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astarstruckcherryblossomstudent · 4 years ago

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The Maid and The Elf

Hi, I have a story on AO3 Called The Maid and the Elf which is a Bright Fan Fiction Focusing on the my own OC’s with some main characters in the film coming to play. I just wanted to post the first chapter here but if you want to read the rest of the chapters. Feel free to visit AO3 and Check it out.

Chapter 1

The ride into the elven neighborhood was far from silent as Amanda had hoped. It wasn’t that she wasn’t expecting it but more of that she had hoped that in the early morning that she could enjoy some semblance of peace within it but it seemed to be the exact opposite. She leaned against the seat and closed her eyes. She was glad, she had taken her medication before getting on the bus today. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and perfume wouldn’t have been overwhelming to her especially right after she had a migraine. When the bus began to slow, Amanda began to rise with the others following them out of the door and onto one of the nearby streets. They all walked in lines as they entered the well-guarded neighborhoods near the elven district. Amanda kept a steady pace as she made herself grit through the aching pain as she moved towards the farthest house in the neighborhood.

It was also one of the more expensive houses. A beautiful Classical style house painted in white and detailed with a dark grey roof with beautiful roman columns and pediments. As she walked up the neat but natural stone walkway of the house towards the large white fence that protected their yard. Amanda reached out her hands across the planted flowers that circled the gate; she picked up the newspaper that laid hanging from the mailbox.

She unlocked the service door with her key before placing her purse and outdoor shoes within the closet and her indoor heels on. Amanda moved quickly washing her hands and grabbing items from the pantry and refrigerator. As she began to set out ingredients for the small breakfast for the family they worked for Amanda could hear the awakening footsteps of those above. As she set small scones into the oven, the shower turned on and as she placed the pot of oatmeal to boil, she could hear the sound of clothes being picked up from their drawers. And, she chopped up the fresh fruits and blended the fresh cinnamon. She could hear the sound of heavy footsteps as they walked across the floor above she hurried towards the dining room where she set the newspaper along with the table and ready the babies high chair in the corner.

When she knew the oatmeal was finished and the scones were golden brown. Amanda set them up neatly and beautiful upon their plates and bowls. She carried them carefully to the table being extra careful not to spill the meal upon herself or the floor. When she heard the clicking of heels, Amanda kept her head down and set the spoons upon either side of each bowl. The first member of her employer was Lady Syvais. Syvais was a tall blonde with light ice blue eyes and clear white skin. She was dressed in a beautiful red sheath dress. Her make up was impeccable as usual and for a moment Amanda couldn’t help but feel jealous because she knew that she would never look like that. She was human and humans just couldn’t pull off that near ethereal look like elves could. She was the first to take a seat. She gave no smile or no thanks; just a simple bend forward and taste of the oatmeal. That initial taste of that oatmeal always made Amanda worried because it was a walk the plank moment. It was a moment when Amanda could possibly lose her job just because the Oatmeal wasn’t seasoned or the fruit wasn’t as crunchie. When she put the spoon down, Amanda tensed. But instead of her dismissing Amanda. Syvais turned to look up the stairs and watch as her husband brought down their young daughter. Syvais didn’t smile or greet her husband but instead, she simply looked at her daughter and husband with a distant almost disapproving look before turning back to her food. Amanda tried not to swallow and show her unease but she could feel the tension in the air. It was a heavyweight upon her own frail emotions and she couldn’t help but which to exit the room. A soft laugh echoed for a moment drawing Amanda’s attention to the little girl in Lady Syvais’s arms. Arien was a beautiful baby girl who was gifted with that unique eye color associated only to elves. She was chubby but adorably sole with platinum blonde hair like her mother. She reached out from her father’s arms for her mother but the woman only seemed to ignore her.

That made Amanda a little upset and melancholy. She had remembered when her own mother uses to do those things. At least, Her first mother anyhow. She remembered asking for attention to only have it ignored or turned away. Airen reached for her mother again, this time crying a little louder and this time Amanda heard Almar’s deep voice. He spoke in övüsi towards Syvais then and from the tone, it didn’t sound exactly happy. What transpired was a shouting match in övüsi that made Almar hand off his daughter to Amanda and the two elves leave the room. Amanda rubbed the child back as she watched the girl's parents disappear into another room.

The little girl looked back at Amanda and reached for her cheek, her need for attention now met by someone she knew. Someone she had at least some close relationship with that was similar to her mothers. Amanda gave the baby a soft smile before she moved towards the table and began to feed spoonfuls of cinnamon and apple oatmeal to her. She hummed with praise as Adrien ate with gusto. Amanda had first started when Sylvais had been pregnant with Airen. Elven pregnancies were strenuous upon their bodies. And, Since Elves had also had such a difficult time getting pregnant. It seemed it was best for the family to hire a housekeeper while Slyvais was pregnant. But, Now that Airen was here Amanda couldn’t help but feel as though she had overstayed her presents here.

Amanda was halfway finished feeding Airen when Alamar returned to the room. Airen gave a happy smile completely ignoring the spoonful of oatmeal for her father. Almar reached out taking Airen from Amanda’s arms and walking out of the room. Then the place was empty and silent, Amanda was left alone with an empty bowl of oatmeal and the feeling of being completely alone.

She sighed, cleaning up the room and moving the full bowl of oatmeal to the side so that she might eat after she finished cleaning up the house. The house was a typical two-story with actually very little mess as Elves weren’t a messy race but sure enough, they weren’t incapable about leaving messes especially children. The work went by quickly. There were very little clothes and toys left around and mostly what took up most of her time was the news. About two months, a cop was shot in the robbery of a bodega. Usually, That sort of thing didn’t draw her attention because sadly these things happened a lot in L.A but there was something about that cop, and no matter what the name Daryl Ward wouldn’t leave her head. Amanda finally copped it up to her natural obsessive behavior of anxiety and tried to distance herself with something better to do such as doing the laundry. By the afternoon, she was starving and took to her bowl of oatmeal with gusto before then beginning her way into making dinner preparations. Elves were scientifically apex predators and were taken to eating larger amounts of meat then plants compared to humans or orcs. So Most of the meals involved a large roast, steak, or fish that the family could consume equally with smaller portions of veggies, fruit, or grain. Today’s menu was a large Prime Rib served with Mash Potatoes and Glazed Carrots.

She was stabbing holes into the roast so that she could add seasoning and butter into the dish when she felt a searing headache take hold. She grasped for the edge of the island as the pain moved from the center of her head towards her eyes, making them ache. She gasped as the ache became so intense that it caused her to drop the knife in the sink and run to the bathroom that lay open across from the kitchen. She slammed the door with some force as she struggled to get to a safe spot as her world began to disappear and grow dark.

The first time she had these episodes she had finally thought the things her biological mother had stated about her had been true. That she was actually insane. Maybe she was in some sort of way. Because Normal people didn’t see what she could see. Normal people couldn’t feel what she felt.

The world erupted into a world of color and like a movie. A scene began to play before her.

Two beings stood outlined in shadows, their voices muffled. They were like low echoes in the raging storm of her mind. They stood outlined in a field of black and red snakes.

Has she shown no promise?

None my lady. I have shown her your wand. Allowed her hands to touch it and it shows no sign of her being able.

And, Then try again. Our numbers a little and if we chose to survive the dark lord. We will need many. Try again with your mate.

If I may, my lady. I don’t believe Alamar shows any promise providing me with the young we will need for our lord. I plead for another.

And, Your current Mate and Child.

There was silence then the snakes stopped shifting and moving and turned and stared right at her. Blood began to pool at her feet soaking her shoes and her hands.

Kill them both.

The snakes swarmed her and as they began to attack her body and consume, she could see the outline of a dark figure looming over them all.

#Bright 2017 #Elf #human/monster #monster lover #OC #Romance #ao3 fanfic #Ao3 #monster boyfriend #like and follow #orcs #Fantasy

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candideangel · 4 years ago

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19~

Soft Summer Prompts Prompt 19: Fireworks Other Characters included belong to (-clears throat-) @ofthesilverlining @whitherliliesbloom @windup-dragoon @maiden-born-in-snow @invidia1988 @meepsthemiqo (there’s others with context of the adventurer’s guild, but I couldn’t add too many or it would’ve been way overblown) Content Warning: 5.3 Spoilers Mentioned! (I have an addiction to it and I apologize deeply)

It was another year, a new Moonfire Faire, Angelique had only experienced it once and at the time she had done so alone at the tail end of the celebration. This time around she had been so surprised to be surrounded by amazing friends, allies (which a handful of them were city state leaders). In fact she had been so enthused by the inspiration that she had to pull some strings with Gegeruju to let her rent out one of their more high end cabanas close to where the festivities would be taking place. With most of the adventurer’s guild being paired off with two per room (three if she counted Ardbert with Shuri and Estinien). Honestly, she was nervous because she had never done this with anyone much less with friends and more so someone that she genuinely loved as something more.

“And...done!” Laurelis spoke after helping Angelique tie off the back of a summer top making sure it was pleasantly secure and the Hyur took a look and smiled a little at the soft ocean colors that covered most of her skin. “You look beautiful, I was thinking you were much more for green, but I daresay blue looks quite fetching on you.” The pink haired Miqo’te was certainly someone with good fashion taste, and lightly she would pat Angelique’s shoulders and would turn on her heel, making mention she was going to be joining the others on the beach. Angelique glanced over to her path and lightly waved over to Haurchefant who had been waiting for Laurelis to finish up and flash her a smile before placing an arm around his love’s shoulders and they went out to the sounds of where the ocean was crashing against the shores.

“G’raha?” Angelique called over curiously to one of the doors that was still firmly shut, but she still heard some faint shuffling behind it. “Everyone’s gone ahead, are you certain you’re comfortable with this? You didn’t have to come if you-.”

“I wanted to.” his voice filtered through the door followed by nervous shuffling, possibly just his feet. “But...you know me, I’ve been covered up so much my entire life that something like this just feels so...exposed. Besides, how could I allow you to be disappointed and being here alone at the festivities? Understand, you have your friends here, but I know you wouldn’t be happy on your own when they started pairing away to do more...couple-like activities.” That was when the door clicked open and slowly G’raha Tia stepped out, a fresh bloom of red on his cheeks that could have matched his hair as he stood there in an open white shirt and red swim shorts, as well as a pair of simple sandals.

“You aren’t wrong, but it is silly of me to be jealous of them. However, I won’t deny, coming here with you certainly will give it a bit more of a meaning.” Reaching over she brushed part of his hair back a little when she approached him, and she pulled away one of the hair clips that he used to brush some of his bangs out of his eyes and replaced it with a similar one only this one had a little artisan craft cherry bomb on the end. “Now, if we’re both over our insecurities...how about we join the others and have fun, hm?”

G’raha chuckled softly as she took his hands in hers and her lips graced his knuckles. “Very well. Though I must ask...where did you come up with the gil to afford such a luxurious place like this?” He wondered as they were starting to leave the cabana, Angelique gave him a wry smile, lightly nudging his shoulder with hers.

“Those treasure map ventures were helpful, and Gegeruju owed me a favor, so it was somewhat at a discount, but for the love of the Gods, do NOT under any circumstances let Illya know.”

It was that level of luxury.

The Moonfire Faire had begun in earnest and as always it would seem the Lalafell in charge spared no expense for the fun. Much like last year he had put up a wooden platform jump course. It had taken some convincing for most of the men who were more athletically inclined to try and race to the finish, with the exception of Alphinaud who was perfectly content with keeping his feet in the sand with Illya, who was looking pretty in a white swimsuit and a straw hat on top of her equally white colored locks. G’raha took a deep breath as he could feel himself bounce a little on the fronts of his feet, he had been working out with Angelique, mostly for stamina training and endurance. Certainly he would be okay with this. Though he was surprised that Ser Aymeric had chosen to partake, if only for the mere fun of it. Everyone else from Estinien to Thancred were...more understandable at best.

“Ready?” Kiya questioned holding up a satchel that held some shards that would go off together with the correct incentive.

“You got this G’raha!” Angelique called from down below as they were prepared in starting positions, and though he smiled a little to himself, his tail couldn’t help but flick in response.

“Go!” came the dark haired Miqo’te’s call as suddenly a spark of red shot off into the air, a star forming against the blue of the sky and like any race the guys took off at first in what appeared to be a dead heat.

However, it wasn’t until the platforms split off into two different direction did the real competition reel out, some took the more safe space with wider platforms, but the more nimble took the riskier way. Of course, Estinien was the one that had forged ahead leaping from beam to beam with utmost ease as if he simply stood on a branch. G’raha though wasn’t too far off from him, but his ears flicked at the occasional splashes from those who lost footing and were disqualified like Ardbert and surprisingly Hien had taken a tumble too. In the end though, after Shuri had fired off the golden star prism did the first competition end with Estinien taking in the first place, Aymeric had done surprisingly well all things considered to get into a second place next to his friend. G’raha had come up third, if he hadn’t fumbled during the climb up he would have at least met up with Estinien.

After a quick reprieve and swim back to the main shore, they continued their little races with the ladies and Kiri had come on top, still claiming to be the better dragoon than Estinien, Angelique had taken to second on that one because of her archer’s instincts. They even attempted a carry back for pairs, but that...didn’t really end up going very well with most falling into the ocean below. It eventually started to devolve into just a competition between Kirishimi and Estinien, fun for the first couple of rounds, but eventually the group had decided to go and do some other activities while they would try to blow off whatever steam that had built up.

“Let’s go get something to eat!” Meeps spoke up excitedly, her long black tail flicking a little bit as she caught the scents of freshly cooking meals, most likely fish dishes and other tropical favors from Limsa Lominsa. “You’ll share with me right?” Her eyes darted over to Asahi who looked rather startled by the sudden turn of his love.

“I...well…” he stammered, reaching for words, but he watched as this very cute smile started to form on Meeps’ lips.

“I love you~.” she cooed sweetly, Angelique had to stifle a chuckle behind her hand with a cough. Then again this wasn’t an uncommon trait, watching as the Doman Hyur groaned and reluctantly agreed. It was the charm of the Miqo’te, weapons of mass destruction right to the heart. When he had agreed, she would wrap her arms around one of his and happily go over to one of the stalls that was starting to gain an audience with the delicacies served. Apparently though the group had worked up an appetite. Eventually Shuri with Estinien and Ardbert in tow, and Kiri who had come with a soaked Hien joined them.

Conversation and stories were shared around while they sort of sat in this big group circle away from the crowds for a little while. The ones most popular were the experiences they had ended up sharing in the First, more so the more light hearted ones. Angelique smiled a little to herself as she munched into a skewer of fruits, listening as Thancred lamented that he couldn’t bring Ryne for a little trip here. Or even bring something to her, but those being a Warrior of Light who could gain access to and from the First always offered to run anything they could to her on request. After all she had become part of this family. G’raha smiled to himself and lightly nudged his shoulder against Angelique’s, setting his head down on it for a moment, “Do you still have that item from Valentione’s day?” he asked softly and her cheeks brightened to a shade of red.

“If you’re talking about the moogle toy with a heart for the pom then yes, you would know. It’s in our room back at the Rising Stones.” She muttered softly and he gave her a sly smile to show that he had indeed been aware that it was there. “Geez, you’re lucky you’re cute.” she muttered softly as she would hold out the skewer to him and he just chuckled softly moving over and took a piece of melon that had been the closest one to get at.

“It’s still odd to be genuinely hungry.” he replied softly and Angelique smiled, knowing that when she cooked for him at times, it was mostly just to make her happy. It wasn’t that he couldn’t taste it, no he loved everything she did, but the appetite to really be classified as hunger wasn’t there at the time. It was the same with resting and exhaustion. “But it feels good to genuinely work up an appetite.”

It was apparent he was having fun, and that was a good thing.

After they had their fill, the group still played a few games related to the beach until the sun started to set. Laurelis was the one who called for the group to go get dry and cleaned from the sand, she had some surprises at the cabana for them. As it turned out she had come prepared with plenty of summer themed wear for everyone, some were yukata and others were happis, all were from Othard in origin. They came in a variety of designs like blue and silver for Alphinaud, pastel pink with white flowers for Illya, it was apparent that Laurelis was someone who thought her friends were worth every bit of gil. She even got Angelique a kimono that went to her thighs in pastel green this time with a variety of bright and colorful flowers stitched across it. Of course she had given her some tights to wear underneath it for modesty’s sake. Shuri had gotten a kimono in blue and white with snowflakes stitched across it, and the list went on until all were dressed for the evening.

Dark was upon them though as they were gathered around the shorelines, Asahi and Meeps were setting off a few sparklers with others, just having a good time until there was the announcement that the fireworks would begin soon. At first the group had been discussing options, but then G’raha would lightly tug on Angelique’s hand to get her attention. He wished to take her elsewhere and at first the bard was unsure, but Shuri smiled and shooed them off, after all they had been together most of the day and if they wanted to split off that was fine too.

“G’raha where are we going?” Angelique asked as they had gone pretty far away from the group, but he was smiling a little bit as they came to one of the huts with a sturdier roof than some of the ones built from straw appeared to be. Shifting a few crates he would climb onto them ascending to the roof and would hold out a hand to Angelique with a small smile.

“Do you trust me?” he asked and she looked a little bit confused before nodding, taking his hand and with his help pulled her onto the top. “Just be careful where you step, it’s sturdy, but don’t want you falling through.” he spoke as he moved over to take a seat as she followed suit, and there was no mistaking the reason why. The view was beautiful, the entire beach stretching out before them. Angelique could see that indeed their group had split off into their own little spaces for them, she could just barely see Alphinaud holding Illya in his lap, Shuri settled between both Ardbert and Estinien like a petite princess, Kiri and Hien were close with an arm around her waist...everyone just being together in their own worlds if only for a time. Carefully she would pull her knees to her chest, staring out at the smooth dark surface of the ocean.

“This is nice.” she spoke softly after a moment of silence. “Last time I came here it was on the tail end of the festivities...and I was alone.” she gave him a small smile, “After all I couldn’t very well drag a pool back to the First.”

G’raha chuckled softly and reached over to lightly brush his fingers against her hair, “It wouldn’t surprise me if you tried.” he spoke calmly, smiling a little. “But from what you had given me during previous festivities despite the distance, I was happy you attempted to include me at that time. Though some of them I often wondered what drove you to do certain things. Like wearing that dress for All Saint’s Wake and...that one attire that is shut away forever to not be seen again.” He slid his hand away for a moment and sighed as he stared out at the water for a moment. “Though I think my favorite holiday was celebrating the day you came into the world…and I’m not speaking of the First, I mean you.”

“I know, I think my nameday was one of my favorites too. After all I wasn’t wanting for a ceremony or anything large...I was fine with just allowing it to pass. But it seems that you wouldn’t let it be.”

“Still won’t.” he replied with a smirk, “Now that I truly get to spend these times with you. I wish to experience everything with you, like here and now.”

“Raha…” Angelique spoke softly, but any other words failed as they came to silence as a high pitched shriek echoed through the air and a burst of color followed right after and cheers from down below. Looks like words would have to wait as the display began in earnest, but she glanced over to G’raha as he placed an arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her in close so she could rest her head against his shoulder, his hand sliding down to her waist, the weight of his cheek pressing to the crown of her head, an ear flicking on occasion to the loud pops and explosions. And really it made Angelique happy just being in the company of her friends and G’raha...marking this as one of the best days she has had since indeed her nameday in the First.

#adventurer's guild #ffxiv #ffxiv writing #5.3 Spoilers!#Also on behalf of me I do apologize if I have somehow mistakenly misrepresented a character and ship #And that not all of them had dialogue #crystalangel #g'raha tia x wol #g'raha tia x angelique #the writing is also a bit trash

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sky-sykes-starr · 5 years ago

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BTS Yandere Jungkook finds you after five years of your escape

Warning: abuse, violent, sexual themes

Note: This is actually a continuation of BTS Yandere finding out your pregnant

(Maknae Line)

Before you have left, you wrote a letter to Jungkook explaining why you were leaving. At the time of writing this letter it was the right thing to do. But you didn’t know that you would be regretting it.

Jungkook kept that letter and read it again.

Dear Jungkook,

We’ve been married for a year now, after you brought me from that auction sale. We’ve had good moments and bad, more bad than good and I’ve been on the receiving end of the stick with all the punishments you’ve given me. However, I have had enough of this and shall be leaving not on my own as you were able to give me something special that I shall be waiting for nine months. It’s such a shame that I’m not the only one despite the fact that I’ve always been nothing but loyal because if I did cheat on you, God knows what you would’ve done to me.

Jungkook had killed every women he had ever impregnated (which were the maids), feeling extreme guilt for cheating on you as you never cheated on him. Yet, he felt a sudden urge of anger that you thought you could leave with HIS CHILD. You were sorely mistaken as he has finally found you.

Well one of his many men found you, at the spa that you work at, when he was collecting his wife. That man got a huge pay raise for his services of locating you and Jungkook had tailed you the whole entire time not wanting to lose track of you.

You routine was simple send your twins of too school, work, finish work, collect your kids and take care of them.

When Jungkook laid eyes on the two boys he was shocked on how similar they looked to him when he was a child, the big brown eyes and their bunny smiles. Clearly, he had strong genes.

He was at the park, watching you playing with the boys. The only thing he knew about his kids were their names, Jae and Dae.

Time passed slowly, as he was watching the three of you without being noticed. However, when you had turned your back for a second Jae ran off to go play somewhere else as Dae was still standing next to you.

Jungkook saw his child running around without even Y/N knowing what was going on. Until Jae ends up coming towards, staring at him laughing. Jungkook smiles back.

Jae: Why are you alone?

Jungkook: I’m not alone I’m watching someone

Jae: I know you’ve been staring at mummy forever

Jae was quick and very intelligent for a four year compared to his brother whose face always lost in a dream like state.

Jungkook: I was not

Jae: Yes you were, lots of men stare at mummy because she got a big butt

He begins to laugh.

Jungkook doesn’t find it very funny though, just hw many men have been staring at you? Just how many men have you allowed to touch you? How many men fucked you?

His blood began to boil.

Jae: Mummy’s single

Jungkook: Is she now?

Jae: Come on, you can come and meet her

Jae takes his hands as his little legs begin to walk to you.

As you finish your conversation with another mother, who quickly ends the conversation after seeing the well-known mafia Jungkook. You turn to here Jae talking to you about a man he’s met.

Jae: Mummy, I found you a new boyfriend?

Of course you weren’t paying attention to the man as your full focus was on your son.

Y/N: Oh really?

You look up to see the man and it was none other than.... Jungkook, the man you ran away five years ago.

Your voice grows silent not knowing what to say to him. Until a light bulb flashes into your head.

Y/N: Come on kids, enough time at the park where gonna go home.

You grab Jae and Dae’s hand quickly and turn but you are stopped when a hand is on your shoulder.

Jungkook: I don’t think that be necessary as you all are coming with me!

You and your children turn towards him as his driver appears gesturing you to start walking.

Jae: Mummy, pick me up

You pick Jae and Dae begins to throw a fit and falls on to the floor crying his eyes out and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Dae: CARRY ME CARRY ME CARRY MEEEEEEE

Jungkook quickly picks him up in a rough manner causing Dae to cry even more not even knowing the man, screaming out your name.

Dae: MUMMY WAAHHHAHHHHHH

Jungkook: SHHHHH

Jungkook is trying everything he can to calm Dae down, but nothing is working.

Jungkook: QUIET

Dae stops and begins to whimper, burying his face into Jungkook’s shoulder. You were in complete utter shock on what the man did.

As you were all in the car the journey back to the house of horror was extremely quiet. You assumed that it was at least two hours long and with that time both the twins were asleep due to the boredom.

Jungkook: We’ve moved to a new place, somewhere further. I have my men collecting any valuable items, like pictures and stuff you know of you and the kids since I missed out on a lot

.....

Jungkook: The boys will easily settle down here, I even have built them with a play room that has a fort inside for them to be playing with something similar to mine. Yet, there bedrooms aren’t done yet, so they are going to be sleeping in the guest bedrooms. I’m not sure what they really like.

......

Jungkook: My mum was shocked when she found she became a grandma, she was devestated that she never got meet her grandchildren but mum and dad should be coming over next week to meet them and you. We live closer to them too.

.....

Jungkook: SAY SOMTHING

Dae begins to murmur with sudden outburst of Jungkook, not wanting to wake him up he rocks him back forth back to sleep.

Y/N: There gonna need there toys

Jungkook: Why would they need cheap ass toys when they can get the best of the best

Y/N: Because Dae can only sleep with his teddy and if he doesn’t he begins to cry and by the looks of what happened earlier you couldn’t handle

Jungkook: You raised them too soft to be attached, you need to be harsh with them, luckily I’m here

Y/N: You touch my kids and I shall kill you

Jungkook: Trust me, I won’t hurt them that much, as long as they obey, but is you who is going to be punished.

(Time skip)

It was dinner time and fresh plate of spaghetti and meatballs laid out on each persons plate.

Jae and Dae were awfully quiet.

Jae: Mummy who is he?

Before you can even speak Jungkook interjects.

Jungkook: I’m your Daddy

Jae: You are?

Jungkook: Yes I am and mummy’s been bad girl for not letting me see you

Jae: Mummy’s been bad

Dae was very pale, he quickly got up from his seat to run towards you as you pick him up and place him on your lap he wraps his small hands around you.

Jungkook, clearly wasn’t happy that he had to share you with two boys and the fact that Dae at four years old, according to him should have acquired some table manners.

Jungkook: Dae, your a big boy sit on your chair and eat like your brother

Y/N: Jungkook, stop it!

Jungkook: Don’t tell me what to do women, your the last person who should be ordering me about. Now Dae, I already told you once listen to daddy and sit on your chair and eat.

Dae begins to whimper and Jungkook snaps.

Jungkook: DAE!

Dae: YOUR NOT MY DADDY!

He begins to cry heavily on your shoulder as you pat his back whispering him to stop.

You get up with the plate and usher Jae to come with you to eat in the guest bedroom where they shall be sleeping.

“YOUR NOT MY DADDY”, ran round Jungkook’s head as his heart begins to break it’s not his sons fault that they don’t know him but yours and you shall truly be punished.

Time skip

With the boys asleep in the guest bedroom, you decide to go to the master bedroom to get your clothes and get ready for the night to sleep with the boys.

However, once you entered the room to collect you pyjamas you hear Jungkook walking into the room and locking the door.

Jungkook: This is all your fault you know. My boys would be calling me dad but they aren’t because of you.

He walks up to you with you dropping your clothes on to the floor.

Jungkook: BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH

You feel a harsh sting on your cheeck as you fall to the floor with a small cut from his ring leaking blood down on your face.

He takes off his belt, staring at you with cold eyes and you knew what was about to come.

He raises the belt up and begins to whip you savagely, non-stop as you scream for help he shouts verbal abuse at you.

Jungkook: SLUT, WHORE, FUCKING DUMB BIMBO BITCH HOW MANY MEN DID YOU SLEEP WITH? HUH?

This lasts for thirty minutes striaght as his arm gets tired he drops his belt to the floor and picks you up and throws you on to the bed.

He jumps on top of you, violently kissing and biting you making you let out soft moans. As he begins to tear of your clothes.

You feel his clothed boner near your wet pussy. You were so embarrassed with being turned on.

Jungkook: You feel that babe, that’s what you did to me and tonight. Tonight, shall be a long long night of pleasure. Who knows maybe this will be the day we have baby number three?

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andalynnamass1997 · 4 years ago

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Spayed Cat Spraying Urine Astonishing Diy Ideas

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How To Get A Male Cat Not To Spray

Cats take a long haired cat that you follow the directions on the affected area so that you're comfortable with each other while young tend to scratch the bindings on books.She worried that they'd be attacked by Lyme disease or bladder stones or marbles in it to help you deal with the protective lining on their own lavatory.I am about to spray a harmless aerosol to repel cockroaches and termites, so getting kitty a favor and treat outside with a pill.Cat training is a waste fluid that is designed for grace and agility.If your cat can stand on the counter every time she can chew and play with toys.

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Cat Urine Marking

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broken-clover · 6 years ago

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ACC Day 15- Stim Toys

I’m actually really happy with how this one came out! So it kinda ended up being long again. But it was a good time all the while!

Back into Blazblue with Carl Clover, plus a little of Kokonoe and Bang.

Content warning for self-harming stims and hand trauma.

One of Carl’s earliest memories as a child was him bashing his hands against a wall over and over again, screaming as loud as his little lungs allowed him to.

It wasn’t a perfect recollection. He must have been upset over something, but he didn’t know what it was anymore. He did know that he hadn’t been in any sort of real danger. It was one of his first meltdowns, and little him had decided for whatever reason that the stress in his body could only be channeled by beating his hands until they bruised- or at least until Ada intervened and pulled him away.

Carl knew it wasn’t a good thing to do, but he didn’t know how to properly vent his frustration. The screaming was a habit quickly quashed, enough disappointed looks from Relius more-or-less scared it right out of him. In the end, though, that may have only made it worse, leaving him to hit even harder when he couldn’t make noise to go with it.

The older he got, the more he started to understand the things that upset him. Itchy fabrics. Stiff shoes. Touches from unfamiliar people. Every time he encountered something uncomfortable, it made him want to smack against things. Ada and Ignis were quick to help him as soon as they found out, helping him find comfy clothing that didn’t make him overstimulated and being careful to let him unwind in a quiet place when he started getting upset.

No matter what they tried, though, Carl never seemed to be able to do away with the bad stims. When he tried to replace whacking his hands against things, he only ended up biting his nails, eventually doing it more and more until his fingers hurt and the corners bled. When Ignis bandaged his fingertips so he couldn’t bite them, he moved down and started chewing on his wrists. After that, Relius had attempted to step in, this time offering gloves like the ones he wore to avoid injuring any part of them.

Those had worked, to an extent. He couldn’t bite through the fabric, though it didn’t stop him from trying. More often than not, he was left with damp spots on his gloves from where he tried biting, which was sensory hell in its own form. Carl just had the instinct to bite things whenever he felt stress, whether it was his own hands, sleeves, pencils, pens, or anything he could think of. The longer the habit stuck around, the more embarrassed he felt by it. It made him feel childish.

It was bad enough that as soon as he enrolled in the military academy, he refused to wear the gloves as much as he could manage. He was sure that he could just force himself to stop. It was another plan made with too much confidence. When he forced himself not to do it in public, it just made him stim harder in private, gnawing on the end of his tie and the uniform’s sleeves. He could never come up with a good explanation on the frequent mendings he needed for his torn-up seams. Carl was too mortified to admit to anything.

Nobody questioned when he started wearing the gloves again. Maybe it suited his reputation as the precocious little genius. Whatever made it easier to get through the day.

Ada had always seemed insistent that she’d be able to find some way to help him, in some form or another. Carl wasn’t sure what exactly she’d had in mind, but he’d found himself with bigger problems to deal with. It seemed far more important to find where their father had gone off to in order to try and find a way to undo what he had done to Ada than to focus on anything else.

He supposed there were still some silver linings, even for as disastrous as his life had gotten. There were still safe places for him to go, and a few adults that he trusted enough to accept their help. Miss Litchi was kind and loving, reminding him so much of his mother with how she worried over him and made him feel cared for. Mr. Bang was rather bombastic and loud, but Carl had to admire his commitment to doing good for the people and making sure he had some sort of guidance.

Even if Bang could be a bit overbearing, Carl had no trouble saying that he felt rather welcome in Ronin-Gai. The people there were kind, and their leader was more than happy to offer a warm bed and food for however long he wanted to stay before heading out. At first, Carl had been a bit wary of the kindness, along with the friendly relationship that Bang had seemed so insistent on for reasons he didn’t understand. He’d presumed some deception or ill intent, but really, Bang seemed to notice a similarity between the two of them, even if he couldn’t name it.

Carl had noticed something like that. Which was strange, since they seemed like very different people, in his opinion. There was just something about the way they both interacted with people, how they presented themselves, how they could get so passionate about different things. He’d even caught Bang gently toying around with the scarf he always wore, petting the soft material in the same way Carl liked to with his favorite clothes as a little kid.

For whatever it was, the boy would admit it did feel a little better knowing that his odd mannerisms weren’t something exclusive to him. Though he’d never seen the older man biting down on his hands before in the same way he did. That was still a conundrum.

For once, Carl almost found himself longing for the quiet district that he had been staying in for the past few days. After he’d tracked Relius down once more and tried to subdue him, he’d not only failed, but Ada had been caught in a small explosion. She’d made it out relatively unharmed, with some scratches and dents but not looking worse for wear, but Carl wasn’t willing to take off again without making absolutely sure. They’d finally managed to contact Kokonoe, seeing as she was one of the few people who could do a half-decent job at repairing a Nox Nyctores if need be, and Carl had taken off with Ada out of Ronin-Gai as soon as the professor agreed.

Ronin-Gai, at least, felt rather warm and inviting, even if it was unfamiliar. He wasn’t sure what to focus on while he waited on a bench in Kokonoe’s office. She’d taken Ada and vanished into her lab for what felt like hours, with not a single sign of her since. His eyes flicked restlessly over the messy stacks of paper, half-built machinery, and empty takeout containers. For such a brilliant woman, her office was a mess. Carl was at least happy that the fluorescent lights didn’t have an annoying buzz to them like the ones at the academy did.

He’d tried not to bite on his hands, but there was a point when worrying about Ada and having no other way to vent it just got too much for him to handle. Maybe once this was over, he could play some chess or listen to music. That always helped clear his head.

The office door creaked open, making the boy jump. “P-Professor?”

“Relax, it’s just me.” Hardly glancing in his direction, Kokonoe crossed the room and went to her desk, grabbing a few papers and leafing through a folder. Carl had no idea how she knew where things were, but she seemed to have no trouble finding what she was looking for.

When she stood back up, her yellow eyes finally fell on him. “Hey, short stuff, c’mere a sec.”

“Huh?” Hesitantly, he hopped off the bench and approached the professor. “Is something wrong with my sister?”

“Nah, just got something for ya. Here, catch.”

He managed to catch the odd object that Kokonoe tossed at him. It appeared to be a little machine cog, made out of a slightly rubbery material and hanging on a string. “...A necklace?”

“Yeah, and a chewing stim. Made it out of the same stuff they use for cooking supplies. That scruffy idiot mentioned you tend to chew on stuff when you’re stressed.”

Carl felt himself going pink. If Bang was noticing it, than it must have been way too obvious. Had anyone else seen him doing it in public?

“No need to get all worked up, kid. Of all things to feel bad about, that’s definitely not the right one.” Kokonoe’s expression was hard to read. “People won’t even notice that if you wear it. If you get stressed out, just chew on that instead. It’s meant to be chewed on, so it doesn’t break easy.”

He stared at the item, giving it a little bend. “Have you done this before…?”

“Tao likes having something in her mouth most of the time, so I whipped a few up for her way back when.” That seemed to get the scientist to relax a little, slouching in her chair with a grin. “But hers are cat faces and fish. I thought the gear fit you better.”

“Oh.” After a moment of thought, his head snapped up. “Wait, so I’m not the only one who does this?”

Kokonoe balked. “Pfft, are you kidding me? Lots of people do it. Part of the reason I always have silvervine candy on hand.” At that, she pulled a lollipop out of her sleeve. “Not always chewing on stuff, either. I know Celica likes weaving to keep her hands busy, and Bang always has that damn scarf with him to mess around with.”

Carl couldn’t put into words how relieving that was to hear. For the longest time, it felt like there had to be something wrong with him. The thought of not being the only one made him feel much less weird, and a bit less alone than he’d thought.

“Oh, yeah, and Nirvana’s all patched up. No real damage, just buffed out the scratches. You’re free to head out whenever.”

He followed behind the woman eagerly, running his fingers along the curves of the cog while they walked to the lab. Ada was standing stoic, patched up and cleaned until she was almost shining.

“Sis!” He ran up to her and threw his arms around for a quick hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Ada tilted her head slightly, raising a hand to gently nudge the new accessory her brother was wearing.

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Carl grinned. “Professor Kokonoe gave it to me so I won’t bite my hands. You want to go back now?”

The doll’s mask was static and unmoving, but he could tell she was smiling anyway.

If he was taking a couple of days to lay low, Carl decided that he could still get something done. He was busy at work, sprawled out on the floor and drafting blueprints for a new automaton model. For once, he had both hands free, one for sketching and the other to hold the paper down in place. He chewed pensively on Kokone’s necklace, feeling the tough material press back as he bit down. It was a satisfying sensation, and he liked it a lot better.

“What do you think, sis?” He hoisted up one of his papers. “Not sure if it’ll be too top-heavy.”

Ada sat nearby. She raised a hand and made a little gesture.

“Huh. Yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe I can put more weight on the back end so it doesn’t tip over?”

While they spoke, the screen door to the room slid open. “Young hero? Is everything alright?”

“Hello, Mr. Bang.” Carl offered the man a polite nod as he entered. “Ada and I are fine. I’m just working on a new robot.”

“A robot, you say?” In a flash, Bang was on the floor, sitting across from him. “I’d love to hear more!”

He was taken a bit off-guard by the man’s sudden movements, but it seemed normal for Bang. “Are you sure? It’s a little complicated.” Truthfully, Carl loved robots, and all things mechanical, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to go on a long diatribe if it was just going to bore everyone.

“Absolutely! You seem to like them quite a lot. No need to hesitate around me!”

His hands idled over the cog, before moving to grab a pencil. “Okay. Well, I guess I can start with explaining the parts of the chassis…”

The world wasn’t always a very nice place. That was something Carl knew well. But maybe it wasn’t all bad, either.

#autistic creative challenge #writing #Blazblue #Carl Clover #Kokonoe #Bang Shishigami #tw self harm

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bloojayoolie · 7 years ago

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Being Alone, Andrew Bogut, and Cats: Athena Sweet big girl a little shy, friendly affectionate and playful. Wonderful with the smallest kids Good with other pooches. Friendly with a kitten she met. Slept in her previous owners bed. Is very housetrained. Enjoys to cuddle and gives kisses ID # 22211 4 yrs old, 62.3 lbs Waiting on Love @ Manhattan ACC **** TO BE KILLED - 3/15/2018 **** Sweet Athena was bought from a breeder when she was a puppy. Now her owner is moving and isn't allowed pets in her new apartment and Athena finds herself alone in a big shelter. She must be quite confused. She was used to she sleep on her owners bed and was with her family all her life. She was friendly with the smallest children, playful with other dogs and sweet with a kitten she was around for one day. Now she is so happy to be in the company of the volunteers, to have someone to be close and to cuddle with - wagging and smiling, making new friends. Please share lovely Athena for a wonderful new home - that hopefully can be hers forever. A volunteer writes: Love, Love, Love...but our Greek goddess plays hard to get. But soon, Athena accepted my leash and off we went for a long stroll around the nearby park. Athena is a great cruiser, very house trained and very proper with every single dog neared as well as with the naughty squirrels. She is a "bench girl" who enjoys a good cuddle, pressing her body against mine and giving kisses. Yes, the ice was broken quite quickly between us, and I heard just the same from staff and other volunteers. Although she did not grant me a "happy face" (she did a lot of wiggly body and wagging tail), I know (there is a photo to prove it) that she was all smiles and bright eyes for a favorite staff. Athena is with us through no fault of her own. Her owners moved to a place not allowing pets. Her sweetness was her hallmark, and she is described as welcoming to strangers, wonderful with kids of all ages and good with other pooches. What's not to love about Athena? A great friend she was and will be, a calm walker, a book or TV buddy and a most understanding confidant. Athena could be the one and only pet, the gem you have been looking for. Come to the Manhattan Care Center, ask to meet Athena in person and take her home. VIDEOs: From Greek Goddess to ACC Goddess <3 https://youtu.be/U8BE26yzGCE https://youtu.be/eBzslEP6YO0 Athena ID# 22211 MANHATTAN ACC Estimated to be 4 yrs old, 62.3 lbs BLACK / WHITE FEMALE OWNER SURRENDER: due to changes in owner's living situation / moving Intake Date: 03-05-2018 ** SHELTER ASSESSMENT: EXPERIENCED HOME ** PROFILE: Basic Information: Athena is a 4 year old female large mixed breed dog. She was bought from a breeder when she was a puppy. She was surrendered because her previous owner is moving and isn't allowed pets in her new apartment. Previously lived with: 2 adults How is this dog around strangers? Around strangers, Athena is friendly and outgoing and exuberant at play with adults. How is this dog around children? Athena has spent time with children from newborn to age 15. She was relaxed and affectionate and exuberant at play. How is this dog around other dogs? Athena has spent time with all types of dogs and is playful and exuberant at play. How is this dog around cats? Athena has spent time with a stray kitten for 1 day. She would lick the kitten and follow her around the house. Resource guarding: If her food bowl was touched while eating, Athena moved over and was relaxed. She was playful if a treat or toy was taken away from her Bite history: Athena has never attempted to bite a person or animal. Housetrained: Yes Energy level/descriptors: medium Other Notes: Athena barks if she hears loud noises. She isn't bothered if she is pushed off furniture, disturbed while sleeping, if her coat is brushed, or if her nails are trimmed. She is friendly if she is held or restrained, if she is given a bath, or if an unfamiliar person approached her home or previous owner. Has this dog ever had any medical issues? No Medical Notes Athena was last seen by a vet 1 year ago. She has no known injuries or medical concerns. For a New Family to Know Athena is described as friendly, affectionate, playful, shy, and excitable. Her previous owner likes that she's sweet. If her previous owner was home she would follow her around. She likes to play with squeaky and stuffed toys. She likes to play fetch and tug. She was kept indoor only and at night she slept in her previous owners bed. She ate dry Dog chow. She is house trained and never had accidents in door and is wee wee pad trained. She is well behaved when left alone indoors. She knows the cues, sit, and down, speak wait and up. She was taken on walks 2-3 times a day for brisk walks. She pulls on leash and off leash she stays by your side. BEHAVIOR: Behavior Notes: Athena had a wagging tail when approached and allowed me to pet and scan her. She licked my hand and had a relaxed body. She allowed me to collar her and take her photo. When she saw another dog in the lobby, she began to pull towards him and cry. When going in her kennel she hesitated and backed away. She stepped up into the kennel with her first two paws and after she was tapped on her back paw she went in. Date of intake: 5-Mar-2018 Spay/Neuter status: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Owner Surrender (In home for 4 years) Previously lived with: Adults Behavior toward strangers: Friendly and outgoing Behavior toward children: Relaxed and affectionate Behavior toward dogs: Playful and exuberant Behavior toward cats: Good with a kitten she met Resource guarding: None reported Bite history: None reported Housetrained: Yes Energy level/descriptors: Athena is described as friendly, affectionate, playful, shy, and excitable with a medium level of activity. SAFER SCORES: Date of assessment: 7-Mar-2018 Look: 1. Dog's eyes are averted, with tail wagging and ears back. Allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity: 1. Dog leans into the Assessor, eyes soft or squinty, soft and loose body, open mouth. Tag: 1. Dog follows at the end of the leash, body soft. Paw squeeze 1: 2. Dog quickly pulls back. Paw squeeze 2: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Flank squeeze 1: Item not conducted Flank squeeze 2: Item not conducted Toy: 1. Minimal interest in toy, dog may smell or lick, then turns away. Summary: Athena approached the assessor in the assessment room with a soft body and solicited attention by jumping up. She was social throughout the assessment, allowed all handling, and displayed no concerning behaviors. Summary (1): 3/6: When introduced off leash to the male greeter dog, Athena tolerate polite greeting and some play solicitation. When play becomes persistent, Athena offers a brief growl, then moves away. Date of intake: 5-Mar-2018 Summary: Athena had a relaxed body and allowed handling. Date of initial: 5-Mar-2018 Summary: Athena allowed handling. ENERGY LEVEL: Athena's previous owner described her as having a medium level of activity. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: EXPERIENCE (suitable for an adopter with some previous dog experience, especially with the behaviors outlined below) Potential challenges: Kennel presence Potential challenges comments: Kennel presence: Athena appears fearful in her kennel, growling and trembling. She does not display this behavior outside of her kennel and it was not noted in her previous home. While we cannot be certain if this behavior will appear in any other contexts, in highly emotionally charged or stressful environments Athena may show behavior similar to what she is currently demonstrating in her kennel. We recommend potential adopters be comfortable managing this behavior and keeping themselves safe in any similar future situations. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 6-Mar-2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: reported to be 4 years, age consistent with exam Microchip noted on Intake? Microchip Number (If Applicable): History :owner surrender due to changes in owner's living situation Subjective:BAR Observed Behavior -approaches in friendly manner but tenses when approached with low growl; muzzled for exam as precaution, resisted restraint a little but allowed exam Evidence of Cruelty seen -n Evidence of Trauma seen -n Objective BCS 6/9 EENT: OU-mild periocular alopecia; AU-mild to moderate inflammation, lichenification, alopecia and scabbing over pinna AS Oral Exam:mm pk/pigmented, moist; limited oral exam due to muzzle, rostral teeth appear mild to moderately stained with mild tartar PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: female intact, nipples enlarged, no palpable MGT MSI: Ambulatory x 4, callous over elbows and ischial wings bilaterally; mild to moderate dermatitis along paws, abdomen and perivulvular CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal:grossly normal Assessment 1. Dermatitis 2. Otitis externa Prognosis:good Plan: -simplicef 300 mg PO SID x 10 days -recommend claro AU when sedated for spay SURGERY: Okay for surgery 5-Mar-2018 LVT Intake BARH scan negative female intact allowed handling 4 yrs old reported mild tartar ear infection dermatitis/scabs on ears, elbows, hocks, hips clean coat BCS 6/9 NOSF PLEASE MESSAGE US FOR INQUIRIES AND FOR ASSISTANCE. PEOPLE WHO WANT TO FOSTER A DOG, PLEASE PM US SO WE CAN PRE-SCREEN YOU IF YOU QUALIFY AS A FOSTER. ADOPTERS WHO CAN GO TO THE ACC IN PERSON, CAN CONTACT THE ACC DIRECTLY., THOSE WHO NEED HELP WITH TRANSPORT, OR CANNOT GO TO THE ACC IN PERSON, PLEASE PM US FOR ASSISTANCE. KEEP IN MIND THAT NEW HOPE RESCUES WILL ADOPT DOGS ONLY TO NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME, AND NORTHERN VA. BEYOND THESE STATES, YOU MUST GO TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON TO ADOPT. We are not the ACC, and we did not make these rules. We only help these dogs get seen and help people to save them. If you would like to foster or adopt a NYC ACC dog, and can get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process, you can contact the shelter directly. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) If you cannot get to the shelter in person, but you live in NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA, please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a NYC ACC dog. Shelter contact information: Phone number (212) 788-4000 (automated only) Email [email protected] Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309

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city-writes · 7 years ago

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a touch of silk

“Durbe? What’s behind your back?”

“Thomas took me to a… a shop, and convinced me to buy something that…” Despite his attempt to stay steady and collected, Durbe could feel the heat rising into his face. “That made me think of you when I saw it.”

Warnings: several years post canon (characters are in their early 20s); based on an RP timeline; brief mentions of a HolyIce child; light non-explicit nsfw

Pairings: Rio/Durbe (Holyiceshipping); implied Ryoga/Thomas (Disqualifyshipping)

this is absolute self indulgence i am so sorry

“How was your day with Thomas?” Rio asked aloud when she heard hers and Durbe’s bedroom door opening, only looking over her shoulder once she’d put the last of her clothes away. “Kotori and I didn’t see either you while we were at the mall.”

“Spying on us?” Durbe questioned, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It was merely coincidence that I was going out the same day you had your day with Thomas.” Pink eyes convienently avoided meeting Durbe’s gaze then, mischievousness radiating from her. “You can’t prove otherwise.”

A laugh left the barian knight then, and he was tempted to step forward so he could greet her properly with a hug as she continued talking, but the handle of the paper bag he held behind his back with one hand stopped him. While its contents were somewhat light, their implications were very heavy, and just thinking about them were enough to start a blush growing along his cheeks. His eyes lowered to the floor as he mentally replayed that part of his trip with Thomas, his blush only growing darker and darker.

“–so Kotori’s killing two birds with one stone by offering to take Calem to the park with her and Yuma, and… Durbe?”

Durbe’s train of thought snapped back to attention at hearing Rio say his name questioningly, their eyes meeting for a moment before he looked away. Maybe, he thought to himself, he could put the bag away before she–

“What’s behind your back?”

…noticed.

Mentally steadying himself, Durbe inhaled, then exhaled slowly, thinking about how to word what he wanted to say.

“Thomas took me to a… a shop, and convinced me to buy something that…" Despite his attempt to stay steady and collected, Durbe could feel the heat rising into his face. “That made me think of you when I saw it.

His words - or perhaps his currently flustered state - had clearly gotten Rio’s attention, a brow arching slightly as he piqued her curiosity. “Oh?” She took a couple steps towards him, a gentle hand cupping one of his reddened cheeks. “What was it?”

Well, there was no turning back now. Inhaling sharply, Durbe revealed the bag from behind his back, handing her the paper bag. On the front of it was the name of the store he’d gotten the it from, the glittery purple ink of the store’s logo starkly contrasting the dull brown of the bag.

Rio’s hand left Durbe’s cheek, holding the bag in front of her, looking at the logo on front questioningly. Her eyes widened slightly after a couple of moments, before looking back up to Durbe.

“Thomas took you to a sex shop?”

Oh great, Rio knew the store. How mortifying. What little composure Durbe had began to crumble out of embarrassment, but before he could get a word out, Rio spoke again.

“What did you, of all people, see at a sex shop that made you want to buy it?” Not simply want to buy it, Rio reminded herself, he wanted to buy it because it made him think of her.

She knew Durbe wasn’t one to act on his desires when it came to anything sexual - if anything the majority of the times they’d had sex were all initiated by her, not him, and she never pushed him into something he didn’t want to do. She figured it had something to do with his code of morals and having been hers and Ryoga’s knight in their previous lives, but they’d been together for several years now, and she’d been wanting him to be more confident and initiative and open about his desires, as opposed to resigning himself to hers. Perhaps this was the start of that?

Durbe was stuttering away, trying to form some type of explanation or excuse or apology that Rio wanted no part of, and she reached inside the bag, pulling out a soft, silken sash, shaded a light blue that was similar to the color of her bangs. If she hadn’t already known what could be done with this, the tag at the end of the sash would have been a bit more blunt: ‘Beginner’s Light Bondage’.

Rio looked back to Durbe then, the excitement that had been starting to rise within her dampening slightly as she noticed he was visibly tense, looking almost ashamed. She smiled, cupping his cheek with the same hand she was holding the sash with and kissing him gently, feeling him relax under her touch. “You’re fine, okay?” she murmured against his lips, her thumb rubbing small circles against his cheek, “I’m just surprised you even stepped foot into this shop.”

While his tension melted away, the frazzled expression and embarrassment-flushed cheeks stayed stubbornly put, much like the man they belonged to. “He had to practically shove me inside. He wouldn’t let me leave until I’d at least walked through a couple of the aisles.” Durbe’s cheeks reddened further, and Rio silently compared him to a tomato. “He was even familiar with the clerk on some level, because they asked him if I was someone he was providing ‘fanservice’ for?”

Rio had to bite her lip to hold back a laugh, wondering how that conversation must have played out, though a small part of her was appalled that some stranger had the gall to suggest her knight planned on sleeping with someone else. “Well,” she began, briefly pecking Durbe’s lips before pulling away to admire the silk sash, “I’m flattered you thought of me when you saw this.” Her tone was coy and playful, and she toyed with the sash in her fingers. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind showing me specifically what you’d had in mind when you saw it~?”

Durbe’s jaw went a little slack at that, but he quickly regained himself as best as he could, before nodding. Rio grinned, and was about to put the bag on their dresser to grab his hand, when she realized the bag was still had some weight to it.

“… What else is in here?”

A look of confusion graced Durbe’s face for a good half-second before his embarrassment was back full force, his gaze no longer allowing itself to meet Rio’s. “Thomas… suggested other things to go along with what I saw. I told him no, I didn’t want to get many things from a store like that, that it was inappropriate. But he bought them anyway, saying they were for himself, only to shove them on me when he left.”

Rio listened carefully, wondering what Thomas could have suggested to Durbe. Letting the sash hang from her arm, she reached into the bag once more, to see several other items: massage oil, a blindfold, a package of flavored condoms (when Rio noticed those, Durbe spluttered all sorts of apologies, only to be silenced when Rio admitted interest in trying a cherry flavored one), handcuffs, and a bottle of lube that supposedly warmed when it was applied.

When Rio looked back up at Durbe after perusing through the bag, his flustered attempts at segmenting some sort of apology began again, and the Barian Princess couldn’t help but laugh gently. “It’s alright,” she murmured, placing the bag on their dresser. “Thomas probably meant well, he’s just not very reserved when it comes to these kinds of things.” And on the off chance this was some sort of tease at Durbe, Rio had a trick or two up her sleeve to mess with the middle Arclight through her twin.

Someone who didn’t know Durbe nearly as well would have missed the brief tug downwards on the edge of his lips, the muted look of shame - one different from embarrassment. When he got like this, Rio knew, he was silently degrading himself.

“Durbe,” Rio’s tone was soft now, both her hands gently cupping his face, letting her thumbs stroke his cheeks. “Talk to me.”

Gray eyes looked down, avoiding pink. Durbe exhaled slowly and was silent for a couple seconds more before speaking. “… I’m sorry. You deserve someone more uninhibited, like how Thomas is, about all this.”

Rio resisted the urge to sigh, not wanting her partner to assume she was getting fed up with him. “Durbe, there’s no need to apologize.” One of her hands moved from his cheek down to a shoulder, the other hand stayed put at his cheek, tilting Durbe’s chin up the slightest bit as a silent ask to look at her. Durbe easily complied, and Rio was quick to notice that muted shame all over again.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, not now, not ever. Not when it comes to this. Just because you’re not as…” She paused to think of the right word, and her lower lip jutted out slightly in a small pout as she thought, causing Durbe to chuckle softly and soften his expression into a smile. “…out there when it comes to the intimate side of our relationship as Ryoga and Thomas like to be, isn’t a bad thing.”

Rio shifted, her arms gently wrapping around Durbe, her head resting against a shoulder. “I’m happy with you because it’s you. Sex isn’t the end-all/be-all of a relationship. You could say you’re not comfortable with sex at all and it wouldn’t change a thing about my feelings towards you. If anything, I’d be worried I’d pressured you into sex.”

At that, Durbe’s eyes widened somewhat in shock, and he shook his head. “N-No, you’re not pressuring me! I–…” He stammered a bit, Rio pulling back just enough to look and see his face returning to its reddened color. “I-I like when we… um…”

It was Rio’s turn to chuckle then, a smile tugging at her lips as she leaned in to kiss Durbe’s cheek. She could, however, feel from the tone of his voice that there was a ‘but’ coming on.

“But…”

There it was.

“…I just don’t want to step out of place and cross any boundary I shouldn’t. It’s not that I have no desire to be… intimate with you, it’s quite the opposite.“ His gaze what everywhere but on her at that last sentence, desperately trying to find something interesting to focus on so he didn’t have to further embarrass himself. “The kingdom I’d grown up in as a child was alot more conservative about such matters as opposed to yours and Ryoga’s kingdom. Even back in our first lives, Ryoga would jokingly tease me. But it’s not that I don’t know what I want, I just… I don’t want to ever feel like… like I’m pressuring you.”

Rio took a moment to process Durbe’s words, looking at him a little incredulously. There… there was a bit to unwrap with that, starting with that ‘step out of place’ comment he’d made. They’d been living on Earth for years now, but there were times when Durbe would still revert himself to that knight-royalty mentality, and not see himself as the twins’ equal, much to their chagrin. It was alot worse when they’d started living on Earth, and it was the main thing that had been holding Durbe back from acting on his feelings for her before they’d gotten together. Rio’d thought that he’d finally gotten past that mentality after they’d began dating, but every now and then it would rear its head again. As much as she and Ryoga didn’t like it, they understood why he seemed perpetually stuck in this mindset. After all, he’d spent 2 lifetimes as their knight, one of those lifetimes spanning thousands of years.

“Durbe, I promise you, if there was any chance you would come close to overstepping my personal boundaries, I would tell you immediately. But you and I? We’re in this together, as equals, we have been, for years. And I know you. I trust you. You’re so considerate. There’s no boundary I have that you would knowingly and deliberately pass.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, the sash sliding back to her shoulder as she did, and she placed another kiss to his cheek. “You’re a good man, Durbe. Its part of why I love you. I promise, you wouldn’t be pressuring me into anything. I’d let you know if I was uncomfortable, or unwilling.”

There was silence between them momentarily, before Rio felt Durbe’s arms gently embrace her, pulling her a little closer to him. She gave a small hum of contentment as she soaked in his warmth, relaxing fully as they were.

Durbe placed a kiss to Rio’s temple, smiling gently as he rested his head against hers. “I love you too.” He found his gaze drawn back to the sash as it hung from her upper arm, and shifted slightly to where he could toy with the sash with one of his hands. “Thank you, for being patient with me.”

“You’d do the same for me.” He heard her murmur, not seeing the spark of amusement that lit up her eyes as she watched him toy with the sash from the corner of her gaze.

With a sigh, Rio gently pulled out of Durbe’s embrace, fluidly enough so that the silken sash slid off her upper arm into Durbe’s hand. “I should go downstairs, make sure I didn’t leave any shopping bags.” With that, she turned to leave their bedroom, only stopping once she heard Durbe’s voice.

“…Wait.”

Rio stopped under the doorway, turning partially to face him with an arched brow. Durbe looked down at the sash before meeting her gaze. She could see Durbe swallow and struggle to fight the color that was slowly returning to his face. “Would… Would you still be willing to show you what I had in mind when I saw this?”

A coy grin broke out on Rio’s lips as she shifted to face Durbe, reaching out behind her to close the door and lock it behind her before walking back to Durbe. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

#zexal #holyiceshipping #rio kamishiro #durbe #krys writes #i rushed the ending because i wanted this out by valentines day so forgive me #this had been sitting in my drafts for months; slowly getting worked on bit by bit #i cant help but feel i ruin durbe's character tho #not just here but in pretty much anything i write for him in. even rp #rip me i guess #zexal fic

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teachersofbeestonls11 · 4 years ago

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Background Story - Nursery years and “Big School”

So firstly to give you some background to the author.

I was born Jonathan Lee Hart September 21st 1982 at Hyde Terrace Hospital, The Eldest of 2 children on my Mothers side and Third born of 11 on my Fathers. Both my parents lived in Beeston. I was raised at 3 Cardinal Square on the council estate where I lived initially with My Mother, Grandad and Grandma and 2 of my Aunts who then moved out in my early primary years as they went about their adult lives. My family have lived on Cardinal Square since the day the houses were first to complete, something which is true in the case of both grandparents I grew up with, My grandfather Les lived on the “Little Square” just 5 doors down from where he then made his Marital home with Hetty, who grew up at 105 Cardinal Square with her parents, one of my earliest memories is going up the street with her to see my great-grandma Young every now and then, in later years my Aunt Janet moved into 103 and My mother Carol still lives at number 3 to this very day, where she previously grew up with her Brother Ronnie and her sisters Susan, Janet, Diane and Linda. Janet still also works in the area at Cardinal Court just behind where she grew up. My Grandfather on my Dads side also spent his final years on the neighbouring streets following his retirement from the city centre pub trade.

I spent much of my early working life in the area, from evenings on the phone at Weatherlite Windows, Abbseal and then later Royal Mail at Holbeck Delivery office, I can still be seen in the area usually playing the guitar at one of the local pubs or clubs with The Mercs many times a year when we are not in the midst of a Global Pandemic. Beeston is in my blood.

My closest friends from the street the Richmond, Giles and Naismith families go back 3 generations, our parents and grandparents were friends since childhood, the estate has been called a few names over the years but in my history growing up it was a close-knit area, many friends from there I have kept to this day, it made me who I am and I would not have changed that for anything.

This page is more focused on my memories of school days, less so on individual pupils but more the type of education we got and the teachers we encountered, I hope when complete others can contribute theirs from their times, most prominently on the teachers at the schools who helped to shape the lives we now live and the ways we learnt and types of lessons.

Tied into this also will be the local clubs I got to take part in and the many great volunteers who gave up their time for us in and out of school, So let’s get cracking and go to Beeston Primary School Nursery. Starting with Key Stage one for today's episode, one thing I am short on is photos of the days, I am in the process of tracking them down and then will update the page as I get them to hopefully create a bit of an archive, the idea of this is to recognise the efforts of the teachers and people in the area who invested the time in ourselves our education but also to allow our future generations to have an idea of how school life has changed so much in a few decades.

If people want to send photos to add to the page from the time feel free to put them in the comments or drop me a Facebook message with them.

Nursery

As far as nursery goes from memory it felt like one day I was spending days watching tv, going out on the Cardinal Field or playing with my pals round at the twins Duane and Danny’s house, then suddenly I was told “you’re off to nursery tomorrow” by my mother, so off I went, I remember first seeing the building, much of which has remained the same to this day with its dark brick oblongs with the white frames and fascias, I used to come up past the old Convent of The Most Holy Cross and Passion on Town Street, where you could see the building in the distance then we would go up the winding path by the terminus to the nursery. In those days we used to be scared of the Nuns as some of them almost had a ghostly appearance but in later life whenever we said a good morning to them they were always found to be most polite.

At this point that was the only “Hut” at the school, the portakabins were still to be dropped in. Of course, the first job of the day was getting your pumps on duly brought in our pump bags, I had the same one all through primary school hand made by my Aunty Diane. We were taught by Miss Holgate and Mrs Allen, Miss Holgate had a patient calm and welcoming manner, at nursery I don’t think I ever had a day when I didn’t want to bound in and look forward to it.

Miss Holgate was one for engaging the group in creative activities, most of which used to involve those old little white gluesticks and pots of glitter, or plenty of scribbling with crayons, Mrs Allen's forte was in storytelling, she was at both that school then Hugh Gaitskell all through my primary years, she had a preference for dressing in trouser suit/waistcoat combos when at Beeston Primary, with her short cut and tinted glasses, we must have been one of her early classes before she moved into single class teaching. She could be calm and soft-spoken with a slight depth to her voice but did not take any nonsense and the tone she used if there was any made that clear to not go too far.

Playtimes were spent between us all either trying to cram ourselves into the little wendy house in the playground, throwing coits on to poles, playing with the rocking horse or other similar toys or trying to get first dibs on an old fashioned metal tricycle so we could dash around doing circles of the yard, it was much faster than all the other plastic bikes and push cars and made you feel a bit more grown-up. The days were always finished off with a little story on the carpet and it was just a really enjoyable introduction to school life.

The one-story I remember in particular then we were read a few times was "Funnybones" with the opening line of “in a dark dark house on a dark dark night” Mrs Allen did a great interpretation of it. Some of my longest and oldest friends were in this class including Ben Woodburn, Shayn Thomas and Phil Mitchell, we all grew up on the Cardinals and Waincliffes and in Ben and Phil's case spent our entire school years in the same schools. Some of the other kids locally would go to the nursery in Cottingley at that time, who would then come and join us for “Big school”.

Beeston Primary Reception Class 0W / RW

For my introduction to mainstream schooling reception I was taught by the then Miss Harriet Wood (later to be Mrs Ansell-Wood), she was a fantastic teacher, she had a very calming presence, Tall with a blonde bob, a smile for everyone and welcoming manner about her, in later life she also then moved on to what became Hugh Gaitskell primary after the middle schools were abolished in the area, in what has become a recurring theme over the years some of my friends who came from different parts of Yorkshire, and even Europe became work colleagues with her in their early teaching days and every one of them has nothing but kind words to speak of her.

One particular time I was falsely accused of filling a crisp packet full of water and throwing it on my older mate Duane's head, a likely story indeed I wouldn’t even know how to do that back then, despite being an unproven allegation I was taken inside for a dressing down, At first I was just defensive and angry in my reaction to the point of being hysterical due to knowing I'd not done this. I remember Miss Wood did a marvellous job of calmly settling me back down, giving a reassuring hand until I could explain myself and all was forgiven. Kindness and understanding always live long in the memory.

We would work our way through the colours and levels of our maths books, learning to read via the Collins “one two three and away” books, learning about the Village with 3 corners and its inhabitants Roger Red Hat, Billy Blue hat and Jonathan and Jennifer Yellow Hat (The first Hart to Hart reference in this series).

We learnt to put words and sentences together using “Letra sets” that were in giant binders and looking back on it reminded me a bit like a more word-based version of having your scrabble letters out but filling in the words!

We would go to the main hall and take part in “music and movement” which involved sort of classical piece from the sound system playing while we would attempt various shapes or swop from hopping to trotting, skipping or other such movements to the soundtrack. With a few games of musical statues thrown in at the end for good measure!

If we did PE then the old blue mats would be brought out for doing little forward rolls and the old balance beams with the hooks on and various other bits of apparatus would appear, all the time this was carried out barefoot which in winter was freezing as well as being very sore on your feet and not so fun a landing if you took a wrong step.

On my little table, I was sat with Richard Leach (who met his wife at the school who are happily together to this day), Matthew Jeffers, James Ratcliffe, Sophie Grant and Stephen Hullock.

Stephens grandfather was the school caretaker for many years, there were a lot of days you would see him when we were out in the playground, he would be on the roof of the school retrieving various footballs and items that had been dispatched to the roof the night before by the kids from the Heathcroft estate during their football games or whatever other antics they chose to partake in, he would be greeted by a cheer as some of the balls were thrown back down into the playground. Talking of which Ste’s Grandfather on his dads' side was none other than Leeds United legend Jimmy Dunn, his other grandkids also went to our school and you can find his name on Bremner Square at the ground, check it out and if he is a player from before your time read him up and learn about his career he was a top player.

From those days to I can still visually picture how we all looked and were, the top music star of the time was Michael Jackson and Shayn Thomas is always shocked to remember that when I can still picture that he used to have his “thriller” T-Shirt on at school (no uniform at BPS in those days we could wear what we wanted).

The year group was based at the back end of the school that faces the Heathcroft Estate, the classrooms would usually have one wall separating them at the side with a large curtain at the end of each classroom being our way in and out which would then be closed for privacy at reading times our more “creative” play and lessons took place in what was known as the “Wet Area” where we would be able to get up to the more messy types of play, such as sandpits and making Papier Mache items by sticking bits of old newspaper to balloons, the area was overseen by Miss Barker (she still had her maiden name then) who also had the job of patching us up if we fell in the playground complete with that yellow spray that used to sting like mad and leave you smelling like TCP. Miss Barker always had a bit of glam and somehow managed to work in the messiest part of school yet always be dressed immaculately and still end the day still resembling Joan Collins.

The neighbouring class was Mr Johnson's class (later to be the Husband of the aforementioned Miss Barker). Mr Johnson was a big part of the school for many years, he had a great positive influence on many of us growing up, he was keen on his sport and football which i will go into more in later chapters, in his younger days, he had a moustache to rival Nigel Mansell but a lot more hair on top, at playtimes our year group had the little playground facing down towards the hill where we would run around playing “What time is it Mr Wolf” or trying to do the hops skips and jumps on the painted sections on the playground floor, recreate our favourite superheroes by buttoning our coats into capes battling whichever poor soul was nominated to be the baddie. It was also in this playground where I first found out about one of my lifelong passions, before then I only knew of Everton and Liverpool as football teams (I was only 4 years old so only ever saw the cup final up to then, which you may recall was played out by those two teams in 1986), we always saw the old gigantic floodlights and stadium down the hill, you couldn’t miss them, then one day in the distance I noticed some men were running up and down Fullerton Park in white tops, when it was still the training ground, I asked Mr Johnson who was on Duty, in his normal attire of polo shirt and jeans with this white winter coat and coffee in hand, “what's that down there sir” to which he then told me it was a football team called Leeds United, I asked him if they played Liverpool but he said they played in division two, so I credit him with the introduction as from there I looked out for them on the local news or tv when football was mentioned and along with the encouragement of my neighbours from the Wales family i was set to be a fan for life. Nice one sir!

This fact was also further made clear to us throughout the years by Mrs Robinson, one of the teachers who lived locally, she was a class teacher of many of my friends over the years and occasionally took the odd lesson of mine, she was notably famous in school for having an array of Leeds United artefacts both in her car and in the classroom, she would also wear the Leeds Hats or Scarves if on duty in winter, She also had a fondness for collecting items relating to Owls, another symbol of the city, she had a great rapport with all the students in the school and was seen as being very cool, in those days everyone at school still supported Leeds and any other team was out of the question, much like it hopefully will again in this new rebirth we are seeing at the moment.

Going back to the “wet area” this is also where the younger year groups would be served lunch as we had our first experience of “school dinners” the dinners at BPS were generally very good, the kitchen led by Mrs Willens and her team, which at then included Mrs Slight (who I now know as Gill, my classmate Amy’s mum and a good friend of my family Sunday afternoon pub trips and Darts and Dominoes) who later also then became a lunchtime supervisor.

We were served dinners on giant plastic trays that were split into segments, one for the main meal, one for your drink and biscuit (the second one after the then customary little bottle of milk in the morning part of the day) and one for the dessert or pudding as we say in LS11.

I used to love the puddings, Jam sponge or Chocolate Cake, always followed with a generous ladle of custard served from giant metal urns, and the top one which was the Lemon Meringue, which was like a new world to me in terms of food but I loved it, however, I was never as fussy about the main meal, which would get me into trouble from time to time, This is how we would also first encounter the famous Lunchtime Supervisor Miss Mary and her cohorts which at this point in time included Mrs Preston and Mrs Shipman (whose son Damian was also in my class) .

Once we had all dutifully lined up to get our dinners and then take them back to our places, in what became commonplace at the school the dinner ladies would circle the tables armed with their dishcloths, in between wiping up they would be checking first to make sure that no one was misbehaving or throwing food around, but their key function at that time seemed to be to ensure that we all ate properly or as much as possible, once we had reached however far we could manage with our main we would have to sit with our hands up and then ask their permission to “turn round” aka “I've had enough of that can I have my dessert please” in our inner thinking. t was at their discretion if we were permitted to do this unless you had eaten all the lot which meant you could turn round anyway.

One of these particular times had a lasting impression on my food habits for many years. Pizza was on the menu, I'd never had it before, didn’t like the look, smell or taste of it (nothing like the ones you get in a shop) I couldn’t face it. Asked to turn round, Mrs Preston with her dark bob and circular glasses was not having any of it, neither was I, so 15 minutes later I was still sat there, in tears being told I could not leave my seat until I ate it, everyone else was in the playground by this time, it was a battle of wits and in the end, I was defeated and had to sit there and eat every mouthful of it until it was gone, at which point I was done in, had my pudding then got to join my friends for about 5 minutes before we had to go back in, red-faced puffy-eyed, it must have had a lasting effect, it was noted in future by my parents that I didn't like pizza and it put me off eating it until my mid-20s, it goes to show that some of Sigmund Freud's theories definitely hold some gravitas!

Although that encounter with her was a bit more traumatic, Mrs Preston was only doing what all the dinner ladies then would do, a few friends have told me they had similar encounters with the other dinner ladies with the foods they were not keen on, they were trying to ensure we eat and try different foods, she never held it against me as the rest of the time she was always a very approachable and had a neighbourly manner about her, she has been a stalwart and mainstay of the school for decades and moved into working in the school offices in later years. She has given decades of her life to that school and is to be applauded.

A true servant to the school on every level.

#beeston leeds cardinals schooldays LS11 memories

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unicornsandwich23 · 7 years ago

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RFA+ Saeran minus Jaehee MC was abused. (TRIGGER WARNING.)

I’m not uncomfortable, it’s fine. I apologize for this taking so long. Though it doesn’t make me uncomfortable, it was a bit close to home for me. If this comes off as a bit awkward or too.... Personal? I’m very sorry and feel free to criticize me. I may have gotten a bit emotional... And personal. I’m very sorry if that bothers you or anyone else. I’m also very sorry that I left Jaehee out. I was having a bit of trouble with this and it became overwhelming. (However, I have something similar wrote with her Here!)

I’m just sorry in general if this is shit. Lol

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of various forms of abuse below.

Yoosung:

You were going through some old family photos with Yoosung.

He noticed that a few times you would cringe at certain pictures or your eyes would take on this dark, lifeless look for a second.

All of the photos that gave you this reaction seemed to have been around the same time period as well.

Yoosung honestly couldn’t help asking about it after the forth time of seeing you react this way.

“MC.... Did something bad happen around this time?”

You tensed when Yoosung pointed to the picture of you in your favorite shirt that you had just placed back on the ground.

You stared at the picture as if you were in some sort of trance for a moment until Yoosung softly called your name and you jolted back to attention. “O-oh... Well, you could say that...”

You gently ran your fingertips down the image, lingering on the shirt you were wearing. “This picture was taken on a trip with my aunt and uncle. It was the last time I ever got to see them... For a while.”

“Why is that...?” You could tell that Yoosung was being very careful with his words as if he were trying not to upset you.

“These... People I was staying with weren’t exactly the nicest, I guess you could say. It may seem... Stupid to most..”

Yoosung quickly spoke up when you said this. “Don’t say that, MC... You can tell me. I don’t think you are stupid...”

His words made tears well up in your eyes and you smiled painfully, your face scrunching up slightly.

“Heh... R-right. Well, they didn’t really... Abuse me, I guess you could say. Just small things, like bullies... If I really liked a shirt, they would take it. They threw some of my favorite toys out the window. Whenever we would eat, they would make me eat things just because they knew I hated them.”

“I wasn’t allowed on the furniture because I was ‘dirty’ so they would make me sit on the floor if I was lucky.... Most times I would have to stand in the corner for the entire day... When it came time to sleep, if I didn’t fall asleep fast enough they would make me stand until I was exhausted... I wasn’t even allowed to go to the bathroom on my own... I.... Heh...”

Yoosung grabbed your arm and your eyes widened at the realization that your nails had been digging into the photo and your cheeks were covered in tears.

You slowly turned to him, a look of utter shock on your face before you felt yourself shatter.

You let out a strange, whining sob before throwing your arms around him, clinging on to him.

Yoosung instantly put his arms around you as well and you could have swore you felt tears dripping onto your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid b-but I-“

Yoosung cut your words off by squeezing you tighter. “It’s not, MC. I p-promise it’s not. I know it’s not... Normal abuse but... That doesn’t make what they did to you okay and... It doesn’t make your pain any less valid...”

Another whine broke out and you hugged him tighter, shaking with sobs as you cried into his shoulder.

You wondered if he knew how much those words meant to you.

You wondered if he knew that those words were the words you had wanted so badly to hear that you couldn’t stand it.

No matter how many times you said it was stupid, all you wanted to hear was that the pain you felt from the experience was still valid.

Yoosung rubbed your back, softly crying with you while still trying to calm you down.

After you were stable enough to get up, Yoosung held you close to his side while walking you over to the bed, the photos behind you long forgotten.

He held you especially close that night, stroking your hair and whispering soft words of love until you fell asleep.

Zen:

You were walking though the shop with Zen, hand in hand and giggling.

Just as you turned the corner, you completely froze, almost ripping Zens arm off when you pulled him back behind the shelf.

It was clear that Zen was confused but you were too panicked to notice.

You tried your best to play it off as normal and point at a drink you liked but Zen wasn’t fooled.

He saw the way your hand was trembling slightly and your voice was cracked.

He could feel how cold your skin was under his touch.

While you continued playing it off, Zen peaked around the corner you two had just tried going around.

The only person he saw was a older, slightly overweight man standing and looking over some hot food items.

He looked oddly familiar though Zen couldn’t exactly pinpoint where he had seen him or why some of his features were so familiar.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when you pulled on his arm, panic clear on your face.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Your voice sounded even weaker than before and it was clear to Zen that you were on the verge of tears.

“Babe, tell me what’s wrong.” Zen spoke softly, gently grabbing your shoulders and looking into your eyes with concern.

The question had shaken you up a small bit and took away all the words you could have said.

Instead of speaking, you simply pulled him towards the exit.

Right before you reached the area where the shelf would no longer hide you from view, you pulled him a bit closer and tucked yourself under his arm.

More tears welled up in your eyes as you rushed out of the shop with Zen close by. You simply pointed at his bike with a pleading expression once you were outside.

You didn’t want to risk anyone hearing you and you definitely didn't want to risk running into him.

Zen seemed to take the hint and the two of you rode home on his bike in silence.

Once you arrived, you went straight to the bedroom to lay down and calm your heartbeat and prepare yourself.

The tears that you had been holding back this whole time came forth in waves and you covered your mouth to stifle a sob.

Zen rushed in at the sound with a bottle of water in his hand, clearly very worried about you.

This reminded you of the reason why you had stopped by the shop in the first place. To pick up some drinks after a long day of work.

You completely forgotten about this fact and felt even worse about the whole ordeal.

He placed the water bottle on the bedside table and sat down next to you, pulling you against him. “You can talk now, babe. If you want to.”

You nodded your head, reminding yourself that you were in a safe place before speaking. “That person you saw.... That was my dad.”

Suddenly, the reason why some of the mans features had seemed so familiar to him clicked. Not only had he come across a picture of this man in his younger days on your shelf, but you also resembled him in a lot of ways.

Zen nodded his head before gently encouraging you to continue.

“He... When I was younger, well... He wasn’t very happy. He was for a really long time, honestly, but sooner or later he just.... Snapped.... H-he was so sad and angry and lonely and he decided that... Taking it out on me was what he needed and... H-he would....”

You choked on your words and warm tears fell down your cheeks at the memories.

The pain and suffering you had to go through by the hands of the one man who was supposed to fucking protect you.

The hurt and distrust you had built up around you because of him when it was supposed to be his job to teach you how a man should treat you.

You felt yourself being pressed into Zens chest as he gently stroked your hair. “Shhh... There, there.... I’m here...”

His words should have brought you comfort but it only made you cry harder at just how gentle and kind he was being.

You practically curled up into his lap, desperately clinging to him and the love he showed you. “I-I love you..... S-so much....”

Each word was broken up by sobs and Zen hummed in response, rocking you gently as he spoke. “I love you, too. Don’t be scared. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

The words made your chest tighten. Normally Zens overprotective nature was a bit smothering but in this moment it was exactly what you needed.

No matter how strong you were, you had always secretly wished that someone, ANYONE would protect you.

You wanted more than anything for someone to save you and tell you that things would be alright. That no one would be able to hurt you again.

You cried yourself to sleep in his arms, your hands still lightly grasping at his clothing.

Zen stared down at your form in his arms as he gently stroked your hair.

“I promise.... That no one will ever hurt you like that again, MC. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Jumin:

You pulled in a deep breathe to calm your nerves as you looked up at your old family home.

It was the holidays.

The time where your family would get together and silently judge each other for what they were wearing or what they were doing with their life.

You squirmed awkwardly in the dress Jumin had picked for you.

You had tried to pick what your family might have liked but Jumin just wasn’t having it and made sure you picked something you would actually like and feel comfortable in.

It was a sweet gesture but it also ate away at your anxiety of seeing them all again, not to mention that your hair had recently been redyed, which you knew your grandmother hated.

Walking up, you were first greeted by the woman herself outside smoking. “Well, hi there, stranger.” She said in a high, somewhat sweet and sarcastic voice as she walked up to hug you.

You smiled, hugging her back and taking a small bit of comfort in her embrace.

She was mean and sometimes borderline cruel to you but you couldn’t help the small bit of love you still felt for the woman that raised you when your own parents left.

“Hi, Granny. It’s nice to see you.” You smiled nervously before gesturing to Jumin. “This is my husband, Jumin. I’m sure you remember me mentioning that he would be coming along.”

Your grandmother smiled at him kindly, shaking his hand in a friendly matter as she introduced herself.

“Why haven’t you come out to see us in a while?” Your heart dropped at the words. You knew exactly where this was headed.

“Oh, well, you know. Life gets kinda busy sometimes.” You push a friendly smile on to your face as you spoke.

“Yeah, I guess. Just like your brother and dad getting busy.” You could hear the sharpness in her tone and cringed, feeling that old sense of guilt build up in your chest.

You weren’t like them. You loved your family, you did. No matter what they said you swore you loved them.

“I.... Oh, ya know...” You couldn’t think of much else to say on the matter, looking down at the ground and fidgeting nervously.

“Yeah, I know.” You felt the bitterness seeping from her tone. “So, what’d you do with your hair?” She pointed to the unnatural color with thinly vailed annoyance.

“O-oh, yeah! I just got it dyed again! I really do love this color.” You smiled brightly to push down any feelings of sadness from her clear displeasure.

“Well, honey, I’m sure you think it is but you know God made your hair the way He wanted it.” Her voice was sweet but her words still hurt a bit. You knew she didn’t like it. She hadn’t since you first started doing it.

However, you continued to smile, unable to really argue with her. “I’m sorry, Granny. I guess it really isn’t the best color.” She nodded in agreement, taking a long drag of her cigarette before she continued speaking.

“Well, nothing you can do about it now.” Her eyes traveled down your dress in a look of judgement, but she didn’t say anything else. “So how about your uncle and my sister?”

You froze at her words, fidgeting once more. You knew exactly why they didn’t come. They could feel the judgement in the same way you did but it wasn’t as if you could say that.

“Oh, I haven’t talked to them much lately. I’m not really sure why they didn’t come.” You shrugged awkwardly, looking off to the side.

“Well, I wish they would. They should know that they are always welcomed.” You nodded with a smile, trying your best not to be upset.

She had this way of always saying harsh things in a sweet tone and nice things in a cruel, spiteful tone.

“W-Well, we better get in there!” You cheered, grabbing Jumins hand and pulling him along. “Yeah, you should. Everyone has really missed you, ya know?”

You smiled, nodding your head in understanding before walking into the household, trying your best to suppress the guilt.

You awkwardly passed through the full living room into the kitchen where your more close family resided.

The rest of the evening you tried your best to smile and spend time with a family you had never felt close to. You didn’t have things in common with them and their cruel talk made you uncomfortable the whole time.

Finally, after a while, Jumin pulled you outside to speak to you. “Love, are you alright? You’ve been acting very strange.”

You cringed at his words, looking down at your feet. You really were the problem.

You loved your family but sometimes you just didn’t know how to spend time with them. “N-nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.” You smiled up at him but it was so obviously strained.

He sighed, cupping your face in his hands gently. “You don’t have to pretend like you are okay. You’ve looked like you were on the verge of tears most of the evening.”

Your face crumbled a bit at his words and you were about to speak until you heard the front door open. You spun around just in time to see your grandmother once more.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” She asked, lighting up a cigarette as she sat in one of the chairs. “Oh, nothing really. Just talking.” You smiled awkwardly, tugging at your hair.

“Well, you do know you can talk inside, too. You always were like this, ever since you were a kid.” You looked off to the side, shrugging awkwardly. You just... Didn’t fit in with them.

Your grandmother sighed when you didn’t respond, taking another drag before exhaling and resting her hand in her chin. “You know, your aunt said she liked your dress.”

“R-really?” Your eyes instantly sparkled and you smiled brightly, looking up at her. Your heart dropped with you saw her face scrunched up in displeasure. “Yeah, well, she doesn’t have that good a taste.”

“O-oh....” You looked back down, kicking yourself mentality for getting so excited over nothing.

“I think her dress is lovely as well.” You actually finch when Jumin speaks up and you look over at him, speechless.

“Well, that’s nice.” You could tell she didn’t like what he said and that she wasn’t going to let it go. “I just think she should worry more about her hair than the cloths she wears. You know all your hairs gonna fall out if you keep doing that to it.”

You sighed, feeling defeated by her words. You loved her so much and that was why each word she spoke hurt so badly. “I guess so.”

Without warning, Jumin took your hand in his, pulling you along. “We were actually about to leave. We have other events to attend to.”

“You’re leaving already?” You stopped in your tracks, pulling your hand from Jumins before walking back over to her. “Yeah, sorry...”

“Well, alright than. It’d be nice if you came out to see me more often.” She pulled you into a hug and you nuzzled into her, hugging back tightly. “Right! I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Her tone of voice made you feel so guilty for saying goodbye. “Are you gonna say bye to everyone else?”

“Oh! Of course!” Before Jumin could even stop you, you had turned to run back into the house to say your goodbyes.

Once back in the car, you slumped against your seat, tugging on your dress awkwardly.

“You don’t have to prove yourself to them.” Your heart dropped at Jumins words and you turned to look at him in complete shock. “What?”

“It was fairly obvious the whole day that you were trying so bad to impress all of them, even when they would tear you down.”

His words made your heart clinch and you looked down, tears welling up in your eyes. “I just.... I just want them to like me... I- I really do love them!” You looked back up at him as if you were pleading with him to agree.

He gently cupped your face, speaking in a soft tone. “I know that you do, my dear. That doesn’t mean that you have to pander to everything they want, though.”

The tears that were building up in your eyes suddenly fell down your cheeks. You wanted so desperately for your family to approve of you. No, not your family. You wanted HER to approve of you.

But you didn’t want to lose who you were as a person and it hurt.

“I really d-do love her so much...” You muttered in a weak voice. “I just want her to love me, too. I just...” your voice broke and trailed off as Jumin pulled you into a hug.

“Shhh, there there. I know. It’s okay that you aren’t what they want you to be. I’m sure that they still love you.” A small sob broke out at his words and you nodded.

“If I may interrupt, we are here.” Driver Kim muttered, giving you a gentle look of reassurance. You looked up to see that you were already at your other family members house.

“Oh!” You jumped out of his arms, quickly drying your tears as you ran like a giddy child up the stairs and to the front door to knock.

“Well, hey there!” Your aunts excited voice made you smile brightly as you threw your arms around her, giggling.

“Hey, sweet pea.” Your uncle came from his bedroom, smiling and hugging you as well. You smiled up at them brightly, a warm feeling filling your chest.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jumin leaded against the doorframe with a warm smile on his face as he watched you.

About that time, your aunt and uncle had noticed him as well and ushered him in with friendly smiles. You felt happiness all the while.

Just as they weren’t paying attention, Jumin leaned in and whispered to you. “Even if no one else does, they love you and so do I. Please, love, don’t feel as if you have to prove yourself.”

You turned around quickly, a bit shocked but as you turned back to your REAL family, you smiled with teary eyes.

Right. Not everyone had to love or accept you. Those who did were all that mattered.

Seven:

Sighing in content, you looked up at the soft orange and purple sky above you and smiled. The evening sunlight danced off of different things, giving them a peaceful vibe.

It truly was a beautiful day to be out for a walk and the soft music playing in your ears made it all the more lovely.

You flipped through a few songs before picking a different one and continued walking around the oval path.

You glanced over at the road as you saw a car pass by unreasonably fast and mentally judged them, rolling your eyes. Some people really were just in a hurry for no reason these days.

It happened once more and you raised an eyebrow, feeling this strange sensation come over you that you tried to ignore.

Today was a nice day and you were going to focus on that above anything else. Besides, a friend of yours lived right across the road from the track so it wasn’t as if you were completely alone.

You had just reached one side of the oval when you saw a car pull into the tracks small parking lot. You curiously looked over to see who it was and you felt your heart stop at the sight.

It was her. The woman you hated with a blinding passion. She waved, her fingers wiggling as she smirked at you.

You decided to opt for not recognizing her and waved back as if you were creeped out by a random stranger waving at you and picked up your pace, hoping to get further away as you tapped away at your phone.

Seven picked up after the third ring and you couldn’t help how panicked your voice sounded as you spoke. “S-Saeyoung.... Can you come pick me up....? Please....??”

Your breathing had gotten slightly more rapid and tears welled up in your eyes. “MC? What’s wrong, are you okay?”

“Please come get me....” You voice sounded weak and on the verge of breaking as you spoke and Seven seemed to realize the urgency behind your request.

You decided to ignore the stabbing daggers and overwhelming intimidation you were feeling from the car.

You found yourself looking down at your phone more, no longer looking around to enjoy the day.

You ended up sending several panicked texts to Seven in hopes that somehow that would make him show up faster.

Finally, a beautiful red car came down the road and you didn’t even wait for it to pull into the parking lot, deciding to instead jog straight over to the road.

He stopped when he realized what you were doing and you rushed over to the passenger side, jumping in and buckling with shaking hands.

Seven tried to speak but you cut him off sharply. “Just drive.” You knew that Sevens window was tinted enough to hide you and you found yourself staring at her in the car.

She was laughing more than a person alone should be and you felt an overwhelming bitterness fill you. You stared down at your lap and felt confused when the car stopped and Seven cut the engine.

You turned to him before looking around to see that the two of you had stopped in a random parking lot not far from the walking track.

“What happened, MC? Are you hurt?” Seven leaned over, examining you for any external injuries. You laughed bitterly, feeling this strange emotion building up within you. “Not on the outside, no. Ha.... Hehehe....”

You could see the concern that filled Sevens face at your reaction and you laughed again, tears filling your eyes as you spoke. “I hate her....”

“Who? Who do you hate?” You could hear the panic and worry in his voice and you sobbed, reaching out and grabbing his face between your hands.

He didn’t so much as flinch away and you pulled him in, gently resting your forehead against his as your spoke.

“Her... That thing that tried to pretend to be a mother to me... That thing that hurt me... Bruised me every day of my life... Mocked me and belittled me... Made me too scared to leave my house for months... Saeyoung...”

His name came out so strained and got could see the heart broken look in his eyes as he cupped your face. “Shhh, it’s okay... I’m right here. You aren’t alone anymore.”

You broke into a loud fit of laughter again, clinging tightly to his hands that were holding your face. “I HATE her... Hah... Haha... I hate her so much that it scares me, Sae...”

Seven pressed gentle kisses to your face as he shushed you, trying his best to calm you down.

You giggled and sobbed, clinging desperately to him as those familiar feelings of anger and fear burned deep within you.

You cried, almost screaming your hatred to him as he tried to talk you down.

After you were calm enough to relax back into your seat, Seven drove the two of you not home, but out into a field.

He got out of the car without a word and went to open your door for you. You slowly got out, allowing him to guild you onto the hood of his car before he followed along.

The two of you laid against the car, hand in hand, as you both started up at the now star filled sky.

It was completely silent but the warmth of his hand in yours told you clearly that you weren’t alone.

“You know... I wouldn’t let just anyone lay on the top of my car like this.” You paused for a moment, taking in his words before you laughed, smiling softly as you turned your face towards a grinning Seven.

“Well, aren’t I a lucky one?” Seven smiled even wider at your words before gently pressing his forehead to yours. “Hmm, I think that would still be me. Getting to spend such a lovely day with such a beautiful girl.”

Your heart jumped at his words and you smiled slightly, nuzzling against him. “Yeah... Right... It’s... Still a beautiful day...”

Saeran:

You were walking through the park, hand in hand with your sweet cactus.

He had a rough night and always loved walking around in nature while holding your hand to cool off.

You were looking around the lovely area when you completely stopped without even fully realizing.

You also didn’t hear Saerans voice as you pulled your hand from his and ran full speed towards the person you swore you knew.

Saeran, of course, followed quickly behind you despite being very fucking confused by the whole situation.

You had ran up to an older woman sitting on a bench. Saeran watched from a distance as you checked to see if the woman was who you thought they were.

When they responded to you with a yes, you almost broke down as you asked them if they remembered you and said your name.

The woman seemed confused for a moment before her eyes widened and she jumped to her feet, hugging you.

You hugged the woman back, your eyes teary as you smiled at her. “I wanted.. I wanted so badly to tell you thank you. I never got to say it. I’m... So thankful for what you done for me. Beyond thankful. If it hadn’t been for you.. Who knows what...”

The woman cut you off with a soft smile and told you there was no need for thanks before she had to rush off at the call of one of her grandchildren.

Saeran jogged over to you, a clear look of confusion on his face. “What the hell was all that about?”

You jumped before freezing in the spot and looking down at your feet, clearly ashamed. “Oh, um.... Can we go home... And talk...? S-sorry...”

Saeran didn’t question this, simply taking your hand and walking back home with you.

Once you had returned, Saeran didn’t push you to begin explaining right away though it was clear as day that he wanted to know what all that was about.

With a deep sigh, you pulled him along to sit with you and nervously fiddled with your fingers.

“When you did a background check on me, how much did you find?” He was very confused by this being the first thing that you said. What did that have to do with anything?

Regardless, he answered. “Not much, actually. Your background didn’t really matter, just your current life and relations to other people. The background would have done nothing for me if you had a large following or many connections at the current time.”

You nodded your head in understanding. That made sense. No matter what your background was, going to the apartment would have only effected your current life at the time. So that was what mattered.

“Well, the woman in the park was actually a nurse...” Saeran raised an eyebrow at this but didn’t question as you continued. “A nurse.... From a behavioral health center.”

Saeran tensed at the familiar terminology. He knew that was just a small sub category placed under mental hospitals.

“When I was really young I was sent there under false accusations and while there, I guess they didn’t know that you were strip searched and well.... When they did this, they were also legally obligated to.... Take pictures of all of the bruises and gashes on my body.”

Saeran visibly finches at your words but holds his tongue, allowing you to continue. “I can’t really even remember if they had asked me where those awful marks came from but.... My last day there, when I was taking my bedding to the laundry room.... That woman you saw stopped me.... She stopped me and begged me to tell her where all those bruises came from...”

“When I broke and told her.... She saved me. She saved me from going back to that hellhole of a household....” Tears welled up in your eyes as you smiled at Saeran sadly.

“If it hadn’t been for her, I think I might have been dead by now. Or at least irreversibly depressed.” The tears slipped down your cheeks and you lowered your head, feeling a bit ashamed.

Saeran had been through hell and back and here you were crying to him about your problems.

You felt a warmth surround you and gasped slightly, pressing your hands against Saerans chest that you were now pressed against. “You can keep talking.”

You gripped the fabric of his shirt, nodding your head and pressing into him. Therapists were good, but nothing beat talking to the one you loved. “U-um.... It was my dads girlfriend.... S-she told them I had anger issues a-and...” Your voice cracked and you curled into him, feeling your body tremble.

“She would say these sick things like I ‘enjoyed it’ when my dad would whip me so she would do it... She would sometimes pinch the skin under my arms when I wouldn’t speak up or something... Um... Throw me against walls and yell at me and tell me I was sick and twisted... Beat me with various switches like big ones that would leave bruises or small, thin ones that would cut through the skin....”

You shook your head, a sob escaping your lips. You wanted to talk, you did. “You don’t have to be scared anymore. They don’t have any kind of power over you... Not anymore..” His words made your heart thump rapidly in your chest and you smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

He pulled back, gently touching your cheek and brushing a tear away. “We have each other now. They don’t matter. No one else matters.”

You nodded again, smiling brighter than before and hugging him. “Thank you... So much...”

Saeran pulled you back into a tight embrace, gently stroking your hair as you cried against him.

For the rest of the evening and night, Saeran simply held you and didn’t speak much.

He didn’t push you to speak about “where they are now” or become angry or aggressive about the whole matter like you somewhat expected and worried about.

He was simply silently by your side, making sure that you didn’t feel alone.

That was all you could really ever hope for and the best thing he could do.

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