#cause I need a serious memory refreshment on it

[juanarc-thethird]

I'm Going to Be a What?! Part 2

Do you know what it means… Part 1 --------------

Jaune is sunbathing while having an iced tea.

Jaune: This is life~

*Ting*

Neon (Text): Come to my room.

Jaune: Right now?

*Ting*

Neon (Text): YES, RIGHT NOW

Jaune: *Looks around* How de fuck?... Well, let's see what she wants.

After a while, Jaune arrives at Neon's room.

Jaune: Neon, I'm here. What up?

Neon: *Smiles* Do you know if your sister could lend you Adrian's newborn clothes?

She says with her hands behind her back.

Jaune: Is that why you called me?

Neon: Just answer the question.

Jaune: Well... I think so. Why do you ask?

Neon: Cause you're going to be a daddy~

Hearing that, Jaune explodes with laughter.

Jaune: Ahahaha! Yeah right. No seriously, why am I here?

Neon: I'm not joking.

Jaune: *Smiling* Stop playing, just tell me the truth.

Neon: *Serious* I am

Jaune: But we never had....

*Bam!*

Just then Harriet comes into the room, kicking the door open.

Harriet: *Angry* Jaune!

Neon: Oh, she looks mad.

Jaune: *Scared* Y-Yes?!

Harriet: I'm going to kick your ass!

Jaune: Why?! What did I do?!

Harriet: What did you do? This was what you did!

Harriet: You got me pregnant, asshole!

Jaune: WHAT?! HOW?!

Harriet: You know damn well how, you jerk!

Elm: *Comes in* What's going on here?

Jaune: *Hides behind her* Elm help me! Harriet wants to kick my ass!

Harriet: Stay out Elm. He deserves this for knocking me up.

Elm: Wait, you too?

Jaune: *Moves away* "You too?" Are you saying that you are...

Elm: Yes, I'm pregnant. All thanks to you, honey~

Neon: *Excited* Oh my god! Congratulations!

Elm: *Smiles* Thank you.

Jaune: *Worry* Three pregnant women? How did this happen?

Elm: Well, it was to be expected after several… "sessions"

Jaune: But I have never-!

Robyn: *Interrupts him* Jaune, we need to talk. *Says in a serious tone*

They all turn to see her, they realized that she and her friend Fiona entered the room without them noticing.

Harriet: *Ready to fight* What do you two want?!

Jaune: Relax, I just came to talk to Jaune about something important.

Elm: And that is?…

Robyn: Jaune...

Jaune: Y-Yes?

Robyn: I hope you are ready to take responsibility. These two babies will need their father.

Jaune: But I haven't- Wait, how do you know you're having twins?

Robyn: I never said I'd have twins. *Looks at Fiona*

Jaune: *He follows her gaze*

Fiona: *Shy* Surprise.

Jaune: *About to faint* Oh God.

Neon: *Supports him* Wow, easy there.

Jaune: I don't understand, how can this happen?

Robyn: Well, to be honest, it was hard not to resist you after you…

She stops talking, blushing at the memory of what happened that night.

Fiona: *Touching her cheeks while she is blushing* You were such an animal~ *giggles*

Jaune: Hold on, what happen?

Sienna: You know very well what happened.

The White Fang leader interrupts as she enters the room through the window.

Neon: Sienna Khan?! What are you doing here?!

Sienna: Nothing important, I just came to pick up...

Sienna: ...my child's father.

Jaune: Wait a minute, this is the first time I've seen you!

Sienna: *Gasp* How can you say that? After having that magical night together.

Jaune: What a magical night?! I do not remember anything about that!

Sienna: I see I'll have to refresh my memory. *She begins to unbutton her pants*

Jaune: What are you doing?! Stop!

*BOMB!*

An explosion appears on the ceiling, blowing a hole in it. From there appears Raven, the leader of the Branwen tribe. She looks angry, you can see how her maiden powers show in her eyes.

Raven: Arc!

Jaune: Oh fuck!

Jaune was about to escape but was stopped by the second in command, Vernal.

Vernal: Where do you think you're going handsome?

Jaune: Please let me go, I don't want to die!

Vernal: Die? Ahahaha! You're wrong, we come to take you to our tribe.

Jaune: Why?!

Raven: Because of this!

Raven: I told you not to come inside.

Jaune: I got my friend's mother pregnant?!

Raven: And Vernal too!

Vernal: Being honest, it was a little my fault. I shouldn't have trapped you with my legs. I don't mind doing it again if you want~

Jaune: Eh?!

*Knock Knock*

Willow: Sorry to bother you. But this is important, Jaune...

Jaune: *Quietly* Please don't say it. Please don't say it. Please don't say it.

Willow: Um... I left my husband like you told me.

Jaune: Oh... *Happy* Good for you.

Willow: Thank you. Now we can live together with our baby.

At that moment Jaune stands up as quickly as possible and runs towards the window, ready to jump to his freedom. He could already feel it, the pure air of freedom. The sweet aroma of irresponsibility. Oh what a good life. Unfortunately he was stop by the telekinetic power of a beloved professor.

Glynda: And where do you think you're going?

Jaune: *Surprise* Professor Goodwitch! What are you doing here?!

Glynda: I came to talk to you in private, but I see that this is no longer necessary. Jaune...

Glynda: I am also pregnant.

Jaune: No!

Glynda: And I already told your mom.

Jaune; NO!!! This is impossible! I have never had sex with any of you! And I can prove it!

Harriet: *upset* And how do you plan to prove your innocence?

Jaune: With this!

At that moment he takes out the relic of knowledge.

Jaune: With a simple question, I could prove my innocence. Jinn!

Jaune mentions the special name, and a beautiful, big, blue woman emerges from the relic.

Jinn: What is your question?

Jaune: Jinn, have I got a woman pregnant? (Hehehe, I will finally prove my innocence)

Jinn: Yes you have impregnated a woman.

Jaune: What?

Harriet: Ha! *She yells, happy that he was wrong*

Jinn: Eleven women in total to be exact.

Jaune: Eleven?! But there are only ten of them.

Jinn: Yes, but with me...

Jinn: ...we are eleven

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Jaune: *Wakes up* AAAAAH!

He looks around and realizes that he is in his room, all alone.

Jaune: Thank god it was just a dream. *Goes back to sleep*

Meanwhile in another room.

Ruby: So he fainted with you girls after getting the news?

Neon: Yeah, we left him in his room to rest a bit. Maybe by the time his mom arrives he won't faint anymore.

Yang: What time is she going to arrive?

Glynda: She will arrive in three hours.

Weiss: We have time to prepare a welcome party. Who wants to help me?

Several girls raising their hands.

Weiss: Let's go then.

Weiss with her group leaves the room.

Cinder: I still don't understand how he doesn't remember what happened.

Salem: I already told you, using your semblance during the "Act" can cause a side effect. In Jaune's case, memory loss.

Elm: Maybe we should film it next time?

Neo: "I love that idea😍. Let's do it!😈"

Blake: *Excited* I'll bring my camera!

#jaune arc #neon katt #harriet bree #elm ederne #sienna khan #robyn hill #fiona thyme #raven branwen #vernal branwen #willow schnee #glynda goodwitch #rwby jinn #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #cinder fall #rwby salem #rwby neopolitan #rwby neo #blake belladonna #rwby #rwby shitpost #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #jaune

[whorekneecentral]

Wait hang on, I just saw ur post!! THANK UUUU!!!🥳

Fernando x Hamilton!reader where they’re in a secret relationship that most people know about: except Lewis, who doesn’t find out abt the whole arrangement until he catches them making out behind the Merc motorhome

- nando anon

you guys are soooo into this old man but.. anyways -- tw: age gap! (reader is 25-27)

It was unseasonably warm in France this weekend. The hospitality building was full because everyone was hiding from the heat, trying to cool down in the air conditioned building for as long as possible before having to go back outside.

Your brother, Lewis, sat next to you while George and Carmen across from you two. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk," you announce, getting up when you notice the time on your phone.

Lewis looks over at you, his brows furrow. "You're going out in this heat?"

"I just need some air, it's cramped in here."

He nods, "okay, be careful." He hands you his water bottle and you take it, confused. "You'll need water, it's hot out there."

You set the bottle back down and George gets up. "I forgot something in my driver's room," he says and Carmen stands too. "I have some work to finish up, I'll walk you out?" Carmen links arms with you, pulling you away from the table.

"Are you going to see him?" She asks quietly when you were far enough away from Lewis.

"Who?" you looked at her confused. Carmen gives you a look, "y/n, we all know." She giggled, "you need to be careful, your brother was asking George if he thinks you're seeing someone."

George appears behind you two, standing between the two of you with his arms over your shoulders. "Plus, isn't Fernando too old for you?" He asks and earns an elbow in the side from both you and Carmen.

"Leave the girl alone," she tells her boyfriend. "Just be careful, okay?" She gives your arm a squeeze, the two of them leaving you as you step out the backdoors.

Behind the hospitality was fairly quiet, considering there was currently a heat wave and nobody wanted to be out.

"You're late." He says, his voice pulling your attention and causing you to turn.

"I'm never late, you're just early." You smiled, walking over to the man.

Fernando's hand rests on your waist, your back against the building as you looked at him. "I missed you," he says and you can't help the smile on your face.

"I saw you this morning, remember?"

The whole thing between you two started by accident; one too many drinks post race and you ended up in bed together. The more time you spent with him, the more you realized you liked him.

You has spent last night with him, Fernando sweet talking you into spending the night in his room.

"I don't remember," he mumbles, his lips meet your neck, kissing over the chain that hung on your neck.

"I knew you were old, but has your memory gone already?" You joked, earning a pinch to the side.

"I think I might need a refresher," he says, hand cupping your jaw.

"Well," you start, "I think it was something like this." You lean in to kiss him, pulling his hand to your waist. Fernando's hand finds it way down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. His other hand was on your thigh, pulling your leg up to hitch on his hip and you can feel it wander up your bare leg and just under the hem of your skirt.

"Are you fucking serious ?" The man groans, causing you two to separate and look in the direction of the noise.

Your brother stood there with his hands on his hips, an exasperated look on his face, much like a disappointed father.

"What are you doing out here?" You asked, fixing your skirt.

"What am I doing? What are you doing? You were taking forever to come back in so I thought I'd come out and check on you to see if you got a heat stroke or something, but instead I find you making out with Fernando of all people."

"I mean, I came onto him just to make it clear before you try to beat him up or something." You giggled, you can feel Fernando's hand on your lower back as he stood next to you.

"It's not funny, y/n."

"It is, actually." You tell your brother, the man rolling his eyes. "Whatever," he sighs, "just be.. safe. I don't need my niece or nephew to be an Alonso."

"What's wrong with being an Alonso?!" Fernando shouts after him as he walked back into the hospitality building.

#fernando alonso #fernando alonso smut #fernando alonso x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton #nando anon :)

[hopeforkitten]

help with narcissism

Raphael is reading Tav's diary. And Tav likes Raphael terribly as her new patron.

Tav was about to go to bed, just like her roommate Korilla, when a note appeared right in front of the girl's face, calling her to Raphael. She cast a questioning glance at her mentor, which only made her spread her hands, it's not every day that the master calls at such a late hour. Tav considered for a while whether she should dress in a more appropriate look, but since there were no additional instructions, she went to Raphael right in long white pajamas.

The invitation took her to the boudoir, where Raphael was sitting in his diabolical form at a dressing table, and a short banquette stood at a distance from him.

The prepared scene

Flashed through Tav's mind. Perhaps her should not rush and wait for her to be offered a seat. She kept her distance from Raphael but stood behind him to see him in the mirror.

"Lord Raphael, you called me"

"That's right, honey, you and I need to talk about something."

Tav is surprised by the unexpected treatment and continues.

"And what do you want to talk about?"

"About yours... written work"

Thoughts slowly run through the sleepy head of Tav.

"Written work... Do you mean reports to you? I wrote them based on Korilla's samples, but I do not exclude that I might have missed something."

"No, there is something more interesting here."

The girl's eyes walk around the room, but Raphael does not see understanding in them and continues his planned script.

"Maybe this will refresh your memory." an open notebook appeared in his hand, "I will quote. My new master is so handsome. I love watching him at work, and any expression on his face is awe-inspiring. Even when he shows irritation and anger, his wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth seem perfectly sculpted, like on a majestic statue. And the wonderful shade of his skin causes a taste of honey on the tongue."

Tav realized from the first words that this was her diary, and in the course of his speech, a storm of feelings fought in her, but mostly shame and embarrassment. Her body also struggled, she wanted to hide her face and shrink into an inconspicuous ball. Raphael usually did not tolerate unnecessary movements, but the informal subject of conversation seemed to allow her to do so, especially since he was not looking at her, and she was not told to look at him.

Towards the end of the quote, she was sitting on a well-placed banquette, resting her elbows on her knees and covering her maroon face with her hands.

Raphael finished his speech, he slammed the notebook shut and it disappeared in a cloud of fiery sparks. Looking cunningly at the reflection, he lowered his wing so that he could see Tav.

"I see you all remember, don't you?"

The girl realized that she couldn't hide anymore and needed to answer.

"Yes, it's from my diary,"

Tav straightened up for an answer and began to straighten her hair.

"That's great. You know, I am honored by your writing talent, but I want to tell you that it is a very bad idea to record my affairs, clients and your assignments in your diary, I would like it to be more confidential information. Do you understand everything?"

Tav quickly recovered from the change of conversation to a more serious one. Trying to calm her excitement by saying that I haven't written anything about Raphael's deals yet.

"Yes, Master, I understand everything. No working information..."

She hesitated so as not to call it her diary or even worse personal notes, as if indicating her dissatisfaction with his interference. "... on paper."

"Okay, I'll count on your discretion"

Tav breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the subject of the dialogue was over and she could return to the room and try to forget this shame is in a dream. But Raphael had other plans.

"As for the topics of your letter... It gave me great pleasure."

Tav's hopes were dashed when he continued, and the blush began to return to her face.

"I would like to know what your thoughts are about my current form."

The girl's eyes widen and her heart beats faster, as if at the behest of a spell and a snap of her fingers. Maybe she just misheard?

Tav clears his throat, "Excuse me?"

"You can hear everything perfectly. What can you say about the devil's form?"

The girl swallows and realizes that there is no option to escape. She catches a thought where she recently described her experiences about this form and begins to hesitantly voice them.

"Well... your skin is the color of ripe cherries, matching your fragrance.  And your face seems more elongated, partly because of the horns, I suppose. Your horns..." Tav's thoughts unfold freely, and his gaze stops looking for salvation in the floor and begins to examine the devil. "I think I've already memorized their shape, but every time they seem so beautiful, I highlight something new. At the base they are quite massive and diverge in different directions, this gives you a formidable appearance, reflects the rough nature and strength. I suppose that's what most devils need from their horns, but you have something more. Then they stretch upwards, become thinner and more elegant, but their spines retain a frightening appearance. And the small horns look like twigs of a tree and lazily repeat the shape of the big ones."

Raphael listens attentively and his gaze in the mirror moves from his reflection to Tav, which makes her hide her eyes, but desperately wants to continue.

"And your wings. I like that they hang loosely behind your back and when you stand they already reach the floor. They seem so heavy, although if their task is to grant flight, surely this is not so. I suppose they are very strong, that's why you have such a wide back..." Tav pulled herself away, entering dangerous reasoning territory and clasped her hands in her lap. "And there's a claw on top. You can also forget about him against the background of a soft red wing, but he looks quite menacing."

"What is the conclusion of your speech, little mouse?"

Tav was glad that this part of the interrogation was over, but the answer to a new question threatened to slip off her tongue. I love you

"You are very beautiful, lord"

"And the other conclusion?"

I love you

"Um... you've done a great job of creating an image."

I love you!!!

"Okay, so be it. And the last question. Am I really that old in your eyes?"

Tav was discouraged by this unexpected question.

"Not at all, Raphael," She was even afraid that he thought so, because it could be taken as an insult.  "I didn't mean it that way."

Raphael picks up a small jar of cream from the edge of the table. And Tav stops his excuses by watching his actions.

How he gently takes the cream on the pad of his finger and applies it to his face with massage movements.

He walks all over his face at a relaxed pace while Tav awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other behind his back.

"Come to me"

His voice snaps her out of her thoughts and she goes to the side of the chair, he in turn turns to her. Finally, they look at each other in a straight line, and not through a mirror.

"Have you washed your face?"

"Yes"

Tav looks confused as Raphael does not remove the cream, but on the contrary takes a little more on his finger and begins to apply it to her cheekbones.

Tav stops breathing.

"Dear, you are very attentive. However, there is a little advice."

The cream gives off a light smell and a feeling of freshness. And she almost wants to cry because the chill of the cream hides the heat of Raphael's hand from her.

"At the next formal meeting, pay attention not only to me, but more to the clients and the environment."

However, the more massage movements he makes, the faster the cream is absorbed, revealing the temperature of his fingers to her.

"If you notice something that I missed, because I'm playing my role, it will be useful"

His movements are incredibly attentive and gentle. But still, when he spends around his eyes, Tav prefers to close them, fearing claws and wanting to surrender to sensations.

Raphael stops and for a few moments they still look at each other. His palm descends and now his whole palm touches Tav's cheek.  There is more than enough of this feeling, and she flinches, betraying her nervousness.

Raphael smiles and looks softer than ever, especially unusual with his demonic black eyes.

"You're beautiful too. I like this young face."

Tav gets lost, her want there to be a pillow next to which you can scream.

"T-Thank you, that's very kind"

"I liked the other lines from your diary"

My God, a couple more of these moves and Tav will faint.

"You wrote about the heat of the spells that you use and wondered about the heat of the demonic body."

He thoughtfully lowers his palm down and takes Tav by the wrist, pulling her hand away from him. Her mouth threatens to fill with saliva and the girl decides to speak.

"Y-Yes, your skin is hotter,"

Raphael smiles once more at Tav's emotions and lets go of her hand.

"You also wrote that you are honored to be my warlock. You may not have enough skills yet, but you'll be a great assistant."

It sounded almost like a fatherly compliment, and he touched her shoulder briefly.

"Thank you, I-I will try a lot to meet your expectations."

Tav needs to run away from here, she won't stand any more questions.

"All right, mouse. I'll be looking forward to it. You can go."

Oh holy hell.

Tav breaks down in gratitude once more and hurriedly returns to his room.

Korilla assesses her agitated appearance and asks a question with just a glance.

"It's better to talk about it in the morning, I beg you."

Tav answers, throwing up his arms in a defensive pose. While she heads to the bed and quickly climbs under the covers, finally not feeling the attentive gaze on her.

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #I just wanted her to be anointed with cream #I really wanted to write “Thank you for appreciating my beauty at the proper level” for Raphael #but I restrained myself

[the-grimm-writer]

Opposites

(Greaser! Dabi x Reader)

warnings: major character death, non-con, breeding kink, manipulation, drug use, drinking, misogyny, slight bondage 

honestly just using the 1960s aesthetic (not the accurate time cause it sucks ass) because who doesn’t want scummy greaser dabi 

Dabi felt his lips stretch into a mocking smirk as he watched the preppy male in front of him struggling to get up. He slowly stood up and gave him a fierce glare that could make other people intimidated, but did nothing but make the greaser laugh.

Struggling to catch his breath as he coughed up blood, he sneered. "Kicking someone when they're down, huh? Real mature. Even if I don't win this I'm still a bigger man than you'll ever be.” He sauntered towards him and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to collapse onto the hot concrete. 

“Like I’m concerned about what a little bitch’s definition of a man is,” Dabi retaliated, rolling his eyes. “Not so tough now, huh?” 

The brunette looked up at him, golden eyes connecting with electric blue. “Whatever, just stay away from (Y/n).” 

He raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence.”I’m sorry, who’s that? You’ll have to refresh my memory.” He was taunting him, both of them knew that. Instead of thinking about it too much, Dabi decided he wouldn’t let him respond, not wanting to hear him go on about his beloved girlfriend. 

“Kai! Kai!” Dabi had his foot raised, ready to kick him again, and everyone turned their attention to you, running towards them. 

“(Y/n)?” Kai groaned. “What are you doing here? Get out of here, quick!"

You shook your head, dropping to your knees beside him. "I'm not leaving here without you!” Dabi crossed his arms, looking down at your injured boyfriend with narrowed eyes as you were trying  your best to comfort him. Finally, you turned to him. 

"Oh hey, doll!" Dabi grinned. "Fancy seeing you here. Say, why don't you ditch this loser and come with me? I'll show you what a good time really is." He winked.

You frowned, pretty (e/c) eyes darkening as you scowled at him. "Why are you doing this? Leave him alone!"

He shrugged. "He punched me first, it was self defense, really.” 

Kai held on to you as you helped him back up. You were a little surprised Dabi didn’t charge at him again but you weren’t about to complain. You knew that he wasn’t entirely wrong but you still decided to focus on your boyfriend. 

You wrapped your arm around Kai. “You know what? I don’t care who started it, it’s over now.” 

Dabi rolled his eyes, swimming with annoyance, mixed with amusement. “You need to relax, doll. The whole goody two shoes act is no fun.” 

You began walking back, trying no to give him a reaction like he wanted. All he was trying to do was get a rise out of you. You weren’t like Kai, you had no interest in petty fights or useless arguments. 

Walking away with Kai, you finally stopped when you were far away enough, in a fairly vacant parking lot. He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, hissing softly in pain. 

A frown made its way to your face as you looked at him. He was bruised up, Dabi obviously had the upper hand in that fight. You weren’t surprised, tough as Kai was, he picked fights for fun, while having everything handed to him. “You need to stop doing that.” 

You shook your head when Kai decided to play innocent. “Stop doing what? I didn’t do anything wrong,” he protested. 

“Antagonizing them!” You sighed. “Honestly, Kai, who cares if they’re on the wrong side of the track, I’m pretty sure if you left them alone they would do the same.” 

He sighed. “So what if I mess with them a little bit? They’re always terrorizing our area.” 

Deciding now wasn’t the time to point out that his little friends that followed him around like he was a king did the exact same thing to them, you just brushed off what he said. “I’m serious,” you protested as he grabbed your hands and pulled you against him. “You could get seriously injured one of these days.” 

He could tell that you were getting annoyed with him so he leaned towards you, smiling. “Aw, you can’t stay mad at me. Let me make it up to you, I promise I won’t let it happen again.” 

You tried to stay upset, you really did, but you couldn’t help but smile. You reached up and kissed his lips. "Remember to be over at my house at six, my parents want you over for dinner.” 

Neither of you were aware of the piercing cerulean eyes staring at the both of you with an envious rage. You didn't notice Dabi's friends having to hold him back the moment your lips connected, calming him down as you walked away hand in hand. He let them hold him back, knowing he would do something irrational if they weren’t.

Kai  smiled at you,following the path to your home. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” You hummed softly in response, hoping that was true. 

You had patiently waited. The hours blurred together, and suddenly you were being called down for dinner, the scent of your mothers cooking filled the house. The longer you waited, the more anxious you became, leg shaking as you sat at the table, passing the salad bowl around the table once you had some. You looked up. “Can I be excused from the table please? I need to call Kai real quick, to see what’s going on.” 

When you were excused, you made your way to the telephone, putting his number in on the rotary dial. Kai walked you home, and you had reminded him to come back in a few hours. Now you were standing with the phone pressed to your ear, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for an answer. 

“Helloooo?” You stiffened as you were greeted with slurred speech. 

You looked back as laughter filled the table, your little brother telling a story about what happened at his school that day. 

“Seriously? You’ve been drinking? Kai, you were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You kept your tone hushed, resisting the urge to scream at him so as to not disturb anyone. 

“Babe, don’t be mad,” you could hear obnoxious laughter in the background, and you’d met his friends enough times to recognize their voices. “My buddies came over, and I lost track of time.” 

You pinched the bridge of your nose, praying that you didn’t lose your patience with him while your family was in the house. “Whatever. Just - forget about it. I’ll make up an excuse for you.” 

You could hear the grin in his voice. “I knew I could count on you. I love you.” 

“Kai!” You heard a feminine voice call out when you were about to speak, it didn’t sound familiar to you. “Get over here, baby, you’re missing all the fun!” 

That was the last straw, ignoring the way he tried to tell you it wasn’t what it seemed. "Asshole," you whisper hissed, “Kai Chisaki I wish we never met.” You ignored his drunken protests to not hang up on him.

You loved Kai, at least, you think you did. But sometimes you couldn't stand him. You stood up for him, even though you knew he was in the wrong, you're always there for him. You've forgiven him for all the stupid shit he's done and even tried to help him. And he can't even return the favor by doing this little thing for you. 

Tears sprung in your eyes and you slammed the phone back onto it’s holder, not realizing that would be the last time you ever talked to him. You dried your eyes before making your way back to the dinner table.

"(Y/n)?" Your parents questioned, concerned. "Is everything alright?" 

You nodded. It wasn't like you could tell them, sometimes you felt like they loved Kai more than you. They thought he was a golden boy that could do no wrong. "Yeah, everything's fine, something just came up at his work. He has to stay in late and can’t make it," you lied easily.

"What a good kid," your father nodded in approval. Your brother rolled his eyes, and you mentally agreed with him.

He never hid his dislike for your boyfriend, and sometimes you didn't blame him. The biggest reason why you didn't break up with him most of the time was because your parents would be more devastated than you'd be. That, and you knew he'd lose his shit and hurt not only himself, but others while he was at it. He didn’t handle his liquor well, a fact you had the dismay of living with. 

Taking a shaky breath, you swiftly changed the subject, pretending to be interested in your dad’s work. It was a short dinner, one that seemed longer than it actually was because of your impatience. As soon as everyone finished you started to clean up, volunteering to do so as everyone went to the living room. You liked doing the dishes as much as the next person but it was a nice distraction from your thoughts. 

You took your time, making sure that every dish was spotless before drying and putting them all away in their proper spots. Then you went over to spend some “quality family time” with your parents and little brother. Really, it was just watching television but if it made them happy, you would do it. 

Your father would sit on the couch with a cigar in his mouth, constantly reminiscing about how in his days it was all black and white pictures, with some of them silent films still. You laughed softly to yourself as your sibling groaned and said what you were all thinking, “Get with the times, old man.”

You wished that your life was as easy as these moments. Where the image of a cookie cutter family wasn’t just an act. You didn’t have to worry about the nights you spent with your little brother clinging onto you for comfort as you hid in your room, your parents spent the early hours of the morning in a screaming fit. It was peaceful, and you just prayed that it would stay that way for the rest of the night. But it was never worth getting your hopes up just to get set up for disappointment. 

Upset with the recent events, you excused yourself after an episode of an old black and white show you weren’t paying attention to ending. Just using the excuse that you needed to file for some more scholarships. Your parents had quickly given you the okay, glad you were always taking studies seriously, even in the summer. Your parents didn’t know that you were just staying there for the summer until you got into your choice of university, which was far, far away from here. 

You hoped your parents didn’t come up to your room, because you just went in and plopped down on your bed, staring up at your ceiling. You let out a huff before closing your eyes. You didn’t know what you were going to do about Kai, you thought sleepily, and for now deciding you’d sleep off the stress. 

It was eerily quiet in your house as you walked down stairs the next morning. It creeped you out a little bit, looking around. Had you gotten up earlier than you thought you had and everyone was still asleep? 

Your mom was on the couch crying silently, your father right beside her, rubbing her back, looking on the verge of crying himself but pushed it down. You rushed over to them, thinking that a close friend or family member must have passed or got into an accident. 

At the sight of you, your mother started crying harder, making you step back. “What’s going on?” You said softly, knowing your brother was still upstairs asleep.

“Sit down, (Y/n),” your father responded hushly. You immediately sat down as you were told. He pressed his lips together, a grimm look on his face. “It’s Kai… He was found dead this morning in the fields. A couple found him and immediately reported it. He was shot.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling like time had stopped. You were glad that you were sitting down or else you would have fallen, your knees feeling weak. “Dead?” He nodded, making you feel nauseous. 

“You can stay home for the day, I know it’s a lot of process.” You agreed, letting your parents pull you into a tight hug before sending you upstairs back to bed. 

Sitting back down on the bed, staring at the floor, hoping that you were just in shock and not crying. You curled back, snuggling into the blankets, that sick feeling in your stomach still there. 

The days blurred together leading up to the funeral. You stayed at home for most of it, but you were eager to get back to your life. And besides, you were beginning to look forward to a life without Kai. You’d been planning on breaking up with him anyways, but this way you didn’t have to deal with the backlash that would come with it. 

It got old quickly. The sympathetic stares, the fake offers and comments that they’re there if you ever need to talk to somebody. Even your teachers were going easy on you. You didn’t want special treatment because your boyfriend was dead. 

You didn’t smoke, not falling for the propaganda that they were actually healthy for you, but at the moment you craved one; suddenly understanding why some of your friends who smoked while under stress. 

Getting dressed in the only black dress that you owned and a pair of mary janes, you followed your family out to the car, all of them dressed in their dark attire. 

You felt guilty for the most part just wanting to get this over with. You wished that you were more sympathetic, but Kai had made you so fucking mad the months following up to his death, you knew he was leading himself into a hole. 

In a sick sense, you had been expecting this to happen. Especially since he liked to pick fights with the kids on the other side of town. Nights of getting drunk and being a dick wouldn’t end well, and it was obvious that he was going to piss the wrong person off one day. 

It was a closed casket funeral for obvious reasons, and half the town there for the golden boy's funeral. You numbly accepted the hugs and even more prayers and condolences. You felt your head start to pound as you watched the ones he insisted were his best friends speak about him, obviously leaving out all the illegal shit that they did together. 

Your eyes narrowed. They encouraged his dangerous behavior, therefore they were just as responsible for his death as the one that shot him. You ignored them, your glares enough to keep them from coming up to you. You didn’t do a speech, which you were glad that everyone accepted. You dropped a singular red rose on top of it before walking away from it.

One girl in particular caught your eye. She wasn’t from town, and most definitely not from your school. She was sitting in a corner, alone. Curious, you went up to her, needing to know who she was and how she was connected to Kai. 

“It’s tragic, isn’t it?” You asked, sitting down next to her, legs crossed. 

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, wiping them away with a cloth, turning to you. “I can’t believe that he’s dead. I genuinely believed we had a connection.” 

You sat down next to her, crossing your legs. “Really? Tell me more. Were you and Kai together?” 

She ran her hand through her hair. “Well, we’d been talking for a few months, and we went out a couple times. I was really hoping he’d ask me to be his girlfriend, and the night he died I really thought he was going to.” 

You clenched your fists. “Girlfriend?” 

She sniffled, nodding her head. “Yeah, but he never made it official. I never knew why until… oh.” You could see the panic on her face as she put two and two together. “God, you’re his girlfriend, aren’t you? (Y/n). I’m so sorry!” 

A part of you wanted to snap at her, scream and tell her to leave, slap her. But you know that it wasn’t her fault. She was just another soul added to the long list of people that Kai had manipulated. 

You let out a shaky breath and stood up. “It’s fine. You should be thankful you weren’t his girlfriend.” You weren’t as fortunate.

But unlike him, you were dealing with the consequences of his actions even beyond when he was dead. And it pissed you off to no end. 

Not wanting to deal with this any longer, you hurried up and said your goodbyes, promising the Chisakis you would stop by for dinner one of these nights and kissed his adopted baby sister Eri on the cheek before you left. You alerted your parents you’d be walking home and rushed off.

It was so bright outside, just like the day you’d last seen him alive. With friends sitting together in their cars and chatting with one another, smiling and laughing. Kids running around, embracing their childhood, eating soft ice cream as they screamed with delight while they chased after each other. Delinquents in ripped jeans and leather jackets that stayed huddled together talked among themselves. You almost relaxed, but failed because that’s when you thought about Kai some more. 

A frown fell onto your face as you recalled different memories. Like the time he’d snuck into your home when he knew you were alone babysitting your little brother, blacked out drunk, grabbed your hand and told you that he couldn’t live without you, ignoring how you told him he couldn’t be there. “God, I hate him so much,” you whispered to yourself, thinking that no one was close enough to hear you. 

Laughter interrupted your inner monologue. That, and bumping shoulders with someone. “That’s the spirit, tell me how you really feel.” 

Embarrassed, you slowly looked up at the guy you ran into. “Shit. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t see you there.” 

He chuckled. “It’s fine. Where’d you just come from? A funeral? Or is it some sort of new fashion trend?” 

You nodded your head. “Yeah, a funeral…. My boyfriend died. He was shot.” 

The blond’s eyes widened, looking sympathetically at you. “Oh. I’m sorry for your loss.” 

“Thank you.” You finally got a good observation of him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue overalls, stained with grease. You were guessing he was a mechanic. Scruff around his chin, and hazel, almost amber colored eyes that shined in the sun. 

“I’m Keigo, by the way. But everyone calls me Hawks.” He held his hand out for you to shake and you took it. Now you knew why he looked familiar, your friend had taken her car over to the repair shop and wouldn’t stop raving about the hot mechanic that worked there. 

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n), huh? I know who you are now.” He perked up, looking all too happy to be talking to somebody that just left a funeral. 

You tilted your head, confused. “Really, how so?”

“Dabi.” He smiled, changing the topic. “I almost forgot, where’s my manners?” He dug from his pocket and held out a carton of Marlboro cigarettes that was half empty. “You want a cancer stick of your own?” 

You shook your head politely. “No thanks, I don’t smoke.” 

Hawks nodded in approval. “Good. Don’t start, kid. It’s a nasty habit. Really don’t recommend it.” He dug out a red lighter at the end of the last sentence and lit his own. He let out a puff of smoke before speaking up again. “You know, I’m glad that I ran into you. I was hoping I would, Dabi was just talking about you and I wanted to get a look at you myself.” 

You were confused, but started walking again with him following you. “Why was he talking about me?” 

He shrugged. “It’s a small town, people talk. I’m sorry for your loss.” 

“It’s fine…” 

“Anyways, where are you heading?” He tilted his head, messy blond hair falling against his forehead as he did so. 

You turned to him. “Home. What about you?” 

“Anywhere and everywhere.” He draped his arm around your shoulders, and for some reason you decided to just let him. “Ya know, Dabi may seem like a mean ol’ man but he’s actually soft at heart. Don’t tell him I said that though,” he added. “He may get into fights and gets high off his ass in his free time, but he’s a good guy, promise. And a hard worker.” 

You quirked an eyebrow. “Are you trying to set me up with him or something?” 

He chuckled. “It depends, is it working?” 

“No,” you said bluntly. “I quite literally just got out of a relationship. He died before we even broke up.” 

“Who said it has to be a relationship?” He smirked down at you. “You can just fuck him, let all those frustrations loose. He’d be all too happy to oblige. Hell, I’d offer myself if Dabs wasn’t my pal.” 

You shrugged him off, aggravated now, nose scrunching to hide how his vulgar words flustered you. “That’s disgusting.” 

Keigo pulled you back. “Wait! Just think about it.” He sighed when you narrowed your eyes at him. “C’mon, what do these little boot lickers do for fun anyways? Tip cows? Speed down the dirt roads drunk? Steal from the convenient mart for the thrill, not a necessity? Use daddy’s money to get away with shit everyone does anyways? I think you’re one of the good ones, though, so you should hang with us. Live a little.” 

If you were one of the “good ones” like he said then you wouldn’t even be considering his offer. You would say no and rush away, but you were still curious. Besides, it was a breath of fresh air that he wasn’t treating you like some delicate flower that was about to wilt. You usually avoided parties, but going to one where no one knew your name or situation sounded refreshing; a much needed break. 

You almost wanted to slap yourself as you said, “Fine. I’ll think about it.” Both of you knew that he’d convinced you to go. 

He grinned, digging out of his pocket a piece of paper with an address on it. “I heard  that as a yes. See you then. Promise you won’t regret it.” 

You already were, getting home. Even on your worst days you wouldn’t dream of lying to your parents, but the opportunity quickly presented itself when your little brother rushed over to your parents, begging them to let him go to a sleepover one of his friends was holding. 

Honesty was the best policy, but one little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone as long as it was a secret, right?

You let out a shaky breath. “Can I spend the night at my friend’s too?” You wrapped your arm around your little brother. “I’ll even walk him over to his friend’s before going over there.” 

Your parents looked all too happy to agree, almost making you feel guilty for lying to them. “Of course you can!” Your mother beamed. “Just be careful, you two. Stay close to each other.” 

Walking up the stairs, you packed some things for your brother and then yourself, quickly grabbing a nice dress. It was your favorite one. Then you walked hand in hand with your brother, the sun setting which meant all the kids were already inside for the night and the teens and adults were wandering around doing gods know what. 

You almost chickened out when your brother nearly tripped from running towards the front door of his friends after giving you a quick hug. You took deep breaths as you hid behind one of the houses, getting dressed as quick as you could, praying that no one happened to walk or drive by as you did so. 

Satisfied,you made sure your hair was the way you liked it before you began walking once again. Going back and forth, you contemplated the pros and cons. 

On one side, it was a new experience. That’s what life was all about, wasn’t it? On the other hand, so many things could happen. You didn’t know anyone, and they could easily hurt you when it came down to it. Your small area in town was considered “safe” so you never had to worry about self defense. 

You discussed it with yourself the entire time, and before you knew it you were standing at the front door. There was music blasting, even outside you could feel the bass of drums and guitar in your chest. A bunch of cars were parked outside, most of them old and rusty, a few diamonds in the dozen that were squeaky clean with leather seats and a shiny paint job. For some reason those were the ones that you wanted to avoid. 

There were voices talking and screaming, so when you knocked, you doubted that anyone heard it but you still thought that it was polite to do it before opening the door and stepping inside. 

This wasn’t a place you’d consider your normal spot. Most of your friends would flip if they saw you even remotely in this area. 

It wasn’t trashy, that wasn’t the right word for it, and you didn’t want to be rude. It was a low income area, different from the suburbs you grew up in. The houses were a whole lot smaller and rural, kinda dirty but not too terrible. You looked around, hoping nothing went wrong tonight because you knew well nobody would be calling the police if you did. 

Nervously, you scanned the small (yet large, considering the size of the place) crowd, regretting your choice of clothing. Your dress was too clean, proper for this type of party. You hoped that you could find Keigo, or even Dabi fast. You shifted uncomfortably as some heads turned to get a good look at you. 

Luckily you didn’t have time to panic as you were getting stared at like you were a piece of meat, connecting with a pair of amber eyes. He’d been talking to a pair of girls, but at the sight of you he excused himself and made a b-line towards you. 

Keigo grinned and quickly wrapped his arms around you in a lazy hug. There was something charming about the blond, you couldn’t help but feel comfortable with him. You hugged him back. “I’m glad you could make it, kid. I was getting worried you weren’t going to come for a second there.” 

You smiled, tense. “I was thinking about it,” you admitted. “But I decided to say screw it.” 

He chuckled. “A drink will make you less tense, trust me. You can get it over there.”  He pointed, and you could hardly see the kitchen he was pointing to through the puffy clouds of smoke. 

You nodded, walking over there, missing Dabi that was right behind you, standing beside Keigo as he watched you worm your way through the crowd. 

Dabi shook his head, playfully hitting him. “I could kill you, you know?” 

His best friend let out a bout of obnoxious laughter. “But you won’t!” He jeered. “After all that I’ve done for you.” He pouted and rubbed his shoulder where Dabi punched him. “What was that for?” 

He rolled his eyes and scanned the crowd for you. “For annoying me. And for making (Y/n) come here without telling me first.” 

“There’s this thing called surprises, maybe you should pick up a book once in a while if you can’t tell what that is,” he teased. 

“Fuckin nerd.” Dabi pushed him back. “Thanks man, I’m going to go find her now.” 

You were easy to spot, Dabi almost laughed as he saw your dress. Not because you looked ridiculous, he thought you were cute enough to eat. You just looked like a lamb in a room full of wolves. And he knew others got whiff of that too, so before they could do anything stupid like make a move on you, he sauntered over to you. 

“Long time, no talk.” 

You looked at him, trying your hardest not to check him out. He was painfully attractive, and you could see why half the girls in town secretly drooled over him. “It’s only been… two weeks.” Two long, painful weeks, for the both of you, but for very different reasons. 

“Too long to be away from such a pretty face.” You waved him off, thinking that he was just joking. 

Dabi observed you, laughing when you took a sip of the drink you’d grabbed and scrunched your nose, nearly coughing from how strong it was, the liquor burning your throat all the way down. You set the solo cup down when you finished it. Your cheeks were already flushed, and you had that big, proud smile on your face that let him know it was your first time. 

He chuckled, turning and pouring you another drink. “Here, this should be more to your liking.” 

You took it, taking a cautious sip before your eyes widened. “This is good.” 

“There’s more where that came from.” 

It always amused him, maybe more than it should have, watching good little things like yourself let loose. He hoped you didn’t crash too fast. The night was only getting started. 

You were a lightweight, already laughing away and chatting away like you already knew everyone in the room. Your body buzzed, and you could understand why people liked the feeling so much. But all the new sensations got overwhelming quickly. 

You were getting hot, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and shirt clinging to your skin. Noticing, Dabi grabbed your hand, leaning into you. “Let’s step outside for a moment, c’mon.” 

You nodded your head and followed him, looking around at all the people and their different attire as he led you outside. You greedily inhaled the fresh air, relieved to get away from the clouds of smoke that were waiting for you back inside. 

“So.” He leaned back against the porch railing and looked at you. “How’re you handling Kai’s death? He was a piece of shit, but I’m sorry for your loss, I guess.” 

“Nothing.” You blurted out, feeling the giddiness you were feeling from the alcohol start to die down from the thought of your ex. 

Dabi looked at you, urging you with his eyes for you to explain. 

“I mean, I know that I should be more upset about it, sometimes I feel like a horrible person for not being torn up about it. But a little part of me feels... relieved.” You admitted, much to his shock. “I didn’t even want to be in a relationship with him, I just felt trapped, too pressured into staying with him to do anything. I guess a good chunk of it was because he wasn’t a good guy, not in the way most people thought him to be. I hated it, but could never do anything about it. And it just reminds me of my parents' relationship, pretending everything’s fine and dandy when it’s not. Felt like history repeating itself and I could do nothing about it.” 

Dabi listened in silence, processing everything you told him. It had to be the alcohol making you open up. He should’ve known you’d be a lightweight. 

You stopped and turned to him. “Sorry for ranting to you. I know what you’re thinking, poor little spoiled girl complaining about her life.” 

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think that. I know where you’re coming from.” He smiled bitterly. “The perfect ones are usually the ones with the most to hide.” 

You looked out at the other houses, each one worn down, in dire need of an upgrade. Despite not being in the best circumstances, you always admired how close Dabi’s community was.. “I’ve never thought of it that way. But you’re right… Thank you for understanding.”

Dabi nodded, brushing you off. “Yeah, whatever.” 

“No.” You walked over to him, having to look up at him. “I really do mean it. Thank you.” 

He bent down, a smirk making its way to his face. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think that you’re starting to take a liking to me.” 

A smile twisted your lips upwards. “Maybe I am,” you challenged, leaning up so you were almost kissing. 

“I would. But you’re not ready for that yet,” he mused. 

You always liked challenges. Before the logical side of you took over, the one you knew that would regret ever doing this, you closed your eyes, gently kissing him. 

Dabi immediately responded, arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you close until you looked like a couple making out with each other. A euphoric feeling rushed through him. Kissing you felt better than he ever imagined. 

You whined against his lips, grinding against him, your hands going to pull at his shirt. He groaned, slowly pulling away. You couldn’t tell it took all his willpower to do so. There were so many things he wanted to say, stuck in his throat, lingering on his smooth pink lips. But it wasn’t something that he wanted to say while you were drunk off your ass and most likely wouldn’t remember it the day after. 

He chuckled softly as you pouted, trying to kiss him again. “I thought you wanted me...” 

“I do want you.” You smiled as he pushed you against the wall, one hand balancing himself over you, pressing his forehead against yours. “But when I finally take you I want you to be aware. When I have you, you’ll be sober, and I’ll be the only thing that’s on your mind.”  

He gave you what you wanted, at least a little bit. A short, sweet kiss on the lips. Enough to feel the warmth of his mouth against your own, the faint taste of whiskey on his tongue. But it didn’t last as long as you would have liked. It was a teasing taste yet it still managed to take your breath away. 

Dabi looked smug as he pulled away, grabbing your hand. “Let’s get back inside. We’re missing all the fun.” 

You swore that you hated alcohol. Because once you did one shot, it was hard not to do another. Especially since you were in a rowdy crowd, basically pressing the small glass against your lips and encouraging you to drink it. In a blink of an eye one had turned into six. 

Everything all blurred together. You drank everything in the red solo cup that Dabi had given you. You couldn’t lie, you liked how the alcohol helped you get loose. You were dancing around, hugging the girls around you, cheering each other on and talking like you were close friends that have known each other for a while instead of complete strangers. 

You were grinding against Dabi, a rock and roll song your parents would’ve called the devil’s music and would beat you and send you directly to church if they knew what you were doing. 

Dabi wasn’t so different from Kai. But what made him more attractive was that he knew his flaws, and owned them with no hesitation. He didn’t hide behind a fake perfect appearance and you respected that. Maybe it was because he was off limits, or maybe it was because he felt like a breath of fresh air. 

The night flew by and you woke up on a raggedy old couch, your head pounding like a drum. The small house reeked of bad decisions. The scent of marijuana and alcohol blended together, and it did nothing but make your head pound even more in protest. You’d never had a hangover before, but you were relieved that you had enough experience taking care of Kai to know what to do. This was just the first time you were on the receiving end of it. You sat up, panicking when you saw someone walking out the hallway. 

Messy short blonde hair sticking up in every direction, a scar running down his forehead, you could tell that it’s been healed for a long time but even now it looked painful. He was wearing a white wife beater and black sweatpants, holding a half drank beer bottle in his hand. 

He paused for a second, obviously not expecting to come out to his living room to see someone sitting up on their couch so early in the morning. He took the cigar out of his mouth, letting out a puff and pointing it at you. “You look familiar. You were with Dabi, right?” 

Flustered, you nodded, getting off the couch. “Yes, I’m so sorry, I’ve never really drank that much before.” 

He shrugged. “It happens all the time. There’s a first time for everything.” 

You smiled nervously, looking around. You were glad that you hadn’t brought any valuables, because you would have surely lost it. “Dabi…” Did you kiss him last night?

Confused, he just decided to brush it off. “Take your time, kid. Don’t push yourself too hard, the first hangover is always the worst,” he warned.

“I won’t… Do you need help with anything? This seems like a lot of work to do for one person.” The place was trashed. Empty alcohol bottles thrown everywhere, trash and cigarette buts littered the ground, empty pizza boxes on the counter and floor. You tried to ignore the murky colored stains on the carpet. You’d feel guilty if you just left in this condition. 

“Nah. I have a few others coming over later on to help, thanks. But you know, come crash here anytime. You’re the only one that’s passed out here and offered to help clean up. I like you already.” 

Remembering the time, you were glad that he didn’t accept your offer. Your parents were most likely losing their minds right now. You smiled, waving him goodbye as you left. You liked him too, he seemed like a nice guy. Most of the people you knew would have lost it if a random person was still in their house after a party. Now that you had been in that position, you were glad he wasn’t one of those people. 

Rushing to your home, you knew how bad it was going to look. It was mid afternoon, you were supposed to be back home hours ago. First thing in the morning. You tried thinking of excuses you could use when you 

Your mother was pacing back and forth across the living room, and your father was sitting on the 

“You’re late, young lady.” He said in his stern voice. 

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time! It’s just, everything is slowly starting to go back to normal and I almost forgot how that feels.” You said honestly, hoping for once they’d let this slide. 

After blowing her nose, your mother rushed over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You know what happened to Kai! We just don’t want anything to happen to you as well.” 

“I’m an adult -” 

‘That still lives in our house. Which means you follow our rules. Now go upstairs.” 

Groaning, you begrudgingly did as you were told and went up to your room. You didn’t regret what you did, you needed to feel normal for once. So if you had to stay holed up in your room for a few days before your ridiculously strict father gave you permission to go out again, you would gladly do it. 

You glanced at your little brother as you walked past, who looked up at you with a smile. “If it helps, Miss. Fields baked a pie for you, as a get better soon gift, she said. 

Smiling, you ruffled his hair. “Well next time you stay over there tell her I said thank you.” 

The next few days passed slowly, and you found yourself staring up at the ceiling waiting for time to pass. Even if you didn’t agree with it, you understood that they were just worried about you. It still was upsetting, all you had was to reread your books. 

Your prayer was answered on Saturday night. You were in your room, having just finished dinner when there was a knock on the door. You didn’t think anything of it, it had been a few weeks sense Kai’s death and neighbors were still checking up asking how you were. 

“Is (Y/n) home?” You immediately perked up when you heard your friend’s voice. “We were going to take her to the drive-in as a surprise since everything that’s happened…” She trailed off, looking at your parents. She didn’t want to mention Kai’s name just in case. 

You were shocked, rushing down the stairs towards your friends who were talking to your parents. 

“I don’t know.” Your father sighed, shaking his head. “Now’s not really a good time. 

“Please!” You looked at your parents eagerly, you could tell your friends in the back were helping your cause, eagerly looking up at them. “We’ll take good care of (Y/n), Mr. and Mrs. (L/n)!” 

“Yeah, we won’t let her out of our site!” Chimed your other friend. 

Sighing, your father looked at your mother. When she gave a nod of her head he turned back to you. “Oh, alright. Go have fun.” 

“But not for too long!” Your mother added. “We expect you to be home before midnight.” Your three friends cheered, thanking your parents and quickly pulling you away before they could change their mind. 

You left the house laughing, linking arms with them as you skipped over to your friend's car. You sat in the back of your friend’s cherry red car, resting your head against the tan leather seat, enjoying the wind blowing in your hair as they drove off.

The drive in was one of the very few places you’d see everyone hanging out together. It was filled with either groups of friends like yours goofing around and enjoying the movie on the screen, or couples making out and hooking up in the back of their cars. 

“I’m going to go get a coke,” you told your friends once the car was parked. The line wasn’t too long, thankfully. Getting there at just the perfect time. You were about to get in the line, and perked up when you saw a familiar blond, deciding you’d go up to him real quick before you got your drink. 

You didn’t recognize anyone else in the group, but you thought it would be good to say hi to Keigo. He had been nothing but nice to you, after all. He was in the middle of a conversation, shrugging off his leather jacket and flipping it over his shoulder. 

It was rude to snoop, and you were just about to walk away when you heard your ex’s name. 

“So is it true? Dabi’s the one that finally took that Chisaki brat out?” They were gathered in a circle, all of them looking at him eagerly. 

“Yeah,” Keigo chuckled. “It was a real shit show, but you know Dabi. He only gave him what that shit head deserved.” 

“And stole his girl too.” Another added, making the group burst into laughter.

You stepped back, covering your mouth as you felt nauseous. You couldn’t believe that you’d given Dabi the benefit of the doubt, or any of his friends, for that matter. You just didn’t want to admit the rumors of them being dangerous was true. But now - you had to get out of here. And as much as you and Kai left on bad terms, he deserved justice. Well, his family at least deserved to know what happened that night. 

There was a guy with light blue hair and red eyes standing beside Keigo noticed you first. He nudged him, staring at you but Keigo was too into telling the story to notice until he hit his arm.

“Huh?” Golden eyes flickered towards you. “Oh, hey, (Y/n). I don’t know how much you heard but it isn’t what it sounds li-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when you turned around and made a b-line to where your friends were waiting for you. 

You didn’t hear him swearing to himself, pushing his friends back and going to the nearest payphone to alert Dabi of what was about to happen. 

You shakily returned to your group of friends, who looked concerned. “You look shaken up! Did one of those guys bother you again? I thought you went to get a coke.” 

Shaking your head, you leaned against the car. “No, nothing happened. They were out. I just saw someone who looked like Kai and it shook me up a little.” You felt bad for lying to your friends, especially when they looked at you like you were a wounded puppy. 

“Oh. If that’s the case do you want to go home?” Your friend on the driver's side spoke up first. 

You immediately nodded, glad you found a way out. “Yeah, I don't feel so great, so I’m just going to head back early. Don’t worry though! You guys stay here!” 

They looked hesitant. “Are you sure? We don’t mind leaving early, it’s no problem driving you there instead of walking.” 

You smiled and nodded, hugging them all. “I’ll be fine, it’s only about a fifteen minute walk, anyways. Besides, I need the fresh air,” you reassured them. Even though they weren’t sure about it, you were relieved that they let you go. 

Dabi’s place was around a half hour away. You walked there slowly, despite hearing the sound of thunder in the distance. Your parents would be wanting you home earlier cause of the rain, and would be scolding you for leaving your friends, but that was the least of your concerns. 

You were shaking even before the rain started. You were so furious that you weren’t thinking straight. Logically, you knew that you should’ve called the police, but you needed to hear it from him first. That it was true. 

Rain was pouring down as you stormed towards the front door, pounding on it as hard as you could. When there was a moment of silence, you starting knocking against it with both of your hands. “Dabi!” You screamed out. “Come on! I know you’re in there.” 

Dabi answered it wearing a white wife beater, exposing his muscles. “Well, well.” He crossed his arms, a lit cigarette dangling between his lips. “Finally come around, huh?” 

You pushed your wet hair out of your face as you looked up at him. “It was you! I know you killed him!” You were shaking as you stepped closer so he could hear you talk. “You shot Kai.”

He feigned innocence with a look of confusion. “Doll, I’m a lot of things but a killer isn’t one of them.” 

“Don’t lie to me! I know you did it! I --” You stopped for a second. You really didn’t have any hard proof that he did anything, besides overhearing something his friend said. “--I heard it. I just know. Keigo himself confirmed it.” 

Dabi laughed, playfully blowing smoke in your face. You immediately stepped back, waving it away. "So, what? You came here by yourself without any evidence, no backup, nothing, accusing me of murdering your ex boyfriend? That's cute. Now get your ass in here before you get yourself sick."

You knew it wasn't a good idea to do it. You should have said no and left, taking your chances out in the pouring rain, but you let him grab your wrist and pull you inside. 

“I don’t know if you remember the other night.” He went over to a closet and got out a towel, throwing it to you as you just stood there, water dripping. “But I wasn’t lying when I said I care about you, (Y/n).” 

Drying yourself off, you hesitantly sat down beside him when he patted the seat next to him on the couch. “I’m not sure what to believe anymore.” 

“You know why I go by Dabi, (Y/n)?” You shook your head, confused. You thought that was his name, everyone called him that. 

He smiled bitterly. "You might know me better as Touya."

You gasped. "Touya Todoroki? Like that boy who went missing years back?" It had been on the news for months when it happened, but as time went by they just considered him dead and the hype lowered considerably until people stopped talking about it all together.  

He nodded. "That's me. I ran away. I was homeless for a good month or two before I ran into Keigo and he helped me out. Took me in, made sure my bastard father would never find me. I tried to get my siblings out of there too but wasn't able to. Old man would have had me thrown into jail, or worse."

You felt horrible for him, though you were still confused. "I'm glad you got out of there... " You almost added the word safely but didn't. There was nothing safe about Dabi. "But why are you telling me this?"

The male shrugged in response, rolling the blunt. “You may not believe it, but I like you, doll, I really do. That’s why I want to help you, you remind me of myself in a way.”

Looking at what he was doing, you were shocked when he pressed the joint against your lips, the lighter in his other hand. “Inhale, but don’t do it too hard. Don’t want you to take too big a hit your first time.”

Dabi laughed as you broke into a fit of coughs. You don’t know what it was about Dabi that he managed to convince you to do things you’d normally never do, even when you were on edge. Not even Kai could get you to do things like that, no matter how hard he tried to persuade you. 

Just after a few minutes your mouth was dry and your eyes were red. It was a strange feeling, getting high. Everything felt so light. And when Dabi got you a glass of water, you just drank it, not noticing the bubbles in the water that weren’t supposed to be there, from the pill that just dissolved in it. 

After a minute or so, you were starting to feel different already. Your body felt heavy, like you couldn’t move because there was something heavy on top of you. Hazily, you looked at Dabi who had a grin on his face, making it clear that he had something to do with how you were feeling. 

“Wanna know something?” He pulled you into his arms and you groaned, lolling your head back as you were now on his lap. “I did kill that motherfucker you used to call a boyfriend. You wanna know why? He showed up in our spot shitfaced, pulled a knife on Shigaraki, waving it around claiming that he’d be doing the world a favor if he just killed him. Me too, for trying to take you away from him when he charged. So I took out my gun and shot him. Of course him and Kei helped me cover it up, him and his shitty friends deserve to die anyway, and we weren’t about to go down for that.”  

Numbly, you tried to turn away from him. A singular tear fell down your cheek, and you inwardly cringed as his thumb wiped it away and he cooed at you. “Aw, don’t worry, I don’t blame you. Not a bit, you were just blind to his true nature. He didn’t deserve you, hell, I don’t either. But that’s the difference between me and your ex, I’m willing to take what I want. Now get some rest, baby. You’re gonna need it.” 

You tried to fight the drug coursing in your system, your eyelids growing heavy as you barely realized that he was carrying you to his bedroom. You were out like a light the second you hit his bed.  

You knew you fucked up the moment you woke up. Your head throbbed in pain, your arms were uncomfortably above your head, and a cloth had been shoved into your mouth and tied around the back of your head. Aside from that, you would have been comfortable. You were dry, clothes no longer clinging to your skin. Instead of wearing an oversized shirt you could tell by the scent of ash that it wasn’t yours.

Dabi, you thought.

The thought about him sent a surge of panic to go through you, and you tried to sit up, only to be pulled back, a sharp pain shooting through your wrists. You were gagged and cuffed to his bed, it took your hazy mind a minute to process it. The moment you did you began to panic, thrashing around on his bed, kicking the blankets back as you did.

Dabi walked in a few minutes later, smoking another cigarette once again. 

He chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed and observing you. “You know, I’ve always had a thing for ya.” You were still struggling against the cuffs and screaming against the gag, but he was just admiring your beauty, paying it no mind. “I knew from the minute you walked past me that I would wife you up. Maybe that’s one trait I got from my old man. Todorokis can always appreciate beauty when we see it, and we always have to have it.” 

For a moment, you stopped struggling. You didn’t like the way he looked at you, like you were his most prized possession. It made chills go down your spine. 

“Won’t that be nice, doll? I can see it already. We’ll work together perfectly, you'll be such a good mommy, taking care of our kids. I'll always be there, making sure we always have bread on our table. And don't worry, I'll take care of you, my own little housewife."

You shook your head, trying to move away from him. There were so many things wrong with that sick fantasy of his. For starters, you despised the idea of being a housewife for anyone, let alone him. You had planned a future for yourself, waiting to hear back if you’d get the scholarship so you could leave this town once and for all. 

You started to cry, and not just because he was tearing your clothes to shreds with his pocket knife, trailing it down bare skin to show you what could happen if you squirmed around too much.

It made you feel a little better thinking this was always bound to happen. You wouldn't be surprised if he planned to kidnap you with the help of his best friends. Fate just hated you, going from one trapped relationship to the next.  

I hate you, you screamed in your mind.         

You couldn’t say anything with the gag in your mouth, but Dabi was still amused at the muffled swears that flew out of you as he placed his warm hands on your breasts. Licking his lips as his eyes scanned your bare body. You didn’t miss the predatory gleam in his eye, feeling like a prey about to get devoured by a ravenous beast. 

“You know, I wanted to kill the mother fucker long before I did just for kissing you.” Feeling himself getting heated at the thought of your ex, he shook it off. “That doesn't matter anymore, because I’m going to have the rest of your firsts.” 

Tears burned in your eyes as his warm hands ran down your body. His cerulean eyes connected with yours as he rubbed your slit, chuckling when you gasped and almost closed your thighs around his hand. “Are you scared, baby? Never been given the pleasure that you deserve before, huh?” 

You wanted to deny it, but you couldn’t get yourself to shake your head as he gently rubbed your clit with thumb. Smiling at your small moan, he slowly pushed his finger inside you, making your eyes go wide. 

“So tight. You’re doing so good,” he praised,slipping another finger inside you and began pumping his fingers. You started to whimper as you felt your stomach get all warm from the pleasure. You’d touched yourself a few times before, but it had never felt like that. “Yeah? You like it, huh?” His fingers were starting to get coated with your juices he finally pulled away. He licked his fingers, groaning at the taste of your pussy. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely ready now.” 

You went stiff when he stood back up, slowly taking off his clothes. There were tattoos on his chest and stomach, and you tried to distract yourself as he completely got naked. You didn’t understand why Dabi was doing this, he was extremely attractive, You knew he had no problem getting girls, so you didn’t understand why he was doing this to you. 

“You’re mine,” he said softly before he pushed into you. Your eyes went wide, not used to the sudden intrusion. It hurt, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant given how wet he’d gotten you. It took all his will power to continue the slow pace sinking into you. His cock throbbing as your walls sucked him in. The sting was still there as he bottomed into you, but he waited. When he shifted and you didn’t cringe, he started to thrust into you. 

It was confusing, your mind spinning from the mixed signals your body was sending you. But Dabi knew what he was doing, knew exactly what to do to make your body open up to him. You couldn’t tell if  that was worse or not, trying to get you to accept him by using your body. His hips pressed against yours with each testing thrust. 

He undid your gag and threw it to the ground, pressing his lips against your own as he kept a steady pace that worked for the both of you. The sound of skin slapping against skin started to fill the room, ringing in your ears as he groaned. 

“Fuck, Dabi!” You cried out, clenching your fists together, overwhelmed at everything that you were feeling. It felt good, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. The pleasure making your sensitive body shake. “I think I’m gonna -” 

“Cum.” He growled. He’d already been so close, but until he felt you cum around his cock he wasn’t going to yet. 

You nearly screamed as you felt yourself unravel, your toes curling from the sheer force of your first orgasm. You swore you felt tears in your eyes from it, shaking as Dabi quickly followed, his cum thick and warm shooting inside you. 

It took a lot out of you, barely noticing the way his hand pressed against your stomach, looking down at you with a strange look in his eye. It was wishful thinking, but you prayed that your first time wasn’t enough to get you pregnant. Your high was gone quickly, the weight of what just happened crashing into you hard, almost feeling numb. 

He was panting, rolling over before pulling you into his arms. You winced, feeling like your sweaty body was glued to  his own as your back was pressed against his chest. 

“I love you,” Dabi said softly as he kissed your neck, closing his eyes. 

Tears ran down your face as he started to fall asleep. You just laid there, still cuffed to his bed. A position that you knew you’d have to get used to.

#tw noncon #tw major character death #tw drugs #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you #yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #yandere touya #yandere bnha x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #keigo x reader #yandere todoroki #yandere mha #yandere mha x reader #yandere #greaser au #greaser dabi #yandere au #yandere touya x reader #yandere touya todoroki

[hina-has-no-life]

Why only Blitzo has this picture

I've seen the question a few times now and I really want people to understand something about Blitzo that gets overlooked quite a lot, despite the show making it pretty clear: Blitzo doesn't understand love.

That does not mean he doesn't feel it, he very obviously feels platonic, familiar and romantic love. He understands that he does love someone. What he doesn't understand is the intimate nature of love itself. Blitzo has had a difficult childhood that did not teach him emotional intimacy.

We KNOW that Cash, Blitzo's father, is a total scumback. He emotionally blackmails his son into doing something Blitzo himself was against and based on the way Blitzo reacted, this is not a rare occurence. He did not do this the first time in "The Circus".  Blitzo loves his mother more than he does his father, that is why his father could manipulate him so easily. Blitzo learned from a young age that people will use your feelings against you. They will manipulate and use you.

THAT is why he does it to Stolas. He learned that using someones feelings against them is the way to get what you want. Manipulation is his go-to response to reach a goal if he has the option, BECAUSE his father taught him that as a child.

Blitzo became a highly observent person because of his upbringing. Yes, he does have his difficulties with social cues. But being socially observant end being observant in general are two very different things.  Why do you guys think I.M.P. only got caught 2 times in the human world? The first time, in "Murder Family" was caused by Moxxie. The second time was caused by Blitzo AND Moxxie in "Trugh Seekers".

In "Truth Seekers" we see that the moment there is a threat Blitzo not only protects his friends/family but he also got into the only hiding spot immediatly. Despite not seeming like taking care and being on guard in the human world he does map out the area he's in.

So to conclude up to thos point: 

> Blitzo does not understand emotional intimacy 

> Things we do not understand are scary for us! (This is a simple fact of psychology) 

> Blitzo is very observant

We see this behavior from Blitzo much more clear in "The Circus". Once he is caught by the hellhounds Stolas walks Blitzo back to his bedroom.

And what does Blitzo do? He observes EVERYTHING! All he has to do is follow Stolas, he has no intention to return to the palace at this point in time so he does not need to know anything about it. But he still looks around as well as he can while following Stolas.

This serves a purpose. First, he knows the layout of the palace  from his childhood but this refreshes his memory. Second, he gets a glimpse about Stolas life and mental state. We are shown that Blitzo takes in all the portraits in Stolas palace FOR A REASON.  This short walk tells Blitzo that Stolas is unhappy without Stolas ever saying a word about it. This image gets reinforced once Stolas says the "First ever friend" line that get's Blitzo to stay.

Why is that important? Because this establishes a pattern. Blitzo KEEPS watching Stolas during their interactions. In "Loo-Loo-Land" Blitzo plays Bodyguard and we see him keeping track of Stolas and the people on the park.

The moment someone gets close to Stolas and Octavia he is there as long as he is not distracted. In "Harvest Moon Festival" he has such a close eye on Stolas and everyone around him that he notices Striker disappearing and he can stop Striker just in time due to this.

Even in "Ozzie's" Blitzo keeps an eye on Stolas. As long as he isn't distracted by M&M he keeps track on what Stolas does.

Notice where he is looking in all these pictures? He keeps track of Stolas movements. Blitzo is not good with emoti0onal cues but he knows body language. So the body language is what he keeps track of.  And here comes the crux of the issue! Blitzo takes whatever Stolas says serious because he does not understand that Stolas himself isn't aware enough to realize when he is demeaning or condecending.

"You are so cute when you are serious!~" 

"My grimoire is actually important and it isn't supposed to be lend out to itty bitty imps, like yourself!"

Stolas doesn't mean it condecending or to belittle Blitzo, WE know that. But here is the problem for Blitzo: Stolas body language does not disprove the interpretation that Stolas means these statements in a condecending way.  Blitzo likes Stolas, he likes spending time with Stolas. If he truly resented Stolas he would not have accepted the offer to bodyguard or the invitation to the Harvest Moon Festival. He also wouldn't spend time with Stolas outside of the bed but we know he does it.

Stolas has the pictures on his phone to prove it! This implies that they spend time together outside of their full moon deal. But Blitzo always has the same annoyed expression on his face, why?

Being annoyed is his defense mechanism. Whenever Blitzo gets reminded of his trauma or doesn't understand something he gets annoyed and angry. But Stolas didn't press on his trauma buttons until Ozzie so he was never angry, just annoyed.

And here comes the next problem: Blitzo hates himself.

In Blitzo's mind he is the reason all his relationships broke apart. The people he had relationships with are all different so he sees himself as the problem. He makes their life worse. They will all leave him. Their life would be better without him.

This is what Blitzo thinks. That is why he crosses himself out of the pictures. And you know what this leads to? "I don't deserve happyness because I will just ruin this persons life and they will leave me in the and so why sould I even try?"

We have the clues all throughout the show that Blitzo is depressed  and hates himself. Here we actually see this.  

 On a subconcious level Blitzo knows he loves Stolas. That is why he has that picture. He wanted to capture a moment of happiness for himself with the person he loves.

We saw that he does that with all the people in his life. Verosika, Fizz, Moxxie, Millie, Loona and his parents. He has pictures of all of them in a moment of personal happiness for him.

But Loona is the only one that knows he keeps thoose pictures because she lives with him. Nobody else knows that. So why has Blitzo the only picture where he is happy with Stolas?  Because whenever Stolas made a picture there was something to either trigger Blitzo being annoyed or he wanted to hide how happy he was BECAUSE he doesn't want to be vulnerable in front of Stolas.

The picture Blitzo keeps of them is one that is made in total piece. They are lying in the bed, cuddling and Stolas is sleeping soundly. Blitzo never showed Stolas this picture because he is scared to be this vulnerable and he doesn't think he deserves to be happy with Stolas.  Stolas is a powerful demon Prince. Stolas is part of the Ars Goetia, in rank just below the sins. Blitzo sees himself as a fuck-up deserving of suffering. An Imp, the lowest of the low in hell.

Blitzo thinks Stolas deserves better than him.

Blitzo is scared of being emotionally intimate and vulnerable.

Blitzo hates himself and is scared of ruining Stolas life.

This is the moment Blitzo thought "I ruined his life" and "Him rejecting me hurts" At this point in time Blitzo was already in love with Stolas but never allowed himself to show it. Because he himself didn't realize it.

#helluva boss #my analysis #stolas #blitzo #blitzs mental state #welcome to my ted talk #I will post all my twitter threads here too so buckle up I'll go into the heavy stuff more than the lighthearted shit #blitzo needs help #follow me on twitter please

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Ace Trappola Gala Couture Personal Story: Part 1

"I'm counting on you guys, alright?"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Pomefiore Dorm – Ballroom]

Vil: Stop! Both of you, stop there.

Vil: Walking is not done with just your legs, but by holding your pelvis directly right over your thighs. How many times do I have to repeat this?

Jack: …I'm sorry.

Silver: This is really difficult…

Vil: Sigh… Well, I need to step away for a moment to deal with something for my dorm. While I'm gone, make sure to continue with your individual practice!

Vil: If you slack off or otherwise neglect your training, I will not be pleased. Once I return, I will check for any improvements, so keep that in mind.

Ace: At this rate, I wonder if they're going to be alright...

Ace: In order for me to hook the queen, we'll need it to be an irresistible show, but things don't really look too good.

Lilia: You all look to be in a bind, hm. Although it is fun to watch from the side.

Ace: Uwaa!? …Lilia-senpai? Eh, when did you get here?

Lilia: Kufufu, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

Lilia: I've been busy dealing with all the students freezing to the bone, but I was finally able to find some time to come here.

Lilia: I thought I'd come and cheer on Silver, since he is practicing so hard.

Ace: I see～ You coulda just gone and lounged around, but you came all the way to Pomefiore. So nice of you～

Lilia: I could say the same of you. You're watching those two practice so intently. Aren't you riddled with worry?

Ace: Well yeah, of course I'm worried! 'Cause we're all in this together.

Ace: I mean, look at how Jack's moving.

Ace: Maybe it's 'cause he's nervous, but you really can't tell that he's usually so agile from how horribly he's carrying himself.

Lilia: Hmm… True. His peculiar movements seem to remind me of something the longer I watch…

Lilia: Ah! I know. He looks like a bird that's hit his head!

Ace: A bird that hit his head?! I can't say I've ever seen something like that, but it sounds like a totally perfect analogy!

Lilia: His legs are shaking, but he's got such a serious look on his face… That gap makes me laugh!

Ace: Well, now that you mention it, he looks exactly like a flamingo whose head is spinning from being used for croquet.

Lilia: Ooh, a flamingo. I can kind of see how he looks like one, with how cute he looks, being all pink and flustered.

Ace: Yeah, yeah, that. Jack's so easily flustered. It's a shame, isn't it?

Lilia: No, no. I think it's nice and refreshing.

Lilia: If I look more closely, I see that Silver's legs are also shaking from the posture he's holding. It sure brings back memories of when he was just a lad.

Lilia: I feel like I could watch him forever.

Jack: …Tch… Those two are just yammering away… They're totally enjoying this.

Silver: Jack, don't lose focus.

Jack: Ah, yes! I have to ignore it, just ignore it… Don't worry about them, just calm down…

Jack: Okay, this time for sure… Extend my knees, then gracefully… position my pelvis directly right over my thighs…

Ace: Hey Jack, you good～? If you don't know how to walk straight, I can hold you up!

Lilia: Your facial expression is too stiff, too～ It's a show, you need to smile. Come on, smile!

Jack: Ignore them… Ignore them…!

Lilia: Ooh, what unorthodox choreography. His right hand and left leg are swinging out together.

Lilia: Combined with Silver's stiff movements, it does seem to look like two robots dancing. In a way, it’s quite hip. Is that what they are aiming for?

Ace: You two are too nervous! C'mon, c'mon, you guys gotta relax～

Lilia: Yeah, smile, smile! If you keep frowning like that, we won't get our ticket's worth!

Lilia: Gimme my money back～! Even though I didn't actually spend a single madol.

Ace: Yeaaah, yeaaah, give me back the money I lent you the other day to buy a notebook～!

Jack: JUST SHUUUT UUUP!!!!

Jack: What is wrong with you guys!? If you’re just going to bother us, go away!!

Jack: And besides, I paid you back for that notebook the same day!!

Ace: Oh, did you?

Jack: Why'd you remember lending me the money, but not that I returned it, huh?!

Silver: Calm down, Jack. I think you're a tad off topic.

[door opens loudly]

Vil: Your shouting could be heard from outside in the hallway!!!!!

Vil: You two… You were just playing around and not practicing at all, hm…?

Jack: N-No, we weren't!

Jack: We were practicing properly, but these two wouldn't stop heckling us.

Lilia: We were only trying to help soothe your nerves… I'm in shock that you'd say that sort of thing…

Ace: Uwaa, you made him cry～! And after all we were doing to encourage you guys… Jack, you're the worst～

Jack: He's totally fake crying!

Jack: Ugh… We're already dealing with so much trying to get it right. Don't make it worse on us.

Jack: Vil-senpai, Silver-senpai, I'm sorry. I'll throw them both out right away.

Vil: Right. It would be annoying for them to continue interrupting your training, yes.

Lilia: Hmm… What a shame. I would have wanted to watch a little longer.

Ace: Eh, that helped kill some time, so I'll just go somewhere else if I'm gonna be kicked out. Mmkay then, good luck…

Lilia: Oh, I have an idea! Ace, why don't you show them an example of how to walk properly?

Ace: Eh? Me, an example?

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by @girl-in-the-tower.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #jack howl #vil schoenheit #lilia vanrouge #twst ace #twst jack #twst vil #twst lilia #twst silver #twst translation #twst fairy gala

[shinidamachu]

This might sound weird, but I always wanted to see some even the slightest of brother love between Seshomaru and Inuyasha. I understand both of their feelings and PoV. Seshomaru was not only mad at Inuyasha being half demon, he was more mad , because he felt like his own father cared more about Inuyasha and didn’t like him. Inuyasha was left alone on the cruel world, where neither demons and humans accepted him.

But as story continues, their behavior towards each other change and that’s also why Seshomaru was able to finally have Baksuiga. Because he no longer wanted to have Inuyasha sword. There was never shown that the both of them had even the slightest love for each other as brothers, which i feel like is the biggest waste.

I don’t say that I like to see something as Kohaku&Sango siblings relationship, because this would not just fit those two and that would be so out of character, but I wish they would add something like Inuyasha being put in serious danger and Seshomaru being worried, saving his dumb ass and then explaining it by something like “I only came here to finish this enemy” or something simmilar.

I don’t know if this make any sense, but I wish the author of Inuyasha would make some little brotherhood between them two, but on the other hand I understand why they didn’t do that.

This is not weird at all. I totally understand where you're coming from. I just can't relate, personally.

To me, the side of Sesshomaru that felt like his own father cared more about Inuyasha and didn't really like him was more alluded than properly explored.

I feel like the fandom gives him and Takahashi too much credit when it comes to his redemption arc, which maybe it wouldn't be the case if he wasn't so pretty.

The fact that Seshomaru adopted a little human girl, mastered Baksuiga, no longer wanted to have Inuyasha's sword and saved the Inugang members here and there doesn't mean much on that front when he doesn't actually puts on the effort to rebuild their relationship.

Even though he seems to have learned to somewhat respect Inuyasha and doesn't treat him as badly as he once did by the end of the show, there was still a lot of indifference between them and honestly? They both seemed to be fine with that.

Inuyasha doesn't want nor needs Sesshomaru's love and acceptance because he already got that from the family he found. Sesshomaru is the one who could benefit from making amendments in order to finish his redemption arc, but the story ended in a point where this couldn't be done without it feeling forced and out of character.

Sesshomaru was still low key racist, still thought himself above Inuyasha and still cared more about Rin and respected Kagome more than he did Inuyasha. And even if he had tried to reconect with his brother, it doesn't magically erases the bad stuff he did.

We're talking about a man who abandoned his kid brother to his own luck and used the memory of his dead mother to steal one of the few things his father managed to leave for him. If Sesshomaru had done the bare minimum, Inuyasha's life could have been completely different. Maybe Izayoi could even have lived longer, so there's just too much bad blood that.

Plus, I've said this before and I'll say it again: I actually like that Inuyasha wasn't lead to forgive and forget everything just because Sesshomaru is his biological family. He's entitled to his ressentment. Feeling like he doesn't have to cultivate a relationship with the man who caused him so much pain just because it's completely valid and I wish we saw more of that in media. I find it really refreshing.

That being said, I get why you wish we had gotten more brotherly little interactions between them, especially if you're a Sesshomaru stan. But to me, this itch was perfectly scratched with Inuyasha's interactions with Miroku, Shippo and Sota.

I see the appeal of Sesshomaru's character and a hypothetical relationship with Inuyasha. It just never did anything for me specifically, so in the end of the day I feel like this is something I can go without. You can always turn to fanfiction, though.

#Sorry anon I really feel you #But honestly I'd much rather Sesshomaru to stay the fuck away from Inuyasha thank you very much #Sidmailing

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 14: Inner Turmoil

Now, “practically” was the keyword here. But still, he couldn’t be serious walking into the kitchen, where he had known you would be, like that. And not even an idiot like Jeon Jungkook could have possibly foregone the fact that yes indeed, you were a female that during her upbringing had expressed an interest in the other sex. And both of you were adults now.

He didn’t have an excuse to approach you looking like he did.

His dark brown hair was even darker now that it was damp. Though Jungkook ruffled it up in an effort to dry it with the hand towel draped over his shoulder, water still dripped onto him from the tips of his hair. The tiny droplets trickled down the curve of his ears and neck, following the shape of his strong shoulders, sinewy arms and well-defined torso according to the force of gravity. There was a white towel wound loosely around his hips - fortunately covering a majority of the lower part of his body - where the water was finally absorbed.

Jeon Jungkook stood in the opening connecting the kitchen with the hallway, looking like a sinful gift from an otherworldly power, an easy smile on his lips. You dared not appoint any singular god, afraid that the rest of the other possible pantheons would take offence.

Because divine power had definitely been behind whatever good genes caused him to look so alluring.

You almost shook your head. You didn’t need this. Not only were you trying to get Jungkook’s memories back in order to put him back on stage, you also had to mend his and Park Yi-Jae’s relationship, convince your parents to let you off marrying him, find out what Min Yoongi might want to do with the information he held and potentially stop whatever death of character he might conduct, as well as deal with your damned feelings.

Why was Jungkook making everything so complicated?

“Seriously?” you exclaimed as you held up a hand before your eyes and turned away your face, even though both you and Jungkook knew you had stared at him for a long moment. You felt your cheeks flush. “Did you have to walk in on me half-naked?”

“We’ve gone swimming together before,” he said nonchalantly. “Do you have anything fresh to loan?”

“Not since we were children,” you muttered, more to yourself than him. “Couldn’t you have just worn the same clothes you wore on your way here?” you asked half-heartedly.

“Would you have if you were me?”

“No,” you admitted, still looking away. “Look through the duffel bag. I brought your clothes and shoes here yesterday.”

You heard him walk away and peeked through your fingers. No towel-wrapped Jungkook as far as you could see. You exhaled in relief and sunk down on one of the bar chairs. “Get dressed in the toilet. I don’t want to happen upon something.”

A soft snort came in response.

You had calmed your scorching cheeks just in time when he returned, fully dressed. He was just about to open his mouth and, judging by the sly look in his eyes, comment your obvious distress at seeing his naked torso when your phone rang.

It was Kim Sejin.

“Hello?” you answered as you turned away from Jungkook.

“I’m taking it you took him somewhere else,” said the man casually, though a bit of concern still seeped through.

“Yeah,” you said. You heard Jungkook quietly sink down on the bar stool next to you. The fresh smell of soap and hot water filled your nostrils, reminding you that you probably also needed a good refreshing. “We left half an hour or so. We’re currently at my place.”

“Good,” he said. “How is he? Has he come to remember anything?”

“I haven’t really begun,” you admitted.

“I don’t want to pressure you, I really don’t,” replied Kim Sejin. “But there isn’t much time.”

“No, I know.” You glanced at Jungkook over your shoulder. He was begrudgingly stirring the oatmeal with his left hand, his right hand still set in a splint, and gave you a curious look as your eyes locked.

“Just making sure you’re aware,” said Sejin. You heard him take a deep breath before continuing. “Look, if you don’t think you can do it, perhaps--”

“No,” you interrupted. “I can do it.”

“Then I’ll presume the kid will stay at yours?”

“We’ll see,” you said truthfully. You didn’t think it was a good idea to live with Jungkook considering how the dynamic of your relationship had changed, at least on your part, but it would make things easier moneywise. Your family hardly had economic difficulties, but you weren’t ready to buy an apartment just for his sake. And though you could search for rentables, you didn’t know if it was worth the time and effort if you had a couch he could sleep on. If you were separated, the media would probably also have an easier day finding you, considering how much and often you might have to see him.

Besides, Jungkook apparently didn’t want to leave you.

“Alright. Goodbye, (Y/N).”

“Bye,” you said, still deep in thought.

“Who was it?”

Jungkook was halfway through his breakfast. You sighed as you placed your elbow on the island overhang and leaned your chin into your palm. “Your manager,” you told him as you took a spoonful yourself. “He wondered to where I had kidnapped you.”

“It’s that burly guy, right?” asked Jungkook. “He’s been checking on me ever since I woke and you weren’t there.”

“Yes,” you said. “Kim Sejin.”

“Nothing,” he said and shook his head.

“Lovely.”

The two of you ate in silence. You resisted a sigh of resignation as you finished your bowl of oatmeal. What had you gotten yourself into? Where and how would you begin with Jungkook’s amnesia?

Jungkook still had the hand towel draped over his shoulder and used it to absentmindedly dry his hair some more. “School, soon?”

“Yeah,” you said surly, realizing you had another issue to deal with, namely your education and college degree. And Se-Eun was probably freaking out over the news regarding Jungkook. She would assault you at school.

As if you didn’t have enough weighing down your shoulders.

You didn’t know from where to begin. Then, remembering the list you had written and the master list Namjoon had compiled from the joint effort of BTS, you pulled forth them both and placed them on the table. “Could you browse through this?” you asked.

Jungkook eyed your paper first. “This some kind of bucket list of yours, or?” he wondered as he pointed at it. His gaze adopted a suspicious edge when he regarded the master list. “I don’t know what the person who wrote this means. It’s just a list of events.”

“How did you know this was mine?” You couldn’t repress your surprise.

“Your handwriting is crap, (Y/N).”

“Gee,” you muttered. “It’s gotten better over the years.”

“Apparently not since these... hieroglyphs look the same as they always have.”

“It’s not a bucket list, though,” you told him, rolling your eyes at his insult. “It’s a list of things you and I went through these last five years.”

For obvious reasons, you had consciously avoided writing down the day of your engagement, and anything that directly related to that had also been scratched out. You hadn’t had much to add other than that, however, considering the tough schedule and strict regulations Jungkook had been subjugated to ever since his debut. And most of the bullet points were things you doubted he would have remembered, things you and he had done either because you celebrated a holiday or birthday, or because your parents had wanted it. They had been determined to make your engagement feel at least a little natural through dates and private meetings - all of which had been forced.

But not all of them had been awkward. And so you discerned some glimmer of hope.

“And the second list,” you went on, “is a list your group members made. It has all and everything they believed significantly affected you in any way.”

You had read the master list on your way to AMC with fried chicken the day before. It hadn’t avoided your notice that none of them had written about him and Park Yi-Jae.

Whatever that now meant.

Jungkook read your list once, twice, thrice, then treated the master list in a similar fashion. When he glanced up at you, it pained you. Because the expression he wore, of loss, suspicion and incomprehension, did not suit him. Jungkook was strong, hard like iron and would usually never have looked at you with such vulnerability.

Yet you knew, deep within yourself, that he was brittle.

“I…” he began, then swallowed hard. “I… did this really happen?” He pointed at your list. “‘Broke all high-scores at karaoke bar’,” he murmured, then pointed at the master list. “And this… you cannot expect me to just believe this.”

You read the neatly written sentence and suddenly felt your heart sink to your stomach.

Won Daesang Award at MAMA 2016 and cried our eyes out on stage.

You remembered that one. Both Hoseok and Jimin had insisted that you should watch the awarding on YouTube while Yoongi had given them a flinty look. You hadn’t watched it personally, but your parents and Jungkook’s had as well as Se-Eun and her friends.

“Hold up,” you said as you opened the relevant app and began typing. The search “MAMA bts” was almost the first one that popped up and you pressed it. Before long, you and Jungkook watched the award ceremony where a famous actress presented the Daesang award and called forth BTS.

Jungkook was all dressed up, as were his hyungs, and overjoyed as they strutted across the scene. They looked good, all of them being the height of their youth, and the thundering applauses and cheering from you didn’t even know how many fans rang throughout whatever stadium or arena they were in. Namjoon held a brief speech, thanking their fans in both Korean and English, and though the camera had mainly kept to broadcasting his face as he spoke, abruptly, the familiar face of a certain twenty-year-old came into frame.

And he was crying.

You felt your jaw slacken. Since when had the cold, sardonic kid you had grown up with turned into someone who wept in gratefulness on stage?

You were so busy blatantly being in shock that you didn’t notice what the present Jungkook, the amnesic guy sitting next to you, was doing. But as the video came to an ending and you stiffly placed your phone down, you realized he was gripping his spoon and bowl so tightly it was a pure miracle they hadn’t bent or cracked, his knuckles being as white as snow.

“We watched MAMA when we were younger,” whispered Jungkook numbly. His features were blank, his eyes void of any emotion. “When it was called MKMF. Do you remember?”

You couldn’t come up with any type of witty remark, and even if you could, you wouldn’t have uttered them. “Yes,” you said simply.

“I wished, perhaps one day, that I…”

He almost crinkled the paper, as if that would help him in any way. You immediately rose and came to stand right next to him. He was hunched over the island overhang, staring at the master list and the category of “Awards We Have Received”. You hesitantly, then gently laid an arm over his shoulder as you tried to fight down your own desperation at seeing him like this.

Because what if he would remain like this forever?

If you failed, he would.

“How can I not remember?” he asked, his voice a wretched whisper. “In five years, my life changed. How come I cannot remember even one of their faces?”

“Stop it,” you murmured, even as your own despair tore at you. The pressure was immense.

“Did you see me?” he went on, ignoring you. “I… that was me. I stood there, what, just two months ago?” His healthy hand went to his face, grasping it. “I can’t believe it.”

“Stop it,” you repeated, this time all the more firmly. “I can’t stand seeing you like this, Jungkook,” you continued when he wouldn’t move. “Don’t let this destroy you.”

“How can I not?”

You pried away his hand from his face. His soft, familiar brown eyes immediately found yours, though there was a hollow, haunted look in them that reflected your own self-doubt and fear.

You had to be strong.

“Because I’ll help you get through,” you told him softly. “Have some faith, will you? If not in you, at least in me. I swear I will not let you down.”

And, without thinking, you touched his face. You cupped his cheek with one hand, not caring that the tips of your fingers were swallowed in the dampness that was his dark brown hair, and carefully, as if he were a shy, timid forest animal, you caressed him with the fingers of your other hand, starting from his forehead to his jawline, pushing aside his fringe slightly. You allowed yourself, for that brief opening, that moment of weakness from both you and Jungkook, to acknowledge the budding, alien warmth deep inside your chest that had been planted a day long forgotten but grown exponentially clearer ever since you saw him perform.

As his eyes briefly fluttered shut, and you felt him leaning into your palm, the warmth abruptly blossomed, filling you with something akin to hope. Optimism before the prospect of spending the impending three months down a tough road that would most likely would lead to doom no matter your efforts, yet different altogether.

It was happiness. Touching Jeon Jungkook was happiness.

But oh, how it was wrong in all the right kinds of ways.

#MCAF #Ao3 #Wrienne #bts fic #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts jungkook

[reigningmax]

You think cutting of someone's mouth in a pic makes them unrecognizable? And that makes it ok not to tag her?

You posted another pic of her recently, I asked you to tag the fascist, remember? You tagged her after my request, thank you.

Multiple asks, text posts about her are not tagged.

Who is blind? Just scroll at least to the posts about them moving. Refresh your memory. Absolutely nothing is tagged but you talk about her a lot.

It's your choice in the end of the day, just don't complain about small dick fics next time or any other untagged kinks for that matter.

Are you serious right now? I don’t need to tag her if I am merely mentioning her name or posting about him moving. And if there is anything EXPLICITLY about her, it’s tagged. I always tag everything but I’m not here to cater to you being pissy about the woman in his life when she comes up casually in conversation, that’s ridiculous. Did you go to every single blog who was talking about her involvement in the move and decor selection and def didn’t tag?? And I’m SO SORRY if I post something and forget to tag it immediately! But I always go back to add tags so I’m sure you can survive seeing her face for a couple hours at most. Same with a cropped photo! You can see her eye, will it really affect your life so much???Comparing it to yesterdays discussion is insane to me. A fic trope (and it is a trope and a kink cause a) we’ve not seen him naked, b) he looks the same as everyone else average in size when in clothes) being tagged cause it makes someone feel uncomfortable for whatever reason (none of which are to body shame, which people have run with and is a lie) is not on the same level as you not liking his gf and being allergic to seeing her. As I’ve always said, I’ll continue posting about her with him cause I want boyfriend Max content. I tag anything explicitly with her or talking directly about her, not in passing. I always try to post cropped images so people who don’t want wags have them. But this attitude is so shit and the way you have clearly come to me over and over with the same bullshit tone is so annoying so just unfollow me.

#who the fuck do you anons think you are lmao #the holier than thou attitude #the purposely dense interpretations of things #the ever moving goal posts of what is or isn’t ok #asks #anonymous #genuinely fucking insane behavior to think she’s on the same level #as kinks that make people feel uncomfortable #no matter what link #I’m literally disgusted right now lmao #unfollow me

[symphonic-scream]

Hello, fellow Magician!Goro-ist (see https://archiveofourown.org/works/44101893 for explanation)!

It's a refreshing change of pace to find another ASAU that's contains no NG+ or any other timeline hooey... to my memory...

Tell me more about Crow as opposed to Rasu, if you wouldn't mind...

Okay so the reason I chose Goro was. Just because someone needed the fucking braincell. He's a little irked by his three teammates at first, and wants to peck at them all the time for what they do, but. They grow on him eventually

He's serious. To a fault. They have to *teach* him what joking is. And it still doesn't work! Cause it's Yusuke, Haru, and Makoto! He also just. Has a car. No Mona Bus, he just drives them around in his like, Honda CRV or some shit

Basically just. A less insane Akechi. That's Crow. He scowls and calls them all idiots but he's taking the corners softer so they don't flop all over the car

#chaos swap #goro akechi

[pinkie-lol]

Coochie Coochie Coo!

Scrooge is bored and then he remembers that he hasn't heard Donald laugh for a long time..

Scrooge McDuck ler/ Donald Duck lee

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Scrooge sighed loudly and heavily pushing the papers away from him. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling in boredom

As much as the old man didn't want to admit it, he hated paperwork. To him, it seemed like hell for adventurers like him!

Every idea that came to mind was shattered by reality

He couldn't study old scriptures and solve riddles with Huey, couldn't tell old adventures with Dewey, and couldn't discuss finances and his new business with Louis

"Well, I can't blame them. The boys want to be with their mom" — Scrooge nodded to himself — "And the girls are busy too... Apparently 22 and Della specifically talked about how to spend time with children" — he chuckled, remembering how in the morning Webby enthusiastically told them what was waiting for them that day and how Mae and June listened to her attentively with shining eyes

But 22 went with the girls to the highlands, as did Della and the boys to the city, as did his mood

Launchpad has a date with Darkwing and his daughter

Gyro with his robo-sons and Manny on vacation in China. And Fenton and his girlfriend are there too

What to do?...

CLAP

Scrooge jerked violently. He got up from his chair and looked out the window that led to the pool

On his houseboat, Donald threw a tantrum on his boat again and got angry in his own style

Scrooge chuckled to his memories of this office

At first, he did not even think about the "office" in his mansion and preferred to work at work

But then two problems appeared in the form of his nephew and niece and he could not leave them alone for some reason

First: well... They are his nephews, his family, problems are part of their lives and I didn't really want to pay Duckworth extra for psychological damage

And secondly... He missed them like hell! Working from home, he could calmly watch the twins and not die from the thought that something would happen to them

The location of the cabinet was also influenced by these two

Donald, when he wasn't in his room, was mostly by the pool.

He created boats and islands out of everything that could float and played the traveler when no one saw him.. At least, Della definitely didn't see.

But when he still couldn't get rid of her, Donald just played guitar on the side of the pool

Ah, these beautiful days~...

Scrooge returned to modern days and noticed a strange thing

"Why did Donald smile so little?" — this question shocked him — "Nah, that can't be"

Scrooge was rummaging through the memories of recent times and did not understand where this question came from at all?

Here is their reunion, and how Donald smiled at the boys after the adventure on Atlandita

But still, Scrooge had a strange feeling..

He looked out the window again at the pool, where his nephew was once again trying to relax in his hammock

And suddenly an idea came to him.

A smile spread across the beak, which did not bode well

At least to Donald

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Donald was resting quietly in his hammock. The sun warmed pleasantly, the wind rocked his hammock and refreshed the atmosphere, and there was no one at home except his uncle in the study

Nothing could have gone wrong

Well, until this moment

A relaxed and light smile fell from the sailor's beak

He took off his black glasses to look at the cause of the shadow hanging over him

"Hey, lad" — Scrooge stood over him and smiled in a kind way

"Uncle Scrooge?" — Donald raised himself slightly on the hammock to get a better look at his troublemaker — "What do you need?" — his tone abruptly became serious as did his gaze

"Easy, Donald, I just wanted to check on you." — Scrooge raised his hands defensively

"Yeah, sure" — Donald rolled his eyes. He jumped off the hammock and headed to his house — "I'm going to get myself a lemonade, while you come up with a better excuse. Or find the strength to tell the truth" — he said the last sentence at the door

Scrooge shuddered slightly at these words. Even after everything they've been through, Donald is still mad at him.

He shook his head. Donald is right, it's time to stop avoiding problems and behave like a child!

At this time, his nephew came out with a tray in his hands, on which there was a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses.

"I thought you'd want to, too, after all, you've been in the office all day, must be hot?" — Donald shrugged and looked away as he set the tray on the barrel next to the hammock.

Scrooge couldn't help but smile. Donnie could be angry and spit poison all his life, but he would still take care and worry about him

"Thanks, lad, but no" — the sailor just poured himself a lemonade and raised an eyebrow expectantly. — "I.. I was just bored, so I came" — the billionaire rubbed his neck in a restraining gesture

"Okay?" — Donald drawled a little uncertainly — "And what do you want from me?" — Scrooge's face immediately changed from awkward to a smile. A smile — which Donald had known for a very long time and which promised nothing good. He put down his glass and began to walk slightly around his uncle.

Scrooge squinted slightly, but for now he was letting Donald go. And Donald knew better than anyone that if there was a chance to leave, it was better to take it, especially if you contacted Scrooge McDuck.

He turned his head, which was a fatal mistake.

Scrooge, without hesitation, until he was in sight of his nephew, took the opportunity and poked him in the side.

"WAH" — the reaction was not long in coming and Donald covered himself with his hands. They stared at each other for a moment, until.. — "Nah!" — Donald abruptly ran, but it was too late. Scrooge was faster.

His uncle knocked him to the floor and sat on top of him.

"Get off me!" — in an unsuccessful attempt to untie his uncle from himself, the sailor jerked

"I'm afraid my answer is no."

"What are you-" — but Donald couldn't finish. He cringed and tried to hold back the laughter that was about to come out of the treacherously smiling beak. Scrooge's hands were on his stomach while his fingers tickled his nephew.

"What am I what?" — he asked mockingly. From his nephew's beak came rare giggles and giggles, which Donald unsuccessfully tried to keep to himself.

"S-stop.." — only he could speak.

"Hmm..." — Scrooge stopped. He put one hand on his hip and propped his chin with the other in a thoughtful gesture. — "Let me think..." — Donald has already relaxed and started thinking about how to get out of this situation — "No." — But his uncle took advantage of this and abruptly began to tickle his armpits.

"WA- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" — this time Donald couldn't hold back his laughter — "UNCA- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STO- HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO -P! HAHAHAHA!" — his hands tried to remove his uncle's hands from him, but to no avail. The old man is too strong

"Come on, Donny, aren't you having fun? Yes, for me" — Scrooge chuckled at his gloating, but still decided to spare his nephew — "Okay, I think you've had enough" — with obvious sarcasm, Scrooge got off him and sat down next to him.

Donald rolled over on his stomach and tried to catch his breath. Why is he so ticklish at all?

"Damn it." — Donald wiped his sweat and sat down slightly, having completely recovered his breath. Here Scrooge again seized his hand, which was still on his forehead. — "Wat?"

"Penalty for bad words" — there was a sweet smile on Scrooge's beak, which was only a lie and for Donald it was fatal.

Donald tried to tear off his uncle's hand, but Scrooge just grabbed it with his other hand. He joined his nephew's hands while he struggled unsuccessfully and calmly transferred them to his left hand. Scrooge knelt over Donald.

"No! I don't want to, let it! Let go!" — in unsuccessful attempts, Donald tried to escape.

"Oh, come on Donny~" — his right hand was slowly reaching for his neck while his nephew was trying to move it away, but this was not only useless, but also opened a weak spot for Scrooge. — "Have fun with your beloved uncle." — Scrooge's sweet and gentle voice did not soothe in any way, but only frightened and terrified even more.

"Mmm... He.. He-he.. He..." — a rare chuckles came from the sailor's beak. He was still trying to fight somehow.

Abruptly Scrooge's hand was on his rib and began to tickle there. Quiet giggles abruptly turned into loud laughter. The hand danced expertly on the ribs. Then she moved to the armpit and poked very quickly. And then deftly, and even professionally, she began her journey from the armpit, along the ribs and tummy.

"UNCKI-HEHEHEHEHEHE! STO-HOHOHOHO-P! WAHAHAHAHAHAK! IT TI-HEHEHEHEHE-CKLEHEHEHEHEHES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" — at this time, Donald kept trying to get out, but despite all the kicking and trying, he couldn't do anything and Scrooge still held and tickled him.

After perhaps an hour, although minutes had actually passed, Scrooge released Donald. He got on his knees, so Donald could stop feeling the pressure on himself and let go of his hands. Donald just caught his breath and wanted to start swearing at his uncle, but..

Scrooge lifted his shirt so that his tummy was free and grabbed his back with both hands and pulled him to his beak.

"Pfffffffffff!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO-HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STOP, STOP, STOP! PLE-HEHEHEHEHEHE-AHAHAHAHAHAHA-SE!!"

Donald writhed in his uncle's arms while Scrooge held his nephew unwaveringly.

A little later, Scrooge finally released Donald.

"Hehe, that was pretty fun, wasn't it, Donny?" — Satisfied, Scrooge wiped the sweat from his face, proud of his work — "Lad?" — Scrooge turned to the still lying junior — "Donald!" — Duck looked too dead and enjoyed the cold floor.

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"Hey, 22!" — a cheerful young female voice made the former agent sigh wearily but lovingly.

"Hello, Della, hello, boys." — she turned to the family, receiving a quick "Hello" from the guys.

"How was your special day?" — under the rapid and excited conversations of the children, the lunar mother began a conversation.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you now."

"Oh, yeah.. This is all your spy, agency and other super secret stuff! Am I right, right?" — young Duck winked at the elderly woman on the last question.

"No." — She shook her head slightly with her eyes closed while Della gave her an unexpected look. — "I said "now." We'll tell you, but later. Maybe tomorrow or at dinner." — she shrugged her shoulders in a casual and relaxed manner that didn't really suit her.

"O. Oh.. I get it." — the cheeky smile was replaced by a tender and loving one, like a mother's, when she looked forward at the children again. — "Also learned a couple of important lessons today, right?"

"Right." — a soft nod followed the surprised look. — "What would you like for dinner?" — Bickley asked a little louder so that the children could hear too.

"I don't think it's worth worrying about right now." — Della waved her hand casually, before the children would have started asking — "Donnie's probably already cooking us something. Probably stewed soup or fried pork." — she was careless towards her twin, but that didn't stop the boys from starting to guess in nostalgia.

"Or chicken with tomatoes and beans.." — in bliss Dewey suggested — "I hope he will add marine products this time too!"

"You remember that he only made us this soup when we were sick, don't you?" — Huey asked skeptically.

"Come on, bro." — Louis stretched out in a relaxed manner while he held June's hand — "Now Uncle Donald does not need to save all the time for everything and everyone except us, so he will be able to pamper us more often than before" — the triplets slightly lowered their heads at these words, remembering how sometimes they heard how much their uncle's stomach rumbled, but he still said that he was not hungry and fed them to satiety and even gave dessert — "Plus, you have to admit, this soup is just the food of the gods. We were lucky that only the three of us ate it! Zeus can only envy and cry like a baby, which he always does" — the joke quickly lifted the mood and the group was able to walk to the mansion and enter it (fortunately, a moment of sadness allowed Bentina to continue to run ahead and open the door for the children).

However, when they entered, there was a strange noise, similar to a fight, in the kitchen area.

The children looked at each other, Louis casually squeezed June's hand tighter (not out of fear, of course).

Suddenly flew out of the kitchen (literally) Scrooge. He got up and looked at the kitchen door, which instantly snapped shut.

"Donald! You can't kick me out of my own kitchen! Open the door!" — He started knocking on the door. However, there was no reaction and he stopped. — "Are you... Offended?" — his answer was a door that opened abruptly and a cane flew out of there, which hit him in the face and he immediately fell. The door slammed shut again.

"Um... Unca Scrooge?" — Della asked a little uncertainly after what she saw, and when Scrooge looked at her still on the floor, she continued — "What's going on here?"

Scrooge just got up again, dusted himself off, adjusted his top hat and glasses.

"Well..." — Scrooge looked at the kitchen door and shuddered slightly. He turned back to the group that had arrived — "I'll... tell you a little later. And how did you spend your day?"

After a while, Donald joined with croissants and everyone forgot about this incident.

Except Donald.

He refused to talk to Scrooge until one day he just burst into tears and he had to forgive him and that day they fell asleep hugging.

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My first fan fiction tickle, I hope you enjoyed it!

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You can call me chu 😘

I love you so much , gimme a hug 🤗 have a lovely day my baby ♡♡♡

◇♡ Hru today ? ( as fr me ■ I'm so stressed that I'm sick ... but I'm trying not to break down but be positive about it , I realize I might be too serious and needy at my job all this 6 months , so ppl around me just are taking advantage of me cz of my vulnerable situation... this is just so miserable of them..but I am at that point I cannot take it any longer, and tday I will be looking for other jobs refreshing cv ) I'm so happy to hear from you :) like a fresh breath

Please please eat well & rest okay ♡

~ 🐁

Aww baby it always brightens up my day when you tell me that I made you smile 💛☀️🥺 I bet you look so so beautiful when you smile, wish someday I can see that for myself. 🌹

I’m coming to you with the tighest hugs ever 🤗🤍 *squish squish squish* my day has been good, I am just on my period again so I’m resting😓 but emotionally I feel fine ~~🥰 I have felt so much better talking to you today I swear, I felt so refreshed <33

people always take advantage of your vulnerability when you show them that, also manipulate your weakness to have a hold on you. That’s why, I never show any kind of weakness or sadness to ANYONE ever except for my best friend and my younger sister. They’re the only ones I trust with the worst of me. Plus,, I always feel like I’m burdening people when I tell them about my worries. ENFJ things I guess.

Because you’re desperate for a living, a job, which you have to be bc of the dreadful situation you’re in, they always deduct from your payslip cause they know you need the pay and so they can manipulate you💔 pls look for a new job and I hope you find a better job with kinder people who treat you the way you deserve baby. 💖

Anyway, you wished me a Valentine’s Day, so I wonder what are you doing on the 14th??🌹 I hope you dress up and have fun, even if it’s all by yourself cause self love is also a form of love, the best kind might I add!! Do you like wearing red? Or red lipstick? My favourite colour is red. (Red & black). The last time I wore red lipstick was on Christmas 😛 I wore a cute santa claus sweater lol.

You also told me sth like getting perm hair? I love perm hair the most!! I wanted to colour my hair again but my hair is so sensitive ;;-;; and is falling off so much now I first want to treat it T-T

I hope you also take lots of pictures to savour your memories!! You’re so beautiful and I hope YOU ALWAYS FEEL THAT !! 💋💌🙉

#🐁 anonie #mia’s asks

[goldnautilus]

“ Piranha, I want a cuddle … ” is he actually upset ? It’s hard to tell …

“EH?!”

     The sound left her lips much louder than she intended, causing her hands to cover her mouth quickly in response. Her eyes shifted from him to the side, to him and back to somewhere else again in a rather panicked manner. Was he serious?! She sincerely hoped he wasn’t. It wasn’t because she disliked him or anything of the sort ( she did tolerate his presence and felt a strong desire to look out for him few times ), but rather because all of it was so sudden. Way too sudden, and too unexpected. Two things she didn’t enjoy in the slightest. 

     She felt like she wasn’t the right person to be asked for such a thing. Given that she wasn’t used to physical affection nor quite accustomed to the idea of it, she believed she wouldn’t be able to provide him with the comfort he needed. The best she could do was stand there awkwardly, or try to return his gestures in a rather stiff manner. Not only would be quite embarrassing for her, but it just wouldn’t solve the matter at hand — one upset prince. Her brother would be a far better match for the other, since he was all about cuddling and hugging. He understood how people felt much better, and he knew just the right thing to do in a situations like these. But her...

     A pair of violet eyes moved to look at him again. A sense of uneasiness was reflected in them, just as much as hesitation was. She could simply refuse him and no harm would be done in doing so. Yet, she couldn’t help but think that she’d eventually feel guilty for it. A hand reached out slowly, ready to retract itself at any given moment. She was worried about making her move for multiple reasons, most of them relating to the ideas she held onto for years. The other hand soon joined the first, and her face reddened slightly. With last bits of courage, they wrapped themselves around him in a stiff and awkward matter she expected. A rather shaky sigh left her.

     “...okay, fine. B-But not for too long, okay?” she finally spoke up quietly, so quietly in fact she could be barely heard. “I-I just... nevermind.” Although she was so hesitant at first, she couldn’t deny that the warmth washing over her was refreshing and pleasant. It somewhat reminded her of her younger years, when she’d hold her little brother close whenever he needed to be comforted. This memory she was so fond of, made her hands relax slightly as she held Charles close to her. “Ugh, you really do have the stupidest ideas...” or so she says. “Just don’t make me do this again.”

#ilestlesoleil #★ ; ( in character. ) #(lorelei dies in 4k as she tries to remember how to human) #(except how would she know since she is a fish) #(WHY DO I KEEP WRITING SO MUCH MY BAD)

[nocturnalswarehouse]

Chapter 2 - Brynjolf's Message

Fic Series: At Long Last

Pairing: Brynjolf x Female Dovahkiin|Dragonborn (Adranelle Rolaine)

Premise: Eight years after being declared the Dragonborn, and three years after Alduin is defeated, Adranelle (Adi) Rolaine finds herself back in Riften to help Brynjolf with the Thieves Guild's reputation.

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Taglist: @thequeenofthewinter

Word count: 1,316

A/N: Adi is very much an "atypical" thief and assassin. She's more empathetic and understands people. I wanted to play with a character that is not as jaded and got mixed up with these people. Hope you enjoy it and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

“A string of bad luck this long is unusual, Bryn,” Adi made the observation once the thief was finished explaining why the Guild was still doing poorly. “I mean, it’s been how long?”

“About five years, lass,” he sighed. 

“There has to be some sort of explanation for that,” she continued, eyes trained on the bottle of mead in front of her. “A curse, or something.” 

Brynjolf burst into laughter, causing everyone in the tavern to look at the two of them. Adi merely shook her head and crossed her arms at his reaction, displeased. Curses were a real thing and he knew that, but the Nord never took magic seriously. “You should speak with Delvin about it. He thinks the same thing.”

“What are you two going on about?” Delvin asked from his seat at a table opposite them.

“Adi here thinks the Guild is cursed,” Brynjolf’s eyes shone with amusement. 

“It’s the only explanation for why your outfit hasn’t been doing well,” Adi argued. 

“Damn right,” Delvin nodded. “I have my theories, but that’s only discussed with official members of the Guild.”

“About that…” Brynjolf tried to bring the conversation back to the topic at hand. 

“What do you need me to do?” Adi turned back to Brynjolf. 

“How about handling a few deadbeats for me?” he offered, carefully watching Adi’s reaction. She wasn’t one for dealing with people, Bryn having to deal with smooth-talking them out of trouble when they were teens. 

“Who?” Adi’s eyes didn’t reach his, showing that she was contemplating the idea. 

“Keerava, Bersi Honey-Hand, and Haelga,” he said. “They owe our organization some serious coin and they’ve decided not to pay. I want you to explain to them the error of their ways.”

“How important is the debt?”

“It’s secondary, what’s more, important is getting the message across.” Brynjolf could see right through Adi’s questions. He knew her well enough to know that Adi never actually needed details as to why things needed to be done. She was wondering something specific but was too cautious to say it out loud. Not everyone in the Guild welcomed assassins. “No one is to be killed. Bad for business.” 

“Got it.” she finally looked at him in the eyes. “Been too long since I’ve been in Riften but as a refresher… Bersi’s ugly dwarven urn can be used as leverage, Haelga's got Dibella, and Keerava’s got that family in Morrowind. That correct?”

“You have a better memory than you think, lass.” 

“Give me about two hours.” Adi stood up and squeezed Brynjolf’s shoulder before heading back out to the Ratway and above ground. 

***

Bersi wasn’t budging. Adi tried to reason with the man, knowing he was a good person at heart. The last thing she wanted to do was destroy his prized possession, but it was all that could be done to convince him. Leaning against the counter, she lightly tapped the urn and let it tip over and smash into pieces onto the floor. “No! That urn was priceless!”

“Sorry, Bersi,” Adi was being honest, she liked the guy. He would often give her and her friends small trinkets and toys when Grelod actually let them leave the orphanage grounds. Bersi would wait until the woman wasn’t looking, and let them all take something from a small crate that he held. Grelod was none the wiser, and Adi still had a doll she got from him. “Look, I like you and I’m grateful for how much you helped me while I was in Honourhall. But you know I can’t disappoint Brynjolf.”

“Adi…” Bersi hesitated. Finally recognizing her, the man relaxed and relented. “Alright, I’ll pay on time from now on. Here, take the gold and leave me in peace.”

“Thank you,” Adi took the coin purse and turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway. She turned to look at the shopkeeper. “I’ll make sure to send you a replacement for the urn.”

At that, she left the Pawned Prawn and made her way to Haelga’s Bunkhouse. Haelga was known to be stubborn, and Adi foresaw that mentioning her practice of the Dibellan arts would be the only way to get through to her. 

“What did you want?” Haelga sounded irritated as soon as Adi entered the bunkhouse. 

“I have a message from Brynjolf,” Adi scanned the place, looking for potential leverage. Her eyes landed on the amulet around Haelga’s neck.  

“What does he want now?” she rolled her eyes. “I already explained to him that you can’t get blood from a stone.” 

“This isn’t about the money anymore, Haelga,” Adi sighed. “Look, if you just hand over what you owe we’ll forget about it.”

“Look… I can’t make the coin appear out of thin air,” Haelga sighed. Looking at her, Adi noticed how tired she was. “Please, be reasonable. I’ll… I’ll pay next month.”

“How about you pay now, and I won’t tell a single soul that you practice Dibellan arts here.” she gestured to her amulet. “We both know that won’t fare well for you if it got out.” 

“Alright, alright.” Haelga slammed a coin purse down on the counter. “Take your damn gold and get out of here.” 

“Great doing business with ya.” 

The Bee and the Barb was the final stop in debt collection, and Adi was dreading it. Keerava, like Bersi, was kind to her growing up. There were many times that the Argonian let Adi spend a few hours in the tavern for a break from Grelod, and gave her proper meals. She and Talen-Jei would entertain her with stories of their past. One of Adi’s favourite stories was about Keerava’s family, and that was something she was dreading to bring up. 

“Looking for a place to stay?” Keerava asked from behind the counter. 

“Actually…” Adi hesitated. She took a deep breath before continuing. “I have a message for you from Brynjolf.” 

“I already told that buffoon that I’m not paying you people a single coin!” she exclaimed, slamming the stein she was drying down on the counter. 

“Keerava, I’m just trying to help you out,” Adi admitted. She could feel the stares from patrons and wished they weren’t there to watch so closely. “You helped me out when I was a kid, now let me repay you for that.”

“What?”

“You told me about your family in Morrowind one night when I snuck out of the orphanage and came here.” She started, watching Keerava carefully. “They have a farm, no?”

“Wait a minute…” Keerava relaxed. “Adranelle?”

“You need to keep sending them money if I’m not mistaken,” she continued, not confirming or denying Keerava’s suspicion. “It’s best if you pay off your debt now. Keep this business up and running.”

“Very well.” 

***

Without a word, Adi placed the debts on the table in front of Brynjolf and took a seat in the chair perpendicular to him. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and mischief at her success and looked her up and down. Adi did the same with him, noting the armour he now adorned. Not that she’d admit it to him, because the Nord would get a big head if she did, but he looked quite handsome. 

“So, job’s done and you even brought the gold,” Brynjolf said, pleased. “Best of all, you did it clean.”

“I don’t always go for the knife, you know.”

“That I do.” he chuckled. “And it seems like I owe you something in return.”

“Much obliged.” Adi took what he handed her, and slipped it into her satchel. “What’s next, then?” 

“Follow me.” Brynjolf got up from his seat and held out his hand to Adi. Once she took it, he lead her to the back of the Tavern, and through a false back in the cupboard. He stopped at the door and turned around to look at Adi. “Welcome to the Thieves Guild, lass.”

#tes: skyrim #skyrim #brynjolf x oc #brynjolf fanfiction #brynjolf #riften #the thieves guild main quest #thieves guild

[carolinanadeau]

Embarrassing, ridiculous TMI under the readmore (not gross! just way too personal!)

I do not have PTSD and I don't want to be a part of the "flippantly using the word 'trigger'" problem at all, but I think I finally found a proper name for this harmful behavior I've wrestled with since at least high school, and it's called self-triggering.

Again, I don't have trauma... well, everybody has some trauma, but that's not the thing I'm triggering myself about here. And if I explained what I had actually been doing to myself (which may be obvious to someone who's reading between the lines but I don't want to talk about it for reasons I've stated before), it would sound laughably, mockably trivial. But the results are still an acute increase in depression and obsessive negative/angry thinking and distress and alienation from something that usually gives me joy... so it's still harmful to me, no matter how stupid and frivolous it sounds. Perhaps it's an OCD/depression self-triggering instead of a PTSD self-triggering.

I reiterate, what I'm discussing is not trauma, not EVER claiming it is, but:

In a similar vein, one set of case studies (De Young, 1984) conceptualized approaching situations reminiscent of the trauma as “counterphobic behavior” (i.e., an attempt to master anxiety by repeatedly approaching its source, resulting in a greater sense of control).  

I understand this, the "maybe if I keep looking I'll become desensitized", and "I need more information so I can better avoid this thing and people associated!" Or even "well maybe it wasn't really that bad, maybe I'm remembering it as worse than it was" (I'm not, if anything I've forgotten just how bad it was!)

Likewise, if trauma survivors perceive reexperiencing symptoms as inevitable, they may wish to decide the time and place of their occurrence, affording them a sense of control.

...is that the irrational "gotta get it over with" compulsion??  

Alarmingly, many users also report being unable to stop this behavior once they have begun despite the dysregulation and distress that it causes.

This is how it goes: I will read or even just skim through something that causes me serious emotional distress, whether that is a fanfiction with something horrible happening to characters I find comfort in, or a really nasty article full of harsh, baseless criticisms of something I love so much. (Again, these things sound laughable but to the way my mind works, it is not. Though I also do something similar with actual bad memories from my life [I think everyone does], well, you can't "reread" or refresh those. And I also have the power to delete/destroy any physical records I have of those.)

So, I will vow to never ever let this wretched thing enter my eyeballs again. I will ruminate about it and quietly seethe about the fact that it exists, and that some people even like/agree with it! I won't be able to get certain upsetting phrases out of my head and I will obsess and it will ruin my enjoyment of related things whenever I get reminded of it.

Maybe I will find ways to block or blacklist to lower my chances of seeing it. And I will be very vigilant about this for a long time and will successfully avoid it, even if I see reminders here and there that make me mad. Slowly, I'll only remember a few specific sentences from the thing, and even those may be unclear.

And then I'll suddenly develop the belief that I "have to" look at it again for some reason, and my heart will start pounding as I start bracing myself for this "inevitability".  And eventually the irrational, self-destructive side will win out and I'll do it, believing that it's like ripping a bandaid off for the greater good. Gotta get it over with, you see. I'll only glance over it, of course, because this time I already know how bad it is - I'll just read a few sentences here and there on my way to do something "sensible" like block the url or check who liked it so I know it wasn't my friends - but it will be enough to make me feel like absolute shit for days again, and now I have these fresh memories in my head to contend with and the cycle of trying to forget these bad bad thoughts and be able to freely enjoy the thing I love starts all over again.

and that's what you missed on Glee!

#honestly if I ever get a therapist it would be so much easier just to submit an essay like this rather than infodump it all out loud #I'm so much better in writing and it would feel less humiliating! #anyway I'm trying to say that I KNOW that this is for the therapist that I don't have and not for tumblr #but I'm glad I could put it into words and since I've been showing effects of it on here... might as well explain it on here #I would get SUCH anon hate for this post if I had a following. and if I had anon on. I can feel it #I'm actually worried about losing followers or mutuals for this just because it sounds cringe and insane #but like I can't fix my own experiences and my own mental health just because 'people are dying Kim' you know??? #I would cite my source but... lol. lmao even. #also I guess I didn't do a good job finally being normal on here today did I? 0 days since our last nonsense #when I returned to tumblr this is exactly who I didn't want to be anymore #but it's also weirdly cathartic that someone who cares even a little about me might know about how I feel now. idk. #on the cycle we are 2 days post the re-triggering event lol. I did something else stupid today but nothing as stupid as THAT #it's probably been ~9 months since I was first/last exposed to the content of this Bad Thing so this setback is infuriating #my original post

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

Yeah, so Pandemonum was our early protector, though it sorta focused on Galaco most of the time. I was locked up too soon to really take a role. I guess Galaco was our equivalent of a host at the time. Vernon didn't need any protection, because he was already a persecutor, designed and tailored to our unique situation. He slipped around and avoided being caught, like a few apparently managed to do. I have the impression it meant he was always on the move in headspace. Which also isn't great, but I can see it being better to being locked up in a cave or something.

Also, being locked up doesn't mean we all became sleeping beauties. To the best of my knowledge, the only one who went to sleep after being sealed was Pandemonum. But we were all so cut off from the outside world that we lost full track of the passage of time.

... Hey, new info (from Mary) suddenly! Maleficent put Pandemonum to sleep with Ash. Who made a deal with Jafar, and ended up with an introject we now call Riddle in their subsystem. But as it happens, Maleficent lost some serious patience over how we treated our mind and shattered parts. So she let it wake up after high school. And then, as we know, Mom's death gave it enough room to get loose entirely.

Pandemonum's return also caused the different groups of religious parts on the other side to come to an uneasy alliance. But, there were terms and conditions to this alliance. The groups of them had to agree to keep to the sides of the mess they were already on. These were based around the lines dividing real world religions, with syncretized practices as being the only acceptable blurred lines between them. We couldn't entirely break the programming yet, but we could bend it somewhat. So they bent the rules just as far as possible.

I guess Joshua started healing from the brainwashing to the point he forgot some of the terms of the alliance. So something about breaking those terms triggered the programming in the Christian biblical parts to be refreshed. I suspect that there are others from other paths that were subject to misrepresentation and being turned into mere caricatures.

Which is where the drone comes in, because it's supposed to tie parts closer together. It's supposed to eventually become a subsystem of its own that encompasses all the other subsystems. It's really like a mind hug when we lean into that connection, it's wonderful. Not to mention the ability to integrate our compartmentalized memories is a lot easier than it was.

Everyone who has been near the front lately has so much practice with it. It's really cool because they can guide the rest of us along to also heal. Though according to them, Mom had to push us for about six months after moving back with her and Dad to go to the health department and get psychiatric help. I'm glad she fought and pushed us into therapy. We wouldn't have gotten to this point otherwise. I don't know where we'd be if we didn't have at least some family to fight for us.

I'm still dealing with some serious surprise at how far along we are in the healing process. It's really amazing because everything felt so...hopeless. I can't express in words just how happy this makes me. I want to laugh to the point of tears.

-Kitt 🏮😺

#dissociative identity disorder #did #did system #polyfrag did #polyfrag system #polyfragmented #dissociation #alters #introjects #fictrojects #protector alter #persecutor alter #religious indoctrination #religious trauma #child abuse #host alter #christian fundamentalism #fundamentalist christianity #subsystems #sidesystem #parent death mention #dronification #integration #trauma #recovery #mental health #mental health recovery #ramcoa #brainwashing #mind control