#Actually I get the best workouts in when I’m in a violent mood

[sars-cov-2-19]

I’m woke up today with these violent urges that come in waves for me. Some days I feel so frustrated that I feel like smashing everything in my path. Thankfully I can now go to the gym and this always helps curb my rage like tendencies.

#Actually I get the best workouts in when I’m in a violent mood #I’ve destroyed a few of my things out of frustration in the past #rant #personal #my life #life #emotions #anger #health #exercise

[spaceskam]

Michael had no right to be jealous and he knew that.

He was trying so damn hard not to be as he worked in the bunker alongside Alex and Forrest. It was definitely hard at first, but Alex was happier than Michael had ever seen him and he couldn’t bring himself to stop that. Well, technically, he’d tried to put himself out there for Alex three months prior after seeing them together for the first time, but Alex had said no. So now he was trying.

When they first brought Forrest into the situation, it was by accident. He’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw too much alien shit to explain in any other way. However, now that they had him apart of the crew, he was helpful. He knew the best ways to skim through boring old documents and, after realizing it was indeed aliens, he had a lot of knowledge. That meant they did research together. Which was fine as long as they didn’t show any PDA.

However, today, Alex wasn’t in a good mood and that meant Forrest was trying to help.

“Stop it,” Alex said firmly. Michael tried to look over to them without making it obvious that that’s what he was doing. He could see Forrest leaning into Alex’s personal space, nudging his nose against his arm like a dog. “You’re distracting me.”

“Take a break, you’re stressing me out by proxy,” Forrest told him. Michael saw the way Alex’s lips almost tugged into a smile as he did his damnedest to keep serious. “C’mon, please?”

“I need to get through this and we can go home,” Alex told him. Home. Michael hated that. 

“I’d rather go home later and have you feeling good than go home earlier with hours of pent up stress,” Forrest said, smacking a kiss against his sweater-covered shoulder. “Let’s release that stress.”

“Oh yeah?” Alex asked, “How do you propose we do that?”

Michael felt his stomach drop, genuinely terrified they were going to kiss (or worse) in front of him. Which, he supposed he deserved. But still. The thought made him sick.

But, instead, Forrest stood up and walked towards the table in the middle of the room. Michael couldn’t help it as his eyes followed him in confusion. Forrest tapped away on his phone and Alex slowly turned his swivel chair to face him. He put his phone on the counter and swiftly turned to face Alex with a devious look.

“They’re gonna clean up your looks with all the lies and the books to make a citizen out of you,” Forrest started alongside the music that begun to play. Michael frowned.

“No, we’re not doing this right now,” Alex said despite his large smile. Forrest held out his hand for him.

“Because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do,” Forrest went on, walking closer with a dumb swagger in his walk. Then he slammed his hands on Alex’s armrests, getting close to his face as Alex got more and more red. “Because the drugs never work, they gonna give you a smirk, ‘cause they got methods of keepin’ you clean.”

“Forrest.”

“They gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds, another cog in the murder machine,” Forrest sang. Then he grabbed Alex’s hands and pulled him to his feet, pulling them flush together before he started dancing on him like a dumbass. “They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me!”

“I refuse to have a dance party right now!”

“They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed!”

“This is so unprofessional!”

“So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose! Maybe they’ll leave you alone but not me!” Forrest sang, dipping Alex in a way that caused him to laugh so unexpectedly hard that even Michael was smiling.

Forrest did the same thing for the next verse, dancing around Alex and pestering him to try to get him to lighten up. Alex stayed pretty strong for the most part, just shaking his head at him. However, Alex kept looking over at Michael and it made him wonder if this was something they did often to blow off steam and Alex was only holding off because Michael was there.

Well, that just wasn’t an option.

“Will make them pay for the things they did!” Michael joined in on time, standing up and causing both of them to look at him in shock. Forrest collected himself much faster than Alex.

“They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me!” Forrest and Michael said in unison, Michael doing his best to dance along if only to make Alex smile like that. “They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed!”

“C’mon, Alex!” Forrest urged, grabbing his hips and making him move a little. It would’ve normally driven Michael crazy, but Alex was staring at them both with so much affection that it was worth it.

“So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose! Maybe they’ll leave you alone but not me!” Alex scream-sang back, causing them both to cheer for him.

They all danced in a really embarrassing fashion to the instrumental break, bad air guitar and under-used headbanging and awkward shoulder movements all in full swing. Forrest spun Alex around and then surprisingly grabbed Michael to do the same, making it clear he was welcome to join their fun.

So they jumped around together, screaming along to a song Michael didn’t even realize he remembered all the words to. It was honestly the most fun he’d had in weeks and it was with his ex and his ex’s new boyfriend. Who would’ve guessed that?

Alex touched him and danced with him and Forrest didn't mind. In fact, Forrest danced with him too. It didn't make sense, but they were equals and trusted. There were no dirty looks shared no matter who touched whom, it was just fun. It clicked in Michael's head for the first time on what exactly was so great about this Forrest guy. He was fun.

"See, now didn't that help?" Forrest asked as the song ended and they found themselves catching their breath as if screaming and dancing for two minutes was an actual workout.

"Yeah," Alex said, smiling at them both with red cheeks and fond eyes, "Thanks."

"I think I need to have more dance parties," Michael agreed. Forrest nodded at him.

"Ultimate way to feel better, I promise. If Grey's Anatomy taught me anything, it was that," Forrest insisted. Michael laughed and that made Alex smile wider. "Okay, you two geniuses get back to reading, I'm gonna go pick up some food. A burger from the Crashdown sound good? No lettuce or pickles on yours, Alex, and extra cheese and hot sauce, no ketchup, on yours, Michael, right? And I'll get extra fries."

Michael nodded despite his shock that Forrest both knew his order and trusted him to be alone with Alex.

"Thanks, man," Michael said.

"I gotchu," Forrest said. He leaned forward and gave Alex a peck on the lips and for once Michael didn't want to strangle him for it. Then it was just the two of them.

"I get it now," Michael said, nodding, "I get why you like him."

"Are you going to steal my boyfriend, Guerin?" Alex teased. Michael snorted and shook his head.

"No, I'm just saying. You look happy and... Well, if I can't do that, I'm glad someone can. Happy looks good on you," Michael said. Alex smiled genuinely and nodded, reaching out to squeeze his arm gently.

"Thank you. It looks good on you too," Alex said. Michael knew that while he was happy enough right then, he'd never be truly happy without Alex. But it was too nice of a view to say anything about that.

"Let's get back to work."

They did work later than anticipated that night, but, when they left, everyone was still feeling good.

#Forlex #forlex fic #malex #malex fic #Alex Manes #Michael Guerin #Forrest Long #Roswell new Mexico #my fic

[wolfie-posts]

Can you do a pro hero!bakugou x fem reader where she’s his secretary and always leaves him little notes on his desk that cheer him up, but one day he doesn’t get one and that’s because the reader is sick at home? You can end it however you like just make it fluffy please! Thank you so much!!!

Pro Hero!Bakugou x Secretary!Reader

Author: @wolfie-posts

Warnings: none really just a lot of fluff

Chapter length: 4,031 words

A/N: This is my very first request that I received and I am literally so in love with the scenario. I got so hyped for this request that I just couldn’t stop to write. The result is a 4k word scenario. I really hope it meets your expectations, I had a lot of fun writing this. Also, a huge thanks to my beta readers who are literally the best, love you guys! That was everything I wanted to say. Please, enjoy reading my lovelies! 

Life as a pro-hero is hard, nobody talks about the bad things that this job brings along. When you watch the news you always see the pro-heroes in their amazing suits jumping straight towards the danger, putting their lives on the line for the well being of the citizens without even thinking twice about it. Their jobs are admirable but dangerous, always saving the day with a big smile, a proud grin or a simply smirk on their face and if that isn’t enough, they even give interviews right after they captured the villains. It doesn’t matter how beat up they are afterward, they still make time for their small fans.

Nobody really talks about the stuff that happens behind closed doors but that is exactly what you were getting paid for. Your job is one of the most important ones in this whole pro-hero domain because you are the secretary of one of the greatest heroes at the moment. You were Ground Zero’s own personal “hero” with the superpower to organize his whole life and career.

Answering calls, taking messages, arranging appointments were all part of your job and let’s be honest, Ground Zero wasn’t the easiest boss to have. Your work phone was never really silent, reporters and tv companies were calling every day to get a special statement from one of the best heroes or inviting him to talk-shows or other tv specials. At some point, the management of the tv-show “The Bachelor” even called to ask if Ground Zero would be interested in finding the love of his life while being filmed 24/7, that was actually one of the most fun phone conversations you ever had.

Normally you had to punch yourself through a lot of annoying, ignorant and dense representatives from companies, crazy admirers, reporters, and interviewers, so when you took the call from “The Bachelor” production you really had to force yourself to stay serious. You had to admit, Bakugou, as the bachelor would be some quality content to laugh about, just imagining him in a suit surrounded by a horde of horny women, made you break your professionalism and snort.

Apart from those tasks you also filled reports, organized Ground Zero’s meetings, manage the database, liaised with important clients, coordinated the public life of your boss and if that wasn’t enough, you also looked out for Ground Zero’s health by treating some of his wounds, forcing him to go to your companies personal “Recovery Girl”, bringing him food, because let’s be honest otherwise he probably would have already starved to death. You also bring him coffee every morning and the most important thing you cheered him up.

Cheering your boss up was one of your favorite things to do on the job and one of the easiest things too because all it took was a simple post-it note on his desk.

You didn’t really talk much with your boss, because he literally is always busy. If he isn’t in the training room, he was saving the city, which made your work a lot harder. Most of the time you were updating him on the way from one place to another. For example, you always reviewed the appointments for the day right after Ground Zero’s morning workout when he was heading from the training room to the changing room.

Being a hero was an all-day and all-night job, so he didn’t really spend much time in his office. When you first started to work for your boss you were convinced that he even slept in his hero costume.

The result of all those briefings was an increase in your stamina, which you didn’t complain about except for, in those briefings, you didn’t really talk much, which is kinda unusual for your job. That was until the day you decided to write him his first post-it note.

Back in high school, you started to make post-it notes to remind yourself about important stuff because you tended to forget things if you didn’t write them down. Now it kinda became your way of communicating with your boss.

It all started really simple, one day you just put an apple on his desk with the note “an apple a day keeps Recovery Girl away”.

Flashback

You were a nervous wreck, why did you even decide to write that note? Why did you want to cheer him up that badly? ‘Maybe because you wanted to see him smile for a change?’ your inner voice told you, which made you shake your head violently in response. You had been debating with yourself for the last 2 hours. “I shouldn’t have done this,” you mumbled, thinking about taking the apple away again before he has a chance to see it.

'It’s just an apple, calm down (y/n)! It’s not like you are proposing or anything.’ you tried to calm yourself down without any luck. You had been a nervous wreck since you placed that apple on Ground Zero’s desk, always glancing towards the elevator to see if he was coming to his office, shuffling around in your chair and bopping your knee to the annoyance of some of your coworkers.

It finally stopped, the moment the elevator doors opened and revealed your boss with a few new bruises and scratches, but the moment you saw your boss step out of the elevator a wave of terrible overthinking and fear washed over you.

'What if he gets mad?’ you thought, rubbing your sweaty hands over your pants. All you wanted was to see Ground Zero smile for a change, so him getting pissed at your silly note would be the exact opposite of the goal, but there was no going back now.

As Ground Zero walked past your desk, you nearly dropped your pen in fear of what was going to happen in the next 2 to 3 minutes. Will you lose or job? Will you get an apple thrown into your face? Or just a sarcastic comment which will ruin your whole career? While overthinking the situation into oblivion you didn’t even notice that your boss had been talking to you.

“(y/n)!” he said with a rough voice, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yes!” you said a little bit panicked while sitting up even straighter. You could see a frown form on your boss’s forehead as he raised an eyebrow at your unusual behavior. You gulped hard as you withstood his stare, feeling like his crimson eyes could see straight into your soul and read what was on your mind.

“Did anything important pop up?” he asked in a way calmer voice after seeing your reaction to his previous approach. Bakugou knew that everyone had a lot of respect for him and everyone was acting kinda scared whenever he was in a bad mood or right after he had captured a villain. Everybody but you. You just looked at him as if he was just another person and you didn’t really flinch or look away when things were getting a little ugly. You saw him as your boss and you saw him as an authority but not as some kind of god you needed to fear and worship.

That made your behavior now just seem even weirder to him. It was so out of place but he hadn’t done anything to scare you or make you nervous, he hasn’t even seen you all day.

’Maybe something had happened between you and another employee or something involving your private life.’ Bakugou thought to himself, trying to shove that uncomfortable feeling in his guts away. 'I’m probably just reading too much into it’ but why did he even care? You were just another employee, right?

“Nope, nothing new has come up!” you said after looking over your laptop and calendar. It seemed like some of the tension you were feeling was lifted from you, after Bakugou had asked you something about work. It was like turning a switch inside of your brain, immediately you just powered up your professionalism again and dug back into work. You had even given Bakugou your typical smile after confirming that he could actually take a break right now.

You watched your boss sigh in relief as he turned to walk into his office and just for a moment you had forgotten about your note. That was until your boss’s hand reached for the door handle and your nervousness got the better of you again making you shot up from your desk.

“Ground Zero!” you yelled, which not only surprised your boss but also yourself. You could feel your ears and cheeks begin to heat up as your boss paused in his step and turned back to look at you.

“Yes?” he simply asked with a raised eyebrow.

How could you get yourself out of this situation? Should you play the “I am not feeling good” card and just leave to die in shame at home? How could you even stop your boss from seeing that note? You ran over all the different excuses but none of them would work without having to pay the consequences afterward. So what now? You had already gained the attention of your boss, which means that you had to say something without sounding like an idiot.

“Good job today” you blurted. It was the first thing that came into your mind that didn’t sound totally stupid, what you didn’t consider was the blush spreading across your face as you realized what you had just said.

You have never really complimented your boss for winning a fight against a villain, it was a normal daily routine for him and he already gets all the praise from his fans, so why should you compliment him too? He knew that he was good at his job and it wasn’t like those villains were a challenge for him, so why should you pour some more gasoline into the fire and push his ego even more?

The moment you had said those words, you wished you could have taken them back. It was so embarrassing, your face was probably already tomato red and the fact that your boss had the widest grin ever on his face didn’t really help, but for Bakugou that wasn’t even enough torture. Without a word he just turned back around and entered into his office, knowing damn well that this action was like pouring salt into an open wound.

“What have I done?” you mumbled to yourself while dropping your head into your hands. The embarrassment was getting so overwhelming that you had to get up and walk it off for a bit. You escaped into the office kitchen to get some water, which gave you a little relief but it didn’t change the fact that you wanted to disappear forever.

After cooling down for a bit you finally returned to your desk, forcing yourself to just focus on work and to forget about what happened. At least that was what you wanted to do. Before you could even dig into your paperwork, your boss came out of his office again with an apple in his hand. You stared in horror as he took a huge bite from it, a pleasant smile spreading over his face.

“I am heading out again. Call me if something important comes up,” he said casually, not breaking the eye-contact, but all you could do was pick up your jaw that had dramatically dropped to the floor and nod in silence.

After getting your confirmation Bakugou gave you another mischievous smile and headed for the elevator. There was no way in hell you wouldn’t get bullied over this situation from your coworkers.

“Oh and (y/n)? Thanks for the apple,” your boss said in a loud and amused tone, making you snap your head towards him, only to see his big grin right before the elevator doors closed, not even giving you the time to react at all.

Who would have thought that one apple with a note could change your whole work atmosphere just like that?

Flashback end

From that day on, Ground Zero received your post-it notes every single day, some of them were informative others were silly with the goal to make him smile.

After the first few sticky notes, it didn’t take long for the two of you to call each other by your normal name, which wasn’t any different for Bakugou because he had always called you by your first name. On the other side, you were the only employee to ever call Ground Zero by his non-hero name, which caused quite the tumult in your company and making you the topic of the daily gossip for at least two weeks.

The notes became part of a routine that Bakugou looked forward to every single day, it didn’t matter how bad his mood was, a single note from you could make him forget about all the shit that happened during the day.

He normally wouldn’t even smile at work, his employees needed to see him focused and serious, so they wouldn’t have an excuse to slack on their job but whenever he read your notes, he just couldn’t control his facial features. It even went so far to the point that he actually laughed out loud in his office. It was that one time when he had read the note you wrote right after your phone conversation with “The Bachelor” production company.

“I can’t take it anymore! You need to get a life and I need a vacation! So I decided to sign you up for the reality dating show ‘The Bachelor’ ;) have fun” was written on the note, he knew you would have never done anything that stupid but still, you got him good with that one.

He didn’t even have a sarcastic response to that note, because he damn well knew that his life only consisted of the job as a pro-hero, but he loved his job and even though it wasn’t always easy, he wouldn’t have it any other way, because deep down he knew that he had you to pick him up.

——

Today had been an awful day for Bakugou, a huge villain attack had occupied his whole morning, not even giving him the time for his morning coffee and to his misery, one of the villains had also copy quirk. That clearly was already enough to piss him off but it didn’t stop there, the other villains had pretty strong quirks too, which made the fight a lot more annoying.

After a chase throughout the whole city, some building damage and some pretty terrible ass-kicking, Bakugou and some of the others had finally managed to capture every member of the group of villains.

This fight took everything out of Bakugou, he was exhausted. His whole week had been filled with sleepless nights due to villain attacks and Bakugou’s lack of sleep wasn’t just showing in his facial features, no! It was also showing in his fighting, his impressive reflexes were kinda normal and he could feel that his strength wasn’t at 100 percent.

All he wanted to do was go home and get a good night’s rest, but that isn’t how this job works. The villains hadn’t even been loaded into the prison transport when the first reporters decided to hold cameras and microphones into Bakugou’s face.

“Ground Zero, how do you feel about the organized crime and the group behind it?”

“How come we never see you out with a woman or your pro-hero friends from U.A.?”

“Is your power getting weaker or are the villains getting stronger and smarter?”

“How do you feel after reading this month’s pro hero rankings?”

All those questions turned into an annoying buzzing sound in Bakugou’s ears. His blood was boiling, how could they ask him that kind of crap? 'Getting weaker? Pff the villains could only dream about that!’ he thought to himself.

Normally he would go to the crowd of bystanders and take some pictures with his fans but right now he just needed to get out of there before he exploded. You had always scolded him for being incapable of socializing and after getting scolded every single time he refused an interview or making a kid cry, you finally convinced him to follow your publicity plan.

'Nope, not today!’ he thought, walking away from the crowd.

"No comment” was all Bakugou said.

He just couldn’t handle it today, not in this condition, so he simply catapulted himself into the air and blasted away through the air.

'She is gonna be so pissed’, a small voice in his head told him after arriving at his company. Bakugou knew exactly how you would react, you would scold him for a few minutes while tending to his wounds, followed by giving him his coffee, some lunch with a second scolding as dessert for not taking better care of himself and telling him that he can’t just live on coffee.

Bakugou had already mentally prepared himself for your scolding, but when the elevator doors finally opened, he wasn’t greeted with your pissed off face at your desk. It was a rather unusual sight, which made him wonder about your whereabouts, but he simply pushed the thought away with a 'maybe she’s busy’.

Fully expecting to find a sarcastic note on his desk he walked into his office, only to find a clean and empty desk waiting for him.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled as he searched his office for your daily post-it note without any luck. Was he blind or did you forget to make a note? No, you would never forget to make him a sticky note, that wasn’t like you at all and you didn’t have a day off so where was his note?

His mood was dropping even further after his unsuccessful search for your note, he really needed that little post-it note to cheer him up after a morning like that.

He didn’t even care how shocked his other employees were when he showed up to their workspace, which was on a different floor.

“Has anyone seen (y/n) (l/n)?” he asked with a stern voice causing the whole room to go deadly silent.

“S-She called in sick today,” a small woman said in the back of the room. All eyes had been on Bakugou, which meant that everybody had seen his utter surprise when that woman told him you were sick. You were never sick, in those two years you had worked for him you had never called in sick. Bakugou was convinced that you couldn’t even get sick, he always thought you had a quirk which made you super healthy or something but he apparently was proven wrong about that.

“I am taking the rest of the day off. Don’t call me, even if the whole city goes up in flames, we have enough other heroes who can take over. Call Deku or someone else but don’t you dare try to reach me!” Bakugou threatened, not bothering to see the terrified faces of his employees, as he was already on his way out. He knew exactly what he was going to do for the rest of this day and no villain could stop him from doing so.

A sudden knock on your pulled you out of your feverish dreams. 'Who the hell would have the indecency to bother you on your sick day?’ you thought to yourself as you wrapped the blankets around you and shuffled towards your door.

As you opened the door you couldn’t believe your eyes, was this another fever dream? You stared in pure shock at the person who was standing at your doorstep. Some wires in your head just snapped and before you even knew what you were doing you had slammed the door shut into your boss’s face.

“If you don’t open up that door within the next 10 seconds, I will blast it open!” you could hear him growl from the other side of the door.

What the hell was he doing here? You looked like a freaking zombie, there was no way in hell you were opening that door again, but your thoughts got interrupted by Bakugou’s pissed off counting.

“5.. 4.. goddammit (y/n) just open the fucking door, I brought you soup!”

He did what now? Not even a seconds after Bakugou had spoken out the word soup the door to your apartment swung open. It wasn’t a dream, your subconsciousness could never produce the picture you were seeing in front of you. A terribly beat up Bakugou was holding up a bag with some steam coming off of it. He couldn’t even dare to look into your eyes as you were staring in disbelief at his face, which made him blush even harder.

“Are you gonna invite me inside or not?” he grumbled, making you snap out of your trance. You simply gestured him inside as you held the door open even wider, watching his every step as he helped himself into your kitchen. 

You followed him silently, observing his every move as you tried to figure out if this was really happening right now and not just a dream or a bad joke, but your doubt was immediately forgotten the moment you smelled what Bakugou had brought. 

Your mouth started to water and you couldn’t hold back the growl your stomach made, causing Bakugou to raise an eyebrow at you. You hadn’t eaten all day due to your sick stomach but that soup smelled so good even your sick stomach couldn’t resist. You watched how your boss moved through your kitchen effortlessly and not even a minute later a steaming hot bowl was placed in front of you.

“This is sooo good!” you mumbled to yourself, shoving the soup down like you were drinking shots at a bar.

“Thanks,” Bakugou said in a pleased but still casual voice, which made you choke on your soup.

“Don’t tell me… you actually made that soup yourself?!” you managed to choke out underneath your coughs. 

'Bakugou could have never made a soup like that, he barely even feeds himself so there was just no way in hell he could make something this delicious.’ you thought to yourself while gulping down your water glass but when your eyes met his crimson ones you knew he wasn’t kidding.

“Yes I made that soup myself! You know, I can take perfectly good care of myself and I don’t really need you to bring me lunch every day,” he said blankly. Nobody in the world would believe you when you would tell them that Ground Zero was an outstanding cook, you didn’t even believe it yourself if you weren’t eating the soup yourself at the moment.

“You wouldn’t even survive a whole day without me” you shot back at him with a challenging stare. You were feeling so much better already, not only because of the amazing soup but the company was helping too.

“Pff I could survive at least a week without you!” he replied with a snort, rolling his captivating crimson eyes at you, but you were ready to end this man’s whole career right then and there.

“Yeah? What is your social security number?” you fired right back at him with an award-winning smirk. You knew you had won this fight before you could even see Bakugou’s facial expression drop in surrender.

“That is what I thought! You would be screwed without me,” you laughed out loud after seeing his sour face, but you couldn’t help yourself this whole situation was just too crazy. Never in your dreams would you have imagined that your boss would nurture you back to health with homemade soup after you called in sick for the day, but here you were sitting in front of your boss having the best time of your life, completely forgetting about your headache and sick stomach. You were laughing with all your heart at this point, squinting your eyes and clutching your stomach, nearly missing the small smile that had crept its way onto his lips as he said: “I really do need you.”

#bnha #mha #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #mha scenarios #bnha x reader #mha x reader #pro hero bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha imagine #my hero academia #my hero academy x reader #pro hero bakugou x reader

[isrustandstardust]

1. What’s been the best day of your life so far and why?

Hard to decide, I had so many great days.

2. Describe your first kiss, who was it with, what was it like, where was it etc?

It was with my best friend at the time, in my parents garden. It was early morning after a night spent talking, her lips were really soft.

3. What’s your biggest regret? I know we all say we don’t regret things but obviously it’s how we learn, from our mistakes. So what’s something from your past you wished you could have changed?

I could have handled a break up better. I ended up hurting someone I cared for.

4. When was the last time you laughed so hard that tears fell from your face and what was it at?

With my husband, yesterday night. We were actually making fun of someone we know.

5. What is the craziest thing that you have ever done?

Moving in with a guy I barely knew in a city 400km away from all my family and friends.

6. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you?

Nothing comes to mind rn.

7. Do you have any scars and if so, how did you get them?

I have my arms covered in scars. All of them are from self harming.

8. Where would you like to be in 10 years?

In another house, maybe abroad.

9. What are your views on drugs and alcohol?

I’m for the free of choice. I’ve tried drugs only a few times and not drinking atm.

10. What are your views on religion?

Brainwashing shit.

11. Have you ever thought about ending your own life? If so, why?

Yes, more than once. I tried, twice, when I was 21 and going through a lot. The second time I almost succeeded and woke up in the hospital after being unconscious and intubated for a week.

12. Write 5 facts people might not know about you.

- I am bipolar, borderline and have a schizoafective disorder.

- I dream about Satan and the end of the world on daily basis.

- When I was little I used look for little animals to bury and exhume after a while to see how decomposition works.

- I’ve been into witchcraft and rituals since I was 16.

- I write backwards like Leonardo Da Vinci.

13. What’s your zodiac sign and do you think it fits your personality?

I’m a Scorpio and it fits perfectly.

14. Pinpoint a moment you felt the most satisfied with your life.

When my storyboard teacher remembered me from my online test because it was a perfect score.

15. Discuss your first love.

We were young and trying too hard.

16. Put your ipod on shuffle and write 5 songs that pop up. Explain why each song is on there.

- Don’t mess with me - Brody Dalle. It’s from the soundtrack of a game I love.

- Distance - 4bidden. It relaxes me.

- As the rain comes down - 0K(ill)’s. Because I’m working on their new videoclip.

- 8-MQ 16.10.2001 - 0K(ill)’s. Because it’s inspired by an Italian female serial killer. The title is composed by her initials and date of death.

- Rock and Roll - Gary Glitter. It makes me want to misbehave.

17. Name somewhere you’d like to move or visit.

Iceland.

18. What’s your earliest memory?

My dad taking me to Collodi.

19. What are your views on mainstream music?

It’s heartless and all about making money.

20. What are your highs and lows of this past year?

High: starting officially my character designer career. Low: my mother in law and old dog passing away in less than a month.

21. What are your strongest beliefs?

I believe in being direct and honest. Do no harm but take no shit.

22. Who are you closest to in your family?

My dad maybe.

23. How important do you think education is?

It’s fundamental.

24. What’s one of your favorite shows?

My 600lbs life XD

25. How have you changed in the past 2 years?

I’m more secure of myself and my capabilities.

26. Name 5 people who are famous who you find attractive.

- Tom Hiddleston.

- Mads Mikkelsen.

- Hugh Dancy.

- Michael Fassbender.

- Matthew Good.

27. Name your favorite movie and what it’s about.

3 Iron, in the mood for love. Because they’re sad but huntingly beautiful.

Stoker because psycho killers turn me on.

The fountain because is eternal and heartbreaking.

28. Who is someone who fascinates you and why?

I am fascinated by fictional characters. Like Hannibal Lecter. Yeah, again psycho killers.

29. What kind of person attracts you?

Intelligent people.

30. What’s a problem that you have recently had or are currently having?

My body is giving up on me xD

31. Name something that you miss.

The lake.

32. Share 5 goals you want completed in the next 30 days.

- Doing at least 15 designs.

- Double up my workout time.

- Completing my very first song.

- Take that online course I’ve been postponing for lack of time.

- Get a hold of a camera and go shooting.

33. What’s been the highlight of your month and the lowest point?

Highlight: doing a shit ton of sales on my shop. Lowest point: I don’t recall one, it’s been a pretty good month so far.

34. What’s something that you’ve done in the past that you would never do again?

Being the side chick.

35. What is you’re biggest insecurity & why?

Not being good enough. It can be traced back to my mom being a terrible mother.

36. What were the last 3 songs you listened to and what did they mean to you?

- Natacha Atlas - GAFSA. Because it’s in the soundtrack of 3Iron.

- Morcheeba - Over and over again. I find I’d perfectly fitting.

- Portishead - Wandering star. Because it remembers me of someone from my past.

37. Do you have a toy that’s really special to you and if so what is it, how did you get it etc?

I had a plush of a rhino called Mr. Turkelton [Scrubs reference] that was so dear to me. It’s with my ex, we bought it together and he kept it. Still miss him tho.

38. Have you lost anyone close to you to death?

My mother in law. She was more of a mom to me than my own mother.

39. What is your purpose in life?

Being happy and create beautiful things.

40. When was the last time you cried and what was it over?

I do not remember, but I guess it was during my mil’s funeral.

41. If you got to spend an entire day with your favourite celebrity what would you guys do?

I would love to spend a day with the Mass Effect’s cast playing the game!

42. If you could only listen to one artist for the rest of your life, who would you choose and why?

Tool. Because I’m a masochist.

43. What are 3 traits that you like about yourself and what are three that you dislike about yourself? Personality wise.

Likes:

- Being open minded.

- Being stubborn.

- Being so will powered.

Dislikes:

- Being insecure.

- Being so unable to handle rage that I keep extremely calm until the moment I explode and get cruel and violent.

- Being unable to let go of things that enrage me.

44. Can you cook? If so what are your favorite dishes to make?

I’m pretty good at it. I love to make fresh pasta.

45. What was the last decision you regretted making?

Drinking that glass of milk, now my stomach hurts.

46. Who’s opinion of yourself do you value the most?

Mine. And then my husband’s. I don’t care of no one else’s opinion.

47. What’s the nastiest thing you’ve ever said to another human being and what drove you to say it?

I demolished a guy who was in love with me telling him exactly what I knew it would break him. I did it because he tried to act like I was his property and then got aggressive when I didn’t act accordingly.

48. What’s the nastiest thing anyone has ever said to YOU? Or something that’s hurt you above anything else and why?

Nasty things don’t get to me, I don’t listen to what people say, especially when it comes from someone I don’t care for or I despise. The things that hurt me the most was saying goodbye to someone I was not ready to let go.

49. You can ask your favourite celebrity 3 questions and she’s taken a magical truth pill so she will 100% answer honestly, what do you ask?

Maybe some technical stuff, Idk. I have no ‘favorite celebrity ‘ so...

50. What mark would you want to leave on this world after you are gone?

I don’t care about leaving a mark in a dying world tbh.

51. What makes you most angry?

Liars, incoherent people, delusional people, copycats.

52. Who do you think is a really underrated artist and what do you love about them?

There are a lot of really underrated artists out there trying their very best and being bashed by online algorithms. Support the artists you like!

53. What are the main qualities you look for when thinking about a significant other?

Intelligence, honesty and having moral values.

54. What’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?

The first that comes to mind is waiting at home for me to return with a hot bath ready and a bed full of rose petals. It’s a cliche,Iknow. But I was young and in love.

55. What is one of your favorite memories?

I have so many, but thinking about the past makes me feel bittersweet.

56. What do you do when you really want to impress someone?

I just act normal, if they’re impressed, good. If not, it’s ok.

57. What are your 3 favourite animals and why?

- Snakes: They’re so fascinating.

- Crows: they’re extremely intelligent.

- Sharks: natural born predators.

58. What’s the nicest present you’ve ever received?

A trip to Paris and a trip to Disneyland.

59. People always go around saying ‘oh I’m their biggest fan’, but what does being a truly big fan of someone mean to you?

Idk, I just like people. I don’t obsess over them.

I obsess over things I like, but not over some individual I don’t know.

60. Have you ever wanted to change anything about your life? If so, what?

I want more money XD

61. What is something you feel like you are really good at?

Drawing. Hopefully making music, but it’s way to early to say.

62. What is something you feel like you can get better at?

Drawing, there’s always room for improving.

63. What is something you feel like you are really bad at?

Hiding when I despise someone. And bowling.

64. If you were given $3,000,000 to put towards 3 charities/foundations ($1 mil each obvs), what would you choose and why?

Wildlife protection, animal shelters, planet’s preservation.

65. What’s one thing someone has done for you that was really small but made a huge impact?

My roommates came back from Xmas holidays one day earlier to have dinner with me because I was alone. And another brought me Xmas dinner a few days before.

66. What do you do when you can’t sleep?

I work :/

67. What’s something that’s on your bucket list?

Make a nice home studio.

68. If you could change 3 things within your government, what would they be and why?

I would actually change the opponent party. They’re dreadful.

69. What’s your favourite holiday and why?

Xmas, because it feels like happiness.

70. What’s the kindest thing a stranger has ever done for you? Even if it’s TINY like holding a door open for you, something that you rememer even though they were a complete stranger.

A stranger helped me when my nose was bleeding like crazy and I was alone in a mall. He also bought me an orange juice.

71. Who’s your favorite cartoon character?

Motoko Kusanagi.

72. What’s the first song that comes to your mind while reading this and why?

Reptile - NIN. Don’t know why.

73. Put the 7 deadly sins in order of the one you commit the most to the least.

Wrath - Lust - Pride - Sloth - Greed - Gluttony - Envy.

74. What would you like to be the first dance song at your wedding?

I’m already married and we danced over Christian Woman by Type 0 Negative XD

75. Have you ever been told you look like a famous person, if so, who?

Someone told me I look like Butterfly from Death Proof and like Amy Lee from Evancescence.

I really don’t see it.

76. What’s one thing you can not live without?

Art. And music.

77. What is the most selfless thing you have ever done for someone?

Going away.

78. Do you hate someone.

No, I dislike a lot of people, I think the world would be better off if some of them would die, it I do not hate them.

79. What are 3 things that have happened in your life that you’ve never forgotten? Big or small, just things you know you won’t ever forget and still seem crystal clear now.

- Almost dying.

- Getting married.

- Signing for my very first house.

80. What comes first to you out of friendships and relationships, and why?

They’re equally important.

81. What’s your favourite children’s tv show/movie?

Muppets: a Christmas Carol.

82. What song makes you cry the most?

Together we will live forever - Clint Mansell.

83. What’s the funniest film you’ve ever seen?

Operation Petticoat.

84. What’s something crazy that you’ve always wanted to do?

Trying human flesh.

85. Has anything ever happened to you that you just can’t forgive?

A lot. Just, a lot.

86. What’s your biggest fear?

Being abandoned.

87. What is your favorite food?

Red meat, pistachio ice cream.

88. Least favorite food? Why?

Celery.

89. Have you ever felt ashamed about something? If so what was it & why?

Not that I recall of.

90. Do you keep a journal? If so what mostly goes in it? Random thoughts, feelings, stories?

I always keep a journal, I write in it pretty much everything, dreams, feelings, ideas, thoughts.

91. When was the last time you said something nice to someone & what made you do it?

This morning to my husband, because he deserves it.

92. How do you feel when someone says something mean/disrespectful towards your fave celeb?

Couldn’t care less? Everyone is entitled to his own opinion, even if it’s a shitty one.

93. What’s the saddest story/one that’s touched you the most that you’ve ever heard on the news?

Milena Quaglini’s.

94. If you were told you were going to have 3 daughters, what would you want to name them?

Violante, Lavinia and Artemisia.

95. Do you have a middle name and if so, what is it?

I have two. Valeria and Maria.

96. How did your name get chosen? What’s the story behind it?

My dad found it in a sci-fi book back when he was a teenager. It was the name of the first baby girl born on the moon.

97. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done for each of your faves e.g. waiting in line for hours, getting up early to see them on tv etc?

I watched a streaming reunion in the middle of the night on N7 day.

98. Are you a virgin?

No.

99. What are the stories behind your tattoos/piercings and if you don’t have any, would you like any?

I have wings because I’ve always been obsessed with winged figures and angels.

I have a lot of movies/books quotes because they all means something to me.

I have cherry petals because of Hagakure.

The snowflake is the reminder of a very important person.

The moth is for my self destructive tendencies.

The witch is a homage to me.

The strawberry is a silly Adventure Time reference.

The snake is a biblical reference to both Lilith and Satan.

The Santa Muerte and the black goat are both linked to my beliefs.

100. Do you want to say something to the world?

Stop being stupid, stop making stupid people famous, open a book.

#survey #me #about me #books #tattoos #ink #music

[andtails]

A Prelude to Chaos Control - Chapter 4: In the City

Click here to start from the beginning. You can also read this story on FanFiction.Net or Archive of Our Own.

***** 

“I sure am beat.”

Sonic sat in Knuckles’ modest kitchen, resting his legs up on the table as he chugged a blueberry sports drink, sweat rolling down his fur.

“You said it,” Knuckles replied, entering the room with a training towel around his neck. “I haven’t had that much of a workout in a while.”

“Maybe I should come by more often then?”

“Just not too much.” The echidna and hedgehog chuckled while continuing their banter, relaxing after a few hours of sparring in the clearing surrounding Knuckles’ home.

“I wonder how Tails is doin’?” Sonic asked himself, standing up to get a good view of the Master Emerald shrine from the window. Sonic watched as Tails continued his work, typing away on his laptop, which he had wired to multiple points on the large gem.

“Do you think he’ll actually be able to pull it off?” Knuckles asked, peering out of the kitchen window alongside the blue hedgehog, taking a swig of his cherry sports beverage.

“Knowing my little bro, I have confidence that he’ll accomplish whatever he sets his mind to.”

“But still,” Knuckles interjected, “the thought that one can simply detect chaos energy with some machine seems a bit farfetched, don’t you think?”

Sonic turned his head toward the red echidna. “I don’t pretend to know much about all this science stuff. All I really know is that the emeralds can provide a significant power boost in combat, and finding a way to obtain them faster would place us at a great advantage. If anyone in this world can solve this puzzle, it’ll be my lil’ bro.”

“You sure seem to have a lot of confidence in him.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sonic replied, his face tightening as he sat back down at the table. “Ever since we met, Tails has gotten me out of countless jams and helped thwart Eggman’s schemes time and time again. I don’t think I’d be here today without his genius mind…or his friendship.” Sonic placed his arms on the table, looking up at the red echidna. “Yet despite this, he still places a lot of pressure on himself to be perfect, and he takes any mistake as a personal failure.”

Sonic’s voice began to shake as a slight hint of moisture formed over his eyes. “If I had one wish in this world, it’d be to help my little bro, but I just don’t know how, ya know?”

Knuckles, not used to consoling a friend or having these sorts of interpersonal conversations, stood there and looked at the hedgehog. He observed as Sonic turned his attention back to the window, watching the orange kitsune working diligently on his experiment.

This is so unlike Sonic. He must really be stressing out if he came to me, of all people, to talk about his feelings.

“But, what am I sayin’?” Sonic said in a joyful manner, a smile appearing on his face as he got up from his seat. “I’m sure that Tails’ll get the detector working, and we’ll have all the emeralds back in no time.”

“Ahh, okay, then…” Knuckles wasn’t sure how to respond to Sonic’s rapid mood swing.

“Why don’t we go check on him?” Sonic offered as he began walking to the door, taking a last gulp of his drink before throwing the bottle in the trash can along the way.

“Hey, you know we recycle here, right?” Knuckles pointed to the recycling bin next to the garbage can. The recycling container was labeled with three arrows that formed a triangle.

“Oops, sorry man.” Sonic ran a hand through his quills in embarrassment before fishing the bottle out of the trash and placing it in the proper bin. As he headed to the exit, Knuckles placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I may not be the best at this sort of thing, but if you ever need to talk some more, I’m always here.” Sonic looked over his shoulder and gave the red echidna a thumbs up and a smile before leaving the cabin.

*****

Tails stared at his laptop, tinkering with a software application that he had programmed to help analyze the unique energy readings emitted by the emeralds. He carefully studied the monitor, double-checking the software parameters while munching on his box of Mobian Scout™ mint chocolate cookies, allowing dark crumbs to fall onto his keyboard.

“All right, here goes nothing.” Tails clicked a few remaining keys before wiping his face clean of cookie crumbs and following the trail of wires leading from his laptop to the Master Emerald, which stuck to the mystical gem with suction cup-like energy readers. The objective was for the emerald’s chaos energy to transmit through the cables and reach the laptop, where Tails’ application would convert the readings into digestible data for further analysis.

Tails watched as the Master Emerald began to glow with a green aura as streaks of static covered the large gem. Meanwhile, the laptop was beginning to hum louder than usual, its small fans spinning faster to prevent the computer from overheating. The program displayed lines upon lines of numerical data as points on a continuously expanding chart shot up and down.

“It’s working!” The orange kitsune waved a fist in the air in excitement before grounding himself back to the task at hand, anxiously dividing his attention between his laptop and the Master Emerald. It was at this time that Sonic and Knuckles arrived back to the shrine, climbing up the stairs to greet the young fox.

“Hey Tails, how’s it goin’?” the blue hedgehog asked, waving at his younger brother. Instead of waiting for an answer, though, he shifted his focus to the glowing emerald, taking a step back in surprise. Knuckles swiftly stepped sideways to avoid Sonic’s sudden movement before noticing the emerald himself.

“Tails, what’re you doing!” Knuckles yelled, approaching the mystical gem with anger in his eyes. “Can’t you see the Master Emerald is in pain?”

“Huh?” Tails looked at the red echidna in confusion. “What do you mean? I’m only gathering data on the emerald’s chaos energy.” As if not hearing Tails’ explanation, Knuckles approached the gem intending to remove the cables. Before he could, though, a bolt of static shocked his hand, causing the tough echidna to step back, his face tensing up as he growled in pain.

“Knuckles, are you hurt?” Tails asked, approaching him with an outstretched hand.

“No, I’m fine.” Knuckles turned away, tending to his bruised hands before shooting a glance back at the orange kitsune. “So, are you gonna stop this madness?”

“I really don’t know what you mean, I was just—” Tails’ explanation was cut short by the static growing in size around the Master Emerald, the gem’s glow now a piercing light that blinded the trio as the shrine began to shake under their feet.

“Tails,” Sonic said, balancing on one foot as he swung his arms to steady himself. “You gotta stop this!”

“Right.” Tails flew over to his laptop, as walking was now out of the question, and pressed a few keys. As the application closed, Tails looked in bewilderment as the Master Emerald continued to glow violently, the intensity of the static getting stronger. “No, this is impossible! The reaction should’ve subsided by now!”

In a desperate attempt to remedy the situation, Tails tried yanking the cables off the emerald, theorizing that the gem was still transmitting data to the computer, even with the program shut down. Despite his attempts, the suction cups remained in place, firmly rooted to the Master Emerald. Tails moved closer to the green gem, still yanking at the cables, with one in either hand, making no progress.

“Why did I have to fasten these so tight?” Tails struggled to say as he used as much force as his little body could muster to remove the cords. As he gave a final tug, a steady stream of static pulsed out of the Master Emerald, striking Tails on both hands, covering his body in a wave of light.

“Ahhhhh!”

To Sonic and Knuckles’ horror, the orange kitsune remained frozen in place for several seconds, glowing brightly to give them a view of the skeletal outline beneath his skin, before falling to his knees. Tails’ body tumbled sideways, facing the Master Emerald, as he fell out of consciousness.  

*****

Tails slowly opened his eyes, blinded by the mid-afternoon sun pouring through the bedroom window of Knuckles’ cabin, to find himself in bed. Sonic was staring intently into his eyes, shifting in his chair as he noticed his younger brother regaining consciousness.

“Tails!” Sonic grabbed his hand. The young fox winced at the pain in his palms. “Ohh, sorry little bro.”

The kitsune raised his head up and looked down at his hands, gloves replaced by white bandages. He attempted to make fists with his hands, but while he was able to successfully move his fingers, pain still shot up his hand, tears forming in his eyes as his lips trembled. Drying his eyes with his right arm, he looked at the concerned hedgehog sitting next to him on the side of the bed.

“How long was I out?”

“About two hours.” Sonic pointed at a clock on the wall, which read two in the afternoon.

“I see,” Tails replied, resting his eyes for a bit, allowing his hands to drop down to his belly, the position that seemed the most comfortable to his injured paws. “And the Master Emerald?”

“The giant rock is fine,” Sonic replied, a small smile returning to his face. “Knuckles is tending to it now. You should’ve seen the look on his face when you got shocked, though. He was so scared!”

“If he was frightened, I can’t imagine how you reacted!”

The two brothers laughed in unison.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, big guy.”

Sonic peered down at the injured fox as he rustled his hair. Tails looked up at the blue hedgehog, wondering if he was imagining the moisture that appeared to be forming in Sonic’s eyes, as if he were about to cry, or if it was merely an optical illusion from the sun’s reflection.

“I’m…sorry…” Tails said, looking down at his palms again, his fingers twitching as feeling returned to his hands.

“Hey, you’ve got nothin’ to apologize for,” Sonic replied, stroking the back of the fox’s head.

“Did I really cause pain to the Master Emerald?” Tails looked back up at the blue hedgehog, tears welling up in his eyes.

“I don’t know for sure,” Sonic replied, holding Tails’ hands, delicately enough to not cause pain, “but nobody believes that you did it on purpose.” The blue hedgehog’s calming voice and rational response helped cool his nerves, fresh tears no longer building up in his eyes. The young kitsune’s face loosened as he looked out the window.

“I’m sure Knuckles is upset with me, huh.” Tails watched as the red echidna shined the Master Emerald, as if attempting to restore the mystical gem after being sullied by his experimentation.

“He was much more concerned with your well-being than that stupid rock,” Sonic replied. “But if you think you’re up to it, we can get you out of bed and walk around, maybe go see ‘im too.”

Tails wiggled his toes to confirm his feet weren’t asleep before pulling himself out of bed. The hedgehog helped steady the orange fox as he placed his feet on the ground before letting him go. Tails wobbled a bit, grabbing onto Sonic’s shoulder before regaining his composure. After releasing him once more, waiting several seconds to make sure he could stand on his own, the young kitsune was able to keep his balance without anyone there to prop him up.

“Now let’s see if you can walk.” Sonic stepped out of the bedroom, beckoning Tails to follow him. Instead, he lost himself in thought, no longer in the company of his big brother.

I don’t understand…how did I survive such a shock with little more than burnt hands? Surely the intensity of the electricity should’ve paralyzed me, or worse…

The young kitsune stood there, pondering his miraculous recovery, his finger to his chin as he continued looking out the window, the sun warming his orange fur.

“Is something wrong?” Sonic asked, poking his head back into the bedroom to check on his little brother.

“No, I’m fine.” Wishing to delay no longer, Tails moved his legs, still wobbly as if his nervous system were still rebooting. Slowly taking a few more steps, however, the orange fox regained the ability to move normally, briskly following Sonic out of the cabin.

The bright sun, light wind, and refreshing aroma of the outdoor air seemed to calm Tails’ mind. He breathed deeply, allowing the air to escape his lungs slowly as he looked across the pristine clearing. He took it all in, forgetting about his injuries and scientific failures for a few moments before turning his eyes to the Master Emerald Shrine, where Knuckles was still shining the large gem with a white rag.

Not wanting to push his luck, but still eager to test his body’s limits after recovering from the electric shock, Tails jogged toward the shrine. Deciding that his legs were okay, and his balance unhindered, he began to spin his namesakes to increase his speed. Thankfully, his tails, or the rest of his body, didn’t seem to be drastically impacted by the accident, just another mystery that rivaled the age-old question of how he was able to rotate his appendages like helicopter propellers in the first place.

Sonic watched as Tails picked up speed.

Man, that little guy recovers fast!

Meeting each other at the foot of the shrine, the two brothers walked up the stone steps to greet Knuckles, who had since dropped his rag and sat down for a break.

“How are you doing, Knuckles?” Tails asked, his voice shaky. He was nervous to confront him after the incident with his Master Emerald.

“Not too bad,” the red echidna replied, looking up at the young kitsune from his seat on the ground. “I should be asking you the same thing.”

“Oh, I’m fine.” Tails smiled as he placed a hand behind his head before pulling it away, forgetting that his palms were more sensitive than usual.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” Knuckles said, standing back on his feet. “I just hope you realize why I got so upset.”

“No, no, I should be the one apologizing for hurting the Master Emerald. I feel like I deserve the punishment I received.”

“That’s not true. I may be the guardian of the Master Emerald, sworn to protect it at all costs, but that doesn’t mean your pain was deserved. Besides, I’m sure the Master Emerald recognized you were not actually trying to cause harm.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Tails itched his muzzle. “Hey, Knuckles…does the Master Emerald have…sentience?”

“What does that mean?” Knuckles raised his hand to his chin, attempting to decipher this new word.

“You know…feelings…thoughts…like you and me.”

“Ohh, I see. Well…yes, the Master Emerald does have feelings, and I can use my connection to the emerald to sense these emotions, but it has never spoken to me in words. I felt the emerald’s pain during your experiment, but it didn’t say that you were causing it…it didn’t need to.”

The young fox approached the Master Emerald once more, the gem glistening in the mid-afternoon sun. “If you can understand me, I just want you to know that…I’m sorry...” He placed an injured paw on the large gem as he looked down at the base of the emerald. Surprisingly, his hand didn’t hurt from touching the mystical gem.

Knuckles and Tails stood there in silence. Only the rustling of the wind and the chirping of distant flickys could be heard as they lost themselves in thought. Sonic, who was on the other side of the Master Emerald, came back around and approached his younger brother.

“Hey Tails, you’re gonna wanna take a look at this.” The fox looked up and followed the blue hedgehog to the other side of the shrine, a charred laptop resting on the ground.

At first, the orange kitsune blankly stared at the damaged laptop, coming to the realization that all his hard work, not to mention his injuries, were for nothing, until he realized that not all hope was lost. The fox turned to his smartwatch, pressing a few buttons to reveal a projector-like display that floated over Tails’ wrist, allowing him to interface with its menu by swiping with his hands.

“Aha!” Tails raised a fist in the air and jumped for joy. “This is why I always run back-ups! My laptop saved all the Master Emerald readings to the cloud in real-time. I should be able to work with this.”

“That’s great news!” Sonic said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Tails looked up at his older brother with a smile, content that the work he undertook, and the inadvertent risks that he put the Master Emerald through, paid off in the end.

Their celebration, however, was cut short as the projector’s image of numerical chaos energy data shifted to the face of a small, serious-looking Mobian.

“Hello, come in, Tails,” said a gravely, deep voice from the other end of the call. “This is General Pitliff.” Sonic and company saw him talking into a headset covering his large, gray ears, a green hard hat and military fatigues blanketing his small, furry, puffy body. If not for his stern expression, the frown on his face, and his petrifying stare, the chinchilla would have almost looked cute.

“Listen up,” Pitliff continued, placing a small paw over his exposed ear. “Robotnik is up to his dirty schemes again.” He paused as a car exploded in the background. “We need you and Sonic here to defeat and, hopefully, apprehend the evil doctor.”

“We’re on it,” Tails replied, giving Pitliff a salute with his arm.

“I knew we could count on you.” Pitliff entered a few digits into his smartwatch. “All right, I just sent you the coordinates, the heart of Seaside City. We’ll fend him off until you get here, at which point we will divert our focus to assisting the injured while you take care of Robotnik.”

“Understood,” Tails said as the general ended the call. He turned his attention to Sonic and Knuckles. “Alright, let’s go and kick Eggman’s butt!”

“Hold on a second.” Sonic raised his arms, signaling the young fox to pause as he was about to fly down the stone steps of the shrine. “Is it such a good idea for you to go rushing into battle with your injuries?”

Tails stared at the bandages on his hands. He winced in pain as he attempted to form tight fists.

“I’m…I’m alright, Sonic…honest.”

“I dunno, little buddy. I’m not so sure you’re in a condition to fight.”

Tails stared at his older brother, a look of disbelief appearing on his face. “But I’m your pilot. We can defeat Eggman together, like we always do. And besides, now that Eggman is back, we don’t know what he is planning, or if he has any Chaos Emeralds.”

Sonic looked up at the blue sky while tapping a finger against his chin, pondering Tails’ plea to help.

I am concerned for the little guy, especially with his injuries, and I could just fly the Tornado 2 by myself, but that’d absolutely crush his self-confidence.

“As long as you stay in the plane, I’ll allow it.” The hedgehog folded his arms and lowered his head, closing his eyes as if in deep thought. “I care too much about you to put you in harm’s way.” Sonic’s voice cracked as he looked up at Tails, a smile returning to the blue blur’s face. “But if you promise to keep yourself safe, we could definitely use the air support.”

Tails could’ve sworn that the hedgehog’s eyes were starting to moisten.

He really is concerned for me, huh? Well, all the more reason to make him proud!

Sonic raised a gloved pinkie finger, and the young fox grabbed hold of it with his own bandaged pinkie finger.

“Pinkie swear!” they said in unison.

“Hey guys, not to interrupt your conversation here, but shouldn’t we be heading to Seaside City?”

“You’re right, Knuckles.” Sonic replied. “Let’s go!”

With that, Team Sonic dashed through the clearing and the wooded path, making their way back to the Tornado 2, untouched from their arrival earlier that day.

Tails hopped in the cockpit as Sonic and Knuckles planted their feet on the left and right wings, respectively.

“You sure you’re gonna be comfortable leaving the Master Emerald behind?” Sonic asked as Tails readied for takeoff.

“I don’t like being away from the shrine, yes, but a few hours should be okay. Eggman is the biggest threat to the Master Emerald after all, so I’m still defending the Master Emerald, even if I’m away from the island.”

“I guess,” Sonic replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Hey Tails, are we about ready yet?”

“Almost.” Tails’ fingers were still numb from his injuries, lightly burning as he twisted the knobs and pulled the levers on his control panel. “I know what should make it better!” He reached into his glove compartment to find a new pair of white gloves, replacing the ones destroyed during the incident. “These should provide some padding to help dull the pain.”

He slipped the gloves on gently, careful not to undo the bandages around his hands, before bringing the biplane to life. He spun it around, twisting it 180 degrees on the grassy runway, and rolled forward, picking up enough speed to take off and retract the aircraft’s wheels. The young kitsune looked down at his gloved hands, now lifting the plane as it brought the gang up to a higher elevation.

“Yeah, I think these gloves’ll do nicely.” He grinned to himself as he glanced at either wing, making sure that his two companions didn’t fall into the ocean below. Next, he clicked a few buttons on his smartwatch to transmit General Pitliff’s coordinates to the Tornado 2’s built-in GPS. “Alright!” Tails said to himself. “If we go a little bit faster, we should reach our destination in about 15 minutes.”

And with that, Tails cranked up the speed, the hedgehog and echidna wobbling a bit before regaining their composure, as Team Sonic soared through the sky, on their way to confront Eggman once more.

*****

Seaside Hill was a tropical paradise, sparsely populated by Mobians and primarily visited by tourists eager to enjoy the pleasant waters, warm sun, and ancient architecture the getaway had to offer. Over the years, a city formed nearby, although not close enough to disturb its natural wildlife or pollute its pristine waters. As time passed, the city expanded further away from the coastline that made the region famous. Eventually, a multi-lane interstate highway was constructed through the heart of the city. Tall buildings were developed to house various multi-national corporations that established their roots in the sprawling economically lush business district. New suburban communities seemed to sprout up like wildfire, eager to fill the residential needs of workers who wanted to live away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Indeed, the city was growing at a rapid rate.

The perfect target for Eggman’s nefarious schemes.

As Team Sonic neared the coordinates provided to them by General Pitliff, they spotted the sight and smell of smoke filling the air and a large figure hovering high above the city, higher than the tall buildings of downtown as if waiting for a new challenger to appear from the skies. As the biplane got closer, they got a better view of this entity: a large, silver, mechanical raptor with long talons, a wingspan the length of a semitruck, a razor-sharp beak, and menacing red eyes that glared at the party.

“Why hello there, you miserable pests!” The sound of Eggman’s bellowing voice echoed out of the raptor’s beak. Now approaching within striking distance of the creation, Tails began to circle it, hoping to learn of the evil doctor’s intentions while developing a plan for taking down the raptor.

“All right, Eggman,” Tails said, speaking into his headset, allowing his voice to be heard through external speakers. “What are you up to this time?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, my furry little friend.” The robot hovered in place as the biplane made its second lap around. “All right, I’ll get right to the point. Hand over whatever Chaos Emeralds you may have in your possession or else I’ll continue terrorizing Seaside City with my Elemental Egg Eagle!” As if on cue, the mechanical eagle let out a deafening cry that sounded nearly identical to the real thing. The orange kitsune’s muscles tensed at the menacing sight before him, but Sonic didn’t seem too worried.

“Elemental whatchamacallit?” Sonic asked, placing his hands on his knees while laughing. “You need to build a robot to help you name these things because you’re lacking in the creativity department!”

“I’ll have you know that it took several days to come up with the perfect name!”

“Doesn’t sound like it to me,” Knuckles replied, pounding his fists together in anticipation for the battle ahead. Sonic followed suit, stretching his arms forward while still maintaining his balance on the unstable wing at his feet.

“Let’s say we show Eggman a thing or two.”

Not waiting for a response from the red echidna, Sonic leapt forward, rolling into a ball as he charged toward the robotic eagle. Knuckles did the same, gliding towards their foe, his arms outstretched in front of him. The two allies made contact, but they ricocheted off the mechanical beast, not even leaving a scratch. Tails expertly caught the two with his biplane, one on either wing, as he continued circling around the eagle.

“Now it’s my turn!” Tails declared, pressing a button on his steering wheel to release a torrent of bullets. Unfortunately, these also bounced off the robotic beast, seemingly having no impact on their foe.

“Wooahhooohoohooo.” Eggman’s jolly laughter was almost as deafening as the eagle’s cry. “Surely you didn’t think that such trivial attacks would stop the Elemental Egg Eagle!”

By this point, Sonic and Knuckles had recovered from their first attack against the raptor and tried again, both launching off the biplane’s wings simultaneously. This time, however, the eagle dodged the attack, soaring upward with a flap of its wings. The blue and red blurs collided, just hard enough to throw Sonic out of his spherical form, as they plummeted to the city below.

Once again, Tails jumped into action, putting his plane into a harrowing nosedive as he swooped down to capture the heroes on the leftmost wing.

“Aha! You fell right into my trap!” Eggman yelled from above.

Tails looked behind him to see what was, perhaps, his worst nightmare, the very thing that he feared most: lightning. The bright streak approached the biplane, originating from the eagle’s beak, hitting the tail of the plane. Electricity sparked along the back of the aircraft, but it didn’t reach the cockpit or the wings thanks to the weather-proofing shock absorbers installed throughout the Tornado 2.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that, Eggman!” Tails yelled. Before the young fox could reverse his nosedive, however, an emergency alarm rang from the plane. He looked behind once more to discover the fire scorching the plane’s tail. “Damn it!”

“Woah, Tails. Language!” Sonic yelled as he and the red echidna clasped onto the wing, their legs dangling upward as the plane careened to the ground below. Tails ignored this comment, instead trying to steady the plane for an emergency landing.

“Bad news, guys. Looks like we’re gonna have to take this battle to the city.” As Tails announced his plan into his headset, he frantically looked around the cityscape for a suitable place to land his biplane. The tall buildings scattered throughout the downtown area directly below were, perhaps, suitable for a helicopter landing, but he needed a long strip of road to safely land his aircraft without any casualties.

The kitsune found an abandoned stretch of the interstate, a section just long enough for him to land the plane and allow it to roll to a safe stop. Wasting no time, the fox took the plane out of its nosedive, allowing the Tornado 2 to lose altitude as a steadier pace. He steered the plane, positioning it horizontally with the highway below.

“Brace yourselves!” Tails yelled, deploying the wheels as his friends regained their composure from the nosedive. They bent their knees and balanced on the biplane’s wing like a surfboard, using their hands to keep themselves from falling off as the aircraft’s wheels made contact with the cement surface below. As the plane slowly lost speed, the orange kitsune dodged a few burning police cars before the aircraft ground to a halt, almost colliding with a school bus that obstructed the entire stretch of the interstate.

“Great landing, Tails!” Sonic called out, giving the pilot a thumbs up, which Tails returned before opening the hatch protecting the cockpit.

“Woah, hold up there, cowboy.” Sonic looked up at the cockpit, his younger brother about to jump out. “Remember what you promised earlier.” It took a few moments for Tails to recall that he committed to staying in the plane.

“But I can fight, Sonic! You’re gonna need all the help y—”

“Pinkie…swear.” Sonic interrupted the fox’s argument with a stern voice, staring sharply at the pilot. “I’m sorry, but with your injuries, you’d only be a liability on the battlefield. Come on, Knuckles.”

The two jumped off the wing and ran down the interstate, approaching the mechanical raptor that had since descended and hovered in place a short distance away. Sonic dashed off too quickly to see the tears welling-up in Tails’ eyes. He tried to dry them with his gloved hands, but his emotional agony seemed to exacerbate his physical pain, causing him to groan in discomfort. He slumped in his chair, looking down at his feet as tears rolled down his muzzle, dripping to his legs.

“A liability, huh? Is that what you truly think?”

The young fox was too emotionally blinded to realize that Sonic’s comment was narrowly referencing the situation at hand – his injuries making him a more vulnerable target – instead of a poignant attack against his overall usefulness.

“No…” Tails’ voice was scratchy as he spoke through his tears. “I can do anything I set my mind to. I can help you defeat Eggman and prove that I’m no liability.” Drying his tears with his left arm, he jumped out of the aircraft. The fire on the plane’s tail extinguished itself naturally, so the young fox didn’t need to worry about further damage to his prized biplane.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?” Tails said to the Tornado 2, patting its metallic body as if to reassure the aircraft that he’d return safely.

He turned around and ran toward his friends, activating his namesakes for extra speed. The trip only took him a few minutes, even while dodging the debris scattered along the road. Hiding behind a destroyed car to remain undiscovered by Eggman, Tails peeked around the vehicle to find the evil doctor giving one of his famous, albeit annoying monologues.

“Isn’t my Elemental Egg Eagle an eggzzellent invention? It has the speed and agility of a raptor with an impenetrable body and the ability to produce not one…not two…but THREE elemental attacks. As you’ve already witnessed, electricity is one of them. Want to guess what else we have in store?” The eagle, resting its mechanical talons on the cement road, opened its beak while charging a new attack. “Get a load of this!”

The mechanical slave unleashed a stream of fire in Sonic and Knuckles’ direction. Sonic dodged with relative ease while Knuckles left little room for comfort. After jumping to the side, he noticed a warm feeling above his head. A few seconds later, he realized that his fur was on fire. He ducked and rolled around frantically to put out the miniature blaze, leaving a patchy burnt spot near his dreadlocks.

“Ahaha, Knuckles…you should look at yourself in the mirror!” The blue hedgehog laughed as he pointed at the red echidna, unable to control his emotions as Knuckles’ anger grew hotter than the flames he just extinguished. Suffice it to say: unlike Sonic, Knuckles didn’t chuckle.

“This is no laughing matter, you oaf!”

Little did Sonic know, Knuckles was correct. Eggman used this opportunity for the eagle to recharge, its beak gaping open as it gathered the energy necessary to release another flamethrower attack. Sonic quickly stopped laughing and braced himself for another dodge, Knuckles doing the same. Before the bird could launch its attack, however, an orange kitsune ran towards it, passing Sonic and Knuckles by as he held a dummy ring bomb in his outstretched hand.

“Get a load of this you fiend!”

Tails threw the ring directly at the eagle’s beak, landing in its mouth and falling down its throat. The machine’s eyes grew wide, realizing that a foreign object was obstructing the elemental weapons housed in its throat. It tried to gag it out, but it was no good; the bomb stuck itself to the first surface that it touched, making removal almost impossible in the short period of time before detonation. The eagle put its head down, as if conceding defeat, before the beak exploded, shooting shrapnel everywhere as the eagle collapsed to the ground, its wing twitching as if it were a real bird on its last legs.

“Noooooo! Curse that meddlesome fox! Get up, you worthless bucket of bolts!” Miraculously, the eagle obeyed; only its mouth and beak were damaged, so the rest of the mechanical raptor was still intact. The hole in the bird’s face left by the explosion revealed the three elemental cannons that deployed their respective attacks. The two on either side were too damaged to be of use, but the middle weapon was in working order.

“Freeze that fox back to the ice age, or else you’ll be joining your brothers in the junkyard.” Not needing to be threatened again, the eagle began charging the attack, a white mist forming around the hole in its face.

“Now fire!” At a speed even faster than its flame attack, the injured eagle released a stream of ice. The young fox had no time to dodge; the attack hit him directly in the chest, launching him back as the cold stream followed him, the green Chaos Emerald slipping from his utility belt and landing on the cement below.

“Not…the emerald…” Tails struggled to say as his body flew through the air, passing Sonic and Knuckles in the opposite direction before colliding with the side of a school bus. The ice continued its onslaught against his furry body, entombing him completely in a frozen chunk of ice against the bus, save for his head and a single arm.

“Ahhh, I’m…stuck…” Tails tried to wiggle himself free, but he lacked the energy and power to break the ice.

“Tails!” Sonic ran back to him, concern in his eyes as he approached his younger brother. “I’m gonna get you out of this.”

“No…Sonic…” Tails said between labored breaths, his body experiencing a tremendous amount of pain from the cold penetrating his fur and piercing the skin below. He used his head and eyes to turn Sonic’s attention to his free hand, a dummy ring bomb around his wrist. “Take…this bomb…and throw it into…its gullet. That…should weaken it…enough for you…and Knuckles to…bring it…do—”  

Tails spoke no more, dangling from the side of the truck.

“Tails…” Sonic placed a hand on his furry face, unresponsive to his gentle touch.

“Tails!”

*****

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ch 5.

Roman could tell by her refusal to look at him that she was already regretting their little tryst. Even with his emotions being all over the place as well as his confusion as to what to do next with the news of his impending fatherhood, he still couldn’t bring himself to regret a damn thing despite the wedding ring he put back on his finger.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving me the silent treatment?”

Braelin stilled at the sound of his voice before slowly pulling her long hair over her shoulder ”We just spent the last hour talking. What more do we have to talk about?”

Roman narrowed his eyes “How about the fact that you’re carrying my children and we need--”

“There is know we, Roman. We’ve already established that.”

“No, we established that before I knew the truth. Things have changed and we’re now playing a different ball game. From this moment on you and I are a family.”

Braelin’s mouth fell open seemingly catching flies “Are you outside of your damn mind? You’re married and I’m--”

 “When has that stopped us before?” Roman sighed “Look, I’m not proud of how this happened but it happened. You’re carrying my children and that means something."

"Yes, this means we'll be connected forever and maybe that's enough."

And before Roman got to disagree her phone started ringing "Don't answer that."

Braelin ignored him and answered it anyway not bothering to check to see who it was and honestly she didn't care she just wanted to end this entire conversation "Hello"

"Hey, little mama. Where are you?"

The sound of Dante's voice was enough to almost make her topple over with guilt "D-Dante, hey. I'm over Ayanna's house. She had a rough night so I'm just checking in on her."

Roman glared at her before taking a step closer in which of course she took several steps back.

"Ok, that make sense. You were supposed to meet me an hour ago—“

Braelin closed her eyes "I know baby and I'm sorry I promise I'll make it up to you."

Roman attempted to snatch the phone out of her hand but Braelin moved out of reach "Are you kidding me right now?" He whispered heatedly.

"Dante, actually how about you meet me at my place tonight at eight and I can cook dinner."

Dante grinned liking that idea a lot more than them meeting up at his place for disney plus and chill. "Sounds like a date. I'll see you later tonight, baby."

Braelin smiled softly before hanging up by the time she turned back around to Roman he looked more disheveled than he did post coital "Did you have fun throwing your new boy toy back in my face, again?"

"Look, we're starting to sound like a broken record with our conversations and even worse we're falling into this habit of falling back to each other's bed while you're married and I'm— with  someone else."

"Does Dante know he hasn't made it to boyfriend territory yet?

Braelin wasn't sure where she and Dante were headed or if they needed to be heading anywhere especially while she was pregnant with another man's child. But she sure as hell wasn't going to discuss it with Roman.

"Dante knows I'm carrying your child and he's stood by me regardless of that fact. I'm not sure Janelle will feel the same and honestly if Dante decided right now that this entire thing was too much I wouldn't blame him. This is our mess and we dragged down enough people in it. So until we figure out a way to make this less painful for the people we love and care about then I think we need to keep our distance."

"Not a chance. But you're right about one thing, things have changed so when Janelle gets back I'm going to do something I should've done after you and I first had sex and I'm going to be honest with her about everything. And then after that you and I are going to have a long discussion about what's next." He said with finality. 

Roman clearly had plans for them as a family and he was in no mood to argue with her on any alternatives.

Braelin sighed pulling her sweater over her head and slipping her feet back into her shoes "I have to go." she mumbled and before she made it past the door she was spun around and her lips were captured in bruising kiss.

Roman and Braelin went at it for a few seconds before he let go, "We're a family. Don't push me away."

 "I have to go." she said before leaving to meet Dante.

Braelin ran into the house. She had forty minutes to shower and get dinner started before Dante arrived. 

She really thought things would be easier once she told Roman that she was pregnant but it only seemed to make things more complicated. 

Braelin heard the doorbell and smiled. She turned off the shower and put on her robe "I'm coming." She said before unlocking the door.

"It looks like I caught you at the right time." He grinned, obviously liking what he saw.

Braelin laughed shaking her head and pulling him inside "Get in here. Let me go change and we can get dinner started."

"Why? I like what you're wearing now."

Braelin shot a pillow at his head "Behave."

"No, promises." he walked over to her and burying his face into her neck "Damn, you smell good."

Braelin closed her eyes enjoying the close proximity "We really need to get dinner started. I know you're hungry."

"I'm starving " he whispered.

Braelin looked into his lust filled eyes and saw as clear as day what he was hungry for. Unfortunately, she was violently reminded what she and Roman had done an hour ago "I meant food. I promised you dinner and I plan on delivering."

Danted sighed loudly, "Fine, but one day soon. I want to eat my fill."

"Down, boy. You'll have plenty of time to eat. But right now I  want you to taste something else."

Dante's eyes darkened "You're such a tease."

Braelin winked "I'll be right back." 

When Braelin came back into the living room she was wearing an oversized T-shirt,  fuzzy socks and her favorite worn shorts. She decided it was probably best to keep things as PG as possible "So I was thinking we should make shrimp alfredo."

"Sounds good to me. It'll be like a little throwback from our vacation in Bora Bora."

"I wish were there now. Everything seemed so simple and peaceful."

Dante grabbed the ingredients out of the fridge "Just say the word little mama and we can go back."

Braelin looked up at him "Just like that. You'll drop everything just to do that for me?"

Dante looked over his shoulder hearing the scepticism in her voice, "Don't be surprised. I mean if I'm being honest there's not too much I'll say no to when it comes to you." 

Hearing that gave her pause. "What are we doing, Dante? seriously. I mean we're together all the time now, we go on vacations and at the moment if it wasn't for my babies you would be all I think about."

Dante moved around the counter grabbing her face with his large hands "We're friends. We're workout partners but" he rubbed his thumb across her cupid bow shaped lips "We're a lot more than that aren't we?"

Braelin couldn't do this, she had to be honest "I had sex with Roman."

Dante blinked that's not what he was expecting to hear "I know. You told me."

"No, I mean I lied about where I was. After my doctor's appointment I went to tell Roman the truth because I thought he deserved to know and then we sort of—"

Dante's hands dropped from her face "Is this going to be some pattern between you two?"

"No, Dante it was a mistake."

"The first time was a mistake, Braelin. After the second time it's now a habit."

Braelin held her head down in shame. She could tell he was disappointed in her which made it harder to look at him. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

 "We're not together. At least not officially but I want us to be but I need to know that I'm not some rebound until you're realize you're not over Roman."

Braelin shook her head placing her small hands on his face "I know what that's like and I would never— Hey, look at me" she didn't continue until he was looking at her "I want us. I want this. I want you. No one else."

Dante searched her eyes for hesitation and found none "Good, because I want you too and I have for a long ass time."

Braelin laughed "You have me." she leaned up and kissed him sweetly.

Dante pulled her into his arms and for the remainder of the night that's where she stayed.

Roman placed his suitcase in front of  the front door. He checked around the room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything and that's when his eyes landed on the sonogram. His daily reminder of his impending fatherhood. He hadn't spoken too or seen Braelin since the night she told him the truth. He constantly fought the urge to go to check in on them but he had a feeling that she really didn't want to see him.

Roman heard the sound of keys from behind him. He noticed she wasn't paying attention and almost collided into Roman. "Someone's lost in thought."

Janelle steadied herself "I'm sorry, baby. But I just got off the phone with the doctor and the tests all came back normal. I'm completely healthy so I don't understand why we can't conceive."

"It's just going to take a lot longer then what either of us planned and that's alright."

"When was the last time you checked your sperm count?"

Roman blinked "Umm..never. I'm pretty sure my sperm is working just fine."

Janelle shook her head "How do you know that? Have you gotten tested lately?"

“I don’t  have too. My sperm works just fine so I know it’s not me” Roman sighed deciding to take a different approach “Maybe it's a sign that we should probably wait.”

Janelle didn’t understand where this sudden hesitation was coming from. “What’s going on with you?”

Roman furrowed his brows “Nothing.”

“Tell that to someone who doesn’t know you. Every since I came back from DC you’ve been different. When I ask you to see a doctor for the sake of our family you shut me down when it was your idea to start a family.”

“It was our idea.”

Janelle nodded “Yes, but now it feels like I’m alone in this wanting. What changed?”

He knew he had to be honest with her. At this point there was no need to prolong the inevitable “A couple of months ago I cheated on you.”

Silence

More silence 

Janelle swallowed  “You what?”

“It was one time until—“

“Until what?” she bit out fighting the urge not to go the fuck off.

“It happened again while you were in DC.”

And that did it. Every ounce of self  control Janelle had was thrown out the window after finding out her husband cheated on her not once but twice. She was in DC being poked and prodded by some fucking doctor because she wanted to have his child. But what was he here doing? Fucking some bitch.

Roman expected the slap that came but he wasn’t expecting the attempt to kick him the balls. He grabbed her leg but was met with another slap. “You son of a bit—“

When she attempted to slap him again Roman grabbed her hand “Relax.” he yelled.

Janelle eyes narrowed “I find out my husband cheated on me twice and you want me to relax, fuck you.”

Roman pushed her gently away from him “That’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you meant. You should’ve relaxed before having the balls to cheat on me not once but twice and since you’re feeling so profound and what to confess after several months tell me who the bitch is you cheated one me with.” she said getting in Roman’s face.

Roman’s jaw ticked. He decided to take  several steps back because this girl was really trying him. He would never hit a woman but if she put her hands on him again they were going to have some damn problems. 

Which brought him to something else. He knew Janelle would would react this way after finding out he cheated on her twice. Anyone who felt as betrayed as her would and understandably so. But he didn’t even want to think about what she would do if she found out Braelin was the woman he cheated with and that she was carrying his children.

So he did the only thing that felt natural at this stage of the game. He lied.

“It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t matt—“

Janelle laughed bitterly “Was it with the same girl or was it two different women.” His silence was enough for her to figure it out “This woman led my husbands dick astray twice so it definitely fucking matters. Who is she?”

Roman’s alarm went off reminding him he was  already late heading to the airport. He cursed “I’ll call you when I land so we can talk about this.”

Janelle moves to stand in front of the door “I don’t think so. We’re going to finish this.”

Roman clenched his jaw “Move, Janelle.”

“No, I’m not letting you leave here until you tell me who she is?” Then  it dawned on her “it’s someone you work with isn’t it? Is it..It’s Braelin isn’t it?”

Roman shook his head “No.”

“It’s her isn’t it.” she said pushing at his chest fresh tears streaming down her face “tell me you son of a bitch.”

Roman grabbed her small hands and yanking her toward his cheat “It’s not her” he yelled “it’s someone I met at a bar. She’s no one, Janelle. Now, I have to go.”

Janelle looked up at him with the saddest eyes. “How could you do this to me?”

Roman pulled her into his arms “I’m sorry, baby. But I have to go. We’ll talk about this once I get back.” He kissed her on the forehead and was out the front door.

Roman always prided himself on being an honorable hardworking man. He wasn’t perfect but he knew enough to know that he was never going to put his wife through the pain of wondering if he was fucking around on her because at the end of the day she was his home. He was her man and no other woman can fill the place his heart and bed because that place was only reserved for her. But as hardworking as he was he working overtime to convince himself that the woman that held the key to his mind, body and soul was the one wearing the ring and not the one in the arms of another man while carrying his children.

“How did my life get so fucked up?” Roman mumbled to himself before heading off to  start the post Wrestlemania tour.

“Have you guys— you know?” Liv Morgan asked with a raised eyebrow.

Braelin laughed “Damn, you’re so nosey.”

“Wrong, this is me being a good friend. You know making sure your needs are being fulfilled.”

“Well, my needs as you so kindly put is being put on hold. We’re taking things slow and we’re both excited to see where this goes.”

Liv beamed at her friend “I can tell. You’re practically glowing.”

“Liv, he's so different from what I’m used to with Roman. I mean with Roman we were friends first and then it kind of blossomed into something else. We got so swept up into each other that nothing and no one else mattered. In a weird way he was my obsession. But with Dante. It feels like a fresh start. When I look at him I don’t see my heart getting broken or I don’t feel like the second choice. It’s just feels new.”

Liv practically melted into a puddle “I’m so happy for you, Brae”

“Thank you.”

Roman walked up to the two women “Hey, Liv.”

“You’re ears must be burning.” Liv laughed before leaving the two former lovers alone.

“What’s wrong?” Braelin asked barely resisting the urge to rub the forehead wrinkles that seemed to materialize over night. 

“Are you ok?” He asked, placing a hand  on her protruding stomach that was being hidden under a free people babydoll shirt.

“I guarantee you I feel better than you look.”

Roman snorted his eyes still on her belly “I haven’t gotten much sleep. Janelle is back in town.”

“Ok, That’s way too much information.”

Roman rolled his eyes “Not that but I did tell her the truth.”

Braelin froze “You did what?”

Roman grabbed her small hand in his and led her into an empty dressing room. He closed the door  “I told her I cheated on her twice but now with whom.”

“That’s all you told her?” Braelin asked suddenly feeling nauseous.

“She reacted as badly as I expected. There was no way she would be able to handle that it was with you and now you’re pregnant.”

Braelin ran a hand through her long locks. The guilt was almost crippling “I need to sit down.”

Roman was at her side in an instant “Here, sit down.” When she was safely seated he handed her his water bottle that he was carrying “Drink this.”

Braelin listened as he  gave her blow to blow details  of his confession and Janelle’s reaction. As well as their phone conversation that lasted all night. She felt the urge to cry and run but she knew she didn’t deserve to do either. She fucked around with another woman’s husband and now she had to pay the price. 

“I need to talk to her. There’s no way I’m letting you take the fall for this alone. We both did this.”

Roman shook his head “No, you are in no condition to get into it with Janelle and we both know that’s what’s going to happen. We’ll let this play out until—“

“Until what? Until I give birth?”

“We have no choice. I will not put you or my children at risk. After you give birth I’ll come clean about everything.”

Braelin fought against the tears “This is too much.”

Roman kneeled down holding her pretty face in his hands “I know but we’re going to be alright because from this moment on nothing and no one matters more than you and my children. Like I told you before we are a family.”

AN: I’m so it took so long to update. I recently got a promotion so work has been crazy busy. But we’re starting 2020 soon and my New Year's resolution is to be better with updates lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the update! 

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It Started with Submission: Chapter 3

sorry for the wait. i have a fairly clear direction of where this fic is going and most probably end it at chapter 5 but i promise to make it as good as possible as i could kindly just be patient with me and please enjoy

It Started with Submission

Chapter 1: Gym

Chapter 2: Showers

Chapter 3: Car

Chapter 3: Car

After an incredibly cold shower to shock his senses back up and his dick back down. Seth made his way disgruntledly back to the locker room where he noticed he was all alone. He was actually relieved. He made quick work with getting dress, not caring if his hair was still a wet mess that dripped down the back of his shirt making it stick to him annoyingly. He put on his shoes and packed away his shit and made his way out the locker room.

Only to be greeted by a cocky smile and a happy tune. Dean really did wait for him.

Seth chose to ignore the other man instead made long irritated steps back to the lobby and up to their hotel room. Seth didn’t even turn to make sure Dean was following him. He just knew he was.

They finally made their way up to their room. Just as quickly as Seth packed his things away in his gym bag, he did so as he packed the rest of his things. He had finished in less than 15 minutes, but when he turned to Dean’s side of the room it was clear the other man was taking his time with his own things. Seth thinks Dean must be enjoying watching him all prissy and irritated the way he was right now.

“I’m gonna go wake up Roman.” He announced and left before getting a reply.

The other member of Shield was thankfully in another room across from them. Seth had to admit being the golden child definitely had it’s perks. He usually wouldn’t think of something so petty, but in his current state of mind he was just about ready to blame anyone and anything for his foul mood, because he’d be damn to admit it had anything to do with being left in a gym shower while holding his dick in his hand.

“Woah, mornin…” Roman mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Still pretty early.” He pointed out.

“Yeah well, you’re not the one who has the drive for the next 10 hours.” Seth complained. “So come on.” He added before he made his way back to his own room.

“Thought it was Dean’s turn?” Roman asked confusedly.

“Well it’s not,” Seth countered . “So move it.”

He re-entered his hotel room half expecting Dean being the little shit that he was to still be fixing his things. He was just about ready to berate the other man when he was forced to bite his tongue. He was irritatingly surprised to see the other man just sit back casually on his bed with his bags neatly ready by the side. There was that all knowing grin smiling back to him again.

Seth roughly got his things together and said “I’m headed downstairs for breakfast. Whether you guys are ready or not we’re leaving at 6.” Then made his way out and downstairs, practically shoving Roman off his path.

“What’s his problem?” Roman asked the other Shield member.

Dean to his credit just gave the other man a shrug before offering to help him with his own packing.

Downstairs Seth had gone and ordered himself a cup of coffee. He really should have ordered something more, something more filling. But the irritation from earlier just seemed to bleed through him and made him lose any sort of appetite for food. Though it was his first cup of coffee that day, Seth found himself nervously bouncing his leg. So much pent up energy from before not having a proper outlet. He hated it.

He loved going to the gym. He loved the workout. He loved the ache on his muscles. Something about it just made him feel alive. That’s what he had felt like in that ring with Dean. That adrenalin pumping through him just ready to burst. But the second Dean had done what he had done, Seth was over. Whatever release he had been hoping for was gone, and in it’s place was just deep suppressed frustration. All Seth could think about was Dean being the cause of it, and not knowing how exactly to fix it.

Finally, the two other men got down from their hotel room. Their bags all somewhat neatly packed. Roman still yawning slowly looking like he was sleep walking. By contrast, Dean was smiling smugly fresh as a fucking daisy. Seth hated it.

“Let’s go.” Seth all but ordered the other two around. Roman, even in his sleepy state, could pick up on Seth’s irritation. Dean on the other hand went along like nothing everything was normal.

They had gotten to their rental. All their luggage in the back. Roman automatically climbing into the backseat where he sprawled out as much as he could to go back to his own personal dream land. Dean casually sitting in the passenger with absolutely no care in the world. Seth disgruntledly climbing into the driver’s seat.

Though he knew the hours of driving would wreak havoc on his knee, but he was glad he had something to do for all those hours. Seth was not sure how his mind was going to go if he had nothing to do right now. He needed to keep himself busy. With the road in front of him, the wheel in his hands, and the car in his control, Seth would actually have a chance to distract himself from his treacherous thoughts.

That’s what he had thought. For some reason, while trying his best to drive them as carefully and as efficiently as he could, Seth had a particularly hard time ignoring the man who was seated right next to him. Like many of their interaction, this really shouldn’t feel as odd as it did. This was their usual seating. Roman snoring at the back, while Seth drove and Dean rode shotgun. This was normal, and yet Seth had trouble ignoring the presence that was seated right next to him.

Dean was doing absolutely nothing. He was just sitting there looking out the window. He wasn’t fidgeting in his seat. He wasn’t insisting on turning the radio on. He wasn’t annoyingly trying to play i-spy. Nope. He just sat there. Not a care in the world. It made Seth seethe in annoyance.

“Hey, minimart half a mile from here.” Dean spoke for the first time in like two hours.

“So?” Seth asked irritatedly.

“So, we gotta grab something to eat.” Dean pointed out, which only made Seth glare. “Listen you were the one who wanted to get on the road as quickly as possible. None of us got a chance to eat anything at the hotel. We just grab a couple of breakfast burritos to go.”

“Those things are disgusting.” They really weren’t all that bad, but Seth was desperate for anyway to go against Dean right about now. That included willing to ignore the growling in the pit of his empty stomach.

“Come on, we’ll eat them at the car. You won’t have to stop.” He insisted. “I’m gonna need something in me soon.” He spoke nonchalantly

Seth huffed at the double meaning of Dean’s words. The man could act dumb but he knew that Dean was more than capable of mind games to could screw a guy over. He had to admit though the coffee from earlier did nothing for his appetite. He was almost too stubborn to admit it.

“Fine.” He finally agreed and pulled over at the next minimart they found.

Seth stayed in the car while Dean made his way to the store. Seth couldn’t seem to stop himself from staring at the tall form walking away from him. The other man’s jeans looking a lot tighter and a lot more tattered than anything he has ever worn before. He even noticed a slight tear at the back of his thigh showing a sliver of soft skin just below his ass.

It made Seth blush and look away. He has really got to get some food in him. His vision was getting affected.

Dean had finally gotten back to the car with an armful of food. An assortment of burritos, snacks and drinks, all of which made Seth a little queasy but also made his stomach grumble hungrily.

Once they were back on the road Dean had gone ahead and had his breakfast burrito, not caring whether Seth nor Roman was having theirs just yet. Seth on the other hand resided himself to drinking a vitamin water, not really willing to let go of his ‘burritos-are-gross’ stance.

After a few minutes of driving he was slowly getting annoyed by the responsibility of having to focus on the road, especially when the guy on you passenger seat was busy slurping the hell out his breakfast burrito. He never expected any high end manners from his tag team partner but the way he was moaning around his food was damn near pornographic.

Seth mentally scolds himself for even putting the words porn and Dean Ambrose in the same sentence, even if it was only in his mind. But he couldn’t help it. Dean was moaning about his food like it was a damn Godsend and not some radioactive wrap of meat that might have been rotating in a barely working microwave in a minimart out of nowhere. Like Dean really didn’t have go all out on the ‘ohhhs…’, and ‘ahhhh…’, and the ‘oh my God, I can’t believe how good this tastes in my mouth right now.’

Seth really wanted to shove something else in Dean’s mouth right now.

Again… Seth had to mentally scold himself. That was not what he wanted, at least not the way the image flashed in his mind. Why that particular image flashed in his mind he doesn’t know, but he was sure it meant nothing. Imagining shutting you’re your best friend up by shoving something down his throat was not pornographic, it was not hot. It was nasty and violent and rough and hard…

Seth wanted to fucking drive off a cliff which was an impossibility when you were driving across the flatass lands of Kansas.

When he saw Dean finally ball up his burrito’s paper wrapping and unceremoniously throwing it out his passenger side window. Seth was just about to reprimand the other man due to his littering, but was more relieved than upset. He was not sure what he was going to do if he had to spend another hour or so listening to Dean make anymore unnecessary sounds. He then realized that his relief came much too early when the blue eyed man pulled out something else from his little grocery bag.

“Used to love these when I was a kid.” Dean said with delight. “Couldn’t believe they still had them in there.”

Seth glanced in mild panic when he noticed what Dean had been talking about. Dean bought himself some candy. Not only that, but he had bought a lollipop. What was worse was Seth recognized it too.

“Is that a unicorn pop?” he asked rhetorically while he nervously tried to keep his eyes on twisted rainbow candy on a stick.

Dean only nodded and gave a big smug smile and proceeded to put more than half of the damn candy in his mouth. If Seth thought the burrito was gross then the 5 or so inches of colorful candy was going to be the death of him. Of all the goddamn sweets this asshole had to buy he just had to buy the gayest phallic piece of candy that he could find and started to suck on the damn thing.

Seth did his best to keep his eyes on the road. His knuckles grew bone white from the tight grip he kept on the wheel. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. His skin grew unbelievably warm for under the midwestern sun. His right foot bounced to one side while he gathered all the control he had to not step harder than he really should have. Seth can do this. He can do this. Whatever he did, just don’t look at Dean.

Of course that’s exactly what he did. Not only that he Seth looked over on the precise moment when Dean had shoved the whole damn thing in his mouth. The red, white, and blue coloring staining his thin soft looking lips making Seth think of a Fourth of July in the wrongest way possible. His dimples grew deeper as he hallowed his cheeks out and gave the lollipop a filthy wet suck. The unmistakable sound of the back of his throat straining as he let his jaw go slack.

Fucking hell Dean was a natural co-

HONK!

Seth swerved all too suddenly at the loud sound of the truck driving a little to closely behind them. The huge cargo truck swerving left and made his way around their own black SUV but not before giving Seth, the driver, the middle finger and a couple of choice vulgar words.

“What the fuck Seth?!” Roman woke from the sudden jostle.

Before Seth could say something in defense he heard Dean make a loud choking noise which should not have sounded as affecting as it did. Dean fell back in his seat, luckily still alive, but his unicorn pop sadly falling down on the carpeted passenger side floor.

For a second there all Seth could think about was the terrifying thought that his lust addled mind was going to cause their certain deaths. He and Roman dying in the car crash, while Dean would die with a damn lollipop stuck to the back of his throat.

Luckily, after giving himself a fairly strong hit to his chest and coughing for a bit Dean was more than perfectly alright.

“You ok Deano?” Roman asked worriedly as he rubbed the shoulder of his coughing friend.

“I’m ok man…” he croaked, his voice sounded a tiny bit rougher than usual, but Seth couldn’t find it in himself to really complain about that.

“I’m sorry, I-” he tried to apologize, genuinely apologize when he was cut off by Dean raising his hand.

“That motherfucker was an asshole…” Dean said before taking a drink of his water.

“Who?” the Samoan asked.

“Fucking truck driver just cut as off out of nowhere.” He added after his drink.

Seth wondered if Dean knew why he hadn’t realized the truck was even there. He wondered through his obvious enjoyment of his candy, had he noticed the his unflinching gaze towards him. He wondered why Dean would defend him when it was a more than fucking clear that Seth was losing his mind just from being less than five feet away from him.

After a few minutes of calming down, Roman seemed to have accepted that everything was in fact alright and laid back down to continue his sleep. Dean had bent down to pick up his lollipop which he, much like earlier with the burrito wrapper, threw it out the window unceremoniously. Only this time, Seth was more than let go of Dean’s littering ways. He was glad to be rid of the damn thing.

Worriedly, Seth had seen Dean pull one more thing out from his grocery bag. He was starting to question which one had scared him most the shock from the truck nearly plowing them over or the anticipation of what Dean had in store for him.

Innocently, the other wrestler had actually taken out small plastic package that looked a little all too familiar. The thing looking more at home in his old lunch box rather than in a 30 year old wrestler’s rough looking hands.

“That a Hostess Cupcake?” Seth asked with a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” Dean smiled back. “Your favorite.”

The Armenian chuckled, remembering some night at some point mentioning loving those cupcakes since he was a kid. It was one of the most mundane things they had shared over drunk ramblings, and he was a little touched that Dean had actually remembered.

Maybe it was the fact that he had almost killed himself and his best friends. Maybe it was the thought of Dean buying him his favorite childhood cupcake. Maybe it was because Seth a bigger softie than wanted to admit, but some deep part in him saw this as a good sign. Maybe even a good enough sign to be messed up olive branch from the other man. Whatever it was, Seth was willing to take it if it meant everything goes back to normal.

“Thanks I-” He was just about to say and take the cake himself, but was somewhat surprised that the other man had opened it himself. “What are you doing?”

“Feedi’n you.” He answered simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Naw man.. you don’t have to, I-” he protested.

“Nonsense,” he cut him off again. “You’re driving. I mean you almost killed us a couple of minutes ago. You think I’m willing to risk that again?” he asked logically.

Which made Seth a little suspicious, but he was finally in some sort of good mood and he was not willing to let it go. So kept quiet as he watched the other man peeled off the wrapper off of the cupcake. He was even careful enough to not ruin the icing on top. He did his best to keep his fingertips from getting sticky from the chocolate and vanilla.

“I don’t know man.” He said.

“Aww.. come on Sethie. It’s just a cupcake.” He replied innocently as he held the dessert close to Seth’s mouth.

Smelling that nostalgic scent made Seth feel warm and homey. The cupcake looking so sweet and tasty. Though Seth had been driving close to six hours, something about the cupcake seemed to remind him of what it was like being in the 2nd grade and seeing those cupcakes in his school lunch. Seth was an absolute goner the moment Dean had pulled them out the bag.

While keeping his eyes on the road and his hands a bit steadier than they were earlier, Seth had leaned over to the other man’s side and inched his mouth closer to the sweet dessert. Just when he thought he’d finally get a bite, Dean had teasingly pulled the damn cupcake away missing his mouth at the last second. Him doing that for the first time was funny. The second time was little annoying. The third as a little frustrating, and Seth knew it was beginning to show, which only seemed to make the other man laugh a little more.

“Ok, ok.. fine… here you go.” He said right before he practically shoved half the cupcake in Seth’s open mouth.

“What the fuck man?” his laugh muffled by the cake in his mouth.

Fortunately, Seth hadn’t choked as badly on the cupcake than Dean had on his lollipop but the burst of sweet creaminess in his mouth was still a bit of a delightful surprise. Without looking at his rearview mirror, he was pretty sure he had half of the icing just hanging off his lips and beard. The feeling making him feel childish and carefree.

He took slow and deliberate chews of the dessert in his mouth. That sweet cakey goodness making him feel somewhat giddy. Just as he swallowed, he used the fingers on his right hand to wipe the icing away from his lips. Just as he was about to grab a couple of sheets of tissue paper to clean himself up, Seth felt a strong and confident grip wrapped around his wrist.

Dean’s fingers looked long and almost delicate wrapped around his pulse point. Catching his sight off guard, Seth could not look away from the other man. His expression towards Seth looked hot and calculating, almost predatory. He sat there frozen as Dean looked him straight in his eyes, then looked hungrily at his fingers and without warning took Seth’s icing coated index finger in his mouth almost as far as the lollipop had gone earlier. His pink lips wrapped around the very base of his third knuckle. His soft cheeks hollowed around it, the soft suction around his appendage feeling like it was sucking the air out of his lungs. Every bronze centimeter slowly revealed to slide out of his mouth, now clean off icing and wet from Dean’s spit. Until his mouth moved higher and higher to the very top where he sinfully ran his tongue around his fingertip just before he gave it a shocking bite.

It was that that finally pulled Seth from this trance. He nearly jumped out of his seat, causing him to swerve the damn SUV again. And again causing Roman to jostle, this time a little bit harder against the backseat window.

“What the fuck!” Roman exclaimed. “Oh that is it! Stop the car.” He commanded.

Seth could not make his brain work enough to think of anything else than follow the instruction and stopped the car at the side of the road. His heart hammering under his chest. His blood coursing faster and faster sounding like ocean waves in his ears. Feeling as lost at sea as anyone could be in a car in the middle of Kansas with the devil that was Dean Ambrose.

“Get out!” Roman’s voice boomed. “What?” Seth asked dumbly.

“You heard me. Get out!” he repeated himself. “You clearly can’t drive properly, and I ain’t about to get concussed before we even reach the damn arena. So get out of the car. I’m driving!”

Seth’s jaw dropped at his friends clear agitation. Apologies dying on his tongue as he saw the older man climbed out of the backseat. Seth’s eyes quickly turning towards Dean who just sat there who looked like he hadn’t had the 2nd life threatening event happen to him in less than three hours. It fucking made Seth furious.

But that was suddenly halted by the hard knock on his window. Roman standing on the other side clearly taking the responsibility of driving from the Seth. He gave Dean one more scathing look before he huffed out of the car, pushing his way against the Samoan before he climbed in the backseat himself. Roman, for all his annoyance, climbed on to the driver seat as calmly as he could and checked on everything before he started the car again to continue their journey through the Midwest.

Seth sat there fuming. The last few seconds he had on that driver seat freezing, rewinding, and in constant replay in his head. It was like looking at a car crash, but oddly more devastating at how turned on and confused it had left Seth. He couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to fall for it. To believe Dean would just let go of it so easily. This man was petty and found entertainment in the cheapest of forms. He really shouldn’t have been so surprised that messing him up would not be his favorite form of entertainment.

When he had thought it was over, it was far from it.

As he sat there mentally throwing daggers in the back of the other man’s head, Seth was surprised he actually found himself one more reason to grow even more furious.

His eyes following the motion of Dean’s hand, that hand he had used to hold his wrist, now creeped friendily over to Roman’s side where it comfortingly gave the Samoan’s thigh a comforting and quick squeeze.

That definitely made Seth angry enough to wish he had crashed the car earlier.

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[keyboard-noises]

The fearful prisoner

There’s some fresh meat coming in today judging by the roar of the crowd. Comfortably seated above the roof over my head. I’m pretty sure. We don’t exactly get the daily news delivered to the prisoners inside this little dungeon.  You kind of have to figure shit out for yourself. My life only recently turned into that of an enslaved executioner/dead man walking. We aren’t called gladiators, that would make it sound like we’re worth something. we are less than dirt. We’re the pest of society, the rodents and piss. I’ve been able to survive this far because of the malnourishment of my “colleagues”. After weeks down here I’m now in the same state. Just another starving criminal serving out his sentence in accordance to the God empress’s ruthless decree. That’s what you get for stealing nowadays, or for any other semi-serious offense for that matter. The cell room suddenly lights up and in comes my good pal, Pete, the nice guard. No talking or beatings, just silence and shoving. Time to go see what awaits me and my good friends. 

     Whenever someone of note is to be executed it’s always a big spectacle. All the combatants are brought up to the gates and usually sent in one-by-one, until the newcomers have been weakened enough for one of us to finally be able to finish the job. Usually while people try and throw their lunch at us. Living the good life. Sometimes one gets lucky enough to grab whatever is near before we are taken off the sands. A familiar grunt makes me quickly scoot to the side and press myself against the rough concrete wall. The calling card of the cannibal, or as I quietly refer to him as in my mind, the Dickhead. The Dickhead isn’t weak like the rest of us. He tends to bring some parts of the people he kills for a post-workout snack. Something I’m a little surprised the rest of us haven’t started doing now that I think about it... This is the first time I can really see the Empress seated at the podium. This must be a really special day. 

     As soon as the Dickhead takes to the arena, everyone’s attitude change. They look fearful, even up above the wall surrounding the caged beasts. Except for the empress of course. Paying half a mind’s attention, she flicks her wrist and suddenly the match has begun. As crazed as ever the Dickhead charges at his opponent as he simply hurls his massive body against the average-sized opponent with his twin axes. The new guy - in something that looks like an actual stance - simply waits for him with his sword raised. Dick makes an attempt at knocking his sword aside mid-sprint and running into the poor man. One graceful and decisive step to the side later and the Dick is suddenly missing his head. The fellowship surrounding me behind the gate aren’t exactly in the best mood, though we kinda figured out that we would die in here. Part of the crowd seems to favor the sword-guy. The Empress seems mildly annoyed at his survival. Maybe it’s some political shit going on. 

     The victor bows in honor at every opponent he butchers with finesse and ease. Maybe I should give him a nickname. The genius of slaughter? Maybe I’ll just refer to him as the new Dickhead. It seems very fitting, as he was the one to kill the last one. My turn approaches. If I fight him, I will die. My skill with the spear is very much in question yet it have always been my weapon of choice. I like stabbing people from a distance. It makes me get stabbed less frequently - big big fan of that. I tuck the dagger in my off hand inside of my boots, hidden from sight. Seconds later the gate opens. Dickhead 2.0 locks his eyes with mine and nods subtly, what a nice man. We both glance at the lady in power seated on the podium. I don’t seem to catch her interest, nor did any of us other than the Dick. We don’t exactly look like threats. She’s glaring intensely at the respectful stranger in front of me though. The people like him. She wants him dead. When I see her starting a motion with her wrist again I let my spear fall to the ground. Visibly confused my capable combatant lets his eyes wander over the place trying to read the situation. I pound my laughable chest and start walking towards him. The man smiles and gently lays his sword on the ground. He likes his weapon. I wonder if he has a name for it. Honorable indeed. I’m aware that I don’t have a chance against him with my fists of fury, nor would I with my spear against him even if he was unarmed either I suspect. Kicking it off with an attempt at a leg sweep, to which he responds with simply raising his leg and kicking me in the chin with one swift motion. I’m unsure how long I blacked out but I’m assuming it was just for a second or two. He doesn’t come in immediately, giving me a chance to get back up. He’s somewhat wary still. Paying me some amount of respect by not fucking around with me. I need him to view me as the harmless little shit that everyone above almost rightly view me as. 

     Struggling a little to get back on my feet I start walking towards him again, this time sending in my left fist way too far. He takes his chance to grab and snap my wrist. Screaming in agony I fall to the ground once more, but this time with sharp pieces of bone sticking out of my wrist. The crowd doesn’t even care enough to cheer him on in this pathetic showcase. Finally realizing he should just put me out of my fucking misery already he sits down on top of me and puts his hands around my throat. I start pounding wherever I could reach with my usable limb. Dickhead 2.0 doesn’t seem to care. I let my body go limp and glance at the podium. The empress looks frustrated but not surprised. With as much speed and power as I can muster I grab my dagger from my right boot and bury it into the man, still clutching my fleeting life in his hands he stares down at his stomach. With a jerking motion I bring the blade down while still inside of him, gutting him like a pig.  As everything that is inside a man spills out all over me the people turn silent, silent enough for a hearty giggle to be heard from the podium. The Empress lets her eyes dance across the crowd and her voice fill the air. 

“Maybe I should have filled the arena with kids to face off against the poor general instead”. 

I’m barely able to hear E shit on good sir Dickhead 2.0’s efforts through the pounding of my own blood finally flowing freely to and from my head. Coughing violently my body manages to shove the dead guy to the side, and muster enough strength to stand. Suddenly everyone started throwing all of their shit at me, even more than usual. Something hard hits me on the side of the head and I fall down on one knee. The rain of food and rocks stopped. When I raise my head I can see how it would seem like I am now kneeling in front of the fucking matriarch and uncontested symbol of power. The Empress looks at me with an amused look and half a smile on her face. It’s awkwardly quiet for a while. Finally my good pal Pete the guard comes out the gate with his good old classic stone face. Didn’t think I would see that face again when I had entered. In a couple seconds I will be in chains and thrown back in the dungeon to die another day. I’m not a fan of him clasping my fucked up hand in chains. Ouch. I should have just let the late new guy kill me I think. I’m not going to last with this hand here. Pete seems to be walking the wrong way. I don’t really want to correct him. If I fall I have a feeling he will simply drag me along anyway, which is actually somewhat tempting. 

     We go to a door I have not been at before, barely a quarter away from the one I usually pass through. Inside it is...the street. What the hell is happening? There’s a small convoy stationed outside. One of the military personnel starts walking towards me and puts a bag over my head. I wince as they shove me into their car less gently than I would have liked. My ass hasn’t been in anything so comfortable for a while. I don’t know if I’m starting to doze off or pass out, but one of the two is definitely happening.

     The first thing I am met by when I open my eyes is a girl wrapping my feet in bandages. Maybe they were being a bit rough when they dragged my sleepy ass in here. I’m not a heavy guy. I find myself in the whitest and cleanest room I have ever seen. Are they even allowed to have any colored items in here? It could do with a splash of cell walls and shit smear. 

“I uh, morning?” Whatever tone I tried to convey failed and just ended up as a raspy whisper. With eyes and without giving an answer she scurried off like I had just asked her how tight her ass is. I’m just assuming that she’s not scared away by the human-chicken-wing mummy laid out in front of her. A couple minutes later she returns followed by the Empress herself. I find myself being the wide-eyed one. She speaks in a tone that is in sharp contrast to her soft looking lips, with an authority that I assume comes from the habit of slicing the throats of those that aren’t cooperative. 

“Good evening, puppy.” She starts walking towards me while holding out a hand in the direction of the young nurse, who hands her some sort of collar. “You’re a criminal and will wear this underneath your uniform. It has powerful currents running through it so be good”. After having had her bit of playing with it she hands the shock collar back to the girl. I’m a little too overwhelmed by absolutely everything to register any fear in me at the moment. It’s kind of obvious that she’s not looking for an answer, but as she abruptly turns around to leave I part my lips and let out a rough “woof”. The poor woman that was tending to my wounds looks like she’s going to crap herself. The empress keeps walking. Once she has left the young nurse glares at me and asks me to turn my head to the side. I do as she says while stifling an urge to bark at her as she pops the toy around my neck.

     I stay in bed for another week. A little after that the nurse drops a uniform at my feet, and a chubby palace guard comes in and says that it’s time I stop being a lazy piece of shit. I was quite enjoying my vacation I’m not allowed to have my broken arm in a cast, for the simple reason that it will make me look weak. The uniform is completely black with the sigil on the back and on the left side of my chest. It’s in the shape of a savage mermaid with one end of a broken sword in each hand, bitten or ripped in two. The shoulders, torso, back and knees are padded with what the little chubby chub-chub palace guard claims to be new tech kevlar with a multi layered anti penetration pellets. I took that as it being alright to get shot or stabbed. I didn’t get any helmet though. I think they mean to make use of my newfound infamy among the people. The padding adds some more visual heft to my slender but very tall frame. I can actually look somewhat intimidating as long as I don’t take off my jacket. 

     I’m stationed as an additional palace guard, with the gates being my post. I’m the guy that greets people when they have any reason to get inside the palace. When the council is brought together I’m at my lady’s side. Everyone at her inner council have collars similar to the one I brandish. The fourth time I was present I witnessed what they were for first hand. A poor soul interrupted the Empress once, to which she coldly stated “your face provokes me”. I didn’t see how she activated it but in an instant his head smacked into the wooden table with a loud thud, followed by his limbs doing a version of the headless chicken dance. People look at me like I’m a rabid animal without honor. I’m okay with that. I couldn’t give fewer shits about it. All I care about is my newly given bed to sleep on, air to breathe and food to eat. Porridge and bread I would happily butcher every gawking person for. 

     Before I was able to do physical training I underwent other kinds. Endurance tests in the form of torture of different kinds. All of which felt like a vacation in comparison to the fucking arena. The boring-ass tactical training did take some toll on me though. I really enjoyed shooting shit though, not to mention the training with blades. Fun stuff. When I had healed enough to function it became more physical. Full body contact sparring and a bunch of us guards running around like overly serious children with very big guns. The elite guard program practice with live ammo. I was kind of forced into it very early on. Ouch. Specifically hollow point rounds without reinforced tips were used. Designed to explode and hurt but not penetrate. Without the armor the bullets would enter flesh and then split into fragments, making bigger ouchies. Getting shot in weak joints was not fun, but shooting was. Silver linings I guess. Despite all the practice I was still constantly by my lady’s side during all her meetings, though I didn’t have time to man the gate anymore, yay. The stimulation the soldier grooming provided made it hard to pay attention during said meetings. E likes to give me a little shock every time she feels I’m not paying attention. It’s the single most terrifying moments of my current days. Every time I think this is how it ends, yet she doesn’t seem annoyed at me in those moments. I think she’s usually a little bored as well during them and doing it for fun. 

     I finally learned how she controls the collars. E has implants in her body that constantly feed her information from everyone that wear them. She hears and has access to their vitals in hear head, which I think is the reason only a dozen of us wear them - lot of stuff to have in your head at once. She’s free to give each on her council free reigns without risk of betrayal or giving them too much power with that amount of surveillance and control. The meetings are simply for them to communicate with each other and for her to tell them her will. She doesn’t need them to tell her shit.

    As of tonight I will be stationed outside her bedchambers, a card that was dealt to me when I on accident sent the actual guy with that duty to the healing facility for a couple days. Life as a glorified doorman doesn’t seem too bad. I have feeds in my ear that let me know if shit goes down. I’m free to listen to music, fold origami or read some books through the quiet nights. This isn’t some princess at the top of a tower type situation. E’s private chamber is located deep down like a bunker. I’m not sure a nuke would be able to distract her from whatever the fuck she does in there; Knitting socks? Torturing people? Maybe she’s very into cartoons. There’s an elevator and a stairway leading down to a T shaped corridor area. The one I am currently sitting in the mid-section of. She sleeps in a small room behind me and the paths to the right and left leads fuck-knows-where. I mean, I know where they lead. I have no clue what’s behind the doors. I can’t see any cameras or anything of the sort. To my pretty-fucking-well-trained-tactical-eyes-by-now the floor is solid metal, heated to body temperature sometimes for her comfort. You have to be doing pretty well for yourself when the floor obeys you. The walls are some sort of lamps that intertwine as a solid piece throughout all the walls, often giving off a gentle light in changing colors through the evenings. While thinking of ways to entertain myself during the coming night the doorknob behind me starts turning with a subtle clicking sound. It’s been quiet as a mouse in the past at this time. Murder-time I assume. On my feet in an instant and my pulse sky-high I draw my pistol and knife. A few seconds later the empress comes out, barely dressed in covers and with the hair a crow would be tempted to call home. I’m unsure what to do. Do I salute?

    After getting a weird look from her I managed to figure out that I should probably put my weapons away. Everything I associated her with in my head tumbled around like the innards of a washing machine. My empress looks like an actual girl, a cute one. The surprise of it probably made me rest my eyes on her longer than I should have. 

“You have to be dressed for success, puppy, and I’m going for a successful sleep. Assuming you won’t let anyone murder me”. 

I think she just winked at me. Having made her way past me she lets her fluffy socks carry her silently to the door on my left. Roughly five minutes later she returns with some snacks and a fruity looking drink. By some snacks I mean a lot. Cold blooded ruler by day and trash panda by night. I can figure out on my own that she means for me to open her door for her, seeing as her arms are filled with important cargo. Unsure where to look I stare intensely at her furry and deep purple socks, as I’m not sure she’s into me peeking inside of her room or at her. 

    Things don’t go according to plan with her stopping in front of me. I can’t quite describe it as looking up when she’s a small thing, but raising my face until I’m meeting her gaze sounds about right. She’s carrying a cookie in her mouth. With sleepy chocolate eyes she focuses on me intensely, nodding up a couple times until I grab the cookie. Without uttering a single word she slips inside of her dark and evil lair again. The minutes start passing with the soft humming of the lamps to keep the silence from being deafening. An hour in and I’m almost considering shedding some outer layers, namely my jacket and no more - if this elite palace guard and last line of defense before the monarch is found absent pants he’s likely to get demoted. Suddenly the door behind me opens again. This time my weapons stay in their homes. The unmistakable slightly dark skinned hand that commands me grabs my wrist and starts pulling me inside. Confused but I can’t think of anything else to do than follow. Even the dimmed lights outside the room did not prepare me for the darkness within. The Empress sometimes gets a little cranky when someone says or asks something stupid. Best to shut the fuck up. A few seconds and some more guiding tugs later I’m being pushed into a surprisingly firm bed on my back. Not wasting any time she grabs my knife and cuts into the waist section of my trousers in order to pull them off with ease. A couple more seconds and I feel a warm body, heavy with drowsiness go to rest on top of me. The hot breath of my Empress on my chest. For an eternity nothing changes. I lay there on my back not daring to move. Slowly my eyes start adjusting and I carefully look down to be met by a serene looking sleeping girl. Her features are softer, yet still concentrated. Is she still keeping tabs via her implants even in her sleep? I’m starting to slowly think I won’t be murdered. In an unfathomable amount of comfort my eyelids are starting to get a little heavy. Carefully as to not wake her I wrap my arms around the human heater crashed on me and go to sleep. 

    I wake up absent alarm - the power of human habit. Gently I roll E off me and get on my feet. The walls are covered and littered with drawings on expensive looking parchment. A lot of them appear unfinished and almost hidden behind the others. Less sneaking and more getting the fuck out of here. The first thing is sparring, that I couldn’t quite focus my mind on. Thankfully everyone assumed it was due to me “guarding the bedchambers” all night long like the good little soldier that I am nowadays. I even got knocked down once by Leo who’s not even an elite. I haven’t been in bed with a woman since before my time in the arena. 

    At the council E seems to be her normal and cold self. I’m aware that she’s an absolute dictator but I cannot see her as anything else than my reason for having a bed and food, something I haven’t had since even before I was jailed being the filthy slumdog thief that I was. Here my shock collar goes again to remind me to pay fucking attention. My bad. One of the men sitting at the table on the side of my lady randomly stretches out his hand towards hers in a hasty movement. Without thinking I pin it to the table and drive mr Stabby into the flesh, bone and then table of the impulsive council member.  The man cries out in pain and everyone in the room go quiet. The Empress turns a little and glances into my eyes with a curious expression painted on her face, something that again makes her features look softer than usual. The best reaction I’m able to muster is a shrug. With her focus turned to the man currently bleeding all over and ruining the nice surface of the luxurious wooden table what an asshole E opens her mouth for the first time during the meeting. “Please be quiet if you don’t have anything of interest to say, Moe.” 

Abruptly he stops winching and the council resumes it’s business, with regular and careful glances being thrown at the man concentrating on not crying out. I ended up getting a few looks as well. 

    The gatherings are over when the empress decides to get up and walk out. Before following in her footsteps I grab the handle and yank out mr Stabby. Another day passes and transitions into another night. This time I used my hindsight to hide a book underneath my jacket. I got to my post and a few hours into the extreme early hours of the next day without laying eyes on the E. Not snacking tonight it would seem. Unless she has enough stored up in there.

    After couple dozen pages I start feeling a little restless. Intense training does not prepare for moments of absolutely jack shit going on. If I do my maintenance now I won’t have to tomorrow. The time I’ve spent here has made me a lean fucker. I would hardly classify myself as a weakling anymore. Obviously that’s forced on every soldier. There’s nothing to grab and use for leverage or weights other than the walls. Not a single chair in sight even. Push-ups and some other fun stuff will do. When I had again taken off some layers I started. Counting has always been a weird way to make sure you do what you should in these moments. I do them until I’m tired. Usually my eyes are fixed to the point where my chest should dip to, but this time something makes me glance towards the closed door to her room that is presently wide open. She’s either really sneaky or I’m the crappiest guard there is, because she’s literally leaning against the wall casually watching me. Curse E and her fluffy socks. A bare foot on my side makes me stop midway, pushing and rolling me onto my back. Her eyes lock unto mine and holds it like that as she opens her mouth. 

“You don’t try and leave my side even though I scare you. Why is that? Do you think you’re safe?” Her intense gaze tells me that she doesn’t want me to look away when I answer. 

“The place you had your goons drag me out of is worse than any one of your nobles could ever imagine. You’re the living breathing reason things aren’t shit for me, and whatever tyrannical cold fuck you are comes after that”. 

    After half a minute of silence she bends down towards me and firmly grabs my crotch. I can usually figure out what to say or do. What is the protocol for this? A salute doesn’t seem very proper. Before I could figure my stuff out E sneaks her hand in underneath all of of my layers of clothing, grabbing and slowly stroking my confused but growing cock. Suddenly as quickly as this madness occurred she got up again and went back to the darkness she came from. The horny soldier is left with only her open door to suggest that it wasn’t all a dream. There’s a purpose to everything she does, and the door is still open. Without knowing what to expect I slowly get up on my feet and start making my way towards and then inside, pulling the door shut behind me. Luckily, I still remember the infrastructure of her room from the previous night. My shuffling towards the bed would have been awkward as hell if that wasn’t the case. 

“Down on your back, puppy.” 

Maybe I’m getting myself a foot rub? I’m comfortable if a bit uncertain about this situation. Taking care not to crash down on top of her (though that would make for a pretty funny assassination attempt) I climb into the middle of the bed on my back. My uncertainty intensifies when she grabs and start locking up my wrists and feet in an x formation. I have heard this pretty girl giggle as a response to her enemy being gutted like a pig. I would not be surprised if the sharp instruments come out at any second for her own amusement. Moments later I’m proven right. Lovely. 

    I know the feeling of cold steel against my skin, which is currently being pressed against my inner thigh. Mr Stabby is going to betray me I think. My excitement to fear ratio is starting to go off in the WRONG direction. There it is. The fucking adorable ass frightening giggle. If it came from any other girl I might have been disturbed less by it. The blade is now on the move and seconds later I’m no longer in possession of undergarments. My tank top and my underwear cut open. My feelings change when suddenly I feel soft hands upon my lean flesh, hands only marginally warmer than the knife somehow. Is it okay to moan? I can’t really help myself when she places her slender hands on my chest and softly bites into my neck. Fuck. The protocol goes out the window. Another set of giggling tells me she’s decently okay with that. After playing with me for a while and alternating between kissing, licking, and nibbling I’m finally allowed to breathe. My eyes are used enough to the darkness that I can see the general outline of my dear lady and current tormentor. Not that I’m complaining. More weight is put on my chest propping her up until she’s sitting rather than laying on me. I’m pretty sure she’s aware of the existence of my cock throbbing against her amazingly warm nether regions. One of her hands starts going on a little journey downwards; the nails slowly scraping against my skin. When she reaches my lower stomach I can feel goosebumps accompany my shivers of anticipation and pleasure. I’ve made quite a fucking mess already. My member is oozing and dripping thanks to, well her. 

    More bluntly than I expected she shifts her weight enough to have enough room for her hand to wrap around my slippery aching cock and guide it to her feverishly hot opening. Painfully slowly she starts descending, burying inch by inch of inside of her. Not going all the way down, but instead taking me in and riding by maybe two thirds? I’m not really paying attention to the scale of it all. Not capable of it anymore. All I know is that I want her to take it deeper. I start responding with what hip motion I can while being strapped down to the fucking. Successfully I bury my entire fucking length inside of the gorgeous sadistic fuck on top of me, making my vision go a little blurrier than it already was in the darkness. I’m generally a quiet guy in these situations but at this moment a lust filled moan escapes my lips. The empress responds by shivering a little and riding me deeply for a couple thrusts, then almost getting up enough to make my cock fall out of her while shaking more and more.  Slowly her body calms down a little. 

    Staying still like that with barely the tip still inside of her, her hand nestles into my hair and pulls my face to the side. Softly her mouth closes around the lower side of my neck. I’m somewhat able to handle this. I’m not dying or trying to tear my hands out of their sockets to get free. I’m not completely ignorant. I know that my neck is sensitive. I did not know that my neck was this sensitive though. At this point I can’t keep quiet anymore. Her mouth was here before she started fucking me as well, yet this is more demanding and less playful. Earlier I was being massaged. This time it feels like she’s cracked open my skull and is playing my nerve center like a piano. Already twitching and moving my hips I start losing it when she starts pressing down against me again, taking my entire cock in her wet and milking embrace. Gradually her body starts getting the shakes more and more again. Resulting in the entire torture being repeated with her mouth still playing with various parts of my neck and throat. I’m hovering close to the edge. Every time she shivers, shakes and freezes for a break I’m very fucking close to exploding inside of her. I’m not even sure whether she knows it or not. 

    Clueless of how long I have been here the cycle feels endless when I have been stripped of all my brain cells. At this point madness starts to claim me and I start tugging at my bonds. She can fucking execute me if she wants to. The noise of the straining chains wakes her from what appeared to be some sort of trance like she’s suddenly aware that her dick has a person attached to it. Her hips have a change of heart as she picks up the pace while taking the time to grind against my pelvis at the deepest part of every thrust. I feel like I’m actually being fucked to death. Like so much has been built up that my soul may actually follow the cum out of me. The shakes start ravaging through her body. In a high pitched and almost kind of tormented way she whimpers right into my ear. I’m almost there. I don’t want to warn her but my breathing is definitely telling her what’s going on. Especially with my own twitching accompanying hers. Right there, right at the edge. The girl Fucking stops. Once again she gets up and actually lets my cock slip out of her this time. I can visually see in the darkness how my veins standing out. I think she can feel the anger radiating off of me. Not following what’s happening, or maybe desperately trying to send me over the edge on their own my hips are still moving. Seconds of silence and the only movements being my own. Her still constant treatment of my neck that is all the same sending flashes of pleasure through me like lightning bolts. Channeling all of my frustrations I clench my fists and in an explosive and very painful motion violently jerk them upwards. Still stuck. The empress starts to giggle. 

Oh she knew how close I was, she fucking knew the entire time. 

As it dawns on me I open my mouth. My voice is trembling. 

“I want to kill you.” 

Her face lightens up with in the biggest smile I have ever seen on her. 

“Bad puppy”, she whispers. Her words are followed by a stern slap. An instant later she’s jumped down and grabbed my still eager cock, holding and pressing it against her pretty face. The lack of light isn’t even a hindrance anymore. Sheepishly her tongue finds my shaft and traces it softly. While locking unto my gaze she slowly closes her mouth around the tip of my member. My vision darkens a little bit again as my eyes start rolling. Me throwing my head back in pleasure and relief is rewarded with E digging her claws into my thigh. With an instinctive flinch I look up and stare at her. Now she continues with her earlier treatment, her actions obviously telling me to look away. Immediately my cock finds itself buried to the root in her throat. Keeping my gaze focused and staring into her eyes takes all the concentration I’m able to muster. On her way up to catch a breath she grabs my slippery and rock hard cock and follows her mouth with it, stroking and moving her mouth up and down. Fast. My body starts to alternate between not breathing and then playing the catch-up game to get enough oxygen into me. Fuck. 

    Right on the edge my body can’t seem to decide if it’s going to push as close to her as possible or try and get away from the sheer intensity.  I can feel my cock swelling and finally emptying everything I have that needed to get out, shooting it directly into her warm and wet mouth that’s still treating me to something my wet dreams had a hard time comparing to. I’m rendered unable to cope. Half of a second into it I can’t look at her. I need something to take it out on. A thrash to the side with my head and I see a pillow. Growling and tearing at my restraints I bury my teeth and clench my jaws until I cramp up too much to go any harder. The intensity of the waves of pleasure forcing themselves on me leave me just trying to survive with a functional brain. Eventually it starts to fade. Twitchy and barely able to form thought some words cut through my rapid breathing enough to reach my ears. 

“Good puppy”.

#fiction #writing #18+ #short story #original story #explict #writblr #long reads #smut #puppy #human puppy

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Review: Heartland Ep. 1206 “Diamond in the Rough”

Can a horse be trained to attack its owner? That's the question of the day in Diamond in the Rough, and the newly minted traditional-and-holistic-healing team of Amy and Ty are tasked with answering it. Laura, the newest manager at Fairfield, suspects ex-con Tony is behind her horse's sudden violent mood swings. She’s afraid to go near the horse after he threw her and hurt her arm. Laura believes Tony is jealous of her new elevated position and has "trained" Diamond to attack her as a form of revenge-by-proxy. Ty recommends bringing Diamond to Heartland, so he and Amy can look at him. They initially don't know what to make of the accusation, seeing as it would be difficult to prove Tony had anything to do with Diamond throwing Laura. To rule out anything medical, Ty takes a blood sample. Amy thinks if he was habitually abused, he might eventually lash out, demonstrating the odd behaviors he’s exhibiting.

As they delve deeper into the mystery, Ty and Amy have some uncomfortable moments of confrontation when Laura actually calls the cops on Tony, intent on seeing him arrested for abusing Diamond. Amy feels Ty has contradicted her in front of a client; he feels he was justified in not wanting to jump to conclusions... In other corners, Coach Kim dangles a huge opportunity in front of Georgie’s eyes: she wants to submit Georgie’s name for an elite training program in Switzerland. It would take her away for four months and would also cost a pretty penny. For an aspiring Olympian, it sounds like the next big step the kid really should take. But Georgie has some reservations she’s not quite yet ready to voice… I’m going to voice once again my own apprehension about this whole situation. I’ve no problem with Coach Kim. I do have a concern with how far Georgie could potentially push herself. If she does not take a measured approach, things could spiral out of control. She’s already changed up her workout routine and diet. Taken too far, this could get really unhealthy, and could compromise any plans to go overseas. We’ll see how this plays out… In other business partnerships, last season saw Jack and Tim bring on Mitch as an equal partner in the cattle business. They sealed a deal with Garland Foods, which now supplies its produce section with Heartland beef. But Garland now wants to meet with the partners. Uh-oh, is there trouble in paradise? Mitch has an idea: prepare the best steaks Heartland has to offer and serve them up to Garland and impress him; remind him of why they got into business together, just in case the original deal is in jeopardy. Jack likes the idea… until Mitch shows up with a newfangled BBQ system that includes a sous vide water bath. The patriarch balks at the new gadgetry and wants to stick with the old, tried-and-true charcoal method. It eventually turns into a battle of the steaks. Each man will prepare a steak according to his own ways, and let Garland be the judge. On the lighter side of things, the laughs come from Peter deciding to buy a second-hand Porsche convertible… and Wyatt is the awkward middle-man in the transaction. During a test-drive (with Wyatt in tow) Peter makes an analogy about caring for a precious car that the teen very clearly understands. (Hurt Georgie and die, essentially.) He also earns himself a speeding ticket on the test drive; a feat he repeats on two more occasions… Side note: It was very pleasant to see Lou and Peter, just chilling together as they discuss Georgie's possible future. Too bad their marriage couldn't have had more moments like that. As is usually the case with Heartland, all's well that ends well. Ty and Amy talk through their struggles, and get to the bottom of Diamond's woes. (The ex-showjumper was jumping the Fairfield fences and getting into a nasty plant in a neighbour's yard called locoweed, which is toxic to horses and causes neurological damage.) Laura grudgingly issues Tony an apology, and Ty expects no long-lasting problems for Diamond. Garland comes to the meeting/BBQ and chows down on both steaks prepared the two ways. He loves them both! But if he had to choose, he would choose Mitch's for the tender juiciness. (Sous vide does wonders!) Anyway, the reason he's there is because he wants to double his order of Heartland beef for his stores. His customers can't get enough of it. Mitch wants to agree. Seems things are getting serious with Maya, and a new lucrative deal with Garland would mean more financial security for him and his future. Jack is more reserved. Heartland isn't a big enough outfit to double Garland's order and still keep their other clients supplied. Mitch thinks he has a way they can make it work, but they will wait to see what the absent Tim has to say about it... (I sense trouble in paradise.) Is Georgie Switzerland-bound? Maybe. In the end it's her budding relationship with Wyatt she was afraid of losing. He flat out declares he'll be right there waiting for her to come back, so not to worry. (Are we going to see a repeat of that horrid Amy-goes-to-Europe plot, only this time with Georgie? Hope not. My sole advice to Georgie would be this: Stay away from royalty.) Oh, and Peter returns the Porsche so he can better afford to pay for the potential Swiss trip. (Though with the speeding tickets he racked up, he might not be able to afford it anymore.) Final thoughts: No Katie sighting this episode, but that's because she's with her paternal grandparents! Since they're portrayed by Gabe Hogan's real-life parents, I sure wish we could see them again sometime. It was a minor plot point, but I'd like to think that Lisa's "act of charity" towards ex-con Tony was the direct result of having Ty in her world. Her step-grandson-in-law is a fine example of how second chances can be successful; maybe she sees a little of Ty in Tony. I was totally expecting Peter to get ticketed a third time on his "farewell impulse purchase Porsche" drive and was rolling my eyes in anticipation; then I honestly laughed out loud when he got nailed right there on the street by Maggie's and not the back country road as before. Amy and Ty are now officially in business: Their new business cards prove it! And to answer the question from the beginning: We don't actually know if a horse can be trained to attack its owner. Maybe, if the conditions were right, but Amy and Ty found that not to be the case with Diamond.

#Heartland #Season 12 #Episode 1206 #Diamond In The Rough #Review #My Reviews #amy fleming #ty borden #georgie fleming morris #peter morris #lou fleming #Jack Bartlett #mitch cutty #lisa stillman #fairfield stables #Wyatt #kim price #Katie Fleming-Morris

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Tagged by @unicornsandbutane. I have, yes, you’ve guessed it, the five dollar-est wine, so, 10 songs I’m currently obsessed with. 

I’m always kind of mehhh about doing music memes, because my music tastes are sort of outdated and I tend to do this thing where I listen to one artist or even one song over and over for weeks at a time and then listen to nothing for weeks at a time, except for my standard busy-work playlists, which are mostly instrumental. 

I do have YouTube playlists for accounting-heavy days at work, when I’m staring at spreadsheets and billing statements all day, and do I have a couple of YouTube workout mixes, but I don’t have iTunes or a Spotify account or anything like that, so we’re gonna go with YouTube here, too. 

FYI, my most-used “I’m doing lots of billing reconciliation” playlist is titled Beethoven’s I Want To Break Free, because I’m hilarious like that.

I also have to note that @unicornsandbutane mentioned 4 songs that I would have included, and I really don’t want to repeat. House of the Rising Sun by the Animals is just. Such a fucking song, you are absolutely right. 

 Gimme!Gimme!Gimme!(A Man After Midnight) by ABBA is gonna start us off, because, first of all, it’s fuckin’ ABBA, and this song makes me feel aggressively bisexual   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It was one of the songs people put the Kylo and Rey vs Praetorian Guards throne room scene to, and it’s on the dean’s playlist in one of my favorite Community episodes, and, anyway, it’s fuckin’ ABBA. 

The Crawl by Placebo, because I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and reminiscing lately, which I really ought to stop, but in the meantime, have it anyway. 

Conquest of Spaces by Woodkid. IDK, Woodkid kind of hits the same parts of my brain that Muse does/did, and to some degree Florence and the Machine. I really do enjoy grand electro-operatic fantasy in modern song form. 

Kiss Off by Violent Femmes. This is one of my headcanon Kylo songs (does anyone else have these ridiculously extensive character playlists, or is it just me?).

The Fire by Bishop Briggs. I love her voice. This is my current “listen to obsessively for weeks” ever since @kyloream introduced me to it. 

Suzanne by Leonard Cohen. I love it a lot, though it’s not my most favorite of his. 

I See A Darkness covered by Johnny Cash (original by Bonnie Prince Billy), because it’s relatable as fuck. Seriously, mood, or it me, or whatever. 

I’ve been listening to a ton of Pink Floyd lately, see “thinking and reminiscing” above. I always sort of forget that On The Turning Away is a Floyd song, and it’s a pleasant surprise/remembering every time I hear it. 

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down), linking to the Nancy Sinatra version here, though there are so, so many other good covers.

Y’all, I’m sorry, but we’re gonna go for actual opera to finish this out, because I’ve been listening to bass-baritones a lot, and because come on, opera demons can get it. 

Linking to four versions of Son lo Spirito Che nega from Arrigo Boito’s Mefistofele, though imho Bryn Terfel is not at his best here, though I love him in Die Walkure. As a Russian, I feel like I do appreciate Chaliapin a lot, and he fucking laugh-sings some lines, which is just badass, but the recording is from the 1920s. Ildar Abdrazakov definitely, definitely makes me feel aggressively bisexual, and I cannot decide if I like him or Samuel Ramey best. Here’s the Samuel Ramey take.

Tagging, uh, let’s see, if you want to do it, please do it, but no pressure!  @kuresoto, @boredbyreality, @reserve, @beeeeebeeee, @gentleman-caller, @heyktula, @saltandrockets, @helliskylux , @agent-nemesis, @mazarinedrake, and I’m gonna tag @kyloream because I selfishly want more music recs but please don’t feel compelled! 

#memes #asks #music #unicornsandbutane #cor's stuff

[mybullshitsensesaretingling]

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Request: Request for reader being Pike's daughter? Any pairing. :)

A/N: I wrote this three separate times. This last time ended up being closer to home than I intended. It’s also not quite a pairing. It’s not super couplely, but I hope you enjoy regardless. 

You glared into your cup of coffee, desperately trying to ignore your com going off every fifteen minutes. Your jaw tightened with each notification. When it couldn’t tighten anymore, you grabbed your com, switched it off, and slammed it back on the small, four sided table.

“Ex?” a man asked, nodding to your com and taking a seat across from you. He was in the same red uniform that most of the cafe's patrons wore. His tone was upbeat, his posture confident, and you weren’t in the mood for any of it.

“Sure, you can sit there,” you grumbled.

“Thanks.” He looked pointedly at the device on the table. “So?”

“No offence, but I’m not really in the mood to share my issues with some chipper cadet.”

“It’s chipper Cadet Kirk,” he said.

You snorted causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Sorry, you’re not what I was expecting from the infamous Jim Kirk.” You leaned back in your chair.

“Didn’t realize my reputation had reached the civilians.”

“Only the civilians with connections.” You offered him your hand. “(Y/N) Pike.”

“Pike as in-”

You cut him off, taking your hand back, “Yeah, Pike as in.”

“The image you have of me must be wonderful.”

“It’s not the most flattering, no,” you punctuated your sentence with a sip of coffee.

Jim took a moment to take you in before speaking again. His blue eyes scrutinized everything about you, trying to size you up in a moment.

“I would have thought Captain Pike would’ve had his kid in the academy right out of high school.”

“Oh, he tried.” You tilted your head. “And his friends tried. And his coworkers tried. And people I had never met before tried.”

“And you refused out of a point of pride?” he guessed.

“I refused because I’m my own person. Trying to be him is no way to make a name for myself.” You looked at him. “But I’m sure you’ll do fine. It’s not like you’ve got big shoes to fill.”

“I’m not trying to be my father.”

“No, you’re trying to be better than him.” You took a drink of your coffee.

“And you’re not?”

“I’m already the better Pike.”

He leaned forward in his chair so he could rest his forearms on the table top. “So tell me the Better Pike, what’s a pretty face like yours doing in what might be the worst diner in San Fran if you don’t work for Starfleet.”

“I never said I didn’t work for Starfleet.” You couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on your face as you watched him think through all the Starfleet jobs you could have without actually being Starfleet. You pitied him enough to put him out of his misery before he was resigned to guessing. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say you pitied yourself. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love telling people what it was you did. “You ever hear of Enterprise?”

“No, I’ve been living under a rock.”

“Fair point,” you said. “Well, the new one-”

“NCC-1701. Yeah, I’ve seen her. She’s a beautiful ship.”

“Thank you,” you smiled.

Jim’s jaw dropped. “You designed it?”

“Not all of it. I work with a team of uptight officers.” You moved closer to him, excitement and pride radiating from you. “But the subspace field generators? That’s all me.”

“So when it fails to go into warp, we’ll have you to blame?”

“Yes,” you admitted. “And when it goes to warp 8 more efficiently than any other constitution-class starship to date, you’ll have me to thank.”

-

“You broke my ship!” you shouted, storming through the shuttlebay and waving a PADD around violently. You stopped when you saw your dad being wheeled towards the exit to take in the scene before you. Then you rounded on Jim. “You broke my ship and my father!”

“I didn’t break your father!” Jim defended.

“And my ship?” You threw out your hand, and subsequently your PADD as well.

“I didn’t break your father,” he repeated.

You huffed angrily, scrunching up your face and collecting your thoughts into your next action. Jim stood tall, readying himself. He had learned over the past two years that once you got riled up the only thing that would stop you from yelling was you tiring yourself out. But at the last moment you diverted your attention back to your father, the anger plastered on your face being replaced with concern. Your raised shoulders slumped. Picking up on the change, Jim took a careful step forward.

“What happened?” You stared at the door your dad had just been pushed through. “Is he going to be okay?”

“He’s going to be fine. I promise.” He put a hand on each of your arms, getting you to look at him. “He’s in good hands. Bones is the best.”

You nodded, feeling slightly reassured. You hadn’t actually met Bones, but you had familiarized yourself with your father’s crew enough to know you could trust him. Jim’s glowing opinion of him didn’t hurt either.

“Do you want to head to the hospital?” His thumbs traced circular patterns through your shirt. His blue eyes held yours. “You can yell at me on the way. I know that soothes you.”

“Yeah.”

You slammed your PADD into the chest of a passing engineer.

“I want a diagnostic on my desk by morning,” you ordered. “And tell Larry if I get a single call for anything less than three dead engineers within the next 24 hours, I go back to Station 75 and he loses his theoretical physicist.”

“Yes, sir,” the engineer responded nervously, wrapping his hands around the device.

“Yes, Doctor,” Jim corrected for you.

He forced out a frantic apology and rushed off to convey your message.

You shook your head. “Uniforms’ll call anything that moves ‘sir’.”

“You certainly command a room like your father. But you could be a little nicer,” Jim offered, falling into step next to you as you left the bay. It was a serious suggestion, but his tone held amusement. Part of him truly enjoyed the fear you could invoke in your subordinates. “I think that kid almost peed his pants.”

“I’ll bake him a pie when the job’s done.”

You looked back over your shoulder at the small sliver of Enterprise you could still see between the wall and the door as it slid closed.

“Spock wouldn’t have broken my ship,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“No, he was too busy breaking my face.”

You barked out a laugh. “He did that? Good for him.”

Your reaction didn’t even come close to surprising him. You have never been one to fuss over him. Even if you were worried about him, you showed it in the roughest way you could. In a lot of ways he appreciated it.

“You know I memorized the names of every crew member assigned to Enterprise, but here’s the weird thing, your name wasn’t on that list.”

“You memorized the names of 430 people?” Jim asked, dodging your accusation.

“You have all of III Communications memorized and that’s 32 songs,” you said dismissively. “Why were you on my ship?”

“Technically it's the Federation’s ship.”

“Jim.”

“They didn’t assign me anywhere so Bones medical loophole’d me in,” he explained

“Are they reprimanding you?” you asked as you stepped through the exterior door in the hot sun.

He scrunched up his face like he honestly hadn’t thought about it until that moment. “No, I think they’re promoting me.”

“I hate Starfleet,” you grumbled.

“I know.”

“And I hate you.”

“I know that too.”

“If it makes you feel better I was banished to an icy hell for a little while,” he offered.

“It does, thanks.” You turned your torso towards him so you could see him as you walked. “You know this isn’t how it works for anybody else, right? Things don’t just magically workout for other people because the have good intentions and enchanting eyes.”

“You think I have enchanting eyes?”

“That’s not the point.”

“I think that’s exactly the point.”

Part of you knew he was being extra egotistical to give you something to be irritated with. To distract you from why you were walking into the hospital, why you were asking the receptionist where Christopher Pike was, why you were walking through a hall that smelled like chemicals and death. It worked. At least on some level, but as soon as you reached the door to his room all your irritation went out the door, replaced by fear of what you would find on the other side.

“I was in Riverside,” you said quietly, staring at the door. “When I got the call. I was working on a new ship, and someone - I don’t remember who - called me, told me what had happened, or at least some of it. I ran for the transporter. There isn’t one in the shipyard. I ran all the way to town. I didn’t tell anybody  where I was going or even that I was leaving. I just left. I was so,” you bit down on your lip for a moment, unsure if you were ready to admit it, “so scared. I’ve never been that scared in my life.” You looked back at Jim. “Thank you. I don’t know the whole story. I don’t have to. I know that he’s here because of you. Thank you. If he,” the words caught in your throat. You faced the door and tried again, “If you hadn’t,” again you couldn’t get the full sentence out. You skipped to the end this time, “I don’t know what I would do.”

“You don’t have to find out.” Jim put his hand reassuringly on your shoulder. “Why don’t you go in. I’ll go get you some coffee.”

Your gaze moved away from the door to meet his eyes. You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t just your dad that you were worried about when you got the call. That you were worried about him. But instead you nodded and knocked on the door. He stayed with you in the hall until you made your way into the room.

Your father was sitting on the biobed, talking with the doctor. His expression and tone of voice, was the same as it always was, strong and sure, but laying there, looking tired in a way you couldn’t recognise, he seemed fragile. For the first time you were forced to realise that the great Captain Pike, your father, the man whose expectations you had spent a lifetime trying to live up to, was just that, a man. He was just easily broken as anyone else. You had expected him to look small, but instead you felt small.

“Dad?”

“There’s my little genius,” he smiled.

As you walked closer to his bed, you tried to return it, but failed. You took his hand in yours. Looking up at the doctor you tried to place him in the stories Jim had told you.

“You’re Bones, right?” you asked, keeping a firm hold on your father’s hand.

“I prefer Doctor McCoy or Leonard.” He turned his attention from the vitals displayed on the wall to you. “But yes, that’s me.”

“Give me a timeline, Doctor.”

“I want to keep him overnight for observation. Recovery after that is going to be a long road. I want him in physical therapy as soon as possible.”

Your jaw clenched as you nodded in understanding.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.”

“You’re gonna be. I want you by seen by Doctor Murphy tomorrow. And you’re going to every appointment. I don’t care what you think is more important,” you told him.

“You remember that I’m the parent, don't you?” he chuckled.

“I don’t trust the judgment of anyone who puts Jim Kirk in charge.”

-

“To the youngest captain in history!” Christopher raised his glass.

“Here, here!” you beamed at Jim. As much crap as gave him about… well, everything, you were insanely proud of him. You’d known since the day you’d met him, that he was destined to be a captain.

“I hope this won’t affect how you feel about your real child,” Jim grinned, clinking his glass against Christopher’s and your own.

“How could it?” Your dad looked at you, sitting on the stool next to him. “Kiddo, move over. I want Jim to sit next to me.”

You shook your head. “I’m comfortable. You can love him more than me from a slight distance.”

Christopher wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him and laughing, “I could never love anyone more than you.”

“Who could?” Jim asked. “You are the better Pike.”

“I’m sorry. What was that? You’re the what?”

“You heard him,” you said over the brim of your drink.

Your dad sighed, “It’s really too bad you never grew into that head of yours.”

Pulling back from him, you patted him on the shoulder. “I’m afraid it’s genetic.”

-

Jim stood with his back pressed to the wall and his arms crossed over his chest. He held a hard, steady glare directed a landing shuttle. When the door slid open to reveal you tossing a bag over your shoulder, he pushed off the wall and fell in step next to you as you walked towards your apartment.

“Your dad yelled at me,” he pouted.

“‘Hi, (Y/N). How was Mars?’” you asked for him, “Just fine, Jim. Thanks for asking. How was space?”

“It was great, but then I got yelled at for it.”

“Did you deserve it?”

He grumbled something under his breath and changed the subject. “So Mars was good?”

“I didn’t get a lot of free time. Work kept me held up in the drafting room all month.”  You walked quickly along the sidewalk, anxious to get back to your apartment and out of your travel clothes.

“Sounds like your perfect trip.”

“Are you calling me a workaholic?”

“You could use a break every now and then.”

“I’ll take a break when I’m satisfied with the propulsion system,” you told him, struggling to keep the strap of your bag securely on your shoulder. When it slipped again, Jim took it and draped it over his own shoulder.

“So you’re going to keep splitting your time between San Francisco, Iowa, and the Mars station ‘til you die?”

“That’s the plan.” You looked up at him. “Are you gonna keep traversing the galaxy with Commander Pointy and Doctor Grumpy until you die?”

“I won’t get that option, if your dad has his way,” he said, returning to his original rant.

“He’ll ease up once he’s calmed down. We both know he’s got a soft spot for you.”

“Seems to be a Pike family trait,” he mused.

“It’s because you’re just so modest.” You reached up and pinched his cheek.

“It is one of my best qualities.” He rubbed his cheek. “Want to go out tonight and celebrate our mutual homecoming?”

“Swap ‘go out’ with sit on the couch in sweatpants, eating pizza and you’ve got yourself a date.”

“I’m game.” He draped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a sideways hug.

“I wanna hear all about how you pissed my dad off.”

#star trek #star trek imagine #star trek imagines #jim kirk x reader #jim kirk imagine #jim kirk imagines

[namjoonchronicles]

So tonight is a song you could have sex with yoongi to. Can you make a list of the members and songs that you see doing it for the first time with them to?

OF COURSE I CAN OH WOW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME TO DO THIS, THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN OMG HYPERVENTILATES

(This is going to be a bit long, because I added some a lot description on how it led to the ‘first time’ and i BLABBER A LOT SORRY)

Seokjin I’m a fan of Sunday mornings. Seokjin looks like he enjoys cooking together, making breakfast with you. Imagine dancing in the kitchen, chopping apples, him lip-syncing the high notes, joining him singing, putting cream on his handsome face while making pancake batter, with Maroon 5′s Sunday Morning playing in the background, because he’s bubbly and first time would be fun fun fun. Seokjin likes making jokes and he will enjoy the joy in your face a lot, and it will be a cute date really. 

Having breakfast with you in his lap, sharing a plate together, and he is going to be direct and ask you if you want him because he has no filter.

Hoseok will begin with something very sensual, something that has a significant beat, and actually the ‘first time’ isn’t even planned. It just sort of, happened(?) So, you had been spending the whole tireless, upbeat day with Hoseok. Roller blading, playing arcade games, going to a cafe to eat cakes, enjoying his glorious, ear-piercing laughter, holding hands, being extremely comfortable with each other. 

There’s also one time he SUDDENLY stops walking to join a street dancer, just because he liked the song. Starting a random samba on the walkway, doing the twirl just because he wants to. All sort of random shit just because of Hoseok’s impulse really. Takes you to his house and had you ruling the speaker with your choice of music. Robin Thicke’s Lost Without You had you two silly dancing dancing and you know the rest. 

Namjoon okay this guy is my husband so bear with me, I’m gonna make this as brief as I can because I can go days, weeks and years with him. He introduced you to this song, /hold hands with me for this, have mercy on my poor soul/ Sabrina Claudio’s Frozen fuck I love this song so much, I sing it my sleep dammit. OK, you seriously just came to borrow one of his damn books, but then he had to turn the speaker on and play this song and put on his best charming DIMPLY smile, and you know you’re supposed to focus on the things he say but all you could think about is HOW delicious those lips would be salivating like this gorgeous ass man is making you thirsty and tuning on this song is not helping shit.

Then he invites you into the hammock he had in his house, by the corner, being extra close, listening to him read a book for you and being cuddly and he smells nice, his forehead is showing, oversized glasses, your legs tangled with each other while you lay on top of him, gazing his face like how can you not goodness gracious and truth be told, that you’d blame him for everything. He had this planned, for sure. HE HAD THIS COMING, GAWDAMMIT.

Jimin my sweet sexy ass needy clingy koala who had been testing my loyalty since 1995 let me tell you about this cutie. It was a casual morning. Doing workouts together, cycling by the park before the sun if fully up because we all know that Jimin is a morning person I’m not, but I can change *clears throat at glaring Namjoon* You guys went back home, sweaty, taking turns to use the shower because you know, innocence. Never crossing the line, because Jimin wants to take things slow unlike someone /looks at Taehyung/. After showering, you walked with wet hair to join him in the living room. 

You let him take your phone to transfer some songs because he liked some of them. He came across a playlist named after him. Jimin, taking the chance of you not being there, pressed to reveal. There’s only one song in it so he puts in on the bluetooth speaker when you walked out drying your hair, totally oblivious, you heard Ed Sheeran’s Kiss Me was playing and you knew what he did, instantly. “Jimin what did you do.” He crinkled his eyes at your question, and started to give you a back hug, rocking you side to side. His little giggles had rendered you weak as he buries his face in your nape. *swoon*

Taehyung A lot of you don’t know this, but Taehyung is my first bias in BTS before Namjoon snatched me because I’m such a sucker for deep voices and charisma. I’ve been using this song everytime I get into the sexy moments in my wiritngs and I always think of Taehyung sexy poses you know those poses he usually do when he’s doing photo shoots? I think Frank Sinatra would definitely be his choice, but Nouvelle Vague’s Fade Out Lines really have that groove, like when the beat begins, I can just see Taehyung and his extra ass, with a half-filled soda bottle, dancing with his hips to tease you.

His lips protruded as he is feeling himself. He will extend his hand at you, dancing his way to you. The living room is dark, and only lit by a tiny yellow stand lamp. The music sets you in the mood, and he starts feel your back against his chest, his breath fanning on your neck, one arm low around your hip, leaving no room for air in between you both as he whispers, “Work it, baby. Do it like that, yes...” he inhales through his teeth, before turning you to face him and giving you lustful kiss. Remember, Taehyung wanted 5 kids, so you better start now.

Jungkook I have to mentally remind myself that this boy is an adult and not 15 like the first time I saw him. Let’s be honest, he had been terrorising my poor noona heart since he turned 20.*cracks fingers* *inhales deeply* *starts typing*I like Jungkook’s spotify, I’m not gonna lie. Jungkook’s Spotify playlist lazy analysis from me, he likes songs with amazing drops like same bunny me too, and it’s good for dance, really, nice to listen to, but to put in the ‘mood’? Not so suitable. 

We all know how Jungkook loves working out right? It was weekend, free time. Instead of running to jog like Jimin’s and his girl, you’re stuck at home holding a stopwatch. “296, 297...298,” Jungkook’s arms began to shake. You sat on his back like it’s the most comfortable seat on earth, cross-legged, counting his push-ups, eyes on the stopwatch, drilling on him, pushing him to the limits, giving motivations, “...Two more baby, let’s go. Let’s do it. Two hundred and ninety-nine,” you counted when his chest hits the floor and, “300!” Jungkook dropped face down on the floor and you got off, jumping on his side while he pants violently. “You did it baby!” You squealed and he rolls to his back so you pepper him with kisses and he giggled in return.

“What do you want for present this time? No movies, because the last time we went, you slept there because you were so tired, you even started snoring.” You lay on your stomach, next to him on the floor. Jungkook was still panting and he crept a smile with his eyes shut, “...I got a pretty good...idea.”

“What.” “Make breakfast with me?” “You mean tomorrow morning?” “Yes, dummy.” “...That’s a pretty modest request really. I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.” Jungkook rolled to his side and rest the back of his head in his hand, “I mean stay over.” And you spent the night talking about stuff, just talking, your worries, your fears, funny things that happened, and to be honest, just general cuddling. Until he wake you up at midnight, with a Maroon 5′s Acoustic Version of Never Gonna Leave This Bed, on all of his bluetooth speakers he had in his room, starts to get closer, pulling you by your waist, nibbles your lips, whispering sweet nothings to your skin as the song proceeds. This song is perfect for Jungkook, he will always feel defeated by the person he loves. ‘You make me so nervous, calm me down...’

Wow Jungkook what have you done to Noona.

Let me know if you want full-length scenarios of my bullshit. Bye.

[buckywintersoldierbarnes2017]

A Hidden Pain - Part 9

Original request from anon: Could you please write a Bucky x reader where she works as the teams assistant? She’s got a violent bf but no one knows about it until he assaults her at one of Starks parties. Bucky steps in and kicks his ass. He helps her move out of her place to live with him since he’s got his own floor at the tower.

Note: Thank you to the amazing @buckysmetal-arm for being my beta on this! Bless her for reading through soooooo many words! I definitely got carried away with this particular chapter. I am loving this story so much I really don’t want it to end anytime soon! :’( Bucky x Abused!Reader (Steve x Reader) Words: 3,462 (#sorrynotsorry!) Warnings: Drunken behaviour, language, angst, upset, mentions of injury and abuse .....think that’s pretty much it really for this chapter. Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful reators <3

A Hidden Pain Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

“That is completely unfair Steve!” Your voice rings out around the research facility as you throw a fistful of paper money at the blonde sat across from you. An action of which was met with a satisfied laugh from him. “Not only have you bought the two most expensive places on the board but you’ve now put hotels on them?! No wonder Bucky always told me never to play this game with you.”

“That’s because Buck has always been a sore loser and doesn’t like the fact that I can well and truly kick his arse in this game.” He counted each and every note you had just handed to him almost as though he was making sure you weren’t trying to con him, a shit-eating grin that Bucky would have been proud of stretching from one ear to the other. “…and by the current pout you’re throwing my way I am beginning to think that you two have even more in common with each other.”

A glare was the next thing to be thrown in his direction as you folded your arms across your chest in a huff and turned your attention to the capsule that was standing not too far from where you were sat.

“I hope you’re listening to this Bucky. When you wake up I think it’s about time we dial down Captain America’s ego here.”

There was a playful smile spreading across your lips but the one that had been decorating Steve’s soon faded as he watched you speaking to his best friend. The thin lies appearing on his forehead showed the concern he was currently feeling towards you.

“[y/n]….”

You hate that tone, you had heard it more than once, and so immediately you roll your eyes before turning to look at him.

“Don’t.”

It’s the only word that leaves your lips but it is all you feel you need to say to him because you knew exactly where he was about to take this conversation and you didn’t want to hear it.

“It’s been over a year and they are still no closer to finding a way to wipe those words from his mind. You can’t stay down here any longer.”

You run your tongue along your cheeks and gum, holding back the annoyance you felt at his words, and stood yourself up from the table. He should know by now that you didn’t care whether it took another ten or twenty years you were going to stay down here until he woke up. You had failed him once before and you were damned if you were going to do that to him again.

Steve stood himself up not long after you and his hand reached out to grip your arm before you tried to move further away from him. As you looked into those blue eyes of his you did so with such intensity that you actually realised there was the smallest hint of green inside of them….you had never noticed that trait of his before.

“I know you don’t want to hear it but what kind of life are you really living down here? In fact….when was the last time you went out and got something as simple as some fresh air?”

It was a simple enough question but he knew it was one you couldn’t answer. You hadn’t been on any other level of the tower since finding out Bucky was down here; all your rehabilitation from the injuries you had suffered had been done here, your work was always delivered by either Vision or Steve, and the research team had even transformed a store cupboard close to the capsule into a room so that you had somewhere to sleep. You no longer rented your apartment so this was now your home.

“I’m fine here Steve. I get regular exercises, the research team make sure I am okay, and I still get all my work done and more.” You look at your hands as they come to rest on the door of Bucky’s capsule and your eyes close as you rest your forehead against it. “He was always there for me…..I can’t let him down now Steve. There’s nothing for me outside th0se doors. Not anymore.”

THREE YEARS AGO.

You were stood outside Bucky’s room door and the amount of time you spent standing there your intense stare could have burnt right through the steel. If Josh ever found out you were here, especially outside this particular door, there would be hell to pay….more so than you had already experienced tonight back at home.

No. You shouldn’t be here at all.

Turning on the balls of your feet you were more than ready to just walk away right now and just deal with whatever mood your boyfriend would be in when you got back home but you head the door to his room and before you could go anywhere you found yourself face to face with him…..a little TOO face to face given that the tips of your noses were pretty much brushing across one another’s.

“[y/n]? What are yo-“ His blue eyes look down towards your hand and spots the two metal spoons along with the tub of ice cream and the perplexed expression that had once been on his face softened to a more worried one. “Another fight with Josh?”

You nod silently before showing him the flavour of the ice cream you had picked up from the store.

“Its peanut butter cup…..our favourite.”

You smile as much as you can despite the horrendous night you’d had and within seconds you felt his flesh hand taking hold of your free one and pulling you into his room. It didn’t matter to him that he was about to go to the gym and have a workout, vent the frustration he was feeling from the nightmares he’d had the previous night, because you needed his attention and in his eyes you were far more important than the need to go to the gym.

“Well I guess since you have brought our favourite I can hardly kick you to the curb can I?” He threw you a playful wink before pulling you down onto the couch in his room to sit next to him. As you fell down onto the dark grey cushions a grimace crossed your face. To anyone else they probably wouldn’t have noticed but Bucky’s caring eyes had been on you the whole time so he saw the whole thing. “You okay [y/n]?”

“Other than causing yet another fight? Yeah….I guess.”

There was a hint of hesitance in the undertone of your words and immediately he took the ice cream and spoons from your grip and placed them onto the floor as he took both your hands in his. You had known him for over a year now and still the feeling of both hot and cold when you had your hands in his took you by surprise, causing your breath to catch inside your throat. Your eyes glanced down to his metal hand, the one that he had been so scared of having anywhere near you when you had first met, and yet now he was comfortable enough to use it to show his concern for you.

“Don’t hate me for asking you this doll but did he…..” Your heart raced during his short pause as he contemplated whether he should be asking you this or not because you knew EXACTLY what he was going to ask you. “…hurt you?”

Great. Now you were going to have to risk your friendship by lying to him.

“Oh you mean because of that wince?” You had been doing this for years now, covering up what Josh does to you when he is angry, so the whole act comes like second nature to you. “Stop panicking….I was so angry and upset as I was leaving the house that I walked into the front door okay?”

You noticed his brow raising and the expression on his face that silently said ‘seriously?’ and immediately you threw his own expression back at him.

“Yes. Seriously Bucky. So you can stop looking at me like that. Especially given that you walked right into the fridge the other day.”

“I’m hurt that, as a good friend, you would make me remember that.”

Almost as though you were attuned to one another the corners of your lips tugged up into a playful smirk thrown in the others direction before he launched his metal arm towards the ticklish spot near your hip. A scream erupted from you as you fell back on the sofa, your foot kicking the tub of ice cream over as Bucky hovered his broad frame over you, his hand was mercilessly attacking your hip and you had to hold back the winces of pain each time he hit the bloodied bruise covering it.

Then as quickly as he had started the attack he stopped but remained over you as his metal fingers moved up to your hair and started to gently play with the locks of your [h/c] hair.

“You know that I would protect you right?”

“Well I would hope so given that’s what The Aven-“

“I don’t mean because it’s my job. I care about you [y/n] and if I was to find out that anyone had hurt you or so much as even tried to…”

You felt the grip of his metal fingers tightening on the locks of your hair as a darkness flashed in the eyes that were boring into yours. Not wanting him to lose yourself you removed his fingers and intertwined them with yours.

“I know Bucky. Thank you. But don’t ever lose who you are just for me. I’m not worth it. Now however much I love soppy moments I am kinda wanting to eat that ice cream before it becomes completely liquefied.”

“Fuck, sorry!”

He scrambled off you, rather clumsily to say the least, and reached out for the frozen treat you had brought around. Had you not been so focused on the new pain radiating from your injured side you might have caught a glimpse of the super soldier’s cheeks blushing a deep crimson colour.

“I know you don’t have Buck right now [y/n] but there is still a lot here for you.” By the tone in his voice it was clear that your words had hit him harder than you had meant for them to but before you could turn to apologise to him you find him standing by your side as a hand came to rest on your shoulder. “You’ve got me for a start. I care for you and, actually, I would consider you my family just as much as I would Buck.”

“Really?”

You and Steve had always been close and until Bucky had appeared in your life he had been the closest friend you had here but you hadn’t once thought he would see you as family. It truly warmed your heart to hear him say that  and despite the immense sadness that consumed you on a daily basis it was enough to bring a genuinely grateful smile to your lips as you rested your head onto his shoulder.

“Really.” His hand fell from your shoulder and came to rest on your waist instead as he pulled you into him more. “Which is why if you’re going to continue to be stubborn and not leave this room to socialise then I am going to bring the socialising to you.”

A childish groan leaves your lips as you roll your eyes, a reaction that amuses Steve far more than it should have done.

“Oh good god Rogers what have you done?”

“That’s Captain Rogers to you grumpy pants. Now just go and freshen yourself up. I will be back with you soon.”

You didn’t move right away, your eyes having narrowed to look at your friend in a rather suspicious manner, but when you felt his hand playfully hitting your arse you yelped out and pushed him away with a smile.

“You are going to pay for that.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever…..I know that’s just an empty threat. Be ready in an hour!”

He left the room before you had a chance to send a snarky remark his way and when you were in the room with just Bucky you glanced over to him with a slight pout on your face.

“Now I can see why you call him ‘punk’ …..I am so making a tally chart of how many times you need to punch him in the arm when you are awake again by the way.”

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The room that even on a busy day would only be home to five people at the most now seemed to be fit to burst with the people Steve had invited down to this little makeshift party. You still couldn’t believe he had done this, you had never been a party person because with Josh as a boyfriend he’d never allowed you to……so if this was his way of making you feel better or more at ease about things it wasn’t working.

“[y/n]! Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy [y/n]!” Right on cue to make you realise this night actually was capable of getting worse was a rather intoxicated Tony Stark. “How’s the icicle doing today?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you into him with such force that you almost spilled your entire drink on the floor but it didn’t seem to faze him at all.

“Bucky is fine. Thank you for asking.”

There is a bitterness to your tone that even someone as drunk as Tony could sense and within seconds his arm had been removed from around you and he backed away with both hands in the air as though he was silently surrendering. Throwing back the entire glass of champagne you had in your hand you quickly reached for another…..you were going to need a serious amount of alcohol to get through this night.

“That’s more like it [y/n]! I knew there was a party girl inside of you somewhere!”

Natasha made her way over to you with a rather sheepish looking Wanda at her side and although you were hardly in the ‘party’ mood you’d never had anything against the girls and so you greeted them both with a hug. More than grateful to see them.

“Hey you two. It’s great seeing you! I have seriously missed having some girly company.”

“Don’t you worry….we’re invading your peace down here tomorrow for a girly night so be prepared!”

The redhead’s voice seemed to get louder and louder as her excitement grew and eventually you just found yourself laughing out loud as Wanda threw you an apologetic look and pulled her away.

“I will go get this rowdy one another drink. We will speak to you in a bit.”

Rolling your eyes you down your second glass of champagne; shortly followed by a third when Sam came over and started throwing the usual digs towards Bucky around and then a fourth when Scott tried to shrink himself to show off to a couple of girls only to fuck it up royally and end up falling backwards into the capsule holding the man you loved.

Luckily Steve was there to chuck him out of the room quickly enough to stop you from going over to him yourself. Given the headache that was beginning to it you that was more than just luck. This is why after over a year of not drinking you shouldn’t down so many glasses in quick procession….something which you were regretting rather badly.

“I knew I should have kept an eye on you….how much have you drunk?”

Your vision was betraying you right now offering you nothing more than some blurry lines but the voice was recognisable as Steve’s instantly. Instead of responding to him with some kind of remark to feign soberness a giddy laugh rolled from your lips instead….and it wasn’t one that only lasted for mere seconds either. It went on, and on, and on until there really was a look of concern etching across his handsome face.

“I dunno bu-but….” Clearing your throat as a wave of nausea hits you your words only stop for a few seconds before start again. “…certainly more than you granddad! Y-You organised this….you should be having fun too!”

In your intoxicated state you hadn’t even noticed that he had been leading you into your makeshift room, not until you felt the backs of your legs hitting the end of it as he sat you down.

“Well someone needed to look after you didn’t they? Bucky would kick my arse into the other side of next year if he ever found out I just left you to your own devices when you were drunk.”

“You…..Captain Rogers….” Your hand clumsily cups his chin as you move him to look at you. “…are spectacularly wonderful! I-If I didn....” A dry hiccup hit your throat at that point and you held up a finger to signal for him to wait a moment as he simply looked at you with an amused expression. “If I wasn’t hopelessly in love with your best friend I would totally have kissed you right now.”

He stood himself up at that point, shaking his head as a boyish laugh sounded out from him, and as he turned to your chest of drawers to grab some pyjamas he made a mental note to himself that he needed to loosen you up on more occasions because you were highly entertaining.

“Now I know you are stupidly drunk so ho-“

He turned back to face you only to see that you had curled up onto your bed in a foetal position and were now fast asleep. A soft smile crept onto his face as he carefully crawled along the bed and nestled himself beside you, an arm protectively holding you close to him as he soon drifted off himself.

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A pained groan left you long before you were able to force your eyes open….your eyes that felt like they had two lead weights attached to them. You had never been hit by a truck before, or even a car for that matter, but as you dragged your hungover self out of your bed you were pretty damn sure that this must have been a good representation of how it felt.

“Never….drinking….again…..”

You mutter the words underneath your breath as you claw through the darkness that envelops your windowless room until you feel the cold metal of the door handle underneath your fingertips. Your throat feels drier than the Sahara Desert right now and the only thing that was going to stop you from barfing there and then is an ice cold glass of water. In your tired daze you didn’t even notice the fact that Steve had been beside you in your bed.

The bright light of the research room not only blinded you, causing you to squint in an attempt to protect your reddened eyes, but probably also illuminated to anyone in the room just how awful a state you were in right now; hair looking like you had been dragged through a hedge backwards, dress from the night before still on, and no doubt your make up had run a little too…..oh the research team were going to just love you today.

“Doll?”

Your attempts at walking stopped as your entire body seemed to just freeze on the spot that voice….it had only been heard in your dreams for so long and yet now it sounded like it was in the very same room as you. Rather reluctantly, thanks to the ridiculously bright lights of the room, you opened your eyes only to be met with a certain brunette looking at you from one of the medical tables.

“B-Buck?”

The calling of his name came out more like an anguished cry as a whole onslaught of emotions hit you at that moment your mind not knowing whether to have your body running over to him or simply falling to the floor. A decision he seemed to be making for you as he climbed down from the table; but before he had even taken his first step towards you the look on his face changed from one of delight to one of pure confusion.

“Steve?”

“What?”

His confusion must have been catching because your brows were furrowed now too and as you followed his line of sight you were taken aback completely when you saw Steve stood behind you……coming out of your room.

“Exactly how long have I been fucking out for?!”

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a playlist for the last 30 to 36 hours or so-- “i am alive, so very much alive”

after many, many years, i rediscovered katy perry’s first album, one of the boys, that i used to adore as a teenager. now quite a few of the songs kind of make me cringe at the thought of singing them out loud, for the lyrics are thoroughly terrible, BUT! i had somehow completely forgotten about this little gem: lost.

for the third time in 2019, i watched brief encounter last night— i do very much believe it’s as close to my heart as an absolute favourite can be. so obviously i must include rachmaninoff’s piano concerto no. 2, as scattered through the final, heart-wrenching scene of the film (”you’ve been a long way away. thank you for coming back to me.” i die every time), or as it comes in full on the soundtrack, lead by pianist eileen joyce.

i rewatched all that heaven allows on monday and the soundtrack was so beautiful i simply had to compile its primal material: liszt’s consolation no. 3, brahms’ first symphony finale, schumann’s warum? (how tender is richter’s interpretation?!) out of the fantasiestücke. still on the same topic, on letterboxd, someone used the lyrics of brand new’s the no seatbelt song as a review and... yes.

yesterday, perhaps for more reason than one, i had to think about björk’s moon— the live version especially. how i adore the biophilia era. "best way to start anew is to fail miserably— fail at loving, fail at giving, fail at creating a flow, then realign the whole and kick into the start hole"... special mention: out of the voltaic tour (lives in paris), who is it? (she sings “who is it that gave you back your crown?” and i internally exclaimed “you! you! you!”, thinking about björk, yes, but also about o.) + jóga (”coincidence makes sense only with you”).

last night, as i was walking the dog well past midnight, i thought of a poem (that i’ll post on here later), and upon writing and reworking it, for some reason, messiaen’s regard du père came to mind (i love pierre-laurent aimard take on the vingt regards sur l’enfant-jésus-- it’s always extremely clear).   also out of the vingt regards, someone in a comment section said that they used le baiser sur l’enfant-jésus at their wedding ceremony. i can see why-- such a strange tenderness emanates from it.

when i got up today, i was in the mood for something very different-- i wanted to sing and to dance! i listened to some aya nakamura (i was mostly looking for djadja and pookie but i actually love the nakamura album like??! rumour says i might’ve shed a tear during la dot), amel bent’s la fête (”ma vie défile et je suis toujours au même endroit” hah) and most importantly some jenifer’s classics! (donne-moi le temps, which makes me v-e-r-y emotional, i genuinely sang my lungs out on this one in the bathroom lol —  “est-ce que nos peurs valent à ce point la peine pour exiger aussi peu de nous-mêmes ?” —, tourner ma page, ma révolution — i’ve just realised today that the line “ma révolution porte ton nom” somewhat echoes the way i describe o.’s effect on me-- a quiet revolution —, des mots qui résonnent, j’attends l’amour, sur le fil, c’est de l’or — “la tendresse que tu mets dans ma voix”, priceless —, comme un hic, résiste, évidemment, la déclaration). listening to jen reminds me so much of my sister, 1. because they look similar, 2. because we went to two of her concerts (actually only stayed during the first one; the second time around we were late and had very crappy places so we decided to ditch it and go grab dinner instead heheh) and it’s such a sweet memory. it prompted me to get back in touch with her again, after a long time. we exchanged a few messages and apparently, just like me, she’d been thinking about our trip in london lately-- fond memory too! we’ll probably meet up soon. later i wanted something energetic still and i turned up björk’s debut and i was instantly brought back two years ago. i met the person around that time... soft, weird times indeed. i’ll never forget jogging in the rain and just entering a whole new state of being listening to this album— for instance, i felt i could very well explode during violently happy. like someone in love literally made me stop in my tracks. also, when i was listening to come to me earlier, i was picturing the softest displays of affection and protection... i wish. i love, love, love the vulnicura strings version-- even though she breaks my heart big time towards the end (3:53 to 4:01 is heart-wrenching, then up until the end...). as i’m writing this it seems that it only dawns on me now that the cornucopia show, about a week ago, was sumptuous. i’m grateful. grateful grapefruit (i called my grandmother earlier today and she was just eating a grapefruit!)

a few miscellaneous notes about those hours: home alone / sense of freedom / nice workout sessions / two baths / too much (never too much, though!) rose-scented bubble-bath / lots of candles / slowness of action / completeness of action / walks with the dog / better eating, less eating, more intentional eating (intermittent fast, late evening) / very late night walks / a vibrancy of the mind / thoughts on confessing a love / becoming overwhelmed with emotion upon watching tarot readings for guidance / a regained sense of lightness, of humanness / writing / cigarettes and pipes and wine and porto and bourbon (empty bottle) / reading / in awe and almost tears upon finishing olivia (the novel, then rewatching the film adaptation and, meh) / owning nighttime all the way through 

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Ranma 1/2 but talking to cameras behind the scenes - a fanfic, pt. 1?

It was just another day at the Tendo house until the head of the household, Soun Tendo received a letter in the mail. It was from his long time friend Genma Saotome announcing that he would be coming to visit. Soun had been waiting a long time for this letter and jumped up to go call his three daughter. Kasumi and Nabiki were both puzzled as to why their father was so excited, he normally seemed a bit depressed.

Kasumi: I thought he had finally gotten some customers at the dojo. It's a bit of an embarrassment to have a dojo that no one wants to train in. Might have done good for his self esteem.

Nabiki: I was hoping we won the lottery or something. He certainly looked like he just won the lottery.

Unfortunately his youngest daughter Akane was nowhere to be found. Soun really wanted to speak to all three of his daughters at once, but he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. So he told his other two daughter the news, one of them was to be engaged to his friends son to carry on the Tendo dojo. Kasumi and Nabiki kind of stared at him for a good 30 seconds as if they were trying to discern whether he really did just say that. They then said in unison, “we'll think about it.”

Soun: I was scared there for a moment, I thought an argument would break out. It certainly looked like Nabiki was giving me the death gaze. Honestly it could have went a lot worse.

Kasumi: Arranged marriage, that's so old fashioned. I would rather pick for myself. But I didn't want to disappoint my father by dismissing things too quickly. It's rare to see him that happy.

Nabiki: I wasn't crazy about the idea, but I didn't want to completely knock it yet. The guy could have ended up being decent for all I knew.

The awkward silence was soon broken by a loud announcement, “I'm home.” Akane was back, Soun wasn't sure whether to be relieved or very frightened. He sent Nabiki to go get Akane, just to be on the cautious side. He sat there for a good five minutes, wondering what was taking them so long. Finally Nabiki entered with Akane. Nabiki had an evil grin on her face, while Akane was looking rather puzzled. Soun quickly choked out the news unable to keep his cool. Akane was fucking pissed and quickly went into a rant about how Soun shouldn't be meddling their their lives like that.

Akane: I don't normally like to yell at my dad like that, but someone had to say it. It's not as if my sisters were going to do it. I bet they were deliberately waiting for me to be the one to say it, make me look like the bad daughter. They certainly started to agree with me once I started chewing him out.

Nabiki eventually managed to diffuse the uncomfortable situation by asking more about their future fiancé. Soun preceded to tell them all about Genma's son Ranma's extensive martial arts training and their trip to China. He was feeling a little more calm now, it even seemed like Nabiki was interested in hearing about Ranma, and it was normally pretty difficult to get her attention. Akane however still looked really angry at him. Nabiki and Kasumi started to ask some more questions about Ranma. Soun got a bit nervous and admitted he had never actually met Ranma. Kasumi and Nabiki's faces quickly started to match Akane's. Fortunately the precocious situation situation was interrupted by some yelling at the door.

Soun and Nabiki quickly rushed to the door. At the door there was giant panda carrying a person. The they rushed back because who wouldn't freak out if they saw a giant panda at their door. The panda chased after them into the living room. The person whom the panda was carrying broke free and performed a swift divekick into the panda's face. The whole situation was total PANDA-monium. The whole Tendo family thought they were tripping pokeballs.

Soun's daughter were not amused. Kasumi and Nabiki are all like, “what the fuck is with this panda, did you hang around the zoo a lot back in the day” The person then introduced himself as Ranma Saotome and the mood of the room whiplashed yet again. Soun rushed to give him hug. After a split-second he realized there were some strange growths on Ranma's chest. He took a quick feel again to make sure he wasn't imagining things. He then realized, he wasn't crazy, Ranma was a girl. Nabiki, noticing the situation decided to get in on some of the action herself and started to get pretty gropey with Ranma's chest before she started to get frustrated and asked her to stop. At the same time, Soun passed out from shock. And the other two Tendo daughter rushed to attend to him.

Nabiki: Hey she was really hot. Probably not fiancé material, but definitely easy on the eyes and I am kind of a sucker for redheads.

After a few minutes Soun regained consciousness. Kasumi was quite understanding and tried to cheer her father up. Nabiki on the other hand grilled his ass like Strickland Propane, mocking him for not knowing Ranma was a girl all while continuing to grope Ranma further, much to his dismay. Akane finally got fed up with all the bullshit and told her to knock that shit off. She was relieved that there turned out to be no fiancé and felt a like celebrating with a good workout. She even invited Ranma along in hopes of making a new friend.

An hour after the daughter had cleared the living room, Nabiki walked by to find her dad sitting around with some bald dude with glasses. She continued on her way to the kitchen only for it to hit her a few seconds later, “who was that guy?” When she got into the kitchen she decided to ask Kasumi. “Beets me.” Kasumi said. Kasumi then walked on over to the dojo to tell Ranma the bath was ready before going to meet Nabiki in the living room to find out who the bald guy was.

And just five minutes later the whole neighborhood could hear Akane scream. Kasumi spilled tea all over herself and Soun nearly pissed his pants. Akane then bursts through the living room, runs outside and pulls a giant stone thingamajig out of the ground, ranting about killing a pervert in bathroom like some sort of overzealous street preacher. Then Nabiki was all like, “what the fuck's yer deal sis.” and Akane was all like “creeper in the bathroom” then Nabiki was all like “so trash his ass” and Akane was all like “I am too freaked to touch that freak with my bear hands”.

Nabiki: Sometime Akane freaks out like a psycho, but never that much. It was hilarious.

Kasumi: Hell yeah it was hilarious! Never change Akane.

A stranger then walked into the room and and Kasumi and Nabiki were all like, who is this guy? And the dude said Ranma Saotome and all three daughters looked like they they finished the first episode of Galaxy Fraulein Yuna. Soun then introduced the bald guy as Genma Saotome. Then things got into exposition territory, blah blah, training in China, blah, blah, cursed spring, blah, blah water transformations, you probably know the story already.

After the story Ranma and Genma broke out into a fight both eventually ending up in the pond and having their transformations triggered. The Kasumi called Genma out out on his shit.”What the hell were you thinking Mr. Saotome!” And then Genma's panda paws pull out a Chinese guidebooks. Kasumi responded, “so you can't read Chinese?” and the pulled out a sign from out of nowhere saying Bingo! “Really” Kasumi muttered under her breath, with that “you're a total dumbass” look on her face.  Soun then poured hot water on the Saotomes and said, “no problem then,” and introduces his daughters to Ranma. “So who tickles your fancy” he asks. But before Ranma has a chance to answer Kasumi and Nabiki volunteer Akane to be Ranma's fiancee, claiming she is clearly the best fit for a guy who is half girl.

Akane: I can't believe those bitches set me up like that. That was really low even for Nabiki. And I can't believe Kasumi would ever do something like that.

Nabiki: I was thinking Akane's totally a lesbian, why give her a little nudge out of her closet by setting her up with a hot girl. I was doing her a favor.

Kasumi: I was just joking at first, but when I saw Nabiki thought so as well, I just kind of jumped on noard the Rakane ship.

Akane then burst out in opposition yelling that she'd never date a perv like that. Ranma then expressed his dissatisfaction with the arranged by acting like a total drama queen and yelling that he was going back to China. But on his way out he had to open his big mouth, and say he was totally hotter than Akane anyway. A split-second later he was out out on the floor and Akane had the table firmly in her hands. She smacked him upside the head from behind just like in pro wrestling. Nobody told her not to imitate what you see on TV growing up.

A half hour later Ranma woke up to see Kasumi and Nabiki tending to him. Kasumi assured him that Akane was actually really nice when she wasn’t being a violent psychopath, while Nabiki cracked a smile at Kasumi's joke, which was totally inappropriate for the situation.

And then just another twenty minutes later another scream from the bathroom. Akane kicked Ranma's ass again for another bathroom misunderstanding. Why don't the Tendo's have some way of knowing the bathroom is occupied? After the incident Nabiki was all talking to Akane about it. “Come on I know you enjoyed getting a peak at Ranma's smokin' hot girl body” said Nabiki. And Akane was all, “No way.” And Nabiki was all, “come on you don't need to hide in the closet, me and Kasumi both know you're a lesbian, dad won't care he loves you just the same.” And Akane then retorted, “for the hundredth time I am not a lesbian, what is with you. I am going to bed, I've had enough bullshit today“ and stormed off. Kasumi then came over and, gave Nabiki a smile and said, “I think things are going to get a lot more interesting around here Nabiki.” To which Nabiki replied, “they sure are Kasumi, they sure are.”

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