#wouldn't it all make a lot more sense if it turned out they accidentally brought in that design from the Furgonomics Universe

[taffywabbit]

thinking about a parallel universe where furries with big useless bappy paws exist IRL, but so does that one dumbass apple mouse that has no buttons, a charging port on the bottom, and a shape that is extremely uncomfortable to use if you have normal adult human hands

[phantastus]

Headcannon scenario of Silent Hill protags with a s/o who likes to annoy em plz? Not bc it's out of maliciousness but it's rather mildly amusing according to s/o

Oop, sorry it took me a bit to answer this, anon!

-TRAVIS: He's a guy who under good circumstances likes having someone he can joke around with, so although he takes awhile to trust other peoples' intentions, he'd be all about having a partner who's playful. He can even put on the tough-guy "all right c'mere you little shit" scowl and chase 'em if that's what they're hoping for. Only hard rule is NO annoying him while driving-- he takes road safety very seriously!

-HARRY: I see him as someone who comes off as very serious, to the point that he almost seems like a square, but as soon as he's in a good mood the sense of humor comes out. The seriousness might make him look like an easy target to annoy, but you must remember: he raised Heather Mason. He has a straight face made of steel and underneath it, something even more terrifying: the capability to be so much more annoying than you. He will put up with prodding until it almost stops being fun and then he will turn around and deliver a dad joke so targeted that you get vaporized on the spot.

-JAMES: It depends a lot on where he is in the timeline, but he probably wouldn't like it lmao. He has a hard time reading social cues and, especially post-SH2, is both withdrawn, easily-irritated, and wary of others' intentions. So he'd spend a lot of time sitting there baffled and annoyed, wondering what the hell your problem is. THAT SAID, I think that at his core underneath all the baggage and misery, a happy and trusting James is a James that enjoys being gently and affectionately bothered. Prior to her illness, I think Mary brought out his sense of humor and they regularly annoyed one another on purpose. The trust is key though-- if he doesn't realize someone's trying to be affectionate, he just assumes they're being an asshole for the sake of being an asshole.

-HEATHER: Short answer: Heather is the s/o who is being annoying. Less-short answer: If Heather likes you, she goofs on you. That's just how she is. This is true whether you're a grouch or a fellow goof. In a scenario where Heather's got a partner with similar gremlin vibes to her own, they become completely imparsable to all those around them because they're just constantly doing weird shit to each other. If you needle her, she'll needle right back, and it will only escalate.

-HENRY: He doesn't do a lot of verbal banter, and like James, he takes a long time to really open up. In his case, he's shy and skittish and probably too worried about accidentally crossing a line to do much bothering in return. However, once he knows it's okay to "fight back", his unique brand of silent Henry retaliation kicks in. It will be quiet in the house and then you'll hear the first three notes of a song you hate play on his phone from somewhere in another room. This is your life now.

-ALEX: Alex is a big brother. He puts his s/o in a headlock and noogies them until they say uncle.

[inkegg]

Emperor x Tavflayer post game headcanons

Some Canon-divergent headcanons ahead just bc the epilogue didn't make sense in some regards!

Turning into a mindflayer grants Tav some clarity into how the Emperor had truly felt about them before ceremorphosis. Everything around them feels much smaller, and the affection Tav feels for their companions is closer to the feeling one would get for a wounded animal. Pity mixed with love. However the connection with the Emperor is now deepened into a higher understanding.

The Emperor wanted Tav to transform because he desperately wanted to share their connection on this higher level. He wanted them to be true equals and to not settle for an animalistic need for companionship.

The new dynamic between them will have growing pains. Though they are closer to being on equal footing, the Emperor will still have much to assist Tav with as they get used to being an illithid.

Illithid Tav will have the unique experience of developing outside of a colony. This will allow them to experience a larger range of emotions compared to most illithids. They will be able to relate easier to non illithids and express themselves differently than most. It is endearing but will cause friction at times with the Emperor as they were brought up differently.

The Emperor will treat Tavs ceremorphosis with upmost care. He finds himself responsible for Tav and wishes to make their transition more comfortable as he was not allowed the same. He wants things to be different for Tav because for him he was changed against his will and was partially brought up in the cold emotionally stunted illithid society. He then had to fend for himself and teach himself how to build connections. He has the opportunity now to make things better for Tav and make an example of what can be done for illithids outside of a restrictive colony.

The Emperor and Tav would not spend time apart for at least a year after ceremorphosis. The whole process would make Tav reliant on him. The Emperor, knowing how jarring everything is, wouldn't trust Tav to be alone.

The Emperor would've went with Tav to the epilogue party as they had just barely spent time in their new form. He would need to be there to support them to prevent Tav from accidentally eating anyone.......

Their relationship can only vaguely be understood by those around them. A lot of their affection towards eachother goes unspoken. Each of them act like a beacon that's constantly sending waves of adoration. Nothing needs to be said when you're always feeling loved.

When things are good, they're great, but when disagreements arise, illithid tendencies for control and personal fulfillment get in the way of normal conflict resolution. Arguments can easily become the problem of all of Baldurs Gate if the two of them dig their heels in. And as Tav gets more skilled and matures with their illithid powers, more arguments will occur, until the Emperor can make peace with the fact that they've grown out of the need for a mentor and have become a TRUE partner.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - February 3rd

w anon, misunderstanding anon (new), thoughts anon (tw: abuse), confession ig anon (new), guess anon (tw: abuse)

W Anon

Hey cas!

Not exactly a vent today, it's writing advice/support

I have this idea for a marauders fic I wanna write. Its something I think I could write well and I want to create it for other people to read. But I haven't written a lot of fanfic, mostly because I feel weird writing about charecters other people see differently. And not in the jkr sense like idc so much abt og authors tho I do plan to follow some canon, more the problem is I just feel really hesitant to put my work up in a place where other people *also* write about the exact same charecters and have equal rights to me in terms of its not like they're my charecters, because I don't want other people's vision to affect mine. Idk. I know I could just not share but I feel like it fills a hole in the vast tapestry of fan fic cause if it didn't, I could just go read abt it instead of having to write it. I went through a list of all the named marauders Era charecters and figured I'd pick a couple to use that don't feel so fleshed out in fanon so that I don't have to stress abt that aspect of it. Basically I love barty as a charecter and I feel like my idea of him matches enough that I can write him, but not so much like remus or lily or like Marlene and Mary and the other female charecters? Especially for the girls there seems to be so little Canon but they always seem written so complexely it scares me.

Also parents by yungblud was actually written by barty I don't make the rules.

-W

Honestly, I think you should write about and post about whoever you want! Why do other people in fandom have more of a right to characters than you do? (Hint: they don't.) You have every right to write characters how you want, and I guarantee you that someone out there will love how you write them BECAUSE it's different. And anyone who doesn't can use the back button or fuck right off.

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Misunderstanding Anon

Okay. So, I accidentally had a small misunderstanding with an only partial acquaintance at the time and it accidentally turned into one of the biggest lies I've ever told?

At first I just let it go because like... what does it matter? It's not like it's really going to make a difference anyway? And we're not even friends so who cares?

But now we're like months into our relationship and what had started off as it wouldn't matter has slowly turned into, well fuck how am I supposed to tell him now??

And it's not a big lie either! As an example it would be like he assumed I was vegetarian and I wasn't, but now it gets brought up so much and my anxiety had just kinda forced me into pretending it's true so now I'm like fuck is this my life from now on?

Because it's gotten to the point where it just feels like this HUGE secret and I know you'll say to come clean, but what if he hates me for lying this whole time?

I could try to explain that it really was a misunderstanding at first, and I know it wasn't right of me to not correct it when things started getting serious, but he's so big about honesty and I'm just so worried this would make us fall apart?

Its just over something SO stupid and I have no idea what I'm going to do??

*anyone else seeing this is free to jump in too if you have thoughts😭*

Hi <3

Okay so this is honestly (ha) a really hard situation because there's no easy answer. But let's think of the possibilities.

Let's say you don't say anything. Then from there, he could either never find out and you continue to feel guilty like this (doesn't sound fun) or he DOES find out, but from someone else. I think probably wouldn't end up good.

Let's say you DO say something. He could get mad, yeah. But at least you're in control of when and where that happens. And maybe if you write something out, similarly to how you did here, he'll understand and your relationship will be okay.

So yea...there's no easy decision. But I'm not gonna lie, I think you should tell him. Especially if it's a small thing, I think the odds are you can get through it if you tell him on your own.

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Thoughts Anon

Hi hon <3

I'm so sorry about what happened with you and V.

Here's the thing, I'm not sure how much YOU can do. If V's parents are doing something abusive (like...from a legal standpoint) then what I would suggest is to have V's friend who lives nearby report them. But ONLY do that if you're sure you can prove the abuse. Because if not, that'll just piss them off more.

If you can't prove abuse, then the best thing to do, sadly, is to wait. Because if you keep trying to contact her, her parents could see and it could make them angrier. Try to stay in contact with her through her friend to know she's okay and leave it at that. I'm sure she'll eventually find a way to contact you <3

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Justify Anon

Hi, it's justify anon again (sorry)

So one of my close school friends had to fly out to another country the other day because her grandpa was ill (it's the middle of the term, so not really convenient) and I found out this morning that he died. You don't have to answer this if it's triggering or upsetting or anything, but if you do, I'd really appreciate it if you could give me some advice on how to be there for her when she comes back.

Thank you, I hope you have a great day <3

Hi <3

I think just reminding her that you're there to talk to, and also asking questions about good memories of him. I've found that people who've lost loved ones tend to like to talk about the good times, like relive good memories. So you can be there to listen to those <3

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Confession ig anon

I'm just gonna put the first part of your ask

hey cas, I've sent some asks before but under a diff name, because this isn't smth I want to really talk about a lot it's just kind of a confession ig?

Okay I'm not trying to negate your feelings at all, but i'm going to very gently suggest that maybe you're confusing enjoying attention with actual feelings. It's okay to enjoy attention, but that doesn't mean you have genuine feelings of attraction, you know? And like you said...hormones can do crazy things. I say this because when you mention him, you have only talk about how he treats you, not anything about him or who he is as a person.

So maybe you can keep in mind how you like to be treated, and look for someone who treats you that way, that you also like as a person and is healthy for you.

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Guess Anon

Hi Cas,

Guess Anon here

It's okay that you didn't see it - I was debating sending this for a good week before I saw him and only plucked up the courage the night before so its mostly my fault - I know you get a lot of asks as well too.

I just don't want him to find out that I'm repeatedly lying to him cause that'll make him more and more angry, and trust me that isn't safe.

Luckily my sister goes back to University soon, and generally he only sees us when its the both of us rather than just one kid, so hopefully I wont have to see him until whenever my sister visits. I also rely on him a bit (?) He pays like £13 child support per kid per month - but only if the kid is in education, hence why he's still paying for my sister thats in Uni - which means as soon as he knows that I'm not in college, my mum will receive £13 less - which yes, isnt much, but also we are really poor. He could pay more and I know he could, when we go out he's always buying me and my sister stuff (probably to lovebomb(?) us into hanging out with him)

I hope that when he finds out, he isn't violent, but this is the man that was very violent to me when I was a baby, so I know my hopes wont mean shit to him.

When he finds out, and if he is angry, I will probably message you if thats okay, and I'll come off of anon (obv you probably know who it is already, this is more for when you share it etc)

Thank you again Cas

Yes please keep me updated! Just remember that whatever you need to do to stay safe- lying, staying away from him, whatever, is totally valid. You don't owe him anything.

[tobiasdrake]

Alright, here we go with Dragon Ball Daima, episode 3. Onward, to Daimakai!

Hold up, hold up. The transit space is called Warp-sama? With the -sama honorific, which is meant to show respect to venerable elders and mentors and stuff? XD

...I have to know what the dub calls it. One sec.

...

...

Wait, is Daima not being... I think the word is dualcast? Where they release both the dub and sub alongside each other.

Huh. I just assumed.

*google google*

...they're not releasing the dub on Crunchyroll because they want people to turn out for a theatrical release of the first three episodes.

I. Don't know enough about Western anime releases to know if that's weird or not. But it's definitely one solid

from me. Uh. Have fun at Regal Cinema, I guess?

First portion of this episode is spent making the journey through Warp-sama in order to reach Daimakai. Which would probably be more impactful if we hadn't already spent a bunch of time watching King Gomah make the same trip previously.

Like. This would be really awesome to go through for the very first time right alongside Goku, with the same sense of wonder he has, while Glorio's explaining how it all works.

But now I'm just like, "I don't care. I've seen this. I understand what this is. You're rehashing. Get to the new stuff."

Which only reinforces my opinion that the first episode is bad. After spending half an episode watching a Dragon Ball Z clip show, they then proceeded to shortsightedly ruin the beginning to episode 3. This should have been our first exposure to Warp-sama.

I am too, mainly because the closing credits indicated that Bulma, Vegeta, and Piccolo will make it to Daimakai. But I am curious how the PIN number will play into things.

Hopefully this means Team Bulma will get to explore the bureaucracy of Warp-sama and build that out a bit while Goku's having demon adventures.

Especially since it looks like Goku now has a roadmap for getting to Makai #1 without needing to go through Warp-sama to do it. So if Team Bulma does come through Warp-sama, they can probably just meet up with him in Makai #2 or something.

Much like the offhandedly established Tamagami, these pathways blocked by light barriers that we just happen to be passing by reek of plot-building.

Glorio is ominously evasive about his work. TAKING ALL BETS!!! The true nature of his job is:

1 - Something really questionable, like an assassin or personal minion to King Gomah. He can't say it because then Goku and Kaioshin wouldn't trust him.

2 - Something really embarrassing, like King Gomah's pillow fluffer. He can't say it because he wants these guys to take him seriously as a mysterious shonen badass.

This being Dragon Ball, it could go either way.

That Kaioshin too comes from Makai retroactively adds an interesting layer to how fearful he was of Dabra back in the Buu arc. Like.

Before, the context was just that this guy is the strongest guy in all the known realities. He's the ruler of Makai and he makes the mortal realm's strongest, Frieza, look like weak-ass horseshit by comparison. Kaioshin, a legendary super god whose very existence was considered mythical by gods, knew of him by reputation. And what he knew was that this guy is the most to be feared.

But with the new Daimakai lore, Kaioshin was actually one of Dabra's subjects once upon a time. His fear of Dabra isn't reputational; He grew up under Dabra and knows what he's capable of.

And then, one day, he saw Dabra made a puppet to Babidi and brought to the mortal realm. To revive Majin Buu.

Between "Everyone's turned into children again and can't use their abilities effectively anymore" and "The air in Daimakai is super heavy and makes everything sluggish", there's a lot of nerfs in play right now.

It makes sense. They want to do a big RPG fantasy adventure starting from level 1 but with a cast who can sneeze too hard and accidentally break seven universes. There's an effort on display here to try and avoid the "Goten and Trunks are menaced by the STRONGEST SNAKE IN THE UNIVEEEEEEEEERSE" problem that DBS (and GT and often the Z anime, for that matter) had.

Characters don't need to constantly forget that they can fly and teleport and shoot galaxy-crushing super-beams if you bake in a reason why they can't do those things right now.

That said....

Kaioshin ain't kidding. This is moving slow. We're fifteen minutes into a twenty-three minute episode. Apart from the briefest possible altercation with bandits we didn't even get to fight, all we've done is sit in the plane while Glorio reads off entries from the Daimakai Fandom Wiki to us.

Toei, I said this in episode 1 and I'll reiterate: You don't need to write like you're giving the manga space to get ahead.

Riveting stuff. I am on the edge of my seat for Glorio staring into the camera and monotonously explaining Makai #3's geology.

I'm sure this is being established so that it can come up in an interesting way later down the road. I'm just saying, there are better ways to convey information to your audience than by having a character emotionlessly read worldbuilding entries from the Story Bible for 3/4 of an episode.

Robbing the hotel manager that was trying to extort them is the first interesting thing we've seen Glorio do so far. Particularly interesting is his holstered gun, which he used to abruptly cut the bandit attack short a moment ago so he could resume explaining the lore.

It's easy to overlook as an American, given that everyone and their dog seems to have seven different firearms stored under their pillow, on the kitchen table, in the baby's crib, wherever. But having a gun in Japan is a Big Fucking Deal.

So that is certainly interesting.

But at this point, this character certainly has me waiting for the other shoe to drop. He is so deadly serious. There has to be a punchline coming. The ending credits seem to imply that he's got like a little sister or something that will be joining us and I can't wait to meet her because I bet she's going to take the wind out of his sails hard.

Right now, he feels like a straight man in search of an absurd counterpart to bounce jokes off him. Goku and Kaioshin are too busy bouncing jokes off each other to do that.

Ahhh, Toei loves "Big Eater Goku" jokes.

Fortunately, we're far enough removed from everyone constantly popping a Senzu that Goku having his huge appetite back won't constitute a plot hole.

That was a big deal in the Z anime, which pretty much abandoned the "Eating a Senzu means Goku won't need to eat a truckload of food for a full week" rule immediately so they could keep doing Truckload of Food jokes.

But as long as we keep Goku an entire reality away from Senzu, Toei can do as many Truckload of Food gags as they want without adversely affecting the show's consistency.

...I want a Makai hamburger now.

What is the beef made of? Do they have cows in Makai? I bet they have demon cows. Fire-breathing demon cows.

Hey, Exposition Guy, tell me about the fire-breathing demon cows. Can we go fight one?

Oh, Goku had the same question.

...shit, it's probably people. Aww.

That won't bother Goku, though. He is entirely comfortable with cooking and eating sapient beings. I mean, he didn't eat Cymbal, but he was party to it.

YOU, SIR, ARE A WOLF

I know we've established that having pointy ears means you're from Makai. But that man is a wolf. His ear pointiness is entirely incidental and a product of being animal people.

I don't think he's from here. I think he's a fake Majin. I think Earthling animal people are sneaking over here and pretending to be locals.

Goku barfighting local thugs while trying to enjoy his demonburgers is the best part of the episode. Especially for how few fucks Glorio gives about this.

He did a little bit of the fighting to get the action scene started. But then he was just like:

"Ehh, naptime. You guys are on your own."

It's a super fun action sequence, though. Again, the nerfs really help with making a "Goku gets attacked by ruffians" not feel out-of-place. The groundwork has been laid for why Goku can't just punch the air and shockwave them all unconscious in 0.5 seconds flat.

It also helps that Goku doesn't really seem threatened at all by these guys. Instead, he treats this as a training exercise to help him acclimate his body to the thick Makai #3 atmosphere.

So this isn't just a Random Encounter. There's a legitimate narrative reason for him to be fighting them that's in keeping with Goku's personality and character - and also consequences that the episode promises for next episode, too.

But the stakes and the tension are nonetheless kept at a level that seems appropriate for a fight between Goku and some bar thugs.

This is good. More of this, please.

[blue-rose-soul]

Wait I just realized something. For any au that includes Nicaise in hell first, how does she meet Niffty and Husk and their relationship?

To be honest, I'm not sure Niffty would have attached to Nicaise the way that she did Alastor. I'm about 50/50 whether Alastor actually owns her soul or not, but either way I get the impression that she was drawn to him because of his bad boy vibes. And, well, Nicaise is a woman, not a bad boy.

So instead of Niffty coming to Nicaise, it makes more sense for things to be the other way around. Niffty could have accidentally antagonized some dangerous demons, like when she stole those guys' drinks at Consent.

Nicaise was just passing by when she smelled the blood - a lot this long before extermination day - and glanced down the alley out of idle curiosity. She saw Niffty being held down by her neck, face pressed to the asphalt, laughing weakly despite being drenched in blood. Her attacker was a man several times her size whose hand dwarfed Niffty's skull. Nicaise didn't give so much as a warning before removing the guy's head.

Afterwards, Nicaise brought Niffty home and patched her up. Once Niffty had regenerated she gave Nicaise a cheery goodbye and just... left. Skipped right on out the door without a care in the world.

So yeah, Niffty was pretty disinterested in Nicaise at first, but Nicaise at least kept an eye out for Niffty when the little bug was in her territory. Slowly over time, Niffty got used to Nicaise and began to hang around. And Nicaise noticed that Niffty was actually quite useful in some ways. Not just the fact that she was a good housekeeper, but that she was small, able to get into places other people couldn't, and easily overlooked. After she'd saved Niffty multiple times, she leveraged the number of favors Niffty owed her and took possession of Niffty's soul. Niffty's okay with this arrangement, as Nicaise's Overlord activities puts her in close proximity with a number of bad boys.

With Husk, it was more targeted. Husk's Overlord reign was still going strong when he made the unfortunate mistake of crossing her. Husk had won the soul of someone Nicaise had under her protection, someone who lived on her territory in exchange for some favors. After they'd lost their soul to Husk, this person begged Nicaise to save them from Husk, and after some negotiation she agreed with the stipulation that she would keep ownership of the soul. They agreed, since they were already loyal to Nicaise.

So Nicaise went into Husk's territory and instantly he was on edge. By this point Nicaise had developed some abilities of her own. I imagine she would have been a singer much like Alastor and Charlie, and so some of her powers are based around her voice as well. Husk was wary, but he figured he could use her. So when she asked to play a game with him he accepted, planning on taking everything from her and before taking her soul.

But instead, the exact opposite happened. Nicaise started small, only betting some wealth. After she'd won a substantial amount of money from Husk, she wagered it all back in exchange for the soul of the sinner who she'd come for. Figuring this was all she was after, Husk agreed, but only if Nicaise bet a soul of her own. He wagered souls for souls, after all. Nicaise agreed, but she wouldn't bet any of the souls under her control. Nor would she bet her own soul for a single sinner's. After some negotiation they came to an agreement; the pot plus her soul for a number of Husk's souls and a portion of territory. Both of them cheated. Nicaise won, but only just. Nicaise offered him the chance to win everything back and his gambling addiction plus his pride wouldn't let him turn her down.

The game went on like this for a while, with Nicaise chipping away at Husk's wealth, territory, and power little by little until she'd won everything but the shirt off his back, and his soul. Husk could have walked away, knocked down to the level of a common sinner, but free. He didn't. In the final game Nicaise wagered everything she'd won plus her own soul against Husk's soul, and he lost.

In the present, Nicaise's relationship with Husk is rather cold. As an Overlord he was exactly the sort of man she hated; a greedy alcoholic who traded souls like they were poker chips. She still sees him this way even after decades of being on her leash wore him down.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Thomas | A Sight To Behold | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: “Are you wearing my tunic?”

Requested: Yes

When one of Thomas’ beloved tunics goes missing, he’s determined to have it back, until he sees you wearing it.

Humming contently, Thomas let the knife slide through the cucumber time and time again, until a bowl of thin slices was filled to the brim. Matthew’s eyes are curiously watching him as the former tax-collector busies himself dicing the onion, yet appears to not be very good at it yet. 

“Are you going to chop them up more finely?” Thomas queries upon seeing the large chunks of onion on Matthew’s chopping board, but the man in question shrugs, unsure of what the problem is. 

Thomas huffs when he finds the response somewhat vague and takes a small flask of vinegar to add to the cucumber slices. “Pickled vegetables are the best,” he explains, “They take a lot of time and patience, but once done, it’s the best treat!” He pours a royal amount into the bowl before squeezing a lemon into the mixture, adding a royal pinch of salt to finish it up. “Now all we need is those onions of yours and a container that we can close off so that it will not get messy when we need to travel around again.”

Matthew lets out a noise and tilts his head slightly. “How long will it take?”

“About a week. Maybe two.”

“Wouldn't it rot?”

“It will ferment at best.” Thomas reassures him. “I had expected you to be more familiar with high end foods, seeing that you’ve lived a life of luxury and all.” There is no mean edge to Thomas’ voice, but Matthew casts his eyes down in shame nevertheless.

“I-I already said that I deeply regret—”

Thomas interrupts him: “I know, Matthew, I meant nothing with it.” A brief silence falls over the two whilst Thomas impatiently awaits the moment that he can add the onions. Shoving the bowl closer, he already finds a proper spoon to stir the mixture with, and–

–A gush of vinegar, salt and lemon juice soaks his tunic suddenly as he knocks against it, a noise of surprise leaving his lungs. Thomas jumps back in shock, not in time to catch the falling bowl, which falls to the ground with a thud, cucumber slices all over the place.

“Just my luck!” Thomas grunts in annoyance, clicking his tongue and frustratedly wiping a dirty rag against the stain on his colourful tunic, but to no avail. “I smell like sweaty armpits!”

Matthew clears his throat and comes up with an idea: “Wh-Why don’t you go put on a clean tunic, then I’ll–I’ll clean this up, okay?”

This kindness takes Thomas by surprise and he smiles, giving Matthew a small nod. “Oh, thank you, friend.”

“Friend?” The word sounds so foreign to Matthew that he repeats it with widened eyes.

After a beat of silence, Thomas nods with a beaming smile. “Of course, Matthew. We’re friends.”

Matthew’s face brightens and he straightens his back, taking the bowl from the ground to start cleaning up the mess. A few months ago, the young man wouldn’t even have touched dirt, let alone picked up muddy cucumber off the soil. It showed major growth within his character.

Thomas rushes to his tent, which he shares with Nathanael and Thaddeus, and finds his bag of belongings to find a fresh tunic. Rummaging around, he fingers through the leather bag though underthings, scarves and pyjamas, but finds no clean garment to wear.

He frowns - he is certain that Mary had given him his laundry yesterday, and he is even more certain that he had neatly tucked it away into his bag, where he liked everything to remain organised. It would not make sense for him to misplace it, lest he lose it. No, Thomas isn’t like the other Disciples who would even lose their head if it weren’t attached to their bodies, so why his tunic is missing is a mystery.

Perhaps he’d find it in the current load of laundry, that you had accidentally brought it with you on your rounds gathering the dirty tunics of the men when your turn to wash them in the nearby river rolled around. It is the only logical explanation, he tells himself. The idea of having to seek you out brings inexplicable nerves to his gut.

He stands and leaves the tent before heading for the creek he’d probably find you at. On his way there, he greets Philip and sees Matthew from the corner of his eye still picking up cucumber slices. Even though the former tax-collector didn’t have to do that and even though Thomas is perfectly capable of doing it himself, the selfless offer to clean up his mess has been very kind.

Upon witnessing your form hunched over, your feet dipped into the river as you rub one of Simon’s tunics against a rock to get out the worst of the stains, he cannot help but smile. Careful not to slip, he approaches, calling out your name.

“(Y/n)?”

You look up and over your shoulder to greet him with a smile that makes his insides turn to mush. He shakes off the feeling and steps over the wet stones to communicate more easily with you. 

“Hi, Thomas,” you say, squinting against the sunlight. You hold your hand over your eyes for some shade so that you can properly look at him. 

He fiddles with his sleeve and tries to find the right words, sudden nerves tainting his confidence. “I ah… I was wondering if you had already done my laundry.”

You bite your lip and gaze over to the tunics that lay out in the sun to dry, draped over boulders to quicken the process. “I’m not sure, but why not take a look there?” 

Thomas nods and clears his throat, walking past the shore to see if one of his tunics can be used already. He lets his eyes go over the items of clothing – Mary’s blue dress, one of Nathanael’s darker garments, Andrew’s neutral colours, there are even three tunics that belong to you, which is odd to Thomas for he never knew you carried so many on you  – once his attention is drawn to one of his own outfits, he reaches over to it, straining a little to not have to step into the water.

As soon as his fingers make contact with the fabric, he finds it too wet to wear yet, and huffs a small noise of frustration. Of course it is not directed towards you, for you are just doing your job, but rather at himself for not properly maintaining his own clothes in the way he would have wanted.

Pushing himself off the boulder again, he stands up straight, at least attempts to. Flailing his arms, Thomas loses his balance and lands rear-down into the shallow water, pain shunting through his spine upon collision with the ground.

“Thomas!” you exclaim with a gasp, jumping to your feet and rushing over to help him up. He awkwardly sits in the water as it soaks through his already dirty robe, trying to process what has just happened.

You appear in his field of vision, blocking out the sun from his eyes as he looks up at you a bit stunned. It takes him a second to notice your outstretched hand, which he grabs. Assisting him as he stands up, the bottom half of his attire heavy with water, you steady him by putting a hand against his chest. The contact makes Thomas jolt in surprise.

“Tha-thank you, (Y/n)” he stutters, embarrassed, “I lost my balance, and ah…”

His eye falls upon the outfit you’re wearing. The orange linen is strangely familiar to him, as is the edge that embellishes it, the embroidery pattern very similar to what he owns.

Then, it clicks. 

“Wait…” Thomas begins, “Are you wearing my tunic?”

The flush that creeps up on your cheeks makes you look adorable - why is he even thinking that? - and you take some of the fabric in between your fingers before sighing. 

“I-I’m very sorry, Thomas, but…” Embarrassed, you look over to your own clothes, that are all still soaked to the last fibre, far from dry, “I uh… I had a bit of an accident and had no clean tunics left to put on. I had tied a scarf around my waist to hide the… Stain, so when I went on my round to gather the dirty laundry, I saw your tunic sticking out of your bag, and I just thought…”

You put a hand over your face and drop your shoulders. “I stepped out of line. I’m sorry, Thomas, it wasn’t polite of me to just take your belongings without asking. I hope you can forgive me, but I understand if not. I-I can take it off if you want to, I’ll wear one of my own wet tunics, it can still dry in the sun whilst I work—”

“Nothing of that,” Thomas immediately stops you, “It’s okay, really! Actually, I came to get it because I had an accident, too, but… You’re right, this will dry in the sun, too.” He lifts his own wet garment that sits heavy around his hips. “You need it more than I do… And…” He swallows thickly, a comment poising itself onto his tongue. “It looks very nice on you.”

A shy smile tugs at your lip. “Do you think so?”

Thomas mirrors your expression. “Yeah!” he reassures you, “Absolutely! You can have that colour better than I do.”

You click your tongue and can’t help but giggle. “Stop it, now.”

A bit more confident now, Thomas shrugs and gives you a wide grin. “I uh, I should get back to my work. Thank you for doing the laundry. I… I was just making pickled cucumbers with Matthew, and… You like those, right?”

Amused, you nod at him. “I do,” you state, “But don’t rush yourself.”

“Likewise, (Y/n),” he tells you, “Have a  good day now. Shalom shalom.”

“Shalom shalom, Thomas.” you reply before heading back to your work.

Pleasant tingles set Thomas’ veins aflame as he floats back to the table where Matthew has already started on another batch of pickled cucumbers to replace the first one, and takes a knife with a dreamy sigh. 

“Is everything okay?” Matthew questions, “You’re still wearing your dirty tunic and… Why are you wet?”

Thomas hums in reply and checks how much vinegar is left. “I fell into the water.”

“I see. Didn’t have a clean tunic?”

“I did, but (Y/n) is wearing it. She needs it more than I do.”

Matthew’s brow knits together and he looks over his shoulder to find you on the shore in Thomas’ garment, determinedly completing your task.

“You don’t mind it?” Matthew wants to know, “I know that I would mind.”

“I don’t think he does, kid,” Philip pipes up, intersecting himself in between him and Thomas, “I’ve got a feeling that our dear friend wouldn’t mind doing anything for her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Thomas asks with genuine confusion.

Philip smiles. “You will eventually find that out for yourself, friend. To me it is obvious and to you not so much, but it will come! Shalom shalom.” 

Philip takes a slice of cucumber and pops it into his mouth, laughing heartily when he leaves Thomas and Matthew too stunned to respond, whistling a happy tune.

[caramelcuniculus]

" Oh, oh no-- Are you a star? Did you fall from the sky? I really didn't mean to make another wish, if that's what you are-- " This one seems to have fallen a lot harder than the other one did… " Do you… need some help? " ( post-movie Asha for Magolor maybe! )

Shimmer shimmer… spark… crack! A piercing sound echoed throughout a decaying space structure. There were purples, reds, oranges, and… pinks. That was the last thing the Halcandran remembered, until there was nothing at all.

Sparks and shimmers. He began to regain consciousness while fast winds sped past him. Yellow eyes that should've remained closed forever reopened, yet at a slow rate. One of his gloved hands rose to rub one of his eyes, but something about such hand was different. Instead of being its normal pastel yellow, for some reason, it had turned grey. He quickly turned his hand around to see the backside; still grey. Magolor squinted at the discolored glove, only to accidentally hone in on the sight upon yonder. It was an entirely new world, a whole new gravitational pull that brought him closer to the ground below. These weren't just winds, he was falling at notch speeds!

The Halcandran tried waving their hands, twirling around midair, doing anything to catch themself so they could levitate. Despite the necessity, the attempts were futile. In fact, a very severe sense of drained energy suddenly felt all over their body. They were absolutely, entirely exhausted. Really, they felt as if they had one foot in the grave… if they had feet! Maybe this was the fate they deserved after what they'd done back in Another Dimension. It would make sense; the universe was too cruel to them. Magolor made a final attempt to levitate, or to somehow catch themself on something, but to no avail. They could feel themself starting to lose conscious. If they have to go out this way, at least crashing into another planet could be considered atoning for their sins. Right?

No… that wouldn't make-- The thoughts were cut as yellow eyes sealed again, the Halcandran hurling towards the ground. Magolor didn't even hear nor feel the crash when it happened.

… Yellow eyes eventually blinked open again, the Halcandran groaning loudly at how his body was in even more pain. It was evident that he survived crashing into who knows where, but how long would he last? More importantly, who was this woman speaking with him? Magolor's eyes opened fully to see her face, with the starry night illuminating behind her. He looked at the distant stars for a moment, before looking right back at Asha. She seemed worried. Uh oh.

"Help? … Yes, please." They hated how weak and broken their voice sounded coming out, but that was another attribute to almost dying. Asha would definitely be curious as to why they were here at all, especially in crashing into the earth. That could wait until later, however. Magolor's first concern was keeping themself alive. "I can explain… some things, but please, please help me."

[blackcatxmagic]

Copper sat at the table watching Goldie, and the longer it took her to explain what was going on, the more anxious he became. What the hell was she about to tell him? What could be so serious she was acting like this? Was she about to tell him she accidentally bruned his house down or something? It felt serious, whatever it was, maybe even as serious as something like that, but nothing Copper could think of felt like a possibility. Then a thought came to him, one that sent a jolt of panic through him. What if Goldie had learned that Neil was here looking for him? Maybe she'd run into him and gotten talking, and he'd somehow revealed he was looking for Copper (maybe even asking her in a seemingly innocent way). While he had no idea if Goldie were a witch too or not, you didn't have to have magical abilities to be able to sense that Neil was a creep, so maybe Goldie was here to warn him. If that were the case, well...Copper wouldn't know what to do. He was building a life here in Cardinal Hill, and he didn't want to leave more people behind. But then Copper told himself to relax - it almost certainly wasn't that. Don't jump to conclusions, he thought. It's probably not even that big of a deal.

As it turned out, it was a big deal. At first, Copper wasn't quite sure what Goldie was getting at, and then he was pretty sure but still not letting himself believe it. That couldn't be what she meant, right? But then Copper could no longer deny what Goldie was saying, especially not when she finally just explicitly stated it: the two of them were brother and sister. "I...what?" Copper asked, genuinely struck speechless - apparently that was actually a real thing that happened. Of all the things he'd thought Goldie might be about to tell him, even the fantastical and wild possibilities, this never crossed Copper's mind. "You're...you're saying we're brother and sister," he repeated, still trying to compute this new fact. Looking at Goldie, Copper searched for her face for signs that she was lying or mistaken. This couldn't be right, could it? But when Copper looked at her - at his sister - he saw no lies, only the truth. And it explained the way he'd felt about her the moment she walked it, that sense of connection that had caught him so off-guard. Goldie was his sister, Copper had no doubt about that now. But it also was a staggering revelation.

For several moments after Goldie was done, Copper sat there in stunned silence, his tea rapidly cooling, forgotten about. "I don't even know what to say," he said finally, almost as if he just needed to make sure he could still form words. It turned out he could, so that was a plus. "I didn't know my biological dad either," Copper told Goldie. "My mom traveled while she was pregnant and died while giving birth to me in Maine, and I was adopted by my dads." He didn't want Goldie to think that their biological dad had like...chosen him over her or something. Neither of them had known him. "I actually know nothing about him," Copper told Goldie. "I don't even know his name or if he still lives here or if he's still alive." And Copper had never felt the desire to know these things because he already had two dads; he didn't need a third. And now it seemed confirmed that this wasn't simply a matter of Copper's mom preventing him from trying to be a good father because he'd not been a part of Goldie's life either, a fact that brought him a sense of closure he hadn't even realized he'd been lacking.

Finally Copper took a sip of his tea, which was still hotter than he expected, burning his mouth and throat a little bit. "Sorry," he apologized, "this is just wild, and I don't really know how to react. It's not every day you find out you've got a secret half-sibling. Thank you for telling me though...I know it wasn't easy, but I really appreciate it." He looked at Goldie, at his sister, still processing that fact, and then he sighed. "This is a lot to take in. But...it's kind of nice too. I don't really have many people here." When he said this, Copper immediately groaned, shaking his head. "And here I am assuming you even want a relationship," he said. "I'm sorry." After another sip of tea, Copper - feeling awkward now - remarked, "Copper and Goldie. We're both colors. Metals too. Well my name is actually Copernicus, but even so, it's kind of neat." He laughed slightly, clearly still feeling more than a little awkward.

Goldie’s hands trembled slightly around her tea cup, the warmth doing little to steady the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She could see the intense curiosity in Copper’s eyes, could feel the weight of everything she was about to say, and it made her pulse race even faster. Had this been a good idea? Goldie honestly wasn't sure, but she was too far into it now to back out. At least if she got it over and done with, she would no longer have to deal with the baggage of the information all on her own.

"I, uh…" She swallowed hard, trying to force herself to speak clearly, but the words felt like they were sticking in her throat. "I don’t even know how to start this, if I'm honest," she chuckled, before taking a deep breath and trying her hardest to just get it over and out there; she had to rip it off like a band-aid. "I wasn’t raised with my biological dad - he wasn’t in my life at all. I was raised by my stepdad, who’s the only dad I’ve ever known, and… that’s who I call 'dad.'" She looked down at her tea, gathering her thoughts before lifting her gaze to meet his, feeling slightly embarrassed over the fact that she had rambled so much. So much for ripping it off like a band-aid.

"But recently, my mom came in here, and she talked to you, I don't even think it was anything family related or anything like that, maybe family was mentioned, I don't know, I wasn't there- this doesn't matter." Come on Goldie, get it together. "I overheard her mention something to my stepdad when she came home, and it kind of… clicked. I didn’t even realize my biological dad had other kids." Goldie’s voice softened at the admission, as though she were still trying to process it all herself. She could feel her stomach twisting into knots at the weight of her revelation, unsure of how Copper would take this news. This was completely new territory for Goldie, so she could only assume it might have been for Copper, too, and she could only do her best to share the revelation as gently as possible in case that was right.

She bit her lip nervously before speaking again, her gaze flicking between Copper and her cup. "I didn’t know how to tell you, but I felt wrong about knowing and seeing you around town without you knowing, too, and I don't know, it's all so... I couldn't continue without talking to you. We share a biological father. I know this is a lot to drop on you, and I’m so sorry if it feels like I’m just springing it on your unprepared, but I had to tell you, and I didn't know how else to go about it." Her voice quivered with both uncertainty and a deep, aching need for him to understand, to know that it wasn’t easy for her either.

[aira-writes]

A Drunken Mess

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader ft. The Bakusquad

Genre: one-shot, imagines, fluff, crack, humor, college au

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, contains cursing, suggestive, sfw

a/n: This has been on my drafts for months! (i always say that a lot lol) Plus it took me a lotta times to edit and arrange the plot because it was so soooo chaotic. I was confused as well HAHAHAHA. I really enjoyed writing this one, and have always been imagined that the Bakusquad would interact this way.

I hope you'll enjoy it! Some characters may be OOC but meh HAHHAAH i like the way I wrote their dialogues. Here to more oneshots with the Bakusquad! This may contain errors and typos or confusing scenes. I'll edit this again when I have the time.

Your head’s spinning. Everything’s spinning.

Why is everything spinning?

“Um, Bakugou please don’t be mad—”

(hUH? Why would I be mad?)

You don't know who's on the phone talking to who because your vision is blurry. All you could see is a red blurb, a few faces you can’t recognise— together with the bright lights as your surroundings looked more like a swirl the more you blink. The more you tried to decipher who was on the phone, the more your head hurt— and the fact that your head is throbbing and dizzy didn't help at all.

“Bakubro, just please promise first that you’re gonna keep the explosions to a minimum.”

Explosions? Why would there be explosions?! Are we being attacked?

(What are you on to, red-hair? Just spit it out already.)

“It's my fault for giving her that shot.” — Kami

“I told you we shouldn't!” — Mina

“But y/n kept begging me for it and told me she'll just try one—”

“That’s not the point Kami. Bakugou said no drinks for her and her alcohol tolerance is extremely low!”

“Uhh, guys?—” — Sero

“Sorry, I didn’t even think one shot would already get her drunk—” — Kami

“And it definitely didn't help the fact that you left her alone after I asked you to keep an eye on her while I pee! Thank god I found her and brought her back to our table. Could you imagine if we lost the drunk y/n!?” — Mina

“Guys, we have a small prob—” —Sero

“I just went out to refill my drink—” —Kami

“And since when did 'refill my drink' meant shoving down your tongue in someone's throat Kami!” —Mina

“GUYS!” The black haired shouted to catch everyone's attention—in sync with the loud smack of his hand onto a table. “Good, now I finally have your attention. As much as I don't want to interrupt your little bickering, we got a problem.”

(What's going on in there?) — Bakugou

The red haired covered his phone as he turned to Sero. “Wdym ‘we got a problem’?” confused.

(Oi, shitty hair. The hell's going on?) The red head sensed the irritation on Bakugou’s voice from the other side of the line. And he knew that he can't leave the explosive blonde hanging. He needed to reply back to Katsuki to make sure the guy won't go crazy and blow things off.

Especially when Kirishima's about to drop a big news that they accidentally let y/n get drunk after giving her one shot.

So before Sero could reply back to Kiri, the red head already turned back to his phone to answer Bakugou. “It’s about y/n. We accidentally let her get drunk—”

“—and apparently, she's missing—again.” —Sero cutted Kiri off, loud enough for Katsuki to hear.

(WHAT? YOU LET HER DRINK AND GET DRUNK? AND WHADYAMEAN AGAIN?)

“wait wtf! We lost her again? Damn it.” —Mina

“What? She was just here a few seconds ago—” —Kami

“It’s your fault Kami! If you weren't so damn busy kissing some random chick, we wouldn't have lost her in the first place. If you didn't give her the shot, she wouldn't be drunk in the first place!” — Mina

A loud sigh came from the other side of the line and it seemed like Bakugou is trying extremely hard to calm himself. (Lemme get this straight. You let y/n get drunk. And now, you lost her for the second time?)

“Hey, I already know that it's my fault. But you don't have to put all the blame on me.” —Kami

“Because it IS you're fault!” —Mina

“We just let her drink a few shots—” —Kiri

There was a lot of sighs and curses on the other end of the line and was soon followed by sounds that indicated Bakugou was moving around or smthn.

“It is my half my fault and I admit that. But now I think you gotta admit you're acting kinda jealous. Mina, if you actually wanted to be in her position, you could've just told me y’know.”

“Ha! I'd rather die than let you kiss me, you ass!”

(I’m on my way shitty hair.)

“You wouldn't be saying that if you actually tasted me—”

“Thinking about it is already enough to make me sick.”

“Then stop acting like you’re jealous and let me have my fun.”

“I’m not jealous! Get your head out of the gutter!”

“Guys, settle down would you—” Sero

“You def are, babe.” —Kami

“Ha! In your dreams.”

(Find her now. And text me the address.)

“Okay, bakubro. We’re gonna look for her now.” and then the line was cut off.

“Ooo I’d be dreaming about you, alright.”

“You fucking sh—”

“GUYS WE NEED TO FIND Y/N RN YKNOW.” —Sero

“What’s the commotion all about?” Kiri pocketed his phone and turned to the scene.

Kaminari was drunk and chuckling but cringing in pain. Mina’s eyes screamed blood murder and she was rabidly tugging on Kaminari’s blonde locks. Sero on the other hand was trying to pry off Mina from Kami.

Kiri sighed. “You’re all aware that Bakubro’s on his way here right?” The three turned to him. “So if we want to stay alive I suggest to get along for now and find his missing girlfriend.”

Mina finally let go of Kami’s hair and glared at him but nonetheless listened.

“I tried calling her phone multiple times but it just keeps ringing.” There’s worry evident in Mina’s face.

You drank one shot but your tolerance to alcohol is below average. And you also weren't aware the the alcohol content of the drink was extremely high resulting to a drunk y/n. When Mina went to pee, she asked Kami to keep an eye for you for a sec.

Only for her to return to a busy Kaminari sucking someone’s face off and no sign of you. Good thing she found you and immediately bought you back to the table. Only to lose you for the second time, argh.

“She wouldn’t be able to ignore her calls. She set her ringtone to be as embarrassing as ever right?” — Sero

“Yeah, so she’d answer it immediately.” — Kiri

“Umm, I think I kinda convinced her to put it on vibrate for the time being.” Mina exasperated.

They started searching for you with the goal in mind that they needed to find you sooner rather than later especially if they wanted to keep Bakugou’s explosion to a minimum.

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Your hair’s like a bird’s nest. You were giggly and was stumbling a bit but unharmed thank god. You didn’t know how you managed to get out of the bar without face planting on the floor. And you also don’t remember how you got here outside and why you’re sniffing this random flower—

Oh right you were puking.

The last thing you remember was hearing about explosions and then you decided you wanna slip out of the bar before the explosions start. You wanted to call 911 as well but couldn’t find your phone anywhere.

“There she is!” a familiar voice echoed.

“Would you stop taking pictures and help us Kaminari?”

“Oops, my bad.”

“Y/n! We’re so glad we found you.” you were enveloped into a hug by a pink blurb.

“You do know she’s covered in puke right?”

Mina ignored Kami but didn’t fail to send a death glare his way.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” the pink blurb tried to take you back to the car but you pried your body away from her.

You shook your head. “I ain’t *hic* going anywhere with you *hic* people.”

“We’re your friends y/n. We need to get you home—”

“How would I know *hic* that you guys *hic* are actually my friends *hic* and not *hic* some kidnappers, huh?” you backed away from Mina even more.

“We’ll call you to prove it.” Kiri took out his phone and dialed your number. “Check your phone.”

“—AHAHAAHAH THAT TICKLES.”

You all turned to Kaminari who was laughing maniacally. He took out something from his pocket—only to reveal it was your phone.

“I found y/n’s phone at the table.”

Mina smacked him at the back of the head.

“What was that for?” he whined and rubbed his sore spot.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier!”

“You guys were busy—and I kinda forgot.”

“KAMI!” they exasperated and yelled in unison.

“That’s mine!” you glared at Kami who looks nothing but a yellow blurb to you. You grabbed your phone from him. “You stole it *hic* didn’t you?”

Before Kaminari was able to reply back, your boyfriend's car arrived at the scene. He got out from his car and immediately ran towards where you guys are upon spotting you and his friends near the bushes.

He was only wearing sleeping clothes on. His black sleeveless skull t-shirt, a pair of slippers and his normally spiky hair—now messily plopped up on his head.

“Bakugou!” Mina shouted.

Everyone’s a bit relieved because worry was the only expression evident on Bakugou’s face and no anger.

“Should we tell him that his slippers are mismatched?” Kaminari whispered, eyes staring at the blonde’s feet.

“Nah.” Kirishima chuckled.

The worried blonde walked towards you. “Baby, let’s get you home—”

“Don’t *hic* touch me.” Slapping Bakugou’s hand away.

“Babe, you’re drunk—” the blonde tried to slowly reached for your arm but you backed away.

“Am not!” You almost stumbled. “Am not *hic* drunk.”

“You def are. I need to take you home.”

“No you’re not! As if I'll come with you, asshole.” you childishly stuck out your tongue at your boyfriend.

Kaminari stifled a snicker and Mina elbowed him.

“It’s me, dumbass, your boyfriend.” Bakugou held out an arm.

You stared at the outreached palm, then to his face, back to his arm and then to his face again. Then you scanned his whole body up and down—your face turning sour. “hAH! My boyfriend’s handsome.”

Bakugou looked down on the floor and chuckled, shaking his head a bit in amusement. “I don’t know if I should be flattered that you indirectly praised me for the first time or be insulted that you don’t recognize your own boyfriend, babe.”

“Leave me *hic* alone.” you whined.

“No, we gotta take you home, princess. You're drunk asf.”

“AM NOT COMING *hic* WITH YOU PEOPLE!” you shrieked and ran.

“Come back here, woman—” the explosive blonde ran after you.

“AaaAaaAaaH! NO!” and you kept running, your boyfriend chasing after you.

He never knew you could run this fast when drunk.

Mina, Sero, Kirishima and Kami just stared at the scene in front of them and with no signs of trying to help. Then Sero turned to the red head. “Should we—”

“Don't have to. Bakubro’s got it under control.” Kiri said with a grin on, eyes still staring at the chasing scene in front of them.

“If you say so.” Sero shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.

“I’m not playing y/n, just come here already and—”

“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!”

The fact that you're still not caught by your boyfriend up until now—even when you're running with a bit of stumble and bad gait—amazes him.

“Uh—you guys wanna go back to the bar?” Mina asked as he turned to the guys. They all agreed in unison, turning their back against you guys and was now walking back towards the bar.

“Do they serve french fries? I’m craving french fries.”

“Me too.”

“Babe, just stop running already. You might trip and face plant on the floor—”

and then you did.

“Oh for fucks'sake.” Bakugou exasperated, worry evident on his face as he walked towards your lying body.

“NO, NO *hic* DON'T COME ANY *hic* CLOSER—AHH! HEL—”

“No kicking, woman—just—will you just—no you don’t—calm down, babe—”

.....

....

...

..

.

Then it suddenly quiet down, the four curious as to why.

They all turned back to see that Bakugou has an unpaintable face on and there was an evident sign of redness on top of his forehead. Kaminari failed to hide his snicker.

“I think Bakugou just got kicked in the face.” Sero voiced out and the four laughed and giggled. Then continued to walk inside the bar to resume partying.

“Be careful on the way home lovebirds!” Kaminari shouted out as he raised a hand to wave goodbye, not even turning around.

“That does it.” he growled.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! A PERVERT’S KIDNAPPING MEE AAAAA!”

“Stop struggling woman or you'll fall off. Tch.”

But you kept struggling like a maniac, shrieking for help while currently plopped up on Bakugou’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“HELP! HEL—”

“I’m never gonna let you drink again without my supervision, shitty woman.”

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[captains-simp]

(Not me accidentally posting this when it was half done)

I knew I could count on you @wndrcarol for a jock!Carol request🥳 also....👀I heard you like Sharon

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

1.9k words

Warnings: harassment, degrading, face slapping, strap on sex, spitting, choking and hints of overstimulation

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You groaned in frustration when you finished checking the kitchen for your girlfriend. Everytime you went to a party with her the same thing happened.

You'd arrive, take a while to get comfortable and as soon as you did Carol would be whisked away by her friends leaving you to stand awkwardly in the corner. You really needed to get more friends. The ones you had never seemed to come to those parties.

You wandered outside onto the wooden decking area to get some fresh air and leant against the fence as you lazily scanned the area for Carol. You knew she wasn't out there, you had already checked.

Your eyes landed on a brunet who had been watching you carefully but the moment you locked eyes he scurried away back inside, not wanting to be seen near you. You smiled at the memory of the last time you had met at a party.

"There was only 10 seconds of the game left but I kicked the ball as hard as I could and it was on the last second of the game that it scored and we won!" Tyler exclaimed before taking another sip of his bear and gleamed at the memory.

"That's great." You said as you continued to scan the room for Carol.

"It was, you should'a been there." Tyler said as he looked back at you, or more he looked above the line of your low hanging top. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"I was at Carol's game." Tyler didn't react to the mention of your girlfriend. It wasn't like he didn't know you were dating, everyone knew. Carol made sure of that.

"Unlucky, mine was a lot more interesting." He declared with a smug grin. A brief memory of Carol fucking you in the showers after that game flashed through your mind and you couldn't contain your smile at knowing how wrong the guy infront of you was.

Unfortunately, he thought that smile was at him.

"I had a pretty great game before that too. But it's getting kinda loud in here, wanna go somewhere more private?" He smirked in an extremely unattractive way.

"I'm good, I need to go find Carol." You said quickly, wanting to get the hell away from Tyler.

You hadn't seen Carol in a while. It was her idea to go to the party, it was an environment she thrived in. You, however, did not. It wasn't your scene and you didn't know anyone there, not well at least.

At some point through the mass of bodies, loud music and numerous people trying to get Carol to do shots with them or be on their beer pong team, you had been seperated from the Captain and you hadn't seen her since.

"Come on, I'm sure there's some spare rooms upstairs." There was a slight slur to his voice that made it even worse when he approached you and put a heavy hand on your waist.

"Get off me, Tyler!" You snapped and pushed his hand away but he continued with a frown.

"What? Don't you want this-" He was cut off when a fist shot out beside you and punched him across the face. Tyler staggered back, gripping his bleeding nose, as the people around you cheered loudly, oblivious to what had happened prior.

"Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend." Carol demanded as she continued to advance towards a cowarding Tyler who could only hold his hands out in defence. You pulled Carol away with to turn her towards you and Tyler scrambled to his feet to flee.

"Are you okay?" Concerned and familiar eyes met yours that instantly eased your worry. Carol brought her hands gently up to your face as she scanned you closely and you were surprised to see that she looked completely sober.

You nodded your head and breathed out a yes before you took her right hand away from your face to examine it carefully. The dull lighting in the room made it hard to make out but you could feel that there was nothing out of place.

"Come on." Carol said as she took your hand. "Let's get out of here."

Tyler had a bandage across his nose for a while. He had avoided you like the plague ever since, clearly have some sense in him.

"Want some company?" Came a voice from beside you. You glanced sideways and saw Sharon fall easily into place next to you. She mirrored your position of leaning against the barrier and gave you a knowing smile.

"Thanks." You breathed out, feeling kind of embarrassed someone had noticed Carol always seemed to ditch you at parties.

"No luck finding the girlfriend?" Sharon teased.

"Is it that obvious?" You asked but weren't sure you really wanted to know.

"You look like a lost puppy without her." Sharon chuckled making you flush. Maybe you were too clingy.

"She's the golden retriever lesbian." You corrected making Sharon laugh more.

"That seems about right." She went to move closer to you but a group of jocks spilled out onto the decking, without Carol among them.

"Fuck this." She huffed and took your hand to lead you over to the garden swing bench. Your hand felt like it was burning when she held it to pull you along. Although her hands were physically soft, they weren't the kind of softness you felt with Carol. It didn't make you feel warm inside, it made you feel uneasy. But it was a party, you had to hold onto people to move about.

Part of your brain pointed out that there was only a few people in the garden so there was really no need for Sharon to navigate you through it, while the rest of you really did just want some company.

Sharon sat down on the bench and you followed, feeling as though you could relax a bit more on the edge of the garden.

"You know, I think Carol's a very lucky gal to have you." Sharon said as she watched you closely. You laughed nervously as you noticed how close she was. You found yourself searching the garden for Carol again but Sharon lighting held your jaw and turned it back towards her.

"Pretty thing like you must surely be a lot of fun to play with." She smirked as her other hand crept onto your thigh.

"Um I d-don't-"

"Shh, you don't need to talk." Sharon cooed as she tilted your chin up more when you struggled to keep eye contact. The blonde glanced at your lips and licked her own before leaning forward slowly.

Until a strong hand wrapped itself around your bicep and yanked you from the bench.

You stumbled into a fuming blonde who was glaring at Sharon. You blushed deeply as you realised how it looked at what Sharon was most likely trying to do.

"You keep your fucking hands off of my girlfriend, Carter." Carol spat as her fists clenched.

"You really shouldn't leave her unattended?" Sharon said, amused by Carol's anger. "Who knows what could have happened." She winked at you and looked away instantly.

Carol scoffed simply as she continued to glare daggers at the woman infront of you.

"In your fucking dreams, she's mine." She all but growled as she pulled you away. You yelped as you felt her nails dig into your skin but didn't have the nerve to ask her to loosen her grip.

Carol pulled you through the crowded house and up to an empty bedroom that she shoved you inside.

"Did you enjoy that? Whoring yourself out to Sharon?" Carol asked as she threw you to the bed and started undoing her belt.

"No I-" You started as you went to sit up but Carol put a firm hand to your chest and pushed you back flat against the bed.

"Shut up, slut. I don't want to hear another sound out of you unless you're saying my name." She warned as she pulled her strap out and pulled your panties down.

You looked at her wide eyed, never seeing her so worked up before sex. Sure, you'd have a lot of needy, desperate sex and the occasional quickly, but she never showed so little regard to you before.

"What? Think I'm going to be nice to you and take my time? Want me to touch you gently? Whores don't deserve to be treated nicely. You don't get to prep my cock either." Carol taunted as she pushed the tip of the head in and kept it there as she stared down at you. "You'll have to just take it how it is, not that you'll have much of an issue. You've always got such a sloppy cunt."

"Please, Captain." You found yourself whining earning you a harsh slap to your left cheek. Your head whipped to the side and your cheek burned but Carol didn't seem to care.

"Who are you begging to fuck you?" Carol asked as she rocked her hips slowly as a reminder that you only had the very tip inside you.

"You Carol, I want my Captain's cock!" You cried out desperately.

"Only mine?" The blonde mused as she inched a bit more of the strap in.

"Yes Carol, only your cock. I only want you." You whined truthfully. Carol knew that of course, she knew you were incredibly loyal. That's what made the game so fun.

"Please! Please Carol I need you so bad. I want my Captain deep inside me, please please." You begged and felt as though you could cry in frustration.

"You really know how to plead like a whore, don't you. Did you learn that somewhere? Or are you just a natural cock slut?" She asked as she slammed her hips forward and filed you up with the strap at every angle.

You moaned loudly and threw your head back against the pillows as Carol set about her harsh and unrelenting pace. The thick strap filled you up entirely with every thrust. It didn't take long for your eyed to water from the sheer amount of pleasure she was giving to you so roughly.

Carol grunted as she pounded the strap into you and her grip on your wrists tightened, letting you know she wouldn't let go anytime soon.

"See? You've got such a sloppy pussy. And it's all mine." Carol spoke as she glanced down to look at your pussy taking her strap so well.

"You're gonna cum for me now. You're going to cum all over my cock." Carol demanded as she noticed your signs of approaching orgasm.

You cried out at the force of each of Carol's thrusts until it became too much to bear and you crashed over the edge without much to hold on to. As you did so, Carol brought her hand up and wrapped it tightly around your throat before giving it a quick squeeze.

"You belong to me, slut." Carol said as she continued thrusting mercilessly. She noted your blissed expression and open mouth and gripped your jaw tightly, much rougher than Sharon had. She pulled your face down with your mouth still open and spat. You moaned as you tasted her saliva on your tongue and around your lips. You swallowed it eagerly making Carol beam internally, not that she could let you know that.

"Cum again for me whore. I get to do what I want with you. So you're going to keep cuming until I get bored. I don't give a fuck if you get tired." She spoke next to your ear, poison dripping from her words.

"So fucking cum."

[marshberri]

HOO BOY....

fun fact i checked how long this entire thing is and it's at nearly 3k words. this is normal !!! ^_^ AND HELL YEAH if we swapped brains nothing would change. at least most of it wouldn't change LOL

anyway read more so this doesn't become the sexy times with wangxian of tumblr

NO I GET YOU CAUSE THAT LINE... we love a character with trust issues, who's jealousy makes them afraid of losing the one they trust. it's a silly line at first, but it has a lot of depth behind it and OUFGHFG

EHEHE I'M GLAD. electro fucking up on purpose is so funny 😭 and even if it's accidental, he'd still blame it on vulture, making him get angrier and it all just becomes a spiral into madness DLKSFJ. the rest of the six is damn well aware that it's a petty fight they'll get over at this point, and stopping them is pretty much impossible, so they just sit and watch.

imagine it's like gangland (S2EP10), where the two are fighting like crazy, while otto is blasting opera from the vinyl and playing uno with the rest of the six (mysterio cheats and their base turns into a warzone) (everyone dies)

SEEEE IT'S SUCH A SILLY DYNAMIC they're absolute menaces together. and they get along well when working together, too. WAITAITWAIT imagine spider-man vs electro + shocker bar fight. IMAGINE O0GFUGOD

ahaha yeahhh ^_^ (i'm crying goodbye) "i trusted you with my life, and in exchange, you left me to die" ahahahaha kills myself. OKAY OKAY IMAGINE. IMAGINGEG JUST THINK. ATLA season 2 finale, but it's spider-man, electro and doc ock are all in one fight. peter tries to talk to electro before otto appears, and electro - despite realizing he should listen to peter, attacks him. and then he teams up with doc, but there's the thought in the back of his mind that he should betray otto.

so. atsv nueva york train chase. it's otto and electro and AHGHGJJ I'M GONNA EXPLODE can you see it. just doc making electro helpless and manipulating him like hell, gaslighting him into trusting him again. he reminds him of his life before the accident and how he is the only way electro can go back - but he never actually makes the cure for him. i'm taking a break goodbye

YEAH i don't think it was ever brought up how he and eddie would meet again after. everything. i doubt there would be much of honest talk if they met again. electro would probably not even be able to look into eddie's eyes, cause he was trying to help him, and he stormed out of the hospital and turned into who he is now. (we used to be oomfs but now we have each other blocked💔(sobbing))

coming back to the atla part, if that happened, and eddie found out that electro even thought of listening to peter, oufggh.... it defo wouldn't improve their relationship, in fact - i'm imagining what electro would do if he saw eddie attack peter again. or what if he didn't know that venom IS eddie? would the two recognize each other in a fight/?? what if the symbiote gets off and eddie lays unconscious. what would electro do. LIKE. that's his friend. and then doc tells him they have to leave and he doesn't know if he should leave or go help eddie. WHAT SHOULD HE DO??? OHUGHHH more fights more dilemmas MORE ANGST!!!!!!

WE'RE AT THE MERCENARY PART NOW

EHEHHEE again, same brains.... i mean it makes so much sense for him to become a merc. it's so ofuggjifohfj <- might die

OH MY GOD THE SPOT COMPARISION???? that makes so much sense.... i mean, he's known to be overconfident in his abilities and also cocky as hell, so imagine with months, or even years of experience (that he was fooled into getting), he pretty much turns into a machine that lost it's original purpose. explosion all of his morality just. gets washed away. wait imagine the cool ass design he could have as a merc. with like cool ass equipment and suit OOO

SEE SEE YEAHHHHH

OH MY GOD. DUDE.DDUDEEEEEE????? this is such a cool idea oh my god. THIS IS SO GOOD???? electro + green goblin vs the rest of the six. with access to oscorp's technology and facility, electro would get access to some really good stuff and he and norman would be a really strong duo... AND THE ANGST WITH DOC AND THE REST???? electro eventually finding out norman is the one behind many of them turning into their current selves. oh he would be so ruined 😁 and imagine he has to choose between norman and otto, who used his trust and left him to die. this is so. goodbye oh my GOD

at this point, he doesn't have ANYONE to trust. at least that's what he thinks. the people he trusted betrayed him, and he doesn't trust the people who are willing to help him. i want this man gone goodbye

HEHEHEH YEAH... CARRIED AWAY.... YEP.... normal!!!!!!!! :333

You seem extremely bored, what are your Head-cannons on one on one dynamic ms with Electro? Like, Electro and vulture or Electro and Curt?

so... pretend i remembered. I'M SORRY..... OK let's see what my brain throws up!!!!

electro + vulture

vulture still holds grudges towards electro for that christmas tree incident... my guy doesn't really think before he acts 😔

as (forced by doc) compensation, electro helped improve his wings. and maybe tampered with them for a negative effect... just a little. like the bitch he is

he acts like a brat towards him tbh. dick student and dick teacher dynamic LOL

electro + curt

they barely talk. electro still had some respect for curt when he joined the sinister six, but it all went away after... y'know

yeah... don't expect a positive interaction ever since. thinking about the possible post-s2 angst with these two....

i mean, think about it. max trusted connors a LOT. he didn't even turn fully evil when he became electro, he still was looking for his help, becaues he trusted him. now he's locked in a cell by the man he trusted.

(EXPLOSIONS!!!)

[legolasghosty]

Hello my love! For the AU thing, what are your thoughts on an AU where the characters work at the mall, but at different shops? Where would they work? How would they meet?

- @michelangelinden

Hello!!!! Okay, I'm intrigued....

Okay, Luke would work in a music store, no questions there. Maybe a fun little out-of-the-way music shop that has a bunch of vintage stuff? Not usually super crowded, but pretty popular with those who know about it.

I kind of love the idea of Julie and Flynn running a wedding boutique together. Julie handles more of the up front stuff and the sewing, Flynn handles the business side. They make a good team and work with tons of different kinds of couples. They absolutely adore it when a lesbian couple comes in to dress shop together. It's adorable.

Willie would totally work at a boba place. I have no evidence for this, it's just what makes sense. They'd fit right in with the chill vibes, love mixing all the different kinds of drinks, and is definitely really good at making those funky bubble waffle things that I see at those places sometimes. He has to be careful about what kinds of drinks he gets for himself though, cause they have ADHD so them and caffeine is... not a good combo.

Because of this, plus the lack of noncaffeinated boba drinks(I know, I have a lot of friends that like going out for boba and there's like 3 things on the menu I can drink usually), Willie will often pop across the way to this sweet little coffee bar to get a drink, since it's easier to get decaf there. Noooo, it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the pretty, blond barista who has a really similar schedule to him. Or the fact that the barista, Alex, comes over to the boba shop sometimes on his break and will chat with Willie and he's really sweet and funny. Or the fact that they've memorized each other's usual drink orders and have started regularly swapping free coffee for free boba. Nope. Definitely wouldn't have anything to do with any of that....

Alex works in a coffee shop, one of those sweet, independent-type places where all the drinks have funny names and they have a billion kinds of milk. And he definitely doesn't have a crush on the boba-rista(something I literally saw on a job posting one time) who works across the way...

Reggie and Bobby work in a pet store together. Reggie was already the shift manager when Bobby started working there, and Bobby came in expecting some chill, older lady to be running things, so imagine his shock when he meets a literal ball of sunshine with more energy than the puppies that got brought in the day before. Reggie decides to make it his personal mission to coax a real smile(not a customer service smile) out of this new guy. Turns out, he has a really nice smile. And laugh. And he's also really cute when he stops putting up the stormcloud act all the time...

As far as meetings...

Julie and Flynn can't help but notice the mutual flirting going on between the guy that work at the coffee shop they go to on their breaks and the guy who works across the way. Eventually, they start conspiring to get them to actually go out. They are victorious, and gain two new friends out of the deal too!

Bobby becomes a regular at the boba place cause the chill vibe is a nice break from the frantic energy of the pet store. He usually ends up there during low rush times, since it's on his breaks, and so gets to chatting with Willie cause neither of them are really that busy. So when Willie ends up accidentally adopting the kitten that showed up outside of his apartment and doesn't seem to be leaving any time soon, they know exactly where to go for help.

Reggie actually isn't a huge fan of quiet, it makes him uncomfortable when things are super silent, so he found the little corner music store less than a week after he started working at the mall. He doesn't usually buy anything, but he and Luke become fast friends and start swapping mall gossip. And when Luke finds out he plays bass on the side, it's all over.

Eventually, Reggie drags Bobby into their little jam sessions too, since he plays guitar as well. And then Willie mentions to Bobby that their boyfriend(!!!), Alex, plays drums, so of course he has to come too. And then Alex finds out that Julie can sing and play piano, and it just becomes a lovely little jam party. They usually go to Julie's place, since she has a nice garage/studio to play in, and Willie and Flynn will join when they can as well. It's very chill and fun.

Yeah that was way more than 5, sorry...(not really).

Thanks for the ask boo!!!!!

[acefaun]

Hello author-nim (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ Love your work on SCM Can I please request for part 3 Yandere SCM god's x reader ?

Yandere Zodiacs Pt3

Synopsis: Finally at home in the heavens, the fem-reader has to learn to play a submissive and compliant role if she wants to survive around 12 gods. Finding out the dark secrets behind her captivity, she finally snaps, leading to a cascade of unfortunate events.

✨Part 1✨ ✨Part 2✨ ✨Part 3✨ ✨Part 4✨

✨Masterlist✨

🩸Yandere Masterlist🩸

Female Goldfish! Warnings: violence, suicide, sexual harassment

A/N: (//∇//) I love you too! You can have all the yandere zodiacs you want! I also tried to give a little more Leo and Partheno so I hope I did that well. Part 3 was getting a bit on the longer side, so I cut it down and decided to make part 4. I'm halfway done part 4 too but I need opinions. 🤔 Do you guys want a good ending or a bad ending? Any specific requests for this or should I just flip a coin to decide your fate? ✨ I'm winging this entire plot so let me know if there are any gods you want more interaction with in the final part!

–Word Count: 12,346–

The day they moved me to the Heavens for good wasn't as bad as I had convinced myself it would be. They gave me a couple of days' notice to accept my fate, but it was still a significant and depressing change from Earth. It was a more considerable change than I was ready for. I wasn't allowed to roam as free as I could on Earth. I was only allowed to venture as I pleased on the floor where our rooms were. It made sense because I was such a fragile human in a dangerous world of gods. Though, they assured me many times that they would keep me safe.

The only thing that hadn't changed was their high expectations of me. I was expected to listen to the gods and be with them as they wished for my company. Fortunately, they weren't always horrible company, and sometimes they gave me my personal space. But sometimes, they just wanted to keep me close.

“You seem tense,” Karno commented, rubbing my arm. He turned slightly toward me as I shifted against him, trying to find another comfortable position since he moved. But he was intent on reading my expression. “Hey, I know this is a big change for you, but it's for the better. It's much cleaner here than on Earth.” He paused before he finally hit the nail on the head, “Are you worried about the other gods?”

“Yes.”

“You trust us, don't you?” He watched my timid nod, and he smiled slightly. “Good. We wouldn't let anyone hurt you. None of the gods here would dare touch you knowing what we would do.”

I hated when they picked up on my depression. Their reassurances never made me feel much better. They were always threatening me or those around me. There was always a lot of emphasis on how they would do anything to keep me safe with them.

I'd once witnessed them take a god’s stars for accidentally plowing into me when Teorus took me on a date. I'd never seen Teorus so terrifying. They didn't listen when I tried to defend the god for the accident, but I just drove myself into a hole of trouble. They accused me of throwing myself onto other men, using it as an excuse to punish me for allowing such a thing to happen–I was trying to defend the god, after all.

Typically, that was how punishments were brought about since I started submitting to them to please them and avoid punishment. They only ever punished me when they misunderstood something because I was sure I didn't deserve their punishments otherwise. But a surprising thing to note was how different the gods had ways of punishing me, even the Wishes gods.

Gods like Huedhaut and Karno were less physical with their lessons and preferred to have me help them with work and the like. I never appreciated a god so much for their leniency.

Gods like Partheno, Tauxolouve, and Leon had more… perverted ways of handling their punishments, but none of them had ever stooped so low as to force me into sex or anything sinful. I was grateful they had at least some modicum of self-control.

Then there were gods like Dui and Aigonorus who gave significantly lighter punishments–or they just let another god handle it entirely. Aigonorus was lazy, after all, and Dui was remarkably softer on me–which Zyglavis constantly reminded me not to abuse Dui’s kindness. Of course, there was always Shadow Dui to consider. He had to be supervised if he ever had a punishment for me, lest he was to kill me accidentally. Being that I was terrified of Shadow Dui, abusing Dui’s kindness was the last thing I planned on doing.

Ichthys was a different breed of god altogether. He was the one to embarrass me in front of everyone as a punishment. That was usually how his punishments worked, so I was no different from his other human targets. He thought it was fun to make me a humiliated mess in front of the other gods–it didn't help that the other gods believed I deserved such treatment for “acting out.” Their smug expressions only egged Ichthys on and made me feel worse.

But then there were the traditional gods like Krioff, Scorpio, and Zyglavis, who claimed to give merciful punishments, but they seemed like the worst punishments to me–as told by the person on the receiving end. They just claimed I would learn better from their punishments and have a less likely chance of repeating my mistake, and that was why they were so “merciful.”

Still, it was rare to get a punishment, as I said. They had to deliberately set me up for failure for me to earn something so cruel. On the other hand, my obedience and good behavior got me rewards from the gods. Some of them were worth trying to please. For instance, Partheno liked to bathe me and lavish me with wonderful scents. The best part was that he was only interested in making sure I was beautiful inside and out for him; he never pressured me into further physical contact. Then, Zyglavis' kisses were rare and soft and showed that he was highly pleased with my behavior. The wishes gods were the ones who gave the best rewards. Though, I had to be careful when they offered me a free wish… Asking for the wrong thing could easily lead to a change of heart and end up with me being punished.

“There you are.” My head snapped up as Partheno called for my attention. Karno also regarded him with curiosity, and he continued, “I was just preparing a nice bath when my goldfish didn't show up like she was supposed to.”

“I- I was with Karno,” I weakly excused myself. In truth, I forgot that Partheno had even offered me a bath. “I'm sorry. It's just earlier than I usually take a bath.”

“It can never be too early for a bath, love,” Partheno waved off my lame excuse, taking my hands to tug me behind him.

I was thankful Karno didn't mind that he was just taking me away like that. Sometimes the gods clashed with each other when spending time with me. I never had any say in the matter, so my opinion was voided regarding who got me. “Partheno?” He hummed, glancing back at me. I tilted my head. “Are you okay with letting me spend time with the other gods?”

He paused, incidentally causing me to walk into him. But he turned to me with a curious tilt of his head. “Are you curious as to if I'm jealous?”

“That- That isn't it.” I quickly shook my head. I didn't need to be sending the wrong message. “I was just wondering. Some of the other gods argue over me, but they never let me help. Like, if Karno had told you, I would stay with him instead of going with you. And then you would have probably got mad, and then Karno would have gotten mad. But I wouldn't have been able to say anything, and you would have fought because whoever I want to hang out with doesn't matter.”

“Of course, your opinion matters,” He let out an airy scoff. “As long as it's the right opinion, of course.”

“I don't understand!” I pouted, only serving to make Partheno amused. But his amusement only made me upset, proving that he didn't care. “I feel like no one cares about me. I'm just here to be passed around for entertainment…”

“(Name),” He took my chin between his fingers, and seeing his face, he was no longer smiling. He probably pitied me. “Of course, we care about you. Otherwise, we wouldn't have gone through so much trouble bringing you here and keeping you safe. You have no idea how much we love you.” I wasn't sure they knew what love was, but I wouldn't tell him otherwise.

Partheno took his time with me, treating me like a goddess rather than their human captive. He made sure I smelled like flowers before he gave me fresh clothes to put on and blow-dried my hair. But I was growing curious. I never asked the gods for anything, and it made me wonder if they would be angry if I were to start demanding things from them. They provided human necessities for me and took care of me. Would they think I was ungrateful if I asked for something? I should start small to test the waters… “Partheno?” He hummed as he finished brushing through my dried hair. “You love me… Right?”

“Darling,” his voice was suddenly admonishing, making me tense up for a moment. “Were you not listening to me? You're such a handful. Of course, I love you. Such a silly question.”

“Um…” I gnawed on my lip before turning to look back at him. “Would you fix my hair for me?”

He was caught off guard by how timid my question was, but his smile widened as he turned my head away from him, grabbing the brush again. “Of course, love. I'll make you look gorgeous. Those other gods won't be able to keep their eyes off of you.”

So they were willing to do things for me. It was probably a matter of asking for the right thing, but the fact that they were willing was enough for me. It made me think about all the things I could ask for that I'd left behind on Earth.

“Ah, perfect,” Partheno sighed, his fingers delicately brushing through my bangs to ensure they weren't in my eyes. “Eye-catching, love. Now, I have work to finish. Would you like to stay with me?”

And watch punishments? No thanks! “N- No, not really. I wanted to show the others how you fixed my hair.”

He nodded his head with an affirmative hum. “Of course, how thoughtless of me. Go on. Show them all how beautiful I've made you. They'll be so jealous.” My cheeks heated up as he leaned down, pecking my lips so gently before pulling away as if nothing had happened. Kisses were surprisingly rare from them, but it made me flustered regardless of how many times their lips met mine.

I offered him a quiet “thank you” before escaping the warm room. He tied my hair up intricately, much like how I would see some of the goddesses with their hair. I would have considered it nice, but there was always the constant feeling that I should keep my distance from them. They acted friendly, but they were my captors, not my friends. Still, things were going smoothly between us, and I wanted to keep it that way.

I was sure the other gods of the palace were fully aware and used to my presence in the Heavens. I was taken out on dates by the other gods often enough that everyone should know me. I was sure it would have been a good thing, but some didn't like how close I was to the gods–namely, jealous goddesses. They were the type of gods who frightened me.

Walking along the designated halls that I could roam through, I paused upon turning a corner. There were the very goddesses I never wanted to meet up with on my own. But still, I wasn't sure why they were there, and I had no intention of speaking to them.

But, I was unlucky in my endeavor to escape as one called out. “Human, come here!” I froze at their summon, but I wasn't sure if I had to listen to them; They weren't the zodiac gods. “The ignorance of the thing.” She muttered, she and the other four goddesses approaching me. “Not listening to a noble goddess, selfishly taking the attention of the gods. The audacity of a filthy human.”

“You're not allowed on this floor,” I pointed out, scrambling to put distance between us. Only, there was nowhere I could run so swiftly. I knew going to the Heavens with the gods would be nothing good. These goddesses were simply jealous of my attention, but little did they know I would give anything to go back home. “It's not like I wanted to be here. It's not my fault…”

There was a scoff, and one said, “Let me guess, it's their fault you're such a wicked human.”

“It's their fault I'm here!”

“Oh?” They glanced at each other. “I was jealous, but with an ungrateful attitude like that, there's no way they'll keep you for very long. Everything they do for you… and you still act like a disgraceful child.”

“Everything they do for me…” I muttered under my breath, no longer worried about their aggressive approach. Still, they looked prepared to harm me if I didn't do something to please them. “Everything they've ever done for me has hurt me! I hate them!” It was bold for me to be yelling things like that, but I didn't know what these goddesses would do to me. Unlike my gods, these were unpredictable, and I knew they would strike if given a chance. Even if it was nothing good, I hoped my shouting would attract someone to shield me from these women. “I hate being here! I hate all of you! You're cold-hearted goddesses that are jealous of a helpless human!”

Her strike was quick and expected, leaving my cheek stinging and hot. Still, it wasn’t as bad as a strike from the other gods, and I could almost laugh at her weakness. But she didn’t relent until she had shoved me to the floor below her. She was glowering down at me when I glared up at her. “A human with so much hate in its heart. How does the Department of Punishments even deal with it?”

“What do you think you’re doing here?”

Our heads flew to the newcomer, and the goddesses became flustered in his presence. “Lord Leon…”

He didn’t address them right away. He lifted me off the ground, staring at me for a long moment as I quickly used him as a shield, gripping his shirt. His eyes then flew back to the goddesses who were standing by awkwardly. “Leave at once. I’ll have your blatant disrespect noted. You’ll be fittingly punished for trespassing in these halls and laying a hand on my goldfish.”

“Lord Leon, we’re so-”

“Enough with your baseless apologies. Leave.” His words were strict, not leaving them with any room to argue. Still, he was amused at how tightly I was gripping his jacket. “Those were some bold words you were screaming.” My hands only seemed to ball tighter into his coat at the prospect that he was angry at what I said. “It’s hard to believe you hate me that much with how you’re clinging to me for protection.”

“But you lied to me,” I responded quietly, catching him off guard. “You told me I’d be safe in the Heavens.”

I was right; he knew that. They screwed up. Still, this incident wouldn’t be an excuse for me to beg to go home. They had to fix this and get some trust instilled back into me. “I don’t want to hear that out of your mouth again,” he snapped, his hand suddenly feeling much heavier on my shoulder. “I’m here, aren’t I? Didn’t I step in to protect you? What are you being ungrateful for? Maybe I should let those jealous goddesses have at you.”

Grasping the back of my shirt to pull me away from him, I only desperately held onto him tighter. “No! I’m sorry!” Leon usually wasn’t one to throw around threats and not live up to them. If he suddenly stepped aside and left me vulnerable, I’d be hounded by the bloodthirsty gods. “Please, don’t leave me, Leo. They were ready to really hurt me.”

He huffed at how softly I said his name. I was terrified enough, thanks to those ignorant women. It was his turn to step in and show how relying on the zodiac gods was the best thing to do. “I will protect you from those vicious women that call themselves ‘noble’ goddesses. You don’t need to rely on anyone but us to save you. Just put your faith in us.” Leaning toward me, he tilted my chin up, his face only inches away from mine. “You can do that, can’t you? How much do you trust me?”

There was only one correct answer, and he waited for it as his thumb gently traced my jawline. “With my life.”

The corners of his lips curled upward. “That’s a good girl.” His lips were soft as he enveloped mine. He salvaged this situation, but there was still work to be done.

***

They made their plan after those goddesses had come to harass me. They had a meeting excluding me, deciding to block off that part of the palace from uninvited gods. It was the best course of action, considering I could roam free in those few halls, and they weren’t about to take me back to Earth.

“Hey, (Name),” Teorus called as he opened the door of my room with his princely smile. “How are you doing? Feeling better?”

Teorus was a god I had seen less of before the goddess incident. While most of the other gods were single, they had focused their attention on me rather than the other goddesses. Teorus still gave the goddesses his love since he always said he had enough to share. But since the incident, he had been spending more time with me and giving those goddesses the cold shoulder, as if to personally punish them for their actions.

But I hadn’t left the floor since they declared it blocked off. I hadn’t left my room much without an escort, and I started to feel as trapped as when I was first stuck in the mansion. I shook my head, looking back at Teorus. “It’s quiet in here… Can we go outside?”

At first, he was surprised by my request, but he was glad I was getting over my fear of being around other gods. “Only if you promise to hold my hand. I can’t have you getting lost.”

I nodded my head, silently agreeing to his terms. The minute I got to the door, he waited for me to make the first move, seeing if I would hold up to my promise on my own. But when I saw that he was just walking away after closing my door, I quickly ran to catch up with him. My hand latched around his as if he were the only thing between me and cruel death. It was their fault I was in this dangerous place, so I would abuse their desire to have me near them. I would make sure they couldn't leave me by myself by keeping a firm hold of them.

It was equally quiet outside. The birds were faintly chirping in the trees, but other than that, it was void of gods. I pointed over to the pavilion in the center of the garden. “I want to sit there. I'm tired.”

“Huh? Okay…” He replied slowly and suspiciously. We hadn't walked that far. He didn't think humans got tired quickly, but he granted my wish. It was when we were sitting there that he casually commented, “Doesn't this make us feel more like a couple? Here, you should lean on me if you're tired.”

His arm was wrapped firmly around my waist, not allowing room for argument. He pulled me up against him, letting me lean my head on his shoulder. It was moments like these that made me wonder if things could have been different. His comment stirred a thought in me, and I wondered what things could have been like if they hadn't locked me up like a prisoner. What if they had been humane about it? Could I have fallen in love with gods?

The thought was entertaining, but I was determined to keep an emotional distance as things were. I would use them for protection and to get things I needed to live. It was no different from how they used me for whatever sick thoughts were in their heads. Did they actually believe this was love?

***

It was another day of staying in my room. Since yesterday, no one had come to get me after Zyglavis firmly said I wasn't to leave my room until told otherwise. It made me wonder if something was going on. But a whole day had passed, surely it was all over, and I could return to business as usual. Besides, they only gave me food yesterday, and my stomach was starting to growl.

Carefully, I poked my head out of my room, peering up and down the hall, searching for a god. I hated how much I had to rely on them, but this wasn't going to be forever. Right? I convinced myself that this was only temporary and that I'd be able to go home one day. I just had to satisfy them until then.

Creeping out of the room, I carefully walked down the hall. The sooner I could make it back to my room, the better. I didn't want to be out on my own, so I made a quick trip down the hall and to the living room. Quietly, I cracked open the door, slipping myself in. But I froze.

My eyes were wide on the gods before me. It took them a moment to recognize me, but I recognized them in a split second. These were the gods who kidnapped me and tried to kill me. They were the ones who destroyed my home, forcing me to live with the gods and move to the Heavens. They were there, calmly chatting with Partheno, Tauxolouve, Dui, and Huedhaut. Were they friends? Of course, the gods were behind this the whole time! Huedhaut was brilliant; I bet he came up with this plan to lure me into trusting them with my life. All they needed to do was get a few gods to try and kill me so they could look like the heroes.

My feet were already instinctively backing me away when they noticed me. Partheno looked panicked upon realizing that I walked in at the wrong time. They had to rectify this immediately, especially after seeing my state. “(Name); hold on. We can explain. These are-”

“You're working with them…” My voice was quiet, cracking slightly as my wavering hands balled into fists, ready to fight anyone who got close. They were behind this the whole time! I wasn't in any real danger; they were the ones putting me in danger. They put on a show to scare me into feeling like I had nowhere else to go. They backed me into a corner like wolves, only to disguise themselves like deceitful sheep once they had me where they wanted me. “You're the ones who have been ruining my life! You've been pulling these strings behind the scenes! You've been lying this whole time!”

“There's no need to raise your voice at us,” Dui awkwardly tried to reprimand me. “If you would calm down and let us explain-”

“E- Explain?” I stuttered out, furious at the scene before me. “Explain what?! That you were the ones that almost got me killed so you could manipulate me into trusting you and obeying you?! I'm tired of your bull shit! You're a bunch of lying demons!” I wasn't going to obey them now. I wasn't going to lower my voice. I wasn't going to stop as I turned to leave.

“Come back here!”

But I ran despite their calls for me to stop. I ran past Aigonorus in the hall, though he might have been sleepwalking, considering it took him a minute to realize I just ran past him. “What… Hey. Where are you running?” It took him yet another moment to figure out I was running from other gods, and he put two and two together, realizing I was doing something I wasn't supposed to. “I'll go get Leo and the others.”

I didn't care who he got. I was going to be long gone. Running from the palace, I wasn't sure where I was going. I was introduced to many places in the Heavens, but none where they wouldn’t be able to find me. I was tired of this, of them. But they would never let me go, even if I had learned their horrible secret. These wolves had shed their sheepskin. Was the only other option left to me death? It would be a permanent way to get rid of my problem.

I was out of options. I didn't have anyone else that could help me. I was lost and alone, exactly as they intended for me to be.

There were so many up and down inclines. But I was growing exhausted from my constant running. The only thing that kept me going was the pure adrenaline rushing through me.

“(Name)!” They were still calling for me. Aigonorus had alerted all 12 of them about what was happening, even if he didn't know why. He just knew that I was trying to escape again. But he didn't know that I would escape this time–maybe not the way I wanted to, but I would escape.

Still, I promised myself, this was the last time.

I heard them faintly behind me as I finally lost my footing, the ground disappearing past the cliff I was on. Only… I don't remember what happened after that. I fainted from fear before I could hit the rocks below.

It was dark the entire time I was… there. Wherever I was, I assumed it was a world between life and death, but what would I know? It felt like I was trapped in darkness for too long. There was no way to tell time. One thought blended into the next, and I wondered if I would be there forever. Part of me was afraid of my new prison, but another was relieved. I finally escaped, didn't I? I would never be used and manipulated like that again. Gods were no better than humans or demons. I hoped they would all meet their ends as well.

But I felt a searing pain in my head. My head? Did I have one of those in death? Apparently so with how much it burned. It felt like my head would burst like a volcano at any given moment. But I couldn't feel my body. I couldn't reach up and soothe my pain; I couldn't move at all–which is why I was convinced I didn't have a body.

My headache was constant in the dark world. I thought it might have been my soul in pain, but this was a very human headache, and I had no idea how long I had had it.

But finally, I felt something other than the pain in my head. My chest was also feeling funny. I could feel the pressure of fabric every time my chest rose and fell. But what was I feeling? Was my dead soul trying to manifest itself into a solid form? Was I turning into a ghost with feelings? But I could breathe; ghosts didn't need to breathe… Right?

Slowly, sensation returned to the rest of my body, and I recognized how tired I was. My body was heavily weighted as though it hadn't moved in centuries. Still, I forced my limbs to move. I needed to find out where I was.

On cue with my body, my eyes finally peeked open, and my first thoughts were how I wasn't dead. I didn't understand how I could be lying in a bed after everything. But I did know one thing for sure… I was ravenous. It felt like I hadn't eaten in years.

I turned my head slightly, my eyes narrowing on the room around me. It wasn't any of the Gods' rooms, and it certainly wasn't my room. I had never seen this one before. It wasn't that big compared to the other rooms I'd been in. It might have been half the size of any of the Gods' rooms, with just a chair, a coffee table, and a bed to fill it. Turning my head toward the window, I noted that it was the middle of the day, but something shiny on my bed caught my attention.

Slowly sitting up, my eyes widened at the slight tug I felt on my neck, the golden chain on my bed following my movements. Tears welled in my eyes as I frantically tugged on the chain. It didn't hurt my neck to pull on it so violently, which told me they were ensuring I couldn't harm myself in this room. Following the chain, I grabbed its base by the wall and started to tug on it furiously. I planted my feet on the wall beside it to try and pry it from the wall, but it never budged.

I was supposed to be dead! How could they do this to me again?! I put all my frustration into pulling at the chain. I tried using various objects to break the chain, but I only ended up splintering the chair and flipping the table against the wall since it was too heavy to drag toward the chain. I cried in frustration, my room looking as unkempt as I felt.

I hated them. I would never forgive them. Everything was their fault. The frustrated tears flowed with my sniffles as I curled beside the bed. I was just out of reach of the splintered wood but out of sight from the door. The chain lay on the floor for me to glare at it. They barely treated me like a person to begin with; this was just an all-new low.

I listened as the door creaked open and footsteps scurried in. After they assessed the situation, they no sooner left the room. I wasn't sure how long I waited for someone to come after that, but the room was silent aside from my sniffles. It was another few minutes before the door opened again. “You’re awake.” My skin crawled at hearing the voice of a god. Zyglavis was standing just on the other side of the bed. “You've destroyed the room we've given you. Its condition is up to you. We will not be fixing it.”

“I don't want anything from you,” I hissed at him, not getting up to look at him. I knew the minute I laid eyes on him, I’d want to kill him with my own two hands–a feat I knew would be impossible to accomplish.

“Stubborn,” He muttered, making his way around the bed to view my pathetic form. I was dressed in the simple white t-shirt and pants they gave me. “Foolish goldfish. Even attempting to end your own life will not steal you from us. Death will not do us part, love.” I knew as much. They saved me from death yet again. It only served to anger me further, though. “You wouldn’t be here if you had listened when I told you to stay in your room. Your further behavior will determine how long you are to be punished here.”

How could he have anticipated my next move? The longer he spoke, the more fired up I got. I couldn't stand hearing his voice as he continued to tell me how my life was going to be. He expected me to lash out, but he didn't think I'd grow the nerve to strike at him. My fist sent his head reeling to the side. He probably wasn't struck too hard by a human, but the shock made him react so slowly.

I winced as his hand latched around my wrist, but it didn't stop my series of defiant kicks and punches. I was going to lash out at him with all the strength I had. “I don't care! I was supposed to die! How can you manage to take everything from me?! I- Agh!” My vision spun after a harsh blow struck my head. My skull made a quiet thud against the floor, and I struggled to shake off the sudden punishment.

He glared down at me impassively. “You’re acting like a pathetic wild creature that must be tamed.” He sneered as I lifted myself onto my knees, still willing to fight him. “It's not beyond us to keep you like this forever.” I collapsed again as he struck another harsh blow to the top of my head, moving much too fast for me to avoid him. But I groaned as he gripped my chin, his fingers digging painfully into my cheeks. “We can bring you back from death on a whim, so do not doubt that we can break you and mold you as we please. We love you, and won't allow this to continue.”

“I told you… I don't care! Maybe you didn't hear me!” I didn't care about anything they did. I couldn't die, but I also couldn't live, so what was the point in giving them what they wanted? “You ruined my life with your twisted love. I'm not going to make yours easy just because you had the nerve to bring me back.”

His fingers snapped, and the minute the noise registered in my ears, he already let me crumple to the ground. It was his favorite punishment. My organs twisted painfully inside of me. It hurt enough to cry out about it, but it wasn't enough to render me unconscious. That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted me to suffer.

“Karno was going to bring you a meal later… But I'll let him know to bring that beastly lion with him.” With that information, he left me alone to suffer in silence.

I wasn't sure what kind of threat that was, but I knew I wouldn't enjoy facing off against both Leon and Karno. I couldn't move with the torture to my organs, but I swore I would make their visit just as bad as Zyglavis’. I would let them know I hated them wholeheartedly.

Minutes… Maybe a few hours had passed since he left me in pain. It waned and grew, drawing whines and screams out of me. But no one came to relieve the agony. Not until the short knock on the door and two pairs of feet walked in. I flinched at the snap of fingers, but all that happened was my torture ebbing away.

Karno tilted his head as he observed me with a plate in his hands. “That looks sufficient. Will you behave long enough to eat?”

“I don't want your food.”

The response was immediate, but Leon was prepared for my defiance. “You don't let him feed you, and I promise you won't enjoy having an angry god force you to eat.”

“I don't want your food,” I said with twice as much emphasis on my broken words.

It was silent between us, the air thick. It was expected for me to act out, but Karno at least thought I'd accept standard human necessities. With that assumption in mind, he made the mistake of getting too close to a wrathful, agonized human. As soon as he was close enough to try and feed me, I lashed out and threw the bowl out of his hands, the glass shattering on the floor and mixing with its oatmeal-looking contents.

Before Karno could react, Leon already pinned me to the floor, livid that I'd struck at his vice-minister. They'd emotionally manipulated me before. I wasn't going to let them do it again. I wasn't going to back down. I didn't care how much it hurt–and it was painful to go up against gods.

They didn't take my refusal to eat kindly. Leon's hand wrapped firmly in my hair, keeping me in place as he forced my jaw to open and close himself. He made sure I couldn't spit out anything Karno gave me, making sure I swallowed everything between spoonfuls. They knew as well as I did that it wouldn't be healthy for me not to eat. But that was the point, wasn't it? I didn't want to eat. I didn't want to be near them, and it frustrated me.

When they left, my room was still a disaster. Shards of wood and shredded fabric littered the floor, and the bowl of food Karno initially had stayed spilled where it was by the wall. I didn't want this. I didn't want any of it. I hated that they forced me to eat. I hated them. After stewing around the bed for a few minutes, I decided I wouldn't take it. I had to do everything I could to spite them.

I stared down at my hands for a moment. I'd never done this sort of thing before, but I wouldn't let them get away with this. My hand was shaking as I stuck my fingers as far into my mouth as they could go, trying desperately to trigger my gag reflex. I choked and coughed, struggling to accomplish a painful task. But the heaving came fast; the food they gave me quickly joined the rest of the spoiled food on the floor.

It wasn't healthy, and it felt worse, coupled with Zyglavis’ previous punishment. The stomach acid made my throat sore, but I didn't dwell on it. I was exhausted, and the sun gave way to the night sky. Oh, how I hated the night sky.

I fell asleep, glaring hatefully at the stars that littered the darkness.

***

“You damn thing!”

“Scorpio, calm down.”

“We're gonna let the damn goldfish kill itself?!”

“No. We're going to fix this.” Zyglavis paused. “I'll handle training this goldfish personally.”

I heard their voices from the door of my room, but I never moved to acknowledge them. It was better to pretend they weren't there at all. The thought of having Zyglavis train me made my heart race in fear. Leon had always played ‘training’ games with me when I was alone with him, but I had a feeling Zyglavis would be nothing like Leon.

Finally, only one god walked into my room. “Get up, stupid woman. Zyglavis has enough of your bull shit.” I instantly sat up at the clicking of the chain, but no sooner did Scorpio have it wrapped in his hand. He grabbed the base of it near my neck and mercilessly pulled me behind him. It wasn’t that it hurt my neck or anything–they ensured it wouldn't–it was the fact that he didn't wait for me to get my footing. He was half-dragging my stumbling form to the living room, where the other gods were gathered.

As soon as Scorpio was sitting on the sofa, he released the base of the chain but kept the end of it wound around his hand in case I tried anything stupid like running.

But I didn't have the chance to think through my options before Leon took the end of my collar in his hand, yanking me up to his seat where I didn't expect anything good with the sneer he was giving me. “All we expected was for you to be good and listen. We didn't expect godly feats out of an unintelligent goldfish. Still, you disrespect and disobey us. Do you think I was pleased when I found out what you did to the food that Karno and I took our time to feed you? You ungrateful brat.” His fingers wove in my unkempt hair, drawing a whimper out of me as he shoved my face down onto his thigh. “Would you like it if I fed you something else?! I'd force you to keep it down this time.”

My heart raced as I contemplated his meaning. I wish I didn't think so hard about it because the thought brought tears to my eyes. I knew Leon was one of the more dangerous gods to cross. He would do unspeakable things given a chance. “No,” I tried to deny him. Maybe I could preserve my power of consent at the very least.

“What?” He sounded mocking, only drawing my face closer to his crotch. I shut my eyes, but I couldn't pull away from the hold he had on me. My hands, feebly pushing away at his legs, couldn't give me enough room between us. “Imagine, you could get out of all of this punishment if you'd accept what I was giving you. It isn't that hard. Besides, I'm offering you a little snack. It's the last thing you'll certainly get in a long time.”

But my chain was yanked, and I fell back onto the ground when Leon’s hand untangled from my hair. This time, it wasn't Scorpio holding my chain, it was Karno, and Karno looked scarier than I ever recalled seeing him. “That's enough, Leo. You know you can't get this goldfish out of punishment regardless of what you have her do.” He knelt on the ground, gesturing me closer as if I were a timid puppy. Not that he was surprised when I didn't move. He simply tugged on the chain, forcing me to crawl over to his kneeling form, where he softly caressed my cheek. “We will leave your training up to the Chief Minister of Punishments. That sounds fair, doesn't it? I suppose it's up to you how long this training will take. Or, perhaps, regardless of how much you beg and promise to obey us, he'll continue your training. He'll push you to the brink until you believe the words coming out of your own mouth.”

“An apt assumption, Karno,” Zyglavis praised as he finally joined the rest of the gods, gazing down at me with cold eyes. His eyes were those of a man that learned from past mistakes. Offering humans mercy was not an option if he wanted them to learn. “I will not cease for even a moment until any and all thoughts of disobedience are silenced. You will be rewarded for good behavior throughout your training. Any acting out will have grave consequences.”

That wasn't fair. He was treating me like a dog. They were all treating me this way. They were all watching, wanting me to accept my position so this could be over with and we could go back to the way things were before. I was a good goldfish before I tried to leave them. They just wanted that back.

But I was tired of being docile and letting them do what they wanted. I was tired of them. I wanted to go home; I wanted to die; I wanted anything away from them.

Maybe they'd grow tired of ‘training’ me if I kept doing the opposite of what they wanted. They had lied to me countless times before. I wanted out of there.

Suddenly lunging on Karno, I caused a stir in the gods. He was surprised enough to let go of my chain once I'd knocked him down onto his back. Almost immediately, I scrambled to get away, bunching the chain in my arms. I paused as Krioff was standing at the door, blocking my exit. But Ichthys was also behind me, leaving me nowhere to go. I knew it was a long shot to steal my chain and try to run. But at least I didn't have them tugging my neck all over.

Warily, I backed away from them, only finding myself in the living room corner. It wasn't a much better situation I found myself in. “Come on,” Ichthys coaxed as he slowly approached me. None of the other gods had moved just yet. “Fighting is only going to make us angry.”

I didn't care about making them angry at this point. I just wanted them to stop. My heart jumped in my throat when Ichthys lunged at me. Only my reflexes got me out of the way in time.

I wasn't entirely sure how it happened. It wasn't a conscious thought; my body moved on its own, and no sooner did I have Ichthys pulled on top of me, the chain wrapped around his neck. It took all of my strength to hold him back. But it didn't take long for him to stop his fighting, his hands fumbling with the chain around his neck.

“Is this what you want to do?” A voice broke through my fear-hazed mind.

My eyes searched around, my gaze meeting that of Zyglavis. So finally, I said, “No, no! I just want to go home! I didn't want any of this! I didn't want to hurt anyone.”

“You don't want this blood on your hands?” He asked with a tilted head, noting my frozen state. Even Ichthys had stopped moving above me as if I had already killed him. “Ichthys is the only mortal among us gods. For you to kill such a young god… I imagine that's something that would haunt you.”

“I…” I paused. He wasn't wrong. My heart was thudding harshly against my rib cage at the thought of ending someone's life. But really, all of these gods deserved to die. They were cruel. They didn't deserve to be as powerful as they were. “I just want to go home,” I repeated. “Let me go home.” Let me go home, and I won't kill him. That's what I wanted to say, but the threat wouldn't come out. I couldn't kill someone.

“You think you have the right to bargain with us in your situation? Kill him or not; you know what will happen, and we’re not feeling overly patient.” Meaning I couldn’t die no matter what path I chose. This lack of choices pissed me off. I was only stalling for time when it came down to it.

“Did you know…” Huedhaut spoke up from the side of the room, his arms crossed as he watched me. The room was quiet, so his factual tone was quite startling. “The head is the reason humans maintain their balance. Your brain is constantly signaling where your center of balance is located. It’s how humans can move without falling this way and that.” My eyes narrowed in confusion, and my grip loosened on the useless chains in my hands as he continued his rant. “So, you see, it was clever of me to come up with giving you a collar rather than shackles on your limbs. As we would have it, whichever way we pull your little head, your body will naturally follow.” I shut my eyes as he snapped his fingers, but I found myself back on my feet with the chain gone from my hands. A tug from it sent me reeling back, falling onto the floor. I scrambled to get back up, but another harsh yank ensured that I couldn’t find my footing. “Do you see?”

I turned, finding Huedhaut with the end of the chain in his hands. He enjoyed tormenting me as much as tormenting the other gods on a good day. Only, I knew that none of them were feeling too merciful with me. “Hue…”

His low chuckles were unsettling. “Are you already going to begin your pleading? I was disappointed not to be included in your training, but I feel Zyglavis knows what he’s doing. Besides, I might just be the last bit of comfort you receive in a long while.” He kneeled in front of me, leaning closer as his fingers rested under my chin. But I clenched my jaw in frustration. I pulled away from him as I shoved at his chest. He hummed in confusion, gazing at me.

I bowed my head, ready to headbutt him if he tried to kiss me again. My voice was shaky as I defiantly said, “I don’t want your comfort. I don’t want anything from any of you.”

This time, his hum was one of amusement, and he tilted his head. “I’ll have to test that determination of yours once you’ve thoroughly begun your training.” He dropped the chain beside him, leaving me tensed up on the floor. I was confused about why he would just leave the chain like that, but I soon realized it was connected to another wall, just out of reach of the sofas. Was the living room where he wanted to train me? What was he even planning on doing?

My eyes flitted around for the god in question, and I finally found him conversing with Karno. My gaze seemed to call to him, and he immediately glanced in my direction. “I suppose you’re ready then.”

His face was as expressionless as I recalled seeing when he worked in his room. It gave me no hints about his plan, but when he snapped his fingers, I should have expected the familiar pain to blossom within my abdomen, making me hunch over. I was familiar with this punishment; what was so different that it would suddenly make me obey them?

I made too many wrong assumptions about their new plan for me. The last time they punished me severely was because I snuck out onto the balcony without permission. This was much bigger than that, and as much as I wanted to avoid it, I had to face the consequences of my actions. They would get tired eventually, right?

But apparently, I was placed in the living room since they wanted to work simultaneously and watch my progress. But even more sadistic than that, Zyglavis wanted me to be aware of the passage of time while I suffered.

I noted how we started early in the morning, so it continued for hours when I finally recognized the stars outside. Gods continuously came in and out of the room, almost ignoring my writhing and whimpering. The only one that remained on the sofa nearly constantly was Zyglavis. He was in charge of this, overseeing every moment of it.

My eyes widened as he suddenly snapped his fingers, and the pain ebbed away enough for me to stop wriggling uncomfortably. “Are you tired yet? Humans are usually well asleep at this hour.” His question was met with silence, though he knew the obvious answer. “Good. I need you both physically and mentally exhausted if I'm to get through to you. Let's continue then.” His fingers snapped, and a cry of agony escaped my lips. This was a new sensation that I wasn't familiar with, but if I had to describe it, I would say it felt like being impaled by a sword with a ragged edge.

That, coupled with his previous form of punishment, made me feel like my mind would be the next thing to go. It was maddening to feel external pain from something that wasn't even there. To make my situation worse, it was non-stop suffering. I couldn't stay still enough to get even a wink of sleep. I watched the sunrise and sunset too many times. The gods had stopped to talk to me often, but I couldn't do anything but lay there in my despair.

Was this better than what we had before? So what if they lied to me? At least they were taking care of me. I wasn't in pain for days on end. Why weren't they taking care of me anymore? My mind was too muddled with pain to recall why I was suffering. Why was I being punished again? Because I ran away? Why did I run away from them? They were plotting with the gods that tried to kill me. They were all liars and damn good manipulators.

But what did it matter? I shook my head. Why was I fighting them again? It was only making more trouble than I could handle. Was this going to keep happening if I didn't apologize? When would he stop? Did he have a predetermined schedule for me?

“Wake up. You've rested enough.” The voice sounded muffled, and I wondered where it was coming from. As I opened my eyes, my head was pounding, finding Zyglavis standing above me. Did I fall asleep? When did the pain stop? But immediately, I was struck by the fear that he would soon start again. “Do you want food?” He knelt beside me, but instantly, I tried to scuttle my pained body away. “Stop moving. You'll not be punished right now. Are you hungry?”

I was starving, but I couldn't decide on what to do. What kind of answer did he want? Would he feed me if I said yes, or would he starve me to get his point across further? What was his point again? All this pain and suffering distracted me from why this was even happening. But when he suddenly shifted, a whimper left my lips as my hand darted out to grasp his pants leg weakly. If he left, the pain would start again, wouldn't it? Quietly, I was able to get out one hoarse word, “Yes.”

He hummed in approval of my answer. Despite my pain, he didn't hesitate to move me into a sitting position against him. He wasn't affected in the least bit as he broke off pieces of a bar he held in his hand to feed me himself.

For some reason, I didn't mind my position. There was a tiny spark inside of me that was yelling at me to fight, to do something. A furious feeling nagged at my heart, pressuring me to act. But I was in pain and hungry, so I was eating.

So, the feeling continued to nag at me until it manifested into thought, you're going to sit here and let them do this again? You're going to be compliant with them? They'll never send you home if you cooperate with them.

Abruptly, my hand shot up, catching Zyglavis’ wrist. I was too tired to fight him, which caused frustration to well up in me. I was doing this so I could go home. I couldn't believe I had almost forgotten why I was fighting him. All of my memories were muddled, making me wonder if that had something to do with their powers. Would I just forget again and again until the memories and feelings were gone completely?

Zyglavis sighed above me with my tight grip on his wrist, no longer allowing him to feed me. “It seems you still haven't learned, have you? Not to worry, we have time.”

Time indeed. He left me again after that, returning me to my pained state of panic. However, this time, it wasn't just the punishment I had grown accustomed to. It changed and twisted on occasion. Aside from feeling like I was being stabbed to death, my joints simultaneously felt dislocated. At first, I was determined to keep my mission in the forefront of my mind, but that only grew harder as the days wore on. I remembered a brief moment, fleeting in my growing agony. Zyglavis returned after so long. I couldn't remember his question, but I remember begging for him to stop. I screamed louder, wanting him to hear me. The tears flooded my eyes as he walked away yet again.

How long ago was that? Why was he doing this again? I didn't think I deserved to be treated so cruelly–or maybe I did; I couldn't remember. Perhaps I did deserve their wrath.

The pain had stopped some time ago, giving me time to sleep and recover. No one had spoken to me since the pain stopped. They left me alone in the living room, where I accustomed myself to moving my tortured joints. But the main thing I did was sleep.

I was still sleeping when someone called out to me, “(Name).” My muscles were sore and aching thanks to my awkward position on the floor. I shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but I paused at finding someone's legs under my head. I curiously peeked up, but I quickly averted my gaze at meeting Huedhaut’s eyes. “I brought you something to eat.”

Quietly, I accepted it as he helped me sit up from my uncomfortable position. The bowl was nothing bigger than my hand, and he watched me devour the gritty-looking oatmeal. The bowl and spoon were shaking in turn with my body, but he didn't ask if I was cold or not. He wasn't worried about my comfort. I was eating of my own free will, which was a good sign in Huedhaut’s opinion. But after putting the bowl down, I still refused to meet his eyes, which made him uncertain of what was going through my head. Before he could ask anything, my broken voice met his ears, “Thank you… I probably didn't deserve any food.”

He tilted his head. He hardly ever saw me acting so demure. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I-” My voice got caught up in my throat when I tried to speak, and I wrapped my arms around myself. “I can't remember. It was horrible. I had to have done something terrible. They wouldn't…” I trailed off, unsure if it was safe to ask my question. What if I got an answer I didn't like? It wasn't like I could do anything about it. “They wouldn't hurt me like that without a reason… Right? I don't want to do that again.”

“Never without reason,” he acknowledged. Huedhaut was pleased that I had at least learned something, even if they forced me to forget the very reason for this punishment. “You should be thankful to Zyglavis for doing this for you. Without his guidance, I imagine you would remain trouble to us, and your pain would last much longer than you can probably bear to think.”

I nodded my head despite the tears in my eyes. I prayed this would never have to be repeated. “I- I don't remember. He was trying to teach me, but I don't remember what happened. What if it happens again? I don't want to do this again.” Finally, my saddened eyes looked up, and the sight of my distress tugged Huedhaut’s heart.

“We'll make sure this never happens again, won't we?” Taking advantage of the situation was his best option. “You'll behave for us, and you won't need any of those painful punishments. You trust us, after all, don't you?” I nodded my head in time with his words. I would never have to go through anything like this again.

“Look who’s finally awake.” Leon’s voice drawled as he took a seat on his chair, vaguely gesturing for me to go over.

At first, I hesitated, earning some harsh glares in return. But when realizing the collar around my neck was gone, I didn't waste any time shuffling over to his side as silently demanded. Only I took two steps before my legs gave out beneath me, and I found myself back in Huedhaut’s arms. “How weak. It looks like you'll have to rely on us for now.”

Leon didn't invite me to sit on his lap, but he did want me close to him as he passed his fingers through my messy hair. Something flared an urgent feeling of fear in me at this familiar position I found myself in: sitting in front of him, his fingers in my hair… My head begged me to recall how he threatened to defile my mouth, but I only remembered snippets of it. My hands were still shaking as I nervously asked, “Did I make you angry?”

He lifted an eyebrow, but he didn't answer me. The clear answer was yes; I wouldn't be scared for no reason. There was always a reason behind everything these gods did; that was what I took from my punishment. “You think you made me angry? I've never been more infuriated.” A whine escaped my lips as he took my chin in his hand, bringing my face closer to him so he could peer into my eyes. “Tell me. How does it feel to have the mark of Leo? Can you feel its power in you? Do you feel the unbreakable bond you've forced between us?”

“What?” Did he do something to me that I wasn't aware of?

“You don't remember?” He asked, knowing very well I had no idea what he was referencing.

“Leo,” Huedhaut said in warning. Reminding me of what happened was the complete opposite of what Zyglavis wanted. It was better for me to forget and start again.

“What? You think she shouldn't know?” Leon hissed, his fingers digging into my jaw. “This ungrateful little thing ran away. She's only here because of my stars.” I'd only heard a handful of times how Huedhaut giving the stars from his eye was the reason I existed. There shouldn't have been any reason for them to provide me with their stars. But Leon was grinning at the despair that wavered in my gaze, glimmering as brightly as the stars he could see. His fingers gently wiped the tears forming in the corner of my eyes. “I now understand how pleasing it is to have a physical mark on you. This eye shines more prominently to me now. But you look frightened. Tell me, are you displeased to have my stars?”

“N- No,” I quickly responded as he pulled away. “I just- I died because I ran away?” My lost eyes were glued onto Leon, searching for answers he was willing to give me, unlike the other gods.

He only nodded with the sickening smirk that crossed his face. “You got yourself killed because you foolishly disobeyed us. You were mercilessly punished because it's our duty to protect you as your gods. Do you understand yet? Everything that's happened is a product of your stupidity.”

“I'm sorry,” the apologies continued to slip from my mouth as the tears trailed down my cheeks. It was my fault he had to give up his stars. I was foolish; I was stupid. The prospect of death scared me when I forgot how peaceful those few moments were. “I won’t-” My voice cracked as I held onto Leon like a lifeline. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

His hand settled comfortably on my head. He knew I wouldn't do it again.

Things went back to normal for the most part after they finished assessing me. Making sure I was submissive to them was a frustrating process for me but a necessary one for them. I learned to talk less and listen more when in their company. It was better for them if I just stopped trying so hard. I would never leave, and I resigned myself to everything they told me.

***

“(Name)? We finally found you!” I sat up in bed at the sudden yelling in my room, but I was alarmed that someone was ushering me out of it. I knew Ichthys was an overly-excited god, but none of them were allowed in my room, and I panicked at the sudden intrusion.

I frantically pulled away from him, making him release me in surprise. “What are you doing? Get out! You’re not supposed to be in here!”

My impulsive shouting made me shrink back in fear, and I instantly scampered to get out of his proximity. “(Name)...”

“I- I’m sorry,” I weakly stuttered, ready for him to lash out at any moment. “I didn’t mean to yell. You scared me. None of you are supposed to come in here.”

“You don’t have to be scared,” he spoke softly as he hesitantly reached out his hand to me. “We’re here to take you home.”

I tensed up at his false promise. “Please, don’t,” I begged, “I said I was sorry. Please, don’t talk about home. The other gods get so mad…”

“Ichthys, what’s taking so long?” Krioff stuck his head in the door, and I instantly averted my gaze, afraid to see if he had overheard anything we were saying. “We don’t have that much time here. Come on.”

“She’s scared; give me a minute.”

“I don’t think we have a minute.”

Krioff left the door again, and Ichthys was left alone, gazing at me with… pity? That wasn’t right. Usually, he’d laugh and make fun of me for getting so scared over a little prank. “This is important, and I don’t have time to explain everything. I need you to come with me.”

It was bad enough that I raised my voice at him; I couldn’t very well deny him too. “Can I get ready first? It’s the middle of the night.”

“No time,” was his quick response as he snapped his fingers, dressing me himself. He then stole my hand as he pulled me out of the room, but he had to pause at who was in front of us. “Scorpio…?”

Scorpio sneered. “The hell are you doing in the goldfish’s room? And you,” He turned his sharp attention to me, making me shrink back in fear. “What the hell are you doing out of bed?”

“I’m sorry,” came the instant apology. “I didn’t mean to. I’ll go back. Ichthys dragged me out.”

But no matter how I tried to pull my hand out of Ichthys', his hold was firm as he had a staring contest with Scorpio. I wasn’t unfamiliar with the gods fighting over me, but usually, the younger gods relented when it came to the older gods.

“Hold on!” A familiar voice called from down the hall. My eyes widened. It was another Ichthys. “That’s an imposter trying to steal (Name)!”

My gaze focused on the hand of the Ichthys holding me. My struggle was useless, just as it would have been on the real Ichthys. So, regardless of who this was, he was still a god. My helpless eyes met Scorpio’s pissed ones. “Scorpio…” This wasn’t my fault. They were supposed to be the ones protecting me from other gods.

“I told you we were out of time,” Krioff shouted at us, his flames suddenly engulfing the air around us. Ichthys pulled me into his arms with my startled scream. Now, Scorpio and my Ichthys were cut off behind a wall of impassible flames. “Back to the door,” Krioff ordered without a moment wasted. Ichthys lifted me over his shoulder, making me grip his shirt for stability as they stole me away from my gods.

But my eyes landed on someone who always seemed to show up at the last minute. “Leo!” He was approaching languidly from down the hall, his eyes glowing angrily. The god holding me turned around to view this new enemy coming to stop them. The air was tense and crackling with power. They weren’t that far from the door they needed to get to. But they knew Leon would cut them off the second they got close to escaping with me.

“What a joke,” a mocking voice said from behind us. Ichthys had set me down in case the need arose for a fight, but another Leon had emerged from the door that they were planning on taking me through. “I’ll handle this half-assed version of me. They couldn’t even give him the power to match.”

This Leon was friends with this Ichthys and Krioff, meaning that he had to have been fake as well. But I was growing anxious that these imposters would win. Impulsively, I screamed with tears running down my face, “You lied! You lied to me!” My shouting was stirring up repressed memories in my head. I had accused them of similar things before. “You told me you would protect me!” Ichthys had to wrap his arms around my waist to keep me from running to Leon who was walking toward them threateningly. “You lied! I won’t forgive you! You lied!” The mark of Leo pulsated in my eye, and for a moment, the Leon impostor turned his head to glance at me in surprise.

“Don’t worry,” my Leon attracted all the attention back to him as he addressed me. “It doesn’t matter what happens. You’ll always be tethered to me–to us, the zodiac. These impostors are irrelevant.”

“We’ll see who the irrelevant imposter is when I’m finished here,” The other Leon ground out, snapping his fingers.

A fight quickly broke out between the two Leons as soon as a blinding light took over the hall. Ichthys tugged my waist, pulling me in the opposite direction despite my struggling. “(Name), why are you fighting to stay here? We’re trying to help you.”

“I don’t want your help,” I snapped, trying to pry his hands off me. I don’t want anything from you! The after-thought of me fighting the gods made me pause. This happened before too. The gods constantly lied and manipulated me into believing everything they said, but the one truth above all others was that I’d never be free; I’d resigned myself to that much.

“(Name),” another god addressed me. Ichthys paused again, and our eyes shifted to Zyglavis; his eyes were sharp on me as if Ichthys didn’t even pose the biggest threat. “Do anything foolish, and you know where you’ll end up.”

Did he see that this wasn’t my fault? “He- He won’t let go,” I tried to reason with the angry punishments god.

Krioff walked back through the door that he had disappeared through moments ago. “They can’t follow us through. Let’s go.”

Zyglavis came for me almost immediately at their words. His hand just missed my wrist as Ichthys pulled me back, and Krioff stood defensively in front of us. Glaring at the two gods in front of him, Zyglavis snapped his fingers, though they were surprised when nothing immediately happened to them. Going for me again, Ichthys quickly shoved me back. Being stronger than me, I flew through the door with no ground to purchase myself.

The minute I finally hit the ground, I cried out in pain. “(Name)!”

I didn’t do anything to deserve this. He was punishing me again for something that was out of my control. Or was it my fault that this happened too? I cringed, edging away from their painful touches. But eventually, they lifted me off the ground and brought me to the sofa.

“Ichthys, what’s going on in there?!” Dui shouted as Ichthys finally made it back through the door. “(Name)’s in so much pain right now.”

“What?” He questioned, rushing over once he heard my cries. “She was fine when I shoved her through the door. It must’ve been that other Zyglavis. He did a nasty trick. Good thing Leo showed up, or me and Krioff would have never made it out of there with her.”

I couldn’t understand what they were saying until there was a loud commotion and the door slammed shut. I was panting for air, but the pain faded away almost instantly when the door shut. Leon was shoving past the other gods; his attention focused on me, which terrified me if I was honest. “Move. I need to see the goldfish.” I tried to shut my eyes and pretend like I wasn’t in danger–like these men hadn’t just stolen me from the very gods who claimed me. But Leon’s hand was softer than the one I’d been living with. His gentle fingers almost coaxed me into feeling like I was safe with him. “Let me see your eyes. You’re going to be safe here.”

“You’re not my Leo,” I whispered, too afraid to know the truth.

“Look into my eyes.” His order was soft–so soft it almost didn’t feel like he was commanding me to do anything at all. But my fear won over, and I was left staring up into kind eyes. His eyes were never that soft. But the Leo constellation burned deep within his eyes, and I could see them with my own human eyes. In turn, he was staring intensely into my eyes. “You do bear the mark of Leo… I can see it right alongside your stars.”

“Are you going to take my stars and kill me?” But he had Leon’s stars–that couldn’t just be faked, could it?

“No one’s going to hurt you here. We’re going to take you home.” His hand gently passed over my head, and I grew increasingly tired. Was he doing this? I couldn’t keep my eyes open. “Just rest. We’ll make sure you’re okay.”

I heard Karno sigh from above me. “They put her through a lot.”

Huedhaut nodded in agreement. “I see now why the King called it an alternate universe. They were exact replicas of us.” After a moment, he added, “She’ll need to be treated carefully. I’ll see if she wants to talk when she wakes up.”

Much like when my gods spoke, I didn’t understand what they were talking about, though their voices were floating in and out of focus before it all fell away to the darkness I was familiar with.

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COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The booming clap of thunder and the steady drumming of rain hitting the windows can be heard. The poor girl sat before us, shaking, her breath heavy and ragged. She was now wearing Mike's jacket; he had given it to her when we found her shivering in the rain. The four of us stood in front of her, gazing at her in awe and bewilderment. Lucas and Mike were to my right, Dustin on my left. Mike finally broke the silence.

"Is there a number we can call for your parents?"

"Where's your hair? Do you have cancer?"

"Dustin," I warn. Although, I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind.

Before I can stop them, the boys continue to ask her all sorts of questions without even giving her a chance to answer.

"Did you run away?"

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Is that blood?" Lucas slowly extends his arm towards the girl's face; before I can stop him, Mike beats me to it and smacks his arm away.

"Stop it! You're freaking her out!"

"She's freaking me out!"

"I bet she's deaf." Dustin then turns to look at the girl and quickly claps his hands in her face and she flinches back, clearly even more frightened, if that is at all possible.

"Not deaf." He says weakly, shrugging his shoulders.

I draw the line there. "Dustin, seriously? Do you not hear yourself? How would you feel in her position, huh?"

"Y/n's right, okay? Enough, both of you." Mike defended me and looked to Dustin and Lucas as he spoke. "She's just scared and cold." He pointed in the girl's direction as he said this.

Hearing him say that made me realize she was still in nothing but a soaking wet t-shirt and Mike's jacket. I turn to Mike. "We should probably get her some fresh clothes. Do you have any down here?" I ask.

Mike nods and heads towards a laundry basket across the room. I look back at the girl and I see her close her eyes and flinch, shrinking into herself a little as another clap of thunder boomed from outside. I cautiously took a step around to the side of the coffee table and took a seat on the edge so I was near her eye level but not so close I was invading her space.

"Hey, it's okay," I try, my voice gentle. "It's just thunder. You're gonna be okay. You're safe now."

I send her a warm, reassuring smile. She says nothing, but I swear I see gratitude in her eyes.

Mike returns with some fresh clothes.

"Here, these are clean. Okay?" She cautiously takes the clothes from him and looks at them. After a moment she brings them to her face and softly rubs them on her cheek. My sympathy for her grows stronger, who knows how long it has been since she's had a proper set of clothes. She sets them aside and shrugs Mike's jacket off of her shoulders. She rises to her feet, reaching for the bottom of the t-shirt she was wearing, clearly about to undress in front of us.

"No, no, no!" We all yell.

I jump to my feet in surprise, ripping my gaze away in panic while also attempting to reach for her hands to keep them in place. Mike tries to do the same, but he's a bit more shaken up. Meanwhile, Dustin and Lucas began freaking out, their heads turned so as to not see anything. Dustin could not stop saying, "Oh, my God!"

"See over there?" Mike points to the bathroom just across the room. "That's the bathroom. Privacy. Get it?" He asks. The girl looks ashamed and confused. She looks to the bathroom and then to me, her eyes pleading. I can tell she's afraid to be alone. I take a quick, deep breath and look at her. "You... want me in there with you?" I ask gently.

She nods and we are all surprised to hear her speak. "Yes."

"Really? Umm," I look to the guys in shock who all wear the same expression as the scene unfolds. Panicking, but also realizing by now she doesn't understand why I would be, I look back to her only to find fear in her eyes and I feel a wave of guilt. A sigh escapes and I nod. "Yeah, uh, okay. I can do that, but, you're still gonna need some privacy, okay?" I grab her clothes off the couch and I lead her to the bathroom and she looks around in curiosity.

I gesture around the bathroom awkwardly, not really knowing what to do.

"Here, I'm not gonna look, but we should close this so they don't accidentally see anything. Okay?" I gesture to the door.

Panic flooded her features, and for the first time since we found her she wore an expression of absolute certainty, speaking for the second time tonight. "No."

"Hey, its okay, it's just so that you can change in privacy. You know, so they don't accidentally see you changing? How about we close it most of the way? That way you have privacy, but you know you can still get out. Does that sound good?" She hesitates then nods her head slightly. I push the door in so it's cracked open.

I handed her Mike's spare set of clothes, doing my best to offer a small smile. "Alright, here you go,"

For a moment I think, just maybe it's okay to slip out and let her change. But then I see the look in here eyes, and it hits truly me why it's so important to her someone stays.

My smile feels a little more genuine now and it almost seems to put her at ease, just a little. "Don't worry, I'll stay."

I cross over to the other side of the bathroom, taking a seat on the closed lid of the toilet with my back turned to her. For extra measure, I even clamped my hand over my eyes, still trying to figure out my day took such a weird turn. I can her start to move around and figure she's started changing, and briefly I think of how scared she looked when the thunder rumbled.

It reminded me of how bad thunder used to scare me as kid; like really bad, and how Mom helped me through it. Even kept me company until I fell asleep, and it all made a little more sense why she asked me. It was the same reason I recognized the look in her eyes almost at once; Anxiety and genuine fear. Like I did when I was a kid, I needed that company around just to know I wasn't alone.

It only makes my mind race with a million different questions but, they're all silenced when I hear voices coming from the other room.

"This is mental." It was Dustin.

"At least she can talk." Mike defended.

"She said 'no' and 'yes.' Your three-year-old sister says more." Lucas counters. I bite my lip, trying not to yell at Lucas. If he heard her say 'no' to me from the bathroom, that obviously means that we can hear him. As much as I love those guys, they can be really insensitive.

"She tried to get naked." Dustin argued."She brought Y/n in there with her!"

I can feel my face heat up and I wish I could melt into a puddle where I sit. At least that way they could just flush me and be done with it.

"It's not like that! She's just scared," Mike defended.

"There's something seriously wrong with her. Like, wrong in the head." Said Lucas.

"She, just went like..." and then I could barely make out the muffled sound of something falling.

"I bet she escaped from Pennhurst."

"From where?" Mike sounded just as exasperated as I was feeling.

"The nuthouse in Kerley County."

"You got a lot of family there?"

"Bite me."

"Seriously though, think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she's so crazy."

"Why she went like..."

"She's an escapee is the point. She's probably a psycho."

"Like Michael Myers."

"Exactly! We should've never brought her here."

"So you just wanted to leave her out in that storm?"

"Yes! We went out to find Will, not another problem."

"I think we should tell your mom." Dustin offers.

"I second that."

"Who's crazy now?"

"How is that crazy?"

"'Cause, we weren't supposed to be out tonight, remember?"

"So?"

"So if I tell my mom and she tells your mom and your mom..."

"Oh, man."

"Our houses become Alcatraz."

"Exactly. We'll never find Will."

There's a brief silence, and I think about everything I just heard. Mike had a pretty good point. And I don't blame Lucas for being skeptical, I just wish he wouldn't be so harsh sometimes. If I can hear their conversation, that means she can. I can't imagine what she must be going through right now.

"All right, here's the plan. She sleeps here tonight."

"You're letting a girl --"

"Just listen! In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She'll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We'll be totally in the clear. And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will."

I feel a light tap on my shoulder and I turn around to see the girl had changed. She had sad look on her face and I don't blame her at all.

"Feeling better?" I ask. She meets my eyes for a brief moment and nods, looking back down at her feet.

I sigh and lower my voice into a whisper, trying to undo all the damage the boys just unknowingly caused. "Hey, I'm sorry they said all those things. You'll be in good hands here with that boy Mike; the guy who gave you the clothes, he's really nice, and it sounds like you'll be staying with him."

I stood up, eyeing the door and my friends who I could barely see through the slat we left open and I turned back to her.

"By the way... You don't have to answer any of those questions if you're not ready. That was unfair of them to do that. If you ever need anything... or someone to talk to, even after we get everything sorted out, well, I'm here." I shrug, giving her a reassuring smile before opening the door, leading her out of the bathroom.

Lucas and Dustin were standing at the bottom of the stairs, ready to head out. I follow their gaze to find Mike had made a small fort for the girl.

Mike was helping the girl get settled inside. "Here you go. This is my sleeping bag."

"You really think she's psycho?" Dustin whispered.

"Wouldn't want her in my house." Before Lucas could head up the stairs I spoke up.

"We heard everything."

Lucas and Dustin stopped and looked at me, worried.

"What?"

"All those nasty things you were saying back there, we heard every word. She heard every word... Just go. Dustin, I'll catch up in a few minutes. Bye." I threw them a flat, angry look as I shook my head and walked away. As I made my way over to the fort I took note of the silence behind me, followed by reluctant footsteps up the stairs.

"Hey, um, I never asked your name." Mike said trying to make conversation. I kneeled down next to Mike.

The girl looks at us both, then without saying anything, she pulls up her left sleeve to reveal a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. It read '011'. My eyes widen in shock.

"Woah," I can't help but gasp.

"Is that real?" Mike asks excitedly as he reaches over to touch the tattoo. She quickly retracts her arm and looks at Mike. There's an awkward silence apart from the booming thunder outside.

"Sorry, I've just... never seen a kid with a tattoo before." He apologized sheepishly.

"Can I ask what it means?" I say.

She looks at me and then points a finger towards herself.

"So, that's your name? Eleven?" I confirm.

She nods her head and then looks down at her lap.

"Eleven. Okay." Mike says, perking up. "Um, well, my name's Mike. Short for Michael, and this is my friend Y/n. He's Dustin's brother." Eleven looks over at me and I smile politely, giving her a small wave.

"Maybe we can call you 'El.' Short for Eleven." Mike offers. She nods her head in agreement. There's a silence and I can tell Mike likes her already.

"Um, well, okay," I say, trying to break the silence. "El, it was nice meeting you. And, like I said, if you need anything at all, I'm here. And so is Mikey here, of course," I say, looking over at Mike, giving him a knowing look, a smirk on my face. "Unfortunately, I have to head home so, I'll see you guys later."

I smile and grab my jacket. As i head for the stairs, I turn to both of them and send them a little wave. "Bye!"

Mide nods at me, the girl, El watching curiously as I go. That's the last I see of them as I dissapear up the steps.

I could hear Mike stuttering a 'goodnight' to El as I make it to the top. Clearly, I caught him off guard. I smile to myself, thinking.

'Ohh, he has so got it bad.'

I parked my bike in its usual spot and made it through the front door quiet enough so my mom won't hear.

Most of the lights were turned off, my mom must have gone to bed already just as I suspected. I heard an obnoxious meowing near my feet and look down to see Mews. I kneel down and pet this attention starved cat knowing that's the only way she will ever quiet down. I don't know how she can be attention starved when Mom doted on her as much as she does.

Mews lets out a deep purr and leans into my hand as I give her head a few scratches. I take off my shoes and set them by the front door before sneaking back into my room.

I flip on the light switch and stare at my slightly messy room and sigh at the events of today. I close my door so I can change into my pj's and tidy up a bit. Once I'm done I open my door so it's ajar, knowing that Mews likes to come and go throughout the house as she pleases. I sit down on the side of my bed and sigh heavily.

My eyes are fixed on the floor, particularly the different shadows that were being cast from my lamp on my bedside table as my thoughts wandered back to the fruitless efforts of tonight.

The stress and constant worrying have taken its toll on me. It breaks my heart to know that my best friend is somewhere out there lost and probably hurt. I guess a big part of me was sure that we were going to find Will in those woods out by Mirkwood tonight. I should have known better.

I feel something on my leg and I look down to see tear stains on my pajama bottoms. I hadn't even realized I had started crying. I sniffle, wiping my nose and grab the stuffed duck that was sitting on my bed. Will had won it for me. I give it a tight hug, a small smile creeps its way onto my face at the memory.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

It was the first Saturday of summer vacation and the five of us had gone to the arcade for a much-deserved celebration. We all filed into the arcade, I followed Mike, Dustin, and Lucas as we made our way to Dustin's favorite game Dig Dug, Will and I side by side, buzzing with the excitement of the new summer ahead of us.

There was a brief moment of comfortable silence as we looked around the arcade. We passed by all the familiar games including the infamous claw game. I spare a glance at its contents and notice an adorable bright yellow duck perched in the front of the glass.

I smile and point at the stuffed duck. "Oh! That duck is so cute!" I admired it for a brief moment and catch up with Dustin, assuming Will is still next to me.

( hats off to the folk who understand this reference!! 😎 )

About twenty minutes later I had just beaten Mike's high score on Pac Man. All the boys watched over my shoulder and I couldn't help but cheer out. "Ha! Say, Mike, how does my dust taste?"

"Oh, whatever. You only beat me by," he leans over my shoulder to look at my score. "Holy crap! 1300 points?! Alright, well done." He sighs.

"Hey Will, you owe me 5 bucks!" I turn to my friend only to not see him there. I look around in confusion.

"Wait, guys, where is Will?"

They all shrug.

"I don't know, the last time I saw him he was with you. When we got here." Lucas shrugged.

I look around until I spot the familiar bowl cut by the claw machine. He must have won something since he was leaning down to grab some prize from the machine. I quickly grab my tickets and abandon the machine and meet him by the claw, he made eye contact with me and quickly put his hands behind his back.

"Hey, man. Where have you been? You just missed it. I just annihilated Mike in Pac Man. It was awesome!"

"I, um... Well, I, uh," he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he stammered.

I breathed out a soft laugh. "Will, it's fine, you're not on trial or anything."

"Well I noticed you seemed to really like that duck and it seemed easy enough, and um, and so yeah, I played a couple rounds and, well here." His words sort of spilled out of his mouth and he quickly pulled out his hand from behind his back and handed me the cute little stuffed duck from earlier. A huge, beaming smile finds it's way onto my face as I take the duck from him.

"Oh, wow!" I gasped as I took the duck from him. "That's awesome, thank you! I love it! Aww, it's so cute!" I gave the duck a big squeeze and held it under my arm.

"Yeah, uh no problem. So you said you beat Mike's score? That's great! By how much?" He seems more relaxed now that he's changed the subject.

"You'll never believe it, 1300 points!" I said smugly.

"No way! Y/n, that's awesome!" He gave me a big smile.

"I know right? Anyways, come on, let's hit up Space Invaders. We've got more records to beat." I motioned towards the machine, but Will doesn't move. His smile only falters. "What's wrong Byers? Come on, we better hurry before someone else gets to it." I give him a smile, silently urging him to come along.

"Yeah, umm about that... I don't have any money left. I um, I kinda spent it all on the claw." He said sheepishly.

"What?" I stare in disbelief. I can't believe he would do that.

"I'm sorry, I just thought that—" he stammered.

"No, Will, hey! I'm not mad!" I soothe as I reach out and put a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

"And please, don't be sorry. If anything, I'm sorry. You spent all your money just to get this duck. I know you guys are tight on money right now, and well, I—" I stopped, completely appalled at his actions. "Thank you. That means so much to me. You're amazing." I smile and pull him in for a hug.

The hug lingers for a few moments longer than necessary but not enough to make it too awkward. He was hesitant to let go it seemed. I finally broke the hug and gave him another big grin.

"Come on, I am playing Space Invaders with my favorite person, whether he likes it or not. I've still got a buttload of coins."

"But, you don't have to do that."

"You didn't have to spend all your money getting the duck but you did anyway." I point out. He smiles at this.

"Besides," I continued. "You know me, I'd feel way too guilty if I didn't repay you in some way for the duck. This way, we'll be even. What do you say?" I playfully elbow him.

A big grin breaks out on his face. "Yeah okay, cool. Thanks."

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

I smile fondly as I give the ever so slightly worn duck a squeeze. It quickly became one of my favorite things. A quiet sob escapes my lips as I hug the duck.

"Y/n?" My head shot up to my door to see Dustin poking his head in my room, concern etched on his face.

I sniffle and quickly wipe my nose with the back of my hand as I attempt to stop my sobs.

"Sorry," I mumble, figuring I'd annoyed him.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Dustin asks worriedly, he takes a seat next to me, not before closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry, I just," I am unable to hold back another sob, I lean into my brother's shoulder. He wraps an arm around my shoulder as he tries to comfort me.

"Seriously, are you okay? What's the matter?"

"I miss him," I wail. I can feel Dustin's body stiffen for a brief moment at the mention of Will. He sighs and runs his hand up and down my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

"I know," his voice sounds hoarse, like he's trying not to cry. "I miss him too."

"What if, he doesn't come back?" I choke on my sobs.

"You shouldn't talk like that. We'll find him. You know him, he's good at hiding. If something did get him, you just know he's hiding. That's why the clever bastard never bites it in our campaigns, even when we do."

I breathe out a soft chuckle at this. Dustin has a point. It seems no matter what kind of trouble he gets into during our campaigns, he always seems to find a way out. It's become a running joke in our party.

My smile falters. "But what if..."

"Y/n, you can't keep doing this to yourself. No more 'what ifs' it's not healthy, and—"

"Well, I can't help it, Dustin!" I snap, cutting him off. "I just... I just can't. You don't understand. You think I like it when my brain won't stop plaguing me with these god awful scenarios that gnaw at me every second? I can't help it, it's so draining! Why do you think it takes so long to come down from my anxiety attacks?"

My eyes are welling up again and my vision has become blurry. All I can do is look down back at the ground.

Dustin only sighs. "I'm sorry. I had no idea."

I sniffle and sigh. "I'm sorry too. It just gets so frustrating not being able to communicate my feelings with people who don't deal with anxiety like I do."

"I just... I just hope he's okay." Hot tears slide down my face as I stare at the wall. I heard a sniffle come from Dustin. We stayed like that for quite some time, longing for our friend.

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A//N: I put this in because I think it's important that I share this with you all. I don't ever see any fics with a reader with an anxiety disorder and I thought it was important that I do because as someone who struggles with anxiety and someone who has anxiety attacks all the time, I often feel disconnected from the story, anyway I thought that I should shed some light on the subject as well as let readers with anxiety disorders feel included and represented as well as let you know YOU ARE NOT ALONE AND YOUR DISORDER DOES NOT DEFINE YOU. PLEASE DM ME (A LIVING BREATHING PERSON WITH AN ANXIETY DISORDER) IF ANY OF YOU WANT TO TALK TO SOMEONE WHO STRUGGLES WITH THIS AND/OR YOU WANT TO ASK QUESTIONS TO LEARN MORE.

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Welcome to baby land (Ben 10)

it was a tale as old as time, one that had happened before, would happen this day and despite the fall out from today's events would happen again in the future.

A young boy, fueled by fetish desires and spending hour after hour, day after day bringing himself to the peak as he looked at his chosen fetish, only to pull back last second.

Because the boy knows for what he wants, for what he's going to do.. he needs that desperate pent up denial of release to shut down his common sense. to make him nice and dumb.

His name was Ben Tennyson, and up until a short while ago he had been the hero of the universe and earth. But that was before the watch had been taken, and given to his cousin Gwen who had been picked as being a most reasonable hero. with cutting remarks that he would of never gotten the watch for as long as he had had it's marker realized who was wearing it, and being called to immature.. was it any wonder a bitter and dejected Ben cut himself off from his extended family and drove into the world of porn?

never mind he had beaten off a alien invasion, a 'pants peeing doofus' couldn't be trusted with the watch.

Fine. whatever. if they wanted to look at him as a stupid big baby.. that's what he'd become.

He didn't even like diapers at first when he started, but well.. porn has a way of warping a young boy's mind. Looking at picture after picture, caption after caption and reading the stories Ben for all intents and purposes turned himself in a diaper boy, and a humiliation junkie.

Taking birthday money he even found and brought a package of punishment diapers meant for shaming (though he got it at a discount as the shop was being put out of business) that were super thick, boasted how they could hold any mess.. and also claimed they didn't keep any stink from being contained and guaranteed diaper rash if used.

For a porn addicted loser like Ben, this was pure gold and since he paid for rush devilry he got a enema bag and a small bottle of little crampers, the enema for brats.

Ben knew what he wanted, total, public humiliation but he kept ruining it for himself with self pleasure driving the need out of his mind before he could do it.

finally, Mid October the little porn fueled loser decided enough was enough, he was gonna stop wasting his time and the diapers he'd paid for and set himself up to goon. For a week strait he subjected himself to it, and by the time he was done on Sunday night, Monday morning the little loser set himself up to fail.

waking up early, Ben used the whole bottle of little crampers even though it said to just mix 1/8 with a litlre bag for a enema kit, and groaned and whimpered as he used it, hot water and a dash of castor oil in the big enema bag, only his bulky white and black t-shirt hid the preggo belly he gave himself.

getting back to his bedroom and cramping, the soon to be ruined diaper loser looked at the pack of his punishment diapers and having not worn one till today, toyed with layering at first but they just looked too thick.

Settling on one of the bulky diapers with it sobbing crybaby design, he taped it on then tried the tapes, blushing as the package lived up to it's name.

Once taped on it would take 2 hours for the tapes to come back off, he was truly trapped. again a normal boy of Ben's age would of been panicking, realizing they had gone too fair but Ben just breathed fast, and smiled as he picked his baggiest pair of pants and was delighted that they still only JUST hid the diaper, if he bent over his padded shame would be CLEAR.

Getting down stairs and getting breakfast in himself, he was already seated as his parents came down and made small talk with them even as the delightful cramps started to build. (he'd never admit it, well at least before today's events unfolded but he'd grown to like pain, it made his heart beat fast and smile)

Still he couldn't help but squirm and groan a little bit, and got looks of concern from his parents as he finished his bowl of cereal.

"Benny you feeling alright?" His mother asked, coming over and putting a hand to his forehead. "You can stay home today if your not feeling good."

"N-No I'll be alright. just worried about a math test." Ben said, mixing truth with lies,then added: "Besides, you and dad said you were BOTH gonna be out all day today. who'd stay with me?"

"Heh, He's got a point there.. and good on you Ben. I'm proud your being mature enough not to try and get out of a test." His dad said, totally misunderstanding the happy giggle Ben let out.

His father might of thought it was Ben was so happy he was proud of him, But for diaper bitch Benny, the irony of the comment almost made him ruin the fun early.

If Ben's plan had one flaw (well one he'd admit to) it was the fact that he hadn't taken into account how much slower he'd be having to waddle his massive diaper butt to school with the added fun of having to stop 3 times to force himself not to spoil the fun early.

He'd even left a little sooner then normal, his parents had been quick with their breakfast and he 'accidentally' left his house key on the desk in his room and after making sure the front door was locked, went out the back door as you could lock it from the inside while the door was open.

'No getting out of this by running home!' Ben gleefully thought.

He barley made it into homeroom before the bell rang, though since he was known to be tardy from time to time it didn't raise too much attention, get getting a snide comment from his homeroom teacher about gracing them with his presence.

Even better, home was also his math class and that was going to be first period (which was a good thing for the ever so full little perv as his 'chocolate mud baby' wasn't going to stay in him much longer.)

Mr. Fillawick wasted little time in handing out the tests and after a standard warning that he'd tolerate NO cheating and there was going to be NO bathroom breaks, he offered anyone who had to go a chance to use the potty now.

'OK..this is it..your last chance.. you could just say you need to go, and sneak out the school.fill your diapers in the woods and get out of them once the tapes give up.' Ben thought to himself, biting his lip.

it wouldn't be destroying himself in class and getting him labeled stinky baby for the rest of the year, but it would land him in hot water with the school and his parents and he'd run the risk of being seen outside right?

He almost started to raise his hand when his inner pervert took over and he just turned it into brushing his hand though his hair.

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. you'll have a hour to do the test. good luck." Mr. Fillawick said and shrugged, going back to his desk and sitting down, doing whatever it was teachers did.

Five minutes later and Ben was in a mixture of heaven and hell. he was twitching and sweating a little bit, his pencil twitching in his hand even as he started to leak in little bursts against the front of his diapie.

the cramps were at the point of no return and even if Ben said fuck it and got up to run, he wouldn't of made it more then five steps.

all he'd managed to do so far was write his name on the test and the date, then the cramps had gone over board.

'Ok..Ok.. this was a mistake.. I've leaked enough boy milk to see that.. maybe.. maybe I can still just.. get out..of..' Ben thought, going white knuckled as he gripped the side of his desk with his left hand as a powerful cramp hit, a low rumbling fart coming out his backside though the sound was mostly muted.

the smell however was not as the diapers lived up to their claims and Kids around Ben wrinkled their noses and looked around looking for the source of the smell and eyes zeroing in on his as he was blushing.

"Mr. Fillawick? I think Ben needs to go to the bathroom." A redhead boy behind him said. "Or at Least can he be moved to the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Tennyson had his chance for that Mr. Randal. and I prefer he stay where I can keep a eye on him." Came the teachers amused answer.

even as the class giggled and laughed, two more rotten poots escaped and there was open cries of disgust.

"Gah, at least open a window!"

"What did you have to eat this morning, a skunk!?"

Ben whimpered and squirmed, he had the whole class basically looking at him now and the teasing and taunts had brought his pervert side back up to full power.

'It's now or never.' Ben thought, though he also knew wasn't really a option. it was more like Now or never if he wanted a semblance of control over the act.

it helped he was trembling lots now but Mr. Fillawick who'd never cared for Ben much since he was a rowdy student only watched with sadistic glee.

Ben's Pencil 'accidentally' shook out of his hand and rolled off the desk and onto the floor, and Ben made a show of just reaching into his desk to find anther one.

"Mr. Tennyson, whatever your habits in your own room may be, I run a clean Classroom." the smirking teacher said. "Bend down and point up that pencil."

"Uh..but..If I-" Ben started, putting the perfect crybaby whine in his voice.

"You'll what? fart? like you haven't been doing that already?" the teacher shot back.

Putting on a show of being embarrassed and scared (he was embarrassed but his heart was beating fast) Ben leaned over the right side of his desk and there was a gasp from the students behind him as one thing he hadn't planned on happened.

"BEN'S WEARING A DIAPER!" Hooted Crash.

"A BABY DIAPER!" a blond girl added.

"More like a BIG baby diaper!" Randal noted with amusement.

Somehow his pants must of lowered enough to flash off his embarrassing diaper! Oh god! for all of 2.4 seconds trued to stop what was about to happen but the act of leaning over had been the final trigger.

as the enema finally worked it's magic and the back of his diaper started to swell up Ben could only hear the roar of his mess and though tear filled eyes almost could swear he could see image of him in just diapers and a bib, tapping a shovel on a grave that had been filled in. the tombstone read:

RIP Ben's self respect.

as the force of the mess made Ben fall forward, landing face down and ass up, his pants failing down more so everyone could watch his diapers load up in the back (thankfully they wouldn't be able to tell what he was doing in the front!) The image of baby Ben came over and looked down with a grin at the real one.

"Welcome to baby land~ no going back now."

As Ben's life was ruined, and he was designed to never be able to get that 'excited' again unless he was crapping brains out(heck, he was going to be pulled from school and his parents would begin his new big baby life, treating him like the baby they thought he wanted to be, not knowing he was just a humiliation junkie) Charmcaster smirked in her jail cell.

Sure having to watch all the events unfold from sitting into of a toilet wasn't the way she'd hope to see the spell play out, not to mention it had been that bitch Gwen she had targeting, but this worked out in the end.

Gwen would suffer being the cousin of the big stinky baby and would likely end up having to change him and it wouldn't be too long now before her uncle broke her out. wincing as Ben started to baby babble though she did have one moment's regret.

'I mean, I'm evil and wanna take over the world but was making him a diaper perv too far?' She wondered, then smiled. 'Naaaah!'

The end