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● AN: Thanks to @succulent-momma and @drabbles-blurbs-words for editing this for me. A quick note before reading this Japan doesn’t foster in large numbers. So most orphans or neglected children go to a facility called “Children’s homes”. Also, I wanted to take on the trope of the hero “breaking their lover’s heart to save them” usually it ends up with the said lover being heartbroken for years before the hero finds them again and voila! Everything is fine and dandy after the truth comes out. I really dislike this trope so I wanted to do a prompt to expand more on this.

● Warning: This prompt includes underage sex between two minors, explicit sex, consensual sex, and angst read at your own discretion. For those who are Nana fans I also warn you read cautiously.

● Young All Might x Fem Reader

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Y/N frowned at Nana-neesan; her frown became even more severe at the sight of the taller blonde man.

“What do you want, nee-san? You made it clear that you didn’t want me to interfere with your work when you left me here,” she murmured under her breath while keeping an eye on the blonde that was nervously looking from her older sister to her.

Here being the children’s home for abused and abandoned orphans. Yes, she had a living older sister who could have taken care of her but chose not to due to her dangerous job as a Pro Hero complete with a maniacal evil villain.

Nana sent a sorrowful smile towards her.

“I know you aren’t happy with my decision, but I promise I would rather you be alive here than dead with me. You being alive in front of my eyes means everything to me even if it means that I won’t see you as often.”

Y/N had heard this speech over and over again, she should understand her intentions by now, right? She understands that her older sister spends time-saving the entirety of Japan, but all she wants is to go home and see her family regularly. She wanted to see her infant nephew that was only 3 months old. So, she should understand, but Y/N couldn’t help the bitterness bubbling inside of her.

Nana gestured to the man next to her.

“This is my student and successor, Yagi Toshinori. I want you and him to get along. Think of him as your oni-san. He’ll protect you when I can’t,” she told her. The glint in Nana’s eyes showed the pride and joy she held for her student.

That revelation only made things worse for Y/N. What was nee-san doing now? Picking up strays off the street and replacing her real siblings? Sure, she didn’t have a quirk like nee san’s, but it didn’t mean she was worthless. It didn’t mean she deserved to be abandoned at a children’s home.

Y/N sent a vicious glare to the man well more like boy named Yagi.

“He is not my oni-san. I might live here right now, but I have a family. And I don’t remember my parents having a boy,” Y/N growled out and sent one last look at her sister. She seemed to be pleading with Y/N before a resigned look settled in her eyes.

She stomped over to the caretaker and told her that the visit was over. The official just nodded and politely asked Nana-neesan to leave. She only stared at Y/N for a few more moments before heeding the request and leaving her alone again in the facility. It shouldn’t hurt, after all, she had already been here since she was 15 and now her 16th birthday was only a few months away. And yet, to see her sister’s back as she left again, it tore another piece of her on the inside. The worst thing was Y/N should hate her with every fiber of her being, but she couldn’t. She wanted her family and her sister. Not this stranger who upheld the One for All legacy over the cost of her own blood.

So, Y/N hardened her heart and trudged back to her shared room with another abandoned girl who only smiled in sympathy at her plight.

“Ne Y/N, look I bought some snacks from the nearby convenience store with my allowance. Want some?”

She shook her head at the girl’s earnest look and scooted over to her friend. “I thought you were on a diet.”

Her friend only shrugged and held out a chocolate bar which Y/N took a generous bite out of.

“Trust me, whenever these parents or foster people come to check on us. We need this!”

Y/N didn’t voice her agreement out loud but took another bite of her chocolate as the two lonely girls chatted and comforted each other for the sorrows that were beyond their control.

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Unfortunately, that last disastrous visit was not the end of it. It seemed Yagi had taken it upon himself to befriend the lone sister of his teacher. He started showing up at the facility even without nee-san. Y/N didn’t ask him if her sister knew what her student was doing. At first, she refused all visits from him, but he left presents for her. Snacks, chocolate, makeup (haphazardly bought but luxurious nonetheless), and even envelopes with small amounts of spending money. Finally, she got fed up with it and confronted him.

“Do you think I’m cheap and easy that you can buy my affections with all this stuff? I told you I don’t want another sibling, nor do I need one,” she huffed angrily at him. The idiotic man just smiled with jubilation in return to her censure. “Why are you smiling? Do you think making me angry and upset is funny?”

He quickly crossed his hands in an X and shook his head. “No! I’m just happy you’re finally talking to me and I get it. I know that it’s weird for someone to come out of nowhere and act like your brother. But that’s just Shishou’s wish for us to get along.”

Y/N could feel her annoyance build up and replied, “well it’s always been about what she wants isn’t it? Never about what I want or what my wishes are. Did she even think about how I would feel when she brought her student to meet me and ask me to treat you like family when she left me here? No, she didn’t! Just like she didn’t consider how all of this is impacting me. Does she even care?”

The last part ruined her and the lump in her throat caused her voice to break as she voiced out her deepest fears to the guiltless boy in front of her. Yagi stepped in front of her and grabbed both of her shoulders. Y/N let out a gasp when he pulled her close and she could see the depth in his ocean eyes.

“Gomen. I can’t say I know everything that happened between Shishou and you. I can see that her sacrifices have hurt you and nothing I do will ever erase those hurts. I won’t ever replace the family that you had nor the sister you want. But I can be the friend you need.”

His eyes shined brightly with resolve and she wanted to believe him. Y/N was so tired of this past year, everything that could possibly go wrong had gone wrong. Y/N tried to slip out of his strong grasp and separate herself from his expectations.

“Please,” he urged softly.

Y/N looked back into his eyes and felt her trepidation crumble.

“Fine. We can try being friends, but the second you act out of line. You will stop visiting me.” She warned him.

Again, he sent a delighted smile her way and brought her in for a tight hug. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and tried to push him away from her.

“Thanks! I promise you won’t regret giving me a chance.”

Y/N scoffed and pushed against his strong chest even harder. “I already do,” she murmured to herself as the overly joyful man finally let her go.

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Over the next couple of months, Toshinori made good on his promise and she saw him more often than her sister. She saw him after he got accepted into U.A. and he shared his elation with her. She saw him as he failed several times to defeat someone named Gran Torino. She even stayed and listened to him as he babbled on about her nee-san’s ideals of saving people with a smile. They grew closer than she ever thought possible. And so, it wasn’t a surprise that closeness evolved into something else.

“Here you go, Y/N-chan!” he handed over a gift wrapped up nicely. Her 16th birthday had included well wishes from the caretakers within the facility, her roommate, and her too often absent sister. But Toshinori had held off the celebrations until he was able to get a reprieve from U.A. to visit her.

She read the card first, it was a sloppily written card with her name on it. Y/N snickered at the butchered Kanji rather than the expected elegant calligraphy from her sister’s protegee. Finally, she took apart the present. It was a picture of kittens with bows on it. She felt her eyebrows twitch and sent Toshinori a glare. He knew how badly she wanted a pet, but the facility wouldn’t allow it.

She took the frame out and held it up to hit him with it. “You jerk! How could you do this on my birthday!”

“Wait..Wait! It’s not what you think!” he yelled out while avoiding her hits easily.

She huffed and said, “explain now! Before I beat you senseless with this cute frame.”

“Do you remember that kitten you saved from the streets and brought them to the nearest vet? Well, one of those kittens are him and the rest of those kittens have all found homes. They were going to be put down in the shelter due to limited space and because they were FIV positive. However, I’ve spent time and money to ensure that all of them found homes.”

Y/N looked down at the frame and sure enough one of them resembled the orange fluff ball she rescued from a storm drain.

“I know it’s not the pet you wanted. But until you can get one for yourself. I hope this is enough.”

She stared at him unblinkingly and he started getting unnerved with the way she was insistently staring without uttering a word.

“It’s a bad present, isn’t it? I’m sorry I thought it was a good idea and I’ve never bought a gift for a girl before. You know what? You can keep the frame and we can go out for dinner instead. My treat- Mprrh!” His rambling was cut off by her lips capturing Toshinori’s.

He didn’t waste a second, tugging her into his arms, and responding with fervent enthusiasm. He felt so warm, she couldn’t remember the last time someone just held her. First, she had lost her parents. And then her nee-san increasingly disappeared on her heroic crusade until she finally dumped her at this facility. It felt so right in his strong arms and a sigh of content escaped her as his tongue traced her lips as if asking for permission. She granted it and fell into a deeper escape. For the last few months, since she had gotten to know Toshinori, everything felt lighter. And the fact she was forsaken no longer weighed heavily on her being. He was the first good thing to happen that was entirely hers. Y/N’s feelings only grew more severe when she saw the depths he would go for her. But she feared that his kindness was something he shared with everyone or that he only cared for her because of nee-san. But now she could feel his tongue explore her mouth with zeal, tempting her body to respond with needy whimpers. Y/N was sure that her fears were unfounded. They only separated when air became necessary but even then, they stayed engrossed in each other. Toshinori rested his forehead against hers. She was unable to look away when he looked at her with such unrestrained and open adoration.

“Is it .… always like that?” he asked as he gasped for breath.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted, afraid to let him know that he was her first kiss.

He only stared at her with starry eyes and no judgment as he brought her into another kiss and another; until she could no longer spare time as curfew forced her to return.

The rest of the year was spent with them sneaking out to meet each other whenever it was possible. Her nee-san seemed suspicious at the newfound familiarity between her imouto and student. But at the same time, she was relieved to know there was someone else to look out for Y/N. She never did suspect that the way Toshinori and Y/N were spending time was hardly in a way that normal friends ever attempted.

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One particular weekend Y/N found herself at Toshinori’s apartment. He stayed there whenever he wasn’t training or was at U.A. It was a fairly decent apartment. It lacked any personal items only containing the necessity. She waited patiently in the apartment while the blonde went to the restroom. She couldn’t help herself when she went exploring through his space. Opening doors and peeking inside whatever that was unlocked. Y/N always did have a habit of being nosey and a sneak, so she didn’t think twice when she came to Toshi’s room and swung it open. Though, even his bedroom wasn’t much to look at; except he had a nice large bed instead of a futon. She was just about to leave disappointed when she spotted a sparkly gift bag tucked away on a desk.

Now normally going through people’s gifts and precious items was going too far even for her, but that gift bag’s logo was familiar to her. It was the bag of the most famous lingerie brand in Japan. She didn’t buy lingerie for herself, but she did buy regularly their bras and panties whenever necessary. So, the fact that her boyfriend had something from them in his room and she didn’t know about it, well she felt justified to look through said gift bag.

Y/N sifted through the purple wrapping paper and a receipt before coming across a babydoll lingerie. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized the garment still had its tags on it. Did that mean Toshi bought it for her and had yet to give it to her? She had to admit his taste in lingerie was very tasteful. It was sheer mauve with black trimmings on its edges and with a matching panty. Though the amount of lace on the fabric was kind of surprising, he didn’t seem like the type of guy who would like lace.

“Hey, are you in here?” Toshi yelled out when he came into the room only to let out a strangled gasp when he saw her standing there with the babydoll in hand.

Y/N only raised her eyebrow meaningfully at him.

“It’s not what you think!” he stuttered trying to find an excuse as to why he had that in his room. “Ok. It’s exactly what you think….. I like lace?.... And I thought you would look pretty in it?”

See if she didn’t know Toshinori as well as she did, Y/N would have thought he was lying. But she knew it was the truth; from the way he looked directly in her eyes and the fact that every time they got intimate, he acted angsty. Like he wanted more. She waited for him to ask permission to go further but he never did. Maybe this was his way to suggest it without putting too much pressure on her.

She looked at the soft revealing garment in her hand and his panicked face. Y/N started unzipping her hoody and let it fall to the floor.

His breath hitched and he murmured, “w-what are you doing?”

“Well, you bought it for me, didn’t you? Don’t you think I should try it on?”

Keeping eye contact Y/N unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off too. She then reached over and pulled off her tank top and added it to the pile. Toshinori on the other hand had his entire face flushed red. His eyes wildly moved from her face to her body as if he didn’t know what to savor first. She reached behind and unbuckled her bra from its hook. She made sure not to look at her boyfriend while she shed her panty. Her last piece of clothing as she didn’t want to lose her nerve. Grabbing the babydoll she pulled it over her head and the slick material slid down her body. It barely covered her butt and her nipples strained against the material.

“So, what do you think?” Y/N asked with a nervous smile.

His nervous composure disappeared, and he confidently strode towards her. He touched her hair and loosened the bun she had pilled her hair in. Her long hair fell in waves and framed her face delicately, he smiled at the sight she made.

“Now it’s perfect. You look beautiful,” he said as he reached down to kiss her.

She didn’t know how they got from standing and kissing softly in the middle of the room and to his bed. Toshinori somewhere along the way had shed all his clothes, settling his hard body against her soft curves. Her first time was everything she imagined, the love in his eyes as she trusted him to take care of her. The horror stories of how much it hurt weren’t true in her case because all she could see was the exquisiteness of the ocean in his eyes. Did he know how expressive they were? They told so many stories from just their azure hues. She had seen them in sadness, fear, and joy. But they never shined with such brilliance until she stared above at him caging her tiny body protectively.

“Toshi.. hnggg~..” she whimpered out as he roughly palmed her breasts over the mauve intimate apparel.

He wouldn’t let her take it off, preferring her in it. Saying he liked the way her body appeared so sinful and tempting while she blushed and squirmed underneath him.

She let out another gasp when his cock slid in with the exact angle she needed, and her body arched accordingly. She spread her thighs more and hooked them around his waist so that he could move in easier without many obstacles. It felt like a warm entity had entered and filled her up just when she needed it. She felt Toshinori’s large hands secure themselves around her waist and lift her entire body. She let out a yelp and then a loud moan when he slammed her back down.

Y/N could vaguely hear his praises amongst his groans, the sounds of the bed slamming against the wall and the obscene wet sounds of their sexes intermingling. He told her how gorgeous she looked and how much he loved her.

She could feel herself spiraling before she lost it again and again. Y/N realized with frustration that Toshi was purposely changing his rhythm and speed.

Once again when her pleasure stopped midway, she let out a sob.

“Please, baby. I c-can’t.”

“Not yet. I promise I’ll give you what you need. Just wait,” Toshinori crooned as he ragdolled her body with his powerful thrusts.

Her short-bitten nails dug into his skin when she felt him lap at her perky cleavage. The thin soaked fabric clung to her body lewdly and it only encouraged his explorations. She grabbed the back of his head and encouraged him to suck the other neglected breast. When she felt him gingerly lick the fabric that covered the taut nub before sucking deeply, she finally lost it. Her muscles started squeezing around his member and the flutters started pulsing. The pulses came faster and faster as he helped her ride it out.

The base of his cock felt heavy and tight. Toshinori slipped out of her surging cunt and spilled more of her juices onto his bedsheets. Keeping her thighs together, he used her thickness to stimulate himself and spilled his cum. He watched captivated as his sticky fluid ran down her thighs.

The two lovers drifted off to sleep after their exertion. And when Y/N returned to the Children’s home the next day only to be punished for staying out without permission, she couldn’t help but think it was worth it.

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Y/N ran through the hospital at top speed, trying to dodge oncoming patients and nurses. She spotted Toshinori standing next to a curiously short man.

“Toshi! Are you okay? I heard you and nee-san were involved in something big!” Y/N asked in a panic looking over his bruised and bandaged cheeks.

She looked up at him worriedly when he cupped her face gently.

“Y/N, Nana-shishou is… She’s gone.”

It felt like her entire life came to a standstill. “Gone where? Toshi, that’s not a funny joke,” she observed his face looking for any signs that he might be kidding, only to realize he wasn’t.

“No! That can’t be true. Nee-san was strong there’s no way!” There were no tears or anything that might qualify as grief. Instead, she felt anger.

“Of course! She left me here all alone! All for what??! A country that doesn’t even know her name? She’ll be forgotten like the rest of the heroes! Nobody’s going to remember her and what about Kotaro? Did she even for a second think about what would happen to her son?” Her rage growing more incense by each sentence.

“Now listen here, girl! I don’t care if you are family, but I will not let you belittle her sacrifice!” The old man butted in.

“Who the hell are you? And why are you butting in my business?” She snapped at the Oji-san that barely came up to her hips.

The old man lifted his hand like he was about to hit her when Toshinori stepped in.

“Gran Torino, please Y/N’s shocked right now. There’s no need for that.” He grabbed her hand and took her away from the hospital.

They both stood outside as the cloudy weather and humid air swarmed to create a gloomy atmosphere. She sobbed in his embrace as he hugged her close.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Shishou was protecting me. If only I was stronger then I could have saved her.”

Y/N could have blamed him, but there was no point because taking it out on her boyfriend would not bring her older sister back. So, she only hugged him tighter as if she was trying to prevent him from leaving her too.

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Although, she should have known in hindsight that people who were meant to leave always did regardless of what you wanted. A month after nee-san’s death, Toshinori stuck close. But as timed passed, he no longer could afford to as he had to up his training to fight the villain that caused her last remaining family’s death. He was drifting farther and farther away despite her clinging to him. She felt helpless.

So, imagine her surprise when she saw Toshinori waiting for her at the Children’s home as she returned from school.

“Toshi! You’re here! This is a surprise!” she squealed with happiness and kissed his cheek quickly.

She looked around to see no one in the garden behind the facility and so she pressed her lips against his in haste.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured only for him to relinquish her hold and step back. His action caused her to flinch and her heart to clench. Y/N had a terrible feeling, was someone else dead now too? Was it Kotaro? She only knew that her nephew was given up to adoption.

“Toshi? What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

Toshinori only stared at the ground for a few minutes, his bangs hiding his face.

“Y/N, you and I have been together for a year and a couple of months, now right?”

She hummed an affirmative and shuffled closer to him only for Toshi to step back further.

“When I first saw you, I didn’t think we would make it this far. It wasn’t my intention. But we’ve come to care for one another. And I can’t lie to you anymore. I once told you I love you. And you told me the same, even now you look at me with expectations and love. I just can’t do this anymore. It would be wrong of me to lead you on like this.”

The words weighed upon her like someone was compressing her chest. Y/N suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe, her heart racing out of control.

“What are you saying? This doesn’t make sense just a few months ago you were telling me you loved me. Toshi, why are you lying to me? And why won’t you look at me!”

He looked up from the ground to reveal his vulnerable eyes. The same eyes that would showcase how much he cared for her. Now they were filled with fear, only to harden with determination.

“I’m not lying. I did love you months ago. But now that Shishou is gone and I’m left with her legacy. I need space and I need to grow. I don’t need someone who will cling to me and expect me to solve all her problems! You’re suffocating me and I can’t breathe around you. When you needed me months ago, I felt like I could make everything better for you. But now I know the truth that even heroes can’t save everyone-“

She interrupted his tirade with a choked sob and his face twisted with agony.

“Get out,” she whispered.

Just like all those months ago when Nana-neesan left her behind at this lonely place, Y/N hardened her heart once again.

“I said GET OUT! I don’t want to see your face again!” She screamed.

“Y/N, I—” He reached out to her.

“Don’t! I never asked for your help. I never asked for you to come save me. I was fine by myself then and I’m going to be fine now. So, I’m giving you your freedom. Get out, Yagi Toshinori.”

She waited a few minutes for him to leave, only he wasn’t. He kept staring at her with torment.

“Fine, I’ll do you one last favor because in the past we loved and respected each other.” With that, she left him in that back garden only to keep walking until that facility was out of sight.

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Y/N realized years later that the people who leave and those who you leave behind don’t really disappear from your life. The experiences and memories she retained left their marks on her like a blueprint. So, she instead decides to fill those spaces with new passions and loves. Y/N graduated from college and eventually went on to become a teacher. She figured that either she could despair about the circumstances she was dumped with or she could turn it into an opportunity.

While remaining under the custody of the prefecture she was able to get financial help to further her education and make something out of her life. All the while searching for her last kin, Kotaro. There were a few paper trails as to who exactly adopted her nephew, but they lead nowhere; she kept an eye out for any information regarding him.

As she moved on and created a life for herself, he eventually came back to Japan. Bursting into the scene as a top hero, it was hard to see him at first. But even that ache disappeared as his face cropped up on every single piece of merchandise possible. She even reluctantly bought an All Might ramen only because that was her favorite flavor and it happened to be endorsed by him.

But she never did expect to meet him face to face years later.

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A villain cackled as the hostages and Y/N waited anxiously for a hero to rescue them. She was just minding her business, trying to deposit her usual check when this unfortunate incident happened. However, she didn’t realize that the more frightening individual was the man coming to rescue them. Not the low tier criminal. All too soon she heard his joy-filled laugh, it uplifted the spirits of those surrounding him and flooded her up with more regret.

‘I should have just stayed home. This could have waited till tomorrow.’ She couldn’t help but think.

When everyone else was rescued, she kept her head down trying to escape before he noticed her. There were like 50 other hostages hopefully they won’t notice. But luck was not on her side as an EMT called her over and began checking for signs of distress. Y/N only scowled with annoyance at the pestering man who seemed to realize she wasn’t too happy and was all too eager to let her go.

Unfortunately for her, she also got stopped by an officer who wanted to take a statement. Regrettably, Y/N couldn’t intimidate the officer into letting her go and with reluctance, she started answering her questions.

“Name, age, and occupation. And what you were doing at the bank?” The officer drawled.

“My name is L/N Y/N and I’m 26 years old. I’m an elementary school teacher and I was going to deposit my recent check when this event happened.”

The officer continued with her bored composure writing down the answers before letting Y/N go with a bow.

She sighed with relief and was about to step away when at the same time she saw All Might turn around after talking to a detective. The two looked across each other through the mayhem and made eye contact. Even from far away, she could see the way his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped in surprise. Her face paled and she quickly took off in any direction trying to avoid the man she hadn’t thought about in years.

Y/N ran for blocks, hightailing it in her heels. The awful shoes pinched and dug into her feet. But when she stopped to see no one pursuing she relaxed and thought that the pain was worth avoiding the awkward past.

Only for All Might to come flying through the city and landing unceremoniously in front of her.

‘This just isn’t my day is it?’ her thoughts spiraled as she longingly eyed the street behind the robust hero.

“Y/N! I’m so glad to see you! I’ve been looking for you, but you disappeared after graduating college,” he began.

“Well, that’s what happens when you don’t want people to find you. Toshinori, why were you looking for me? We aren’t friends and we didn’t end on a good note. There’s no need for happy reunions now are there? Excuse me,” she replied trying to bypass the hero.

He grabbed her hand to prevent her from leaving.

“Wait! That’s what I want to talk about. When I left, I said some horrible things to you and despite everything, I still care about you. I never should have said any of it to you especially knowing what you were going through.”

Y/N paused and listened to his words; she licked her dry lips nervously and wondered if his words held any merit now.

“Back then you lied, didn’t you? You were leaving for America and so you decided to pick up on my nee-san’s bad habit of lying and misleading people to protect them.”

She turned around to face him, the man that broke her heart all those years ago.

“H-how did you know?”

Y/N let out a weak chuckle. “I tracked him down. When we broke up and I eventually lost my pride. I came to find you and convince you to give us another chance. But the Oji-san told me you already left for America. And that’s when I knew you were lying. I suppose you learned from the best. She never told me the truth, you know? I never knew about the burden of One for All and I never knew about All for One. All this time I was kept in the dark and I had all these questions running through my mind. I’m not sure if the answers would have made me happier but I would have eventually understood. And she even took that away from me.”

Y/N finally took a close look at Toshi and noticed all the hard edges to his face. He was more mature, and his body was rippled with muscles. But his eyes were still the same. Those ocean eyes she loved so much.

He looked at her sadly and bowed deeply. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Please forgive me. I just wanted to keep you safe. I lost Shishou and I couldn’t lose you too.”

She felt embarrassed at the reverence Japan’s biggest hero was showing her, a nobody.

“Please, there’s no need for that. I’m not mad anymore. I’m happy for you, Toshi. And I’m happy for your success.”

He straightened up and gave her a wobbly smile that didn’t suit All Might. Y/N decided this emotional reunion was getting too much for her, she stepped around him once more. He once again grabbed her hand to prevent Y/N from leaving.

“Where are you going? We just met after so long.”

Y/N only smiled sadly at him.

“I’m tired of people lying to me and I’m tired of waiting for people to come back.”

He only looked confused and tried desperately to reassure her.

“I’m right here in front of you and I’ve come back.”

She placed her hand on top of his and slowly unraveled his fingers and his tight grip.

“You didn’t come back for me. Go become the symbol of peace like she wanted. I’ll be watching and cheering you on. Safe and sound from afar like you wanted, but just not with you.”

Toshinori was speechless for the first time since he appeared in front of her. His eyes’ shine now seemed a bit duller and suspiciously wet.

Y/N repeated his earlier gesture and bowed deeply to him with respect.

“Thank you so much and goodbye, All Might.”

He didn’t try to stop her that time and let her leave. As Y/N walked down that empty street and looked above to see the crescent moon shining brightly, she couldn’t help but think to herself that she was all grown up now and no longer needed Toshi or nee-san to feel whole.

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"Y/n!" I felt someone poke me. "Y/N!" I then felt the covers being pulled off of me and I opened my eyes abruptly "Huh what?" I looked over to see Hermione standing there, arms crossed. "Hermione? How'd you get in here?" I said yawning and stretching my arms out. "You're late! It's already 8 o'clock!" I looked over at the clock on my nightstand and sure enough it was 8. "Shit I must have overslept. Give me a sec. I'll get ready really fast." I said jumping out of bed and going into the bathroom to get ready, I grabbed my wand and used a spell to do my hair and makeup and quickly put on my uniform. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Hermione looking at the note Dumbledore had sent back to me. "Have you decided what you're gonna sing for the Yule Ball?" she said, looking up at me as I grabbed my supplies and put my want in the waist of my skirt. "No not yet, I haven't had any Ideas I guess I'll just have to wait till it comes to me." she hummed in response and stood walking out and I followed close behind.

"So are you ready for Snape's test today? I stayed in his class until 10 o'clock last night studying with him for it." I said as we walked to the great hall. "Yes of course, I have him third so I'll let you know at lunch if it's crazy hard. And wow that's a long time to endure his cruelness" she said smiling. "You know surprisingly, he was actually really nice to me last night, like it was weird for him to be that nice, I mean he was still sarcastic and snarky, but Lockhart was being weird and he basically rescued me from another detention." I said recalling the moment and playing them in my head, I smiled and blushed a little, and that's when I felt another one of those tingle things, was it like, a heart palpitation or something? "Really? Hmm that's odd" she said as we continued walking in silence. "Hermione, can I ask you something?" I said in a more hushed tone. "Yes of course." "How did you know you liked Ron? Like what did you feel when you realized you liked him?" I asked not looking at her and in the most casual tone I could muster up.

"Well, I'm not really sure, I just remember I was upset one year when we had a Triwizard tournament here, and he didn't ask me to the dance, I realized I felt things for him that were not just friend ones. And I would get butterflies when I would think about him." she said grinning and blushing. "Hmm interesting" I said thinking about what she said. "Why do you like someone?" she said nudging my arm. "No I most certainly don't, I was just curious." I said shutting down her inquiries. There's no way that's what I was feeling with Snape, I mean he's mean and cruel. I can't forget how he yelled at me my first week here, and how he treats other students. And not to mention he's a Professor, so it had to be something different. But then again what was I feeling? All I knew was that the last time I had felt this feeling was when I watched Casablanca for the first time, and Rick and Ilsa kissed. The raw, soft, but deep emotions they felt for each other would make me tear up. So why on earth was I feeling this when I'd think of him.

Just then we walked into the great hall and I sat down with her, the boys sitting across from us. "Goodmorning!" they both said in sync. "Hey sorry we are late." I said. "Oh it's fine, you should hurry and eat though classes start in 30 minutes." Harry said smiling and handing me a glass of orange juice, he knew that's what I would drink every morning. I thanked him and took a sip grabbing a piece of bacon. "Did you guys hear about the Death Eaters sighting in Hogsmeade yesterday?" Ron said a worried tone in his voice. "What? Really?" I said shocked. He nodded and Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, why were they there? And how many?" I said biting into my bacon. "Don't know, I just heard one of the Slytherin kids talking about it, they said they looked like they were searching for someone, going into every store and then took off. They weren't wearing masks but some people caught glimpses of their dark marks." He added. "Hmm that's weird, what did the Ministry do? Did someone report it?" Hermione asked. "Don't know." Ron said "Wow some help you are." Hermione said playfully. I looked up at Dumbledore, but to my surprise he wasn't there, weird, I looked over to look at Snape but he was also missing. "How odd." I whispered. "What?" Harry asked, looking at the teachers table as well. "Nothing, just Dumbledore isn't here." "Hmm, maybe he is just busy." he said, returning to his food.

"You know what guys I'll catch you later I'm gonna go check on him." I said grabbing my things and getting up. "Wha- Ok bye." Hermione said. I walked out of the great hall and headed to his office. As I approached the gargoyle, I stood and waited for it to move. Usually it moves out of the way because somehow he knows it's me standing there. But to my surprise it remained still. What the heck? And of course he never told me the password. I stared at the gargoyle and kept waiting. "Peppermint" I whispered it didn't move. Hmm. "Y/n L/n" I said , smirking. Nothing. "Gum drop" still nothing. "Can you just open up please?" I said pleading to the statue. Just then it moved and I screeched running and turning the corner. I muttered the incantation for the Disillusionment Charm to blend in, and peaked around watching the steps. "Severus like I said I discussed it with the Ministry and I don't think we need to worry about it, let them deal with it." I heard Dumbledore's voice say as I saw Snape and Him walk out. Hmm I wonder if they were talking about the Death Eaters in Hogsmeade yesterday. "I'm aware the ministry is going to handle it, but that is not my biggest concern and you know it." Snape responded, giving him a knowing look. "Severus I thank you for your concern, but she will be just fine! She wasn't there so we have no reason to be worried." Dumbledore reassured him. Uhhh what? She who? Who are they talking about? And why is Snape here? And why is he concerned? Should we be concerned? So many questions ran through my head, and just then Snape snapped his head in my direction and I darted back around the corner I looked down at my reflection in a nearby window and the charm was still working, he didn't see me did he? I turned around and looked at him again, and now Dumbledore was looking in my direction.

My eyes grew wide, there's no way they know I'm here. They continued staring in my direction and Snape had a suspicious look on his face. He began walking over towards me and I walked backwards til I hit the wall behind me. He looked around the corner in the direction I stood and investigated for a moment. "What is it Severus?" Dumbledore asked. "Nothing, I thought someone was listening for a moment." He said, still looking at the spot I was at. I just stared back at him not moving scared of what he may do if he found me. I made eye contact with him and felt my body relax a bit. I admired his face as he began to turn and walk back over to Dumbledore, my heart skipping a beat again. I rolled my eyes at the act and pushed it away. I didn't have time for the confusing heart palpitations right now. "Well I must return to my room for classes that will be starting soon." Snape said walking off and down the hallway. "Goodbye." Dumbledore said smiling. I looked at my watch, shit I was gonna be late if he didnt go back to his office soon. I saw him lean and look over in my direction. "He's gone, y/n you can come out now." He said smiling at me. I froze and just looked at him, not moving to see if maybe he would think he was wrong. "Come one you don't want to be late to class." he added. I waved my wand and whispered the counter-spell and returned to my normal self and came walking around the corner, with a scared look on my face. "How did you know it was me there?" I asked worried he would be upset but he just smiled. "Like I said my dear I see and know everything" he chimed looking down at me through his half moon glasses. "I-i'm sorry I didn't mean to listen in, I was coming to see why you weren't at breakfast, and got scared when you both came out of the room." I said playing with the hem of my skirt. "Oh that's alright dear, you should run along now." He said gesturing to get going. I nodded and began to walk off, I stopped and turned to him once more, "Were you guys talking about the Death eater sighting at Hogsmeade yesterday?" "Don't you worry about that Y/n" he said smiling and heading back into his office. I turned and hurried off to my classes.

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harryspet · 5 years ago

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little doe [6] peter parker - finale

[Warnings] peter parker x named oc, angsttt x1000, but fluff too, fingering, vaginal sex, little editing

A/N: This idea came from @buckysugar. I don’t have much to say except enjoy the last chapter of Little Doe!

In which love is tested.

word count: 3.1k

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Doe looked in the mirror of the hair salon, her eyes wide as she admired the blue streak that was now running down her bright white hair. MJ had tried to convince her to dye her entire head blue but Peter insisted before they left that she wasn’t allowed to. Doe stood up from the chair, moving closer to the mirror so she could see herself.

Her bright hair had so much volume now and, to her surprise, she actually felt pretty. She was like the princesses in the movies who’s hair always looked perfect no matter the activity or event. She poked at it, examining each strand of hair.

“Does that mean she likes it?” The hairdresser asked MJ awkwardly.

“She loves it,” MJ assured her casually, “Right, Doe?”

Doe turned around with a bright smile, “Love it! So pretty, thank you.”

MJ handed the woman a couple ten’s she had taken from Peter’s wallet and she scurried off with a grateful smile, “You look good kid but what do we say when we see Peter?” MJ crossed her arms, looking you over. Doe could tell she was trying to hide her smile.

MJ wasn’t one for girly things or for having friends that were girls. With Doe, MJ knew she could never feel judged, and having that made her feel comfortable to try different things.

“Hair is Doe idea. Not MJ.”

“Good,” MJ nodded satisfied, holding her hand out for Doe to take.

“What about clothes, MJ?” Doe asked, grabbing ahold of her hand and following MJ towards the front of the store. Doe looked down at her black, plaid skirt and her combat boots that MJ had picked out.

“Those were your idea too,” Doe nodded this time, understanding. She thought the things MJ picked out, although they lacked color, were still cute, “Let’s get some ice cream.”

Doe loved New York for everything it was. All the people walked really fast including MJ, she always saw diverse groups of people, and everyone is super blunt. Some people would consider it rude but that kind of language was just easier for Doe to understand.

Both MJ and Doe were licking at their icecream cones when they noticed some commotion from across the street. “MJ?” There was barking and lots of it plus a small crowd had gathered around.

“They’re probably just selling puppies,” MJ said, her tone uncaring and nonchalant. Doe pulled MJ’s hand, dragging them across the street quickly to the dismay of a passing cyclist.

“Doe, I said we’d be back before sunset,” Doe didn’t listen, trying to push the two of them through the small crowd that gathered.

There were piles of dog cages sitting outside a small pet shop and a big sign that read PET ADOPTION with smaller letters that read “we’re free, save us from the pound”. All of them were older dogs, some of them in questionable shape as they were probably recently rescue.

“MJ, what is a-dop-tion?” Doe asked, trying out the foreign word. Doe carefully looked over the small creatures, wondering why they all had to be kept in these small cages.

“It means the dogs are looking for families. For people to take care of them.”

“Like Peter take care of me?” MJ only nodded, the sight of all the lost dogs starting to bum her out. She understood what happened at the pound and hoped the people standing around would consider taking one. With a frown on her face, MJ licked at her strawberry icecream.

She squeezed Doe’s hand, “C’mon, we have a train to catch.” Doe pulled away from MJ, approaching one of the many cages instead of listening. MJ huffed, starting to understand how Peter became frustrated sometimes. Doe was too curious for her own good.

Doe had looked around and noticed the dogs that everyone seemed to focus on. One that no one came to check on was one towards the back and Doe assumed it was because this dog was crouched in the back corner of his cage. He was shy just like Doe had been.

The dog was medium-sized, had brown-black fur and it seemed his ears had been clipped away. The uneven stitches were evidence of that. The sight tugged at Doe’s heartstrings and she tried not to frown. As Doe crouched beside the cage, the dog's eyes opened, one a golden brown and the other an icy blue.

“Do you want me to open the cage so you can pet him? He’s shy but friendly,” Doe looked up at the volunteer that had approached them.

“No,” MJ interjected, “We’re just looking, thank you.”

The volunteer’s lips pressed into a thin line and she nodded before turning to walk away, “What if … w-what if dog does not find family?” Doe spoke up, ignoring her anxiety of using her English with strangers.

“We have to take them to the pound, ma’am.”

“Pound?” Doe questioned and MJ sighed. MJ was well aware of what happens to the dogs that don’t get adopted and she didn’t want Doe to know about what could happen. Doe was unsure of what the Pound was but it sounded like another prison for this shy creature.

“MJ?” Doe stood, looking up at MJ with her best puppy dog eyes, “MJ? We cannot leave. Doe need family and he need family too.”

“I know you want to help, I do too but we can’t adopt a dog without telling Peter. He’ll flip!”

Doe’s shoulders slumped, “Peter is not boss of me. I can make de-ci-sion too,” MJ looked back and forth from the pouting girl to the helpless animal in the cage. If they helped this dog then they were doing a good thing, right? The good outweighed the bad, “Please, MJ.”

“Fine, but you’re explaining this to Peter.”

It turned out that dogs need lots of things to take care of them. After a shopping spree, Doe was ready to take the dog home and surprise Peter with the new addition to their family. She expected to find him waiting since she was running late but the apartment was completely silent when she stepped inside.

Doe was in the kitchen, filling up his water bowl when the front door opened. Doe was nervous, to say the least, but the shy little pup she was petting was a good source of comfort. It lapped at the water, shaking the entire time, but Doe whispered kind words to him.

As Peter walked in, his smile quickly fell as he took in the sight before him, “Doe?”

He had worked from sun up all the way to now and all he wanted was to come home to his girl. The blue streak he could look past. On her, he thought it was beautiful but this …. it made his brows furrow, “Don’t be mad Peter. Okay, please?”

“Don’t be mad about what?”

“MJ want to name him Draco. He is cute Peter. Come see,” She waved her hand, urging him to move closer, a soft smile on her face. Peter’s body went still as things began to click in his mind. Doe looked up to see how tense he was, “Peter, please, I save him!”

“Tell me you can return it,” Peter ran a hand over his tired face, trying to contain what he was feeling deep inside.

Doe stood up from her kneeling position, crossing the kitchen towards him, her eyes pleading, “No return. He is adoption. We are family. Peter is Daddy and I am Mommy.”

“No,” Peter stated firmly and tears stung in Doe’s eyes, “We’ll find someone to take care of it but it will not be us.”

“Peter,” She reached out to grab his hand but he flinched away, “Peter, he is family. You save me. I save Draco. Someone hurt him, he need family!”

“Forget his name,” Peter shook his head, his teeth clenching together, “We’ll find him a family, Doe. It takes a lot of time and money to take care of an animal. We don’t need that responsibility.”

“We can!” Doe argued, “You take care of me Peter and I learn! I learn lot of things. We can be family-”

Peter didn’t want to be angry especially at Doe. He didn’t know why he felt that fury building in his chest but he couldn’t push it down, “I can barely take care of you, Doe!” Doe flinched as Peter’s voice thundered through the room, taking a step back. “You can barely take care of yourself! There is no more family! What makes you think I want to care for something else?”

Something else that needed his love. He wasn’t sure if he could handle loving something else.

Doe took a step back, her chin trembling as a tear slid down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, “I-I am stu-pid. It is too hard for Peter loving Doe,” Peter hated himself immediately and he opened his mouth but no words left, “I-I try. I try h-hard to be smart for Peter. I am sorry.”

“That is not what I meant!” Peter retorted, a look of bitterness sweeping across his face, “You are smart. You’re the smartest person I know, Doe! But I know you’re not ready. We’re not ready.”

Doe turned her head from Peter. It was the first time you didn’t feel the urge to be in his arms or crave his touch. She felt that connection between them waver, “You … You do not know,” She pointed to her heart and then her mind, “Do not pretend, Peter.”

“I do know you!”

“Do not!” Doe shouted back, stomping her feet. Rejecting Draco felt like he was rejecting her and maybe he was. Maybe everything he had told her was false, “Yesterday, I know Peter. Peter is kind. Peter is family. Today, I do not.”

“You do …” Peter’s voice trailed off, his voice breaking, “You do know me. Doe, please just listen-”

“I do listen. I am bur-den for Peter. My love is bur-den,” Her tears were flowing so much that it was useless to wipe them away, “If I-I am burden, let go. Do not take care for Draco, do not take care for me!”

It would be easy. Things would be easier for him if he turned back. Life was just starting to be normal again before Doe came along. People tended to come and go from his life and not loving was easier.

Peter stared at the crying girl in front of him, tears in his own eyes, before he turned away. Doe didn’t look up as she felt his presence float away and the front door shut behind him.

It took Peter an hour to turn back.

An hour of yelling at himself, of MJ yelling at him, and convincing himself that ending things would be the best decision.

It took him that time to realize that he didn’t want things to be easy. Loving her was the easy part, falling for her was so simple it was like falling asleep. The passion and lust were easy. It was the sacrificing, the understanding, and the patience that was the hard part. If he was going to have her, then he wasn’t going to love a few parts of her, he was going to love all of her.

The front door opened with a boom and he rushed around the dimly lit apartment looking for her. He thought he might have lost her forever until his senses picked up her tiny snores. He found her, fast asleep, on the living room couch. Draco was by her legs and sleeping soundly at her feet.

Tears stained her cheeks and she was still completely breathtaking. Peter kneeled beside the couch, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of her hair. It only took a few of his touches for her eyes to flutter open. Tired, she looked over his disheveled appearance, “Peter?”

He nodded and, as sudden as fate, she jumped forward. Her arms wrapped around him and he did the same, holding her so tight that he thought she might dust away, “I’m so fucking sorry, little one,” She nuzzled herself into his neck, taking him in as though she never wanted to let go, “I’m so fucking sorry,”

“I’m sorry, Peter,” She whispered, wanting and desperate, “Never again.”

“Never,” Peter assured her, “We don’t walk away from each other, ever. No matter what the argument. We never think of each other as burdens. And we make decisions together from now on. Together, do you understand?”

They pulled away from each other and she nodded, “Together. Like family.”

“Like family,” Peter smiled through his own tears, “Okay?”

She nodded vigorously and he smashed his lips onto hers. They tasted each other hungrily, swallowing all the darkness and the anger. Peter stood, pulling her with him as he lifted her with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still moving her lips against his.

Peter began to carry her from the living room and towards their bedroom. She pulled away suddenly, “What about Draco?”

“Trust me, he’s not going to want to see this,” Peter smiled and she kissed him again.

He set her down as they passed the threshold. They did their best to keep their lips together as they slipped off their clothing, leading to a clumsy and messy kiss. It made Doe giggle as they finally fell together onto the mattress. Peter was on top of her, kissing at her neck, a growl leaving his lips as she cried out in moans.

Her fingers ran through his hair, a feeling Peter could definitely get used to.

He loved knowing her body, what brought her pleasure, made her head tilt back and her toes curl. His lips found her again as his finger slipped between the fabric of her panties. He swallowed her moans as he rubbed circles into her sensitive bulb. She moved her hips against him, “Please, more,” She begged and Peter was more than happy to oblige.

First, he slipped a finger inside of her, feeling how tight she was around the digit. He watched her face carefully, looking for a sign that he should stop. It was foreign but she still found herself wanting to go further. She kept moving her hips as he pushed another finger inside, his palm still rubbing against her clit.

She nodded her head up and down and Peter took that as a sign that she was already close. Moments later, she was tightening around him, warmth rushing through her body as she orgasmed.

“Feels ... good, Peter,” She told him and he began to slip off her panties all the way. He was rock hard in his boxers after watching her cum on his fingers.

“I’m gonna be gentle,” He assured her, settling himself between her legs, “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Doe nodded as Peter placed his hands on either side of her head. Her hands were on his waist after he lined himself up with her center. They stared at each other for a long while, their eyes speaking rather than their lips. It was as if he was asking, “are you sure?”, and her eyes responded with a confident “I love you”.

He held his member with one hand, positioning it at her entrance. As he slowly pushed inside of her, she tried not to wince at the obvious pain. Peter kept going, waiting for her to tell him to stop but it never came, “Peter,” She whispered, her voice trying to hide the discomfort, and Peter responded by placing his lips on hers.

He kept them there as he sheathed half of his member inside, pulling out and then pushing in again. It took her a good while to get used to the feeling and, although, the pleasure was spreading through each part of Peter’s body, it was difficult to hold in his moans.

“Faster,” Doe said suddenly which caught Peter off guard, “I’m okay.”

Peter kissed her again, starting to move his hips faster. She was starting to adjust to his size and the abnormal feeling of him being inside of her. It all just felt right, like they were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. Her nails dug into his broad and muscular back as his strokes became even faster.

“You feel so good, Doe,” Peter grunted, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

His moans made it even more enjoyable and she could sense how wet she was between the legs. She was in ecstasy and she found it harder and harder to keep her body still. Her hands moved all over him and her kisses were random as she placed them on his lips and then on his shoulder.

Peter shifted them into a new position, wrapping his arms behind her and pulling her up so she was impaled on his lap. They held each other tight, her breast pressed against his front, as they both started to move against each other, getting into a rhythm. In that position, he hit her most sensitive part and Doe found herself crying out in bliss.

As Peter made his final, desperate thrust inside of her, her body convulsed against him as an orgasm ripped through her. She felt his warmth filling her insides as he held her tight. She could stay like this forever, with him claiming her over and over again.

They stared there for a while, in each other’s arms, admiring that love they felt under each other’s gaze, “I love you,” Doe breathed.

“I love you more,” Peter spoke, out of breath and Doe giggled.

They fell back onto the bed, and Peter wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, “Peter?”

“Yes?”

“I can say ‘fuck’ now?”

Doe felt a spank on her bare bottom and her laughter filled the room.

“So, when are you two getting married?” Happy asked, petting Draco as they all sat in May’s living room.

It took a little while to convince Doe that Draco needed a better home for the time being and that Happy and May would take care of him. Now, seeing Draco content in Happy’s arms made her heart flutter a bit.

“No wedding,” Doe interjected before Peter could, “Just … travel.”

“Hmm,” May hummed, and she smiled as she reached over to pet Draco, “I think that’s wise of you two. Where’s your first stop?”

“Disney world,” They spoke at the same time and they both blushed.

“And what about the neighborhood, Spiderman?” Happy questioned.

“The neighborhood can survive without me for a short while. It won’t be easy but … ” Peter’s gaze met with Doe’s, “The neighborhood is going to have to share my heart with someone else.”

Okay, but imagine Peter proposing to Doe at Disney World …

Like, reblog and let me know what you think! Did you enjoy this series? This ending? What new series would you want me to write?

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themurphyzone · 4 years ago

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PatB/BatB AU: Imprisoned

Summary: Pinky tries to rescue his father from a spooky, mysterious castle, only to wind up the prisoner of a terrifying monster. Also the terrifying monster has no fucking idea what he's doing, but Pinky doesn't know that.

AN: Because I desperately want to write a BatB/PatB fic but I don’t want to tackle the entire movie cause this movie is more slow burn than most other Disney Princess stories. I decided to try the scene where Belle first meets the Beast just for curiosity’s sake.

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Pharfignewton’s hooves nervously stirred up dead leaves and twigs as she halted in front of an eerie black gate, its bars crisscrossing over each other as if to prevent anyone from entering…or leaving.

An unfamiliar sense of dread swept over Pinky. The enormous castle beyond the gate loomed, the highest towers piercing the thick, gray clouds above. Still, Pharfignewton’s instincts were never wrong. If she said Papa was somewhere in that large, gloomy castle, then he was going to be in that large, gloomy castle.

Pinky gently flicked the reins, but Pharfignewton didn’t move. A tremble ran down her back.

“It’s okay, Fig,” Pinky whispered. He stroked her mane, and Pharfignewton whinnied softly. “Just think of your favorite things. Like apples, carrots, grassy meadows…”

A gust of wind blew the gate open. It crashed against the unforgiving stone wall.

Pharfignewton leapt back, the sudden move nearly pitching Pinky to the ground, but he clung to several strands of her mane and quickly scrambled into his usual position at the base of her neck.

She trotted across the stone bridge, ears swiveling in every direction.

“P-poit. They oughta change the lock on that thing,” Pinky murmured as the gate slammed shut.

Pharfignewton stumbled against a crack in the stone pathway leading up to the castle’s front door. She couldn’t go any further. The stone would damage her hooves, and they’d need to be in tip-top shape for the ride home.

“Fig, you’ll have to wait here.” Pinky climbed up her mane and onto her long muzzle, petting the soft fur between her eyes. Her head rose indignantly, stamping a hoof against the stone. “You shouldn’t go onto the stone without horseshoes. It’ll ruin your lovely hooves. And don’t worry, Papa and I will be back before you can say sugarcube!”

They couldn’t afford horseshoes for Pharfignewton, which prevented Pinky from riding her as often as he would’ve liked. Pinky’s chest ached from the reminder. Pharfignewton deserved pretty shoes.

She let out a gentle puff of air as she lowered him to the ground, giving him an encouraging nudge.

Pinky slowly approached the heavy doors, a brass gargoyle with bulging eyes serving as a doorknob. But the knob was at human height, not mouse height, so even with a running start and flying leap, he couldn’t reach it.

Then he remembered his manners. Breaking into a haunted, abandoned castle was awfully rude. What if he disturbed some ghosts in whatever ghostly things they did?

“Hello?” Pinky called, pressing an ear to the door as he knocked. “Anyone home?”

Nobody answered, but the door creaked slightly, allowing Pinky enough room to squeeze inside. Pinky bundled Mama’s well-worn traveling cloak around himself, trying not to think of the scolding he might’ve received as a young mouse about breaking and entering into strange places.

But he wasn’t stealing anything. He was just going to find Papa and bring him home. If Mama were alive, she’d understand.

Somehow the castle interior was even colder and draftier than outside. Gargoyles lined the walls, crouching with their wings outstretched, and each one seemed to have their eyes trained on him. The inside was mostly stone, with a wine-red carpet leading from the doorway and splitting into two paths along an enormous staircase.

Torches and lanterns hung along the walls, but they were dim and barely provided light to see by.

Whoever built the castle must’ve had a great love for the Gothic style. Pinky could appreciate dedication to the theme, but he shied away from an eagle-like gargoyle all the same. There were eyes boring into him. He just knew it.

“Hello?” Pinky shouted.

“Hello!”

Pinky grinned. The echo made up for the dreary décor.

“Narf!”

This time, he cupped his hands to his mouth, took a deep breath, and yelled from the top of his lungs.

“FJORD!”

Feeling slightly bolder, Pinky played a quick game of eenie-meenie-miney-mo for the path he’d take, since there were so many of them and he couldn’t choose just one. There were so many rooms. It would take a while to go through them all, so he’d have to chance it.

On the last count of ‘mo’, Pinky’s finger pointed at the rightmost staircase, so he climbed the long flight, his bare feet sinking into the carpet. He hoped the ghosts would forgive him for tracking dirt inside.

Clink clink clink.

Funny. Feet didn’t usually make that kind of noise on carpet.

Probably just the creaking of old metal. This castle had definitely seen better days, judging from the cobwebs that spanned entire corners far above his head.

He reached the top of the staircase. More doors and rooms awaited him down the dark hallway.

Pinky knocked on the nearest door. He heard a splash of water and the sweep of a mop coming from within. A maid, maybe?

They could point him in the right direction!

“Hello? Are you a castle maid? I’m sorry for interrupting your work, but I’m looking for my Papa!” Pinky shouted, pressing an ear against the door. Someone whispered urgently, the exact words too muffled to make out, and the splashing and sweeping noises stopped. “His name is Jack, he’s a little shorter than me, and…oh, he has a big bushy mustache too! He tends to get vegetable bits stuck in it when he eats. Have you seen him?”

No reply.

Pinky’s tail twitched nervously. Maybe the maids really didn’t like having their work interrupted.

“I’m sorry, I’ll…I’ll let you get back to work,” Pinky said. He backed away from the door, the hood of his cloak falling into his eyes.

Clink clink clink.

That noise again. Pinky lifted the hood away from his eyes, and he came face-to-face with a teacup, and he was pretty sure he hadn’t seen any teacups yet. Mostly gargoyles and spooky stuff, really.

The teacup was about his height, with a polished white surface and golden trim around its rim and base. Its handle was a shining red, and its pink base looked almost skirt-like, with a single yellow flower painted on the front.

“Aww, what a cute teacup!” Pinky exclaimed. He’d never seen any teacup like this before. Not even Snowball had something this ornate and pretty. “Wonder who painted you? Whoever it was, they’ve really got a great eye for color!”

He could’ve sworn the teacup’s handle lifted out of pride, but maybe the dim lighting was just playing tricks on him.

“Well, I don’t know how you got here, but I can’t just leave you alone either. What if somebody stepped on you?” Pinky lifted the teacup by the handle and carried it further down the hall. The teacup’s base seemed to twitch every few seconds.

He didn’t know where the kitchen was, but surely there had to be a cabinet or cupboard somewhere around here. He turned left when the path split again, and counted his lucky stars once he spotted a small table up ahead. The higher surface was several feet above his head, but the lower platform was at his shoulder level.

Odd. There was a candelabra and a mantle clock here too. Strange place to store one’s knickknacks, but then again, Pinky kept his rock collection in a tea kettle, so he couldn’t be too judgy.

Pinky set the teacup on the lower platform, sliding it over until it touched the candelabra and clock. The two objects were oddly painted, with black and white markings running throughout their brass bodies. The candelabra’s lower half was painted brown, and the clock’s topmost carvings looked almost like a cap.

Though none of them were similar objects, Pinky thought they fit together quite well.

Curiously, Pinky ran his finger over the decorative carvings on the legs. “Egad, this must be real mahogany!” he said. His fingertips were covered in a thick layer of dust when he pulled away, and he shook it off, sneezing at the small cloud that formed. “Whew, really dusty though.”

“Gesundheit!” a Scouse-accented voice said.

“Narf! Thanks a bunch!” Pinky wiped the remaining dust against the inside lining of his apron. It was going in the wash later, so it didn’t bother him too much.

Only as he climbed another flight of stairs did he realize he hadn’t seen any living being yet. Maybe the castle was just full of polite ghosts.

The carpet beneath his feet was ragged with little holes revealing cold stone underneath, the ceiling arching far above him. The pillars had rough seals over their creeping, winding cracks. There were no gargoyles, no furniture, no rooms at all.

Nothing but dust, cracks, and cobwebs.

It seemed that not even the ghosts used this area much.

“Papa?” Pinky shouted. His echoes answered back, yet there was no sign of Papa.

Wind battered the stone walls, and Pinky’s heart leapt from his chest. He wrapped his cloak around himself, willing his heart to stay where it belonged. For goodness sake, he’d grown up in Paris. If streets full of reeking garbage didn’t scare him, then this shouldn’t either.

Pinky reached a dead end, the path blocked by a barren mass of stone. With a sigh, he turned around. There wasn’t anything here. Maybe he should try the second floor again? There were a lot of rooms he hadn’t checked.

A light flickered around the corner, a bright circle of hope illuminating the unfeeling stone. Pinky hadn’t gone in that direction yet. He hadn’t planned to, but the light skipped and waved, beckoning him closer. And if there was light, that meant somebody was in the castle after all!

“Narf! Excuse me!” Pinky cried, rushing over to the ray of light. “I don’t mean to interrupt your work, but if you could please tell me-“

The light vanished. Pinky pressed his hand to the wall. It was dark and scary in here. That light had been the first sign of life he’d seen in this castle.

A shrill creak startled a ‘troz’ out of him. But it meant someone was moving around, so he followed it until he came to a doorway in the middle of the corridor.

The door was open, so Pinky peered inside.

A winding, narrow staircase led upwards. There was no carpet, only coarse and rough stone. Then the light returned, a shining beacon in the dark.

“There you are,” Pinky whispered, hauling himself onto the first step. These stairs weren’t as smooth as the rest of the castle’s, but years of routine chores had given him enough upper body strength to manage just fine.

Cold seeped into his fur. His teeth chattered, but he pushed forward. Papa needed him.

A candelabra rested on a nearby platform, its three candles burning brightly. It had the same brown base and markings as the candelabra he’d seen downstairs. Funny. He never knew candelabras came in matching sets. But once again, he was alone.

Not even a ghost in sight.

“I could’ve sworn I heard someone…” Pinky sighed. The room in front of him only contained a dimly lit torch and a row of heavy, barred doors. Fire provided the only colors, and it wasn’t enough to chase the cold, damp shadows away. Neither was the thin, colorless light that peeked from the cracks of the foundation above. “Is anyone here?”

A hacking cough came from behind the door nearest to the torch.

“Pinky?” a weak voice murmured.

Pinky’s ears perked as he rushed over to the door. There was a barred window close to the ground, Papa’s face peeking out from between the thick steel pieces. His fur was dirty and wet, eyes wide open with fright. He stared straight through Pinky, gripping the hood of Pinky’s cloak with desperate, clammy hands.

Papa was in a cell.

Pinky bit his lip. How? Papa wasn’t a criminal. Sure, his machines blew up a lot, but that was hardly cause for jail!

“Papa! Are you okay? Did you see any ghosts?” Pinky gently took Papa’s hands in his own, quickly rubbing the pale pink skin to bring some warmth back. “Poit. I guess they weren’t as polite as I thought…”

Papa stammered as Pinky drew him close. The bars were wide enough that Papa could slip through them easily, but as much as Pinky tugged on his arm, Papa refused to budge, heels digging into the cracks underfoot. “He’s…he’s no g-g-ghost, Pinky. Y-you have to go. Save yourself.”

“He? You mean whoever put you in here?” Pinky repeated. Papa’s bushy mustache quivered, the tiny hairs unkempt and matted. He couldn’t speak, his hands freezing in Pinky’s own. They had to get out of here. The sooner Papa warmed up in front of the cottage’s fireplace, the better.

“Food pellets. There are no food pellets here…” Papa murmured. “Your mother made the best food pellets in the world.”

Pinky’s heart clenched at the reminder. “I know. She made the best. We should go now. Please, Papa?”

Later, when they got back to the cottage, he was going to ask exactly why Papa wasn’t at the fair. Why Pharfignewton was unhitched from the wagon and terrified out of her mind. How he’d gotten locked up in the first place.

Papa’s shivers were fiercer than before.

“It’s safe and warm at home. Let’s go…” Pinky whimpered, but Papa’s arms remained glued to the cold, unfeeling bars.

Papa’s mouth opened…

“Run, Pinky!”

A thundering roar shook the entire prison. The floor, walls, and ceiling trembled with a frightened rattle. Pinky clamped his hands against his ears, and Papa tried to do the same, though he was shaking too violently to do it right.

The only light came from above now.

A massive clawed hand clamped painfully around Pinky’s shoulder and yanked him around, the prison briefly becoming nothing more than a dark blur with a swirl of purple.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Pinky blinked the stars out of his vision, pressing his back against Papa, wordlessly urging him to dart to the back corner of the cell for his safety. But Papa tightly gripped Pinky’s shoulders, and Pinky winced as Papa’s fingers dug into a sore spot.

An enormous shadow loomed above them, its shape melting into the darkness. The only features Pinky could see were a pair of sharp, white fangs and the trailing end of a purple cape.

Pinky’s ears flattened, his heart pounding out of his chest. “Who are you?” he called out, trying to keep his voice steady. He had to be brave for Papa.

“The master of this castle.”

Every word was accompanied by a low, animalistic snarl. Pinky caught the gleam of long, twisted horns atop the shadow’s head.

“Please, let Papa out,” Pinky begged. Another growl cut him off, and Pinky’s throat tightened in panic, but he continued to plead his case. His words were useless. He was use-no, not now. He couldn’t afford self-doubt. “It’s cold here. Can’t you see he’s sick?”

“THEN HE SHOULDN’T HAVE TRESPASSED ON MY PROPERTY!”

More cruel white fangs were exposed.

“But he could die!” Pinky pleaded. “Please, I’ll do anything!”

“There’s nothing you can do. He’s my prisoner.”

The shadow moved again, always skirting the edge of the light.

“There must be something…” Pinky murmured. But he had no money or valuables to offer, and trading Pharfignewton when she was a valued member of the family was out of the question. He looked down at his hands…and he had his answer. “Wait!”

Pinky reached for the shadow’s cape, but a bloodshot glare made him stop and think better of it.

Pinky closed his eyes. And he sealed his fate.

“Take me instead.”

The shadow turned away with a scoff.

“YOU!”

Pinky tried not to flinch. He didn’t have much value. He could keep house, but that was hardly a unique skill in the village. But he had no other material besides his clothes and fur.

“You would…take his place?” The harsh tone and growl vanished. The shadow’s deep, guttural voice sounded more confused than furious, as if he hadn’t expected such a trade.

And why should he?

Even so, Pinky had to push forward. There was no turning back now. “If I did,” Pinky said, just wanting to make sure before he agreed to anything. “Would you let him go?”

“Pinky, you don’t know what you’re doing!” Papa hissed.

I’m saving you. That’s what I’m doing.

Complete silence. Pinky bit his lip. Finally, the shadow spoke. “Yes,” the shadow drawled the word softly. “But…you must promise to remain here for the rest of your life.”

Pinky gripped the folds of his dress.

Rest of my life?

Would he ever see Papa again? Pharfignewton? The little cottage in the countryside?

Trade everything to be trapped with this shadow?

A shadow had to belong to somebody…

“I’d like to know who I’m speaking with,” Pinky said. “Would you come into the light, please?”

For a moment, there was nothing but an anxious growl. Then a pink, hairless foot slid into the colorless light.

A human?

Couldn’t be. The feet were tipped with sharp claws, and the heels lifted off the ground. Nor did they look like they belonged to any sort of rodent Pinky had ever met.

A pair of ragged black trousers. A long, crooked tail with many sharp bends. Grayish-brown fur over a large chest and pudgy stomach halfway covered by the purple cape. Arms that were far too thick, long, and coarse for even the largest rat.

The shadow slowly raised his head, curved black horns adding to his already intimidating height. Large, rounded ears. A broad, wide face with sagging cheeks and thick, furrowed brows.

But what struck Pinky the most was the creature’s unreadable expression. Though he was obviously angry, it was impossible to tell if those narrowed pink eyes were glaring at him with disgust or hatred. Despite the light, the eyes were partially hidden by dark patches of fur. He was silent, but a pair of fangs were still exposed.

Placing the species was impossible. He seemed to be many animals at once.

“Narf,” Pinky whispered.

The monster’s brows lifted in surprise, and if Papa weren’t locked away right now, it might’ve been comical.

Pinky turned away, unable to brave through the staredown, but he felt the monster’s gaze boring into his back.

“I won’t let you do this!” Papa cried out.

But he had to. For Papa’s freedom.

Pinky lifted his head. He stood up, gently sliding Papa’s hand off his shoulder. He let the touch linger for as long as possible and gave his Papa one last smile before turning around.

The monster was hunched over, one clawed hand resting on the ground. It wasn’t a bow of courtesy, but he seemed to have trouble with his balance. He growled in warning, as if challenging Pinky to say something about his position.

Pinky approached slowly, each step echoing in his ear. The monster didn’t move. When their faces were just inches apart, Pinky closed his eyes.

“I promise,” Pinky said. He stuck out his hand to shake on it, because that’s what people did when they wanted to set their deals in stone.

“DONE!”

The monster snarled and shoved past Pinky. Unable to keep standing much longer, Pinky dropped to his knees and wept, unable to hold back his tears anymore.

He wouldn’t see the light of day again. Trapped forever with a monster in this lonely, dark place.

There was a squeak and the sound of frantic scampering behind him, and Pinky opened his eyes to see Papa’s desperate face, pleading with him to reconsider. “Pinky, listen to me! I’m old, but you have so much to-“ Papa’s words cut off as the monster dragged him off Pinky, lumbering towards the stairs on all fours with a hand clenched around Papa’s cloak.

“Wait!” Pinky shouted.

But the monster didn’t care. He and Papa disappeared down the stairs, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.

He never got to say goodbye.

o-o-o-o-o

Papa was thrown into a carriage that moved on spindly, wooden legs and carried across the stone bridge. The carriage disappeared into the forest, Papa’s cries fading away.

Pinky clung to the barred window that was several feet off the ground and several stories high. It didn’t allow him a wide view, and he wasn’t sure where Pharfignewton was. Still looking for grass to eat, he hoped.

He slid to the floor of the cell, huddling underneath the window in a tight ball. His tail was always a source of comfort for him, and he twisted and wrung it in his hands. The sun started to go down, and he imagined how beautiful it would’ve looked from the sweeping grassy hills just outside the cottage.

Beautiful rolling clouds. His cozy bed in the upstairs loft. The sound of Papa tinkering on a machine as a vegetable broth brewed over the stove.

The door slammed against the wall, and the crash startled Pinky out of his fantasies.

It was the monster.

Something inside Pinky snapped. Now he was angry, and angry was a feeling he didn’t like, but this…this cruel excuse of a…whatever he was stole his freedom and his Papa.

“You didn’t let me say goodbye!” Pinky screamed. “Now I’ll never see him…I-I’ll never see him again.”

He expected the monster to roar in defiance or deny the truth, but he did neither. He only leaned heavily against the doorframe in complete silence. His ears dropped, and something akin to remorse flashed across his face.

But that new emotion quickly disappeared. “Come,” the monster said, dropping to all fours. “I’ll show you to your room.”

New room? It was such a sudden offer that Pinky forgot his anger completely. So he wouldn’t have to live among old chains and damp stone?

“I thought-“

The monster arched an eyebrow, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. “Unless you’d prefer these accommodations?”

Pinky shook his head.

“Then follow.”

His captor crossed the room without pausing, and Pinky realized he’d never asked for a name. If he was going to live here for the rest of his life, he wanted to at least have a name.

“Hold on,” Pinky said. “I never got your name.”

The monster’s hand hit the floor with a resounding thud. “Call me the Beast,” he growled. Pinky stepped back in surprise, but the mon—the Beast didn’t turn around. “And don’t ever ask again.”

There was a tinge of bitterness in his tone, as if he hated his requested name. But that didn’t make sense. Why call himself a name he hated?

“Poit. Well, my name’s Pinky so-“

The Beast was halfway down the stairs already. Pinky folded his arms. Well, that was very rude. His captor didn’t have manners at all!

Pinky hurried after him. The Beast didn’t turn around. He was a very poor conversationalist.

Another candelabra stood just outside the door to the spooky hallway. It hadn’t been there earlier. “You really shouldn’t put your nice decorations on floors. What if someone stepped on them?” Pinky said.

“So we’ve got an interior designer for a long-term guest?” the candelabra asked. “Now we can finally replace the doom and gloom with something different! Maybe an indoor jungle with monkeys!”

The candelabra could talk! That was pretty cool!

His waxy face was eye level with Pinky. His grin was a little lopsided, his candleholders folding against his gold and brown body with an easy, light confidence.

“Yakko, this castle can’t possibly tolerate more monkeys, nor does it require the aesthetic of a jungle to be one,” the Beast huffed. He still sounded irritated, but less so. “And while we’re on that topic, Wakko and Dot need a reminder to not engage with outsiders. Where are they?”

“A real spoilsport, isn’t he?” Yakko whispered to Pinky.

Pinky giggled, and Yakko’s grin became wider. Alright, so not everybody in this big scary castle was a mean ol’ grump. It was good to know.

“Oh, they’re just telling Scratchy the news,” Yakko shrugged. “He’s a real couch potato these days. Anyway, maybe you oughta tie a string around your finger, cause you’re clearly forgetting something.”

He waved a flame like one would wave a finger to scold.

“But I patched the leaking roof,” the Beast said. “My work was thorough.”

Yakko coughed and pointed a flame at Pinky.

The Beast only stared. Then his pink eyes widened as whatever he’d forgotten finally dawned on him.

“Mouse.”

“Where?” Pinky whirled around.

Oh, right. He was a mouse. Silly him.

The Beast growled, like he didn’t know what to think of Pinky. Well, neither did Pinky know what to think of him. So there.

“You owe Yakko for your new room. Let’s go. We’re wasting time.”

With that, the Beast stalked off.

“So…thanks for the room, I think. Poit. Is he always like this?” Pinky asked. He kicked at a speck of dust.

Yakko gave Pinky an encouraging nudge with his candlestick holders. “The Master of the Castle he may be, the Master of First Impressions he is not. If his rawwwwr-fear-me shtick gets to be too much, say the word and I’ll set his cape on fire for ya.”

“Is that a good idea?” Pinky asked. Despite his worries, he couldn’t help but laugh at Yakko’s attempt at roaring.

Yakko nodded, or as much as one could nod when one’s head was a wax candle. “It’s amazing what you can get away with in this place.”

o-o-o-o-o

Pinky was led down to the second floor, into a corridor with the most frightening gargoyles he’d ever seen. But he had to be a good guest, right? Good guests knew the names of every gargoyle, as Yakko was trying to teach him.

He tried so hard to pay attention, but he wouldn’t be able to remember which one was Hugo or Goliath or Laverne or Brooklyn. Yakko didn’t seem like the type to hold it against him though. He talked a lot and knew a lot of things Pinky didn’t know, explaining things like he was used to explaining things.

He seemed awfully young though.

Ahead of them, the Beast lumbered with a heavy gait. His strides were long and lacked the lightness of a rodent’s steps. Though he’d locked Papa up, he seemed more awkward than scary now.

Papa.

Was he home now? Would he be alright? There were chickens to feed and cows to milk. He hoped Papa wouldn’t put his noisy milking machine on Moo-Moo. She didn’t like that.

A tear ran down his cheek, then another. Pinky clutched his tail, staring down at the floor to avoid all the glaring stone eyes on him.

Yakko’s hopping sped up, the brass sounds muffled by the carpet.

There was the smell of slightly singed fur, followed by an irritated grunt. Pinky realized the Beast was watching him from the corner of his eye. A tiny cloud of smoke trailed from his right elbow.

“You can…make yourself at home,” the Beast said, brushing off the tiny fire. “As your new residence, you have free reign of the castle and the surrounding property. You may go anywhere but the West Wing.”

The West Wing?

“What’s in the-“

“IT’S FORBIDDEN!” the Beast bellowed, his massive hand slamming into the carpet and leaving long clawmarks behind. Pinky flinched.

The Beast kept walking. Yakko filled in the silence with chatter.

To Pinky’s relief, his room wasn’t far.

The Beast opened the enormous door, which led to a bedroom that was twice as large as the cottage.

The cottage was home. Not here. Yakko meant well, but this would never truly be Pinky’s room.

“My servants will attend to your needs,” the Beast said. There was nothing harsh about his words this time, but servants? Pinky didn’t know if he could get used to that. Nor had he seen any servants around. Was Yakko a servant? He never asked for his job title.

“Don’t worry! The toilet’s not alive. None of them are,” Yakko added.

It was probably meant to be helpful, so Pinky did his best to smile at him, but he could only manage a weak nod.

Then Pinky noticed the giant bed, with thick comforters and a dozen pillows and velvet curtains around the edges. Though fancy and straight out of a fairy tale, it wasn’t his tiny bed tucked in a cozy corner. Meekly, he stepped inside.

“Psst! Invite him to dinner, Romeo!” Yakko hissed.

“I order you to…join me for dinner,” the Beast demanded. “THAT’S NOT A REQUEST!”

The door slammed, and Pinky was once again left in darkness.

This wasn’t home. It was dark and cold. Homes were cozy and happy and loving. No walls, no prisons, no locks and keys to be thrown away.

Home was elsewhere. His heart was elsewhere.

Pinky curled up on an unfamiliar pillow. His heart was broken, his chest ached, and there was a deep longing within him. For Mama’s laughter. For Papa’s joy. For the hills and the meadows and the open blue skies.

His tears flowed. They were many and endless. He felt they would never stop. He’d cry for the rest of his life, for as long as this exile from the world beyond took.

Outside his window, the first snowflakes began to fall. They marked the start of a very long, very cold winter.

AN: Let it be known that this AU is the only place, besides maybe anything involving Brain Meets Brawn, where Brain’s size can be described as intimidating. I want him to be, you know, like an actual monster and not just a big mouse with horns. Don’t get me wrong, tiny beast!Brain is cute, but that would just be more comical than dramatic if I tried to play it as such a serious moment.

For my personal Beast!Brain, I combined elements from @deez-art and @sleepy-hooves art. Deez for the overall look, and the way he glares at Pinky during the “come into the light” part comes from sleepy-hooves.

In this AU, rather than appearance, Brain fears the loss of control the most. He knows his mind is dwindling away unless he can break the curse. Unlike Disney’s Beast, he’s a bit more proactive with trying to break the curse and tries to keep busy instead of brooding in the West Wing all the time, though some tasks can be very difficult for him.

Yakko is the candelabra, Wakko is the mantle clock, and Dot is the teacup. You’ll have to excuse them for following Pinky around. They’re curious kiddos.

Yakko calling Scratchy a couch potato is literal. Scratchy was turned into a p-sychiatrist’s couch.

No matter what happens, Brain always has a soft spot for the Warners. The Warners aren’t scared of him and will snap back.

Poor Pinky gets put through the wringer. But y’all know the story. Eventually they fall in love and get their happily ever after.

#pinky and the brain #beauty and the beast au #disney au #i'm sorry pinky #patb fanfiction

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astalkingirin · 4 years ago

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@thewintersouljaboy

it wasn't the diamonds being sad that was the biggest problem. It was that getting through to them and having them work through their trauma was the most direct way to freeing gemkind. There were so many power structures in place and gems loyal to the diamonds that just killing them would have just created a power vacuum and a probably equally bad ruling regime

This would have been a completely valid angle for the show to take, but unfortunately it’s not at all supported by what we got.

Let’s consider the scene after the ball.

Blue Diamond: I cannot believe you! Making a scene like that! Steven: Whoa. Deja blue. Connie: We didn't mean any harm! I asked Steven to dance; he wasn't trying to cause trouble! Blue Diamond: What do you know about this, human? Connie: *chuckles* You think I've never been grounded before? Blue Diamond: "Grounded"? Steven: Blue, you gotta let us out of here. We're gonna starve! Blue Diamond: "Starve"? What is this? Another made up problem? Another trick, so I'll cave and let you out? Well not this time. You're not leaving this tower until you apologize for fusing at the ball! (Steven looks down, considering his options for a moment, and looks back up.) Steven: No. (Blue Diamond gasps in shock.) Connie: Steven! Steven: What? I'm not sorry. (Blue's hands shiver as tears well up in her eyes.) Blue Diamond: We finally have you back... And you're worse than ever!

The “deja Blue” bit is because he just had another memory of Pink, where she was berated for keeping “pets” in her palace and has it implied Blue may get rid of them, and threatened with White taking Pink Pearl if she didn’t shape up. In the present, of course, the “pets” are gone (either the others killed them to punish Pink or Pink was forced to) and Pink Pearl has indeed been taken by White and hollowed out into her doll.

Steven just saw what the stakes are for disobedience. He also brings up the fact that even if the only punishment is locking them up, Connie will certainly starve to death and Steven likely will. Even still, Steven decides to stand up for himself. He proceeds to yell at Blue Diamond about how he fuses with Connie all the time, about how it’s normal and right, and punishing him for it is wrong.

When it’s Steven being mistreated, Blue’s sadness and the whole family’s dysfunction are not an excuse. Even with his life on the line, and even if it risks getting Connie killed! That is unacceptable. That is the point there can be no acquiescing to tyranny.

Blue, convinced not to mistreat Steven, then agrees to retrieve the Crystal Gems and let Steven go back home to where he was happy. They break into Yellow Diamond’s palace, which is full of gem bubbles. All of the other bubbled gems look like several gems stuck together. As it’s already been established that birth defects get you killed and that Yellow has spent the last millennia experimenting with forced fusion in the case of shards, these would appear to be where she stores the experiments she does on unshattered gems.

We can obviously debate exactly what fusion is, metaphorically, but we know Garnet almost comes apart in horror at the sight of this violation being forced on people.

The least horrible option here is that we’re looking at conjoined twins that Yellow was using for research into forced fusion, which is merely people being locked up for eternity for the crime of birth defects and experimented on. But considering we see what look like quartz gems, which were stated repeatedly to be only made on Earth and which were not being produced with other gem types, it really seems each and every one of these many, many people has been purposefully violated. (Though who knows! Maybe it’s both! Maybe she started with conjoined twins who would normally be killed for not being born perfect and forcibly fused them to each other instead!)

Steven looks over this horrorshow of completely innocent people until he sees the bubble with his family members in the corner. Yellow appears at this point to demand what he’s doing, and Steven insists he’s taking his friends back. They then go to rescue the Crystal Gems and the Crystal Gems alone.

Bear in mind that when Steven fused at the ball, two other gems excitedly fused, outing themselves. Steven shows no concern for their whereabouts before, during, or after this. Bear in mind that he’s been told in Garnet’s story that the penalty for mixed fusions is shattering.

“Steven should’ve killed the diamonds” shouldn’t be a purity test about how if someone does a bad thing in the past, you should never forgive them. Rather, the issue is if the lives of people actively, continually causing harm have more value than the lives of everyone they’re hurting and killing.

Personally, I was wholly expecting there to be talking and a redemption arc from when Yellow was first revealed, because I felt her insistence that Earth needed to be destroyed showed just how deep the scars of losing Pink were for her, and that the fact she could care about Pink so strongly meant she could come to understand other people cared about other people. I was looking forward to it!

But that’s not what we got. We got Steven deciding the people who he personally knew mattered and he wanted them to be happy. That happened to include the diamonds. It didn’t include almost anyone else.

#steven universe meta

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weightlessrosewrites · 4 years ago

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Tachibana Makoto x Fem!Reader

Tw: None Masterlist

" (Name)! " (Name) glanced behind her shoulder then turned around to face the man who called her. "Oh, hey Makoto. Did you need something? " She asked curiously. " uh.. no not technically. Are you free? " Makoto asked, walking over. " Yeah I am, I just got off work. " (Name) replied. Makoto smiled. " That's great, want to come over and play some video games? Ren and Ran have been asking when the next time you'd be over would be. "

(Name) smiled. " Well I suppose that could today. " Makoto grinned. " Awesome. They'll be so excited. Need to go home first? " " No that's alright, we can go straight over. I was just going to take a bath anyways. " She replied. " Are you sure? You can always meet me at my place. " He offered but (Name) shook her head. " It's fine, okay? " Makoto shook his head. " If you say so. " They smiled at each other and started walking to Makoto's home in a comfortable silence.

It only took a few minutes before they arrived, as (Name) lived a couple streets away from Makoto, and Makoto lived closer to her job at the Pet Store than she did.. Not that (Name) would complain. After all, she loved the tall, shy swimmer.

" ..(Name)? " Makoto asked, waving a hand in her face. She made an embarrassed noise and went a bit red. " Y-yes Mako? " She stuttered, embarrassed to be caught daydreaming. Makoto smiled. " We're here, " He replied with a knowing smile. " Daydreaming again? " Makoto asked. (Name) only gave him a nod, following the taller teen in, only to be greeted by excited shrieks from the younger Tachibana twins, Ren and Ran.

(Name) laughed, steadying herself against the door-jam as Makoto slowly closed the door. " Guys, get off her. Please, (Name) had a long day, she needs to relax. " Makoto scolded, coming to the younger girls' rescue. She giggled softly. " Oh Makoto, its fine, don't worry about. It's been a while since I've been here. " (Name) said, smiling. Makoto shook his head. " Well if you say so. " He replied, leading her to his room so she could drop her bag off before (Name) was submitted to playing video games with the twins until they had to go to bed.

" Are your parents home? " (Name) asked, following Makoto down the hall. " I believe dad is at a friends, but I think moms home. " He responded, sounding a little unsure. " Why do you ask? " She looked up from setting her bag down. " Oh, I guess I was just curious. Usually your parents greet me at the door with the twins. " She replied. Makoto nodded. " I'll go see if I can find her, and let her know you're here. Gonna stay for dinner? " He asked as a second thought.

" I can if you don't mind. I haven't really prepared for dinner tonight. " (Name) responded sheepishly, smiling. Makoto shook his head with a bit of a laugh. " I figured as much. " He replied, smiling. " Thanks Makoto. What are we having then? " Makoto shrugged. " I'm not entirely sure. " He admitted, " But I can ask mom what she's making. If she's here of course, though I doubt she'd leave the twins alone for to long if she was gone. " She rolled her eyes but giggled softly. " And just what are you going to do when you move out for college? Surely you won't still be living here, " (Name) prodded teasingly, dropping her purse on his bed. " I mean, you are almost finished school, you'll be graduating in a couple months, and doing what I wanted too. " Makoto ruffled her hair. " And I'll graduate college for you too. " (Name) laughed, shoving his hand away. " You still haven't answered my question, Makoto. " She said, making her way down the hall to the family room where she could hear the excited chatter from the twins. " Your question? Right.. Well, I was hoping by that time, " He paused, chuckling nervously. " I'd have someone to bunk with who would cook for me... Of course, I'd get job to help y--them pay rent. " Makoto blushed slightly, embarrassed that he had nearly spilt his secret. As it is, (Name) was giving him a suspicious look, her own cheeks slightly red. They walked down the hall together, before she made her sly comment. " You know, Makoto, you could just ask me if you could move in with me, and I'm sure you'd get your wish. " (Name) ducked into the family room, leaving a quite red in the face Makoto, who stared at her back before making his way to the kitchen to find out what dinner was. " Makoto, dear, what's wrong? " His mother asked the minute he walked in. Makoto waved it off with a sheepish smile. " Nothing mom, (Name) is staying for dinner, that okay? " He asked.

" Of course it is, she's always welcome to stay for dinner. We're having spaghetti and garlic bread, is that okay? " She asked, worried for a second. Makoto smiled, " You know (Name) loves spaghetti. " Mrs. Tachibana laughed. " Guess I forgot, it's been a long time since she was here, you should have (Name) over more, I can see the way you look at her. " This caused Makoto to get red again. " M-mom! " " And, I see the way she looks at you. " She added on. " Anyways, dinner will be ready in half an hour. "

With that, Makoto left and went to the family room, smiling as he heard the laughter coming from the said room, only to be met with (Name) bumping into him. " Oops! Sorry Makoto, I was just coming to find-- hey, is everything okay? " She asked, looking up at him.

Makoto ran a hand through his hair with a sheepish smile. " I need to talk to you for a minute, mind stepping onto the porch with me? " He asked, still a bit red. (Name) bit her tongue slightly before answering. " Yeah, that's no problem. Did you find out what dinner was? " She asked, walking with him to the door to go outside. " Huh? Oh, yeah. Spaghetti and garlic bread, and probably alfredo sauce now that mom know's you're here. She was just getting started. " He replied, shutting the door and leading her over to the railings.

(Name) leaned against the railings. " What did you need? " She asked, curious. Makoto gave her an awkward smile and looked away, nervously running a hand through his hair again. " It's uh, it's something that has been on my mind for quite a bit, actually.. " He started, looking back at her. (Name) furrowed her brows in confusion. Noticing this, Makoto quickly followed, " I realized a little bit ago, that I've sort of, kindoffalleninlovewithyou... "

" What was that? You kind of mumbled that last bit. " (Name) said, but she was sure she heard correctly, (Name) just wanted Makoto to say it. The poor man got red again, looking away. " I love you. I fell in love with you... and, if you don't feel the same, it's okay. " (Name) nearly laughed. She did hear right. " Oh, Makoto, is that all? I thought it was something serious. I love you too. " After saying this, she immediately went red and covered her mouth but Makoto had heard and sighed in relief. " I-if it's not to much.. May I kiss you? " He asked hesitantly. (Name) blushed slightly, pushing off the railing and walking over to him. " Yes, you may. "

Makoto leaned down and kissed her hesitantly as she kissed back. It was short lived, however, because the twins had made an appearance. " Score! (Name) gets to be our sister!! " They yelled out excitedly. (Name) laughed, embarrassed as she was, which in turn made Makoto laugh, embarrassed, but relieved that (Name) liked him back.

" Let's head inside, shall we? " Makoto asked. " Sounds like a plan. "

A/N: This is really old and doesn’t reflect my current writing style 100%, however I didn’t want to rewrite it because I like it.

#tachibana makoto x reader #x reader #free!#free! makoto #tachibana makoto

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction| You get in a fight after someone flirts with them

Namjoon

Namjoon was too nice to say anything when someone tried to flirt with him, however that didn’t mean you were. This random girl had been trying to flirt with him the entire time you two were on a date together and you had enough. She kept making eyes at him, giggling every time he looked at her and seemingly not caring that you were sitting right in front of him and you two were clearly together. You slammed your hands on the table and got up ready to say something to her when Namjoon grabbed your arm and tugged you back down.

“Let go of me Namjoon I’m not going to watch this random hoe flirting with you a second longer.” You stand up but Namjoon tugs you back to sit in his lip. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you in place. “Namjoon!”

“Yes y/n, my love, my angel, my princess?” He feels you relax at the pet names so he lets go of your waist. “Are you calm now?”

“For now.. if she looks at you one more time though I swear to god.”

“Here, let’s just switch sides. Then she’ll be looking at the back of my head and seeing your death glares instead.” You laugh and get up from his lap, switching sides with him. You pick up your steak knife and flash it at her as she startles and immediately looks away.

“Jagi!”

“Sorry, Joon. Just had to make my point known.”

Jin

You should be used to it by now. With how handsome Jin is people tried to flirt with him all the time. Usually when he told them he was happily taken the person would leave him alone. However this girl wasn’t taking no for an answer and you weren’t having it. The barista continued to be flirty when she touched his hand as she was handing him his coffee however that was the final straw for you.

“You better keep that hand to yourself if you want to keep it attached to your body you hear me?” She looks surprised at the outburst and looks back and forth between the two of you.

“Wait, this is the one you’re happily taken by?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean you little-“ Suddenly you feel arms wrap around your waist and you’re lifted into the air.

“Sorry about that! We’ll be going now!” Jin carries you out of the cafe and you kick your legs demanding he put you down. When you are outside and down the street away from the cafe he finally sets you down.

"Are you done now?”

“What do you mean am I done now? That girl wouldn’t take no for an answer from you so I took matters into my own hands!”

“My little knight in shining armor always coming to my rescue.” He ruffles your hair and you begin to laugh at his comment. “There. No more fighting okay? I’d much rather see you happy and with a smile on your face than letting some random girl that means nothing to me get to you.”

Yoongi

You were out to dinner with Yoongi and you couldn’t help but notice how flirty the waitress was being with him. She seemed to purposely be ignoring you and pretending like you weren’t also sitting at the table with him. However when she touched his shoulder while talking to him and leaned closer to talk to him you had enough. Yoongi was clearly uncomfortable trying to shrug her hand off of him. You slammed your hands down loudly on the table causing both of them to jump. She leapt away from him in surprise.

“You touch my boyfriend again this steak knife is going in your eye you hear me?” She’s rendered speechless at your threat. “You really are either extremely stupid or you just don’t care that we’re clearly together. Either way neither of those options bode well for you. So I suggest you find someone else to serve us and don’t let me catch you even looking in our direction again.” The manager hears the commotion and comes over to check on you both. When you tell him what happened he’s extremely apologetic and offers to have your meal paid for by the restaurant. You thank him sweetly, giving Yoongi whiplash seeing the drastic change in your mood. You both are walking out of the restaurant now when Yoongi suddenly starts laughing.

“Wow. I had no idea you had such a temper y/n. But it got us a free meal I guess..” You don’t say anything, just sit there in silence still fuming over what happened.

“Hey, y/n listen. You can’t get mad whenever someone flirts with me, okay? I know I was joking around about it but one of these days you might pick a fight with the wrong person and I don’t want to see you get hurt, okay?”

Hoseok

You found it ridiculous that you couldn’t even go to the grocery store without someone hitting on your boyfriend. You had a horrible temper, which Hoseok knew. He tried to shake the girl off before you snapped but she just couldn’t take the hints so you decided to make it a little more obvious.

“Sweetie listen he’s not interested. We are clearly together incase you can’t tell by the fact he’s been holding my hand the entire time we’ve been shopping together so why don’t you fuck off before this tub of ketchup is dumped on your head?”

“Jagi!”

“What?! She obviously can’t take no for answer and I’m not going to stay quiet while some hussy flirts with you.”

“Hussy?!”

“Stay out of this. Seriously my girlfriend has a bad temper and if you continue to make her mad she’s going to snap. And you don’t want that trust me she’s crazy.” She startles and walks away and you can’t help but start laughing.

“Crazy? Really Hobi?”

“What?! It got her to leave us alone didn’t it?! I thought you were about ready to square up with that girl I was just trying to prevent a fight.” He kisses your forehead and you instantly relax. “Besides I only have eyes for you. You have nothing to worry about angel.”

Jimin

Jimin is shocked when he sees you yelling at the cashier at the convenient store. He stepped away for a few minutes to get something to drink and now you were shouting at her, something about her flirting with him while you walked away. You weren’t wrong, she had hit on him when you went to grab some snacks but he doesn’t like violence in the slightest. He comes up behind you and apologizes to the girl before practically dragging you out of the store. He looks very disappointed in you and your face falls.

“Y/n we talked about this. You can’t fight with every person who flirts with me! You don't see me getting mad when people hit on you! You need to be the bigger person and just walk away. You know I would never cheat on you so I don’t understand why you get so mad?”

“I’m sorry Jimin.. I wish I knew, but I just have a bad temper. I don’t know why it bothers me so much. I guess part of me is just afraid you might like one of these other girls better and leave me for them.” He cups your face in his hands and kisses your lips.

“That would never happen. So please stop fighting with people. I hate violence of any kind even if it is just yelling I don’t want to see things escalate and have you get hurt or hurt someone else. Okay? Promise me.” He holds out his pinky and you link yours with his.

“Okay. I promise I’ll work on it.”

Taehyung

You were used to people flirting with Taehyung by now. He wasn’t voted the world’s most handsome face for nothing. Usually you could ignore it but this girl was really getting on your nerves. Thinking she could just flirt with anyone she wanted, especially with you sitting right next to him was infuriating.

“Hey, you. You mind leaving us alone? I’m trying to enjoy a nice night with my boyfriend and you’re ruining it.”

“What do you mean I’m ruining it? He clearly isn’t interested in you or he wouldn’t be looking at me the whole time.”

“Are you serious right now? He’s just too sweet of a man to tell you to fuck off so maybe I should.” You make a move towards the girl but Taehyung grabs you and drags you along until you both are back at the car.

“Jagi. Listen I know you have a bad temper but you need to calm down. Starting fights with people just because they flirt with me isn’t going to solve anything. It’s just going to make things worse.” You sigh and run your fingers through your hair as you realize he's right.

“I’m sorry Tae. I just can’t help it. People flirt with you all the time and sometimes it just gets to me. Sometimes I wonder if you’d be happier with someone else and it come out as anger.”

“Baby, listen I love you. You have nothing to worry about the only person I want is you.”

Jungkook

You were at an award show after party with Jungkook as his plus one. You were trying to keep your temper in check, having watched this idol all over him the whole night. When she touches his arm and laughs that’s when you really start to get mad. You don’t realize how tightly you’re gripping the glass until Jimin gently pries your fingers apart and sets the glass on the counter.

“You were about to crack that thing in pieces y/n. What’s wrong?” He follows your line of sight and sees what has caught your attention.

“Ah, that one. She’s always flirting with Jungkook and he hates it. He told me she makes him really uncomfortable.”

“Then why is he still sitting there talking to her?”

“We have appearances to keep up y/n. Even at after party events we can't be rude. And neither can you. I know your temper is like a ticking time bomb but trust me. Jungkook only has eyes for you and he loves you.” You start to relax at his words, but are still aggravated by the sight of her. You walk over and link your arm with Jungkook and place a kiss to his cheek.

“Hey love, can we go now? I’m tired and I want to go home and have cuddles with my boyfriend.” You glance at the other idol and smile sweetly at her. “Oh I’m sorry, who are you? I’m y/n Jungkook’s girlfriend.” You hold your hand out and when she takes it to be polite you squeeze it a little too hard causing her to flinch and snatch her hand away.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll be going now.” She walks away from the two of you and you’re snickering on the inside at your small victory.

“What are you looking so smug for? I saw what you did. That temper of yours is going to get you in trouble some day you know?”

“Mmm, maybe but that day is not today.”

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missperfectlyfine13 · 4 years ago

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Puppy Love

Summary: Beca and Chloe find a stray dog on the streets of New York and Chloe doesn't have the heart to leave him behind.

Bechloe Week 2020 - Day 2: “He Bit Me”

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“Chloe we cannot bring that thing home,” Beca groans as her girlfriend snuggles the dirty, scraggly little puppy into her chest, “our apartment doesn’t even allow dogs.”

“But Beccaaa...” Chloe pleads, petting the dog’s dusty brown fur softly, “it doesn’t have a home, and it’s not like our landlord will even notice or care, the family downstairs adopted a beagle two months ago.”

“We already have Fat Amy, we can’t take care of her and a puppy,” Beca rolls her eyes.

Chloe’s sparkling blue eyes are already watering and she’s jutting her bottom lip out dramatically. She knows that it gets Beca every time, and she’s not wrong, Beca can already feel her composure breaking.

“The shelter isn’t even open this late, can we at least keep him overnight until I can take him tomorrow?” the red head barters with her.

Beca’s not heartless and Chloe has a point, “Ok, he can stay overnight.”

Chloe squeals excitedly, jumping up and down, “Thank you Bec! We have to stop and get him some dog food on the way home.”

When they finally make their way back to the apartment, Beca is carrying a bag of dog food and a few toys Chloe had insisted on getting their newest furry friend. Amy is no where to be seen, and that might be for the best. Beca’s not sure how she would have taken their new addition.

“We’re home Scrappy,” Chloe coos, setting the puppy down to explore his new surroundings.

Chloe had quickly come up with the name Scrappy Doo for the dog, and Beca has to admit he does look a little bit like the famous cartoon dog. She knows that her girlfriend is already attached to the little dog. It’s going to be like pulling teeth to get her to actually take him to the shelter, but that’s a bridge they’ll cross when they get there.

“Bec, I’m going to give Scrappy a bath,” Chloe picks the dog back up and over to the curtain hiding their bathroom, “can you pour some of that dog food into a bowl for him, and some water in another?”

“Yea, I got it Chlo,” Beca moves over to the cupboard and grabs a couple bowls.

She can hear Chloe baby talking to the puppy in the bathroom as well as little yips of unhappiness from him as he’s getting bathed. It makes Beca feel warm and happy inside that Chloe has so much love for every human, animal, or creature she comes in contact with. This isn’t the first animal they’ve “saved”. A few months ago, they found a cat that ended up living with them for quite a while, but it was winter and Beca’s not heartless. Last spring Chloe rescued a baby bird that she helped nurse back to health at the vet clinic she’s interning at.

Beca wishes they could keep this dog. She knows how much Chloe wants an animal; it just isn’t going to work.

“Beca?” Chloe calls from the bathroom, it sounds like she just shut the water in the tub off.

“Yea?” she calls back, setting down the now full bowls of water and food for the puppy.

“Can you grab me a towel?” Chloe yells back, loud little barks now resonating through their apartment.

Beca grabs a bath towel and runs to the curtain dividing their bathroom from the rest of the living space. Chloe is on her knees, holding Scrappy in place in the tub. Beca hands her the towel and the red head begins to dry off the puppy, who looks far less pathetic now that he’s had a bath. The second Chloe sets him down on the floor, he runs to Beca and promptly shakes any remaining water from his fur, showering Beca with water droplets.

“Gahhh,” Beca yelps, putting her hands up like it’s going to actually help, “I swear he ran right at me to do that on purpose.”

Chloe rolls her eyes, “He didn’t do it on purpose Beca.”

“Sure he didn’t,” Beca wipes her face off with the back of her arm.

The rest of the night with the puppy goes similarly. Beca’s convinced the dog actually hates her. When he’s eating, he happens to fling a pellet or two all the way across the room at her. He has an accident inside, conveniently all over Beca’s shoes. He only seems to bark when he’s around Beca, and she’s convinced she heard a growl at one point.

He’s been an angel around Chloe. Never once did he fling food or water, or pee on her shoes, or growl when she gets near. When did Beca become the devil reincarnate?

It’s finally time to go to bed, which means it’s that much sooner to getting rid of Scrappy Doo. Beca settles down happily on the bed, cuddling up behind Chloe, throwing an arm around her middle.

“I love you Chloe,” she mumbles into her back.

“I love you too Bec,” Chloe says sleepily, with a big yawn.

Just when Beca is almost asleep, she feels something attempting to wiggle between her front and Chloe’s back. Along with the feeling are little grunts and whimpers…Scrappy is trying to get into bed with them.

“Ok this is where I draw the line,” Beca groans, sitting up abruptly to remove the puppy from their bed.

She reaches out to grab his furry little body, but before she can make contact, he lunges at her hand. His not very sharp yet teeth land gently around her hand and Beca lets out a frustrated yelp.

“He bit me!” Beca holds her hand up to her chest like she’s been fatally wounded.

Chloe sits up, now aware of the situation, “Bec…he’s a puppy, they bite sometimes, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yes it does mean something, that dog hates my guts and I wasn’t about to let him sleep in my bed, that’s already too small because it’s a pull out sofa!” Beca barks back, all her frustrations pouring out.

Chloe grabs the puppy protectively, “He can sleep on my side.”

She flops back down, cuddling Scrappy into her. Beca lies back down but facing the other wall. I guess that’s how it’s going to be, Chloe choosing a dog over her.

Beca can feel something warm and wet on her face when she wakes up the next morning. She scrunches up her nose disgustedly at the foreign feeling. When she finally opens her eyes, she sees Scrappy hovering above her, his tongue jutting out to lick her forehead.

“Aw, see he likes you,” Chloe says sleepily, her voice rough.

For the first time since they brought him home, Beca thinks that maybe Scrappy is kind of cute and that maybe he doesn’t completely hate her. For some reason, the new day has made her soft, and she finds herself lifting the puppy from her pillow and into her arms.

“I guess you’re kind of ok,” Beca yawns, scratching behind the dog’s ears, “but you still have to go to the shelter.”

“Beccaaaa,” Chloe whines, “but he’s so happy here.”

“He’ll be happy somewhere else too,” she quickly replies, lifting the dog off of her and onto the floor.

Chloe pouts the whole morning and the entire way to the shelter. She cuddles Scrappy, whispering things about how he’ll find a ‘furever’ home soon and someone will love him just as much as she does. It breaks Beca’s heart how hard she’s taking it, but they just can’t keep this dog.

When they finally leave Scrappy Doo at the shelter and are leaving, Beca breathes a sigh of relief. Scrappy had been almost just as upset as Chloe was when the two left. The little barks of disappointment almost made Beca think twice.

“I miss him already,” Chloe sighs sadly.

Beca them over on the sidewalk, so they are out of the way of pedestrians and grabs Chloe’s hands into hers.

“We’ll have a dog someday,” Beca says softly, rubbing soothing circles onto the back of her girlfriend’s hands, “someday when we don’t live in a cramped studio apartment, that doesn’t even really allow dogs anyways. Someday when we have a house and a yard, and you’re a vet and I’m making better money as a producer. I want to give you everything you want and more Chlo.”

Chloe steps in closer and places a lovingly kiss on Beca’s lips, “I love you so much Beca.”

“I love you too Chloe,” Beca replies before giving Chloe another sweet but short peck on the lips.

The days go by and Chloe slowly gets over the loss of their furry friend. Surprisingly it’s Beca who’s taking it hard. She finds herself thinking about how happy Scrappy had made Chloe, and how nice it was to have a shared pet between them. It felt nice, she kind of misses his happy, bright energy. He really was the perfect dog for Chloe.

Somehow, all her thinking has her making a pit stop into the shelter on her way home from work a week later. She walks in and the same lady who was at the front desk the morning they surrendered him, is sitting there again, eyeing Beca up suspiciously.

“Hey, hi,” Beca walks up to her awkwardly, “I brought a dog here about a week ago and was wondering if I could adopt it…if he’s still here that is.”

“I remember, Scrappy Doo,” the lady says dryly, “are you sure you want him back…you just got rid of him?”

“Yes, I really do want him back,” Beca says quickly, trying to assure the worker she’s serious, “my girlfriend really loves him, and I wasn’t sure if we could have a dog…but now I think I really love him too. I just want him back.”

The somewhat bitter looking lady almost cracks a smile at Beca’s long rant. She stands and motions Beca behind the counter with a wave, “Follow me.”

She walks Beca up to a large cage with a few other puppies. The second Beca makes it to the gate, Scrappy comes running up, tail wagging, barking happily. The worker opens the gate and Beca walks in, quickly scooping Scrappy into her arms.

“I’m sorry little dude,” she coos, “you ready to come home?”

The puppy simply answers by licking Beca’s cheek, tail still wagging ferociously.

Beca stops at the pet store on the way home, so she can pick out a proper dog bed and real pet food bowls for their new family member. She also picks out a collar and leash. When she finally makes it back to the apartment, her arms are full of pet supplies. Luckily Scrappy had been able to walk on a leash the whole way home, so Beca didn’t have to hold him.

Chloe isn’t home yet, so Beca decides to surprise her. She ties a big bow around Scrappy’s collar and sets him down in the tub. She hides all the pet supplies under their bed. Now she just has to wait. After about a half an hour, Beca finally hears keys jingling outside the door, and her heart starts to race with excitement.

“Hey Chloe!” Beca says almost to boisterously, as the red head walks in the door.

Chloe looks at her with a quirked eyebrow, “Hey Bec…what’s up?”

“Oh not much!” Beca chirps happily.

“Sure, ok,” Chloe laughs, setting her bag down and slipping her shoes off.

“I have a surprise for you,” Beca blurts out, barely able to hold it in anymore.

Now Chloe’s face contorts into a different look of surprise, an excited one, “What is it?”

“Go look in the tub,” Beca smiles.

Chloe doesn’t even question why Beca is having her check the tub, she just races to pull the curtain back, revealing their bathroom. When she finally looks down in, the scream that leaves her is enough to make Beca’s ears ring.

“Scrappy! Oh my god Beca, thank you!” Chloe squeals, picking up the puppy into her arms.

“I guess I kind of got a little attached to him too,” Beca admits shyly.

Chloe ignores her, too busy showering their dog with kisses. He licks at her face appreciatively, much like he had Beca’s earlier. When Chloe finally sets Scrappy down, Beca pulls out her haul of pet supplies, which Chloe is also very excited about.

When she’s finally settled down, Chloe sits down next to Beca on their bed, pulling her close. Beca let’s herself get wrapped up in her girlfriend’s embrace.

“You didn’t have to get him just for me,” Chloe whispers into her shoulder.

“I wanted to, you love him, he made you happy,” Beca replies easily, “plus I wasn’t lying about having a newfound soft stop for him.”

“You’re the best girlfriend ever,” Chloe pulls away and looks at Beca so genuinely it hurts.

“I try,” Beca smirks.

Chloe leans back into give Beca a kiss, but before she can, Scrappy jumps up into her lap. The puppy jumps up, stopping his moms dead in their tracks.

“Scrappy, if you keep me from kissing Chloe, you’re going to have to go back,” Beca jokes, giving the dog a pat on the head.

“Don’t listen to her, you’re part of the family now,” Chloe smiles, hugging Scrappy tightly against her.

“Yea she’s right,” Beca admits, “but just don’t stop me too often.”

“Shut up,” Chloe says playfully, before pulling Beca close, their lips finally meeting in a tender kiss.

#bechloe week #bechloe week 2020 #fanfic #pp fanfic #my stuff

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mhdiaries · 5 years ago

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Diary of Frankie Stein

Why would anyone want to read someone else’s diary without asking first?

The 30th day of June

So mom and dad think I should keep a diary to help sort out everything I’m feeling. Since I’m only a few days old I’m not sure where to even start. Right now I’m feeling happy, sad, confused, enlightened, worried, hopeful and hungry - all at the same time. Is this normal?

The 15th day of July

The most amazing thing happened today! It rained! I know everybody has seen rain before but this was my first time and I got so excited that I ran through the house yelling for everyone to come see it. Dad came bolting up from the lab and was rather unhappy to find out I had made such a big deal out of it. “Mary Shelly’s ghost Frankie, I though there were villagers with torches outside!” I guess I must’ve looked either surprised or sad ‘cause dad gave me a big hug and said he was sorry he yelled. I wanted to go out and play in it but dad said he thought that might cause me to short out. Mom came to the rescue with an umbrella, rubber boots and a raincoat. It was wonderful and dad even came out in his lab coat and boots to show me how to stomp puddles! Does life get any better than this?

The 16th day of July

I feel like I’ve got so much to learn between now and when school starts. What if I get excited about something that is just a normal every day occurrence, like the rain, and everybody laughs at me? Should I just be quiet and pretend I’ve seen it all before? I’m not even sure if that’s possible for me since everything is just so completely scary cool right now!

The 17th day of July

Okay so one thing I have learned in my short life is that I am not a morning person. My dad is though and he insists on yelling “It’s alive!” every time I come upstairs for breakfast. Unfortunately I don’t think he’s going to stop doing that any time soon because when he finally stops laughing he slaps his knee and says, “That just never gets old.” Is it too soon for me to decide that breakfast is overrated?

The 23rd day of August

We went on our first family trip today... to The Maul! I was really excited but also really nervous. Dad took the long way there and drove by Monster High to show me where I’d be going to school which made me even more nervous so that by the time we got to The Maul I was a total casket case. I almost asked dad to take me home but I went in anyway. We all had lunch at the food corpse and then mom took me shopping while dad went to look for some neck bolt polish. The first place Mom took me was her favorite store but all the outfits looked like old wedding dresses. I really didn’t want to hurt her mom’s feelings and I didn’t tell her this but I wouldn’t have been caught alive in most of those clothes. I guess mom must have sensed that I wasn’t very excited causewe didn’t stay there very long. As we were leaving the store we ran into Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura. Mom introduced me to them and said we were shopping for school clothes. Clawdeen looked at the store and started to say something but Draculaura accidentally hit her with the umbrella she was carrying and said, “Mrs. Stein if you would like us to show Frankie some of the places we shop, we’d be happy to do that.” Fortunately, mom said yes and then mentioned something about finding dad before he made it to the laboratory supply store. Clawdeen and Draculaura took me around to all the scary cool stores and told me all about Monster High. It was like we had known each other forever. Draculaura is sooo nice and Clawdeen Wolf is so confident and funny. While we were shopping I confessed I wasn’t sure what kind of styles would look good on me. Draculaura and Clawdeen both started laughing and I thought I’d said something wrong. Then they both put an arm around me and Clawdeen said, “Ghoul friend, with your figure you shouldn’t be wondering how good a style looks on you but how bad you’ll make it look on anyone else who wears it.” Draculaura even invited me to tryout for the fearleading squad... I was too excited to tell her I didn’t know what that was but it sounded like fun. By the time mom and dad came to find me I didn’t want to leave. I’m so glad I stuck it out and didn’t ask dad to take me home.

The 24th day of August

Didn’t see dad very much today. He’s been working on a special project in his lab and he said I’m not allowed to see what it is yet. I asked mom if I was getting a new sister or brother and she almost choked on the coffinccino she was drinking. “Karloff’s crypt sweetheart, whatever gave you that idea?” I heard mom telling dad about it later and it sounded like they were laughing. I wonder if other teenage monsters have parents who do odd things?

The 26th day of August

I got into my first fight with my parents today and they sent me to my room! I couldn’t believe it! I must be the only monster that this has ever happened to. So what happened was Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura called to invite me to a moonlight party on the beach. I said yes without asking mom and dad first and I was so excited that I ran upstairs to tell them and they said NO! “We’re sorry dear but we already have plans to do something as a family - you should have asked us first.” I told them that all the monsters that would be in my class at Monster High would be there having a scary good time and that I had already told Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura that I could go and it just wasn’t fair that I wouldn’t be able to and then water started running down my cheeks! I didn’t know what to do and I thought maybe I’d somehow broken my eyes. Dad and mom gave me a hug, which I didn’t want at first, and told me it wasn't’ my eyes but my heart that broke a little bit but it was okay cause hearts still work even when they break. Then they told me that the water was tears and that it was very unusual for a monster to be able to cry and that made me even more special. I had to call Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura back and let them know I couldn’t go but they told me it was okay and that the next time they would tell me ahead of time so I could make sure mom and dad didn’t have plans. I guess I still have a lot to learn but at least I’ve got good parents and friends to help me with the lessons.

The 28th day of August

This morning dad revealed his special project - a new pet he made just for me! It’s really cute and sweet and it’s not exactly a dog or a cat or a fish but more like a combination of everything. Dad told me that he took the best qualities of all the best pets and put them together. It barks like a dog, purrs like a kitten, swims like fish, has spikes like a dragon and eats bananas like a monkey. I’m going to call it Watzit. dad said its pet license is like ten pages long and the monster vet wasn’t even sure where to begin the examination. I don’t care though. Watzit slept at the foot of my bed and purred me to sleep. I love my life.

The 1st day of September

I had to get stitches today... well I guess I should really say new stitches. I was throwing a ball for Watzit and I heard rrrripppppp as the ball went one way and my arm went the other! I know that sounds terrible but it didn’t really hurt. It was kind of embarrassing though and I was really glad that no one was around to see it. Watzit brought the ball and my arm back and I went inside to see if dad could fix it. Mom was not very happy with dad and told him that he needed to work on his knot tying skills. Dad showed me how to stitch my arm back on and then gave me an emergency sewing kit to carry with me in case it happened when he wasn’t around. I really hope this doesn’t happen in front of my friends or I’ll be mortalfied.

The 6th day of September

I got my first letter in the mail today! It was my class schedule and a note welcoming me to Monster High. I think I’m more nervous now than I was before that first day at The Maul. It’s okay though because I know I’m getting ready to start my next great adventure and I just can’t wait to get started!

#monster high #monster high diary #frankie stein #wave 1 #text post

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 5 years ago

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Devastated: Training, Day 1

Mama Mia (Here We Go Again)

I’m sorry in advance.

The rest of this series, titled Damage, can be found on my masterlist, which is linked in my bio. If you want to know what’s going on, I recommend reading through that first.

HOWEVER! It should be noted that this is more of a spinoff series to that. Devastated is not canon to the events of Damage, but it can be assumed that everything that has happened so far in Damage has happened preceding this. Basically, this branches off into non-canon territory sometime after Cole has completely succumbed to the brainwashing going on here.

ESSENTIALLY: Devastated is a Damage AU.

Trigger Warnings: dehumanization, pet whump, Stockholm syndrome, creepy!whumper and just like… general uncomfy vibes associated with the aforementioned warnings. If that sounds like it would bother you, please don’t read!

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“Let go of me you bastard!” Kai yelled, struggling to the best of his ability. His hands and feet were bound, but he was ready to throw this guy around if he wasn’t in such a tight position.

Whatever jerk that was carrying him didn’t say anything in retaliation, he just kept walking wordlessly.

“What, are you too good to talk to the guy that you’re dragging through the middle of nowhere? What the hell do you even want?”

Whatever he’d been drugged with was beginning to wear off, and though his words were still slightly slurred, he didn’t back down. If he was lucky, he could stall for long enough until he was able to somehow get his feet free and then pummel this guy.

He was unceremoniously dropped, and he fell to the ground with a painful thud. Okay, that hurt.

Kai groaned, unable to sit up with his arms pinned under him and the drugs still in his system. From what he could tell, he was in a grassy clearing, though there was still some snow on the ground, next to some kind of... weird wooden pole.

Whatever jerk that had decided to kidnap him (not for long though, he was going to get out of here as soon as he could feel his toes again), proceeded to pick him up and hook his handcuffs over the pole.

He growled, kicking at him to the best of his ability, but the man stepped back before he was able to do any harm.

“Careful there, little stray, you could have hit me.” The man said, his voice calm and smooth as honey. He took a few more steps back, then held up his phone. If the way he was holding it was any indication, he was taking a picture.

“Fuck off,” Kai said, fixing the man with a fiery glare. If he could access his powers he’d fry this guy. How the hell was it that all the bad guys these days had vengestone cuffs? Was there some sort of Villain’s Equipment to Defeat a Ninja store he didn’t know about?

“You’re gonna be a difficult little thing, aren’t you?”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Of course he was going to be difficult, he wasn’t just going to watch while this dude did whatever the hell he wanted!

“Don’t worry, I can be patient. It’s the most important thing about this kind of work, you know.”

What kind of work was he referring to, exactly?

“Now, let's get you out of those pesky clothes.”

No way, not happening. Over his dead body.

When the guy tried to come closer, he kicked his legs out as violently as he could, nearly hitting him. The problem with trying to kick while your feet were bound and without feeling, though, was that it wasn’t very easy to do.

The guy didn’t look impressed. He tsked, pulling out a pocket knife. Kai didn’t have the energy to fight back further.

“Hold still,” he said, and gave no other warning before he sliced through the top of Kai’s shirt. The blade nicked his skin.

“Oops,” the guy said, though as it seemed to be with most villains, he didn’t really seem to care at all.

Kai’s shirt was in tatters on the ground before long.

The wound he’d been granted stung, but still, he’d had worse.

What was really bothering him was the strain on his arms from the way they were forced to hold him up.

“Let me down,” he said, and he didn’t sound very menacing with the way his tongue felt like lead, but he was sure he got the point across.

Snow began to fall, gentle and soft and not at all like it had last year. Last year was all harsh storms and almost blizzards, but this year was the calm after.

“Well, isn’t this just perfect?” His captor asked, looking up at the dark clouds above. “You’re going to stay out here for awhile until you’re ready to be more respectful.”

With that, he turned and walked straight inside the little house.

Whatever, as soon as Kai was able to feel his limbs, he was going to get off this stupid pole and get out of here.

The only problem was that he was shirtless, wearing thin pants, and it was snowing.

He shivered. He wished he could do more than awkwardly flop around to move, but whatever he’d been drugged with was powerful.

His teeth were chattering violently and it was one of the few things he could feel apart from the cold.

Where was he? Why — how — had this guy even taken him? Why couldn’t he remember anything from before he’d woken up?

He remembered going to bed the previous night, and then nothing. It had to be late afternoon by now, at least. What had happened?

Fuck, it was cold out here. If only he had his powers...

The wind picked up and the snow fell harder. If he was left out here very long he was going to get hypothermia or something. What were the symptoms of that again?

His body was shaking so hard it hurt. Each snowflake that landed on him almost burned.

Was it bad that the small bit of feeling he’d gained was going away?

This was some kind of hell, wasn’t it?

His body fell slack. He just didn’t have the energy to shiver anymore. He was going to die out here...

“Look at you...”

He would have jumped, had he the energy. When had his captor come back out?

“We wouldn’t want you to freeze out here, now would we?”

His eyelids were too heavy to focus on the way his eyes glinted or the way his voice dipped or the way the door was still open or the hell that more than definitely awaited him.

When had he gotten so tired? Hadn’t he just been asleep?

He was removed from the pole and, unable to support himself, toppled to the ground.

It was so cold...

“I’m going to make this plain and simple, little stray. You’re going to get in there, or you’ll die out here.”

He weakly craned his neck to see where “in there” was supposed to be, and—oh. This—this had to be a joke. There was no way he was serious, no one was that crazy.

“Not a fucking chance,” he said, and it was meant to come out confident and angry, if not slurred, not quiet and murmured.

Because that was a dog house. A legitimate fucking dog house. Granted, a nice looking one, but a dog house all the same.

What the fuck was this guy on?

“I’m going to tell you one more time. Get in, or die.”

He would much rather die.

When he made no move to do as he’d been told, his captor shook his head.

“Rescues are always so much harder to train... I don’t see why, but some people prefer them.”

What did that even mean?

Still, he was too tired to keep his eyes fully open, so he didn’t see whatever happened next.

His eyes slipped shut. He was so tired... he just needed a little nap...

“You see, pet? This is what happens when you’re bad. This poor little stray has chosen to die instead of following a simple instruction. I know you would never be so foolish, of course.”

Who was he talking to? Was someone else there...?

He blinked his eyes open, his vision blurry. It took a moment too long to figure out what he was looking at. Because that person, next to his captor, they almost looked like...

“Cole?”

Cole flinched back, apparently startled. He looked... scared.

His hands went to his neck, ghosting over — what the fuck, what the actual fuck? His brother had a collar around his neck. A collar. Like, a dog collar.

Suddenly, everything his captor had been saying was beginning to make sense.

“Ignore him, pet,” his captor murmured to Cole, who nodded.

What had he done to his brother?

“Last chance, mutt. Get in and live, or stay out here and die.”

Not a chance, he wasn’t going to do that, not with Cole here, not when he needed to help his brother and get them both out of here. Was this where he’d been all this time? With this sicko in the middle of nowhere? Being treated like an animal?

“No,” he growled, wishing more than anything he could call forth his fire and burn this guy to a crisp.

His captor looked at him for a long moment. He glared in retaliation, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Finally, his captor sighed.

“Oh well, then.”

He turned to leave.

“Please just do it!”

His captor whipped his head around so fast he should have gotten whiplash. Cole’s eyes were wide, his hand covering his mouth like he could take it back. He looked terrified.

In this moment, Kai had a choice to make.

If he was going to get them both out of here... he needed to stay alive. And the only way to do that... was to obey. But only for now.

“What’s the one rule, pet, that I hold you to? The one rule?”

Cole removed his hand from his mouth, body trembling and eyes downcast. “No talking without permission.” He whispered.

“That’s right. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry Master, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, please forgive me, I’m sorry.”

Kai wanted to throw up from how readily Cole had begged forgiveness.

“Fine!” He yelled, successfully throwing the attention back on himself. “I’ll do it.” He mumbled.

His captor looked between him and Cole with a growing smile that no doubt meant it would get worse.

“Go on then,” his captor said, “get in.”

This was the absolute most demeaning thing he’d ever done in his life. But it was for Cole. It was all to save Cole.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up, barely able to feel his limbs at all. He wouldn’t be able to stand.

The very last thing he wanted to do (aside from actually go through with this) was crawl. But he had no choice, and he certainly wasn’t asking for help.

“Go to hell,” he growled, pushing himself forward on the ground.

Cole didn’t look at him as he crawled, and he was thankful for that. He didn’t want him to see him like this.

He didn’t want to do this. He wanted to regain feeling in his body and snap these handcuffs off and rip that collar off his brother's neck and crush this psychopath’s skull.

But he couldn’t.

With a huff, he dragged himself into the doghouse. It was actually... kind of warm in here.

“That’s better,” his captor said, a dark grin on his face. He turned to Cole. “Go inside, pet. We’ll discuss your punishment as soon as I’m done with this mutt.”

Cole, like an obedient little puppy, turned to go inside. Kai wanted to be sick.

“Let me be very, very clear,” his captor said, approaching the doghouse and dropping into a crouch. “If you attempt to be a bad influence on my pet, there will be severe consequences. If you talk back again, there will be severe consequences. If you try to attack me again, there will be severe consequences. Are we clear?”

Kai glared at the man, wanting more than anything to break his stupid, perfect nose. But his hands were cuffed, and he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“Oh, and one more thing. I’m your trainer, little stray. Your teacher. You can call me Sir. Now, I’ll ask again. Are. We. Clear?”

As if. There was nothing this man could say that would get him to oblige.

His glare seemed to serve as an answer. His captor sighed, tsking.

“Well then,” he said, snapping a chain around Kai’s ankle. “I guess you can see how you like going to sleep without dinner.”

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writingsoftheunderworld · 5 years ago

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AU - yes! Time Travel -no?

C. 2 here ; C. 1 here; AO3 here. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Bonnie Bennett had begun her day with a slow calming chant of Don’t let him get to you, her thought firmly centred around one Damon Salvatore, a true thorn in her side since he’d first arrived in town not too long ago. She’d woken up slowly, light filtering through her blinds and shrouding the whole room in a husky shade of caramel, the lingering scent of citrus from the candles burnt the night before giving the room an all to homely feeling. She could hear her dad bustling downstairs, most likely getting some coffee for the road. It was fairly early still, but she had free-period the first half of the day and she was skipping the rest - life ending crises a good enough reason even if Mrs Jason still claimed that unless you were actually dead you had to show up for math class. She laid in bed a few more minutes, listening to her dad get dressed and slip out the door. She wondered for not the first time whether it would be better off if she tried to tell him all about this witch vampire mess again, but Grams had wanted him out of it, and he had wanted out of it after her mom left, so for the thousandth time she put it out of her mind.

She showered, changed and climbed down to get the little mug of coffee her dad always left out for her, dropping more sugar into it than a candy store had on its selves. Elena had once joked that if she didn’t end up making it big she would always work as an oompa-loompa for Willy Wonka for how much sugar she dumped into her coffee each day. Bonnie was still not sure if Elena thought that was just a good joke or if she just hadn’t understood the Chocolate Factory as a child. Caroline just liked to pat her on the shoulder with a wistful look on her face, like she wished she had Bonnie’s devil-may-care attitude about it - which ironically seemed to have not been the case even now as a vampire who ate more than a Quarterback.

The noise of Jeremy knocking on the door startled her out of her thoughts enough to almost spill the coffee on her shirt. Almost being the key word thankfully, so she dropped the mug into the sink and swung her bag over her head and headed for the garage. They were meant to meet Damon on the edge of the former Salvatore Estate, just off of the main road, by the woods, from where he’d then show her where the former Salem witches had been burned some centuries ago and where the Founders had burned Emily as well. Klaus was a threat hanging over their head constantly at this point.

On their way Jeremy began telling her about Isobel’s impromptu visit earlier this morning and how poor Aunt Jenna had locked herself in her room following it. Bonnie felt sorry for the woman, she definitely didn’t deserve to be lied to like that, but Bonnie also felt that telling her the whole truth would’ve been equally unfair. The least Alaric could’ve done was say that his wife was missing rather than dead, but that was none of her business at the end of the day. They talked some more as they waited, they’d arrived a bit early after all, and Bonnie realised once again just how different Jeremy now was, and how nice it was to see him so invested in her. She wasn’t sure yet if she actually liked him like that, but she definitely could imagine how sweet and thoughtful he’d be as a boyfriend. And she needed someone frankly. Seeing Elena with her two Salvatore’s bending over backwards to rescue her from any and every inconvenience and now Caroline complaining about having been kissed by both Matt and Tyler made her frustrated. Less so for the fighting over her situation, that sounded exhausting, but rather for the constant work she had to put into herself to even be noticed. Maybe she should move for college, she had a feeling Virginia might be part of the problem here as well, though she did find it hilarious how both Matt and Tyler had initially dated her before either moved on to Elena or Caroline. Then it just made her sad. Was it something about her that pushed them away?

She remembered with sudden clarity asking that to her Grams and the hour long lecture following her words, of how she was a strong woman, how boys wouldn’t be able to handle someone like her until later, how she should still enjoy herself and not be tied down to a boyfriend from middle school onward because then you saw what could happen - exhibit a through z Elena’s many rants about Matt. She’d listened but not believed her Grams. She still wasn’t sure if she believed her Grams but she did know she wanted someone for her own now, hell, she needed someone with all the stress and violence her life had suddenly turned to. And Jeremy was safe, and cute, and had puppy dog eyes for her and vived for her attention. Was part of her thinking she was settling? Maybe. Did she care? Not really. And speaking of not caring, where the hell was Damon at? He was already late by 15 minutes. Don’t let him get to you. Her inner voice chimed again.

“Jere, how about we just head to the Boarding House? Clearly someone is looking to be set on fire.” Jeremy laughed and nodded. He clearly thought Bonnie was joking, but oh boy couldn’t he be more wrong. Bonnie was 1000% setting Damon on fire if he didn’t come up with a good enough excuse.

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Rose waited and watched. Jeremy Gilbert was off to the side, looking completely eager and completely in over his head as Bonnie and Damon were arguing about the best course of action following her short introduction into what she knew. And if they thought that was all she could tell them, then obviously they were still underestimating her which frankly was a bit condescending seeing as she was at least 2 years older than the Bonnie currently glaring at Damon. But she’d guessed that would be the reaction she was going to get when she made her choice to be as dramatic as possible. Mom used to say she got it from dad, but seeing the two younger versions of them interacting now she could safely say she got it from both. God knows those eye rolls and ridiculous insults were exaggerated as hell. How did these two people become her slow dancing in the kitchen on a random Thursday evening parents?

“Excuse me?” she tried, weakly, but still she gave it a shot. Jeremy looked over to her then at the still arguing duo then back at her with a look that seemed to say this is just an ordinary Monday for them. “EX-cuse ME!” she tried again, this time much louder but nothing. She sighed. Lost cause.

“If you would’ve let me pick you up like I said initially, you wouldn’t be here wanting to blow my head up now Judgy!”

“If you’d know how to use a phone like a normal person, I wouldn’t have waited needlessly for you for hours Damon!”

“Oh please, it was barely 5 minutes.” he scoffed and Jeremy piped up with a it was fifteen technically that Damon just elected to ignore it seemed. Sometime he did remind Rose of her dad.

“It doesn’t matter! We’re dealing with Klaus! A 5 seconds text shouldn’t be something I need to tell you to do!” Aaannd sometimes she reminded Rose of her mom. Great, now she had anxiety again. And lord knows her mom won’t just raise her voice to yell at her for ending up here like this Bonnie was doing, no no, her mom would have a level voice that somehow would hurt far more. She needed a distraction. She also needed to figure out what was about to happen around this time. Like she remember her dad mentioning that Alaric had gotten possessed at some point and that he and mom had danced at a school 60s event - which she had to ask who actually came up with that stuff, because while Lizzie definitely loved a nice theme party, she still went with like a hava night, or a rock theme or an Austrian ball or something more generic but more fun, not a decades dance. Digressing though, Rose knew these facts, but she didn’t know anything immediate. She needed more information. More inside information.

“Guys, could you take a break and answer a few questions for me first?” she tried one more time. To no avail. So hard times ask for hard measures or something like that and stubborn younger versions of her parents call for her parents usual solve to stubborn daughter fighting with her friends voice so she did her best to channel her mom’s level tone and her dad’s intimidating presence and for someone not actually related to them she though she did a good job seeing as Bonnie and Damon turned in unison to glare at her before being reminded of where they were and what was going on here. She was actually pretty proud of herself for that feat.

“So as I was trying to say, can you give me run-down of what’s been happening here?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, weren’t you the one who knew everything?” Damon commented snidely and Rose almost high-fived Bonnie when both her and Rose said in unison.

“Oh, you know what sorry means?” Bonnie off to the side.

“Oh, so you agree I was right?” Rose with a grin.

Damon seemed to take a moment to grit his teeth and bite back his words before shaking his head, giving a smirk and walking right past Rose to pour himself a glass of bourbon and spread out onto the couch in seeming nonchalance. Rose would almost commend his acting here, if he didn’t also irritate her with it. Who knew dad used to be such a child… well, more so than in her universe...time?

“Damon, she didn’t say she knows everything and don’t be a dick. She’s the only one willing to help us here.” Bonnie on the other hand, Rose was beginning to appreciate more and more. Maybe she was more Mom’s pet in the past than Dad’s pet as she was used to.

“Thank you, Bonnie. And no, I don’t know everything I just know a lot, but I still need to have the full picture and all the players to tell which is the best plan of attack here. As I said, you can’t kill Klaus, but you also don’t want him to become a hybrid right? That means we need to take every variable in consideration.” she argued and saw both Bonnie and Damon share a look before seemingly agreeing with her point of view. And boy was the Klaus of her universe going to laugh himself stupid when/if she made it back and told him his lessons in planning schemes - her dad’s turn of phrase not hers of Klaus’ - had been what had helped her most here. Oh irony, you cruel, opportunistic bitch.

“Bonnie was meant to take on over 100 dead witches’ energy today, it’s why we were waiting for Damon, he knew where they’d died.” came the first important nugget of information from the most - or least? - expected person, Jeremy Gilbert himself. Rose smiled at him in gratitude, glad at least one person was listening.

“Ok, that’s still going to be useful so maybe you should do that anyway and meanwhile I’ll see what Katherine's hiding?” Rose suggested and she didn’t even need to think before knowing that Damon was going to disagree with her - her dad still made that face whenever she and her friends planned something he thought was too dangerous or risky. Bonnie however seemed more receptive.

“No way! Do you even know what that bitch is capable of?” as she said, predictable.

“Damon, I think she might be right. You know Katherine is planning something, no way is she helping from the goodness of her heart and she won’t say anything to any of us.” Ah, how she loved her mom’s pragmatism at times - except when she was 14 and wanted a pony, then she much rather preferred her dad’s personal brand of impulsiveness that not only got her the pony she’s wanted since 5 but also made a stable off a little way further from the house.

“And she is still keeping Katherine knocked out.” Jeremy was quickly becoming Rose’s favourite person, no joke. He was full of wonderful insight and 100% helping her barely formed ideas come to fruition. She smiled proudly and nodded to the still unconscious vampire on the floor. She elected to ignore outright looking at the woman for now, too weirded out by the 1 to 1 replica of Elena to feel comfortable with it. Doppelgangers were too much for her. It was like evil clones, her dad had explained when he tried to make her understand how the whole doppelganger thing even worked - something about the universe or some chick named Tessa or another, she hadn’t been paying too close attention by that point. Their lives were very convoluted in her opinion.

Damon seemed to consider this possibility then, taking another large sip of bourbon and looking directly at Rose as he did so, before slamming the glass onto the end table by the foot of the couch and jumping to his feet.

“Alright, fine, then Bon-Bon, you me and little Gilbert need to head off. Rosie-Posie, you get the Queen of Hell. Good luck to you, you’re going to need it. The bitch hasn’t told the truth a day in her life.”

Rose nodded, smiled and waved them off as they all got out and left to do what they’d planned to do. She couldn’t wait for that honestly, it would at least get Bonnie’s magic up closer to the levels Rose knew from her mom. But the Rosie-Posie was going to kill her the longer she stayed here. It was going to make her slip and call Damon dad and it would all implode into itself, because if she was weak to one thing, it was being her dad’s Rosie-Posie and while she was fully aware this wasn’t actually her dad, her heart didn’t care. All was left now was for her mom to brush her hair out of her eyes and she might just snap. She’d missed her parents far before she got herself stranded in a different universe - despite it having been barely a few hours - since she hadn’t been home in at least 2 months. Sure she’d seen them nearly every night, more mom than dad since dad tried to pretend he still was immune to missing his girls, but it wasn’t the same as hearing her dad from a few feet away, well within hug reach or feel her mom’s warm hand through her hair. Fuck, and now she was crying. This day couldn’t be going worse. Her eyes strayed to Katherine and she groaned. Oh, it could definitely get worse. It could get so much worse.

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the-panda-writes · 6 years ago

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Chapter 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x [TW/R/2]

Summary: You and Steve go to the Hydra base to rescue your family.

Description of the twins true forms:

[TW/R/1], in her true form, has pure black skin. Her eyes, lips and hair turn white. Her skin is also dotted with white, somewhat similar to stars.

[TW/R/2], in her true form, has pure white skin. Her eyes, lips and hair turn black. Her skin is also dotted with black, somewhat similar to stars.

Warnings: Some mild angst

A/N: Here’s Chapter 4!! Enjoy!!

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We then hear a car horn from behind us. Looking, we see a group of soldiers being carried to the medical ward of the camp.

“They look like they’ve been through hell.” Steve says, stating the obvious.

“These men more than most.” I say to him, my face contorting in sadness.

Peggy then explains that Schmidt sent our a force to Azzano, telling him that 200 men went up against him and less than 50 returned; most killed or captured.

“The audience for your performance contained what was left of the 107th.” I tell him.

As soon as those words left my lips, Steve’s face goes from sad to worried.

“The 107th?!?” Steve asks us, his voice laced in fear and worry.

After we both nod yes, he runs into the rain, going to search for answers that could only come from one man.

“Colonel Phillips.”

"Well, if it isn't the star-spangled man with a plan. What's your plan today?" Phillips teases Steve, but he demands to see the casualty list from Azzano. "You don't get to give me orders, son."

"I just need one name, Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th." Steve pleads.

"You ladies and I are gonna have a conversation that ya'll won't enjoy." Phillips states, pointing at the both of us.

"Please tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R.."

"I can spell." Phillips cuts him off, then tells him that he does recognize the name due to signing so many condolence letters.

Phillips gives his condolences and Steve's face just falls into sadness. Peggy and I just look to him, but I'm on the verge of tears because [TW/R/1] was one of the letters Phillips signed as well.

Steve then goes to ask about the others, if they planned a rescue mission.

"I've already asked that Steve." I say to him.

"And I'll tell you as I told her, they're thirty miles behind enemy lines, through the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We'd lose more men then we'd save. But I don't expect you to understand because you're a chorus girl." Phillips says to him, Steve just staring him down as well.

"I think I understand just fine." Steve tells Phillips with a hardened tone.

"Well, then understand it somewhere else." Phillips tells Steve, walking past him. "If I read the posters correctly, you've got someplace to be in thirty minutes."

Steve then looks at the map and somehow, I see the wheals in his head turning. "Yes sir. I do."

With that, he turns to leave. I am not missing this. I will save my sister if it means it will kill me.

I rush to get ready and by the time I'm done, I see Peggy and Steve by an Army vehicle. Steve catches me coming towards them as he loads the vehicle.

"You told me you thought I was meant for more than this. Did you mean that?" Steve asks us both.

"Every word." We say at the same time.

"Then you gotta let me go."

"I'm coming with you!" I tell him as he goes into the vehicle.

"I'm going alone! I don't want anyone else to get in trouble or hurt because of me." Steve argues.

"You're not the only one that has someone you care about over there!" I yell at him, my eyes going black.

Steve just looks at me in shock as I reveal my true form. "I can take care of myself as well."

Steve still looks at me in awe, but is broken by Peggy by saying that she'll help us as well, but has to call a friend.

Hours later, Howard Stark is flying us above Azzano. Peggy is showing Steve where the Hydra camp is while I prepare myself for a fight.

"We should be able to drop you guys right on the doorstep." Stark tells us both as I finish up.

"Just get us both as close as you can." Steve responds back as I sit next to him.

"You know you two are going to be in a lot of trouble when you land." I say to Peggy with a sympathetic smile.

"And you won't?"

"Well, where we're goin, if anybody yells at me, I can just shoot 'em." Steve jokes, making me roll my eyes.

"They will undoubtedly shoot back." I say sarcastically.

"Well, lets hope it's good for something." Steve says as he taps his shield prop.

Stark then speaks up about stopping at Lucerne for some fondue, which makes things now awkward.

"Stark is the best civilian pilot I've ever see. He's mad enough to brave this expedition, we're lucky to have him." Peggy says, trying to change the subject.

"So do you..." Steve asks, pointing to her and Stark. "Fondue?"

At that, I just spurt out and laugh.

"What?" Steve asks, embarrassed.

"You have so much to to learn." I tell him.

When Peggy gives Steve a transponder and him asking if it works, we are then attacked by aerial fire, making Stark take countermeasures.

Steve and I both get up, Steve opening the door-hatch of the plane.

"Get back here!! We're taking you both all the way in!"

"No time Peggy!!" I yell to her.

"As soon as we're clear, you turn this thing around and get the hell outta here!!" Steve orders Peggy.

"You can't give me orders!"

"The hell I can't. I'm a Captain!" Steve says, smiling and he jumps out of the plane.

I roll my eyes, give Peggy a quick hug, telling her that I'll keep him safe.

Then I jump, landing next to Steve on the ground.

"Lets go." I tell him, leading the way.

After jumping onto a cargo truck, Steve and I are seen by two Hydra soldiers.

"Fellas." Steve says before knocking them out and throwing them out the back of the truck.

Inside the factory, Hydra soldiers are leading prisoners into their cells, one pushing and hitting one prisoners hat off his head. The prisoner goes to place it back atop his head and chests up to the soldier.

"Ya'know, Fritz. One of these days I'm gonna have a stick of my own." The man says to the soldier, but he's just amused by it as he closes the cell.

"Calm down Dugan. I don't wanna see you get thrown in isolation." One says to the one called Dugan.

"I know [L/N], but he's just askin' for it." Dugan tells them.

"They'll get whats coming to them. Just wait."

"You say that every night." An African man point out.

"I mean it, you'll see." [L/N] tells him. He just looks away and sighs, clinging onto that last bit of hope.

"The fact is, she's clinging on as well. [TW/R/1] is just praying that she'll see [TW/R/2] again.

As Steve and I reach the facility, Steve knocks a Hydra soldier, who was checking the truck, backwards. This allows us to be able to sneak through the courtyard and towards the main building. We hid behind tanks so we don't get spotted, running towards a building, hopping on one of the tanks and on the building. We then head towards the main facility.

Once inside, Steve was about to knock out a guard, allowing us to sneak onto the main floor where they make weapons and have them stored.

We both go by some sort of table where, what looks like power packs are sitting on.

I recognize this power, my true form showing as I go near them. Steve notices my reaction, taking the smallest pack he could carry and stuffs it in his pocket.

We then continue on until we reach what seems to be holding cells.

I knock the guard out, him falling atop one of the cells and the inmates take notice. I get the keys from the guard and toss them to Steve.

"What's a pretty dame like you doin here?" One catcalls as I look at them unamused.

"Saving your sorry buttocks." I tell them.

Steve comes up to me and looks under him.

"Who're you supposed to be?" The African male asks.

"I'm... Captain America." Steve responds, unsure what to say.

"I beg your pardon?" The Englishman asks as we head to the part of the cells that they're being held in.

Steve goes to unlock the cells, asking if they're are anybody else.

"I'm looking for a Sergeant James Barnes." Steve asks.

"And I'm looking for Lieutenant [TW/R/1] [L/N]." I plead to them.

But before they could say anything, I hear my name being called out. I look towards the voice, seeing someone trying to push through the crowd of soldiers.

"[TW/R/2]? [TW/R/2]!!" The voice, revealing itself as a female voice as she breaks through, revealing herself."

Steve and some of the soldiers are astounded, almost thinking that they're seeing double.

"[TW/R/1]!!" I call out, running to hug her, [TW/R/1] catching me in the hug as I cry on her shoulder.

"It's okay, sister. It's okay, I'm okay." She comforts me, petting my hair as I squeeze her body tightly in my arms, fearing that she may disappear if I do.

"Sorry to interrupt this reunion, but are you twins?" Steve asks.

"Yes." We say at the same time, leaving him bewildered.

"I'm Lieutenant [TW/R/1] [L/N]. You are?" [TW/R/1] asks, but is cut off by the Englishman.

"No time for introductions, love." He says as he turns to Steve, breaking his trance. "There's an isolation ward in the factory, but no one's ever come back from it."

"Alright." Steve says as he begins to go. "The treeline is Northwest, eighty yards past the gate. Get out fast and give 'em hell." He then turns to me and [TW/R/1] "I need you to protect them in any way you can. I'll meet you guys in the front of the clearing with anybody else I find."

"Wait." The African male calls out to him. "You know what you're doing?"

"Yea. I've knocked out Adolf Hitler over two hundred times." Steve tells him, making me roll my eyes.

As Steve leaves to find his friend, the others turn to me and my sister. "How are you ladies goin' to protect us?" the man in the mustache asks sarcastically.

[TW/R/1] and I just look at each other and smile, revealing our true forms to the soldiers. "We'll do our best." we say at the same time. We then just start running towards the exit, the others following behind as we bust open the doors and began to attack.

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saybwee · 7 years ago

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My story - Childhood

As I threatened last night, it’s time to tell my story. My memory is horrible for my early years, so there may be a lot I forget, but onwards! My life starts as most do, with being born. In Greenville, South Carolina, the hospital was closing, but that’s where my mother was taken to have me. They clocked my birth according to my dad’s watch cause the clock had already been removed from the room and none of the doctors or nurses were wearing watches. It was 1:58 pm, April 14th, 1983.

About a year later, my parents moved to be closer to theirs, and Ladson, SC is where we moved. It was a mobile home, I believe, a small walk away from where my mother’s parents lived, on a large-ish piece of land.

I don’t remember much about that time of my life. I know my grandfather grew big round sweet grapes in his yard. I remember being on someone’s shoulders, looking up and seeing the moon bigger than I ever had before, like I could reach out and touch it. One time I got in big trouble because I walked over to my grandparents’ place by myself to visit them without telling my parents. They stomped me home and put me into the corner. I remember crying because I had no idea what I’d done had been wrong. I remember being sat on the couch with my cousin (son of my dad’s sister), then having him walk and stomp all over me with his shoes. I remember making my mom rescue an earthworm that was in an ant hill and being swarmed. Not much else.

When we moved from that house, I was about 5, and my mom took a video of the place, our house and my grandparents’. I was with her most of the time, (and because at this point I’ve seen that stupid video 3264754736 times, which included every time I brought a significant other to meet them, and during my dad’s drunken rewatches because he misses when I was little and not a disappointment to everyone in the family), I also know that at that point my mom’s younger sister and brother were living at my grandparents’ place at the time as well.

We moved into another mobile home, this time in a relatively well-kept trailer park. While I attended kindergarten and elementary school, I was eager in school and worked hard to make my parents proud, though I was always a teacher’s pet, quiet, chubby, and so got made fun of quite a bit by other kids. I guess I brought it somewhat on myself. I remember my first kindergarten friend, M, and I running around on all fours outside during recess, pretending to be animals. Eventually my parents made me stop hanging out with her, because they thought she was a bad influence. She told my parents when she stayed over one night that she was a witch or something, and because “she was a liar” she was forcibly removed as a friend.

Eventually I made a friend on my street named K. K lived with her brother and her mom who had divorced, and eventually her mom’s new husband moved in. They were a really nice family, though I honestly had more fun hanging out with K’s little brother than I did with her (I preferred his K’nex and liking to pretend to be dinosaurs over the contemporary christian music and dolls my other friend liked to play with. This caused a lot of fights, but we tended to make up and spend time together anyway.)

When I went to middle school, I was bullied. A group of kids would make fun of me, steal my tests and cheat when the teacher wasn’t looking, and in general harassed and intimidated me, though I don’t think they were ever violent. I asked my mom to put me in a private school to get away from the bullying. She didn’t, but my dad did go to the school to complain. I was sent to the office, then in walked the girls that had been harassing me, all staring me down with horrible angry looks while the (counselor, I think) basically told them to lay off of me. I think the bullying got a bit worse before I got better. Every move I did, even as simply as pulling my pants up a bit cause they were sliding down, was scrutinized and made fun of. I learned to hate and fear those quiet voices that always ended in stares and giggles.

In 4th grade I graded high enough on a placement test that I was put in a gifted and talented program. Because of this, my parents kept raising the bar of what they thought were acceptable grades and behavior. Anything below an A after this point was met with disappointment, angry words, and sometimes yelling. (You can imagine what happened when I failed a math class in high school, heh).

Around this time I had made a couple more friends on my street. One birthday my parents gifted me with a wooden playhouse that they’d built, about the size of a smallish shed, with a little table and chairs inside, a door, and a window. I have no idea how it happened, or who started it, but I guess when I was around 11 some friends and I started playing Truth or Dare and strip Uno in the playhouse. It lasted a good number of months, Eventually one kid ran out, opening his big mouth about what had happened, loud enough for his dad to hear. We all got in trouble, and grounded by our respective parents, but I was grounded for a month whereas the others were outside and playing after a week or so. This was after my dad had yelled at me and hit my arm repeatedly and told me I was a sorry, stupid person, and who knows what else. My mom had to grab me and take me to the car and drive around to give him time to cool off, all the while basically telling me not to be a slut like my dad’s sister. So yeah, great family bonding.

Also in this time, if I ever complained that I missed the dogs my parents kept adopting and giving away when they had behavior issues, I was yelled at, though I did have some wonderful pets when I was growing up. Prina, the first cat I picked out at the SPCA, basically turned into my guardian, following me around when I’d play outside, or walking me to or from where the bus picked me up or dropped me off. Magick, a tiny fluffy kitten found under our neighbor’s car, became our second cat, though my dad resisted for the longest time, not being very fond of cats. I also had a hamster or two, a hedgehog (we gave him away when he bit the crap out of my hand and wouldn’t let go and I was too afraid to handle him after that) and temporarily adopted frogs and lizards (even a turtle once, from my grandparents’ pool) in jars or boxes that I would observe and release the next day. My dad eventually brought home a pomeranian puppy that my mom fell in love with. It essentially became her dog though, as it didn’t seem to like being around me much.

This is also when I remember my dad’s drinking becoming a problem. I told my mom I kept seeing him drink and trying to hide it, and she suggested I talk to him about it. When I did, my dad called me a liar and made me wait on the couch for hours until my mother came home so he could “tell her what I did”? I don’t remember his reasons, I just remember apologizing a lot and changing my story that I didn’t see anything. I was scared of him.

There was one time my dad wanted to take me to a Nascar race. I wanted his approval and his excitement was infectious, so I went. I was maybe 12 or 13. It was at Daytona Beach a few hours away. While we were driving, my dad started head-bobbing at the wheel, his eyes barely open, and the car was swerving. I yelled at him to stop the car and let me out, I was terrified. He managed to park at a gas station, and I got out and ran to a hotel that I could see from the car. I was crying so much... but the employees there were very nice, stuffed me full of donuts and let me use the phone to call my mom so she could come get me. According to my dad, while I was waiting for her to get me (about an hour and a half away or something), the police came and he was taken away in handcuffs. I'm not sure who called them, actually. Either way, on our way home, my mom and I stopped at a hardware store and got a new doorknob so my mom could change the lock. We got home, and my mom started changing the doorknob, and then my dad came in, in full rage mode, slamming the door open and smashing my mom in the head with the knob, and chasing me into my room where he proceeded to yell at me about what a stupid, selfish bitch I was and that he'd never been more humiliated in his entire life. He swore up and down he wasn't drunk though and they let him go?? The details aren't clear.

For a while my parents separated and after promising he wouldn’t drink anymore, and because I guess I was spending too much time on the internet after school and had other behavioral issues (jesus I wonder fucking why, maybe cause I was traumatized and couldn’t stand being around my parents? Who knows), my dad moved back in and began to drink again. My mother made excuses for him, and blamed me if I was upset because of my dad’s behavior, telling me not to let him rule my emotions.

There are times I remember seeing my drunk dad piss in the sink, walk around with his junk hanging out, stuff food in his face while standing at the fridge and making the most disgusting noises. He called me names while he was drunk, told me I was stupid and worthless. Drunk Dad was something I dealt with every night all through middle and high school, and two years after.

It wasn’t all bad though. Even though there were a lot of things my mom did that I felt were controlling, privacy-breaking or unfair, she made my birthdays awesome, throwing me big parties with some friends I’d made from school. My mom is good at making holidays and birthdays feel really special. She’s also good at being really nice sometimes and absolutely awful other times, but that’s a story for another day.

So we’ve made it, in a very convoluted and weird way, to my high school years, which I’ll get into in the next post. Thank you for reading my weirdness!

#personal #my story

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mintypothos · 8 years ago

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@alexangery you put up with me talking too much recently, so here’s a thing

I tried making a nice lams plot line, and since I know you also like rabbits I decided to use that as the conflict ;v; basically, John volunteers at a rabbit rescue and Hamilton comes in wanting an ‘Easter bunny’ which, as we all know, is a terrible idea (being inspired to get a bunny bc it’s Easter season that is)

this is just a 1.1k intro, but if I feel inspired to continue it would basically go from Hamilton being determined to be the best adoption applicant ever to John trying to convince him to stop by showing him all the ins and outs of rabbit ownership (which then quickly turns into ‘hanging out, but at John’s place so Ham can play with the rabbit’) and ends probably in Hamilton actually getting a bunny and also a boyfriend.

Most of the time, the rabbit rescue John worked at was fairly tame.

Most of the time, that was. It was considerably less tame around Easter. John scheduled as many shifts at the reception counter as he could manage- usually not a lot, given exam season, but this year Easter was later, giving a nice window of opportunity right after exams.

Of course, despite the general concerns of rabbit adoptions around Easter, most of their work around this time concerned campaigns and awareness raising rather than adoptions. The kinds of dipshits who went around adopting 'Easter bunnies' were also the kind of dipshits who went to pet stores, not shelters. Which was why John wasn't expecting much trouble when the front door jangled and a young man around his age walked in.

The stranger had long, mostly-straight hair- loosely tied back. Their outfit was a calculated sort of casual- the kind that was sourced from thrift stores after hours of careful, meticulous searching. If they weren't a local student, John would eat his shoe.

Instead of approaching the desk, the man wandered over to the seating area. They stood awkwardly, staring at the bulletin board, and then at the wall mounted pamphlet holder. John watched their eyes wander, occasionally glancing in the direction of the front counter.

After a few moments, John shrugged and went for it. “Hi, can I help you with anything?” He greeted, hoping it would put an end to the waffling. The stranger straightened like they'd been caught doing something wrong, before visibly centering themself and walking over.

“Hi, uh,” The stranger's tongue stumbled for a moment, “I'm here for an adoption?” They flashed a winning smile. Weird. John knew there was a pick-up today, and a couple in-progress appointments, but none scheduled for soon. It was visiting hours, and the place was usually to small to organize appointments at the same time. Of course, Peggy sometimes set them up on days she expected to be easy.

“What's your name?” John asked, turning to the computer and pulling up the scheduler.

The person fidgeted, eyes darting after John's hand movements. “Alexander Hamilton.”

John stared at the day's appointments, and then the next few days as well. His brows furrowed as he double checked. There was one 'Alex', for two days from now, but it wasn't a 'Hamilton'. “Sorry, when's your appointment? I'm not finding it.”

“Oh! Sorry,” The stranger- Hamilton- laughed. “I didn't realize it was appointment based. I just looked this place up online, and it said visiting hours, I assumed it was open.”

John's eyes snapped back up. That explained it. “Oh! Visiting is open to walk-ins. Just, there is an application process for actually adopting.”

Their eyes furrowed. “So you can't just walk in and pick one?”

“This isn't a pet store,” John scowled. They better not be one of those people. “But if you just wanted to go pet some bunnies and pick up some adoption information, we can do that.”

Hamilton's eyes snapped up to meet John's. He almost stepped back from the sudden intensity- but stood his ground. “Tell me about the application process.”

John wasn't amused by the order, but he could hardly tell them 'no'. He reached under the counter, pulling out the double sided application. “Fine. You'll need to fill this out, then schedule an interview, then a home visit, then if that all passes, you pick your rabbit. If your hearts set on one, you can reserve it, though.”

Hamilton picked the paper up, eyebrows climbing. “All this for an Easter bunny?”

It took John a moment to process the words. “I'm sorry, what did you say?”

“All this for an Easter bunny.” Hamilton repeated, a note of confusion in their voice. The confusion only grew as they watched John's face, no doubt turning thunderous as he did not bother to mask his feelings.

“We adopt out lifelong pets, not 'Easter' bunnies.” John snapped. “Getting a rabbit just because it's Easter and the commercials are cute is exactly why rabbit rescues exist in the first place.”

“Hey, hey!” Hamilton raised their hands. “Chill! I just said it was a lot, not that I wouldn't do it! Just because I had the idea recently doesn't mean I wouldn't take care of it!”

John glared. “No. Get out.”

“What?” Hamilton sputtered. “You can't tell me to get out! Don't you need adoptions?”

“Not when they're just going to be surrendered three months down the line when you realized you actually have to take care of an animal.”

“Hey!” Hamilton's voice raised. “I'm plenty responsible!” They folded the application in half with a fierce movement that almost threatened to rip the paper in half. “I'll prove it too, my application will kick your ass!”

The statement should have been ridiculous, but John was too fired up. “I'll kick your ass first! And you have to pass the interview anyways, which you won't because you only want a rabbit for the season!”

“Fuck you, I'm going to be the most responsible pet owner you've ever seen!” Hamilton shouted, turning immediately on their heel and stalking out the door. It swung closed before John could think of a better rebuttal.

The adoption center fell silent, strangely so after that outburst. The back door squeaked open, and Peggy stuck her head out. “What's going on up there? I heard yelling?”

“Oh, some asshole.” John said. “He left.”

Peggy frowned. “Good riddance, then. Also, Eliza wanted to know if you could switch shifts with em tomorrow.”

John thought about his schedule briefly. “Yeah, that's fine. Ey could take my Friday if that's okay. Or I can keep it, I don't mind just taking a shift.”

“Sure thing, I'll let em know.” Peggy disappeared into the back again, closing the door behind her.

John spared a brief thought about Hamilton, still agitated at the attitude. Eliza would probably say he was overreacting, though Laf would be on his side. The whole “bunnies for Easter” thing was just so personally frustrating, and given that this was a rabbit rescue, one could hardly fault him for not putting up with it.

For someone wanting a pet on a whim, they did seem pretty determined. Still, John doubted he'd ever see that person again.

#i dont write a lot of laurens in general and very little lams #but i thought this would b a nice cute idea that wouldnt rely too hard on perfect expert characterization #ahhhh i hope you like it #hamilton isnt nb in this john just hasnt heard his pronouns yet #if i handled that wrong lemme know #fic #lams

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whatthisfemsheplikes · 8 years ago

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A G/t story for my New Years Resolution

So.... I wrote a thing! I know that I said that my New Years Resolution was to romance Garrus again (which is still is) but my more serious one was to finally post some G/t stories that I’ve been working on. I’ve been in the process of writing a series with my OCs named Tori and Wesley for quite a while now. Originally, I had written a bunch of fanfiction with them inserted into it, but I later decided that they deserved their own story first. I’m still in the process of finishing it, and I’m thinking about starting a sideblog where I just post stories, but I decided to post one here just to see if people even wanted more of these two lol. So, this is one sneak-peak at their main story. The only thing worth mentioning as far as background information goes is that this story is set in a world where borrowers are kept as pets for humans, and Tori rescued Wesley by adopting him after he tried to escape his pet store but got injured in the process. Now, without further ado, I hope you enjoy this snippet that I’m calling The Nightmare! :)

The Nightmare

“Get back here, you little pest!” The booming voice shook the world around Wesley as he ran. He didn’t dare let up his pace, for if he did, he would surely be squashed by the humungous feet that were chasing after him. ��S-stay away!” he managed to yell behind him. He didn’t know where he was running to, but anywhere was better than here, right? “You insignificant bug!” the voice shouted back, making Wesley wince at the volume. “Is that any way to speak to your master?” “Leave me alone!” Wesley cried out. It was getting harder and harder to continue. He was running out of breath and space between him and the giant. He didn’t know how much longer he could go on. His wavy, chestnut brown hair was sticking to his pale forehead from sweat, and he felt like all of the muscles in his frail body were about to give out.

“Stop!” the voice screeched at an inhumanly high volume. This time, Wesley couldn’t fight it. The pain of his ringing ears sent his head spinning, and he went crashing to the hard tile floor. When he looked up through slightly blurred vision, his eyes traveled so far above him that he thought his neck might snap off. He managed to make out the face of a man with a bushy mustache across his lip and black hair that was gelled down to the point of it looking like plastic. The growl that escaped from his mouth was accompanied by bared teeth, and the giant’s large hands were curled up into fists. He looked a bit disheveled with his dress shirt slightly unbuttoned and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. With great effort, Wesley was able to deduce that he knew this man. He was a previous owner, but he never knew the man’s name. He didn’t care to give it. All he was supposed to call him was “master.”

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth,” the giant growled. “Perhaps I should just get rid of you now. It’s not as if anyone will care that you’re gone.” Just then, a monstrously large shoe raised above Wesley, ready to stomp. He tried to back away as fast as he could, but he knew that it was useless. He couldn’t escape. He was done for. He had already accepted his fate as the shoe came zooming towards him while he let out a scream.

“No!” he cried out bloody murder as he jolted upwards and took in his suddenly new surroundings. It was dark, but his eyes were used to it, so he managed to see that he was no longer in some kind of bright, kitchen area, but rather a bedroom, still clearly made for a giant. How had he gotten away from that owner? Before he could even try to process anything else around him, he noticed that the ground below him was starting to shift a bit, and the sound of rushing air filled the space around him. When he looked for the source of the noise, he saw that he was actually laying on the chest of a giant woman, and she was waking up!

In a flash, Wesley was scooting himself away from her face and screaming again, desperate to get away from any human that could get their hands on him. However, his shriek seemed to cause the giant to panic, and he was quickly trapped in a fist before he could even react. The pressure around him wasn’t intense, but it made his body ache since he still had cuts and bruises from his escape attempt earlier that day.

“No!” he shouted again. “Please, let me go! Stop!” “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Wes,” he suddenly heard a soft, comforting voice say. It was practically the total opposite of the voice in his dreams, and when the human moved and flicked one of the bedside lamps on, Wesley could see that he wasn’t with that owner who was trying to crush him anymore. It was the new owner, Tori, who had him in her fist. Her long, curly, dark brown hair was frizzy from shifting her head along her pillow in the night, and her emerald green eyes squinted against the presence of light in the room. She took a moment to adjust her wrinkled V-neck t-shirt with her free hand as she yawned and then turned her full attention to Wesley.

“Just relax,” she said, trying to be calming. “I think that you just had a nightmare. It’s over now. Everything is okay.” Her words might have sounded comforting to some people in this situation, but to Wesley, he was still terrified. Now, he had a whole new problem with this human, but this one was very real. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to wake up his masters. She must be angry with him. After all, she had grabbed him after she had promised to not pick him up without permission. Surely she would punish him now. Without waiting for her to say anything else, Wesley felt himself starting to cry in her hand as he hung his head in shame.

“Hey, it really is okay,” Tori insisted, her voice full of sympathy and pity. “You’re safe, Wesley. Nothing is going to get you around here.” “P-please,” he stammered, ignoring her words. “Please d-don’t take me back to the pet store! I’m sorry that I-I woke you up, but p-please have m-mercy on me!” “Whoa, Wesley, please calm yourself,” she replied, a confused look on her face. “Who said anything about taking you back to the pet store?” The young man looked into her eyes with a questioning expression, his lip quivering slightly as tears continued to roll down his cheeks.

“A-aren’t you mad at me… for waking you up?” he asked, clearly fearing her answer. “Mad at you?” Tori gasped, genuinely baffled. Her shock morphed into concern in a matter of seconds. “Wes, it was just a bad dream. I’m not mad that you woke me up. If anything, I’m glad that you did so that I can try to help you.” Without waiting for him to reply, Tori carefully brushed her finger over Wesley’s cheeks to wipe away his tears. He instinctively flinched away from the incoming finger, but when he felt what she was doing, he simply tensed up in confusion rather than fear. He still felt strange whenever this human was nice to him, because he hadn’t experienced any kindness like this before. She seemed genuine, but he was still suspicious. He doubted that he would ever get over that feeling.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” she whispered. “I promise that I would never hurt you or threaten to send you back to that awful pet store, whether you actually made me angry or not. It’s just not right, and I want to help you rather than hurt you. Just because I’m bigger than you doesn’t mean that I get to take advantage of you and control you in any way.” “B-but, you grabbed me,” he mumbled. “So, I thought that that meant that you were mad.” “I’m sorry that I grabbed you,” Tori replied with a look of guilt as she instantly released her grip on him so that he was sitting in her palm. “It was just a reflex. I thought that you were in danger since you were screaming like that, so I wanted to get you away from whatever was scaring you… I guess I kind of misinterpreted what you were trying to get away from.”

“You… you wanted to protect me?” he questioned. “Of course,” Tori answered. “You seem to still have a hard time believing that I care about you, but it’s true. You’re special to me. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” “How can I be special to you?” he murmured. “We’ve only known each other for a day.” “Is there a time limit for when I can start caring about you?” she replied with a raised eyebrow. “N-no…” Wesley admitted. “It’s just… I… I’m just a borrower. You’re not supposed to care about me. I’m not even supposed to be doing things like sleeping on your chest, but I have to because you’re my owner and-”

“Wesley,” Tori sighed, bringing him up closer to her face. “How many times do I have to keep telling you that I’m not your owner? I don’t want you to think that way because I don’t see you as a pet. I see you as someone that I want to help and care about. I don’t want to make you do anything that you don’t want to do. I know that I still have to go out and buy a bed your size, but if you don’t want to sleep on my chest then I can see if I-” “No!” he cut in, a bit too insistently. When Tori threw up her eyebrows in surprise, he quickly composed himself and looked into her eyes. “I mean… no. I-I don’t have a problem with where I sleep. It’s just… I’ve always learned that I shouldn’t do things like that. I’m not meant to care about humans, because they’re not meant to care about borrowers. So… why are you so different?”

At this, Tori gave him a soft smile and rubbed a thumb against his cheek. He tried to not flinch away, so instead, he froze in place as the finger brushed against him. The more he processed it, the more that it actually felt… nice. He somehow felt comfort from it, which seemed odd to him. He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel, because he had never been shown affection before, but he wanted to believe that it always felt as good as it did in that moment. Still, he refused to let himself sink into her touch, or let her know that he enjoyed this in anyway as she spoke to him again.

“I’m different…” she went on. “Because I know what it’s like to be looked down on. I know what it’s like to be an outsider, and I don’t want to make anyone else feel like that. Plus, I just know the simple rules of respect that people seem neglect when interacting with borrowers.” “What do you mean that you know what it’s like to be an outsider?” Wesley inquired with curiosity. “I think that that’s a story for another day,” Tori chuckled lightly as she looked over at the red, glowing numbers from the alarm clock. “It’s already three in the morning. If you’re feeling better then you should probably go back to sleep.”

“Oh,” Wesley gasped when she told him the time. He didn’t realize that it was that late, and that Tori had been willing to try and comfort him at such an inconvenient time. She could have gotten mad at him like he had originally feared, or she could have simply shushed him rather than talking to him about why he had been scared. It actually made him feel better to see such an effort from her. It made him feel… safe, and he didn’t really know why. “Right,” he nodded. “That’s a good idea.”

Without another word, Tori turned off the bedside lamp and slowly lowered Wesley back down onto her chest. “You’re still okay with sleeping here?” she asked. “Yeah,” Wesley answered as he laid down on her soft skin. “I’m fine.” “Good,” Tori said with a content sigh as she snuggled back down into the bed. When she had relaxed, Wesley settled his head against her and allowed himself to feel the thumping of Tori’s heartbeat calming him as he closed his eyes.

All of a sudden, he felt something large and warm with a slight weight on top of him. He immediately snapped his eyes open only to be met with the sight of Tori’s hand on his body. His initial response was to cry out or scramble away in fear, thinking that Tori was trying to pin him down or even crush him. However, the more he looked, the more he rationalized the situation. Tori wasn’t putting any pressure on him at all, and there was actually plenty of space around him so that he could crawl out from under her palm if he wanted to. She wasn’t trapping him. It seemed like she was trying to comfort him some more.

His guess was confirmed when he watched as Tori’s thumb moved and started lightly rubbing his back up and down. She was so gentle that Wesley couldn’t help but melt into her touch this time. Every part of his brain told him not to, because it would mean feeling comfort from a human, but he didn’t listen. It felt too good to deny it. When he looked up at Tori’s face, he saw that her eyes were closed and she had a small smile on her face.

“Good night, Wes,” she whispered without looking at him. He took that as a sign to sleep, so he snuggled into her skin more. “Good night, Tori,” he replied. “And thank you… for everything.”

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