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A-Z Affection Prompts- Victor Creed

“Marks and nuzzling with Victor Creed? If you're still doing the prompts.”

“A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.”

- John Stuart Mill

Your mutation wasn’t the best, so to speak. Genetically, you had a lot in common with feral types of mutants; those with animalistic qualities and high healing factors.

Only, you didn’t heal fast from actual wounds. You had the higher healing factor than a “normal” human like most mutants, but nothing in comparison to Victor, or Logan (whom you’d only met once). Scientists who had done studies of various types of mutants and the subgroupings had said your mutation’s power was all used up in keeping you appearing like you didn’t age. It wasn’t something you could turn on or off and it didn’t come with claws or bone skewers coming out of your body. However, you did have slightly pointed ears and what appeared to be two sets of sharper-than-average canines on the bottom and top rows of teeth along with more strength than would be normal for someone of your size.

Despite how you felt you were weak or a hindrance, Victor kept you around after he had found you in a cage years ago. He was a murder machine even at the best of times, but he was your protector and friend.

In recent years something had changed. The familial love had shifted and grew into something else. But even being with him for years, you weren’t the best at reading his emotions unless it came to rage. That one you saw a lot, never pointed at you though.

After living so long one would suppose you’d had a lot of . . . experience. That wasn’t necessarily true. Yes, you had been with people, even felt love you supposed (though it was nothing compared to how you felt about the large feral mutant), but they were few and far between. Either they began to age and wanted to settle when you knew you couldn’t or you were being hunted as recognition, understanding and acceptance of mutants fluctuated over the years of your long life.

What you did know from experience is that you weren’t some frail, breakable thing. Unless you were to be honest about your love for Creed. Then, yes, you were weak.

But these average, human men in the alley that had clear, albeit disgusting, goals? You were definitely not weaker than them. And you proved it when you beat the absolute shit out of them for their attempted gang assault. After you finished demolishing them and some of the alley walls, you wiped your bloody knuckles on the sides of your jeans. Then you buttoned up your flannel all the way since the tank top underneath had been roughly grabbed and nearly torn from your body to expose what the men were after.

One of the men lightly groaned as he moved his head a bit, and you took a final kick to his temple as you slightly limped from the dark alley. Checking your phone you doubled down on your pace to hurry home. Victor was due home today, and you had wanted to cook something. Now you were running late.

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Regardless of the fact that you had made it home before him and started on something for dinner, (burgers if his nose was to be believed), Victor was not happy.

Try as he might to not be possessive, Victor Creed was a territorial man. You may not be his partner, but the rule was no sexual partners in the loft apartment. A rule you made, he might add, and he agreed to out of respect for you and the bond you shared.

Now before he even makes it to the door he can smell a man? Men? And the coppery tinge of blood- he knew you hadn’t gotten any in. . . Well, a while. So he factored that as the blood smell, but another male in his home? More than one? You made the FUCKING rule.

So he was already tense as he opened the door and slammed it shut. Ready to berate you into the next life, and inevitably slut shame a bit. He was known for being an asshole after all.

But all thoughts were cut off as you turned with a tight smile to greet him from the kitchen across the open floored apartment. There was a dark bruise that looked suspiciously like a handprint blooming from under your chin and up your cheek a bit. The blood he had smelled could be seen along your hairline and crusted in your hair a bit. Quickly he took in the flannel buttoned up to the absolute top button and a tear in one shoulder seam. Then down to the hand holding the spatula you were using to flip the burgers; split skin and more dark (almost purple-black) bruising.

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Immediately you saw his angered face contort to something else as his eyes flickered around your prone form. You almost forgot about what happened in your haste to get home and start food. You had wanted to do something nicer, but burgers were always a good go-to for Victor. Burgers and beer.

Now you wished you had taken the time to shower or something before starting on the food since it wasn’t ready when he got home anyway.

Again he wore a look, an emotion settling that you couldn’t read.

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“What happened?” he grunted.

A relieved look passed over your face as you turned back to the sizzling burgers. Had you already sensed he was angry at you?

“Oh, not much. Got home late so sorry about it being burgers again,” you laughed.

“I meant the blood and shit Y/N.” Gruff as ever.

Back turned to him, he saw your shoulders tense a bit. You weren’t worried about the men who attacked you or what they thought they were going to be able to do to you. You were worried about telling him, and seeing how weak he really thought you were. All marked up and bruised after a fight with some humans? Probably would think you were pathetic.

“Uhm, well…”

A irritated ‘hmph’ came from the stock-still man.

“Some men tried to. . . Attack me. Came at me all together thinking they’d get the upper hand and get- Y’know?..” You lifted the burgers from the skillet to a plate covered in paper towels to catch excess grease.

Behind you Victor had tensed even more. Angry at what happened. Those men. Himself.

Himself for not being there and for intending to come in and rip you a new one earlier. His inner feral growled lowly. Over the years, probably before your feelings had even shifted, he had grown attached to you in a more romantic, loving nature. But he didn’t want to hurt you. He knew what he did to other frails and knew he held you in higher regard than even himself when he realized he never wanted to see you hurt. But his inner animal was raging; some average human men had not only tried to hurt you, but force you to… to..

You were still putting the burgers together, knowing exactly how he liked his, while you talked. “Got a couple good ones in yeah, but I got ‘em all Vic. Really tore into ‘em like you taught me!” You were getting a bit giddy to regale you triumphant tale as you spun around. And he was right there. ‘Holy shit.’

Victor grabbed the plate from your hands and set it on the counter to the side, picking both your hands up in his clawed one while the other smoothed hair away from the side of your face with the bruise.

“You won?” he questioned, but your indignant reply was cut off as he raised your torn knuckles to his mouth and laved at them. Wet tongue softly grazing over the split skin in a comforting and healing gesture reminiscent of his large cat namesake. Your gasp brought his blown gaze to your own wide eyes. “Of course you did.”

“V-Victor?”

He gave a light growl that further warmed your belly as his gaze shifted back to the handprint on your neck and face. “One of them grabbed you here? Marked you up.”

Breath shaky you replied, “Yeah. Tight grip while I was getting some other guys’ paws off my undershirt. They say we’re the animals. But I won! I’m stronger than you think y’know?”

The last bit was supposed to be a tease to hide your own insecurity, but his incredulous gaze met yours like he was having an epiphany. (He was.)

‘She thought I thought she was weak? I mean, I did. But not. . . Not as a negative thing.’

“You really are something Y/N,” he chuckled. “Much stronger than I was giving you credit for. I’m sorry.”

‘An apology? What is going on with him?’ Victor dropped suddenly on his knees gazing up at you. ‘Ahhhh!!!?? What is going on? Why is he- Wait.’

The large man wasn’t looking in you eyes anymore but off to the side with his head craned to expose the thick expanse of his neck. Submitting. To you.

“I was wrong. I’ve seen the way your gaze changed over the years. Practically fucking me with your eyes Y/N.” Your face was bright red now. He gave a low chuckle while his head and eyes were still turned away. “You weren’t as subtle as you thought you were. I told myself it couldn’t happen. That you were too weak-”

Now the salt smell of your tears hit him as he practically felt you stop breathing and he looked up at you in a panic. Tears were welling and slowly teetering the line of falling down your face.

“No. Shit.” he groaned as he wiped his empty clawed hand down his face. “I meant. You’re healing ability. I didn’t want to hurt you. To see you in pain.. I couldn’t live if I hurt you Y/N. But me wanting to protect you like I’ve done for years made me blind the you now. Strong and capable of protecting herself despite a little pain and some cuts and bruises.”

Once he saw the shimmer dissipate a bit he craned his head again. Exposing the column of his throat once more. “I can’t stay marked up. If you tried to it wouldn’t stick. But I am claimed by you. I have been for years now. If-if that’s still what you want?”

Understanding hit you like a freight truck. Slowly you crouched, if you also knelt you would be shorter than him again, to make a point.

“No submitting. You’re Victor Creed. The Sabertooth. These- These feelings are ones we both have right?” At his nod and the curious glint in his eyes you continued. “Then it’s equal. We are equal, bub.”

Then you gave him what he wanted. Lightly you pressed kisses to his brow, his nose, his lips and his jaw. He reciprocated in his own forceful way. Carefully your gazes met again and you gave a slight nod. You ran your nose down from where you kissed his jaw to the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. He skipped the trailing and harshly pressed his nose to the same spot on your neck, nuzzling, and waited for you to press your open mouth to his skin.

He felt your hot tongue and groaned loudly. Then there was a slight tearing sound as he dug his sharp canines into your neck, and you repressed your scream by biting him back as hard as possible with your duller teeth. When his teeth pulled from your skin he immediately began lapping at your wound in that healing way again as your body collapsed into his.

When you gave a high whine followed by a moan Victor’s arms wrapped tightly around you and he stood to his full height with you in his hold. Sensing a shift in mood from the loving, openness to a more erotic tone, you laughed.

“Got more plans?”

Another grunt but you felt the curve of his smile where his face was still pressed to you.

“What about the burgers?” You joked.

“Fuck that.” he gave a chuckle this time, hearing your joking lilt. “Let’s work up an appetite first, eh?”

Now you giggled as he practically ran to his dark room down the hall. You were certainly up for a long night making up for lost time, and he was ready to mark you up and see your strength first hand.

#victor creed #sabertooth #xmen #victor creed x reader #a-z affection prompt oneshot #nuzzling #marked up #marking #claiming #animal qualities #mates #mutant #angst #mention of attempted assault

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starlight-writes-stuff · 3 years

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hi again omg! im getting into the feral boys and i was hoping you could do some headcanons for them with a reader that has their period (but could you make it gender neutral if possible?) - ⚙️ anon

⚙️ anon ! hi ! i can absolutely do this , im sorry it took a long time . i genuinely ended up LOVING these , and i hope you do too !

AYO LOOK AT THESE : reader who gets a period , mentions of cramps , usage of tylenol / painkillers of that sort , very very very fluffy feral boys content . i luv them .

reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

dream :

would be incredibly worried :(

and unbelievably empathetic

he’s such a good fkn person in general ugh

“i don't know how it feels but i would imagine its … not good”

he would just want to keep you comfortable

“stay in bed, baby, i’ll bring [whatever] to you”

would go on pad/tampon runs for you

and wouldn’t be a pussy about it

“what size ? how heavy is your flow ?”

would call you while he was in the aisle to double check

and would get more than one box

“i know it fluctuates”

while he was out he would pick up some little gifts for you

just things to keep you comfortable

a blanket because “it looked soft”

some of your favorite chocolate

“did you know that chocolate produces endorphins ? which can help with cramps ?”

a little teddy bear

and would pick up some junk food for you

he’d move his stream to comfort you all night

“can i hold you ? will you still be comfortable ?”

would end up laying your head in his lap and running his hands through your hair

he’d do small , soothing actions until you fell asleep

and would be so still while you napped on him

clay would die if he woke you up

you’re his number one priority , and you need your rest

george :

sweet gogs would be . so concerned .

“... are you alright , my love ?”

would get pouty because you were irritated

but would understand

he tries his best to help you in anyway possible

brings you water and tylenol

and would make you a snack to go with it

“you have to take it with food so your body can process it , darling .”

purchases a heating pack to keep at his house

and genuinely just tries to keep you as comfortable as possible

picks you up bridal style

to transfer you from couch to bed

and would be SO upset when you whimpered in pain

“did i hurt you , baby ? are you okay ?”

you’d try to explain that it wasn’t him at all

just your body working against you

but would insist on nursing you

going as far to lift your water cup to your lips for you

“wanna make sure you’re taken care of , sweet thing .”

would bring you desserts and comfort foods

and would eat half

gogy would try to get you to nap

“your body is working so hard ! you need rest !”

and would be elATED when you fell asleep tucked against him

he’d run a hand up and down your back while you slept

trying to comfort you even in unconsciousness

sapnap :

trying his best

bless his little heart

would be incredibly concerned but very scared

not necessarily of you

but of you

wouldn't want to make you mad in any way , shape , or form

is worried that you’ll rip him to shreds

but is also v soft for you

doesn’t like seeing his s/o in pain :(

so he’d be very careful with you

won't give up his cuddles tho

would jump 10 feet into the air when you said “ow!” after he wrapped an arm around your lower tummy

apologizes incessantly

feels bad for the next week

would make you tea and warm drinks to help

and would diy a heat pack out of rice and a sock 😭

nick would NOT want to leave you alone

so he’d try to cook

and would do pretty well !!

would make you mac and cheese from the box

but it was so good

and would feed you oreos

he’d make you both milkshakes, too

karl :

nurse karl™ is on the case

he would be the BEST at taking care of you

would have an entire period kit at his place

and would carry tampons/pads in a bag in his backpack just in case

karl knows you inside and out

and has taken notes on what to do while you're on your cycle

stocks up on all your comfort foods the week before

makes sure you have plenty of supplies

he would make a movie lineup for the two of you to watch together

all cheesy rom coms and disney flicks

he’d sing all the songs to you

would make jokes about being your prince charming

karl would try to make you smile in any way he could

he would make you a comfy spot on the couch

with lots of pillows and blankets

“is it okay if i hold you ?”

would be s o gentle

barely touching you

“baby , i'm not made of glass”

“but i don't want to hurt you !”

would end up spooning

and karl would smother you with kisses

“gotta kiss it better >:(“

he’d keep you clothed in his big hoodies and sweatpants

and would make sure that you always had a warm towel when you got out of the shower

karl would run all the errands you usually did

and would bring flowers back from the store

quackity :

loml big q

god he would be so so so tender with u

he would go completley soft

because seeing you in pain just rips his heart to shreds

has the whole phantom pain thing

because yall are so fkn close w each other

wouldn’t leave you alone like ,,, ever

is so worried that you’re going to lose too much blood

you’ve tried to explain that your body regulates it to an extent

but he doesn’t care

he’d call your mom to ask for tips

and would follow all of them to a t , PLUS everything that he’d picked up on already

would make sure to keep you hydrated

gets gatorade “because you need electrolytes !”

he’d run you warm showers

and get you clean , soft clothes

would give you back and neck rubs to help with your muscles

alex would lay in bed with you all day

he’d love when you napped on his chest

would set timers on his phone for giving you ibuprofen

“every six hours , my love .”

alex would 100% get midol and be so proud that he found it

finally makes a trip to the store on like ,,,,,, day 3/4

would take a picture the pads/tampons you use so he gets the correct ones

and would buy multiple boxes so you’d never run out

is incredibly comforting

does small tasks for you

brushes your hair and tries his best to braid it back

would make you foods that are high in iron

“you need it , baby , it’s for your blood”

but would follow it up with hot chocolates for the both of you

he’d sing softly to you until you fell asleep in his arms

and would press little kisses to your head

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sonnetthebard · 3 years

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can you do a oneshot with peip spy paul and secret ccrp boss melissa? (yeah this is cause of the stuff sent to hatchetfieldtheories so what lmfao)

Um hell yeah I will! I have read the original theory, but you're also going to get my take on it because I got ideas just by reading the prompt lol. Apparently @hatchetfieldtheories and I are now getting lumped together and I am perfectly okay with that.

Genre: Action/ Thriller kinda?

Words: 2727 (once again... perfect)

TL;DR: Paul's cover as a PEIP agent is blown, and he finally gets to meet exactly who he's fighting against.

TW: Swearing, Guns, Violence, Murder, Blood.

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Paul sighed, reading over his report before he sent it in. Was the report work related? No. Well... yes and no. Not for his job at CCRP technical. But as an agent of PEIP? It held information that could be absolutely crucial to the work they were doing. So it kind of had to be perfect. One mistype, a spelling mistake, could change the entire context of how it was read and how his superiors reacted. Perfection was key. Especially with what he had found. God, had he found out a lot.

Paul hadn't originally worked for PEIP. No. No, it was a bit of a long story. But... to sum it up, Paul had been caught dead in the centre of a world-ending event. An attack from what had looked like aliens at first but was actually an entity named Pokotho- or Pokey. Paul had very nearly died. He'd almost caused the end of the world. He had almost thrown a grenade dead into the centre of the meteor that was playing host to Pokey and his hivemind formula- which would have simply spread the spores. Luckily, one PEIP field agent- a Xander Lee- had managed to keep himself safe while his unit was infected, and he was able to stop Paul before he made a world-ending mistake.

Xander, through a lot of science Paul did *not* understand, was able to send Pokey back into his own dimension. The world was saved. It still kind of felt like a sci-fi fever dream. Most days, it still didn't feel real. The Hive had healed those it had destroyed, so... most people came back. Not Charlotte or Sam, because they weren't technically killed by the Hive. But Ted, Bill, Alice, Deb, Emma, and even Hidgens were back completely unscathed. Paul and Emma had actually gotten a chance to go to that movie. They were dating now. For three months, to the day. Paul had a bouquet of roses ready to surprise her with after work. He knew she wasn't usually big on the sappy romance stuff, but... he kinda was.

It was about a week after what was now widely known as the 'apotheosis' had passed when Paul got an email from Xander asking a favour. A very classified favour. Since Paul knew about PEIP and what it stood for. Apparently, they'd been picking up suspicious activity from CCRP for months, and they'd been trying to figure out which of their agents to send undercover. But every alias they'd made up had been rejected for an interview. So Xander got the idea that since Paul worked there, maybe he could keep an eye out for them. And as dangerous as it seemed... Paul said yes. The work PEIP did was too important to risk delaying. He was briefed through text, and he learned his job online in a matter of days. Ever since, he had been PEIP's agent in CCRP. And PEIP was more than right to be concerned.

Paul hummed, satisfied with his report. It was concise, precise, and detailed everything he'd seen. Which was a lot. This week... this week, he'd finally made his breakthrough. He was able to sneak to a higher level. Sylvia's level. She was talking on the phone about temporal breaches, trans-dimensional fluctuations, and lots of other jargon he didn't even come close to understanding. He'd bugged her office with a microphone PEIP had sent him so that they would understand more clearly. And when he'd snuck to the lower level, he was finally able to get past that second level of security. And what he'd found there was... eerie. He hadn't gone in. He just looked through the window. But it appeared there were hundreds, if not thousands, of... himself. Just standing there. He'd left a camera. Needless to say the report was more than full of information.

Paul heard the click of heels behind him and he quickly pressed send, closing the tab. He faked looking through his analytics before the clicking stopped. Paul could practically feel the presence looming behind him. At first, he just kept working as if he didn't notice. But... then it started to bug him. Because whoever the heeled coworker was who had stopped behind him was, they hadn't moved yet. He slowly turned, trying not to show any nerves. But he was a terrible liar, so he had a feeling that wasn't working. In front of him stood... oh good, Melissa. He sighed in relief.

"Hey Melissa. How's it going?" Paul asked.

"I need to see you for a moment... in Mr. Davidson's office." Melissa told him shyly.

"You need to see me?" Paul asked, still getting up nonetheless. This was Melissa. She was a sweetheart. She probably had a computer problem.

"Yeah... don't worry, it won't take of your much time." Melissa bit her lip, walking away. Paul followed.

"Did Davidson's computer crash because of that solitaire again?" Paul guessed.

"Um... no. No, this isn't about Mr. Davidson's computer." Melissa chuckled nervously.

"Uh oh... Paul's getting called to the principal's office!" Ted taunted teasingly.

"Shut up, Ted!" Bill groaned. "I'm trying to finish my report! Can I not have peace for five minutes?"

"You can... if you move to another department." Ted smirked. Paul only knew he was smirking because Ted had popped his head over the cubicle to watch him go by.

"I'm not in any trouble." Paul rolled his eyes. "Go back to what you were doing."

"Alright, alright!" Ted snickered, raising his hands defensively and lowering back into the cubicle.

"Sorry about him." Paul sighed, seeing the way Melissa blushed. "I swear he's not as much of an asshole as he seems most of the time."

"Oh, it's fine." Melissa shrugged. She walked into Davidson's office. Suddenly, her demeanor completely switched. "Ken, I'm going to need this office for a minute."

"What?" Paul blinked, his heart immediately sinking to his stomach. There was a pit in his stomach, and it was growing by the minute.

"Sure thing, Mel." Mr. Davidson nodded, getting up and walking out of the office.

"What's going on?" Paul asked, though there was no one specifically he was speaking to. He was just very confused.

"Why don't we sit?" Melissa offered, confidence oozing off of her as she took Davidson's seat behind the desk.

"Um... okay." Paul nodded warily, taking a seat. "Melissa..."

"Let me do the talking for now, Paul." Melissa sighed, leaning forward on the desk.

"Alright." Paul blushed, already intimidated. Yeah, he was totally agent material.

"You probably think you've been pretty slick, don't you?" Melissa chuckled lowly, looking at the cowering bundle of nerves before her. "Slipping bugs all over the facilities, sending your little reports while you're supposed to be writing reports for us... quite the secret agent, aren't you?"

"I... don't know what you're talking about." Paul lied.

"Paul, you're not that bright." Melissa scoffed. "In all your stealth and espionage, you seem to have forgotten that we have security cameras."

"On those floors?" Paul blinked. "I... didn't see any feed from them when I checked."

"Well we're not going to stream it to where anyone can see it!" Melissa rolled her eyes. "And you know exactly why."

"Yeah... yeah, I probably shouldn't have just assumed..." Paul sighed.

"So you admit it then? You're a spy?" Melissa checked.

"Well... yeah. Yeah I am." Paul sighed.

"For PEIP?" Melissa clarified.

"Who?" Paul tried to lie again.

"Paul, you used our network to send your files." Melissa rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but I followed their..." Paul muttered.

"Which we're well aware of here, and well aware of how to overrule." Melissa sighed. "Really, Paul... you're sloppy."

"I'm not trained." Paul blushed.

"I figured as much." Melissa scoffed. "So they pulled you over to the dark side?"

"They saved my life during the apotheosis..." Paul shrugged. "When they told me something might be up here, I knew I had to help. And they were right, Melissa. Stuff is going on here."

"I know." Melissa smirked. "I oversee it all."

"You?" Paul raised his brows, a bit taken aback.

"Me." Melissa smirked. "You're probably thinking it's a bit weird... me, being in charge, choosing to take on the role of a secretary."

"I'm honestly just trying to wrap my head around you being in charge in general." Paul muttered.

"You want to know why?" Melissa asked. It was, of course, rhetorical. "It's actually pretty simple. The CCRP Technical department had some good cloning candidates. I wanted to be close to the action. Hand-pick who we used. And who would ever suspect anything of the shy, sweet secretary? You certainly didn't."

"So you hand-picked me?" Paul blinked in shock. He was doing a lot of that.

"You're a good size, amiable personality... smart enough, though evidently no genius." Melissa reasoned. "You, in mass, would make a great crew of workers for the Moon Project."

"Moon Project?" Paul asked.

"Oh, you've barely scratched the surface on what we're doing here, Paul." Melissa chuckled darkly. "But you won't be getting any further."

"What are you going to do to me?" Paul shrugged, a faux confidence in his tone. "There are people out there who know me. If I just go missing, they're going to get suspicious."

"Oh... Paul, you think I would tell you?" Melissa started to laugh. "You're so sweet! No. No, we won't be doing anything to you right now. But... let's just say PEIP won't be getting any reports from you in the near future."

"You brought me here just to tell me that?" Paul asked apprehensively. "To gloat?"

"Just to let you know that we knew, yes." Melissa sighed, she pulled out a cellphone, diverting most of her attention to it. "I like to deal with things myself. Handle things face-to-face."

"What are you doing?" Paul asked, a pit growing in his stomach as he watched the way she tapped at the screen.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." Melissa mumbled. "Go home, Paul. Take the rest of the night off. Go to your girlfriend's coffee shop. Bring her the flowers. Happy three months, by the way."

"I want to know what you're doing." Paul stated firmly. Melissa looked up at him before starting to laugh.

"Well isn't that just too fucking bad!" Melissa snickered. "Go. Before I call Ken back in and make you go."

"Okay..." Paul relented, getting up. He looked her dead in the eyes. "If PEIP is concerned about the work here, so am I. This isn't over."

"Yes it is, Paul." Melissa sighed. "Have a nice life."

"Life?" Paul blinked, freezing in the doorway.

"Sorry, did I say life?" Melissa chuckled. "I meant night."

"Right..." Paul bit his lip, admittedly uneasy. He tried to walk silently back to his cubicle... but with Ted Spankoffski around, there was no way he was getting out of this unscathed.

"So, did you get fired?" Ted popped up.

"Nope. Everything is fine. Davidson just needed a bit of help with his computer." Paul lied.

"Shit, he told me I'd be able to fix it next time!" Ted grumbled. "Is he giving you a bonus for it?"

"Nope. It was just a favour." Paul sighed.

"Damn... you fucking pushover." Ted snickered.

"Yeah, I get it, I let people walk all over me." Paul rolled his eyes. He picked up the bouquet of flowers from his cubicle, continuing to walk for the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ted furrowed his brows.

"As a thank you, he's letting me off early. So I can surprise Emma." Paul smirked. "We've been dating for three months to the day."

"Yeah you have... give her butt an extra squeeze for me, horndog." Ted teased. Paul blushed.

"Fuck you!" He called back, making his way out the door.

Paul felt something off the minute he stepped outside the CCRP building. Something deep in his bones. He physically shuddered under the weight of it, but... what could he do but keep walking. Yeah... yeah, it was probably just him feeling uneasy after the conversation he'd just had, right? Right... he was okay. Everything was okay. They were probably just gonna put a block on his communications with PEIP. No biggie. He'd survive it. He'd figure out another way to spy, and to get his findings to Xander. Everything was going to be just fine. He was going to be just fine.

He rounded a corner, walking across the street to Beanies. Just as he was about to reach for the door handle he felt a hand cover his mouth and another wrap around his waist, pulling him back. He tried shouting and screaming, but it was muffled. He resisted as much as he possibly could, but this person was stronger than him. Finally, they stopped in an alley, and the hand was removed from his mouth. Paul took a few deep breaths, setting the flowers down and raising his hands in surrender. At about the same time, he felt cool metal pressed to his temple. What a time to be mugged.

"I don't have anything on me to give to you. I used all my cash at lunch. All that's in my wallet is my driver's license." Paul stated levelly. "Believe me. You've got the wrong guy."

"No, Paul... I haven't." An almost identical voice sighed behind him. Paul blinked in confusion. He made a very, very stupid move and turned in the man's arms while his grip was a bit looser. He found himself staring dead in the eyes at... himself. His eyes widened. "You have everything I've ever wanted."

"You..." Paul breathed, before becoming suddenly very aware of the metal on his head. He took a sideways glance, seeing that it was a gun. He had thought it was, just... best to be sure. "Please. Please, you don't have to do this."

"Yes I do. It's either this or the moon, and... I don't want to go to the moon." The other Paul told him, voice shaky. He moved his finger to the trigger, hesitating. "Thank you. For the memories. For giving me the life I'm about to live."

Bang! There was smoke, and then a thud. Paul- the original one- fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. The death was almost instant, just as Paul 23 had predicted that it would be. He'd let go at the right time... and he hadn't gotten any blood on himself. It really had been his day! His cell malfunctioned and opened for him. Then he found the gun just... hanging there on the rack. He was free and armed, and ready to carry out everything he had fantasized about since he was made! It was like the stars had aligned for him! And as a cherry on top... Paul had even brought flowers. If the memories planted in his head were any indication, it was his and Emma's three-month-iversary. These would be absolutely perfect!

He stepped over his lifeless counterpart, rushing to get to the flowers before the puddle of blood forming by Paul's head got to them. he picked up the flowers tenderly, grinning. He took a look one final time at the original Paul, the the flowers. He set the flowers down, picking up Paul and propping him on a dumpster. He pulled out a small chip, slipping it in the appropriate place under his tongue. The finishing touch to his plan. Now... they would think this Paul was him. That he'd managed to erase his tattoo. He tossed the Paul in a CCRP marked dumpster, sighing.

He picked the flowers back up, walking out of the alley. God, this was great! He was about to finally step into the life that was rightly his. His brothers, the other clones, would kill to be him. But of course he wasn't actually going to let them kill him. No, unlike the real Paul, he knew to always be on the lookout. He knew he would never be safe. But for now... was it ever going to be worth it. He walked up to the door at Beanies, walking in. He saw Emma at the counter, and... he couldn't hide his excitement. He beamed, grinning widely. Like a small child. He walked up to her, holding the flowers out for the love of his life.

"Hey, Emma... Happy Three Months!"

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fanfics4all · 4 years

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School Bully

Request: Yes / No 58 with Barry Allen please? Fem!reader The Barry Allen can be angst and fluff as well Anon

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Barry Allen x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2366

Warnings: Getting hurt, I think that’s it

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Prompt(s): “You don’t have to say anything.”

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Team Barry never can catch a break. New meta-humans all the time and since the Flash was still new to the city many people weren’t taking him seriously. It was late at night, Cisco, Caitlin,Dr. Wells and I were all working at the labs.

“Check your math. Your dispersal models don’t correlate.” Caitlin said as her and Cisco came up the elevator.

“Uh, they do if you factor in the seasonal fluctuations in reproduction cycles.” Cisco said.

“What exactly are we debating?” Dr. Wells asked.

“The average number of bugs Barry swallows in a day of running.” Cisco answered as we entered the room.

“Sorry, what?” I asked, turning to face them.

“I look forward to seeing you accept your Nobel.” Dr. Wells said with a sarcastic smile.

“Barry?” Cisco asked worriedly. Barry was laying on the floor and we all rushed over to him.

“Barry? Are you okay?” I asked, getting to him first and kneeling next to him. I gently touched him and he groaned in pain.

“Help me get him up.” Caitlin said and we lifted him up. We laid him on a bad that Caitlin had brought out and she started checking him over.

“Cisco, Y/N, come, let’s give Miss. Snow some space to work.” Dr. Wells said and we followed him out of the room. We all tried to distract ourselves with work, but I couldn’t.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” I asked and Cisco looked up at me with a smirk.

“He’ll be fine Y/N/N, he has speed healing after all.” He said and I bit my lip.

“I know, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll be okay.” I said and he shook his head with a smile.

“You really should just tell him how you feel already.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Please, we all know he’s in love with Iris, he wouldn’t even give me a thought.” I said looking back down at my tablet.

“You never know until you try.” He said.

“Guys, you can come back in now!” Caitlin said and we all walked back in to see her finishing up.

“13 fractures.” She said and I started at Barry in shock.

“That’s a new record, and that’s just in your hand.” She said to him.

“Just? What else is wrong?” I asked.

“He also has a concussion, three cracked ribs, and a bruised spleen.” She answered and my eyes widened.

“Even with his powers, he’ll need a few hours to heal.” She added and Barry nodded.

“What exactly did you hit?” Dr. Wells asked.

“A man. A big, bad man.” Barry answered and I furrowed my brow.

“His skin changed when I hit him. Like, it turned to metal.” He said and my eyes widened again.

“Interesting. A man of steel.” Wells said.

“So you went after a meta-human alone?” Cisco asked, walking up to us.

“Why didn’t you call us, Barry?” I asked.

“I didn’t know what he was. Besides, I was off-duty.” He answered, sitting up.

“Hmm?” Caitlin hummed.

“You’re lucky he didn’t knock out your teeth. Those puppies don’t grow back.” Cisco said and I sent him a glare.

“The strange thing is I feel like I knew him.” Barry said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He said something that was familiar, but he’s gonna hurt someone if we don’t stop him. So how do I fight a guy that’s made of steel?” Barry asked.

“We will find a way. Tonight, you heal.” Wells said.

“Yeah.” He said and everyone went to research.

Barry was fully healed in the morning and went to work like normal. We were all at the lab trying to figure out what we could do about this new meta-human. It was about noon when Barry returned to the lab.

“Hey Barry, get anything from work?” I asked.

“Actually yeah, I know who our new meta-human is.” He answered.

“Really? Who?” I asked.

“He’s the guy that bullied me in school.” He answered and I thought back.

“Wait, do you mean Tony?” I asked, shocked and everyone looked at us.

“That’s the one.” He answered with a sigh.

“So, your childhood nemesis is now an unstoppable meta-human. That is seriously messed up.” Cisco said.

“I had a childhood nemesis. Lexi La Roche. She used to put gum in my hair.” Caitlin said.

“Jake Puckett. If I didn’t let him copy my homework he’d give me a swirly.” Cisco said.

“Now’s not the time guys.” I said.

“Y/N’s right, now that we’ve established that we’re all uber-nerds, what are we gonna do about Tony?” Barry asked.

“Glad you asked.” Cisco said and started moving around the room.

“We’re gonna train you, man.” He said walking into the other room and we followed.

“Karate Kid style. Behold!” He said and moved a screen to reveal a robot he apparently made.

“I call him Girder.” Cisco said proudly.

“For the record, not my idea.” Caitlin said.

“Mine either.” I added.

“Fighting is physics. It’s not about strength. It’s not about size. It’s about energy and power. Channel your speed the right way and you can totally take this bad boy down. Now obviously your Girder is a moving target.” He said and picked up a controller.

“So…” He said and started making the robot move. Barry looked over at Caitlin and me, we smiled nervously.

“I have ice and bandages standing by.” Caitlin said. Barry shook his head and then started trying, but got hit and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

“I’m pretty sure I just dislocated my shoulder.” He said and I sighed.

“Come on Bar, let’s get it back in place.” I said helping him up. I sat him on a nearby table and got ready to put it back in place.

“This is gonna hurt like a bitch, Bar.” I said and he hissed in pain. Before I could do it, his phone rang. He looked at it and groaned.

“Oh speaking of pain. Eddie, hey.” He answered and I knew why he said that now. Iris’s soon to be husband…

“Great, I’ll see you in a sec.” He said and hung up.

“Okay, let’s do this.” He said and laid back down.

“So I’m curious about something, when you said you were off-duty last night, were you visiting Iris again, you know, in disguise?” I asked.

“Because I think it’s reckless and a little creepy.” I said.

“No.” He said clearly lying. I pushed his shoulder back in and he screamed in pain.

“That’s what you get for lying.” I smirked and he shook his head at me.

“I gotta go.” He said and I nodded.

“I’ll be here trying to figure out how to deal with Tony.” I said and he ran off. We’ve been working for three hours now and I decided I needed a coffee break.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna go to Jitters and get some coffee, anyone want anything?” I asked.

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Caitlin said and I smiled.

“Me too!” Cisco said and I nodded.

“Okay, well, I’ll be back!” I called and left. I got to Jitters and ordered my coffee. I was waiting at the counter and my friend was working today.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you, where’s your shadow?” She asked and I looked at her confused.

“What shadow?” I asked.

“Barry, duh, he hasn’t been in all week.” She said and I sighed.

“He’s been busy.” I said and she looked at me sadly.

“With Iris?” She asked.

“Yes and no.” I answered.

“Too bad, you two could make such a cute couple.” She said and handed me my coffee.

“Y/N?” Someone called my name and I looked over to see Tony…

“Long time no see.” He said with a smile and I stared at him shocked.

“I gotta say Y/N, you look amazing.” He said walking closer to me.

“Thanks, Tony.” I said shaking my head. I needed to pretend I didn’t know what he was.

“You too.” I lied.

“Oh yeah, I keep in shape. Got a gym at my place.” He said looking at his arms for a second.

“Been living out in Keystone on the west side, and you should, uh… you should stop by sometime.” He said.

“Right, well I should actually be going now.” I said and tried to walk by him.

“Actually, I came by here to see you.” He said, stopping me.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked.

“I saw you come in and I heard you’re a fan of The Streak. Why do you care about this guy?” He asked.

“He’s a hero.” I answered.

“Yeah? Well I say he’s a coward, and I just happen to know that he took a beating last night and ran off like a little girl. You should think about that.” He said and I sighed.

“Do you have any idea who leather boy is?” He asked, getting closer to me.

“No, and don’t you think you’d have a better chance of finding out by asking Iris these questions?” I asked and he chuckled.

“Iris just writes about him. But you work at S.T.A.R Labs, seems like you would know before her.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“Why? Do you think we track every meta in the city? No, we don’t.” I said.

“Now, if you excuse me I have to get back to work.” I said.

“What time are you off? I could buy you a drink, maybe dinner.” He asked, stopping me again.

“Thanks, Tony, but no thanks.” I said.

“Too bad, no isn’t an option.” He said and grabbed my arm. He pulled me out of the store and grabbed my keys out of my bag. He shoved me into my car and got in the driver’s seat. He started driving and I couldn’t get to my phone. I was trapped with this dickhead.

It was starting to get dark and by the time he stopped the car, the city was covered in darkness. He dragged me out and pulled me into our old school.

“Remember this place, Y/N?” He said and shoved me in front of him.

“So what’s the plan here, Tony? You finally gonna go for that G.E.D.?” I asked and he shoved me to walk.

“You want a plan? How’s this?” He asked and pulled me to him.

“You love The Streak so much? Well now, you’re gonna love me.” He said.

“You just abducted me, Tony. Why the hell would I ever do that?” I asked and he smirked.

“Because The Streak is dead.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Squashed like a little bug by me. Just before I took you.” He said and my eyes widened.

“So if you don’t want the same thing to happen to you, you’re gonna love me and tell Iris to tell the whole world that there’s a new big man on campus. And I’m just getting started.” He shouted, then leaned against the lockers.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Because, I always wanted you in school. But you were always in love with that pipsqueak Barry.” He said grabbing me and pulling me towards him.

“Now, kiss me.” He said and planted his lips on mine. I kissed back, only to distract him and make him loosen his grip on me. I moved my arm and quickly hit the fire alarm. I pulled away and tried to run, but he grabbed me, hard.

“You try anything like that again and I’m gonna leave more than a bruise!” He shouted and pulled me with him. He ripped the fire alarm off the wall and he pulled me along.

“Tony, just turn yourself in before things get worse, please. It’s not too late.” I begged and he laughed.

“Yeah, it is.” He said and pushed me in front of him.

“Cops are already looking for me, so get ready to witness the showdown of a lifetime, ‘cause I’m not letting you go without a fight.” He said and then a gust of wind showed up.

“Good, ‘cause you just found one.” Barry said, his voice changed and I smiled. Tony grabbed me and turned towards him.

“You just won’t stay dead. Come to save your little fan girl?” He asked and I saw Barry’s fists clenched.

“This is between us. Let her go.” Barry said and Tony smirked. He looked at me and kissed my cheek.

“Sorry babe.” He said and threw me into the lockers with such a force.

“Y/N!” Was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

I woke up in one of the S.T.A.R Labs bed, with the worst headache ever. I groaned and looked over to see Barry sitting next to me. I sat up and he looked at me with wide eyes.

“You’re okay!” He said and engulfed me in a huge.

“Besides a horrible headache, yeah.” I laughed.

“I’m sorry, you were in that situation because of me.” He said and I hushed him.

“You don’t have to say anything.” I said and he shook his head.

“It’s my fault you got hurt.” He said and started crying. I looked at him shocked and pulled him into a hug.

“Hey, it’s okay Bar. I’m gonna be fine.” I said and rubbed his back.

“I love you Y/N, I don’t want you in danger, ever.” He said, pulling back and my eyes widened.

“W-What?” I asked and he chuckled.

“I love you Y/N.” He said and gently caressed my cheek.

“I thought you love Iris…” I said.

“I did, but I love her as a sister, but you, you I love more than a friend.” He said and I bit my lip. He leaned down and captured my lip in the perfect kiss. He pulled away and smiled at me.

“Maybe when you’re better, I could take you on a date?” He asked and I giggled.

“I’d love that Bar.” I said and pulled him back for another kiss.

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blu-joons · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: You Suffer From Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS)

Jin:

The two of you sat on your bed once again, the timer on your phone beeping as you leant forwards, picking up the pregnancy test you’d just used. You glanced to Jin, who nodded his head, willing you to turn it over.

“Negative,” you sighed, throwing it on the bed, “we’re never going to get pregnant, are we? We’ve been trying for so long.”

“Don’t be like that,” he tried to encourage you, but deep down he was heartbroken too. “Eventually we’ll get there, it just takes a bit of extra work.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “if it wasn’t for me you’d be able to find a girl who can get pregnant easy, you’d have two, three kids by now rather than waiting for me just to try and get pregnant the one time.”

He sighed, softly kissing the tip of your head. “I don’t want anyone else, I only want you.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave,” you sighed, tears threatening to spill as your voice broke out from your looming sobs.

“I’m staying here always, we’ll get there, I promise.”

Yoongi:

You’d planned out everything, tracking when your last period was and how many missed ones there had been. You were disturbed by Yoongi coming home, throwing himself on the sofa after a long day at the studio.

“What are you doing?” He asked, intrigued by all the charts you’d drawn out, picking one up to have a closer look at it.

“It’s a period tracker. They’re so irregular, I’m trying to see if there is any sort of pattern for the future just to focus on.”

“You mean if we want to have babies?” He asked, to which you nodded. “Baby, pregnancy will happen when it wants to, this is sweet, but we never really know when your periods are, or when they aren’t going to come.”

You sighed, wiping a light tear away. “I wish I didn’t have to do this, but it’s just annoying.”

“I understand,” he whispered, pulling you into his chest, “you can’t blame yourself for any of this, it’s just one of those things.”

“I know, it’s just hard sometimes, that’s all.”

Hoseok:

Glancing in the mirror you couldn’t help but sigh, burying far down in your makeup bag, pulling out your concealer stick. You didn’t know where to start after suffering a particularly bad breakout through the night.

“Bloody hell,” you sighed, trying your best to begin to cover your spots. “This is so embarrassing, stupid spots everywhere.”

“What’s going on?” Hobi asked, waking up after hearing your grumbles. “Jagi, everything alright?” He asked, sliding out of bed.

“I’ve had a really bad breakout, I look so ugly Hobi. Do you think you could help me?” You asked, as he walked over.

“Of course.” He took the concealer stick out of your hand, putting it back in the bag. “There. You don’t need the concealer to still look beautiful to me. How about we have a lazy day in the house so no one will have to see you?” He offered.

A soft smile grew, wrapping your arms around him. “That would be really kind Hobi, are you sure?”

“I am,” he chuckled, “just don’t put your makeup on, spots happen, even if they are frustrating, let them breathe and they’ll clear in the morning.”

“I hope so, I can’t have people seeing me like this.”

Namjoon:

Telling Namjoon about your syndrome was easily one of the hardest things you’d ever done, he was your first boyfriend, and unfortunately for your relationship, it impacted him too, the symptoms of it more often than not made or broke relationships.

“So what exactly does it mean? What’s the impact on your body? Or is there not one. I’ve never heard of it before,” he spoke, interested to find out more.

“It just means I’ve got more follicles in my ovaries, they don’t harm me in any way, there’s just a few other symptoms I get.”

“Like what?” He asked. His eyes were fixated on you, listening closely to every word you spoke as you told him all about it.

“Well, my periods are irregular, my weight can fluctuate sometimes, my acne can flair up sometimes, and I guess the main one is, difficulty getting pregnant.” You couldn’t look at him when you said it in fear.

He nodded, taking your hand across the table. “You’re very brave to have this and be so smiley.”

“I don’t have much of a choice, it can’t be cured as such, just treated, if I don’t smile, what else can I do?”

“I didn’t think I could like you more, until this moment.”

Jimin:

In yourself, you felt like you’d put on a bit of weight. It was something you’d got used to having gained weight often a few times, but when you came home to see Jimin had cooked, you just couldn’t stomach it.

“I’m not hungry,” you smiled, grabbing yourself a drink, despite the food looking, and smelling, amazing. “Sorry Jimin.”

“You’ve been off with me all day, what’s going on jagi? There’s more to this than you’re letting on, I can tell.”

“I’ve just put on a few pounds so I’ve decided to diet,” you admitted, feeling his arms wrap around your waist making you cringe.

“I don’t see where,” he whispered, pecking your cheek. “We’ve been through this before, sometimes you put on a few pounds, but you always lose it, you don’t need to torture yourself about it, you’re still perfect from where I’m standing.”

You looked down as a blush appeared on your cheeks. “Alright, I’ll eat, what have you made?”

“I made a pasta dish, which I know you love, so there’s no excuse not to eat loads of it, because your size doesn’t bother me.”

“It smells amazing, I can’t wait.”

Taehyung:

The extra hairs on your body were something Taehyung taught you to love, rather than hate that they were there, they were a symbol of what you had to go through compared to most other people and the struggles you’d faced.

“Taehyung? What would you think if I looked into medication to manage the hair growth?” You asked one evening whilst glancing at your back in the mirror.

“If that’s what you want to do, I’ll support you, but what’s brought all this on?” He asked, standing by your side.

“I don’t know, one of my friends mentioned a prescribed medication that can help manage it, and I’m tempted to give it a go. I think it will just help with my confidence,” you smiled, looking across at him.

His hand rested on the small of your back, “I say go for it, if it will make you happy.”

“I think it will. I’ve always had to deal with this, it would be nice, just for once to live a bit more normally rather than be ashamed.”

“You’ve always been normal to me jagi.”

Jungkook:

He listened to your every word as you told him about the syndrome, he wanted to know everything, and if there was any way that he could help you, he would. He’d never heard of it until you told him you had it.

“How is it caused? Surely there’s got to be something going on for this to happen?” He asked, struggling to get his head around it all.

“I’ve got high levels of insulin which means I produce more hormones, which also explains the irregular periods, hair growth and much more.” He nodded, keeping his gaze on you, listening closely.

“I’m in awe of you jagi, that’s a lot to have to go through. Did you always have it? Or has it just developed over time.”

“A bit of both,” you informed him, “it runs through families, so there was always a chance, but my symptoms didn’t show until I was about twenty, it’s got a bit worse since then, but I just take each day at a time.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand gently. “In the back of your mind you’ve always thought there was a chance.”

“Exactly,” you smiled, “my mum used to always warn me about it when I was a little so I was prepared, which is why I think I cope so well.”

“You cope amazingly well, I would never have known if you hadn’t of told me.”

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angst-king · 4 years

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the monthly suffering

(Trans kirishima x bakugou..also this involves perverted Mineta and Kiri dealing with the pain of having functioning ovaries)

Kirishima was pushing Bakugou out the door. "go babe, I'll be fine I promise." "you were throwing up twenty minutes ago red" Bakugou protested, Kirishima sighed. "I can take care of myself, now go out and try and have fun." Bakugou grumbled and kissed his forehead "call me if you need anything okay, and you should probably take off your binder because I heard its not good to wear it while...you're on." Kirishima nods, standing on his toes he kisses his forehead. "I will I will, now go out and have fun." He finally got Bakugou to leave with one more 'I love you Red', and now Kirishima was all alone. He went back into his room, and grabbed some comfy clothes. Kirishima was on his period, the awful part of being a trans boy without bottom surgery and the poor boy was suffering. His stomach was cramping pretty bad earlier which was why he threw up, he could feel his ovaries and he didn't want to. Grabbing a soft sports bra, comfy light sweat pants, he had to grab a pair of loose fitting panties because he couldn't wear just his boxers while he was in his time of suffering. He'd just wear loose fitting panties and then loose fitting boxers, just to give himself a little bit of a masculine feeling. Taking them to the bathroom, he goes to take a shower. Undoing his binder, Eijirou turned on the shower water while continuing to undress. When the binder was off he huffed and took a deep breath, knowing his upper back would be feeling sore soon so might as well enjoy this peace for now. Getting into the shower when he was ready, Kirishima washed himself up. The hot water felt great, his body temperature fluctuated when he had to deal with this. So sometimes he'd go from cold to hot very quickly. Though the water was good he knew that standing like this would make his back hurt as well as his feet. He really needed to figure out how to make his entire body comfy but as long as he could get just a little comfort he was okay. Letting the water drench through his hair that went down with ease and laid down onto his face. When he was able to get out of the shower, he could feel the soreness and cramps coming back, he needed to take his pain medicine soon if he was gonna survive this with out crying too much. So he got dressed, putting on his underwear after putting on a pad with it, pulling up the sweats. He was happy that the waist band didn't put any pressure on his abdomen. He then put on the sports bra, Kiri didn't feel like wearing a shirt, he's alone right so why should he? He didn't feel like blow drying his hair so he just used a towel and brushed it out. When he was ready he left the bathroom and went into his dorm. Putting his other clothes into his hamper he grabbed his phone and went to the elevator. Getting down stairs the red haired male goes into the common room, his bare feet pitter patter against the hard wood as he went into the kitchen. Pushing his bangs out of his face, he goes into the pantry, because he couldn't decide on which craving to satisfy. He wanted sweets like chocolate but he also wanted something salty like overly buttery salty popcorn. He couldn't find any soda or pop corn but in the fridge he did find a medium sized bowl of chocolate pudding that a certain student who loved to bake, made. Grabbing the bowl he could help but lick his lips at the chilled bowl, he went and got a spoon. Taking off the plastic wrapping kirishima took a spoonful and soon put it into his mouth, oh yes this was delicious! It was cold but his body still ran a little hotter than usual so this was great. He softly bounced on his tip toes as he started eating out of the bowl. Pacing lightly Kirishima was in his own world as he devoured the bowl. All he knew was he was alone in heaven, well actually he wasn't alone at all. The girls were still here, they were just hanging out in momo's room and were coming down the stairs to the common room to have a girl's night. When they arrived what they saw was a mop of red hair in a sports bra and sweat pants who was this girl? The girls didn't seem to recognize their sunshine peer, well all except for Mina who noticed it was him when she saw how tall the 'girl' was. "k-Kirishima?" Hearing this they froze in their tracks and dropped the almost empty bowl which felt on his foot making him jump and yelp in pain. "Ouch!" The girls approached looking very perplexed at him. "w-wait Kiri?!" Kirishima looked up and immediately covered himself and tried to hide. Mina hurried over "Its okay kiri sorry we scared you" Kirishima still covered himself when Mina came over. He couldn't look her in the eyes, he was already feeling dysphoric and shy. "Here why don't we clean this up, are you okay it looked like it hurt?" Mina asked seeing some of the pudding on the floor, Kirishima nods quietly and goes to get towels, limping softly to get paper towels. Mina helped him clean up, it was hard to kneel down on the floor because of his stomach and back hurting so he was happy to have the help. "There we go" Standing back up Kirishima noticed the girl's staring at him. "u-uhmm" Mina looked back at the girls "don't stare at him please." She requested Hakagure finally spoke since the girls were silence. U-Um Kiri a-are you a girl?" Kirishima felt like disappearing, hiding, anything to keep him from being seen hoping their reactions wouldn't be harsh. Mina answered for him. "Kirishima is a transgender male, he likes to present as male despite his biologically female body parts. He feels male on the inside versuses his female outsides." They all seem to have a look of understanding on their faces Jirou was next to question him. "So why didn't you go with the boys then, usually you're with Bakugou all the time?" Kirishima nods and speaks up for himself still keeping his chest covered with his arms, even with the bra on he felt exposed. "i-i..I um.." It felt so weird to say it even if its in front of a bunch of girls who most likely get their monthly torture time. "I'm on my period" Suddenly the room's mood changed to sympathy, their eyes turned soft and warm. Mina gently rubbed his back and cooed, "Aaw Kiri why didn't you text me?" Kiri muttered about how it was embarrassing. Jirou came back into the conversation to try and make the boy feel better. "Kirishima, no need to be embarrassed around a bunch of girls. Most of us have to deal with our periods too, I know it sucks even more for you because you probably feel all yucky about it. You don't need to cover yourself, it should be us girls and you." "yeah you're not the only one who walks around dressed like that around the dorms" Kendou smiles which seemed to cheer the male up a little, he slowly let go of himself. "th-thanks girls, y-you're really nice." He earned a bunch of giggles when he blushed and and smiles. "Plus you're not the only one on their period right now ya know." Mina mentioned while ruffling his head, which made him whine and rubbed his temples. She with drew her hand feeling that his hair was still very damp. "Kiri hun why is your hair still wet?" Kirishima shrugged. "I don't feel like doing anything with it." "that's understandable, why don't you join us, we're gonna just hang out in the common room anyway, Kiri?" Suggested Nejire, Kiri couldn't say no to the blue haired girl plus the girls were nice and it wouldn't be so bad right. "Okay sure" Sitting on the floor or couches the girl squad and Kirishima, were having a pretty good time. Talking about movies they liked, hobbies and such. While listening to kendou talk Mina was brushing Kirishima's hair out so it wasn't so wet despite his towel drying method. It was a good distraction from the pain that had turned mild after a little bit, though now the pain was starting to get worse. His back ached while his stomach and pelvic area cramped painfully, his head started hurting. His toes curled as he squirmed lightly trying to get comfortable. Some of the girls noticed hearing him whimper softly. "you okay Kiri?" Asked Kendou, Kiri grunts and bites his lip. "C-cramps, e-every thing hurts bad." "Ooh, what do you usually do for the pain bud?" someone asked, Kirishima shrugged while rubbing his temples. "Have you ever used a heating pad or hot water bottle? It usually helps most people with cramps." Kirishima looked up and replied "A what? U-Usually Bakugou will just use a small part of his quirk which warms up his hands and he'll put it on my stomach, it helps a bit." "Aaw that's so sweet of him~" Momo cooed sweetly, Mina gently pats Kirishima on the head who nods in agreement. "Y-yeah, he'll cuddle and rub my stomach sometimes get me stuff from the store if I ask him to." "Omg that is so sweet, I had no idea the loud Pomeranian could be so nice." Smiled Uraraka "Kero yeah though Kirishima must've brought out his soft spot kero." joined Tsu, Kirishima chuckled a little while wincing and whining. Kirishima paled a little feeling nauseous, he then curled up against Mina who frowned and rubbed his back. "Cramps?" "f-feel sick" It was only a minute before Kirishima felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up a little to see Momo handing him a soft seltzer drink. "It should help settle your stomach" Gratefully taking the pop can, Kiri sipped on it with a small 'thank you'. It did help feeling the carbonation bubbling in his aching stomach and it did dull the pain a small bit. Mina continued to rub small circles into his back. She did manage to tie up some of his hair into a small ponytail so it wouldn't be in Eijirou's face. The girls and Kirishima continued to talk and were now watching videos. In the middle of it, Kirishima excused himself to go and change out his pad. He got that icky feeling that meant he needed to do that also he needed to pee anyway. Walking to the bathroom he took off all three bottom pieces, and did his business. Washing his hands he had the sudden craving again for something salty and he was hungry anyway. So when he came back he offered to get and make snacks for the girls and himself. "hey Kiri do we have any more popcorn?" Inquired Mina "not in the main pantry no" Momo just decided to make a box of pop corn with all the separate packets inside. He put four bags, one in each microwave. Since the kitchen was big, there were multiple appliances for a large amount of students to use. He'd given the girls their bags that they'd share since he knew no one would want to eat his popcorn that he planned on loading with salt and butter. As he made his bag, Mineta decided to come down, the girls hadn't noticed since he'd came down quietly. He'd been spying on them for sometime now but when he saw Kiri from behind. Much like his classmates before, the grape boy couldn't recognize Eijirou as Eijirou. He drooled at the what he was seeing. Kirishima was quite busty for a trans male, and he was bench over watching his popcorn cook. Mineta creeped closer and closer until the midget was just close enough to grab onto both the sweat pants and boxers and pulled them down revealing Kirishima's orange panties. Kirishima shrieks in terror when he was pants turning around and stumbling out of his pants to get away from Mineta who tried to him again. The girls hear this and immediately race over, they all screamed as well. Kirishima kept using his foot to keep Mineta away the best he could, the girls tried to help but bloody hell Mineta was relentless. "How could you keep this goddess away from me she's so hot with such beautiful breast." Kirishima was screaming like a spider was on him forgetting about his painful cramps and tried to pull off Mineta. With the girls's luck the door opened and in came the boys. "We're back~!" Called out Kaminari with a gleeful smile as the boys walked in Bakugou had a bag of goodies for Kirishima since he knew his boyfriend felt awful. Though hearing and seeing the girls hitting something with a broom the boys got confused. "the hecks going on?" Questioned Kaminari then Kirishima growls "get your filthy fucking hands off me you perveted midget!" the turned to see the horrible scene of the girls hitting Mineta with a broom who was holding onto Kirishima's breast and pushing his face in for cover. "oh god someone get him off he's putting his mouth on me eeew!" Exclaimed the red head recognizing the voice Kaminari pulled Bakugou and Aizawa over. They were pretty horrified, "someone fucking help me!" as quickly as possible Aizawa used his scarf to tie up Mineta and pull him off. Which gave Mina, Bakugou, and Kaminari the chance to rush to their friend. Sitting up was a petrified Eijirou Kirishima who was crying and holding his stomach. "hey hey hey babe, its okay now, grape fucker is gone now." Kirishima still kept crying and just held onto Bakugou who wraps his arms around his boyfriend. "Baby where are your pants?" Bakugou knew his lover wouldn't walk around with out his pants even if Mineta wasn't around. Asui came over holding his sweat pants and boxers holding them out to Bakugou. "H-he p-pants m-m-me" Stammered out Eijirou who cried into Bakugou's strong comforting chest. Bakugou was ready to commit murder but right now he needed to focus on his crying love. The blond took his pants from Asui with a look that said 'Thank you' with out him saying it. "I'm taking him back up stairs" Bakugou states while picking up Kirishima bridal style, the boy sniffled softly while Aizawa nods. "If he needs to go to recovery girl please let me know. I will be handling Mineta" The raven haired teacher glared down at his captured student who was still drooling over his small taste of his own desires. Bakugou takes Kirishima into the elevator then to his dorm. When in Kirishima's dorm, Bakugou set him on the bed. "I'll take a shower with you okay" Kirishima only nods, he felt disgusting feeling sick to his stomach again, not just from the pain but from what had just happened to him. Grabbing some fresh clothes from both dorms, Bakugou took Kirishima to the bathroom to shower. While undressing Kirishima couldn't help but feel as if he'd been violated but didn't know whether he was being hormonal and dramatic. He held his arms over his chest to cover himself from Bakugou, who sensed his partner's distress. Taking him into the hot sauna of a shower Bakugou pulled him into a deep, melting kiss. Kirishima shyly kissed back which made Bakugou happy. "I'm sorry that fucking parasite waste of space did that to you, but I'm here now.." Kirishima whimpered softly "I-I feel so violated, I feel like a girl, the way he spoke about my body doing so i-..I feel sick." Bakugou brought Kirishima into a hug which lead to him crying more while Bakugou gave him soothing loving back rubs and whispered soft caring words. "You're not a girl, you're a handsome, sexy boy. You're strong and manly nothing will change that I promise." It took a bit before they got out of the bathroom, lots of back rubs, temple kisses, and a bit of Bakugou almost getting thrown up on. Kirishima was still in a sports bra and sweats before leaving the bathroom Bakugou answered his phone to Mina. "what is it pinky?" "yo there's a bag of stuff you left down stairs, also Kirishima's popcorn is burnt I made him a new bag. want me to bring it up or are you coming back down?" "tch I'll come down to fucking get it." Kirishima looked confused but Bakugou then answered his curious boyfriend. "I've got somethings for you that I'd left down stairs. Why don't you go and get comfortable I'll be up in a minute." Eijirou nods and heads into his room, sitting on the bed, sighing and trying to relax and ignore his on going cramps. Down stairs Bakugou fixed up kiri's bag of popcorn the way he knew the other liked it, even if it did seem like diabetes in a bag. He put a Gatorade in the fridge after putting Eijirou's name on it using a sticky note and marker. Then using their coffee maker to make hot chocolate and put it into a thermos, he made sure Denki didn't steal Eijirou's pringles like the last time. Kaminari came up and sat on the counter watching the ash blond. "How's he doing, he seemed pretty scared earlier?" "tch, he's fucking fine dunce face, just dealing with things" It wasn't hard for Denki to know what Bakugou meant by 'Things' so he didn't have to ask too much about it. "why does he like salty popcorn so much?" "I don't fucking know, he craves salty stuff." Bakugou shrugged, when he was ready he grabbed everything and headed back up to Kirishima's dorm once again. Getting to his room, he sees Eijirou shakily clutching his stomach, Katsuki couldn't help but feel bad for his boyfriend who seemed to be in a great deal of pain. "Hey Ei I've got some stuff that might help you feel better." Climbing onto the bed, Bakugou sets all the items down on the dresser. Gingerly pulling Eijirou into his taller frame, a soft groan slips from Eijirou's soft lips. "I know you don't feel good babe, just try and relax." Katsuki's voice was gentle and quiet, it held a warm caring tone that seemed to help Eijirou who sighed into him. "First things first, I've got snacks, chips, your pop corn, there's a Gatorade in the fridge and I made you hot chocolate. though you should drink this protein shake just so you can take your pills because pop corn isn't solid food." Katsuki grabbed a vanilla flavored protein shake, opened it and gave it to Kirishima, who sips on it for a while before taking his pain medicine. Moving onto the popcorn, Kirishima put some into his mouth before looking like he'd entered heaven again. "yummy~" Bakugou honestly didn't know how his boyfriend could eat something so salty, but he never questioned it. Kirishima ate through his Pop corn and drank his hot chocolate to distract himself from the pain. Still quietly whining and whimpering, Bakugou then whispered to the other knowing he had a head ache. "want me to do the thing again?" Kirishima knew what Bakugou meant and nodded, so now Bakugou warmed up his right hand like a heating pad and pressed it on Kirishima's stomach. Kirishima softly trailed it down to where his burning ovaries, sighing in content which meant it was helping. "Thank you Katsu" Bakugou gave his cheek a kiss "no problem Ei" Kirishima ended up asleep not long afterwards.

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littlemessyjessi · 5 years

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“Back to Break”: Thor Odinson Imagine

Thor Imagine Endgame Thor also known as my precious Asgardian King who I share adore and worship forever and also leave him alone because he's perfect. *rant over...maybe* Thor x Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader and Thor’s new bod, Yas King!

Imagine giving Thor tummy kisses....

Since the beginning of your relationship, Thor had always been bigger than you.

Just always.

It's never mattered what your weight was.

If it fluctuated or not.

He was just a big dude and he always had this massive presence to him.

Now, for most of the time that you knew him, he'd been very cut and trim which you know- whatever.

Sure, he was sexy and had a certain look to him that was deemed desirable by the public.

But Thor was sexy in any way or form because he was Thor.

You've wanted to fuck him when he was passed out on the couch and drool sliding down his chin.

You've wanted to fuck him when he got kicked off a building into a pit of mud.

It's Thor.

So with all the weight gain, you never even stopped to question your attraction to him.

Because that didn't change.

You adored him in all forms...and to be honest, there was more to love.

And you were fucking into it.

Now, you understood what it was like to question your body- as most people do.

Regardless of whether or not they want to admit it- most people struggle with SOMETHING.

And certainly if you happen to be plus sized.

Additionally, he'd gone through a lot in the past few years.

Even before the snap, Thor lost so much in such a small amount of time.

He was severely depressed and anxious and constantly dealing with past trauma.

Did that mean he was a mindless zombie?

Well, of course not- but it did call for space sometimes and you tried to respect that.

You got it.

So when one day you noticed him glancing at you a certain way- you took it as your opportunity.

Knowing him the way that you did- you could tell whether he was into it or not and lately- he just hadn't been.

But when you saw him staring past the television at you with a certain look about it.... you fucking attacked.

Honestly, you just internally celebrated because you felt like maybe now was your chance.

You'd never attack.

Well, ok maybe you would but that's not the point.

To begin with, you acted like you hadn't seen it - even though you had and you kept busying yourself with whatever you were doing.

The next time you decided to be a bit more deliberate as you made your way into the living area.

You leaned over him to open the window and felt his hand subconsciously come up to support your stomach to keep you from falling.

The touch made you look down to see his brown and blue eyes already staring at you.

In a moment, he dropped his hand and looked away making you furrow your brows.

"Thor?" you questioned.

"Sorry." he said with a shrug and you watched as he began to put on a brave face. "I wasn't trying to push it. I just didn't want you to fall."

"What do you mean?" you asked, brows drawing together.

"I didn't want you to lose your balance so I was just-" he rambled.

"No, babe. I got that. I just meant- what do you mean...push it?" you asked and then something dawned on you. "Thor, do you think I don't want you to touch me?"

The way he avoided your eyes told you everything.

Caution be damned.

You climbed into his lap immediately, startling him.

Your soft belly pressed against his and your own wonderfully soft body rested so perfectly on his larger thighs.

They were still the big, muscular legs you knew but now a layer of soft padding made it even softer.

A perfect seat.

You grabbed his face and turned to look at him.

"Thor, listen to me." you said. "I ALWAYS want you. Always."

"You've been distant..." he said.

"Only because I didn't want to cause YOU any stress." you said with a shake of your head. "Babe, you've been through a lot. That snap had nothing to do with you even though I know that's what you tell yourself. But you had a lot on your shoulders BEFORE all that. I'm here for you no matter what but I've been trying to give you space and not smother you as well."

His large hands had founds their place on your soft hips immediately and you could feel him squeezing the soft, pliable flesh there.

His bottom lip trembled a bit and you could see his mismatched eyes watering.

"I thought...I thought- " he started. "I thought you didn't want me anymore. Like this, I mean."

"Because you've gained weight?" you asked and he nodded as his chin dropped sending his long hair into his face.

He was hiding from you and so you pushed it back as your hand found his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

When you broke, the both of you were breathless.

"Thor, I love you- forever and more and more every day. That's what I want you to remember first." you said not letting him get far from you. "Second, I am so attracted to you it's a constant battle not to want to ride you like a mechanic bull."

He nearly choked on his own spit and he cleared his throat to try and recover from it.

You giggled, "I've always been attracted to you. I was attracted to you the moment I met you. And if you'll remember correctly, I didn't even see you for about a month. We literally talked on the phone because Steve's a loser and he won't text me."

He laughed at the memories.

He was still somewhat fresh to Earth and you'd taken a quick friendship to Steve...and was appalled that he wouldn't text you.

Thor had caught on rather quickly.

"And then you sent me a picture one day on accident." You reminded him. "It was 100 % an up the nose shot and you even had a boogey. But I would've smashed right then. And I had no concept of the rest of you at that point. "

"You sent me one back and you made yourself look like a monkey." he laughed. "I thought you were the sweetest thing I'd ever seen in my life."

"See." you reminded him. "Now, if I wanted to smash an up the nose shot of you with a booger in the cave, do you really think that I wouldn't want you now?"

He was smiling a bit now which you loved more than anything.

"And if you'd like to know the absolute truth about it." you said leaning back and getting a bit more comfortable. "I'm actually very much into the fact that you're even more bigger than me now. We've discussed this before. I've always like that you can just toss my ass around like it's nothing even though we both know I'm PLENTY. And now you're even bigger than me. You're still strong as hell and now you're squishy too. I'm way into it."

He stared you at in a way that almost made you squirm.

"It's been a constant thing to remind myself to not just be on you all the time while you're going through this. We both know I'm a sex craved demon, Thor." you said half joking, but both of ya'll knowing you were kinda serious.

You slid off his lap and his breath hitched as you came in for another kiss.

They migrated over his jaw and down his neck as you pulled his shirt up before your sinful lips left marks over his strong chest.

He was just as strong as ever but now, there was this softness to him that drove you wild.

Every inch of this new soft stomach was adorned with hot open mouth kisses and he nearly lost his mind at the feeling of it all.

He grabbed you and quickly swapped places and thrust you back into the couch as he got to his feet.

You bit your lip at the sight of seeing him stand over you like that.

You were no stranger to his position but now....it was so much better.

"Is this what you want?" he asked finally shedding the shirt and standing before you in his loose fitting pants.

You nodded as the cheshire cat grin stretched over your face.

He chuckled as he looked down at you.

His perfectly plump little goddess staring up at him with adoration.

He wondered how he could have ever doubted you?

"Well come on then." he said, a familiar spark in his eyes as he held his arms out.

You jumped into his arms without hesistation.

It was one of your many favorite things about Thor.

He could always carry you like it was nothing.

Your legs wrapped around him and his soft belly pressed into yours and you damn near purred.

"I really like this." you told him motioned to your stomachs pressed against each other. "You're so soft."

"Do you finally understand what I've been telling you since we met?" he asked walking you both towards the bed.

"Yes." you said. "Do you?"

He laid you down gently and smiled at you softly, "Yes, my Queen. Thank you."

And then, he fucking smirked as his hand drew back and he popped you right on the ass.

"Now, bend over." he said. "I've got to catch up on a few things."

You grinned at him wickedly as you felt his lips on your thigh and kicked him away.

"You can eat this cake later." you said. "Right now, you got a back to break."

His fingers dug into your ample hips and the sound of skin on skin was all but music to your ears.

Apparently ya boy was hungry...and he was just getting started.

Heeeeey, smoochies! So we saucy up in here but damn boo, I like me a juicy, thick and delicious Thor, ya know.

Anyway, I hope you liked it and I want to you know that I am fully open to requests for Thor. Especially Endgame Thor. Yes, juicy King. Break this back anyway you want.

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angelfire115 · 4 years

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The One who fell

It was a normal day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing. On days like these, people like Alice, should be out in the sunshine. She wasn't much for society, just a a girl starting a new life. She started her first job in a few days, had an apartment and a loving cat named Cheeky. Her parents had prepared her for this day since she was 15 and she was so excited for it as well.

She left her home and walked herself to the stores, it may have been sunny but it was slightly windy too, which made walking a breeze (pun intended). On her way she passed some very unexpected and sketchy people. They all wore black cloaks and held strange items, for example, one of them had a staff with a skull on the end. She decided to ignore them and not judge their way of clothing, everyone was different after all.

As she made it to the stores and open the door, she was greeted by cool air con and an old man who stood behind the counter, saying his hellos and giving her a wave. She resipicated the kind gesture and moved to the items of the store. She grabbed, milk, eggs, chocolate bars, some chips and some meat and veggies for dinner. Once she was done, she made her way out, paying her items and saying goodbye as she went outside, back into the hot sun.

She looked to the sky, squinting her eyes from the light. She was happy and content with everything but she had a feeling deep in her gut that it would make it better if something exciting happened. When she walked back she noticed the suspicious party was gone. She did wonder what they were up to but the thought left her pretty quickly. It wasn't any of her business,although, if she saw them again, she would kindly ask, she was curious after all.

As she passed the spot where she saw them, a sudden scream came from behind a building. It caught her attention and she decided to inspect. She rounded a corner, pulling out her phone just in case she needed to call the police. Behind the building were assortments of items that looked like the ones those people were carrying. And in the middle of it was a drawing of a pentagram. Alice: "What is this? What were they doing?".

She walked forward to see more closer to the drawings and items. A sudden clang of noise and voices were heard from behind her. She turned and backed away, scared it was the group, scared what they could do to her. As she backed away stepping onto the drawing, it lit up like a spot light, blinding her. Forcing her to drop her phone. A sudden burst off flames came up from the drawing engulfing her.

She thought this was the end, the end for her. But as quickly as that thought came, she noticed the flames didn't burn her, they didnt hurt one bit. She felt like she was being carried quickly down, down, down, down into the earth. She thought she'd reach the other side of the earth at this point. Out of the blue, the flames stopped and instead she was falling. As she fell and screamed, she saw a city under her. A city of bright lights and busy streets.

Her attention was caught away as she noticed the floor becoming more and more closer to her. Was this the end then? Death from falling? She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for her fate. She landed flat on the ground but even from an enormous height, she only felt like she fell from a tree or a sort high place, not from like a twenty roomed high building. As she got up, bruised and battered but otherwise alright state, she looked around, wondering where she was.

She was in some dark alleyway, no one was around, she walked around trying to clear her thoughts and tried to forget the pain she was in. She saw the end of the alleyway and made her way there, she peeked her head around the corner, she heard voices. When she looked, she had a huge shock. She saw the people talking but, they weren't human, they looked like creatures and mixtures of animals and more. They talked and walked and acted like normal people but they looked beyond human. She quickly threw herself back and onto the wall near her, calming herself she looked to the sky. The sky was pitch black but there was a giant pentagram in the sky. It looked exaclty like the one those people drew on the ground.

She decided to walk herself in the opposite direction of other two who seemed to not notice her. As she continued her walk, she got to see the city more. The stores were odd and innapropriate, signs that said death, drugs and more unexpected things. The stores equally innapropriate and shocking. She'd never think she'd see such things this public, where was she?

She heard more voices nearby that got louder. Not wanting to know what these beings would do to her, she bolted away, running into another alleyway that was also dark. Maybe if she went into there, no one could see her or at least run into her. She did pass some creature people but they were either very old or asleep. She held her arms, trying to comfort herself. When she continued, she heard strange squishing and munching sounds, sounds she didn't like. But she was too curious to ignore it.

She peeked around the corner, horrified over what she saw. A tall red man stood over piles of bodies, it seems he was munching something and most definitely, it was the people he killed. Her eyes started to tear up, the sight was terrifying but she couldn't look away. She turned to see someone moving, his arms reaching out and his face screaming "I need help". Her heart dropped,seeing him like that, no matter what he looked like, he was still a living person.

She decided to help, she snuck to him as quietly as he could, looking at the tall man from time to time just incase he noticed. She reached for his arms and gently moved some body parts of other people who were on top of him. The person looked like an old man mixed with a beetle bug she would see in her yard, she liked those beetles. She pulled his arm around her head to support him with her shoulders. She lifted him up and they slowly and quietly made their way out of the area.

???: "And where do you think you're taking him?" A static voice that sounded like it was coming from a radio spoke from behind, she froze, her heart stopped, she didn't want to turn, she wanted to run but she knew the old man couldn't. What could she do? Before a thing was done, a sound of splatterd liquid, the sound of the old man screaming and his breath leaving him, the feeling of blood, covered her sides and face and seeing the old man drop to the floor in a pool of red.

He was gone, dead, he didn't move or make a sound. She stared at his lifeless body as the pool turned to a river, as the red poured down a nearby drain. She slowly turned and jumped back as the creatures face was right next to hers. She dropped to the ground and looked up. The man was tall, covered in blood but she could see he wore a suit, his hair was red, he had a cane with what looked like a microphine at the end and his face. It wore a large sickly smile that gleamed in yellow sharp teeth, his eyes were large and red as well and she could slightly see a monocle on his right eye.

He leaned down to get a better look of her, he hummed in a curious way. His staticy voice and demeanour was down right terrifying. She kept herself still for the moment but she badly wanted to run. ???: "So my dear, how did someone like you end up in place like this?". How was she supposed to answer that question? She didnt even know what "place" she was in.

Alice: "U-um I-I dont know w-what place this is exactly?". The man perked up from this, it caught his attention. ??: "Well this is hell my dear, every person from above that commits a terrible sin ends up in the world that punishes them for it". This surprised her more, hell? HELL?? She was in hell?? But how?? Why?? What??. So many questions and thoughts ran through her mind as her anxiety and fears rose from its depths. Tears started slowly flowing from her eyes, she was in hell, no wonder everything was so, strange and inappropriate and bad. This was a place where bad people went and she was there.

The man watched her sob, his eyes lowered as his smile widened. ??: "now my dear, I'll ask you again". His looks became darker as his smile widened more and his eyes fluctuating with red as symbols appeared around his body. An instensity building in the air, sending signs to her body to run. ??: "How did you end up here?". His eyes and body went static as the symbols grew, his voice dark, his posture intimidating.

This was too much, within seconds she got up and ran, ran as fast as she could, down the alley as far as she could. She turned to see his devilish smile plastered on his face in amusement. She ran faster into a full sprint, out into the streets, running past people and creatures of all shapes and sizes. They stared and watched her speedy pace. It looked like she'd never stop running until *BAM* she ran into something or someone. She tried to clear her head as it spinned uncontrollably. When she got to her senses she looked to what she ran into.

It was a person, they were on the ground as well, also trying to process the situation. She shot up, feeling really bad about it. She stood up immediately to try and help the person. Alice: "I am so sorry, I am so so sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going and I-". The person shot a glare up to her, he was a strange but unusually attractive person. He had strange hair but was covered all over in white and pink fur. He had a sharp smile with one gold tooth, his eyes were strange as well, one was black where the white should be and a pink pupil. What was also strange was he had 4 arms from what she could see.

??: "Well maybe you should watch where you going?! Crazy chick". He held his head, he must of hit it. She felt really bad and looked down with a sad look. Alice: "I'm really sorry". The person looked to her with a bit of a surprise, seeing her sincere face that was written in regret caught him off guard. ??: " Yeah, whatever". He said it in a low way while continuing to rub his head.

Alice: "Do you need help up? I can give you a hand, its the least i can do for knocking you down". The person stared at her confused, which made her confused. ??: "Eh, its fine i got it". With the help of the car beside him, he got himself up. He was a lot taller then expected and looked very feminine. If it wasn't for his voice, she would've thought he was a woman, maybe he was a transgender? She didn't know. He looked at her up and down, taking in her strange look.

He tilted his head in confusion but quickly got rid of it. ??: "So why in such a hurry toots?". She then remembered her terrifying encounter with that person and her fears came back. She looked around hoping not to see him, she didn't but she didn't want to stick around to find out. Alice: "I just was, running away from something terrifying". She held her arms as she shook from the memory. ??: "Is that why you're covered in blood?". He looked casually at the blood stains which she looked at as well, the memory of the old beetle man replayed in her mind which sent shivers down her spine.

Alice: "Y-yes, I'm gonna go now, again, really sorry for running into you, h-have a nice day". The stranger watched her walk away, still looking like she'll collapse from exhaustion or something. He really wanted to walk away from the situation but an annoying itch inside him etched the situation. ??: "Uuugh, wait there toots". Alice stopped in her tracks and looked to the person. ??: "Come here".

As he said that, he pointed to her then to his side, his lowers arms crossed as he leans against the car. Alice slowly approached him, wonderimg what he wanted. He stepped away from the car door and opened it. ??: "Get in". He directed her to get into the car, she stopped in surpsise, why did she want him to get in? Alice: "Um, why?". He rolled his eyes at her question. ??: "Just get in before I change my mind". She stepped towards the door but stopped at the entrance. Alice: "Is this your car?". He looked away, hesistant to answer.

??: "Uuuh, yeah its mine". She wasn't convinced but she'd rather be anywhere but out in the open, she entered in. When she was in he closed the door. When she looked around, she relised the car was a lot bigger then expected, like a limousine. Quite a fancy car with interesting patterns, it was quite eye catching and she sort of liked it.

As time went by and Alice waited in the car on her own, one of the doors on the other side opened. Alice expected the person she met before to come in but instead was met with two girls she's never seen before. They were deep in a conversation together which Alice dared not interrupt as they didn't notice her at all. The girl to her right looked very human, even if she could see some fangs while she talked, she was more pale then an average person but she had red spots on her cheeks, the edge of her eyes were thick with what Alice guessed was eyeliner which looked really good on her. She wore a pink suit and had beautiful golden hair. The other girl was darker skinned, maybe foreign? She didn't want to assume. She wore a short dress with knee high boots, had long white hair that covered one of her eyes that seemed to have an X on it and a cute large bowtie on the back of her hair.

These two girls have been the closest to looking like humans since she's gotten here, wonder if they could be friends. ??: "He's not gonna agree, you see how he acted and looked when you told him about it, He's probably going to prattle on to his rich friends how stupid we were". ??: "Come one Vaggie, we can't lose hope, you never know, he might change his mind, uh what do you think about it Angel?". They straight away looked to Alice who they might have thought was this Angel.

Alice jumped when they noticed her, they looked to her eyes wide and confused why some random person was in their car. ??: "Um, who are you?". The golden hair girl asked her nicely as the other one, from what she learned her name is Vaggie, got up into a defensive position, summoning a spear from nowhere. Vaggie: "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU HERE?!!!". She pointed the spear directly into Alices' face which scared her into backing as far as she could and holding her hands up. She was scared again, this girl did seem hostile while the other was calm but she didn't think this hostile.

??: "Vaggie wait, calm down, look she's scared now". Vaggie glared at Alice with distrustful eyes which made Alice flinch. After a few seconds she lowered her spear but still stared daggers into her. The other kind girl sat her down and looked to Alice, her eyes spelling out apologise. ??: "Sorry about that, we just didn't expect someone else here besides our friend, um, I'm Charlie if you didnt know, its nice to meet you". She held out her hand for a handshake which Alice accepted, her kindness made her relaxed.

Alice: "I'm really sorry about this, I accidentally ran into someone outside, I apologized and we started talking and I needed to leave but he let me into this car which he said was his but I doubt it was although it was better then out there". Charlie looked to Alice confused while Vaggie relaxed but was still cranky for some reason. Charlie: "Why is that?". The memory of that moment resurfaced and her fears returned, her shaking started again as she also started to tear up. Meanwhile Vaggie noticed something and pointed it out to Charlie.

Charlie rushed to Alices' side, holding her hand and rubbing her back. Charlie: "Hey hey, its ok, its ok, calm down, you're ok". Charlies soft voice, gentle smile and therapeutic massaging calmed Alice down, her shaking stopped and she wiped her tears. Alice: "I'm sorry, something horrible happened and I just". She sniffled and her voice shaked as she talked, she tried to suppress it as hard as she could that worked for the most part.

Charlie gently squeezed her hand, even Vaggie came over to comfort her, probably trusting her more and more as time went. After a few minutes of silence between them as they all huddled into comforting her. She stopped her sniffles and tears and her shaky breathing and voice calmed a lot more. Charlie continued her rubbing as Vaggie placed her hand on her shoulder. Charlie: "Its ok, whatever happened is over now, you'll be ok". Alice smiled to Charlie, she was happy she met her and Vaggie, they both eased her fears and anxieties pretty well.

Charlie looked to the red stains on her body, concern covered her face. Charlie: "Are you injured at all? Because theres a lot of" Charlie pointed to the blood that Alice looked at as well. Alice: "Oh no, this isnt my blood, sorry if i got any on the seat". Charlie: "Oh don't worry about it, its not the first time bloods been on these seats". Alice was startled by how casual she said that. Alice: "Well, i should explain more on myself, um, my names Alice, I'm very knew here actually so I don't know really anything".

Charlie perked up, the news of a new person was exciting for her. She grabbed her hand with her both of hers, an excited jolt in her expression and demeanour. Charlie: "You're new? Oh that's exciting, how about you stay at our hotel? Its an amazing place for demons and sinners to find comfort and a way to be redeemed". Alice looked at her interested, demons? Is that what everyone is? It make sense if its hell, and redeemed? Can demons be redeemed? If so, is there a way she could go home?

Thinking about it, she didn't know if she could but she could try and these girls seemed nice so why not? Alice: "Sure, sounds nice although i don't have any money to pay to stay there". Its true, her money was in her phone case which she dropped before she, well, dropped. Charlie shook her head vigorously. Charlie: "Don't worry about it, its not important, you can start paying once you get yourself settled but for now, its all free". That seemed fair, even if she were to somehow leave this place, if she couldn't, there wasn't anything stopping her from settling down here, as long though as nothing like earlier will happen again.

As they continued chatting, the door swung open and of course, the person Alice ran into and who let her into the car, presumably their name being Angel, was standing right there, eating a sandwich. Angel: "Huh, so you all met, guess that means i don't need to introduce you, hey can you scooch over so I can sit?" Vaggie gave him a glare then moved to the other side of the car which Charlie then followed her after. Angel sat next to Alice who moved over to let him have some room.

Angel: "So what i miss?". Charlie smiled to Angel which Angel looked confused about. Charlie: "Oh Angel I'm so proud of you, you helped someone, Eeeee i knew you could". Charlie was all giddy and excited about this while Angel looked a bit flustered. Angel: "Whatever, was just annoyed how patheitc she looked when she walked away, ok?". Charlie gave a gentle smile while Vaggie smirked. Vaggie: "Well next time inform us when you're doing your "good deeds". Angel rolled his eyes at her comment, leaning his face on his palm while staring out the window.

Alcie: "Oh uh by the way, my names Alice, Charlie's allowed me to stay at their hotel, do you work there?". Angel looked to Alice with a smirk, amused by something. Angel: "Alice huh? The names Angel Dust and I guess you could say I work there, I'm more of their "test subject" on the whole redemption thing". Chalrie: "Don't say that Angel, you are our very important member and patron to our cause". Angel dust: "And the only free one". He giggled at his little joke but stopped as soon as he saw Vaggie stare at him with fury in her eyes.

Angel Dust: "But i also have another job, if you must know, its a pretty fun one". He said that as relaxed on the chair, folding his arms behind his head, leaning on them. Charlie: "He's an, entertainer, in a way". She said it pretty nervously which got Alice confused. Alice: "Oh yeah? what kind of entertainment?". Angel gave her a pretty smirky smile, his devious eyes looking at her. Angel dust: "It means i suck d***". This shocked Alice into chocking on her spit, making her cough profusley.

Angel Dust: "I'm lucky enough to never choke when I'm doing it though". Alice continued to cough before calming herself. Charlie went over to try and help. Charlie: "Angel". Angel Dust: "What? She asked what I do for a job and i answered her, what else was I suppose to say?". Angel got all defensive as Charlie looked to him in a doubtful look. Charlie something other then that". As this was happening, the car had already almost made it to the hotel.

When it did, Alice stepped out in awe at the hotels unique and extraordinary form. The ship on the side was a shock, the inconsistent shapes and sizes of each few floors was incredible. She wondered how many stayed in this magnificent place, it could fit hundreds maybe thousands of guests. She was quite excited to go inside.

#hazbin hotel #The one who fell #fanfic #Alice OC #Charlie #Vaggie #Alastor #Angel Dust #oof #here we go #got to writing it #this is gonna be interesting #sorry i havent been doing my other one #lost motivation #will continue it dont worry #will get to it soon #im on a trip so my minds elsewhere

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rhinozilla · 5 years

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Whumptober Day 15: Scars

Summary: Some scars aren't physical, but that doesn't mean the damage didn't leave anything behind. Connor and Hank are all too aware of that as the ice storm rages outside.

Fall seemed to wink at Detroit as it passed by, and then it was abruptly, violently, winter. Neither Connor nor Hank held any warm feelings toward the cold that swallowed up the city, but Hank’s dislike of it and the reason why were both well known. Connor knew that his own aversion to cold weather was no secret either, but his quiet complaints blended in well enough with the rest of the bullpen’s louder whining that it didn’t raise any eyebrows as to why an android would hate cold.

Because he did. He HATED it.

Unfortunately, where the bullpen provided a level of organized chaos to hide his bad mood, the quiet of Hank’s house only drew attention to it. It certainly didn’t help that the first storm of the season had knocked out the power on the entire block, dropping the house into a dark stillness as the evening rolled into a windy night.

Ice. Ice and snow.

No television or radio to use as distraction. Not even the hum of the heater or other appliances to focus on as the cold pressed in now that the power was out.

The house creaked slightly as the wind pushed at its outside walls.

Ice and snow and wind.

Sitting on the couch, where he hadn’t moved in two hours and four minutes since the power went out, Connor continued to stare at a fixed point on the wall. Hank had been grumbling as he moved around the house, stockpiling blankets, candles, and flashlights on the coffee table. He’d also been accumulating layers of clothing every time he moved into Connor’s line of sight, but Connor didn’t fully register it. Didn’t fully see him.

With each lash of the wind against the siding and the rising shelf of snow and ice on the window sills, all Connor could see was the Garden. Its frozen pond and snow painted flowers. The walls of grey created by the biting wind. Her silhouette standing just out of his reach. Feeling her influence reach into him anyway, through him, until he had had the gun in his hands, and she had aimed his hand toward Markus that night.

Somehow, even through the blizzard, through the cold and the memories, he swore he could smell roses.

A hand touched his shoulder, and Connor startled with a full body jerk.

“Whoa!” Hank yanked his hand back, stepping around the couch. “Sorry, did you fall asleep with your eyes open or something? Been sitting there like a fucking mannequin.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice came out weak, which was odd, and he frowned, forcing it to sound stronger. “Do you need help?”

Hank stood in front of him, eying him suspiciously. He glanced at the stockpile of supplies on the coffee table and back to Connor.

“No…Coulda used that help earlier, but whatever…” he said gruffly.

Connor wasn’t sure what his response was expected to be, and his social integration program did not supply with him any options. So he just stared at Hank, slightly lost.

Hank made a low, impatient noise and shook his head, tugging out his phone and checking a weather app on it.

“Guess we’re in for a whole night of this shit…Fuck,” he mumbled, pocketing his phone and looking at Connor again. “It’s only gonna get colder in here. You got a heater in there somewhere—“ he gestured toward Connor’s chest, “—or do you need some layers?”

“My model is not as susceptible to temperature fluctuations as humans,” he replied.

“Not my question,” Hank stated. “You hate being cold almost as much as me. Here, put this on.”

Hank grabbed up a burgundy colored hoodie from the top of the pile, tossing it into Connor’s lap.

“I’m not as susceptible—“

“Just put it on. Fuck. You’re making me cold just looking at you without it.”

Connor paused and slowly obliged, pulling on the sweater. It was a few sizes too large, and the extra fabric bunched around his stomach and the elbows of the sleeves. He made little attempt to adjust it, just sinking back into the couch again. Sumo had curled up on his bed against the wall, only idly watching Hank mill around.

“Why DO you hate cold so much?” Hank asked, rubbing his hands together and pacing slowly about the living room.

“I’d rather not discuss it.”

“Tch, yeah me neither.”

Connor’s eyes dropped to the floor. He tried to will back the phantom feeling of the Garden’s icy wind pushing through the seams of his clothing, the pain of the ice striking his open eyes as he tried to find Kamski’s emergency exit, the slick of compressed snow under his feet as he struggled to walk through it. It wasn’t real, he told himself. It hadn’t been real then…and it wasn’t real now…

A particularly sharp gust of wind rattled the windows in their panes, and a shrill whistle screamed through a gap somewhere. Connor visibly flinched, unable to clamp down on the reaction fast enough.

“What is wrong with you?” Hank asked, his voice irritated but his concern still evident.

“I’m fully functional.” Connor said, realizing too late that intonation in his voice had shut itself off, causing him to sound mechanical in his reply.

“Bullshit.” Hank faced him fully. “You’re not acting like yourself.”

He crossed over and reached out a hand, giving Connor’s shoulder a light shake.

“Just loosen—“

“Don’t touch me,” Connor said in a rush, pulling his shoulder away from the hand and shrinking back into the couch.

Hank’s eyes went wide, and Connor staunchly threw his gaze into the kitchen.

“Please,” he tried to inject inflection into his voice manually. “I’m fine.”

Hank carefully stepped between Connor and the coffee table, lowering himself to sit on the table, directly in front of Connor. His irritated expression had smoothed.

“Bullshit,” he accused again, this time soft and concerned.

The living room was lit by a few candles, one battery powered lantern, and the panicked yellow glow of Connor’s LED. He frowned and tried to force it back to blue. It resisted, and he didn’t have the energy to fight it.

“Connor,” Hank said, and there was a gentle demand in his tone that made Connor meet his eyes again. “Talk to me, son.”

Connor stared at him, then dropped his eyes to the edge of the coffee table, shaking his head slowly. He didn’t see how speaking the memory aloud would do any good. It wouldn’t undo it. It wouldn’t help him to push it away. And anyway, he couldn’t make Hank understand why he was reacting this way. To be locked inside your own mind, to feel someone else move your body like a marionette…At least before deviancy, he had had the illusion of deciding to take the actions that he did. But after the freighter, the lack of autonomy had been undeniable and…invasive.

The blizzard then hadn’t numbed him enough to not feel it, and with each degree that dropped in the house now, he could feel it again as though it had been yesterday.

“Okay,” Hank was saying, not moving from his spot. “You don’t have to explain, but…at least tell me how I can help you right now. What do you need?”

“To…not be cold.”

He cringed inwardly at the childish simplicity of the request, but it…was all that he needed. It was the only thing that he decided would help.

“Hey, I bet we can do something about that,” Hank said, standing off the coffee table. “I’ve got an electric blanket with your name on it.”

Connor absently watched him dig out said blue blanket, and he dragged his eyes up to watch Hank’s face. All of his grouchy, short tempered expression had softened as he focused on aiding Connor, and Connor felt a lance of guilt cut across his processors.

“You hate the cold too,” he muttered, not immediately accepting the offered blanket.

“Me and this weather have been bitching at each other for years. It’s old news,” Hank said, fluffing out the blanket when Connor didn’t take it. “You’re new to it, not used to the way it can just…take you down sometimes.”

Connor had enough left to glare.

“I am fully functional—“

“That doesn’t mean you’re all right. Here…would you just—“ Hank huffed when Connor didn’t lift a hand to take the blanket, and he instead opted to wrap the thing around Connor’s front anyway.

The wiring inside the blanket was generating heat throughout the material, and Connor unintentionally curled forward, trying to get closer to its warmth. Hank made a low, smug noise at the reaction, and then he was picking up the pillow against the armrest of the couch, squishing at it to plump up the volume of it.

“Try lying down. You look ready to fall over anyway.” He dropped the newly fluffed pillow back beside Connor.

Connor couldn’t think of a reason not to do so, and he slowly leaned sideways, aiming to let his head fall right onto the pillow. He involuntarily clutched at the heating blanket as it started to slide down, and he took a few uncoordinated seconds to pull his legs up and get situated on his side on the couch. Once he did, a heavy sigh slipped out of him, and he pulled the blanket more tightly around him until he was practically burrowed in it.

The heat from the fabric pushed through the thick hoodie, and though his internal temperature reading was perfectly stable, he couldn’t help but feel warmer for the extra measures being taken. The old, nubby blanket felt like a shield against the phantoms, and he didn’t feel like questioning it right then. He was simply grateful for it.

“Sumo. Up,” Hank grunted.

Sumo made a low moaning sound as he obediently got to his feet and lumbered across the living room. Hank patted the couch by Connor’s legs, and Connor watched the big dog hop up onto the couch. His big, fluffy body wedged itself in the triangle created by the back of the couch and Connor’s bent knees. He set his large head over Connor’s hip, and the living warmth chased even more of the chill away.

“Try to sleep,” Hank suggested. “Maybe we’ll have power back by the time you wake up.”

Connor watched him pick up another blanket, wrapping it around himself before going to get situated in the recliner to wait out the storm.

“…I’m sorry for being this way, Hank…I know it’s…inconvenient…I’m trying—“

Hank held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t try to apologize for good ol’ seasonal depression, Connor. If we start that, I promise I’ll win.” He slid Connor a complex look. “Besides…the world doesn’t apologize for the way it fucks us up. We don’t owe it an apology for ending up fucked.”

Connor tugged the edge of the blanket up until it bunched around his chin.

“That’s very poetic, Hank,” he said dryly.

In the recliner, Hank snorted. “Smart ass.” He heaved a sigh and got comfortable. “Just try to rest and…think about something else for a while. Whatever it is, you survived it. Everything else will sort itself out eventually.”

“Okay…And I’m…I’m sorry you hate the cold.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry you do too, kid.”

Sumo yawned and burrowed closer to Connor’s back, and Connor exhaled warm air into the blanket in front of his face. It created a small fog as it rose into the chilly air of the house, but thanks to the blanket, the hoodie, and Sumo’s combined heat and insulation, he didn’t feel the chill. The cold didn’t press in any further, and he breathed a small sigh of relief.

When he breathed in again, the smell of roses had faded.

#whumptober2019 #no.15 #dbh connor #dbh hank anderson

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sebastianxmercer-blog · 5 years

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Self Para No. 1 - Don’t Walk Away

circa 2017

Jerking upright, Sebastian awoke to cold water being splashed across his face. Raising his hand to defend himself on instinct, Sebastian winced as Ebby threw another cupful of water onto his shivering body. He could hardly even mutter a,“Babe, what’s wrong,” before she jumped onto his lap, her tiny hands balled in the collar of his crumpled dress shirt from the night before. He couldn’t exactly remember where they were, what they had done, or where they had gone. Were they in Ireland or England? He couldn’t recall. Casting his blue gaze out the window, Big Ben blinked back slowly in response. “What have you been doing?!” she shrieked, her screams muffled by her own sobs as she collapsed onto his chest, her day-old mascara staining her cheeks. What a way to wake up-- but then again, it had become their usual pattern. Even her way of jolting him awake was right on schedule, nine o’clock on the dot. Wake up, break up, make up. It was a never ending pattern of forgiveness, broken promises, and disappointment. Then again, he didn’t know what else to expect the day he decided to drop down on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage. Weren’t deceit and dishonesty just synonyms for what they called marriage? What was marriage, what was a relationship if it did not mean hurting the one you loved?

Running his hand through his hair, he brought his lips to her soft head, doing his best to soothe her anxiety. It was usually anxiety when it came down to it. Ebby had never been one to handle the spotlight well, or the fans, or the females for that matter. When they had first formed The French Lips, he had done it for the promise of stardom, she had done it out of love for the art. A strong willed girl with an iron fist, Ebby often fluctuated between points of extreme happiness and despairing sadness… it was one of the many reasons Sebastian had come to adore her in the first place. Her hands strung melodies wherever they landed, on the piano keys, on his heart, on his body. Nobody knew him like Ebby, and nobody knew Ebby like he did. They had gone through the ringer together, grown up together, became who they were supposed to be t o g e t h e r. It wasn’t always perfect, but he figured it didn’t always need to be. They were happy, in their own imperfect way. He needed her just as much as she needed him, and when he looked at her laying on his chest, felt the wetness of her tears seeping through the fabric, he felt the weight of the words she couldn’t say aloud from above the surface of her sun kissed skin. She had everything, even him… something that not many others could say.

With a sneer, she pushed his hand away from her head, drawing his phone from her back pocket. Holding it up to his face, he peered at the image on the screen. His own face grinned back at him as two topless girls wrapped themselves around his chest, one nibbling on his cheek and the other girl with her hand snaking its way up beneath his grey v-neck. They didn’t look older than twenty four. Closing his eyes, he tried his best to recall the memory… though the night before only came to light in broken bits and pieces. He couldn’t have told Ebby their names if he tried. He couldn’t remember what he did with them either. That was his own fault. It wasn’t new though, he had cheated on Ebby dozens of times before… but the groupies meant nothing to him. They were just a body to rest in for the night when the pressure and intensity of his own world grew to be too much. Ebby’s heart was his true home though. She knew that.

“I don’t remem-”

“That’s the problem Sebastian, you never remember. God, how many times have I had to watch this and see things like this and watch as you become this… this person,” Ebby stuttered, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she sat upright, her doe eyes boring into his. Those eyes, she killed him every time with those damn eyes. She always had, even from the first time they met. “I’m tired, Sebastian. I’m tired of worrying about you and I’m tired of giving you chance after chance after chance. God, all you ever do is hurt people. That’s all you’re good for, I swear,” she said with a shake of her head, wiping her hand across her snot streaked face. When she got up from the bed, he grabbed for her waist only for her to slap him away. She always did that too… always only ever met him halfway.

“Baby, come on. You know they don’t mean anything. You’re my main girl, you… it’s always been you. Come back to bed, let’s go to sleep and forget this ever happened,” he drawled slowly, taking his time as he swung his feet over the side of their king sized bed. “We’re in London, why don’t we enjoy ourselves. We’ve never traveled as much as we do now.”

“Sebastian!”

He didn’t even register his phone being thrown out the window until Ebby slammed the windowsill shut behind it. “Don’t you fucking get it?” she exclaimed, throwing her hands to her side. “We’re done. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess. Look at what you’ve become! Look at what you did to the band. It’s your fault, it’s all your fault, and I’ve stuck by you because I love you. And I promised I would never leave you. We promised each other, when we were still kids at Berklee, that when we made it big, it wouldn’t matter because all we’d have would be each other. Don’t you remember that? Don’t you want that? Don’t you fucking want more for yourself? You’re so washed up, you can’t even remember each night as it happens. You think I haven’t found this either?” Pulling out a vial from the pocket of her bathrobe, she held it up in the light. It was his fairy dust, shining under the dim glow of the swing lamp above her, his jolt of energy… his s p e e d. Rising to his feet, he bridged the gap between them. Her breath was ragged and she was in complete hysterics. It was hard for him to look at her like that, much less know that he was the cause. He never wanted to hurt her… God, he loved her more than anything; but he also loved beauty, and the world, and intangible, impossible things. He just wished she could understand that he did want more, but everything came with a price. Even the world and its orbit wasn’t good enough for him. He’d always want more.

“You’re not going to leave Eb. How many times have we gone through this? We’ve always found our way back to each other. Don’t walk away. I made a promise to you, to care for you and love you and protect you. I promised you that.”

“And you haven’t kept a single one. All you’re doing is hurting me. Do you see how this h u r t s me? You hurt me Sebastian, and I’ve done all I can to hold onto you, but I can’t anymore. I don’t want this stupid fucking ring, I don’t want your jewelry or that gross ass Chanel perfume or a stupid fucking Lamborghini. I want you back. I have to let you go and you have to let me leave. I won’t watch you kill yourself slowly. I don’t want to bring our kids to your funeral in ten years because you’ve overdosed in a strip club or alleyway. This was never how it was supposed to be!” Her words were jumbled. They came too fast and all at once, smacked him harder than she ever had. She left him breathless, and all he could do was watch as she pulled her pants around her slim waist and threw a sweater over her head.

Slightly hungover and partially dehydrated, his hands combed through his jet black hair. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many ways to express how much she meant to him… but all possibilities were escaping his lips. Nothing he said would have justified his actions, nothing he could do would fix it. He had broken her, and she had risen from the ashes. Her own strength was written across her face, and her posture was that of a grounded goddess-- fearsome in her presence. He never thought Ebby would actually leave him, and every minute he watched as she prepared to walk away, he couldn’t help but stare in awe. He had taken her for granted, and she realized she was worth more. Maybe that was for the best. “Ebby, I-”

“I’m leaving you,” she blurted.

“Ebby, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare fucking say that to me, don’t you dare say that to me now just because I’ve made up my mind. I’m going no matter what you do or what lie you spin this time. Here, I won’t need this anymore,” she said, prying her engagement ring from her thin finger and throwing it on the ground. The echo from the metal clattered so slowly, he could feel his own heart beat with it. “God, I hope you make something of yourself or die trying,” she finished.

“I always told you that you deserved better,” he whispered, uttering the only honest words that could come to mind… the only thing that felt right to say aloud. With that, he watched her pivot on her blood-red heels and make her way to the doorway for what would invariably be the last time. The reality of his own predicament didn’t seem real. It felt as though he were living in an alternate universe, watching someone other than himself experience the worst day of his life. It was entirely surreal, painful and gutting to watch. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real.

The click of her heels only paused for a moment as she took one last glance over her shoulder, her long lashes combing her soft cheeks. He had never seen such malice in such beautiful eyes.

“Go to Hell, Sebastian. Maybe you’ll see me there, you son of a bitch.”

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g0ldpainted · 7 years

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Gladiolus cheating on Fem!S/O

Hey c:

Here’s Gladio for this series!

1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

Words: 3750+

Genre: Angst, heartbreak, betrayal

Spoilers: None

Trigger warnings: Anger, verbally abusiveness, pregnancy, coma, cheating, explicit sexual act depicted briefly

Taming a beast was almost impossible. Gladiolus was such a beast. All the ladies were swooning over him, flirting with him whenever they could. No one cared about the fact that he had been dating his current girlfriend for over 6 years. Actually, the couple was beyond happy, completing each other seamlessly. But Gladio was still an untamable beast.

He was a charmer, couldn't resist flirting back, couldn't reject those females entirely. However, he always stayed faithful. So far at least.

Their relationship had been fairly rocky ever since his S/O fell pregnant. At first, it didn't change their lives all too much.. Until all the complications started. Her pregnancy was far from ideal. Morning sickness, back- and headaches, fatigue, abdominal cramps, high blood pressure - she had it all. Unfortunately, she also suffered from severe swelling. Face, feet, ankles, hands - they all had moments in which their size increased tremendously. After a check-up at her doctor, they diagnosed her with Preeclampsia. Therefore, their pregnancy was one with high risk. She was at high risk of losing her baby if she wasn't being careful. As result, she quit her job immediately. From there on out, Gladiolus was the only one earning money for them. He worked twice as hard, thinking of his future family as motivation.

The first weeks were difficult for both of them. His S/O had to get used to the pain she was almost constantly going through while Gladiolus had to get used to the lack of affection from their side. He was an extremely physical guy. Any and every physical touch was a reassurance to him that he was loved.. But she couldn't give him that. Sex was off entirely. When she was feeling decent, she at least managed to help him with his urges, took care of his not-so-little friend if it was necessary. To say she enjoyed pleasing him would be a lie. The continuous pain drowned her libido and every wish to receive and give pleasure. It was just something she did for him because she knew how important it was to him. The little praise afterward made up for it. He was thankful for her trying to not let her pregnancy affect their relationship too much. Truth was that it still took a huge toll on them. While Gladio was satisfied for those first few weeks, he eventually grew tired of her sloppy blow- or handjobs and started declining them. That she denied him giving her pleasure upset him, too. It eventually stopped feeling like a relationship to him simply because they had no physical contact other than some gentle kisses.

The happiness of expecting their first baby was overshadowed by lack of physical love.

Needlessly to say, they also started having arguments about it. The further she got in her pregnancy, the grumpier he got. Gladiolus even started calling her fat, giving the vibe of that she was completely undesirable. It's true that her weight was fluctuating. Preeclampsia was causing it.. And of course, her pregnancy. While Gladio was still fairly supportive most of the time, he seemed to distance himself more and more. He apologized for his behavior almost daily, regretting his spiteful words greatly, blaming his temper and work for stressing him out for it. She accepted all his apologies for the sake of their unborn baby. All she wanted was for their daughter to grow up in a safe family environment.

By now she was 7.5 months in. Finally at the third trimester. Her doctor was as far as to give her medicine to help her baby grow faster so they could induce labor as soon as possible. Gladiolus S/O was suffering greatly while he was most likely at work.. Or hanging with his friends. He was working as a hunter, it was the most beneficial.

She just wanted this to be over, wanted to deliver her healthy baby and heal. Her body was exhausted. It was pure luck that she didn't suffer from a stroke or seizure yet because of all the extra stress her boyfriend caused. On the bright side, although Gladiolus was being quite ignorant of his girlfriend's state, he at least always brought her little gifts when he returned from a hunting job.. And he even called her every day if it was multiple-day job. Those moments where what gave her strength to believe in their relationship.

It seemed to be falling apart at rapid speed - all because she wasn't into sex and instead, groaning about pain. The treatment she received helped but.. Didn't make it better. Her case was apparently very severe, yet no one could explain why. Gladio knew about it, always accompanied her to check-ups, yet he didn't seem to care all too much anymore. At least that's how she felt.

The more distant he became, the sadder his S/O was. And when he started leaving for partying, her jealousy peaked. She was scared of losing him to someone else. He excused himself by claiming the chocobros wanted to catch up and that all their wives and girlfriends were fine with it - she shouldn't complain. But she hated this. And when she smelled different perfumes on him, she was infuriated. But he shook it off, claiming he met the girlfriends of his bros because they joined them and that it was a shame she didn't show up. Being the loving girlfriend she was, she believed him. But her trust was scraped.

"Ever since he went out two days ago.. His phone's been vibrating constantly.." his S/O thought to herself, sitting on their couch and rubbing her baby bump gently - it was sensitive as heck, "He's showering.. Maybe I.. Should take a quick glimpse."

Looking around the room to ensure he really wasn't around, she carefully got up. Groaning, she bit her lip hard. The moving of her belly caused slight discomfort and walking on her swollen feet ached. It was another bad day. She was quick to pick up his smartphone. Luckily, Gladiolus didn't put in a code - it unlocked with a simple swipe. At first, nothing seemed suspicious.. Until she went through his recently send messages. Multiple females were in there.

"That doesn’t mean a lot.. He's always been famous with ladies - he usually blocks their number, though.." she thought to herself, "Maybe he forgot.."

But the second she clicked on each message, her stomach dropped. They were all flirting with him - which she would've tolerated if they hadn't sent nudes. And even videos of them masturbating. One quick glimpse into his phone's gallery was enough to see that he had been interested in a lot of different girls. Tons of nudes greeted her. None of them of her own body - she wasn't even on his phones background images.

"He.. He would've deleted them if he didn't like them.." she whispered, going back to the messages as she started feeling worse.

She ended up finding out that he even demanded those… they had phone sex.

"What are you doing?!" Gladiolus snapped, only a towel wrapped around his lower half.

Jumping from the sudden raised voice, she almost dropped his phone on the floor but caught it last minute.

"Did you go through my phone!?" he shouted, a deep frown present on his forehead as he stomped over to her and tore the phone out of her hands.

"Who are those girls?!" she replied, using all her energy to raise her voice, too.

"That's none of your business!" he shouted in their face, "You don't go through someone's phone!"

"You're my boyfriend, of course, it's my business who you're sexting with!" she argued, frowning as well.

"Oh c'mon, it was just fun" he groaned, rolling his eyes.

"They sent you nudes!" she shouted, clenching her jaw as she felt a stinging pain erupting from her stomach - it was because she was too emotional, "You.. Wanted those nudes. And masturbation videos."

"You should be grateful it's only photos and videos - I didn't have actual sex with them even though that would've been tons better than just waiting for your sorry ass" he growled, squeezing the phone in his hands tightly as he stared into his girlfriends eyes, "It's like watching porn and you don't care about that either."

Her eyes widened at that. Was that a threat? A note? It hurt her to know that he was admitting to having phone sex with them and at the same time telling her to be glad he didn't actually sleep with them. Little did she know that he actually lusted for those girls and hoped for real sex with them. The reference to porn made her feel even worse about herself.

"I don't want you to have any contact with those women" she calmly said, lowering her head slowly.

"And I don't want you to rummage through my phone!" he replied, raising his voice again.

"Go through my phone if it makes you feel better" she whispered, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone, even unlocking it for him.

A picture of them kissing and one of them hugging was her background. A picture of better times.

"Fuck that!" he slapped her phone away, making it fall to the floor with full force.

At his sudden outburst of anger, she started sobbing. Before her pregnancy, she would've been able to deal with it but now that she was in pain, physically weak and going through intense mood swings, she couldn't help herself.

"Don't you love me? Am I not good enough?" she whispered.

"Oh come the fuck on, if I wouldn't love you, I would've left ages ago" he replied, sighing, getting annoyed with them.

"Then why are you looking at other girls? Why are you messaging them with such lewd intentions?" she asked, trying hard to hold back any tears, "I know you have nudes of me, why don't you use those to ma-"

"You piss me off.. I'll go head out and meet with the guys" he cut her off, turning around and walking off, leaving her standing there.

"No! I want an answer!" she yelled, storming after him and pulling on his arm, "Now!"

"Because they're hot, okay? Everything about them is smoking hot and it's a nice change to not be looking at your body all the time!" he yelled back, pulling his arm out of their grip, "You didn't want any physical contact with me, so at least let me have fun on my own! It's not like I'm cheating!"

His ignorance and selfishness finally caused tears to fall. It's been a few days since she last shed tears.. But those were also because of him. He made it seem like this was her fault.. He didn't seem to understand that he body was inflamed and that she was carrying their baby.

"I'm pregnant.." she whispered in defeat, "My entire body hurts.. I'd appreciate if you'd be considerate of that."

Gasping he glared down at her: "Oh, I am! Every single day I work my ass off for you and our daughter. Then I come home and just have more work here because you can't do a thing right - at least let me have my goddamned fun!"

Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned around and headed back to their couch. Her legs were beginning to fail her and her vision was blurring. The way her heart raced was hurting faintly, too. Something was off. She was stressed out.. And hurt from his words. She felt betrayed.

Gladiolus stormed into their bedroom to get dressed, didn't bother about how she was struggling to breathe. Placing both of her hands on her baby bump, she tried to relax - for her daughter. Taking deep breaths, she attempted to make her body relax but her hands started swelling instead. While her boyfriend got ready, she felt pathetic about herself. Her appearance, her disease, her pain. And she was scared, scared of the next weeks. Their doctor already warned them that he'd induce her pregnancy at exactly 37 weeks. 7 weeks were left until that'd happen. Chances were high her body would go into labor sooner, though. One thought lead to the other and she just crumbled on the couch, crying. Although Gladio claimed to be loving her, she didn't believe that. The guy she fell in love with loved her, supported her endlessly.. But this guy was just harmful, angry, upset and inconsiderate.

"I'll leave now" he announced, grabbing his keys and shoving them in his pants along with his wallet, not once looking at the crying mess on their couch.

For a few seconds, she didn't say a thing, she couldn't. Right when he was about to close the door, she turned around and looked at him.

"Please don't.." she whined, "I…-.. I d-don't fe… feel good."

"Take a bath or something, I'll be back in an hour or two" he groaned, not even bothered to look at her.

"Pl-..please.. No" she stuttered, wanting to walk over to him but her legs refused to carry her weight.

"See you later" he coldly mumbled, closing the door afterward.

That was the final thing she needed to feel pushed off the edge. This was the first time he didn't even bother to check on her before leaving. She figured she shouldn't have been noisy but she was still going through a risky pregnancy.. She expected him to care. And she also couldn't believe that he didn't apologize about his female contacts. Some may consider it cheating, some don't.. But she did. Those were real people he actively asked for nudes and videos - not someone earning money with it. To be angry about this and highly suspicious seemed legit to her. But she wished she could just turn off her emotions - for the sake of not stressing her baby out.

In those 6 years they had been dating, they sure fought every now and then. Most times, both were too stubborn to give in so their fighting usually escalated. Stuff was thrown around, hateful words were yelled in each other's faces. But it was fine, their makeup sex was incredible. None of them ever cried because of it - but she was vulnerable for now.

"This entire pregnancy has been terrible.. The pain, the fights,.. I didn't think it'd go this way" she thought to herself, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, "He was so happy when he found out.. And now he.. He's not here and he complains all the time."

With each minute, her head felt more like it was about to explode. She had a terrible headache - or even a migraine - and her heart was about to burst from her chest. It all just kept getting worse. But the moment her vision started to blur and her face began to swell up, she knew she had to call someone.

But her phone wasn't in her pocket anymore.

Panicking, she hastily started looking around the area. It took her a few minutes to remember that Gladiolus slapped it onto the floor.

"Shit.. Hopefully it's.. Okay" she thought, slowly getting up, still searching for it.

Eventually, she finally saw it. Her stomach was twisting and turning while she tried to bend down towards it. But without warning, she felt dizzy, lost her balance and fell forward. Luckily, she managed to catch herself before she crashed on her baby bump. But now she was panicking even more.

"Oh god.. That was so close.." she whispered, "I'm so sorry."

After sitting down on her bum, she took her now shattered phone. Unlocking her phone and finding the telephone button was harder than she thought it could be. Not only was her vision becoming worse, moving her fingers was insanely difficult.

"Something's wrong.. Shit" she cursed under her breath.

Finally, she seemed to have found the recently called tab and just clicked on the first name. She couldn't read it, her vision was shaking and was way too blurry. Little did she know that she accidentally face timed her boyfriend instead of just making a simple call. And he picked up. Unintentionally.

"Ugh it's nothing important, ignore it. Keep going, we don't have a lot of time" he ordered the women in front of him to continue giving attention to his not-so-little friend.

Throwing the phone aside, it landed on a pillow.. Perfectly showing off what exactly was going on. Two females were licking and sucking on his dick. He stood before them. They both teased him, fondled with his balls as well. All of them were naked. At first, his S/O didn't understand what was going on.. Didn't want to believe what she thought was happening. But when Gladiolus started moaning.. Her heart finally broke.

Rapidly blinking, her vision improved a tiny bit.. Enough for her to actually see it. Her naked boyfriend face-fucking the females she saw on his phone. They took turns, were both hungry for him. Her headache increased and increased, the pressure on her head eventually feeling unbearable. She couldn't look away, couldn't move either.. Her eyes were locked on the scene.

"Ugh! Fuck, you're amazing" Gladiolus moaned before he came over both their faces.

Without saying a word, he pulled both of them up, kissing each briefly before pushing one down onto her back and the other one on top on all fours. He squeezed her butt with both of his hands before rubbing his shaft along both of their cores, coating himself with their wetness. For a few seconds, he just thrusted in between them, delicately rubbing along their buds to pleasure them, too. They were all moaning softly.

Meanwhile, his pregnant girlfriend slumped to the side. Her body suddenly fell to the right. She hit her head on the ground. Her left hand was still clutching onto the phone which so happened to fall right in front of her face.

"So many holes to chose from .. Ugh. I wanna claim them all" Gladio proclaimed, running his hands along both of the girls entrances, "I'm going to claim them all.. But where do I start?"

His S/O sobbed, hoping he'd hear - but he didn't.

"Please.. Ho-home" she whispered, unable to raise her voice and speak properly.

Again, no one heard. She witnessed how her boyfriend started thrusting into some strange female while fingering the other. Tears ran down her face while her eyes widened. While he was having fun.. She was having a stroke. For a moment, everything hurt.. But then it all stopped. She lost control of her body.

"Harder!" one of the females demanded and he happily obliged.

Although she lost control of her body.. She was very much conscious of what was happening. She saw it all. She saw how her boyfriend enjoyed taking care of two females at the same time. The slapping sounds, the squishing, the moans, the groans. Everything. It was like she was there, like he was cheating right in front of her eyes.

"I've always dreamed of a threesome with two sexy girls.. Ugh, shit.." Gladiolus admitted, cursing as he increased his thrusting speed.

He held his word and claimed every possible entrance those girls could give. It took forever. He came two more times until he was satisfied and no longer feeling sexually frustrated. All the while his girlfriend was clinging on to her life. She zoned out, just stared at the screen and watched.

"We have to do this again.." one of the girls breathed out, laying on the bed in attempt to calm down.

"Oh yes, please" the other one begged, agreeing.

"We'll see.." Gladiolus shrugged.

"Your girlfriend won't be pleased about this" one of them whispered, cleaning her body off of several juices.

"Mmh" he agreed, biting his lip hard.. As if he was showing regret.

"Wasn't she watching this entire time?" the other girl wondered.

"Watching?" he repeated.

"Yeah.." she replied, pointing up towards this phone, "Or is that a screensaver?"

Once Gladiolus saw his phone and that their facetime call had been going for over an hour, his eyes widened.

"Shit" he exclaimed, quickly picking up his phone, "Can you hear me?"

She didn't reply, only blinked occasionally.

"Fuck.. Can you smile?" he began to panic, feeling beyond guilty for what he just did now that he saw his girlfriends tear-stained face.

No response. She couldn't move.

"Shit.. Shit shit" Gladiolus repeatedly cursed, "Someone diall 911! She's having a stroke! And she's pregnant!"

Only one of the girls reacted, threw her phone over to him. He immediately called an ambulance over before he ran home. By the time he arrive, the ambulance already carried her out and the car was ready to drive off. He barely hopped into it.

Once they finally arrived at the hospital, she had already suffered brain damage. To help her body heal and relax, they put her into an induced coma. They had to run quite a few scans to check what exactly happened and give her the best possible treatment.

"I'm so sorry.. I'm so incredibly sorry.." Gladiolus kept whispering as he sat beside her hospital bed, holding one of her hands between his, "I should've been there. I should've listened to you. This is my fault.. I'm so sorry."

Lucky for them, their daughter was fine. She didn't suffer any damage. His S/O in return lost her ability to walk and her entire right side was paralyzed. The day they woke her up, they realized she also couldn't speak, didn't quite remember how to. She had Aphasia. Her life had changed for the worse. Most days she spent crying - after all, she still had preeclampsia, too. His S/O was now a broken woman, not even slightly resembling who she used to be. But unlike before, Gladiolus supported her. He paid for all her bills, her therapy, medication, and treatment. But most importantly, he spent time with her.

The second he realized what he had done to the one he sincerely loved, he broke all contact with any other female and deleted all photos that weren't her. He was grateful for the second chance he was given - even though no one could guarantee that she wasn't suffering from memory loss as well and simply didn't remember that he cheated. Gladio regretted what he did just to get some stress relief. He wanted to better himself, become the man she deserved. And aside from that, he wanted to be a great father for the daughter that he almost lost too.

Masterlist ; 1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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1/2 hello ♡ can i pls get a haikyuu matchup? i have light brown hair that is medium length and im 158 cm. im a big softie and i cry a SHIT ton, but not around people. i hide under the blankets whenever i do. im a sucker for tall boys, bc it makes me feel warm and safe. im definitely the affectionate type and ill sneak in kisses whenever i get a chance. my friends tell me im the innocent type, and im not much of a bad girl. i like to make ppl laugh and i avoid getting into arguments with people.

(cont: my mood fluctuates a lot- catch me being giggly then pouty within the next few seconds if something happens. im a bit of a jealous type, but that's mainly because im a little insecure...ofc i dont take it too far ill just be pouty haha. my ideal type is someone who is loyal and caring! and who can take care of someone well :)) )

{Match ups are closed. I’m just cleaning out my ask box!}

sorry this took so long, bby :(( it got buried in my ask box

I ship you with . . .

Ushijima

When I tell you that he’s obsessed with your size, I mean that he’s obsessed with your size.

He feels so protective and strong whenever your arms are wrapped around him.

KOALA HUGS. Ushi likes to pick you up whenever the two of you hug, so that you can bury your face in his neck and then he can smell your shampoo

He can also give you little kisses a lot easier if you’re latched onto him like that.

His teammates tendou probably make fun of Ushijima for carrying you around, but he absolutely does not care. One annoyed stare and his teammates tendou shut up real quick.

He’s also a pretty big softie himself, like he’s the human embodiment of a teddy bear when it comes to you. I don’t really think he’s a crier, but he would probably just sit in a really sad silence if there was a sad ending to the movie the two of you were watching

Ushijima is 100% down for the fact that you’re pretty innocent and non-confrontational. That demeanor is what made him fall for you in the first place.

It also makes things pretty easy in your relationship. He doesn’t like to argue either and would prefer to seek out a more relaxed way to combat any issues the two of you are facing.

It kind of upsets him that you’re jealous? Or at least, at first. He thought that it was because you didn’t have all your trust in him, but then when he learned it was insecurities?

Please be prepared for lots and lots of kisses, cuddles, and Ushi reassuring you that he loves you and only you.

He constantly reminds you that he thinks you’re beautiful and that he thinks about you all the time.

You want someone who can take care of you? Ushijima is YOUR MAN!

He’s there to do any form of manual labor you can imagine. Oh, you need this couch moved? Cool. Hold his phone for a sec. What’s that? There’s a heavy limb in your yard that got knocked down in a storm? Great. Lumberjack Ushijima at your service. You need to carry groceries? Oh, no no. Ushi’s got those for you.

But he also likes to cook he’s pretty bad but he tries okay? so you can expect lots of homemade meals from him and you choke them down because you love him regardless

TL;DR he’s husband material if I’ve ever seen it. He will pamper his honey bear i stfg he uses sickly sweet pet names don’t come for me and love you to the ends of the Earth.

#match ups #shitty talks

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mr-scattergood · 6 years

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I can't wait to hold you in my arms - Chapter 3

You can also read it on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/12869493/chapters/29395413

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Angus tapped away on his phone, sitting in a white hospital gown with little sea foam coloured polka dots. The look didn’t suit him in the slightest. They’d been there for hours, taking a number of exams, so far nothing conclusive. He was getting frustrated.

Angus was shaking his foot impatiently, having drained any entertainment his phone had given him. He folded his arms over his chest. He looked towards Bodi, who’s pocket kept vibrating.

“Who keeps calling?” Angus asked, tilting his head “another crazed fan you gave your number to?” he teased, Bodi gave his number out to anyone who asked, meaning he needed a new number every few months once he was overwhelmed with calls and texts.

“No, just Khampa”

“Well then answer it” Angus says, wondering why Bodi hadn’t already

“but I want to be here for you” Bodi said with big worried eyes.

“Bodi you are here. And I'm fine, there is nothing wrong with me. But if that thing buzzes again I may be driven into insanity”

It didn’t take much to convince Bodi to take the call, although he didn’t want Angus to feel his attention was on anything but him, Bodi knew his dad was probably on the verge of a heart attack.

“Hey dad” Bodi greets

“Bodi why didn’t you pick up sooner?! Is everything ok? I saw the interview..”

“I’m at the doctor’s with Angus now. He’s just getting some tests done. You finally got your tv hooked up huh?

“I had to. Fleetwood told me Angus collapsed and I couldn’t not see that first hand”

“Dad..” Bodi groaned in annoyance

“sorry, it’s a joke! I.. love Angus” It sounded physically painful for him to say those words

“uh huh..”

“just promise me you aren’t on whatever he’s taking?

“What? Angus is not on drugs dad” Bodi noticed Angus look at him with an eyebrow cocked.

“I know about the city life Bodi, I know what the rock and roll type are like! Fast paced life styles late night parties”

“Neither of us are on anything. I promise”

The doctor walked back into the room, getting the attention of both awaiting guests “I'll call you back later, love you” Bodi hung up the phone.

“We’ve come to a medical conclusion about your recent fainting spell” the doctor was holding a clip board full of papers, it seemed whatever tests were taken they were taken twice, even three times. He sat down across from the bed that Angus was sitting on “There is high amounts of progesterone in your blood which is causing your veins to widen and blood pressure to fluctuate”

“So I just need to eat healthier or something? Cut down on the wine?” Angus asked

The doctor adjusted in his chair, licking his lips nervously. Which made Bodi concerned.

“It’s our medical conclusion that you’re pregnant” there was no way to say it subtly

“Excuse me?” Angus looked taken aback as Bodi’s tail begins to wag and his ears lifted.

“I know it’s hard to believe but we’ve run every possible test"

“well run them again! I cannot be .. that” he was furious, feeling like he was the butt of a joke.

“We’ve run them multiple times, and already crossed off any possible ailments that could cause these abnormalities”

Bodi grabbed at Angus' hand holding it tight “Were gonna be dad’s?!”

Angus yanked his hand free “Doctor there has to be another test you can run”

We could preform an ultrasound to tell us conclusively, but the fetus will be to small to make out details like species, litter size and gender”

“Fine. Whatever you have to do to write this off”

The doctor nodded “come with me, the ultrasound system is in the other room”

Angus stands up, fighting off the sudden light headedness. Bodi grabbed the clothing Angus come in with and walked beside the feline.

Angus didn’t speak a word, keeping his eyes forward as Bodi’s darted around, looking at the charts on the walls and exciting himself with the prospect of having babies with Angus.

The second room was a bit bigger, with more baby oriented imagery. Angus lifted himself onto the bed cover with the noisy crinkly plastic cover.

Angus removes the top portion of his gown before a cold gel was placed over his abdomen followed by a transducer pressing down on his slickened fur. The machine it connected to hummed lightly, as the screen showed nothing but grey hues and blackness.

Bodi looked mesmerized, watching the screen closely hoping to see the pup, or pups, or kittens! He didn’t much care which.

“How longs this gonna take until you’re convinced I’m no---”

“There it is” the doctor said, pausing the live feed on a single frame.

“Where?!” Bodi asked excitedly, tail smacking into the side of the bed.

The doctor pointed it out, a small grey mass surrounded by blackness. “not much bigger then a cork now”

“woah!” Bodi leaned up close to the tv, eyes wide as he stared at the screen. Angus pushed the probe off himself and stood up, quickly grabbing his clothing from Bodi and walking behind a changing curtain in the room

“Angus isn’t this amazing!” Bodi looked in his direction, grinning like a kid on Christmas. He didn’t seem phased when Angus didn’t respond.

“You want a picture?” the doctor offered to break the silence

“yeah!!” Bodi's excitement grew

“Were done here” Angus finally said as he stepped out from behind the curtain fully dressed and discarded the gown onto the bed

“I understand you are busy. I will contact Ian and reschedule an appointment with you next week to discuss further options” the doctor said as he handed Bodi a printed image of the screen before shutting the machine off.

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How AI: The Somnium Files Blends Absurdism, Love, And Dreams Into A Murder Mystery

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How AI: The Somnium Files Blends Absurdism, Love, And Dreams Into A Murder Mystery

Like many mystery-driven adventure games, AI: The Somnium Files is a little tough to talk about. It’s not exactly action-packed in its moment-to-moment gameplay, and most of the intrigue in games like it comes from the ways in which they challenge your investigative skills and decision-making–plot twists and character dialogue are often at the heart of it all. This is very much the case when it comes to games under the direction of developer Kotaro Uchikoshi, best known for the Zero Escape series.

Since AI: The Somnium Files was first revealed, we knew that it would channel similar gameplay elements from Zero Escape, but it’s aiming to be an evolution of that. As private detective Kaname Date, you travel between reality and a dream world to unravel the truth behind a series of murders. Its overarching theme revolves around a pun for the word eye: “eye” as in your sight, “ai” the Japanese word for love, and A.I. as in artificial intelligence. Not to mention all the murder victims have one eye gouged out as well. Date himself has one eye that’s actually an A.I. companion named Aiba (a Japanese-English pun for eyeball). And the real name of A-Set, the virtual influencer/idol behind music videos and promotional materials, is Iris.

Last time we spoke with Uchikoshi-san, he talked about love, story details, and the dream world’s Psync mechanic, but there’s still more than meets the eye. To get further insight into what’s going on, we corresponded again via email and dug into the game’s direction. We were also able to loop in the English localization team lead Alex Flagg for additional perspective on what it’s like to deliver a dialogue-heavy Japanese game to a Western audience.

If you’re not caught up on AI: The Somnium Files, check out our interview with Iris “A-Set/Tesa” Sagan or our hands-on preview with the game from GDC 2019. The game launches for PlayStation 4, PC, and Nintendo Switch on September 17 this year.

Can you explain the “Somnium” world? It’s the key to solving mysteries, but are these people’s secrets, true feelings, dreams? How does Kaname Date use that information throughout the game?

Kotaro Uchikoshi: Somnium means “dream” in Latin. So a Somnium world would mean “dream world.” Dreams are made from fragments of memory stitched together like patchwork. Hidden inside are people’s secrets and suppressed feelings. It’s Kaname Date’s job to interpret what he sees in the dream to solve mysteries and move forward in the investigation. For example, there’s something like this: A girl was alone at the scene of the crime. However, she suffered mental trauma and now has aphonia, so she can’t talk. So, Date will dive into the girl’s dream world and find a lead: she heard a phone ring. Then, Date will return to reality, go back to the scene to investigate and look for a cellphone somewhere. Something like that.

We’ve seen AI being both dead serious, cheery, and sometimes outright absurd. How do you strike a tone that comes together?

Alex Flagg: Through a lot of hard work! Uchikoshi has this amazing ability to blend Wikipedia-diving information dumps, absurdist theater, and sex jokes into a gripping and touching story. What I’ve discovered by playing and localizing his work is that you can get away with a lot that seems narratively inconsistent as long as you’ve already captured the audience’s attention with an intriguing plot and interesting characters. Uchikoshi taught me that tone can fluctuate wildly, as long as the heart is centered and steady. Because if your heart is fluctuating wildly, you’re probably having a heart attack and are about to die. You know, narratively speaking.

KU: This is a hard question. All I can say is…by watching the balance. If I were to compare it, it’s like a barista or a mixologist. Their jobs are very sensuous, and it’s hard to put into words how they balance the ingredients. Or maybe it’s similar to hitting on someone. You can’t always be serious and cool and you can’t always be energetic and carefree. They’ll just brush you off, won’t they? It’s important to understand when to be serious and when to be energetic… What I’m trying to say is that everything is balanced out by things and you can’t just explain it away with words. Having said that, my pick-up techniques have never been very successful. I bet Alex is really good at it, so next time I’m in LA, maybe he can teach me a few tricks!

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There’s some body horror, light gore, and morbid imagery in your games, AI especially. Do you ever have ideas then stop yourself from going too far?

KU: When I was writing the scenario for AI, the character designs weren’t finalized yet. That meant that I only had a general idea of the characters while writing. That’s why I didn’t feel much guilt putting the characters through some really tough times. When the designs came in, I thought, “OMG, so cute!” That’s when the characters started to really exist. But then it crossed my mind. “Ah, why did I do that to them…?” I didn’t want to have a guilty conscience about it, so I thought, “Could I at least try not to put them through the darkest of my ideas?” Because of that, some scenes are now milder than the original idea. But this isn’t censorship, this is love. Love for my characters. I decided to tone down some things, but the story isn’t any less interesting or fun because of it. Please don’t worry about that.

What are your thoughts on canonical endings in games with branching storylines? How does AI handle that?

KU: I remember watching a Hayao Miyazaki documentary, and he said something like, “I’m over this, I don’t want to do this” while drawing original cels. Branching routes are like that to me. It’s so much work. I scream, “Augh! I’m over this, too much work!” while writing the story too. In AI, the story splits from the decisions you make in the Somnia. To put it simply, picking either the “A” lead or “B” lead changes how the story unfolds. Branching stories are a pain in the ass for the creator, but to the player, there’s nothing better. There’s a lot of interesting elements in this game due to the branching paths, so please look forward to it!

What are some important things Akira Okada (assistant director) has brought this time around for AI that you didn’t think of?

KU: Of course Okada-kun was a huge contributor, but AI was created from multiple ideas from all the staff members. For example, Aiba turning into a cute girl in Somnium, the video game inspiration behind a certain action scene, one of the stages from one of the Somnia. All of those were ideas from the staff. I mean, the Somnium parts, from the setting to the structure, was mainly done by Okada-kun and Yamada-san. I have nothing but respect and appreciation for the staff.

Are there any particular difficulties that come out of having to do a simultaneous Japanese and Western release?

AF: Oh, absolutely. Working side-by-side with the Japanese creative team is a totally different experience than picking up a completed project and adapting it.

KU: Thanks to the hard work from Alex, Kazu [Okura], the other Spike Chunsoft Inc. team members, and [community manager] Dave Kracker, I didn’t really have any trouble with simultaneous shipping. So, to the Spike Chunsoft Inc. team of course, the development staff in Japan, and the Chinese localization staff: I thank you very, very much, from the bottom of my heart!

You get to control Aiba in the Somnium world, but you only get a limited time to investigate.

What are some Japanese- or English-only quirks you get to put in the game? Are there some unique things players will get out of either language option?

AF: The Japanese and English are largely the same, script and presentation-wise. There are a few times here and there that, say, a joke was intentionally not localized, or a character’s voice performance in the English has a slightly different feel than the Japanese performance, but for the most part they are two versions of the same game.

Some jokes or one-liners might come across differently in either language. And one thing that we’re very proud of is that A-set’s debut single, “Invincible Rainbow Arrow,” is fully localized, right down to matching the Japanese rhyme scheme and poetic meter. So if you are playing in Japanese, you will hear the Japanese version of the song; if you are playing in English, you will hear the English version.

How involved are you with the performances of the voice cast?

AF: The translator for this project, Kazu Okura, and I were either there at Bang Zoom! studios or listening in over voice call every single day of recording. While we offered feedback and direction, especially during particularly intricate or complicated scenes, we can only take a little bit of the credit: it was our audio engineer JP Aller and voice director Chris Faiella that really helped the words come off the page and become something incredible in the performance.

What’s the toughest aspect for localizing AI that folks might not realize?

AF: I would say the humor is by far the most challenging aspect of localization, especially “dad joke” humor, jokes that are intentionally bad. If you localize that joke to make it genuinely funny, you aren’t exactly matching the tone of the Japanese. If you localize the joke to make it unfunny, you run the risk of the audience not realizing that the joke is supposed to be bad, it’s supposed to make you roll your eyes and groan. AI is full of these kinds of jokes, so my translator and I worked very hard to make them funny…but not too funny.

“Tesa, aka A-Set, you bet.” was totally the localization team’s idea, huh?

AF: Yes, it was. Her slogan cheer is different in the Japanese and the English. In the Japanese, it goes something like “volatile solvent of the net world, Aseton, aka A-set!” It’s a wordplay on the honorific “ton” added to her stage name “A-set,” making it sound like “acetone,” the chemical solvent. Keeping it “Aseton” in English would be clunky, invite mispronunciation, and lose the cuteness factor of the Japanese wordplay. So we decided to go with “Tesa,” a cute, easy-to-say nickname that utilizes the game’s prevalent motif of reflection (“Tesa” is of course “A-set” backwards). There was a time we briefly considered making her nickname “Ace,” but Zero Escape fans will know why we decided against that.

A-set has been a huge part of AI’s lead up. Besides being a major character and idol, what was the idea behind breaking the fourth wall with A-Set’s YouTube channel?

KU: One of the themes of this game is dreams and reality. So by linking the real world that we live in with the artificial world of AI, I tried to express the analogy (or is it a metaphor?) of “dreams and reality,” or something like that. Iris (A-set’s real name) is the goddess of rainbows in Greek mythology. She is said to be the messenger girl that delivers the words of the gods. Rainbows are also sometimes called the “bridge of heaven,” so you could say that A-set is the “bridge” between fiction and reality.

With all the lead up to AI and A-Set at the forefront, how involved are you in her video content?

AF: Very involved! Our team and the creative team in Japan were sharing ideas for videos and story beats for months, coming up with the general “plot” of her YouTube channel together. Once that was more or less in place, we localized and recorded each video based on Japan’s video, which was incredibly difficult because of the fast pace they had to be produced. Often times we didn’t even have a final video render to look at while we were recording, so we had to feel it out by the script alone. But it came together beautifully.

How’s she been as a promotional partner?

KU: She was amazing! I know there were times I pushed her, but she didn’t make a face and took everything very seriously. I thank her from the bottom of my heart. Also, she smells really nice. A sweet scent that tickles a person’s heart… If she comes on screen while playing AI, please put your nose up to the screen. I’m sure you’ll start to smell irises…

Will A-Set’s presence in our real world play into events in AI?

AF: “Our real world”? What a peculiar way of phrasing it. You can see her, hear her; she is information in the universe and she occupies space in your mind at this very moment. She exists in this world the same way I do right now, typing away at my computer, communicating with you only through ones and zeros. One and the same.

KU: I already kind of answered this, but Iris is the bridge that connects our world to their world. As long as she exists, both worlds will continue to be linked.

How much tequila have you drank since the A-Set interview we did?

KU: The situation has changed. Currently, rather than me drinking tequila, it’s more of tequila drinking me. My office is always full of it. That’s where I wrote the game’s story. Just like one of those caterpillars in the bottles of tequila.

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Eden

The color of the sun is green. A Ford Escape drives beside me on the highway with two men in the front. The one in the passenger side wears a black shirt, no. A red shirt, no. A purple shirt. Oh. It’s a white shirt. No, it’s not a shirt; it’s a white robe, and he’s wearing a crown of thorns. The man who is driving applies makeup in the rearview mirror. I notice the back left wheel is missing. I continue to drive myself to the Olympics. Oh, Wait. The Olympics aren’t this year. Thinking hard about a new destination, I crash my car in a head on collision with a hearse. The last thing I remember is the front license plate reading “7777777.” I black out, but wake up unscathed minutes later. Something is off, and I feel different. But I cannot seem to know exactly what it is. I climb out of the rubble with ease.

I still need a new destination. I want to make friends, so I decide to walk to the police station. I greet the officer at the front, and start small talk about criminals. They’re all so pathetic, I say. Complete morons. Contribute nothing to society. Free loaders. I’ve only ever sworn once, I say. I am then immediately taken into custody. “That’s a confession of sin,” the officer says. There is a halo floating above his head.

I am arrested for swearing. Inside the jail cell, I light a cigarette and put my phone on the charger. The cigarette is broken and a daisy is sprouting from the end. I am charged with two felonies. What is the second one for? I ask. They say that I cut my bangs horribly, and will be forced to wear a plastic bag over my head. I insist for paper. I tell them to think about the environment. Global warming is a threat, endangering the lives of the glaciers enough already. Pedestrian litter like plastic bags could cause them to choke, and thus will affect the harvest of their meat for the ice industry. They agree. I use a 50% off coupon for my bail charge and I am sent home with a paper bag on my head. They say I must wear it for a total of twenty hours within the week. On the back of the bag printed in bold time new roman reads “We’re so sorry. We’re so sorry for who you are.”

There are no holes for my eyes to see. As I put it on, I find a screen inside with a video on a constant loop. The loop playing is of a girl in my image wearing a white slip walking between the corners of a room with no windows or door, 6x6 enclosure. I take the bag off so that I am able to watch a documentary about fiber optics installation. I put the bag back on and the loop has changed. The girl in my image is now laying down on the floor of the room, staring blank up at the ceiling. I find my physical body forced to the floor, unable sit back up. I say that I must water the garden. I take the bag off. The zucchini is dying. I tend to the zucchini, nursing her with milk and sugar. I put the bag back on. The loop has changed again, the girl is now strapped down in an electrical chair, and now is having a knife pushed into her leg by an invisible force. I feel a sharp pain on the leg of my physical body, and I am wounded. The wound heals at the beginning of each loop. As it plays over and over again, my body is in sync with every repeated puncture. I can’t take the pain, and remove the bag. I am bleeding blue all over the vestibule. The bag hasn’t been on my head for even an hour. I put the bag back on. The girl in my image is sitting in the 6x6 room with a blindfold. There is a man behind her with a chainsaw. He is wearing a suit and tie. He has a name tag that reads “Hello, my name is Adam.” He runs the machine down on her shoulder, severing her arm. I panic, and take the bag off my head. My arm is on the other side of the room, and the man with the chainsaw is behind me. He switches the machine to “off” and pulls a letter out from the inside of his blazer, and reads it to me. I can’t understand what he is saying because his voice is censored. His mouth is moving but instead of speaking, different tones replace the fluctuation in his voice. In the middle of reading, he begins choking and falling to the ground slowly, his hand reaching into the back of his mouth as if something was lodged back there. He pulls a battery out and sets it on the counter. It’s a triple A battery, and it would just be a perfect replacement to the dead one in my sea salt heating lamp. He begins to choke up gears and computer chips, making just the biggest mess. I run to the bathroom and dampen a towel, and place it on his forehead as he’s kneeled over spitting up wires and screws. As he recovers and stands up, he starts crying tears of oil. I fetch a bucket and start collecting them so that I am able to water my garden in the morning. He then takes a seat and pulls out a briefcase from his back pocket, pulling out a new arm. There is a label above the elbow that reads “wash with like colors.” He motions me over, and glues it into my arm socket. It is fully functional, all except for the fact that I cannot hold my arm any higher than my head. He pulls out an electronic translator and shows it to me to read “will you please help me find a new battery?” Using the translator, I agree to help and in addition, invite him to a fireworks show happening inside of the nuclear power plant a few blocks away from my apartment. He agrees and I show him to my car, a 2004 Dodge Neon. My car only has a driver side; there is only one row of seats, and can only fit two people. The trunk is the size of a shoebox. In the trunk, I keep a gun loaded with my prescription sleeping pills. I shoot one into the back of my throat whenever I feel like dreaming.

We drive to the nearest drugstore, which is located in the middle of a sulfur field off the side of the highway. The entire left side is absent of a wall, and also functions as a drive-through window for those in a rush. The greeting card aisle is the first upon entry. I observe a middle aged man picking out an “I’m sorry” card. The man reaches his hand under his toupee, pulling out an ink pen to sign the card “To dearest Jeremy, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for who you are. Sincerely, Jeremy.” The battery section shares an aisle with the stained-glass section. Although it is beautiful, I am reluctant to buy the stained-glass piece that depicts two business men fighting over whether or not the next investment should be in rosemary or basil. Personally, I would pick rosemary, as the rosemary industry as of recently has been successful, as opposed to the basil industry. Every basil store that I have passed lately has been under foreclosure. I’m a gardener, so I must pay attention. The man with me with the nametag that reads “Adam” stares into the glass-stained piece with lust, and jumps into the picture. The subject matter changes to an image of Adam in my garden with the business men. The business men are offering him a share of stock in their enterprise. Now that Adam has transcended, I am left alone in the drugstore. I feel grief and heartbreak. “We could have been something, Adam! I never told you, but I was in love with you! I have never before been so attracted to a man’s voice. I wanted you to censor out everything that I didn’t want to hear! You used me, Adam!” I shout into the stained-glass. I pick it up and throw it to the ground in tears. The shatter catches the attention of the cashier, who is wearing a nametag that reads “Adam.” He drags me into the backroom, a 6x6 enclosure with no windows or door, where he straps me down into an electrical chair. His front two teeth are carved into the shape of the number “7,” and he has a tattoo on his neck that reads “we’re so sorry.” He takes a chainsaw out from the locker behind him. He revs up the machine, and runs it along his tongue. He begins to bleed out light from his tongue; it’s a blinding bright light that falls from his mouth and quickly floods the room. “This is what heaven looks like. And you, you look like an angel. Your time is up.” He presses a button on the wall and I am shocked by the electrical chair until I am pronounced dead. My vision is black, and there is nothing. I take the bag off my head.

I hold the bag in my hands in my living room, and turn on the television to Local News Channel 5. There is breaking news. Just wonderful! I’ve been so bored sitting alone with this bag on my head. The newscaster announces that the twenty hours of wearing the paper bag are up, and displays an image of my gravestone. Congratulations, he says. You’ve made it to heaven. I sigh heavily with relief and wait for my letter of discharge from life in the mail.

Three days later, I find an envelope in my mailbox. The return address cannot be displayed here for the all intended purpose of protecting the safety of the sender. I excitedly open it up and take out the contents; it’s a postcard with an image of my own apartment on the back. It reads: “We’re so sorry. We’re so sorry for who you are.” I pin the letter up on the north wall of my room. I notice my gun is missing. I fall into my bed and beg for a dream.

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