#i thought of this at 2 am no im not lying i drew it all in one day

[4ln-stay8]

Behind closed doors - Part I

>summary: Han isn’t too happy to find out what his sister is doing lately

>author’s note: I don’t know how I feel about it but I thought the idea was nice ig… I can also take requests if you want to haha THERE MIGHT BE A PART II

>warning: angst, Han is kind of a dick (Im sorry babygirl)

>pairing: lee minho x han jisung's sister

There was something about the Han siblings that drew them to Minho. You had no clue when these feelings were born, was it when you all hung together and he shared his meal with you cause you didn’t like yours? Was it when he gave you his hoodie because you were cold? Or was it when he caught you from falling and looked into your eyes for a second too long?

You never wanted to fall for your brother’s best friend and he didn’t wanted to fall for his best friend’s sister either, but here you were, hiding behind closed doors.

You were in the middle of a battle, the both of you. A battle between the love you both have for each other and the love and respect you have for your brother and best friend.

You were feeling so bad for lying to him, for making Minho lie to him as well, but you couldn’t tell him, he wouldn’t understand, he doesn’t understand. He showed to you how much he hates even the idea of you liking his friend.

*Flashback*

It was a normal evening. You were sitting on the couch talking to your friend through texts when you felt a presence near you. You look to your side to see your brother looking at you with a suspicious smile on his face.

- Mom said that you have a crush on someone. You’re always smiling at your phone. he told you teasingly

- Not that it’s any of your business, but would it be that bad if I did in fact like someone? you asked nonchalantly looking at the tv that was on as a background noise until right this moment

- You do like someone! You need to tell me! Who is it? Who is my baby sister liking? he asked, his teasing tone very noticeable

-It’s none of your business Jisung! And I’m only 2 years younger, stop babying me.

- I am not babying you! Now tell me who it is! I'm curious! said han, his teasing tone being more noticeable than before

- It's really none of your business Ji. What if I told you that I'm into Minho huh? He looks extra fine lately. you said teasingly, hintind subtly your crush

- Ew! NO! EW! My Minho? Not my best friend! NO! Why does it have to be my band member? NO! They are off limits! You can't like them! I'm not allowing you to like any of them! NO! he started to yell as if he was freaking out about it

- Relax you big baby, I was only joking! I don't like Minho! Now stop trying to be all in my business. you said getting off the couch and going straight to your room feeling a pressure in your chest

*End of Flashback*

In that particular moment you decided against letting your brother know about your actual feeling for his best friend. You hated the feeling he put in your heart that day, you never feel so unsupported in your entire life.

Minho also agreed on not telling Han about his feelings and about your relationship just yet, wanting to see if it would really work before draging him in the middle of this.

You didn't really told Minho about that day, about Han's reaction to you even hypothetically liking him, you just told him he was against it and that him and his members were off limits.

That didn't stopped you guys from dating each other. You tried, you tried to bottle up your feelings, and Minho did the same. You tried to make yourself believe that he didn't feel the same way you did, that he didn't liked you back. But you knew, you knew he did, it was so obvious you liked each other that you had no idea how Han didn't notice.

Everyone in your friend group knew. Everyone caught on your feelings and later on, on your relationship. You had to be blind, or in Han's case unbothered to observe his surroundings, to not be able to see the not so sublte interactions between you and Minho.

Everyone saw the way your eyes were lingering on each other, the way he winked at you from across the room making you blush, the way he always found a way to sit close to you.

It was common knowledge at this point. They knew, and they were okay with it as long as they are not involved in this entire situation. That's why, you spent most of your time in Minho's room, away from both your parents and your brother.

You were currently in Minho's room, cuddled up in his strong arms, your small little safe space. You started to tense a little, that memory of Jisung playing again in your head.

- Everything okay jagiya? minho asked you as he felt a change in you

- I just hate this whole thing with Ji. Why does he have to be this way? you whispered moving a little too look at him

- I don’t know jagi! But we will figure this out okay? I love you too much to give up on you! he whispered kissing your lips softly

You were forced to pull apart by the door bursting open and a loud gasp coming right after. You both turn around expecting to see Seungmin or Innie who would occasionally tease you, but in the doorway was none of the maknaes, instead a red faced Jisung was fuming.

- What the actual fuck? Ew! Get away from him! No! I told you he is off limits? Why can’t you listen? Why do you have to ruin everything? he yelled at you trying to get you away from Minho

- Hey hey hey! Don’t talk to her like that! minho protested, trying to defend you

- Im not talking to you hyung, we will talk about this later! Now get up you little brat and gather your shit, I’m taking you home! he spitted the words with a hint of disgust in his tone

You look at your lover one more time before picking up your things not wanting to make the situation even worse. Minho blew a kiss to you the second Han didn’t pay attention, as you left the room and the dorms for a while.

He dragged you to out the dorms and to his car, pushing you in. The whole ride home was very uncomfortable and you somehow did this to yourself. It wasn’t all your fault but you still had a big part of it.

- You are not allowed to see him again! he spitted towards you in disgust

- You don’t understand Ji, I love him! you whispered to him trying to stand your case

- You don’t! You only want what I have, like you always do! You can’t have my friends, you can’t have my life! Stop trying to ruin every good thing about my life. He can’t give you what you want! He will only break your heart and I won’t be here to put you back together!

- You are so selfish! God Jisung! How do you even know what I want? How can you be so full of yourself to even think I want to steal your life from you? You are so self centred that you can’t even see how I feel. I don’t need you to put me back together! If you don’t want to be in my life than walk away, no one is making you stay! And you don’t have to worry about him breaking my heart, you already did! you yell at him as he parked his car in front of your house, getting out of the car and storming straight to your room.

If he didn’t want to be in your life that’s on him! He can be so selfish sometimes that he doesn’t even consider your feelings or even his friend’s feelings! One thing you knew, Han Jisung was a stranger to you from this day on.

#lee know skz #skz lee know #lee know stray kids #lee know #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know x y/n #lee minho x reader #lee minho x you #lee minho x y/n #skz fic #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #skz lee minho #stray kids lee know #stray kids lee minho

[jackienautism]

saw u asking. about dr on amberpriceenthusiast’s blog… now i’m curious who YOUR favorites are

[insert that gif of that guy poointing to himself] you all have been feeding me SO well lately .........

drthh:

kyoko and celeste one THOUSAND percent...... i also rly like aoi and sayaka. and taka too but [redacted] sort of ruined him for me a bit lol.........

i cant really remember what drew me to kyoko initially. i thought she was cute. and i liked her voice (erika harlacher! same va as ann p5!) (talk 2 me abt VAs plsease) plus maybe tmi but i love like low energy characters a whole lot. esp if it's like... pretty obvious that they have depression or autism LOL

and for celeste... gosh i dont even. i remember being neutral on her after first playing the game, dont really know what made me DRASTICALLY change my mind . i guess i thought more about her character and OH I THOUGHT HER ENG VA'S PERFORMANCE WAS JUST SPECTACULAR..... HANDS DOWN THE BEST PERFORMANCE IN ALL OF DR TBHH........ anyway, i thoguht more about her character and hte more i thought about it the mor e i like... felt bad? djkfndf felt connected to her? it hought her whole like... lying thing to b interesting... esp how she was able to deceive her own emotions... there's NO waythat girl didn't have mental issues

sdr2:

rubs my little hands together. OK

I JUST..... I REALLY LOVE SONIA..... fun fact i got attached to her even before getting into dr LOL i cant remember how exactly i first laid my eyes on her but WHEN I FIRST LAID MY EYES ON HER.... IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT...... it was like. i had to spoil thr whole second game JUST to make sure she survived. literally considered playing sdr2 before drthh just so i could be w/ her sooner kfdjgjkg I LOVE HER.......

AFTER playing the game though. my faves are def sonia (obv) peko mahiru chiaki gundham and nekomaru. i also rly rly like hajime akane and nagito LMAO i originally HAAAAATED nagito but i listened to ignorance by paramore a bunch of times and it finally clicked. hes my fucked up little guy and i am just alesbian

i know im typically All Girls but GOSH... GUNDHAM AND NEKOMARU..... LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH....... going through nekomaru's ftes (i wanted his special ability thing LOL) and i just.... i love this man...... the most mentally stable dr character fr......

ndrv3(?):

actually havent plauyed this game either yet djgknjgg BUT ive seen enough of the characters in the fandom as well to probably know who my faves would be

i love kaede and kirumi so very much<3 shout out to this one animation youtuber i follow on my other yt acc for getting me to fall FIRST for the characters and the pairing.... also think i would really like gonta and himiko and probably kiibo

#danganronpa #asks #anon #mine #text #gosh i havent thought abt these characters in sooooo long #had to return to some of my old notes JUST to remember exactly why i loved some of them #could explain more of why i love these charas but i wont jkfnf #its been...... almost 2 and a half years since getting into DR......... god #THANK YOU ANON. HAD A LOT OF FUN W/ THIS #realize i miss some of these bitches fr ): #DR #DRTHH #SDR2 #NDRV3 #my DR tag #my thoughts #I GUESS #NO. it’s almost been THREE YEARS……

[iooiu]

every time you apologize you mean it less, but i don’t think your tears are lying this time

#listen LISTEN #to every single person who hates gon or calls him crazy #I HOPE YOUR DOING OKAY i would never wish any harm to you but please #this boy just needs a hug #i thought of this at 2 am no im not lying i drew it all in one day #as per my self indulgence #please show up in the tags i WILL cry #killua's trauma and gon's trauma playing rock paper scissors #its their reunion dont look at me #come slap me for my interpretation of this whole ordeal i'll stay still dont worry #gon freecss #killua zaoldyek #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x 2011 #killugon #kk im done #am i promoting my own damn fic? yes. yes i am #writes and dites?

[not-close-to-straight]

Random Wanda Vision Thoughts--

Episode 1: I am an emotional bitch crying at Wanda and Vision saying “i do” at the end of episode 1, like can these babies please catch a break? they just want to be happy. 

Also Agnes and the 70′s show mom are my favorite wtf. 

STARK TOASTERS I SEE YOU. 

WHO IS WATCHING THEM WTF 

Episode 2: 

Dottie should die, she seems like the type who needs gently run over by a bus

WHO IS IN THE RADIO

Elizabeth Olsen is so cute in this, absolutely adorable 

IS THAT DAVID SCHWIMMER PLAYING THE PIANO

Vision is drunk from getting gum in his gears, I’m actually cackling right now. 

Tiny bit culty with the “for the children” thing, huh? Yikes

BABY BUMP! 

Some creepo decides to get in on their world and Wanda literally went “i think the fuck not, let’s try this again and this time in technicolor” 

is that the cop who asked out Ant Man on the radio?

The difference in “sitcom” Wanda who is happy in her world and “real life” Wanda when she realizes something isn’t right is honestly astonishing and Grade A Face Acting. See what happens when they let women do more on screen then walk around in tight clothes with full lips parted in a sexy pout? 

Episode 3: 

Seventies Vision’s hair is ENDING ME, I can’t even deal with that. 

IT HAS TO BE DAVID SCHWIMMER except he looks like “russ” from friends instead of “ross” 

Poor Vision is not handling impending fatherhood well 

COMIC BOOK NAME DROP BILLY AND TOMMY I LOVE IT 

Poor pregnancy fritzing Wanda. DID WANDA JUST GLITCH A TIME ERASE AND NOT MEAN TO? Listen, I did not expect to love them as a couple this much. EW HER WATER BROKE OMG 

A STORK 

Oh Wanda, poor baby she’s so afraid, I write way too much fan fiction about how all these characters are secretly terrified to go through life alone to be okay with this. 

Why did I start crying immediately when the babies were born, I’m too emotional for this. She is so beautiful and Vision is so soft meeting his son as himself, oh my gosh. THE TWIN SCREAMS while the other twin comes omg this is Grade A Sitcom bullshit. 

The doctor knows something is Up and so do Herb and Agnes. *don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious*

...have we actually seen Ralph and I’m just blanking on it? WHY DON’T THEY LIKE GERALDINE? WHO IS SHE?

Oh no i’m crying again over pietro and the sokovian lullaby. Don’t let me watch this while I’m PMSing wtf this is torture. GERALDINE KNOWS ABOUT ULTRON

OH SHIT WANDA IS PISSED LOOK AT THAT DANGEROUS LADY. that head tilt is fucking lethal. 

I love agnes oh man. I know because of spoilers she’s something of a bad guy? but I love her

WHAT HAPPENED TO GERALDINE OMG DID WANDA KILL HER

Oh no, not dead. Just kicked tf out of the bubble. I just realized the symbol is for Sword. Is this some sort of experiment to keep Wanda contained post Endgame? I should have read more spoilers, I’m fucking confused. 

Episode 4: OH HOLY SHIT IT’S MONICA RAMBEAU AND IT’S POST EG SNAP OH MY GOSH SHE HAS NO IDEA SHES BEEN GONE FOR FIVE YEARS MY HEART IS BREAKING MY HEART IS BREAKING I CAN’T TAKE IT 

It IS the cop that hit on Ant Man! WHAT DO THEY MEAN WESTVIEW DOESN’T EXIST 

Oh it’s Darcy! Damn straight it’s Dr. Lewis. How very shocking, a woman was the one to show a room full of Ridiculous Men what’s going on?

ZOMBIE VISION OH MY GOD “no we can’t” oh man she is starting to CRACK and Vision knows something is wrong OH NO 

At this point I should point out that I am 1000% surprised at the quality of the show and 1000% pleasantly surprised by how much I’m enjoying it. The bar for Wanda’s character development was literally subterranean, but this is has been frankly sort of amazing?? 

Episode 5

Agnes asking about “taking it from the top” WHAT. I love so much the way the characters “break character” it’s so interesting and well done! WHY IS WANDA LYING TO VISION. 

WHERE IS RALPH

oh my god the babies are children now?? why isn’t agnes noticing?? THEY’RE SO CUTE I COULD CRY ALL OVER AGAIN 

I do not. trust. hayward. Why is he asking about Wandas nickname? Monica knows whats up-- she knows Wanda is grieving and hurting. 

THE VISIONS CORPSE WHAT? WHAT IS WANDA DOING OH MY GOD SHE STOLE VISION. Vision has a living will? Don’t you have to be human for that? Are you telling me the woman that loved Vision would straight up ignore his wish to not be turned into a weapon after his death? I have a hard time with this. 

Oh no Vision is starting to worry me. He’s onto Agnes, he’s noticing Wanda getting careless...the boys are adorable though. Good on Agnes for not even flinching. 

DAMN RIGHT WANDA COULD HAVE TAKEN OUT THANOS LETS HAVE SOME RESPECT PEOPLE. Also, why is Monica being sketchy about Captain Marvel? 

EMAIL ALERT EMAIL ALERT “none of it is real.” oh my god what is happening?!?!

“Is this yours?” OH MY GOD. “This will be your only warning” she is so unafraid and I love her for it. I love her accent coming back when she breaks characters LOOK AT HER TURNING ALL THOSE MEN AROUND I LOVE HER. 

“Fix the dead” oh my god the shock on her face. The absolute irony of her trying to tell her boys there’s rules when she’s writing the playbook as she goes. Oh my god. “Can’t I?” Jesus, then the credits start rolling because she wants the episode to be over but Vision won’t let her OH MY GOD. My heart is breaking

WHAT DOES IT MEAN SHE DOESN’T KNOW 

SHE RECAST PIETRO

Episode 6

OOOOH look at the classic costumes! Pietro is slaying me. I mean, it’s the wrong pietro but its still very funny. The way Vision calls her out and then plays it off is.... spooky. She is fully aware thats not her brother. “Be good.” holy shit. 

Look at me not liking Hayward again. “which one is the sassy best friend” i feel like that’s....racist. “don’t use the last five years as an excuse to be a coward” DRAG HIM SIS 

Listen Uncle Pietro being a little shit head is my favorite. I use the OG Pietro in my fics but this one is hilarious. 

Vision lied about being on duty? Yikes. The one house where people are stuck in a loop? YIKES. Its crazy how everyone is starting to be super aware of Wanda pulling the strings--MAGIC CHILD OMG. 

Whats past ellis avenue? Is that the limit of Wanda’s powers? I don’t super understand how Vision has his powers if he’s technically dead. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE AVENGERS ARE she really just gave him enough life to exist just barely. Agnes knows he’s dead so she wasn’t snapped??

Agnes’s witchy laugh while dressed like a witch is legit awesome. We call that FOREEEEEEEEESHADOWING! Oh and there’s Ellis Ave. Got it. 

Monica’s blood is changed?? Idk how to feel about Black Character willing to die for White Charaxter? I mean I know Wanda should be Jewish but still. Uncomfortably close to icky tropes but maybe I’m reading too far into it.

YIKES where was she hiding the kids till now? How’d she do all this? “I’m not a stranger or your husband” YIKES.

OH MY GOD DEAD PIETRO

OH MY GOD VISION STAY IN THE BUBBLE SOMEONE SAVE HIM SAVE HIM OMG BILLY CAN HEAR HIS DADDY DYING SAVE HIM

“The people need help” oh Vision you are truly Worthy

She literally expanded her world to save him omg

DARCY WHERED YOU GO geez look at power of this girls mind it’s about damn time we got a glimpse at just how intense her powers are

Season 7

Ok is this like a reality show? Oh man she is GLITCHING.

Oh no it’s just Wanda not Wanda vision cos she feels alone? So sad. She really is losing it isn’t she and not in a “lol how awkward” sortnof way but in that truthful hard to watch way that so many of us feel when we’re at the breaking point

“I actually did bite a kid once” I literally ugly laughed right there

I KNEW I COULDNT TRUST HAYWOOD

It’s so nice to see Darcy used in a real way. Her character was totally wasted in Thor

The way Wandas little interviews get more and more sad :(

Uhhh what does that mean Agnes is quiet on the inside? Again with the Ralph thing. I’m starting to think there’s no Ralph at all??

LOOK AT THIS GIRL WITH HER SPACE ROVER . She’s got that same look of determination her mama had. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER WHY ARE HER EYES BLUE

“....soooo Wanda killed me?” I’m ugly laughing again and I shouldn’t be but the comedic delivery is excellent. The whole “office” vibe with the cameras is making an otherwise devastating episode fairly funny

LOOK AT THIS GIRL STANDING UP TO WANDA we love a sharp cheekbones beauty

“Maybe I already am” I mean, I would have loved to hear that post Ultron when for some reason everyone blamed Tony for everything?? But hearing it now is just horrifying and I hate it

Oh vision deciding to go get to his wife is beautiful.

WHERE ARE THE BABIES WHERE ARE THE BOYS OH MY GOD IM FREAKING OUT WHAT BASEMENT THATS NEVER GOOD

Uh hey what the fuck is up with Agness creepy basement of horrors??

AGATHA HARKNESS OH MY GOD

This song is a BOP wtf she deserves an Emmy for this shit

Snoopers gonna snoop what?

Episode 8

Of course it’s Salem, where else would a witch story start

“They simply bent to my power” What a queen

lmaoooo THAT ACCENT COMES AND GOES Agatha really said what we’ve all been thinking

Wait so Wandas power drew Agatha in? I thought maybe Agatha trapped her here?? SHE DOESNT KNOW WHAT WANDA IS

THE BABIES

Oh ouch this trip down memory lane is gonna hurt me isn’t it?

Oh no her mama I’m dying inside send help. The TV sitcoms. Oh my god is this her last memory before her parents died. HELP ME I CANT WATCH THIS

Oh my god, she had powers when she was little?? SHES NOT AN EXPERIMENT???

Listen I generally think telling a story retroactively is lazy writing? Just give us a well developed story the first time?? But this is BRUTAL and brutally well done.

SHE SAW HERSELF IN THE MIND STONE???

Would it have been so difficult for them to give us even a PEEK at this version of wanda vision in CACW? Marvel has the worst habit of just popping up like “oh hey these two love each other all the sudden with no real reason for it” but this is wonderful. So much character development.

Oh listen to this woman begging to be able to bury her husband omg. WAIT SO SHE DIDNT BREAK IN AND TAKE HIM?? WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO VISION?? DID HE PUSH HER INTO THIS PSYCHOTIC BREAK?? HE TOTALLY PLAYED HER INTO RECREATING VISION SHE JUST WANTED CLOSURE. He literally showed her visions dismembered corpse and said “say goodbye” I will kill this dude wtf

“I can’t feel you” guys I have to pause this so I can cry for a minute

“I can’t feel you” and then she leaves. Totally alone in the world. My heart is an empty husk.

Why the house though? Why west view?

OH FUCK ME UP ARE YOU KIDDING ME VISION WAS GOING TO BUILD THEM A HOUSE I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE

It’s not even real vision? Just the projection of her broken heart? “Welcome home” I am broken. Physically broken.

CHAOS MAGIC

SCARLET WITCH

I CANNOT

OH MY GOD WHITE VISION??? NO NO NO

#WandaVision

[fanfic-she-wrote]

A Cute Mistake: Part 2

No warnings just fluff

The next morning you awoke and found Dracula gone as usual. As he slept you found you had ample amount of time to learn the spell you needed. You got up and stretched letting out a long yawn as you went. As you made your way to your office a sudden thought occured to you. How did Dracula get in his coffin? You took off in the opposite direction and went toward his bedroom hoping he wasn't a pile of ashes when you got there. You flung open the door and stepped inside, your eyes immediately darting to the coffin, which remained unopened. Oh no. Hurriedly you searched the castle hoping he had managed to hide himself away somewhere. Finally, you found him lying under your bed with his belly up looking content. You let out a sigh of relief. Gosh, he was so adorable right now. You thought, resisting the urge to touch his soft fluffy belly. Surely, he would kill you for that. Quietly you left the room, not wanting to stir him from his peaceful slumber even though you really wanted to.

Most of the day you spent immersed in your books and practicing the spell hoping that by the time Dracula woke up you could change him back. You hadn't even noticed the light slowly fading to darkness as the hours slipped by. It wasn't until you heard scratching at the door that you realized just how late it was. You put your wand down and opened the door to see Dracula on the other side.

"Have you learned the spell?" He asked stepping into the room, eager to return back to his normal self.

"Hello to you too." You mumbled, shutting the door behind you. "You'd be pleased to know that I have." 

"Good! Then let's get this over with." Dracula said, sounding a slightly relieved as he sat on the floor in front of you. You grabbed your wand and took a deep breath, preparing yourself. Slowly you flourished your wand in a circle around him while speaking a strange incantation as you did so. He quirked his head to the side and watched you. How attractive you looked when you were in your element. Once you finished the spell you gave your wand a quick flick. Smoke emerged from the tip of your wand and suddenly englufed you, obscuring your vision. How strange, you thought. You didn't remember there being this much smoke the last time. "Y/N?" You heard Dracula call out nervously.

"Yes, Im here." You responded. "Did it work?" You asked as the smoke slowly began to dissipate.

"I don't think so." He replied, once he caught sight of you.

"Crap!" You exclaimed as you came face to face with Dracula noticing that he still remained a cat. "Hey, what am I doing down here?" You asked, suddenly realizing that you were no longer looking down at Dracula but  eye level with him. "Oh no..." You gulped, running to the nearest mirror and to your horror a black cat stared back at you. "What have I done?!" You shrieked looking at yourself in the mirror, your mouth hung open in shock. You were hopeless...You thought despairingly to yourself.

Dracula felt bad and in an attempt to comfort you he rubbed his head against yours. "I'm sorry." He said softly.

"I'm the one that should be sorry. I'm such an awful witch. I can't even perform basic transfiguration spells..." You uttered.

"No you're not. I've seen you do plenty of great things. Everybody is allowed an off day every now and then." He assured you. You gave him a small appreciative smile and a kiss on his cheek. (Which in cat terms was with your tongue.) It was almost instinctive, like you had unintentionally adapted some cat characteristics.

"Oh sorry!" You apologized, pulling away realizing what you had done. Dracula blinked not knowing quite what to think about that. This was all very strange.

"Is there any other way you can change us back?" Dracula asked.

"Well, we could always wait till the spell wears off." You told him.

"How long does that take?" He groaned, dreading the answer.

"It's unpredictable. Sometimes a couple days sometimes a week." You answered.

Dracula sighed. "Well, at least it's not permanent." He added gratefully with a shrug.

"So what do cats do?" You asked trying to figure out what to do. He stared ahead blankly for a moment.

"I'm not sure. Eat and sleep mostly." He replied.

"Well I guess this as good time as ever to catch up on my reading." You sighed heading back towards your desk.

"I'll join you." Dracula said following you. He had read a little bit about witchcraft before, but there were some things he was still curious about.

You looked up at your desk feeling slightly intimidated by how high it suddenly was. "I can do this." You assured yourself as you bent your knees and wiggled your butt, preparing yourself to jump. Dracula chuckled watching you, noting how cute you were. Then you pounced and you almost made it too, but it wasn't quite far enough. You slid down digging your claws in trying to catch onto something, but unfortunately the only thing you managed to grab was some papers. "No, no, no!" You gasped as you slid the rest of the way down landing on the floor with a thump, covered in papers.

Dracula stood over you, his eyebrow cocked. "That was graceful." He remarked.

"Let's see you do it then." You scoffed as you got up and shook yourself off. Dracula nodded his head confidently and approached the side of the table. In one carefully coordinated leap he reached the top with ease. He turned around and grinned down at you triumphantly. "Piece of cake."

You groaned. "Show off." And readied yourself once more, this time you finally made it to the top.

Quietly, you and Dracula read some of your textbooks together. Trying to read with paws certainly made things interesting. For one thing it made it difficult to turn the pages. But turning the pages wouldn't be the only problem you would encounter, after all your week (or if you were lucky earlier) learning how to be a cat had just begun.

Thoughout the week several more random incidents occured. Eating became a bit of a chore. Without thumbs it became nearly impossible to raid the cabinets or icebox. After many failed attempts you just settled for whatever you could get your paws on which was mostly bread.

However there were many positives to being a cat. You quite liked how flexible and agile you were, being able to jump from one location to another, especially high places. As the days passed your new favorite activity was finding some place to hide and jumping out at Dracula trying to scare him. Most of the time it worked and when it did, he chased you around the castle till finally you surrendered.

As the week slowly drew to a close, you were actually kind of happy that this had happened. That you both were able to take a break and enjoy yourselves. Secretly, Dracula felt the same although he would never admit it.

As you two sat sharing a chair by the fire, dozing off you suddenly felt a little strange, like the entire world was spinning. You closed your eyes wishing it would stop and then when you finally felt better you slowly opened them again this time you found yourself sitting on Dracula's lap in your human form. "It's over." He sighed, holding you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled, suddenly realizing how much you had missed seeing his handsome face.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" You asked.

"Not from where I'm sitting." He said, leaning in and giving you a well over due kiss. How he missed kissing your soft lips. Kissing you as a cat was definitely not something he would miss, and for that matter neither would you. You loved him the way he was and you wouldn't change it for the world whether he was a vampire or a cat, you loved him all the same.

#hope you liked it! #not my best #im pushing through a writers block at the moment #maybe ill write dracula and van helsing as cats some day #dracula x reader #x reader #reader insert #christopher lee

[angstysebfan]

Laser-Like Focus - Chapter 4

Pairing:  Bucky x reader

Summary: You met Bucky while working with the Avengers. You fell in love and got married. One thing you had in common was to kill all members of HYDRA. Bucky for his known reasons, and you because they killed your parents in front of you when you were a little girl. Soon your focus on HYDRA pulled you and Bucky apart. He decided to leave the Avengers and after a long separation, sent you divorce papers. He comes back to get the signed papers, as he is about to get married again. But everything with you and Buck is an adventure.

You ride in one truck with some of your team, and Bucky made sure to ride in the separate truck. You know it was to show you that even though he was here, it was not for you. You know you can’t blame him, but you would be lying if you didn’t say it stung. 

You made it to a meet up location just outside the buildings. You started sprouting out orders to everyone, planning on going in alone to check out the building and having everyone else on the perimeter. Bucky interrupted you, “I’m going in,” he says. You look at him for a moment, “Barnes, I think it’s better if only 1 person goes in,” you say.

He shrugs, “Then stay out here, but I’m going in,” he says. You roll your eyes and look at the rest of the team, “Man the perimeter, Barnes and I are going in. Keep your comms on channel 2,” you say as you all adjusted your comms. You turned and looked at Bucky and gave him a nod, before heading toward the building.

You both walk in, guns drawn, just in case there was anyone here. You watch each others back and keep moving through the lower level of the building. It felt like old times, the nostalgia killing you. After you checked the first floor you moved up. Once the 2nd and 3rd floor were clear you headed back down. 

“I told you there was no one here,” you said as you strapped your gun back into it’s holster. Bucky looked around the room and saw the wall falling away on 1 side. he walked over and pushed, and found a hidden door. “Then why is there a hidden door? he asked with a smirk. You walked up to him, looking at the door in awe and then shot him a smirk, “After you Special Agent Barnes,” you said. 

Bucky nodded and walked in, as you quickly drew your gun again and walked in behind him. As soon as you got past the door, it slammed shut behind you and the small room you were in started to fill with mud and water. Bucky ran back to the door and started punching it with his metal arm, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Anyone hear me? Barnes and I are trapped in a trap room on the first floor. Can anyone hear me?” you call on the comms with no answer. You look at Bucky with fear in your eyes, “They must have something around the walls to block the signal,” you say. Bucky continues to pound on the door with his metal arm, as you look around to see if there is another place you can get out.

You quickly point your gun at the door, but Bucky stops you, “If it ricochets, we could die,” he says. You look at him like he is crazy, “Well it looks like we are going to die anyway,” you say, trying to stay calm. You try the comms again, but no answer. The muddy water is now up to your waist, “This was a great idea,” you say. Bucky looks at you, “I am going to get you out of here, you hear me? I will,” he says.

You look into his eyes and see truth, and something else. Something you haven’t seen in a long time. You shake it away, knowing he couldn’t be looking at you more then his soon to be ex-wife. He has someone else now. Someone else to love, and it’s your fault. You look at him again, “Bucky, I... I just want to say I’m sorry,” you say.

Bucky looks at you, as the water continues to rise now to your shoulders, “Y/N, keep you apologizes. You are getting out of here,” he says. “Doesn’t change the fact that I’m sorry,” you say, standing on your tippy toes to keep the water away from your mouth. Bucky gives you a small smile, “It’s fine, Doll. Don’t...”

Bucky was interrupted by banging against the door. He pulled you into his arms, away from the door, and it was finally kicked in by Steve. All the water and mud spilled out of the room, along with you and Bucky. “Buck, Y/N, are you guys ok?” Steve asks helping you both off the floor. “Yea, thanks Steve. How did you know where we were? The comms were down,” you ask.

“When I didn’t hear from you I came in to make sure, then I saw water over here and noticed the wall looked weird. I heard Bucky trying to punch out. Looks like it was a trap,” he says. You give him a smile and pat on the shoulder, “Thanks, you’re a life saver,” you say. You look at Bucky and give him a small smile, “You too, Buck. Thanks,” you say before walking away.

Steve looks at Bucky, who watches you leave the building. “What happened in there?” Steve asked. Bucky looked at him, “Nothing. She thought she was going to die and felt like apologizing for stuff. I’m sure it was just in the heat of the moment,” Bucky says before heading back.

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The ride back to the command center was quiet. Everyone knew you were brooding over the whole situation, and it was better to leave you alone when that happened. When you got back you jumped out of the truck in time to see Melissa screaming for Bucky and running into his arms.

“Bucky! What happened to you?” she said as tears fell from her eyes. Bucky hugs her, “It’s ok sweetheart, we were perfectly safe. Are you alright?” he asks. She nods and leans up to kiss him. It was a passionate kiss, filled with worry and love. You can’t help but turn away and walk back over to the plans. A stray tear escapes your eye, but you are quick to wipe it away before anyone sees.

Bucky walks over to you, with Melissa wrapped around his arm. “No need to stay Sergeant Barnes. You’ve fulfilled your promise. No one can say anything about you,” you say emotionless. Bucky furrows his brow, “I told you I would stay the day, not 1 bad mission,” he says. You look at him and makes sure you face is completely void of emotion and your eyes cold, “Whatever you wish to do. Just saying you can get out of this if you want,” you say before grabbing a file and walking away.

Bucky watched you leave, and hated that he felt concerned. Why does he still care what is going on with you? Oh yea... because no matter how many times he lies to himself, he still loves you. But he loves Melissa, and maybe he should leave and make sure Melissa is safe. He barely has time to make a decision when a bomb goes off right in the area you just walked to.

Bucky looks at Melissa, “Baby, stay here. Don’t move unless me or one of the other Avengers tell you to, you hear me?” he asks. Melissa, whose eyes are huge just nods, not trusting her voice. Bucky turns and runs in that direction. He needs to see you. He needs to know if you’re ok. As he runs into the crowd of agents, he sees you running away from him and the crowd.

“Y/N!” he yells before another explosion goes off, again right in the area he saw you run. 

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Ok I am a single follower but I like hannibal tv but would enjoy ur movie thoughts I like some of the books too and have been meaning to get around to the movies 😳😳

OKAY I'M EDITING A READMORE ONTO THIS LOL I REALIZED THATS SOMETHING I CAN DO! so now my incredibly waaayyy too long answer abt my thoughts on 2002 will is under there. apologies bc this is less "movie thoughts" and more "2002 movie will thoughts" but well thats how the chips fell

GOD okay sooo for the record i am reading the red dragon book and am like 7 or 8 chapters in and full transparency im not like. enjoying it lol. the book pisses me off with its misogyny (all the women in it are either dead or it feels like you're supposed to think theyre Selfish Bitches or theyre just there for like. bizarre and uncomfortable sexual moments like the guys talking abt that woman in the elevator, or that one part of mrs. leeds diary which is like. i guess could be there to Show Her Humanity or whatever but 1. there are more ways to do that 2. the book doesnt seem particularly concerned with her humanity considering she's barely even given a first name and so far the novel hasnt seemed to disapprove of how will thinks of her as a possession of her husband) and its inconsistency with will's most important character trait or whatever (he's so intensely, extremely empathetic towards EVERYONE, even serial killers, which makes him really good at finding them! and he can never turn this off, to the point where every time he has a conversation with someone, he ends up mimicking the way they talk, even if he tries to stop! but also he never empathizes with the victims or HIS OWN FUCKING WIFE? HELLO? so it really feels less like "extremely strong empathy for everyone that he cant control" and more like "he can empathize with serial killers extremely well and also other people if we want to Make A Point in one scene instead of letting the point show through the whole book") BUT UHHH ANYWAY. MOVIE THOUGHTS. THE MOVIE THOUGHTS YOU ASKED FOR COMING RIGHT UP!

okay this is what i am worried will either 1. draw annoying tv will graham stans to my blog like flies or 2. end with me being hanged in the town square BUT. it must be said. i prefer 2002 red dragon will graham to tv will graham. and quite frankly? so far? i think 2002 red dragon will graham is better than book will graham. i cannot lie.

my reasoning: because 2002 will actually empathizes with more people than serial killers and his boss! y'know! like you'd assume someone with constant extreme empathy would! the difference between the first scene with molly in the book vs in the movie are SO striking to me now that i've read that part of the novel. in the novel he seems very... rough, i guess, and like he doesnt care about molly's worries. he doesnt seem to see things from her perspective, which especially feels like a kick to the gut because MOLLY! SEES! THINGS! FROM! HIS! PERSPECTIVE!!! she literally empathizes with him more than he does with her! what the fuck! MEANWHILE in the movie, he does seem to care about her. his assurances that he wont get too involved seem like assurances rather than him trying to get her off his back. he hugs her and tells her he loves her and i actually believe that yeah, he loves her, he knows she's worried about him, and he wants to comfort her and ease her worries. and the victims! AGAIN such a stark difference to me! in the book, will is like... uncomfortable empathizing w the red dragon, of course, but he doesnt seem to empathize with the victims all that much, ESPECIALLY not the women. he doesnt care about them. he sees them as possessions belonging to their husbands and its so fucking gross. despite already suspecting that the red dragon chooses families based on the women, he decides to waste time focusing on the husbands as a way of "asking permission to look at [their wives]." what the fuck? meanwhile in the film, he feels for the victims so much that he can barely even say that the kids were shot in bed! when he watches the tapes, he focuses on the women! because that's his fucking job!!! and we see him empathizing with them! wow!!

siiigh okay im gonna stop talking abt the book vs the movie now bc again im only like 8 chapters or so deep. but now we come to tv will vs. 2002 will, which is admittedly gonna be more subjective and part of that it bc i cant remember a whole lot of specifics from the show bc my memory is Very Bad. but anyway

let's get the shallow stuff out of the way. yes i prefer ed norton's face to hugh dancy's. call hugh dancy "gender" or whatever have your fun i support you and your right to call any blood covered man a gender but by god is that not even REMOTELY my experience. next shallow thing to get out of the way: ed norton's line delivery is like music to my FUCKING ears compared to hugh dancy's i am so sorry. like the jokes about will shaking like a damp chihuahua before taking 5 minutes to stutter out "he's killing them....... On Purpose, jack." are funny and all but christ i had SUCH a hard time watching the show bc of that im not lying. literally hearing 2002 will just say "he's not keeping them. he's eating them." nice and quick, matter of factly is better than well im actually gonna end that sentence there but you get the idea. like YESSS you little blonde bitch get to the point i love you!!!

OKAY NOW less shallow points but also less uhh idk man i just dont remember a lot of hannibal. but basically: after seeing how caring 2002 will is, i'm kind of... idk i'm just so over tv will and how abrasive and harsh he is in comparison. like i fell in LOVE with how vulnerable 2002 will is, how he feels like he cares deeply about the people around him (and honestly... idk i cant remember a moment in the hannibal tv series that made me feel the way i felt when 2002 will can't say "the kids were shot in their beds". it's like... yeah this is a guy who feels so deeply for everyone around him at all times. i believe that.) and i just dont remember getting that same feeling from tv will. i have been gently spoon fed the most excellent chocolate pudding and everything else in my memory is just a snack pack. i guess tv will has those moments (what comes to mind is when he brings gideon to hannibal's house and is crying and he says "please dont lie to me") but idk they just didnt really do for me what 2002 will does. and then their scenes with reba! wow! i rewatched the tv version after watching red dragon, bc the film version made me tear up, meanwhile the tv version i barely remembered and i wasnt sure if that was just bc of the different mindsets i was in while watching them or what. and ok i just rewatched the tv version again and like... yeah. it's the wills lol. i LOVEEE tv reba SO much she is giving everything in that scene!! she sounds so like... broken, both bc of dolarhyde's apparent suicide and bc of finding out who he was + what he was doing, she sounds so fragile and guilt ridden! she's amazing!! but will. idk. tv will's delivery just seems... idk this feels dumb to say but it sounds like writing. i admittedly LOVE the line "people who study this kind of thing say that he was trying to stop because you helped him." and his delivery there is good. but between tv "you didnt draw a freak, you drew a man w a freak on his back" and the 2002 version, the 2002 delivery seems more genuine while the tv delivery sounds rehearsed. idk overall the 2002 version of that conversation just makes me feel more? its like. idk i can feel the 2002 version gently holding my heart while the tv version is a scene that is nice in h/nnigram gifsets or w/e.

umm ok this is already suuuper long and my brain is getting a bit mushy so i'm gonna start wrapping it up lol. i'll probably compare book will and 2002 will again after i finish the book, and then i miiight rewatch hannibal, or at least parts of s3. but right now my thoughts are basically: book will is a fucking dick who has an easier time empathizing with serial killers than with his wife. tv will is a nothing girl after being so completely catered to + also idk he doesnt have the same fragility that i want from my wills now. and 2002 will is my little caramel apple. he has this delightful vulnerability and feels like he cares so much and empathizes with more people than serial killers and his boss and 4 people in a diner for one scene! 2002 will made me care about will graham! which is honestly kind of a feat!

#long post #like so so so long #my condolences anon and also anyone following me who doesnt want this on their dash #but yeah 2002 will is my booboo bear my cinnamon swirl coffeecake my little heavensent angel #and ed nortons performance made me feel more than hugh dancy's #i think ed norton does a really good job at giving his characters that kind of vulnerability and i LOVE that!! #like yeah whatever 'you're gat arent you dont you just think hes hot' sure say that but also like #have you seen him in primal fear? its a movie thats a firm Its Complicated for me but his performance is so good and he feels so vulnerable #and even in fight club and kingdom of heaven i think he gets that in there! idk i genuinely think he's a good actor #personal #red dragon #if im writing an essay i may as well put it in my tags #asks #anonymous #<- FORGOT TO ADD THOSE TAGS. anyway #EDIT: NOW FEATURING A READMORE LOL.

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Chapter 8: Pain of Creation

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As more of the Kamijiru's secrets uncover. The Clown starts the show up above. The rejected students make their first big move.

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7 Years Ago

Hero Fabrication 1st Update

"So then. My first test. Candy. Shall begin. Now I'd first like to explain my Quirk called. God's Hand. I personally never chose the name but it stuck with the masses so I can create any living thing from a non living thing and vice versa. Though for me to make a living being from a dead object. I'd need a blood sample. This blood sample can come from any person whether it be from me or a volunteer... Though for this experiment I ended up exploiting a friend Im more than positive it will be worth it."

Brimming with confidence the professor dragged over a board. Opening a marker pen with his teeth gripping onto the now open pen. He drew a cube with a smiley face on it and legs. "So.. This is Quenton Birch. Quite bizarrely this boy has the ability to use Cartoon Physics. And so now I want to use him as a base. So not too long ago I asked a friend to retrieve a blood sample. From him."

"Now I suppose you're wondering why I don't use my own blood. But this is part of the test. Ok." The black haired man reached out for the blood sample. Taking about a syringe full out from it. Then gathered up a piece of cotton candy from a bag. "Now if you've been paying attention then I'm certain you'll know what I'll do with this right?"

Akira hovered his hand over the sweet, dropping the syringe's contents on it as he did. Shortly after the pink fluff of sugar grew larger. Filling up the already restricted space on his desk. Slowly the colour became more similar to human skin in looks and in texture. And then a few minutes later. A human body lay presented to him on the table.

"PERFECT! IT WENT WELL! As far as I can see there are no imperfections here." Akira began going all over the body taking measurements. "Kaaaah. Though I'm a lot filthier than I thought. They're around 12 Years Old right now... ...Have I really had some candy lying around for that long? That's a good bit of my life that is. But either way... ...The test worked! Test 1 Candy is a success...After all the research. It took a long time but my idea of artificial human beings is starting off great. I'll record again. Erm... Once they've begun moving."

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Hero Fabrication Update 2

"Hurk. H-Hello. I'm back again. Urk!?" The doctor was getting his face pulled at by a pair of stretching arms. "Hey now relax don't go pulling at peoples faces. It's rude. Ahem anyway. I'd like to tell you all that from now on I'll officially be doing work on this project from now on. Though...I won't really be giving anyone these tapes til after its all over... ...In case it gets shut do-"

Crunching glass and spilling water were going everywhere. Test tubes and flasks flung from above. Another voice came in from afar. "Professor! She's messing up the equipment again!"

"They don't like it if you refer to them that way. Did you forget again? Apologise and they'll stop. Sigh.... W-Well that's one way to let you know that I've got new staff working with me. This once again will be kept on the low until I try my best to ease the idea onto the government. So we all hide our identities using codes. Well. Besides me. I am responsible for the worst outcome at the end of the day."

Gasping ferociously hard Akira's assistants were all chasing after the first little creation made by Akira. They clung to Akira's leg, sheepishly hiding behind him. "Hey now... You need to go back already." Reaching his hands upon the head of the little creation the professor patted at their head gently.

"I know you don't like that water but without it I can't keep all of you together. You'll fall apart since you technically aren't complete. Come now."

"Professor Kamijiru? These barcodes on their necks? Are these their names?"

"Oh yes. You're one of the newer members. I marked them with a stamp in the creation process."

"Well. Who're they. When they to your side?"

"This is the first of my creations. As with the now other 20 I have made. They only got the one power from the dna of Quenton. The ability to stretch out their body and proportions to match any need at the time."

"Ohh? Well what's this ones name Akira?"

"Well they came from a piece of sweet, cotton candy. And as a result they smell really sweet. Especially, their hair. So I decided to name them. Okashi." Present day and a hammer came crashing down onto the tape playing the recorded message from Akira's past.

"Finally that voice can be put to silence for once. I'll never have to hear that false voice ever again." Okashi was removing her glasses, her hair shrinking slowly closer to her head. "At last." Digging her fingers deep into her face the black haired girl started pulling away at her face stretching it out and mangling it around before landing on a different look.

"I'll finally get to hear the real thing in person once again." The same face as the clown person stuck underground. "Yeah. I'll finally get to hear that voice gargling for air as I wring out your damn neck. Yeah. That'll be nice." On their way out the hole above them. They were attatching stuff they came across to their tool belt. Finally stretching her arm over to the table containing her own fully functional Quirk contracting & Quirk cancelling solutions. 3 of the latter lodged in the necks of unconscious heroes. Bandana Dee, Taranza & Dedede.

"Well then...Let's get this invasion started."

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"Hrmm. Oi Honoka?" The stone cocooned girl turned her head over to Hokori startled by how invasivly close he was to her face. "Wh- What do you want!?"

"Do you want to join us?"

"Join you?"

"Yeah."

"... No way."

"Aww. Why not?"

"I refuse to be acknowledged by the world as some delinquent. I'm different from you I'm important for the future of this hero's society. To save those two weak to save themselves. That's my purpose. Those are the intentions I was made with. Until I've achieved that and more I won't bother trying anything else. I've never played a single game never stopped studying only. And never stopped practicing. I will become a hero that outshines even the world's greatest. That's how I am. So it will happen."

"Well just be a hero with us."

"Kotawaru. Doing anything that's against the basic laws of quirk usage in public. Why that would just bring about shame to my father's name of course my existence brought him enough hate as it is way in the past."

Her malleable face was stretched out suddenly by Hokori who had an impatient expression on his face. "Well make up your mind already do you want to be a hero or not? The past is the past why let it decide what you do now?"

"SHUT UP I SAID NO!"

"Hm?" Takaishi raised his head cautiously his face was twitching about. "I think something big's coming this way?"

"Really? How far?" Prodding his soft index finger at the blind boys head Kageyama decided to taunt him. "Or are you lying just so that you can get us all scared and rattled. Heheh!"

"WHAT NO! IT'S SOME BIG THING ON WHEELS!"

"How far though dreads?"

"I don't know!? Like about 6 Kilometres back the way we came?"

"Oh wow? I bet you can hear the angels singing from heaven from here to huh." He remarked sarcastically circling a halo round his head using his Quirk.

"I'M TELLING YOU! SOMETHING BIG IS COMING! If it wasn't this massive I wouldn't be able to hear it at all! We should use that as an opportunity to escape and- ...H-Hokori?"

The alleged leader had wandered off somewhere, Shebi carrying Honoka was gone to. "AAH! He vanished!"

"Honestly he could at least spare the detail on where he goes. Anyway it should be fine. He's got Medusa with him...Hm? What's this?" A distinct red speck of dust fell infront of Kageyama, catching it on his finger. "Hmm. Powder?"

"Hey look more of its coming down!" Shuri pointed up to the the sky several small particles akin to mist came soaring down and about the placement. "I don't trust this. You. Shrinker."

"Shuri!"

"Whatever! Just... Are those clothes made to stretch out with you aswell as return to normal?"

"Yep yep! But why do you want to know now?"

The ground chipped barely, Kageyama had stuck a wall of popes into the ground on both sides working as a wall. "Alright now I want you to grow out that jacket and throw it over the cage."

"Hey but..Won't it just come through the now bigger seams?" Takaishi asked. "Yeah that's what an idiot would assume." Kageyama replied smirking at Takaishi in particular. "During the short fight I had with her in training I noticed her clothes aren't like usual giant quirk users where they're just really stretchy. Aside from those guards on her body. All her clothes have a whole different layer of unused threads."

"So when she stretches out her limbs to grow bigger and when the seams are forced to expand that secondary layer comes up and gets tied up together with the previous threads. So in other words. Her clothes can never be too loose or too tight. They'll always be just right. Now hurry up. Grow big and strip. We can throw it over a cage I make. Then it'll be a shield."

Yatsua piped up in embarrassment at the comment. "Hey! You don't just ask someone to strip it's rude! Especially a gi- OI OI OI!" Shuri was already mid way taking off a her top in bigger form. "It's fine I've got something underneath Yatsu." This was a normal giant quirk top but was still ripping at the back.

"IT'S STILL RIPPING IDIOT!"

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As that Quartet of teens kept doing their thing above. Hokori & Shebi had wandered off elsewhere in a different building. The building had an underground. "Woah. This a long tunnel huh Shebi?"

"Yeah... Honoka fell asleep... ...She's drooling. Somehow."

"Hm... ...Shebi. You lied to her back then didn't you?" Rightfully confused Shebi squinted harshly at Hokori. "What about?"

"Your Quirk... She never looked you in your eyes. She was busy watching your coat..."

"Oh so you did notice that then... Well. Sometimes a lie like that is necessary for surviving. Revealing a Quirk right away is like automatically signing your way to die. And even if you've called me out I still won't say what it really is."

"You had a move like that and never said a thing? Haha! Badass."

"You don't even know what it is yet. Maybe I'll share another time."

The bandana tied redhead pouted his lips huffing loudly. "Tch. Okay." Hokori continued making small talk. "You know when we got to my house their was no one surrounding like usual...Did you scare them off or something?"

"Errr. I kicked one big guy. With the Tajma-Hell. The rest ran scared. Your sisters the only one who fought me without much restraint."

"What's a Tajma-Hell?"

"That's one of my attacks. It's an axe kick but well... ...Worse..."

"... Ah I get it. It's a bad move."

"Your damn right it is....Hey. I can see some light finally" They kept going forwards. The lines of light revealing the insides of a run down building, leaving Hokori & Shebi in awe. "Damn. This is incredible...They just have stuff like this idly standing by underground like this? Then again it doesn't look like it's that valuable to anybody now."

"Hey Shebi! I found something cool come check it out. Look look." Giant glass containers were checkered about messily all over. Broken glass stabbed in and all over the place. Both the two of them were fascinated by everything they came by. Machinery that was fairly new and polished. And robot like things stood tal in the corner. A mixture of mess and neatness.

And then something frigid, wet and slippery slid off along from Shebi's neck and arms. This caused her to shiver and look over her shoulder a confused but sickened expression scrunched up her face. "What...The. Honoka..." Honoka began waking up. Crying and quivering. "Erm Hey. Honoka? Are you alri-?"

Before Shebi could even finish her sentence Honoka started wailing louder than multiple fire alarms, thrashing about her cocoon violently. "NO NO NO. LEAVE ME ALONE! NO NOT HERE AGAIN! I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!"

"Erm. Hok- HE'S GONE!?!?"

The bandana wearer had found himself zoned out looking at the screen for a TV further down within the cofines of the room. "Cameras? It looks like there's alot of them around. Hey this ones in a first person view. Is it some sort of video game?... Ah? AH WAIT!? I KNOW WHERE THAT IS! THAT'S WHERE WE WERE JUST! Hrng. I'm not gonna pretend I know anything about computers. So I guess it's some surveillance system."

In search of someone who might've perhaps installed such a high tech system within the underground chamber they found themselves in. To the right of him was just a tunnel that was blocked off completely by debris. "Well no matter what's going on now. While there's some cool stuff down here. This place is just a huge wreck." Hokori said knocking the desk at his side.

The table broke and collapsed and small device fell from its bits and pieces garnering Hokori's attention. "Oh? A Voice recorder?... ...Well its not rude if no one remembered it." He pressed play. The familiar voice of Professor Kamijiru came from inside it, noticeably agitated by something.

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"What do you mean you made. More?" The professor was met with silence.

"And without my authorisation? Have you even been raising them properly." Once again he was met with silence.

"D-Do you even care!? I asked for your help for this part of the project because I knew you could cover all my expenses! I didn't share my work with you just so you could throw it all away!" Again. Silence.

"IS EVEN ONE OF YOU BASTARDS LISTENING TO ME!?" Finally, after moments of elongated silence a smooth yet gruff voice replied to him. "... ...We're a gang. Dr. 'Godhand'. You didn't actually think our family was just going to, I don't know, ignore a prime catch like this? You hired us with that knowledge. That we were a gang that is. That was the moment you should've known what a mistake you'd made. Even our little brither wouldn't fuck up this bad."

"I-...You won't do any more of this. Understand."

"Hmph. Since we've just been following demands on making heroes I see no reason for why we should cease our own experimentation. But of course. I promise you no more creations outside of your own.... ....Though. Something worth pointing out though. Dear Kamijiru. You speak of raising these things by your side?"

"Well yes. Is that something that bothers you people?" The Professor asked, suspiciously. A massive amount of unsureness in his eyes as he spoke with his 'ally.'

"Hmm. Well Dr. Professor man thing. Usually with weapons we use them. They wear down. And in a more humane term. Are disposed of. Nobody wants a broken tool left lying around right. The only thing special about these creatures is their power outside of that. All they are to me are weapons and if it dies then its not my problem. It was just to weak to live on."

"Anyone should be given a chance to live freely. People who would abuse that freedom to behave awfully, like yourselves, shouldn't be allowed to have it."

"Well personally we could care less of your ideals. We're Yakuza. This is just buisness. In fact. I would like to play a little game. The 20 of your creations. Fighting the 20 copies. They can fight for their freedom. Not so much of a new concept for mankind. Freedom has never once been obtainable without causing issue for somebody else."

"I'M NOT GOING TO PARTICIPATE IN YOUR TWISTED EXCERCISE! EACH ONE OF MY CREATIONS IS AS IMPORTANT TO ME AS IF THEY WERE MY OWN CHILD. THEY AREN'T JUST TOYS FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH."

" Hmm. See I'd agree but the quiet kids love playing with guns all the time. So come on don't be a buzzkill Professor. Let's play!" The voice through the tape raised loud and confident elated by his very own proposal.

"... Show me them. I'm taking them away from you. You don't deserve to take care of a another life. I'm done taking money from you fools."

"... ...Tahahahah! Fine we scratch the fight. One! We'll show you one! One is all you need to see. We've done the same to all ours. We got sick of those human sized tubes, so we thrashed them. If they couldn't stay together well. Maybe you should've prioritised how stable they would be rather than making sure they are treated well. A gun doesn't need to talk. Only kill."

"Well then I'd very much like to know how you managed this without my suspicions growing further."

"The process really was simple. See you hired all these people you thought you could trust. Outside of ourselves of course. But there were a few or so who gave into our 'persuasions'. While on their own the process of Cloning would never be complete. I made my own investment."

"Hm. So what could those bastards have possibly offered you."

"Well... I was faced with a truly beautiful specimen. A true weapon. No personality. No out of line behavior. No voice. No soul. No mind. Exactly what my family was looking for."

Stuttering aggressively over and over. Kamijiru couldn't even muster a reaction. Leaving Hokori confused for a bit. "Y-You! WH-WH-WHAT IS THIS!? Those. Those symbols!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THAT CHILD!?"

"...We...Fixed her. Meet our blooming flower. Honoka." The gang leader softly giggled to himself the the recorder began to muffled and buzz. Then silence.

"Honoka?" Hokori had accidentally crushed the recorder at the sound of that girls name. "Someone's hurt her? Huh?" His attention shortly after drifted over to another desk on it were familiar pairs of syringe. One group red. Another green. But too stunned to stay fixed on them.

Hurtling as fast as a bullet a table fired back from where Shebi was, right to Hokori. In response he punched it in two the second it reached him.

"I'd hoped I could just come down here mind my buisness have some fun on a short trip." Shebi was cornered by a berserk Honoka, she was bleeding and bruised in several places. "But now look." She plucked a strand of hair from her bangs watching it droop as she held it up.

"You've gone and messed up my hair. Your a girl Honoka you should know I can't let this go. It's always a contest on who looks best. And I agree beauty is perfection with it you can attention...However-" Honoka interupted her, blitzing forwards to attack. Shebi was falling to the floor face first seemingly.

Instead though. Her palm had struck the floor first, hoisting her up from the ground. Kicking out one leg over into Honoka's face, leaving a dent on her gelatinous face. Switching to her other hand Shebi swung herself round the ground sweeping her off from her feet. Finally she stood herself up after a jump from her hand, landing a devastating axe kick down on her chest.

"It's just as important that you're able to stand up for yourself in the heat of the moment." Filling out her body's dents Honoka shakily stood back up, no words were uttered from her mouth. "...Jeez. You can still stand up after that? I guess being a jelly girl has its perks-"

Soon after saying that, the blooming bio weapon stretched out her right arm and finger noticeably they looked sharp and hardened. "Oh? So you can get hard so what. Though. For a girl that's not usually something we can experience."

Honoka's hand morphed again. The after result, several sharp blades in a circular shape that began spinning and picking up speed every passing second. "W-Woah... ...No way. Seriously? A buzzsaw. This could be bad... ...I shouldn't need my Quirk right now though. You're nothing special. So I'll just have fun with you. I thought your only Quirk was shape-shifting. What a joke."

The enraged girl ran at Shebi with the whirring blade, literally in her hand, swinging for Shebi's face. Grazing a small bit of hair once again amidst the several rapid swings "Hey! Seriously! Watch the hair!" Shebi did a spinning roundhouse kick downing the girl yet again. The stone princess smiled "I still want to look great once I've beat your ass."

Honoka reached into herself directly on the symbol on her chest, with the precision of a surgeon she pulled out a black spear. "Oh so your Quirk isn't just Malleability. That symbol on your chest is like a pocket. Hm. I guess I could use it now then. This fight going on any longer could end bad. I don't want to risk bot using it now. She could have a grenade in there or something. Parthenon- Huh."

Her adversary didn't hesitate, and let Shebi to so much as think to do something and so she lunged at Shebi with the Spear & swinging her buzzing arm around narrowly missing the arms and legs. "SHIT!" Shebi kicked off of her chest to gain some distance. A loud bang heard in doing so."

"HUH!? Wait! Is that symbol really a Quirk?" Honoka didn't let up her attack pushing forward piercing debris while Shebi dodged swiftly, not once turning her back as she did, soon returning a bone shattering kick of her own. "This'll put you down! No hard feelings!"

Casually taking advantage of her body's capabilities, Honoka stretched her head right out the way of harm, and although no contact was made an echoing pop like noise came nearby. "GYRAH!!!" The near miss had caused Shebi to hyper extend her right leg. "Sh-Shit. I've dislocated it!"

The out of control Honoka took that opportunity to hurl her saw hand to the fallen Shebi. "Well damn. I guess I'll use it. I don't have time to fix this normally...So Parthenon Pillar-" The rubble beneath them shot upwards like a rocket, acting as a foot hold for her while the edge uppercutted Honoka skywards.

"Now this'll hurt but...LONGSTONE SMASH!" She stomped down onto her airborne foe with her injured leg. Crashing her back to the ground. "THERE IT IS!" Though her bone managed to pop back into place. "Phew." As if she were a predator Shebi peered over the edge of the makeshift cliff, down on Honka. She was still conscious, but pinned down to the floor by rocks. Each time she tried breaking free more rock pinned her down.

"...Hmm. Sorry their Honoka. Im sorry I can't see more of your 'Quirks' but I want to leave already. Hokori's probably getting up to trouble. But lucky you!" The stone pillar rose her up even higher to the cieling. "Here's the baddest move I have in my disposal so far." From the sickening height she was at. Shebi jumped off her right leg extended. Then like a top, she began to spin, getting faster and faster each time. Until. "TAJMAH HELL!" Her devastating spinning weighty axe kick landed on Honoka's face. Denting the girl down about 8 inches into the ground.

"... ...Well clearly you weren't listening to me. Earlier, you were to busy focusing on how you looked. Cool. But I told you, being able to kick ass should be put ahead of that. I'm not some damsel. Fool."

~Shebi Ishikawa. Quirk: Stone. Can manipulate any type of Earth or Stone.

About 10 minutes had passed since Shebi knocked Honoka unconscious. Staying put not wanting to get lost, in an attempt to find Hokori.

"SHEBI-SAN!"

"Hmmm. Oh. Hokori. You're back finally a- What's with all that stuff your carrying. Oof. Hey." Hokori pressed several blueprints and notes against Shebi's chest. He wasn't smiling.

"....Huh!?" And shortly after skimming through. She became angry. "Where?"

"Right above us."

"...Then we'll take care of it right."

"Yeah. This. This is all torture not greatness." The same straight look was on their faces coming from the mysterious building. As they were walking out Shebi changed the structure of the territory below the surface. It collapsed behind them. And the building crumbled away. "I'll let them decide what they want to be."

"So Hokori. This will be our first big move?"

"...Yeah." Hokori puffed up inhaling deep. "GUYS!" Kageyama and the others were staring upwards having been left out earlier. "Yo Hokori." Kageyama casually called back. "Things got crazy while you were gone."

"It's fine. I have enough stuff to know what needs to happen now." A giant machine with a large platform at the surface was propped in between the buildings of Eusha, small bangs were coming from their to. Someone was fighting. Hokori cracked his fingers and smiled. "Let's go!"

#my writing #bnha #bnha au #boku no hero academia #mha #mha au

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AU list!

hi! These are a bunch of Au’s that i could write,and you could request! (reposting because it didnt work the first time)

General

Fake dating (My personal favourite)

Soulmates

Coffee shop

Modern Royalty

Rockstar

Running From The Police

Rebel Against The Goverment

High School

University

Law school

Delayed-Flights-And-Were-Stuck-In-The-Airport-And-Its-Like-2Am

Roommates

Road Trip

Arranged Marriage

Im-Arranged-To-Marry-Your-Brother-But-Were-In-Love

Amnesia

Tattoo-Artist-And-Coffee-Shop-Worker

Loved-Since-Childhood

Professor-Student (of age)

Met-On-Holiday

More detailed

21.You were singing/playing guitar/etc. in the park to protest the war and a policeman tried to dismiss you for 'disturbing the peace' but you argued that you were promoting peace and things got heated and next thing you know you're being arrested for assaulting an officer. You intrigue me, so I'm here to bail you out and maybe take you on a date?

22.the nice one who everybody loves with the grumpy and strict one that the students hate and the students wonder?????????how what the fuck

23.we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward

24. i sit at the rental booth at our local ice rink and watch you teach children how to skate

25. alternatively, i watch kids teach you how to skate because you’re a terrible skater

26. i’m running late to an important interview/meeting and you accidentally spill your hot cocoa all over my outfit

27. you’re my hot ski instructor and i’m failing the bunny hill

28. i slip on some ice and you’re the stranger who catches me

29.  i gave my winter coat to a homeless person and come into your store to warm up

30. our friends rent a cabin to go skiing and we’re the only ones who stay inside

31. you’re the asshole of our group and we don’t get along, but then i find out you make soup for the local shelter

32.we’re waiting in line for the club when you complain that your roommate stole your gloves so let me warm your hands up with mine

33.my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry

34.the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me

35.i’m having a snowball fight with my friend in the park and i hit you instead

36.a storm is delaying our flight home and i’m afraid of thunder, please talk to me while we wait

37. we’re both in small claims court and i got into a huge fight with the person suing me but you stepped in to hold me back before security got there

38. i drove two hours to the closest video rental store that’s still operating and you were checking out the only copy of the movie i was after

39. i hit you with my car but luckily you’re okay, but we should still exchange information i guess

40. i was worried about buying something off of someone creepy from craigslist but oh no you’re hot

41. my friend talked me into playing a drunken game of spin the bottle even though we’re all adults and now we have to make out

42. we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other

43. my date just made a scene in public and got arrested and now i’m stranded in a city without a ride home

44. sharing a cab together

45. you’re trying to get me to sign a petition and i have no idea what you’re talking about

46. you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you

47. we both play this stupid game online and you keep beating me every single goddamn time so i called you out and you are pretty cute but can you not

48. im a bartender and you just came in here without shoes sat down and ordered a chocolate volcano and idk what the fuck that is and im scared to ask

49. we are neighbours and every night at 3:14 am you start yodeling for no fucking reason??? why???? is that you yodeling??? its been 2 months???

50.im a pizza delivery person and i just delivered a pizza to someone in the middle of a satanic ritual and they gave me their number???

51. i woke up this morning to find you sitting in my living room with a goat in a poncho??? who are you??? why is the goat wearing a poncho??? how did you get the goat in here i live on the 12th floor???

52. we work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but i know you sing hannah montana in the shower and you know i know

53. im a cashier and i saw you stuffing you pants full of potatoes and i would stop you but you already have 27 and i want to see how many you can fit

54. its 4 am and im drunk as fuck in a mcdonalds and you have been watching my trying to eat this burger for 30 minutes

55. i was playing beer pong with a coin and i accidentally threw it right into your eye at a party

56. i’m at the beach and some kids thought it was funny to bury me in the sand when i dozed off can you please dig me out

57. it’s unbearably hot and we’re both fighting over the last handheld electrical fan at the shop at the amusement park

58. hey i just met you, and this is crazy, but i get sunburned really easily so can you please help me put sunscreen on my back?

59. thunderstorm after a menacing heatwave and we’re both getting weird looks for dancing in the rain

60.i have no idea who you are but you just fainted right in front of me holy shit dude you need to drink more in this heat

61. we both chased after the leaving ice cream van like ten-year-olds and now we’re both out of breath and a bit embarrassed

62.i clearly reserved this deck chair by putting a towel on it why on earth are you lying on it who the fuck do you think you are

63. My friends bet I wouldn’t buy these three weird and questionable items and you’re my cashier.

64.Once a week I go visit the pet store just to stare at the cute kittens and puppies and you’re the nice employee who always lets me hold them and wait I think I’m going to cry hold on.

65.You’re the DJ of the University’s radio station and every time you give an opinion on a current event I have to call and argue with you because could you seriously be anymore wrong?

66.We both wait tables at the same restaurant and you’re always mad at me by the end of the night because I make more in tips

67.We have the same class and once a week you wear this graphic shirt I don’t understand and I really want to ask you about it.

68.We both work at the same craft store that literally has no customers so we have nothing to do and I’m always reading at the register but you always have to criticize my book choice what the hell?

69.I’m working the concession stand for this week’s home game and this is the fifth time you’ve come back for snacks wait are you flirting with me?

70. we’re at a bookstore and you and I seem to have similar taste in books have you read this one? How about this one?

71. you look like you need help and I’m a professional roller/ice skater but I don’t want you to feel bad about how much you suck but wow you suck

72. You ordered your food before me and they gave you a drink you didn’t want so you gave it to me

73. We’re sitting at adjacent computers in the library and I’m taking extra care not to look at your screen out of respect but what the fuck do you keep laughing at

74. as a joke I yelled out “happy birthday to someone!” in this store and you called back “thank you!” who are you

75. You heard me talking about a TV show in class the other day and now you’re passionately yelling at me about how good it is we’ve never actually spoken before

76. It’s 10:30 at night and I left my glasses at home so I can’t read any of these labels and you’re one of the only people in the grocery store and GODDAMMIT DO YOU HAVE ANY TOMATO SAUCE WITHOUT CHUNKS

77. We go to the same support group; I have social anxiety and you’re a kleptomaniac who sorta stole my heart

78. You thought you were alone at the bus stop so early in the morning so you started passionately singing Fall Out Boy but your Patrick Stump impression could use some work and I’m not really afraid to point that out

79. I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I drew you?

80. We’re rival up-and-coming singers and every time one of us releases a new single the other does a cover to try to make it better; we’re always trying to top each other and out-cute each other, but half our fans aggressively ship us; our agents use this to their advantage and decide we should do a duet because it’ll be popular; unfortunately now that we’re in the same studio and I’ve seen what you’re like I really wanna know what your lips feel like

81.PLEASE I REALLY CANNOT FIND MY CAT AND I KNOW IT’S THREE A.M. BUT NEIL CATRICK HARRIS AND I WOULD BOTH APPRECIATE THE HELP

82. We were both stood up for dates at the same nice restaurant so we decide to eat together and split the check but I dunno you’re pretty interesting aside from your distractingly enormous eyebrows

83. We met at a mutual friend’s cheesy masquerade party and we agree that the only good thing about this party is the masks so you can’t judge a book by its cover only now that we’ve been talking I want to see your face but I don’t know how to ask

84. You used to date my friend who absolutely hates your guts after a messy breakup and now you’re flirting with me and I really shouldn’t be so interested in you but I am

85.We pass each other every day while we’re biking on the same path so we’ve started smiling at each other and one day you’re stopped because you’re having an asthma attack so I offer you my extra water bottle and now we’re talking and now I’M the one who’s breathless

86.I lost my little sibling in IKEA and I need your help finding them

87.I'm a private detective hired to follow you, but you're endearingly boring and mostly I just like watching you and oops, I sort of find you adorable.

88. You've been sketching me for half an hour now, and just shuffled up to hand me the finished product and it's TERRIBLE but you just wanted an excuse to talk to me.

89.  I'm at an art exhibit and I just badmouthed the art, because I don't get it, okay? And it turns out you're the artist. I'm so sorry, maybe I could get you coffee and you could explain what it was supposed to be?

90. We're the only two people who turned up to an underground gig and it should be awkward, but the band is amazing and you asked me to dance and hey, there's nobody watching but us.

91.  You live in the apartment next to me. We're not supposed to have pets, but I KNOW you have a cat. I'll make you a deal, I won't tell, if you let me pet it.

92.  I punched you because I thought you were insulting my friend, but it turns out you know each other and it was an inside joke and I'm so sorry, let me drive you to the hospital?

93. We both wanted to rent a bike for an hour but the only one they have is a tandem bike

94. I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me

95.Our dick landlord just evicted us both

96.I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who  shares my name

97. You’re sort of famous and we vaguely know each other through bumping into each other all the time but the media thinks we’re dating

98. Your roommate cheated on me and I just threw your laptop out the window thinking it was his

99. It’s 2am on the night of my 21st birthday and we gotta fix this fucking mess by morning or else we’re fucked

100.Fuck you and your bee farm I’ve had enough

Feel free to use any of these as your own! If you wanna request you could drop an inbox saying ‘ could you do ____ AU with this character’!

#remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #lily evans x reader #cedric diggory x reader #regulus black x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #hermione granger x reader

[thespiantherepist]

Android Shinsou x female reader Smut!

Notes: Hitting you with that dirty game first babes! Ill try my best to make a Gender neutral reader for it I swear.

Warnings: Smut, pet names, yandere-ish themes, slight aphrodisiac.

Your experiment, one you had been working on since your first year of college. Your pride, and joy. The one thing you cared about as much as your animals.

The very thing you devoted your soul to.

Your android.

Yeah you'd made one, or two, or uhh... Seventeen award winning ones, and twenty nominated ones. This one was different though.

You never really were able to get a partner. (You never looked.) You didnt know why.

(You Never Looked.)

So... you made a robot that would love you just as much as you loved it. Because appearently you didnt appeal to anyones tastes anyway.

(For the love of god, the huminoid sonic had been trying at you since pre-k!)

It was the moment of truth.

You tested his chips, his circuts, the endoskeleton. You ran his programming through a computer for days to make sure it was correct.

You beamed with delight. Your smile illuminating your flat.

"This is it!" You said, flipping your head over to stare at your Bulldog, Steve on the couch. "Soon you'll have a buddy to play with all day!" The American wagged his tail in a chill manner before lying his head back down.

"3...," You whispered to yourself. Flipping the switch on the back of his neck to boot him up.

"2...," You said louder this time, leaning into your computer, and running a safe check on his files.

"....1." You said in an awestruck tone as the pop up button showed on your screen. You clicked it.

Hurriedly you skipped over to your creation, giddily jumping up, and down.

Soft whooses, and buzzes thrumed in his ribcage. His skeleton moved into place visibly. His artifical skin heated, warming your freezing hand.

'Yes..'

The yellow light turned on.

"Yes."

It slowly changed to Green, then started blinking rapidly, starting his actual systems. Air seemed to spin in the room to fit your excitement. Beeps from deep within him cued your reactions. Your eyes glittered with glee, and tears pricked your eyes. His body moved slowly a bit.

"YES!" You happily grabbed his hands shaking them a bit.

"Open your eyes sleepy head!"

A breath came from him.

You drew yours in.

He didnt respond.

"Come on hun, lets get at it!"

... This is worrying.

"Shinsou, on." You said, trying to verbally aid his process.

And for a second.

It seemed to work.

For one second.

It never actually did.

Your heart shattered, tears immediently trekked down your face. Hitched breaths wrecked your body, as you dried to calm down. Trying to swallow the coil in your throat.

You sat inside your house for a few days.

Religiously trying your process.

And each failed attempt ended in more tears.

Each ended in another heartbreak.

It sent you spiraling.

And each day you spiraled further. Further into a pit of resentment to the peice of junk that ruined countless oppourtunities for relationships.

For jobs.

For sleep,

health,

money,

family.

You resented the scent of lavender, and blackberry that came off of him each night. The scent that would drive you wild.

Cause you to touch yourself each night.

Each night.

On the couch facing him.

After you finished you always felt violated.

You couldnt stay at your flat any longer.

You spent two weeks at Tenya Iidas. It was the best two weeks of your life. You actually felt terrible leaving.

The second you entered your house you noticed something was up.

There was a linear pattern of lavender lights leading into the hallway.

The smell of Lavender, and Blackberries were gone.

There was a silhouette sitting at the bottom of your stairs.

The shape sent an immediate rush of fear into your heart, and you whimpered stepping back towards the door. The figures eyes opened slowly revealing beautiful, glowing, purple orbs.

Strangely enough this sent even more fear through your body. You had programmed your android to protect you after all.

"What. The. Fuck. Type of stunt do you think you just pulled Kitten?" His voice was laced with venom, a warning had you ever heard one.

"I- I wha?"

"Dont act fucking stupid with me!" He shouted, springing up from his spot at the base of the stairs in incredible speed.

"You smell just like him."

You paniked, pressing your back against the door as he advanced to you. The scent coming back stronger than ever this time. Your knees buckled, and you fell to the floor, hand grasping then knob.

"Oh, Kitten, I didnt mean to scare you." He said in a mocking tone. "Come here~" Your body moved on its own. Pressing flush against him. Arms encasing his neck, nose nuzziling into him.

"Thats really sweet of you, ya know?" He asked in a vauge manner. He pushed you away slightly so he could get a better loom at you. "You didnt become a slutty little bitch when you went to that cucks house. My Kitten stayed heated only for her Master~"

Your eyes widened in fear, then in realisation. You huffed slightly. Pressing your now, warm, nose against his neck.

'Of course, you programmed him with those sensors idiot.' You mentally kicked yourself.

"Were you on the entire time?" You asked pulling away from him glaring slightly at your masterpiece. Watching as his pupils geared to aim towards a spot in the corner of his eyes. His lips stuck out in a playful pout before he smirked.

"May-be." He said misheviously. You gasped, and punched his chest lightly, to which he chuckled.

"You asshole, why?"

'Ah, so loud!'

"I thought you looked cute mad~" It was your turn to pout a bit. 'This sadist.'

"So kitten," Shinsou said leaning in, "Tell me," Your mind went blank from the scent that he emmitted, "Do you wanna play a bit?"

You nodded quickly, staring at the man above you.

His eyes flickered for a second.

Lavender to Ruby.

A glitch?

You didnt think it was too problematic, a minor color glitch. Nothing too serious.

Im so sorry my friend.

He smirked, picking you up by the hips, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He kissed you deeply, his warm lips unexpected especially for him. He immediately pressed his tounge past your lips. Turning your head so you could get better leverage. You squeaked in suprise, and slight discomfort. Bringing a hand to his shoulder, and the back of his head for stability.

He presesed you against the wall behing you, one hand at the small of your back, pressing you up to him. The other left your hip, trailing up to your breasts, then slipping his hand into your pants.

You gasped in surprise, trying to break from the kiss, instead he deepened it. You moaned slightly into his mouth, causing him to groan deeply. He wrapped his tounge over yours, nearly chocking you in passion.

Your eyes were practically screwed shut from intensity. The two tendrils slid over each other, collecting the essence upon each other.

Shinsou slid his finger into your sopping cunt. Pushing upwards in a quick pace.

You openly gasped at the intense sensation. Youd never inserted anything inside before.

You threw your head back, neck bare to the machine in front of you. He added another finger, heading right for your neck afterwards. He nipped and bit as he pumped his fingers at a rhythimic pace. He felt your hands curl at his head, and he looked back up at your soft, lewd expression.

Drool fell in thin rivuletts down your chin. Your eyes tolled the back of your head. Heated cheeks adding to your beautiful expression.

It seemed as if the world stopped for a second, Shinsou felt real. He hadn't realised his fingers sped up until he heard your delectable moans gettting louder.

"Ngh- Ahah! Shi- shinsou, so clooose ahahh!"

You whined in pleasure squirming on his fingers. He wasnt going to let this opportunity go to waste.

He heaved lowered your bodies quickly so he was face level with your cunt, then without taking his fingers out he started to devour your pussy. He sucked against your clit, then dipped his long tounge deep inside you.

You flinched at the warm sensation entering your hole. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, in pure bliss.

Your moans shook the windows behind you. And Shinsou?

Shinsou was dining like a king. Your essense dribbled down his chin, making his sensotove nerves go haywire. He twisted, and turned his tounge around inside you, pulling it out occasionally to press a kiss to your clit. Everytime he did that he sped up.

You felt it wriggling inside you, pressing at your walls demanding you to come.

His artifical scent grew stronger as you came closer to your finish. You wailed, pulling at Shinsou soft locks.

"Are you gonna cum kitten?" He said, voice muffled by your pussy. He nuzzled your clit with the top of his nose, forcing a drawn out moan from you. "Kitty cat, Imma count to three for you okay?" His voice again sent vibrations to your hole.

You ground your hips into his mouth, causing his movements to stutter a bit, before he gained a new pace.

"Three, two... mmph, now kitten!"

The coil inside you snapped hard. Your jucies sprayed all over his face, and partiality on his chest.

He stared at you in awe, seeing your pussy absoulutely soaked. Some dribbled on his hands. His eyes resumed their glowing state as he flipped you over.

He leaned over you on the floor, bending down to whisper in your ear.

"Im going to fuck you so hard kitty, Im going to fuck you until I am the only man you'll ever wanna see."

You moaned in anticipation.

"Wait, please be gentle, its my first time."

He just smirked softly, placing a soft kiss to your neck. He slowly slid his member in, the muscle massaging your slick walls. Hitting every pleasurable nerve on its journey. Your brain blanked.

He didnt bother going slow after that immediently blasting into your hole. Large hands grasping tightly onto your hips. Thrusts shaking your entire body.

It carried on this way for what seemed like ages. Him thrusting into you at unimaginable speeds that sent your body into a tizzy.

When you finally came you fell from heaven, and landed into the fiery pleasure of hell. Warmth left, and entered you at the same time. A moan leaving your twitching mouth, drool escaping in tandum.

Shinsou pulled out. Marveling the sight, and oicking your limp body off the floor. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"Dont worry bout a thing kitten," He said when you felt yourself asending the stairs, and you looked up slighlty. "Ive got you."

ge entered your room, and layed you down slowly.

"I love you Shinsou."

"Love you to kitten, now let me go get my charger, and Ill be right back."

#Yander shinsou #Android shinsou #Shinsou is a kinky bastard #hes also sneaky #reader is precious #Android Shinsou x reader #You really do be simping over androids though #I should be asleep #rough smut #18+ #jealousy #Dont put your dick in a robot. #Iida and Shinsou are rivals #You and Shinsou were roomates. #As per my girlfriends request.

[autisticmob]

HELLO everyone i am now ten days out from my tiddy surgery so i think while everything is still fresh-ish in my mind I should get a rough timeline of how things went for me, just so anyone having similar stuff done in the future can have it as reference?? 

so under the cut is how shit went down, warning we are gonna be tmi about it for Max Information Dissemination, i will be talking about IV placement, Needles, Bleeding, Bruising, Bathroom Stuff In General, etc. so like. Be Warned.

OKAY SO what did i have done and how did i get it:

- i got a bilateral breast reduction with a “T,” “keyhole,” or “anchor-shaped” incision. this procedure, unlike double-incision top surgery, does not detach your nipples at all, but it DOES leave a decent hunk of breast tissue behind to avoid the nip graft. this connecting tissue keeps your nip attached and supplied with enough blood to survive. that means with this one, theres basically a limit to how much they can take off, and it depends on how big you are to start off with. 

- i went with the T-incisions because as a NB person, I wanted to sidestep the “gender-confirming surgery” route with my insurance. technically, I believe it would have been covered if i had gone through the process of talking to a therapist and getting a note that the surgery WOULD help confirm my gender, but i suspect it would have taken much longer, and I was afraid that my doctor and community resources would not have ended up approving me FOR the surgery since I don’t exactly fit the typical trans narrative. and luckily for me i had Massive, Spine-Bending G Cup Tiddies to contend with. so every doc that took a look at me said “yeah, you need those taken care of for medical reasons.” so i thought hey, let’s see how far this will get me!

- i talked to my primary care doc about my back pain and mentioned i’d like to look into a breast reduction, and she referred me to a local surgeon who could do the procedure. at the time i was still entertaining the idea of double-incision, but as it turned out, this surgeon just didnt do that. but i knew for certain my insurance would cover him, his results were good, and he was local, so i said yes to the T-incisions, which he said would likely get me down from a G to at least a C. it wasnt my ideal scenario admittedly, but frankly the back pain was getting to be too much, and i needed it to be addressed sooner rather than later.

- i had a consultation with the surgeon in early december, and they took pictures and measurements to send to my insurance so they could confirm the tits WERE in fact Too Bomb To Live. Doc said that it varies between insurance companies, but most will have a minimum amount of tissue that needs to be taken off, in grams, from each breast. he was like, “your insurance needs at least 1000g total removed, which’ll leave you on the small side, is that cool?” and i was like “My Man, take AS MUCH as you possibly can, im sick of these” and he was like “cool, makes my job easy then.” 

- it took my insurance like 1.5 to 2 months to get back to me, but late january the surgery place called me and we set a date for february 5th, 2020!!

PRE-OP:

- before i went into surgery, the hospital made me go over my medical history with them over the phone, informed me of all the risks, and gave me a special scrub kit to shower with at home for the last 2 days before the surgery

- fun fact this soap will make your whole bathroom and body smell strongly and exactly like a hospital and it is gross as hell if you hate hospital smell

- i also had to go to my primary care doc to get the OK that i was healthy enough to go under general anesthesia, and also get some blood tests and a urinalysis done. i fucked up the urinalysis tho (which is a whole other story) so i had to redo that the morning of the surgery when i got to the hospital anyway. 

- when i scheduled my surgery they also gave me a list of things i had to NOT DO before i went in. this included stuff like avoiding herbal medications and non-prescription supplements and not drinking any alcohol for like 2 weeks prior to surgery, and not eating anything after midnight the night before surgery.

- then it was SURGERY DAY!!!

- i went in with uhhh a LOT of anxiety about what everything would entail, ngl. i knew i had to do it because staring down the barrel of life with tiddies forever was way scarier than surgery, but yknow whenever you go under general anesthesia they legally do have to let you know that you could die and thats just a lot to consider, PLUS the whole thing involves just, really mangling your torso so like. its a lot! its okay to be scared!

- both my parents went with me for moral support which i appreciated a lot, but i didnt actually see them much since they had to spend a lot of it in the waiting room.

- when i went back with the doc they had me Wash The Tiddy Off with some antiseptic and change into a gown. i got some grippy socks out of the deal which is probably not a universal experience, but this hospital did it so shoutout to them for the socks i guess

- then they asked me all my medical history stuff again and checked me for any like, rashes or open sores or anything. i had some Tit Zits but they did not seem to be worried about that.

- then the surgeon came in and drew lines on me for the incisions. bro when i saw how high up my nips were gonna be i was losing my damn mind. this is one of the really exciting parts, because you finally get to really visualize what your end size is gonna be!! 

- once he was satisfied with how everything looked, they started really Prepping Me For Surgery.

- they hooked me up to a blood pressure cuff, a heart monitor, and some compression leg thingies that would inflate and deflate intermittently around my calves to help me not get blood clots. this felt weird but tbh also like kind of a nice massage

- then the iv placement. bro im not lying when i tell you this is the worst part. the nurse numbed me with some lidocaine before placing the needle and let me tell you that shit HURTED. lidocaine Stings and Burns when it hits and this was arguably the most painful part. but the good news about that is it means nothing else after that is all that bad. and i got THREE lidocaine shots because these two nurses could NOT find my blood anywhere. they finally called in their ringer (an EMT named kirk, s/o to kirk) who got that sucker in my arm with NO numbing and NO pain in like, 2 fucking seconds. i pray you all have a kirk. kirk knows where your fucking blood is and hes not gonna fuck around getting to it because he JUST wrestled a drunk dude into an ambulance like an hour ago and compared to that this is nothing. kirk had sleeveless scrubs. im obsessed. anyway.

- then they put a plastic, inflatable, heated blanket over me? it was between two regular blankets so it wasnt as uncomfortable as you might imagine, but it was strange. warm tho so that was nice.

- THEN they wheeled my bed down to surgery. i was having so much anxiety at this point it was like... dreamlike. getting wheeled into the OR was just surreal. i was like, no thoughts head empty, just taking everything in.

- once i got there the surgical team was very cool about keeping me calm tho. they were playing their like, pump-up music and one of the guys was like “hey fyi about halfway thru the surgery we will be turning the lights off and having a rave, just in the interest of full disclosure. promise not to leave any glowsticks in there tho” and i was like what no i would LOVE glowstick tiddies

- i had to kinda roll from my bed onto the operating table, which was significantly harder and smaller. that kinda made things feel real, so i got a little more anxious at that point.

- to help me calm down they had me breathe in some straightup oxygen thru a mask while they hooked my iv to the fluids and such, and the guy was like “WHOA you got some lungs on you dude” and i was like yeah thanks im recovering from hyperventilating

- then they let the anesthesia into the iv, letting me know the whole time what was happening, talking to me until i was just OUT, which was not a lot of conversation time because i was out in like 5 seconds or less. they didnt make me count down or anything, but i promise you it was nigh instantaneous.

POST OP

- it really was instantaneous. i know everyone says that but it really is the truth, it feels like the whole thing takes seconds. like one moment youre laying there in the OR feeling the drugs Hit, and the next youre waking up in the little wake-up room feelin kinda groggy with a nurse talking to you, and youre still druggy so youre just rambling to her about how fucked your voice sounds right now and as soon as shes contented that youre basically lucid they start wheeling you to your room where youll ACTUALLY stay while you recover.

- THE THING I WAS THE LEAST PREPARED FOR WAS MY THROAT

- your throat will Hurt afterwards, but even more than that, you will be producing So Much Mucus. my surgery took about 2 hours and during that time, all my muscles were paralyzed by the anesthesia, including my lungs, so i was on a breathing tube. my throat, understandably, hated this, and started producing Gallons Of Fucking Mucus to protect itself. it then continued to do this for the next two days or so. the nurses were encouraging me to breathe deep and cough Hard to combat this, and avoid getting pneumonia, so i did. but THAT hurt the tiddies. it was really a vicious cycle. but its necessary because god if i had to have pneumonia on top of all the other recovery shit?? god. 0/10 wouldnt recommend. so it might hurt but dont worry your tiddies wont bust open or anything.

- i spent basically the rest of the day still hooked up to all the machines i listed earlier, PLUS a thing that would beep at me if my heart rate went too high, which it did a lot because i have anxiety, but luckily the nurses didnt seem too concerned. it really kept my breathing on track though because if i didnt breathe deep enough my heart would shoot up super fast and it’d beep and god that was just annoying and im pretty sure that was The Point. you kinda have to get used to breathing again, and the beeping trained me.

- they gave me like a bunch of crackers and a huge mug of water to work on at my leisure. i actually had lunch pretty quick after waking up? i know a lot of people have nausea issues from anesthesia but i didnt experience any of that. i DID move like a fucking sloth while i was eating tho. the pain meds and general grogginess of recovery slowed my whole body down sooooo much. my mom was actually like “are you okay??? like neurologically??????” and i was, totally, i was just. on slo-mo.

- anyway i didnt have to get catheterized for this procedure thankfully but they DID make me measure my pee every time i went to the bathroom. like i had to pee in a little bucket attached to the toilet and the nurse had to come check it every time and i felt really weird about that. so idk just be prepared for that i guess lmao

- also idk if it was the pain meds or the anesthesia itself but post-op, i couldnt shit for like a week. the constipation is real so get u some fucking laxatives asap when you get home, this is not a joke lmao

- they also had me put on a belt every time i got up so the nurse could hold onto me in case i decided to fucking biff it. they got me up a couple times throughout the day/night to walk up and down the hallway outside and get my body used to being upright again

- oh speaking of i never got to lie down completely flat, they had my bed locked at like a 30 degree angle minimum to help with... something. im not quite sure what, but im not gonna question it

- when i got up the next morning they had a couple nurses come in and help me un-bandage so i could shower and finally look at what the tiddies looked like for the first time!! and it was exciting but i didnt cry like i expected lmao i think i was too drained and too distracted by the bleeding

- the bleeding wasnt too bad actually, just little beads kinda coming out of parts of the incisions between the stitches. but once i got in the shower obviously stuff started getting diluted in the water and it looked like a lot more than there actually was, so dont be alarmed by that! 

- SHOWERING: its a little complicated. youre not supposed to soak the incisions, and youre not supposed to apply direct water pressure or actually touch them at this point. so what i had to do was get a washcloth wet and soapy (with antibacterial soap, i think it was hand soap honestly. hand soap’s what ive been using at home so........) and then just kinda. squeeze it at your collarbone and let it drip down over everything kinda minimally. its kind of a process but it works fine. washing your hair and like, tbh literally everything else is gonna be hard. reaching over your head is hard and scary at this point. i will admit my hair care Suffered the first week. 

- then i got bandaged back up and they got me back into my own clothes and ready to go home! they also put a bra on me over the bandages in my new size. i was only there for about 24 hours total, since i didnt really have any complications. 

- on the ride home i had to make sure the cross-chest part of the seat belt was NOT touching me. if whoevers driving you hits a pothole, your soul WILL exit your body tits-first for a moment. im sorry if you live somewhere like here in nebraska where the roads are garbage but its not gonna be fun.

ONCE YOU’RE HOME!!

- i live at home with my mom and sister and if you live alone, id try to have a friend basically move in for the first week. you will need Help with things. basic things. you’ll mostly want to sleep because of the pain meds but those made me pretty dizzy so it was cool having my mom around in case i like. fell on the way to the bathroom and died or anything like that.

- changing bandages is really kind of a 2-person affair too, and youll have to do it at least once a day post-shower, so keep that in mind. 

- the bleeding is like, not that bad after that first day honestly. i never had to change the bandages more than just the once per day. 

- basically from here the procedure is just to take it easy, get up every few hours and walk around a little to keep the blood clots at bay, and enjoy yr new silhouette basically

- worst thing about recovery honestly? im a stomach/side sleeper, and i cant manage anything other than laying flat on my back with my arms at my sides right now, and thats just like.... idk i really cant sleep like that. its not comfy. ive had to set up kind of a pillow fort around me to keep me from rolling over in my sleep bc im afraid i might hurt myself accidentally like that, but idk how well-founded that fear is.

- i will say as someone who did have back problems before this, the difference is IMMEDIATE. i literally had better posture like Day 1. im still a little hunched over because the stitches create a bit of tension in your chest, but like literally it was instantaneous. god. once i got healed to a point that i could like, kinda relax and not be so fucking tense all the time? back pain has basically just been GONE. 

- other fun things to notice: i had some pretty significant stretch marks before, and now they are running in a completely different direction. i crossed my arms over my chest the other day and they actually touched my torso for the first time in like, well over a decade. if i close my eyes and try to grab my tiddy from muscle memory, i stop like a full 3 inches from where my tit actually starts now. the size i am now, just like, freeballing it? this is how i looked when i wore a binder before. if i wore a binder now i imagine id be completely flat, and honestly if i layer up at this point you cant really tell that i have anything more than the average chubby dude’s moobs, which as a kinda chubby person is totally fine. 

its a trip relearning what i look like and what im supposed to feel like but its just. such a fucking improvement over where i was. absolutely no regrets, regardless of how hard recovery has felt at times. anyway i hope this information is at least interesting and maybe helpful to anybody considering anything similar!!

#words #top surgery #breast reduction #info post #again yall lemme know if you have questions abt anything i didnt cover here i tried to hit all my bases but u never know #teat yeet

[thatmultifandomhoe]

"You had been shaking with adrenaline and from whatever drug a group of guys had forced into your mouth." undeniably shows assault + the bruises cuts & fleeing for her safety. that IS assault. dont downplay that. Im aware that switching schools isnt easy but it is very doable especially if, as u mentioned MANY times, everyone's life is in actual danger? Sorry that is very abusive and unrealistic. u also said theyre in a frat house. I feel as though this was irresponsibly written & poorly warned.

Hi hun, again, I apologize for the scene that we’re talking about. Yes it’s triggering. And yes, the warnings that I had put in place could have been more specific than what they are, there is no denying that. I really do mean it when I say it’s not my intention to trigger anyone, that is why I put warnings at the start of all my fics. However, I still stand by the statement that I made at 2am when I responded to your first message, as that was not how I had meant for the scene to read as. On my end, I had intended for it to be a scene of things getting out of hand, and as a result, the reader leaves - in this case - runs to Namjoon’s place when realizing that they’re near his place. Obviously, what I wrote did not come across that way, so I understand your discomfort in regards to it and I will work on that for future stories that I plan to write.

Before I go any further, I would like to repeat myself in that this story is fanfiction. I say that, because from the way you’ve worded yourself, it looks as if I was telling something that had actually happened in real life. It’s fiction. Yes, I said I try to write things that are in a realistic way, but ultimately this is fiction, so things are exaggerated or different from reality.

Now continuing with the school aspect, I don’t know what level of education you’re at, whether you’re in high school or are going to college, or have graduated from university. When I write my fics that are intended to be College AUs, I normally go based off of how my university is run. With that being said, even in cases like this, or lesser or even worse case scenarios, switching schools in college/uni is completely different than if the person was in high school. It’s not something you get to decide right then and there. Besides all the paperwork, finances come into play; is the person on a scholarship that they can only have at this school? The cost of tuition, of books, school fees, housing fee, rent, and more, are completely different for every college and university. Is the person’s parents paying for their education? Or is the student paying for everything on their own and having to take loans out while working a job - or several - to make ends meet? 

Then there’s location. Does the person live at home and save money that way? Do they have a job that they depend on? Do they have family that they need/want to be around? Then there’s the reason for why someone may pick a school. Do they offer certain programs that aren’t offered at other colleges? Do they even have what the person wants to major in? Is this school known for having a high amount of students graduating from a specific field? There are endless factors that come into play when making the decision to attend college, and they all have to be reconsidered again if you want to - not switch but ultimately drop out - of college A to go to college B. And that’s even if you get accepted to college B. And will your credits transfer over? Will you have to spend an extra year to make up for the classes/credits you lost and have to make up? There are some grants and loans that will only pay for the first four years at a college.

If none of these factors come into play, then yes, it is very easy to switch colleges. But I’ll have you know, I personally know people who have been raped on campus or assaulted, and they still attend the same college because of the factors that I mentioned above came into play. So it is not doable for everyone.

Also, after doing a search in my word doc for Consequences, yes, you are right. I did mention frat house. Exactly 1 time. Which I probably forgot to take out while editing or just didn’t even think that it would imply that it was a fraternity, especially as the story continues and there is not one single reference to their home being a part of, or having any association directly with the school. They’re simply in a home, off campus. And like I had said last night, I drew inspiration from The Outsiders, a book and movie that focuses on the Curtis brothers where they and their friends form a “gang” as a result of being so close to each other and they stick by each other whether it’s for good or for bad. Namjoon - in this story - is an overly jealous boyfriend and ex-boyfriend who was insecure of his relationship with the reader when seeing how close the reader got with Jungkook. I wrote Namjoon as the “leader” of this so-called “gang” and friend group, as a play on the role he has as leader of BTS in real life. I thought it was cute.

In this story though, by the reader sneaking off to be with Jungkook, who is an extremely close friend to Namjoon, and a part of this “gang” yes it’s bad and as I said, life-threatening, especially for the others who are lying to Namjoon so that Kook and the reader can sneak off at times. Trust and loyalty, two things that Namjoon holds as highly important, are being broken by the people he considers family. Like in a “gang” there are fights. There were fight scenes in The Outsiders as well. At most, the members would most likely get in a physical fight with Namjoon if things went sideways and nothing more. I don’t know what else would have happened, because I wrote this as a stand alone piece with no intention of doing a part 2, so I left it up to the readers to decide what happens to everyone at the end of the story. Do they sneak off? Do the others get caught lying? I don’t know, because I did not have any plans of continuing on this specific story.

At the end of the day, Consequences is simply a story that I wrote. Looking at it now, yes, it’s not the greatest fic I have written, and there are certainly parts that I would change or rewrite including the three to four short paragraphs where the reader has a flashback to that triggering scene. But again, this is fanfiction, and it’s a fiction piece. This is not meant to be a what to do if you find yourself in this scenario. And again, while I agree that my warnings could have been more specific, at the end of the day, I put them there for a reason and you - as the reader - are the one who is supposed to make the judgement call on whether or not you continue reading. There are several stories, even ones posted by my friends, where if I see something in their warning section that I may not agree with even if it’s a small thing, I’ll simply not read it. However, you made the decision to continue reading Consequences, I did not say you had to. You could have even stopped reading once you reached that scene and decided that you were not comfortable with it, but you didn’t.

Again, I am sorry if this triggered you, or made you uncomfortable as that was not my intention, and I will work on my writing and editing skills and make sure I have the appropriate warnings written out for future fiction stories.

#lindsay answers #Consequences Talk #spoilers #mention of assault and rape

[ineffablefool]

(1/4) hey uh ur bio says that u r demiromantic and if it's not too much trouble could i get some help? so i'm starting high school next year and so far, i haven't gotten a crush or anything. romantic attraction? don't know her. but whenever i thought or pictured myself "grown up" i imagined myself with a boyfriend. (i'm a woman) all the evidence is pointing towards me being aromantic, but a little slice of my brain is still, "oh, you're just super demiromantic and violently straight, all of your

(2/4) super close friends have been girls, you just have to become really close friends with a guy and there! instant boyfriend" but i know that won't happen. i won't have some man come and suddenly i'm head over heels. but i've always figured i'd have a boyfriend. i know i'm ace, and i am calling myself ace, but whenever i go to call myself aro, my brain goes "but what if ur actually demi and then all the people you told u were aro will think you were a liar" which i kNOW is stupid but i cant

(3/4) stop thinking it. i dunno why i can't fully accept the fact that i'm aro. is it society claiming that you need a partner to be happy? is it the fact that being in love sounds amazing and like floating on clouds and i want to feel like that? i have no fucking clue. and it's not something against aros, like, i know that if someone told me they were aro i'd have no problem with it. which makes it worse because why is it so hard to let go of the fantasy that i'll have a romantic partner one

(4/4) day? i know, in my heart, that there is a like a 1% chance i wont be aro. but i still cant call myself aro my brain won't let me >:( when did you get your first crush? when is it normal for a demi to first feel romantic attraction? did you think you were aro at first? also i sometimes feel like i shouldn't call myself ace bc im too young to know if i like sex yet? when did u start calling yourself ace? ugh sorry for the super long ask,,, also fun fact it's "how do u write kisses" anon hiii

Hi anon.  I cannot promise you excellent help, but I am still glad you wrote to me again, and I really hope you are about to have a straight 72-hour period of Good Days.  (It might take you that long to read this.  Oops.)

So, first of all: there is nothing wrong with calling yourself aro now and then later deciding you aren’t.  Or realizing you aren’t.  (Two different framings for the same thing -- both are good.)  Or deciding or realizing that you’re somewhere on the aromantic spectrum which you feel is better described with a more specific term.  Demiromantics are still part of the aro umbrella!  It’s not an exclusive club where You Must Be Pure Aro To Enter!  (Anyone who tells you otherwise is setting themselves up as Decider Of What It Really Means To Be Aro, and where are their credentials for that?  Hmm, hypothetical gatekeeping person?  Can I please see your certification from the Institute Of Defining Other People’s Identities For Them?  Oh.  Oh you don’t have one.  Because it doesn’t exist.)

Me saying that doesn’t magically make your brain accept the label, of course.  I am just trying to gently show your brain the door, and it’s the one that has to walk through it.

Assuming you want it to walk through it.  Maybe you decide you don’t.  That’s fine!  But “yes, I am indeed aro -- I am on the aro spectrum somewhere so I am using the label” is a perfectly fine thing to tell people, and if they are not carrying forged credentials from the Institute Of Defining Other People’s Identities For Them, then they will probably be okay with this.

I am not any kind of expert on being aro, or ace, or anything.  I am only an expert in being me.  But to somewhat exhaustively answer the questions from your last part...

I had my first crush when I was thirteen or fourteen.  When I was about ten, I was friends with two girls who both had a very public crush on the same boy, and I claimed to also have one on him in order to fit in, but I was completely lying.  Sorry, Drew.  I’m sure you were quite the catch, but I was not feelin’ it.

I don’t know if there’s a specific time when it’s “normal” for a demiromantic person to start feeling any particular way.  It just sort of happens if it’s gonna.  Maybe it never does.  People are complicated and different and that’s wonderful.

I didn’t know what being aro (or being ace!) was when I was your age, because they weren’t really identities yet.  “Asexual” was for amoebas, or maybe robots.  “Aromantic” was, like, dude, did you misspell “aromatic”?  (Keep in mind, there was technically an Internet in approx. 1995, but there was no Google, no Wikipedia, no YouTube, no social media, the concept of what is now called a “blog” didn’t even really exist yet, and often your parents would not let you on the Internet connection if they could even afford it themselves, not least because it was frequently billed by the amount of time you spent using it. It was incredibly hard to know what things existed in the world back then to even begin to learn about them! Now is so much better. I have all the treasures of the world in my pocket via my telephonic device.)  When I started to learn about asexuality, specifically that you could be ace but not be “an emotionless robot” (gosh has unlearning that kind of judgement been a journey), I jumped straight on that label and never looked back (this was roughly when I joined Tumblr, so I would have been about 32).  I thought I was alloromantic for a while after that, but I’ve come to realize that my feelings on romance probably put me somewhere on the aro spectrum.  And that’s where I am now.

I started calling myself ace, again, when I was about 32, but I didn’t have that label available to me when I was younger.  Ya boi was 13-14 years old, sitting in his bedroom writing letters-to-never-be-sent to his crush, which included long sections about how I had already decided I would never have sex so long as I lived, so once we obviously got married because how could we not when I had such Emotions, he would have to find some other way to get that if he wanted it.  I had no interest in it then.  I never developed an interest in it since.  If I had had the knowledge I have now, back when I was in junior high, I am absolutely convinced that I would have taken the ace label then.  Was I too young to know for sure?  I dunno, we don’t say that people are too young at that age to know they’re heterosexual, so why do other sexualities have to pass a higher bar?  (Because compulsory heterosexuality.  That is why.)

Regardless of your age, if the label of ace resonates with you, you can apply it to yourself.  If the label of aro resonates, you can apply it to yourself.  Or a more specific variant of either, or something else entirely.  And the day you realize “oh gosh, this is not, in this moment, actually me”, you can let the label go, because its only purpose for existing is to be useful to you.

Finally -- this is not something I can personally speak to, but I have seen people who identify as completely aro also state that they enjoy things that our (my? I do not know where you are from) culture frequently sees as romantic.  Like, if you want to have a person who you can snuggle up with, hold hands with, say “I love you” to and have them say it back and both of you mean it -- there are aro people who do all that with their partners, and enjoy it, and don’t see it as interfering with their aromantic identity at all.  I believe them, because they are the expert on being themselves, and I have nowhere near the ego required to decide that I know better.  So that’s something to keep in mind -- cloud-floating and an aromantic identity do not have to be completely separate, because there are lots of kinds of love and of affection, and people are complicated, and that is wonderful.

I hope you enjoy this novel, anon.  It is for you.

#ineffablefool reply #not good omens #if anyone is wondering if i referenced The Matrix on purpose the answer is Yes #Anonymous

[wavesmp3]

let’s make a trade: the sun for the stars; platonic jihoon x reader artist!jihoon, nude model!reader (so warning: mentions of nudity) wc. 2.1k

a/n: this fic is just a complete mess of a piece, absolutely no plot and was meant to be part text fic, just mainly a lot of random dialogue that came to me at 2 am tbh, also basically an ‘i’ll give you the sun’ fanfic because i love jandy nelson’s writing a/n 2: really read at your own risk, this isn’t even a fic this is like a half-baked outline at best

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Jihoon thinks there’s something profoundly odd with nude art. What’s the purpose of nude drawings and painting and sculptures anyways? He knows of course what he’s been told the purpose is, in fact the instructor is rattling on about the purpose of nude drawings right now. It’s to capture the emotion, the stress, the lines, and the contours that would normally be hidden behind layers and layers of polyester and cotton clothes. It’s to capture beauty; take the fascination humans have with each other and mark them down forever. It’s to showcase the skill of the artist. Of course, today, with the nude model in the center of the classroom, the exercise is meant to bring out the latter purpose. But jihoon thinks there’s something more to drawing someone nude. There’s a vulnerability in it. It’s a vulnerable place for you, the model to be in. Because it’s more than just being naked. It’s subjecting yourself to be picked apart, piece by piece. It’s letting yourself be seen by a million different lenses. It’s letting the artists convey the little things, like the way you sit, or the way your bones come together, or how you have that one vein in your neck and forehead that sticks out a little more than the others. It’s putting on display the birthmark in between your collarbone and shoulder, the tattoo under the curve of your hip and the other one on your wrist. Jihoon knows he’s supposed to draw you as you’re seen, work from the inside out, bone blood then skin. But then why is it that he takes his pencil and sketches your vulnerability. (Portrait: The Naked Model Wearing Vulnerability As Clothes). 

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“Smoking kills,” Jihoon scowls exiting from the art building a little earlier than normal, “you know that right?” 

You squint up at him. Sitting on the doorstep of the classroom and taking an extra long drag. Just in spite. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, driving the cigarette straight to the earth's core, “I know.” You stomp your foot against the bud, and the entire world shakes a little when you do. You stand up and look at Jihoon. You look angry. You didn’t hold this emotion in between your brows before. Maybe it’s new. Or maybe you’re just good at hiding it. Jihoon isn’t good at that. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and in his knees.

You exhale, rolling your eyes. “Is class over then?” You ask pointing towards the closed double doors. 

He shakes his head. “No, I got kicked out.” 

“For what?” You chuckle, but it comes out like a scoff. 

Jihoon shrugs. “Not completing the assignment.” 

You suck in your bottom lip. “Let’s see it then.” He blinks at you. You nod towards the sketch book he has tucked under his arm. Jihoon mutters a silent ‘oh’ before opening the book and flipping to the page where he drew you. You take it from him wordlessly. 

He supposes he should be scared by this. But he isn’t. It feels more like returning a favor. Because now he’s the one in a vulnerable position. But you take a long time to look at the drawing. You take years to dissect each line and shading. You burn over every inch of paper until the entire book is bursting into flames in your hands. He lets you take your time. You look up at him, something indescribable in your eyes. Something like fear or awe or wonder. You look at him like you would running into an ex-friend. Jihoon feels more than just vulnerable now. He feels like you’ve ripped behind his skin straight to the muscle and bones. (Portrait: A Bundle Of Muscles In The Outline of Person). He feels naked. He wants to feel no more. 

“So—“ 

You shush him immediately. Accidentally silencing the entire world. And after another lifetime of you staring at the one page, the one singular drawing, you’re finally done. 

“It’s really good.” You breathe. Jihoon senses a but. “But it isn’t me.” 

He says it plainly. “It’s a version of you to me.” (Portrait: The Way You See Yourself Looking In A Mirror; The Way He Sees You Looking Out). “Don’t most models leave after the modeling?” 

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” You hand him back the sketchbook. “Well, see you around I guess.” You turn back towards the double doors of the art building. And right before you’re swallowed whole by the red brick and air conditioning, you lift up your hand in a silent goodbye without looking back. And you do it in an almost cocky manner as if you know he’s watching you go. In your defense, he is. 

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The next time he sees you is in the same class later that week. Apparently, nude sketching is a week long lesson. Your pose is a little different this time. Hands covering certain parts, head turned away. Today, the instructor wants them to focus on conveying emotion through the body alone, no face. He does as he’s told. He draws you as you are, as others would see. He draws something that won’t get him kicked out of class. And on the next page, he draws you the way he wants. Something more abstract. Focusing on the strain in your neck and arch in your back. He highlights the insecurities you’ve dropped by your feet and creates a shadow around the confidence you wear around your head. 

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[unknown number, 17:12]: hey it’s the nude model [unknown number, 17:12]: lol that’s probably not a normal greeting [unknown number, 17:13]: but anyways, this might be weird but I was kinda wondering if i could see what you drew in class today, you didn’t get kicked out so im curious. [unknown number, 17:15]: oh alos i got your number from mingyu lol hope thats not creepy [unknown number, 17:15]: *also

[jihoon, 22:37]: oh mingyu is your bf, yeah i’ve heard about you [jihoon, 22:38]: i can’t say it’s not creepy but here [jihoon, 22:40]: image.0315

[you, 23:04]: only good things i hope, also i can see why you didn’t get kicked out this time it’s nice [you, 23:04]: but [you, 23:04]: from what i can tell, it doesn’t really seem like your style

[jihoon, 23:54]: image.0316 

[you, 23:57]: yeah that’s more like it

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The third time he sees you is at the end of the semester party. In truth, Jihoon is partly avoiding you. You text him a lot. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t getting mildly annoying. 

He’s talking to Jeonghan and Soonyoung when a tipsy you and an even tipsier Mingyu make your way over to the couch and fall into the cushions. And something about the way you look at each other as if you’re kissing with your eyes. Something about the way you whisper something in his ear and he laughs. Something about the way he whispers something back, taking your hand in his and playing absentmindedly with your fingers. Makes Jihoon think that the two of you are so caught up with each other. Too focused on swallowing each other whole. That the walls could fall and the sky could come bursting into the room and neither of you would bat an eye. 

(Portrait: You And Mingyu Tearing Down The Walls And The Clouds)

Jihoon’s taking out his sketchbook and a pencil before he realizes it himself. 

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“Hey let’s play a game,” you say while you and Jihoon are waiting for the movie to start playing in the movie theater. “where we each claim pieces of the universe for ourselves.” 

(Portrait: You And Jihoon Each Holding Half The Universe In Your Palms) 

“Sure.” Jihoon waits a moment, thinking which part of the universe he’d like to claim first. “I call the stars.” 

“Fuck,” you whisper into the popcorn, “I want the stars.” 

“You snooze you loose.” 

“It’s my game.” 

“Okay and?” 

You roll your eyes dramatically. “Anyways I call the sun.”

Jihoon: “Moon.” 

You: “Earth.” 

He takes a sip of his cola. “And everything in it?” 

“No just the planet.” 

“Okay… I call the other planets.” 

“That’s a lot at once but I’ll let it slide as long as I get to have Pluto.” 

Jihoon shakes his head in a laugh. “Plutos barely a planet but yeah, go crazy.”

“Bet. And next…” you tap on your chin in thought, “next I want the asteroid belt.” 

“I want the Hubble Telescope.” 

You squint at him. “You’re weird.” 

“Says the one who just called the asteroid belt.” 

You press a finger to your lips. “The movies about to start.” 

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[you, 9:23]: btw I call all bodies of water [jihoon, 9:32]: that is such a catch all [you, 9:33]: hey you can have rain [jihoon, 9:33]: bruh [jihoon, 9:33]: fine i’ll take rain but i call mountains too [you, 9:34]: i want flowers [jihoon, 9:34]: i want trees and beyonce [you, 9:35]: no way you can’t call ppl [jihoon, 9:35]: so you can call ALL bodies of water but i can’t call beyonce [you, 9:35]: my game my rules [jihoon, 9:36]: it was worth a try [you, 9:38]: oh i got a good one [you, 9:39]: i call music [jihoon, 9:40]: N O [you, 9:40]: we can stop here for today [jihoon, 9:41]: this game is so biased [jihoon, 9:41]: I WANT MUSICCC!!!!!! [you, 9:41]: whine about it more and i’ll call art too [jihoon, 941]: icallarticallarticallart [you, 9:41]: ur welcome [jihoon, 9:42]: u suck

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“Hey,” you greet coming into jihoon’s apartment, with a frantic text about needing to escape for a bit. Luckily, you explain so jihoon doesn’t have to ask. “We broke up. Mingyu and I.”

“Oh.” 

You shake your head. “It’s fine though. Really.” (Portrait: You and a Lie Detector Flashing Red)

Jihoon opens and closes his mouth trying to figure out the best way to comfort you without coddling you. He settles for, “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

You inhale sharply. “No. Not really.” You sit on his couch and turn on the tv. After a moment, jihoon joins you. 

And it’s 20 minutes into whatever program you’ve chosen to watch that Jihoon finally knows what to say. “Hey,” he whispers, you turn your head towards him, “you wanted the stars right?” you raise a single eyebrow. “Take them.” 

“Really?” you say suspicious. 

“Yeah,” he nods, then with a smile adds, “but it’s gonna cost you.” you roll your eyes knowingly. “I want the sun.” 

You purse your lips in thought. Then after a minute, agree. And so a trade is made: the sun for the stars. 

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[a/n: undeveloped bit of dialogue that would have gone somewhere] Reader: Are we about to kiss Jihoon: What ew no Reader: Ew? I mean I agree but ew? That’s harsh Jihoon: don’t make it personal Reader: Okay you know I have a bf right Jihoon: Oh my god I’m not into you Reader: Not even a little bit Jihoon: No Reader: Not even like last two people on earth into me Jihoon: No Reader: Ouch Jihoon: You’re the one who asked Reader: Still hurts to hear

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[a/n: for context before this reader was supposed to give jihoon music] “Do you know how to play?” you ask, fingers ghosting the keys of the piano in jihoon’s apartment. 

“Of course. Why would I have one if I didn't?”

You shrug. “Play me something.” 

He sits down on the bench and plays a tune he memorized years ago. One that starts happy and shifts key into something almost unrecognizable. Not sad, not angry, but a fireball of emotions. Or at least, that’s how Jihoon’s old teacher described the piece.

“Hey, jihoon,” you say as he holds out on the last note of the song. 

“Yeah”

“I’m glad I gave you music.” 

“Oh,” he says, voice turning mischievous, “me too.” He starts playing a new song. 

“Is that-” you sit up slightly “Is that the Wii theme music?” Jihoon hums along. “I take it back.”

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#unfinished wip #mine #wip.svt

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What Next? (l word gen q fanfic)

Decided to give fanfic a try since quarantine doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon. Since I am most impatient for the l word season, Ive created my own continuation of events from the end of the first season. Enjoy :) 

Chapter 1

“Im here”

The crowd turned their heads and a light appeared. Nat was making her way towards the stage. Alice had been telling her guest, Roxanne Gay, that she was a bad queer for trying so hard to be “outside the box”. Alice admitted that she ruined the best relationship she had ever been a part of by adding her partner's ex-wife, Gigi, into the mix. But now, Nat was coming right for her, their eyes had met from across the room. Alice called for the cameras to stop rolling, but Sophie saw the potential of this moment and urged them to carry on. Nat professed her love for Alice and only Alice. The two embraced each other in front of the studio audience and were left happier and more in love than they had ever been.

Meanwhile…

Bette Porter had suffered a devastating loss in her campaign for mayor of Los Angeles. She felt not only the heartbreak of loss, but the disappointment of knowing she would be unable to effect change in her city. However, this was not to be the first heartbreak Bette had suffered, in the days leading up to the decision she had learned that Tina planned to remarry. There was a part of Bette that always believed Tina would find her way home, the two had a tendency to find each other despite what trials of life got in their way. Bette was coming to terms with the fact there would be no way home for her this time. Even for a woman of Bette’s fortitude and resilience, the events of the previous weeks had taken their toll. When the time came, she found herself alone on her couch yearning for peace and quiet.

Angie, never one to see her mom sulk, told her mother grab her shoes because they were going to go for a hike. Bette voiced her reluctance, but eventually gave in to her daughter’s request. Angie took her mom to a spot that she often hiked to after her Aunt Kit passed. Bette, overwhelmed by the moment she was sharing with her daughter, shared her own experience of relief and restoration. She told Angie about a time years ago when she decided to attend a silent retreat. Angie laughed at the mere thought of her mother being silent for an extended period of time. Bette smiled, but then told her of the amazing catharsis that comes with screaming after holding everything in for so long. After a beat, Bette asked, “wanna give it a try?”. Angie smiled and said yes. “Okay, but you have to do it, you have to commit and let it all out”. The two women took deep breaths and then screamed at the top of their longs until there was no more breath left. When they were done, the two looked at each other and embraced, ready to make their way back down the mountain.

As they headed back down the trail, Angie caught sight of a pup that drew her attention. “What a cute dog!” she exclaimed as she knelt to say hello. The owner smiled and then quickly noticed Bette. “Maya?” Bette exclaimed as she noticed the owner. Maya smiled.

“I know I’m supposed to be impartial, but I was pulling for you”

“Thank you” Bette responded with an embarrassed smile. The two exchanged some more pleasantries and, sensing the end of their encounter, Maya asked her if she would like to go to dinner. Bette, assuming she was looking for an inside scoop on the election, quickly rebuffed Maya explaining that she was not ready to make any official comments. Maya smiled and explained that the dinner would be “off the record”. Bette realized she was flirting and was admittedly caught off guard. It's not often she is speechless. “You have my number” Maya said before walking off. Angie and Bette continued on their way, all the while Angie teased her mother about finding “The love of her life.”

Across town…

Shane was packing up a number of baby gifts she and Quiara had been given. Quiara had refused to get out of bed since the miscarriage the day before. Shane wasn't sure how to react or what to do. She felt for Quiara and the loss, but truthfully had a sense of relief. Shane had always been honest with Quiara, kids were not a part of her plan. But when Quiara showed up at her front door professing her love and telling Shane she didn't need her but wanted to be with her, what else could she do? Shane was so in love with Quiara and she was willing to put aside her desires to share a life with her.

Quiara, still reeling from the events, finally made her appearance. Shane could see how broken she looked, and wanted nothing more than to take care of her, but once Quiara saw what she was doing she began to let out her frustrations. Quiara accused Shane of being relieved and happy with the way things turned out. Shane was taken aback, overwhelmed and speechless. She knew nothing she could say would help, but she didn’t need to say anything. Quiara threw her ring at Shane and stormed off. Shane picked up the ring and sat on the floor, trying to understand what had just happened.

“No one is ever going to love you because you are incapable of loving anyone but your fucking self”

The words rang in her mind, repeating themselves, taking a piece of her every time. She couldn’t think about anything else as she sat on the floor clutching the ring. “I need a drink” she said to herself, grabbing her keys and making her way to the jeep. While driving to Dana’s she realized that the last thing she wanted was to be around people. She parked the car in the alley, grabbed a few bottles from her office but decided to drive around a bit to clear her head before heading home. While she was driving she came across a mutt rummaging through some trash on the street. She looked into its sad eyes and felt a connection. She heard the words Quiara had said once more, “incapable of loving anyone but yourself.'' There was a deep ache in her heart, was she broken? She looked out at the lost dog once more and in a moment of desperation led the mutt into her jeep. She looked at him, and he looked back at her with kind eyes. “What the hell am I doing?” she asked herself before driving back home.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Shane was stirred from sleep by the sounds of someone in her kitchen. She sat up in bed, feeling the blood rush to her ears and a headache pounding in behind her eyes. The empty bottles by the bed indicative of her activities the night before. Shane willed herself to get out of bed and make her way towards the kitchen. As she came out of her room she could see Alice.

“You have a dog Shane”

“Yeah Al, I know”

“Why do you have a dog” she asked, emphasizing the word dog, “and where is Quiara?!”

Shane knew she would have to tell Alice what happened eventually, but she pictured herself a little less hungover. Shane poured herself a cup of coffee, seemingly ignoring Alice who was impatiently waiting for answers. Shane, now facing Alice, leaned against the counter before taking a slow satisfying sip of her coffee. Another moment passed before she said it, “Quiara left me..”

Alice stood there, trying not to let how shocked she was show on her face, but not doing very well. Shane continued to sip her coffee while Alice collected herself. “She left you…. And you got a dog?”  she said confused. Shane recounted the night's events, telling Alice only what she needed to know and nothing more. Alice listened attentively, but plopped herself down the couch.  When Shane was done, “wow” was all Alice could manage. Silence hung in the air for a moment before Alice spoke again. “So what's his name?” she asked.

“His name?” Shane responded

“Yeah Shane, dogs have names”

Shane turned to look at the mutt who had chosen a small corner of the kitchen to sleep in last night and was still lying there. His big sad eyes looked up at her, but he did not move. “Dog, his name is Dog” she said in a dismissive manner.

“You can’t fucking name a dog Dog”

“Why not?” Shane asked hungover and a little annoyed by how much energy she had already spent this morning.

“Because Shane, ‘Dog’ is not a name”

Shane turned to face the dog who looked at her again, “okay what about.. Bud”

“Bud?! What are you five?” Alice asked with a slight mocking tone in her voice

“Well I don’t know Al, what am I supposed to name him”

“I don't know!” she responded with a higher tone in her voice, “what about Lou”

“Lou?” Shane asked in a flat tone. Suddenly there was a deep banging noise. She looked over to see the dog had begun to wag his tail. “Lou” she said again and he lifted his head to attention. “OH MY GOD. I’m the fucking dog whisperer” Alice exclaimed causing Shane to roll her eyes and say, “Lou it is.”

Over the next couple of days, Shane spent a lot of time at Dana’s trying her best to keep herself busy. She paid Finley to buy some dog food, a bed and even to walk Lou. Finley was happy for the extra cash and goodies she could swipe from the house.  

Shane had gotten the dog to prove to herself that she could care about someone other than herself, but the truth is she wasn't sure she could. She spent her nights out on the terrace underneath the night sky, trying not to think about Quiara. As she continued to pour the drinks she would begin to think about all the times she had let someone down. Shane had always felt like a disappointment, and had a tendency to be self-destructive. She believed she had outgrown that, but maybe she was just good at hiding it.

And then there was a knock at her front door. Her heart stopped for a moment remembering the last time someone came to her front door at that time of night.

She made her way to the door, but found Lou standing guard. His stance ready and his eyes fixed on the front door. “Stay,” Shane said as she caught a glimpse of who was on the other side. She opened the door to a big smile from Bette. “Hey you,” she said to Shane, catching a glimpse of the dog. “ I hear you are keeping busy these days.” Shane smirked and invited Bette into the house. ��Bette, meet Lou.” Bette smiled at the dog and looked back at Shane with concerned eyes.

“Im fine, I promise”

“I know,” Bette said, knowing better than to try and tell Shane what she is feeling.

Bette had brought groceries and proceeded to the kitchen. “I figured you could use a home cooked meal, and I could use a friend. What do you say?” she said, turning to look at Shane as she unpacked the bag. Shane smiled, simply responding with “You want a drink?” The two friends took the time to get into their usual rhythm, allowing the first round of drinks to settle before opening a bottle of wine to have with dinner. They ate their meal with a casual and playful atmosphere, but as the bottle was finished and another opened, the conversation found itself veering into its intended territory.

The two sat across from each other, plates nearly clean and the second bottle of wine half empty. “What happened?” Bette asked, knowing Shane would put up her usual bravado. Shane sighed. “I’m broken,” she responded so matter of factly that Bette was taken aback.

“You are not broken”

“Yeah I am, she was right Bette. I was relieved. I didn't want a kid but I wanted her. I was selfish and she left me because … I’m incapable of love.”

Bette let the words sit there for a moment. “Is that what she told you?” she finally asked. Shane didn’t respond. “Shane, you are not broken. Humans by definition are imperfect and we all have our own tendencies to self-destruct. Me included.” Bette said that last part with a little extra weight. Shane looked at her friend who was so good at putting on a brave face for the world but, ever so often, would let her guard down. She reached across the table and held Bette’s hand. Bette looked up across the table to Shane and managed a slight smile.

“I know you are capable of love because I see the way you love Angie, and she adores you. You are a great friend because you love us and we love you. Don’t let the words Quiara said to you in anger question the beautiful person you are.”

“It's different. Cheri, Carmen, Molly …. Quiara… I always hurt the people who love me, because I am not built to love them back, ” Shane said with defeat in her voice.

“I don't believe that” Bette replied without hesitation. “You loved all of them, but maybe you weren't built to love them the way they wanted to be loved, and that is okay.”

Shane let the words weigh on her for a moment. Silence hung in the air.

“So a dog huh,” Bette said teasingly

Shane sat back and looked at Lou who was laying in bed but watching them attentively.

“How are you holding up?” Shane asked, hoping to change the subject. Bette could see what she was doing, but she pursed her lips and didn’t fight it. “Well Tina is getting married,” she said with the slightest pain in her voice. “I know,” Shane replied, “She asked if she could use Dana’s for her engagement party.” Bette flinched and then sat there for a moment before reaching for the dishes and making her way to the sink. Shane was quiet, watching her, knowing that she would speak when she was ready. Bette hung her head, took a deep breath and turned to face Shane. “She deserves to be happy, even if it isn't with me.” Bette was being honest, but Shane knew this was still hurting her. “We are quite the pair,” Shane remarked as she picked up the remaining dishes from the table and walked them over to the sink. The two women cleaned the kitchen together in silence, working in harmony, each with something weighing on their mind. As she was drying the last plate, Bette broke the silence, “I went on a date a couple of nights ago.”

Shane poured the last bit of wine into her glass and smiled, “With the hot reporter I bet.”

Bette put the plate down in utter disbelief. “How on earth could you possibly know that?” she said almost laughing. She looked over to Shane who had a knowing smile. “Because, I’m me. And she was into you at that campaign event. How was the date?”

#the l word #the l word gen q #the l word generation #alice #shane #bette #fanfic #chapter 1 #chapter 2

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Find you

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Im Jaebeom ( feat. You)

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2,4 k

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POV Jaebeom

'And why did Mark insist that I go into this new coffee shop,' he thought of himself standing in the alley, looking at the black door without a sign. He checked the address again on the card to make sure he got there. Maybe Mark's just playing it. I wonder Jinyoung was here? He took the phone out of his pocket and dialed Jinyoung's number.

"What do you need?" answered the voice barely holding back the laughter.

"And for you hello too. Where are you?"

"At home, where else am I can be? Weren't we going to go to the training together?"

"We'll go. I'll be back soon. What are you laughing at?"

"Watching the movie, okay bye, because of you I miss the most interesting." Jinyoung hung up

He looked at the phone. Did Jinyoung just  hang up? He didn't even have time to ask  what he wanted. Whatever. He went to the door and opened it. Despite the fact that the sun was shining outside, it seemed that it was a deep night, and only a dim yellow light illuminated every table. Was it really a coffee shop? He saw a couple at the far table, who had a cute conversation with each other. What? Mark sent him to the coffee shop for the couples. He was approached by the waiter "Good afternoon. Are you alone or with  someone?"

"Alone" he replied, had long been since he was so embarrassing.

"Please follow me" the waiter turned around and strode and deep into the hall. He pushed the curtain, skipping him forward. It seemed here was even darker than before. It was a spacious hall on the perimeter of which were placed single soft vintage armchairs next to which were low bookcases on several shelves. At the end of the hall there was a bar. The hall was empty. Only one person at the end of the hall, read a book sitting in a armchair. Only now he noticed that near each armchair there was a small reading lamp, which stood on the coffee table.

"You can choose any place you like" said the waiter before leaving. He once again inspected the hall before choosing a seat in the corner from which the whole hall is clearly visible. He sat down on armchair and smiled. It was like a little world that only he was in. He laughed softly. Jinyoung would have liked it here. This place was unique, no wonder it was hard to find. He drew attention to the wall of the locker, which was attached to a tablet with the inscription 'To order use a tablet'. Unlocked the tablet, he chose a drink and sent an order. He heard the sound of a slight vibration from the side of the bar. The person who was reading got up from his seat and walked towards the bar. Or rather it was a girl with long dark hair. She was wearing a red trouser suit and rabbit-slippers. He could barely contain his laughter. He wondered if this girl was the reason Mark insisted on coming here. You went to the bar, because the hall was big, he couldn't see your face. A few minutes later you took a glass of his drink, and headed in his direction. His heart started beating harder. For a long time no one worried his heart, perhaps the atmosphere of the coffee shop enhances the effect of anticipation. He took a deep breath returning his composure. Your skin was white, and your bright lips were immediately conspicuous. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You looked straight into his eyes, but why did he feel like he was sitting completely naked now under your glance. You came closer and smiled.

"Here, please, your order" you said by placing a glass on the coffee table next to it.

"Thank you" he quickly replied

"Hopefully you'll fully enjoy the time, what you'll spent here" you turned around and started to leave.

"Wait..." he grabbed you by the edge of your jacket, stopping you. You turned slowly, your eyes were glued to his hand. Gently with two fingers you took the sleeve of his shirt, removing his hand from your jacket. You turned your eyes on him, but he felt like you'd slapped him. "Sorry, I just wanted to ask you something," he said quickly as you let go of his sleeve.

"For this, people have such an organ as mouth. You don't have to touch them at all." you answered, still looking into his eyes. Why did your look make him feel defenseless.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to know, here always so empty?" he asked, pointing to an empty hall. You came closer, looking at him from head to toe.

"People come here when they are tired and want to rest. If you need an overflow coffee shop with a lot of people or you want to chat, then you clearly got the wrong address."

"No, I think I've finally come, exactly where I've been dreaming to be for so long time" he smiled broadly at you without taking his gaze off your face.

You bent down on him, resting your hands on the armrests on either side of him. He had completely to leaned back. You looked at him with a glance that he would definitely call dangerous. "You're wasting your time. Don't try to find something here that doesn't exist" you turned around and left, this time he didn't have the courage to stop you. His heart was pounding at breakneck speed, and his back was covered with sweat. What was that? The feelings were all too familiar. He mentally returned at the time that he and Jinyoung left behind and decided not to remember again. He wanted to get up and only now realized that his whole body was tense. He got up and quickly walked towards the exit. Having paid off, he went outside. A bright light blinded him up for a few minutes, his eyes aching after the dark lighting in the coffee shop.

He came to training and only then realized that he had no belongings. He went to the side of the locker room. Going inside, he saw his bag next to his locker. Jinyoung. Despite the fact that Jinyoung always complains about him, still does everything to take care of him. He smiled broadly. After quickly changing, he ran towards the field. He found Jinyoung's eyes and ran in his direction. He jumped on Jinyoung and knocked him down, causing them to fall.

"Yay, gosh! I brought him a uniform, and he knocks me down. So do good to the people after that"Jinyoung resented.

He hugged him tightly from his back, wrapping his arms and legs around Jinyoung, while they lay on the grass. "Who is this grumbler here, who cares so much about me?" he laughed loudly.

"Jaebeom, confess to me honestly. Have you gone mad?" asked Jinyoung

"Yes" he got to his feet, helping to rise Jinyoung. "Come on, the training has already started" they ran towards the team, which already warmed up.

As always they were lying on the field when everyone left. He lay with his eyes closed, and still constantly felt the look of Jinyoung. Although after that drunken night Jinyoung never crossed the border again, even when he got drunk. In his memory a moment surfaced on the river bank. When Jinyoung lead hand down his cheek. He saw the exact same look today. A dangerous look. He wasn't sure if anything was worth changing when things went back to their seats. First he wanted to tell Jinyoung about the girl he met today. But now his resolve has not been so strong. Too many questions arose in his head. But the most important thing was: why was he so excited to meet the girl Jinyoung came up with?

"Are you not going to go home?" a Jinyoung voice snatched him from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and saw Jinyoung, who was standing beside him, reaching out his hand. He got up and they went to the locker room. After taking a shower, they quickly gathered and went home. "Did something good happen today? You looked happy when you came to practice."

"Something happened, but I don't know yet whether it's good or bad." replied Jaebeom

"If I ask what it is, will you answer me?"

"I'll answer, but not today"

"Okay" Jinyoung smiled "Tell me when I can ask you. What are we going to have at dinner?

"Usually when you ask me what we're going to have at dinner, you already have the answer to that question," Jaebeom laughed.

"You're damn right, my friend."

After a few days of deliberation, Jaebeom siting on the bedroom floor after dinner, looking at the coffee shop's black card in front of him. He decided that let fate make its choice. Jinyoung went into the bedroom and sat across from him, giving him a beer. Seeing the card on the floor, he picked it up, carefully scrutinizing.

"What is this?" asked Jinyoung with interest

"Answer"

"The answer? Which answer?"

"On the question you wanted to ask me a few days ago"

Jinyoung turned his eyes from business card at him, and stared intently for a few minutes before looking at the business card again. "Is that the answer? And which is this answer: good or bad?"

"You'll have to tell me that later, " replied Jaebeom, taking a few more sips of beer.

"You're not coming with me?"

"No, you have to go there alone"

"I get it. I'll go when I'll have time" he smiled and put business card on the nightstands near the bed.

After drinking beer, they went to bed.

POV Jinyoung

Today he was alone. He was very bored. What's he going to do? He was lying on the bed looking through the SNS. Jaebeom went to help Mark, he had to go with them. But he didn't want to plant trees. He got up abruptly because of what hit the nightstand with his knee. Half the stuff fell to the floor. He began to lift them off the floor until a black piece of paper caught his attention. He considered it for a long time, recalling the words of Jaebeom. Think he just had plans for tonight.

Why did Jaebeom send him here? What exactly should he find the answer to? He understood nothing while standing, in a narrow unlit alley looking at the black door and painted windows. He went inside, a few couples sat at tables, and there was dim lighting in the hall. The waiter appeared before him a moment later, "Good evening. Are you alone or with a couple?"

"I'll be alone" he smiled, representing Jaebeom to a similar dating spot. He looked around while following the waiter. They went to the second hall with single armchairs. Choosing a place, he considered everything around. There were about five other people besides him. Someone read, someone looked at the phone, someone listened to music with eyes closed. What is this place? Having made an order, he curiously examined everything around. He turned his eyes to the bar and saw a girl making a cocktail. She had fair skin and dark hair. You came out from behind the bar heading in his direction. You were wearing a red urban midi dress and instead of shoes, panda slippers. Your eyes were on him. Is it? No, it can't be truth! Wild! That's the first thing he thought of when watching your every move.

"Here, please," you said, and smiled. But the smile didn't touch your eyes, they kept scanning him.

"Who are you?" he asked

You tilted your head looking at him, "Hmm, this is the first time I've got a question like this. It's interesting."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It slipped out. Do you work here?"

"It can say like this." said you looking around the hall

"It seems that there are not many visitors. Interesting place" he took his glass "Thank for that" he said taking a sip.

"I think I've got deja vu. Well" you looked at him with a cold glance before you turn around. You took a step, but stopped, turning your head slightly, you said "Hope you fully enjoy your time here" you quickly walk to the side of the bar.

Cold passed through his back. You is the girl he made up himself. But why now he was scared, meeting you face to face. This is what Jaebeom wanted to show him. What for? It seemed to him that they had left everything behind. Why now. How does he must react to that. Good or bad, what of this he must choose. "Jaebeom what you're up to. Why did you want me to see her?" he whispered. He drank his drink and came out of that coffee shop without turning around he went home.

He sat in a dark room, looking at the amber liquid in his glass. He heard the sound of the front door when Jaebeom returned home. He took off his shoes and went into the living room

"God, you scared me! Why are you sitting in the dark?" said Jaebeom

He got up and headed towards Jaebeom. He was making slow steps. He came close, forcing Jaebeom to back down. "What's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"

Jinyoung did not respond by taking another step and Jaebeom crashed into the wall. He went up in tight to Jaebeom, approaching his face. Jaebeom tried to shove him away, but he pressed his hands against the wall.

"What's wrong with you today?" Jaebeom's breath became quicker.

He squeezed with the force of Jaebeom's forearm, he leaned to his ear, pressing his body. "Isn't that what you expected when you sent me to that coffee shop?" he whispered.

"I’m ... No... I don't know."

"Why would you want me to see her?"

"I don't know"

"Didn't you ask me to stop, so why are you doing this now?"

"I don't know"

"Don't you think you're repeating yourself? Who then should know the answers?" he felt the tremor emanating from Jaebeom's body.

"I couldn't think of anything, when I saw her. The girl you dream up. What else was I supposed to do?"

He put his head on Jaebeom's shoulder. Now he realizes Jaebeom was just as him scared and excited the day he met you.

"We found our girl, it left just to win her heart," he said, taking a few steps back and laughing.

"Have you seen her? I think we're going to have a problem with that," chuckled Jaebeom.

"We're going to have to try," Jinyoung said, "Is the game starting to be in our favor, but the chances of winning are still zero."

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