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vixen525noms · 7 months

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Defying Certain Death Part 15

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett felt he was being watched. People, and, now that he was aware, their humans, definitely noticed he was holding something close to his chest. The mages with the stand near the edge of town watched him closely. He didn’t blame them. Some of what they sold was quite valuable, and his kind were known for liking things of value. Not that his kind were inclined to steal, but most of the mages were humans and so they knew he could be a threat to them. But he wasn’t interested in them today. He had one place he would go today in this Syorian town. The clothing store. He knew he and his fellow Syor were required to be on what Syorian called “good behavior”when coming to town. There were humans, but they belonged to the Syorian, and thus were under Syorian protection.

He felt Hope moving under his hand a bit. She seemed nervous about how he was holding her so securely against himself. She definitely seemed nervous when he growled at anyone who came too close. It was no doubt obvious to everyone that he was holding something precious and valuable to him. Everyone knew how to recognize possessive behavior. He didn’t care what they thought. They could have all sorts of guesses about what he valued so much. Although if they used their extra eyelid, they could see her life in his hand. He kept focused on his goal. He passed the fruit stand, the bakery, and various other shops. He paused at the bathhouse, thinking briefly. Getting cleaned up would be nice... But he shook his head and continued, finally reaching the clothing store.

Barrett sighed and pushed open the door to the clothing shop, and stepped inside. His eyes traced the familiar and tantalizing movement of the human workers scurrying to the back to hide. They always did when a Syor came in. He smirked, enjoying the fear he inspired in those humans. He looked at the Syorian tailor, and smiled, “Today I am not shopping for myself. Today I want to buy something nice for her.” He pulled his hand away from his chest, showing the human girl he held in his hand. The look of shock on the Syorian’s face was expected. Syor didn’t keep humans alive, unless to use as bait, and definitely didn’t buy nice things for them. Hell, they almost never bought nice things for each other unless it was their offspring. “Focus. Get some nice human clothes out for her to try on.”

The Syorian recovered enough from the brief shock to go get some human outfits. Barrett walked over to the human platform, mirrors, and dressing room and lowered his hand by it. He watched Hope get off his hand and look around and he smiled at her, “There you go. Told you I’d bring you to shop. We’ll get you something pretty.” Barrett could see Hope was still nervous, but he knew shopping made him happy, so he assumed she would calm once they got started.

After a moment the Syorian asked if Barrett would leave their tailors alone so they could work with Hope and he immediately nodded. “I won’t mess with your little treats while they pamper my Hope. As much as they smell delicious, taking care of her is more important so they are safe... only so long as they are beneficial to my Hope.” At first there was no sign of the human tailors. Barrett chuckled, and repeated that he wouldn’t hurt them. Not today. He glanced down, noticing he was still pretty dirty from the rockslide despite using the lake to wash up. He probably looked like a real monster, like he’d been in a fight or something. He usually went to the bathhouse before the clothing store, but he really wanted to get something for Hope. He noticed one tailor peek out, then walk over to Hope.

Eventually, the other two humans working the clothing shop came out of their hiding places to start working on helping find what clothing suited Hope... well, more like what Barrett thought would suit her. Hope spoke softly to them occasionally, but Barrett was eagerly pointing out the fanciest and most expensive outfits that might fit Hope, then praising how they looked on her when she tried them on. The tailors were extremely uneasy when he leaned close to look at Hope in the various outfits.

The other humans very quickly figured out Hope didn’t exactly enjoy this much and definitely wasn’t used to such fancy outfits. They looked at each other when she commented about how awkward it would be to try to plant things in one of the fitted dresses. This was a very unique circumstance, and assuming she survived her time with the Syor, they may have to make custom outfits that were some combination of the fancy the Syor wanted and the practical the girl was more used to. She was disappointed in a lack of pockets to hold garden tools and seeds with the next outfit, but Barrett clearly adored how she looked, and to the human tailors, keeping the man-eating monster happy was more important.

They start talking to each other a bit about how the Syor seems to treat Hope more like a fancy doll to dress up rather than a person with her own wants... but that was a far cry better than how most Syor just treat humans as food. After a couple hours of going through outfits, they seemed to find one that Hope seemed to dislike the least. At least she could move around in it fairly well, and if her belt with pouches was adjusted slightly, she could still carry her seeds and plant samples with it. Barrett wasn’t quite as satisfied with it as others, but perked up immediately when he heard Hope speak her first compliment about an outfit. He was super excited, grinning broadly as he exclaimed, “I knew we’d find something fabulous for you! I’ll have them pack it up and we can go to the bathhouse next! I’ll just take you in with me so you can get washed up nicely. We’ll get a private one so nobody eyes you.” He definitely had some understanding that she hadn’t been enjoying the outing like he planned, but her accepting even a single outfit was enough that Barrett felt at least slightly successful.

As the humans bagged up the outfit for Hope and Barrett paid the Syorian, he spoke to her, holding her in one hand, “I don’t know why you didn’t cheer up with this; I always love finding the newest, fanciest outfits. But at least we found one you enjoy... The pouch belt you wear kind of clashes with it a bit, but you really seem to want to wear it so maybe now that the tailors have met you, they’ll be able to design some custom outfits that it won’t clash with. I’m sure you’ll have better times shopping in the future. You just aren’t used to how big it is here yet!” Hope was quiet, not wanting to argue or correct his assumptions. At least the tailors seemed to recognize she was a farmer and gardener, not the sort of person to wear such things, but they also seemed to be scared enough of Barrett to lean more towards what he wants to do.

Barrett approached the giants’ bathhouse, paying for a private wash room and entering. After going in he closed the door and paused, thinking. “Wait... It’s wrong for people to see each other naked most of the time, and... hmm...” He seemed deep in thought, then perked up, “I can put you in my mouth while I wash, and I can turn my back while you wash!” Before Hope could protest, she found herself on his tongue, and his mouth snapped shut. She shuttered and curled up in a ball, “No no no.... don’t eat me....” He tried to speak around her, struggled to make his words clear, then plucked her out again, “Not gonna eat ya. This is just so I can wash up without you scampering off. Okay? I don’t want to lose track of you because then I can’t protect you. I wouldn’t have bought you that pretty outfit if I was just going to eat you..”

Hope soon realized she couldn’t talk him out of this, “So... I get to get washed up too?” He nodded with a grin, and popped her back in his mouth before she could ask anything else, stripping down and enjoying the hot water. Once he was fully clean, he focused on the flavor in his mouth. Humans have such a delightful flavor... But he promised he wouldn’t eat her, and he supposed that extended to swallowing her with the temporary protection. Not to mention there was limited time in the private washroom, and he didn't feel like paying for additional time. His tongue trailed over her and he purred, savoring her taste, starting to move her around so her flavor would cover his tongue. No nipping, he didn’t want to accidentally break skin or, gods forbid, bones like he did with humans that were food, but she was just so tasty. Remembering he was supposed to be giving her a happier day, he froze. Tasting her wasn’t going to make her happy. He frowned, and focused on letting her have a turn. He turned the water down, dried and redressed. He pulled Hope from his mouth and set her on the soap shelf where the water still dribbled down while barely on. He turned his back, knowing it was too high for her to get down or go anywhere. “Wash up. I made sure the water is still warm, even if there is much less of it.”

He listened as she used the water to clean up, waiting... She took an awfully long time... He was beginning to think he needed to check on her when she spoke up that she was done and dressed. He turned back, smiling at the sight of her in the new outfit he bought. He scooped her up with a grin, “You look good all cleaned up in that dress. Let’s go back to where we camp. You still have food from that cart, right? I’ll go hunting while you rest there.” He looked closer and frowned. She had bruises... was that from his tasting her? Not good. Apparently he was too rough. He sighed, “I didn’t mean to bruise you. But at least it’s minor. Let’s head back.” He then left the bathhouse and headed down the road.

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sexy-rakun-2000 · 6 months

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since its aftg season:

the rare pair i enjoy the most are allison and aaron. yea i enjoy kateaaron its very cute. but! sassy blondes who had their lives indirectly ruined by neil josten. both are very serious about what they do and dont get approval/love from their parents (like in general). they hide their heart behind a persona, plus see themselves as weak when the mask cracks. they can make fun of andrew together and admit under alcohol that kevin day is hot.

ppl staring at how resident hotgirl allison is dating a 5ft tall blond that she calls babe who can get his arms only over her waist when shes wearing heels. then the guy gives the most passive agressive bored look and the onlookers scram.

#i have so many thoughts on them hhhh #even as besties they would be unstoppable #lomls #if i took up fic writing id do one about them for sure!!!#mby ill be tempted to draw tho who knows #aftg #all for the game #allison reynolds #aaron minyard #textpost

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thestalkerbunny · 2 years

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TSB plays Legends Arceus Part 28

SABI!!!

Yeah, it was kinda tricky with these shoes and uh...these shorts. They didn’t have winter gear at the shops cause it’s spring time everywhere else. I’m not as warm and equipped as you are.

They really know how to write a little kid in this game. You are HAUNTING, me small child with your WORDS.

I mean, you’re not WRONG. The only person who knows is YOU.

Oh no, Sabi please no more RUNNING.

Sabi you frighten me. Please don’t make me RUN UP HILL AGAIN.

HI....S...SABI.....GOd.....This shit is STEEP. God, Is the air thin for you guys, cause this air is pretty fucking thin....

I mean that’s the first sort of rule of hiking in the mountains, always have a BUDDY. So when someone slips and cracks open their skulls, someone can go tell people where the body is.

Please Sabi, the air is thin and I can’t think GOOD.

DID YOU NOT SEE THE GALADE IN THERE THAT NEARLY FUCKING EVISCERATED ME. Sabi, I like games, but not when I’m nearly cut in TWO.

Please say Lotto ticket numbers.

I fucking hope so, I’m freezing and I’d love to hurry up and get this over with, Sabi dearest.

I doubt anything involving with a RAPTOR can be easy or.....SAFE.

Oh man, I GOTTA FIGHT THE CHILD? WELL. NO MERCY, SABI.

HELL YEAH.

wAHT???

JESUS CHRIST?? THAT LINE UP? HOLY FUCK!

Im.

GOD.

That thin air is getting to me or the fucking NIGHTMARE you just put me thru Sabi.

Please no more stairs Sabi......No more stairs....

Okay. Okay. Just gimme a sec....Air....Really thin.

Cause God hates us and wishes ill upon us all.

Yes. And absolutely.

I would feel more safe and secure if we had a HORSE tranquilzer, Adaman.

ADAMAN CONFIRMED SELF PROCLAIMED WANNA BE HIMBO.

Is it history or the sound of your brain cells scrapin’ the floor, HImbo Boy?

I’m really ushering it in with a baseball bat if we’re being honest Adaman. I’m just here making sure ya’ll don’t fucking DIE apparently.

Yeah, because we’re gonna DIE and horse god is gonna be there and shake his head at us and make ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sounds.

A LITTLE BIT OF COLUMN A AND A BIT OF COLUMN B.

Oh cool, so it’s not actually FLYING, we’ll be gliding on the updrafts. That’s actually very neat because that’s how real world Raptors fly, most of them don’t flap their wings a whole lot cause it takes a lot of energy to do so and isn’t really benificial to them and their energy intake-I’m sorry, jump from WHERE?

Adaman, are you not hearing this child; this is an over 100 ft DROP; you get PARALYZED if you fall bad down the stairs and that’s under 5ft sometimes.

SABI I AM NOT JUMPING OFF THERE, I WILL BE WALKING DOWN THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

#TSB talks #Pokemon #PLA #pokemon legends arceus #Adaman #Sabi #Stalky Plays #TSB Plays

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nigthbreed · 1 year

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Identification? Hallucination? Falsification.

“The great enemy of truth is very often not the lie, deliberate, contrived and dishonest, but the myth, persistent, persuasive and unrealistic.”

JFK

For the purpose of this article I will be referring to the expert witness statement of Dr Kathy Pezdek, document 16-7 from the Federal Petition of the Writ of Habeas Corpus, filed by the Federal Defenders Office 17th December 2008.

For ease of clarity when discussing the tainted line up procedure, I will briefly mention the events that led up to it. Those events will be comprehensively covered in a later article.

Police sketch released August 30th 1985. A point was made that the assailant had “straight, white teeth”, which considering that Richard had excessive dental problems, doesn’t sound quite right. No, I’m not seeing a likeness here..

On the 30th August 1985, the final police sketch of the man suspected of being the notorious “Night Stalker” was released to the media. That in itself is odd, because by then they were already in possession of his mug shot, which was released to the world and was soon seen staring out of every newspaper stand and TV. Law Enforcement had a man in their sights and now it was only a matter of time.

Not even if I squint.

After the well documented and public beating Richard received in East Hubbard Street after the release of the mugshot, LAPD wasted no time getting him into a live line up.

It should be pointed out that the people who attacked Richard in the street that day didn’t realise they were beating up the most wanted man in the USA, but a car thief after a failed carjacking. The officer in attendance, Deputy Sheriff Andres Ramírez (no relation), was told by Manuel De La Torre that Richard had attempted to steal his car and assault his wife. It wasn’t until the Deputy Sheriff asked for his name that realisation began to sink in. Richard was placed under arrest for attempted grand theft auto and assault. He was unarmed, compliant and non-aggressive. The most evil man ever born, was apparently, not carrying a weapon, although it has been said he threw his gun away. No gun was seen or recovered. A bit like those famous Avia trainers, that no one ever saw him wear, or throw away. If Richard had a gun that morning, does anyone seriously think he wouldn’t have hesitated to use it as he was running for his life? After all, this is the man they call the Night Stalker, right?

From the Federal Petition of the Writ of Habeas Corpus, 2008.

Richard had taken a severe beating, bleeding heavily from being hit on the head twice by a metal pole, an ambulance was called. This “street justice” meted out from a posse of enraged citizens may just have saved his life “as an LA Times reporter said that an order had been explicitly given out to police ‘we don’t want a trial for this guy’” (Taken from Programmed To Kill; The Politics Of Serial Murder by Dave McGowan) In other words he was never meant to be taken alive.

Alas for Law Enforcement he was handed over very much alive, his head wounds treated and completely covered in gauze bandages. With helicopters circling above, an angry crowd and a plethora of cameras, this drama was now playing out directly in the public gaze. Everyone had now seen his face staring out from every news stand and directly from their TV sets into their homes; he was instantly recognisable.

Into The Fire..

The line up took place on 5th September 1985, a couple of days after two award ceremonies had taken place honouring those citizens instrumental in taking the infamous Night Stalker off the streets. All before he’d even been identified, arraigned or even charged. He was already tried and found guilty in their eyes.

Varying police composites. Described at differing times as light, “Oriental”, 5ft 7 to 5ft 9 (Richard was 6ft 1) and my personal favourite, seen with a cat on his shoulder carrying, a tub of ice cream, about three blocks away from a crime scene.

Richard really didn’t want to take part in the live line up as he knew his face had been spread all over the media. He also had an obvious head wound with two shaved patches on his head where treatment had been administered. All knew the circumstances of his arrest and these wounds would not go unnoticed, especially as he was the only one out of the six individuals on the viewing platform that day with an injured head. Also Richard appeared that day for the first and only time with a side parting in his hair. A deliberate move, perhaps, to more closely match the last eye witness description given of him on August 30th? At no point before or since did he style his hair that way. Richard was given place number 2, with a board bearing the number round his neck.

The expert witness declaration of Dr Kathy Pezdek, document 16-7, taken from the Federal Petition of the Writ of Habeas Corpus, filed by the Public Defenders Office on 17th December 2008.

There were so many witnesses called to participate that day that there had to be two separate line ups. Public Defender Alan Adashek (briefly assigned to Richard) stated in court that he and 5 other public defenders had gone to the line up to make sure everything was done correctly and fairly. This seems to not have been the case as witnesses we’re allowed to gather together before hand, discuss and swap notes. Public Defender Judy Crawford also attended the line ups that day to observe, she later testified in court that she had noticed Deputy John Jones hold up two fingers to the assembled audience during the first line up. Apparently, she didn’t think much of this until she saw that Richard was in position number two. Her suspicions were then confirmed at the second line up when another deputy, Tom Hyeboek did the same. Two fingers were again held up to the audience as he said “Does anyone have any questions?”

So here we have a room full of tense and upset people, perfectly understandable considering the awful circumstances, most of whom, if not all, had seen his face plastered over every media outlet for days. Were they being subtly coached and encouraged to pick the man they’d already decided was guilty? It certainly looked that way to the lawyers observing. A kangaroo court in the making, even before the fact.

The public defenders in attendance during those biased line ups filed an objection sheet, pointing out the media saturation, visible head wounds and the deputies and their fingers. However, during the trial itself, Prosecutor Phil Halpin lied and said he’d never been given it. That, as it turns out, wasn’t the truth and the objection sheet was duly produced and handed to Public Defender Ray Wallen to read out to the jury. Halpin was proven to have been wrong and to have lied.

I am using this eyewitness identification taken from the Writ of Habeas Corpus to demonstrate how perceptions change, along with descriptions after prolonged exposure by the media.

Taken from the expert witness declaration of Dr Kathy Pezdek, document 16-7, which is available on line for any who care to look.

It is beyond imagining that anyone looking at the composites of Richard could readily identify him from those alone. None look anything like him and it’s absurd to suggest that they do. For eyewitness identification other methods must be employed, whether that’s a live line up or in court but what happens when the procedure is tainted from the start? The eyewitnesses were hopelessly compromised by their exposure to media coverage, daily, hourly, attested to in the court documents, of which I given an example above, although there are more.

Speaking of compromised identification, take a look HERE and perhaps HERE, or even HERE for more examples of how eyewitnesses differed in their descriptions.

How they managed to morph the composites by rubbing bits out here and there… they still don’t and never will match.

As for composites, below is a double one, with the one of “Richard Ramirez” on the left and one of the GSK aka The Golden State Killer on the right. A closer match to each other than the left hand one ever was to Ramirez!

Twins!

In the aftermath of this wholly inappropriate line up Public Defender Alan Adashek gave the following statement to the LA Times. “The publicity is so intense, so intense and constant, over so many days, it’s really a problem. A major problem. The effect of all this massive publicity can be very negative in terms of a fair trial”.

And so it came to pass. The first stage in the railroading of Richard Ramírez.

~Jay~

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nrrrdgrrrl2002 · 2 years

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Was thinking about my Slight Rewrite au so imma ramble.

Character heights

Raph- 4’11”

Mikey- 5ft

Middy and Leo- 5’4”

Donnie- 5’6”

April-5’10”

Casey- 7ft

Donnie still falls for april immediately and gets a little creepy towards the beginning, but middy called him out on it and helped him calm the hell down.

April actually didn’t realize Donnie liked her like that for awhile.

Casey developed feelings for april a little after they met but refused to act on them.

Donnie and Casey still bicker and rival but it’s not for april, that’s just their personalities.

April moved a lot in her life and was homeschooled. When her dad was kidnapped, her aunt put her in school so april had no school experience prior to that.

April is visibly more kraangy with pinkish skin, fang teeth, salmon pink hair, mutagen green blue eyes and starish irises but whilst people know she’s a little weird looking, she’s not really considered a freak in the same way the turtles are.

Irma (who’s NOT sub prime in this) kinda took april under her wing.

Irma told april to stay away from Casey cause he’s known for being violent. April ignored this when Casey protected her from some bullies.

Irma and Casey still don’t like each other but it’s more because Irma thinks Casey is legitimately dangerous, and for Casey it’s cause Irma called him a freak.

Casey is always seen with his face covered and hes always covered up. Whether it’s with his hockey mask or a regular mask and a hood. He refuses to let people see his face.

He says it’s to be “mysterious” (spoilers: that’s a lie)

He accidentally had his mask kicked off once in front of the team and completely flipped.

Leo and Middy tried to be co leaders in the beginning but began to drift as Leo felt more and more pressure from his leader role.

Leo’s knee injury ends up affecting him the rest of his life and he has to wear a knee brace for it.

Mikeys a lot more acrobatic. You think there’s no way he can cross past an obstacle? He’ll find a way to parkour past.

Splinter actually realizes Mikey’s the most natural ninja but his A. Immaturity and B. Morality hold him back. He tries to work with Mikey on the immaturity thing but figured his morality is perfectly fine.

Mikey ended up developing glowy veins and eyes from the shellacne so now he has slight bioluminescence.

Mikey and raph are a tad more feral, having fang teeth and slit irises, than Leo and Donnie, who are slightly more cold blooded.

Whilst the others have enhanced strength from their mutations, Raphs is better classified as near super strength. The only one who can take him on in a pure non strategic brawl is Casey.

Some plant dna stayed with raph after within the woods so he has flowers protruding from his body.

The flowers are attached to raphs veins which they found out the hard way when Mikey attempted to pluck one and raph felt like he got shot.

Donnie isn’t AS burdened since splinter and Leo take on more of the medical responsibilities and raphs a bit more of the fix it guy for household stuff.

The car possessing him incident caused some metal and car parts to stay fused with him after so his shells more durable.

Middy is the team second in command but often takes the role of team therapist (despite being the same age as the turtles)

Started off fairly meek and not wanting to argue but became more outspoken and willing to call things out over time.

Raph and middy didn’t start dating till vision quest but everyone totally thought they were already dating long before that.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donatello #tmnt 2012 casey jones #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 april #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 slight rewrite au

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v01dbug-s1nr0se · 2 years

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AKA WREN ❤ (one of y'all may recognise this name-) One of our many, many BNHA characters-

Presenting him in some outfits :D

Casual!

UA Uniform!

Hero Gear!

Work-Out!

SOME INFO UNDER THE CUT :D

Birthday:Dec. 01

Age:15

Gender:Trans FTM(AFAB, uses quirk to appear male instead of binding most of the time)

Quirk:Shifter - An ability that allows a person to shapeshift. Only allowing them to shift into living creatures such as humans, mutants, hybrids, animals, or versions of themself. Getting hurt causes Aka to change back to his original form. He can only hold this quirk for a certain amount of time depending on his health.

Height:Technically only 4ft 10in(147.32cm I believe) but when shifting to his preferred look he's around 5ft 8in(172.72cm I believe)

Sexuality:Gay gay homosexual gay-

Romance Status:Single but very much crushing

Biggest secret:He has extremely massive crushes on Shoto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugou. The only people who have found out about it are All-Might, Momo Yayorozu, Ochaco Uraraka, Izuku Midoriya, and Mina Ashida. He refuses to allow Eijiro Kirishima or Denki Kaminari any sort of hint or knowledge on this - not because he doesn't trust them, but because they're blabbermouths and... not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Race:Hispanic

Attraction:Although Aka claims he's far more attracted to sweet, charming, open, and gentle guys, he... his current crushes really don't seem to echo that. He does look for appearance, but tries focusing more on the personality of a guy than anything else.

Hobbies:Drawing, writing, reading, photography, and cooking! Also wrestling and archery!

Education/Work:He's enrolled in UA, but gets extra help from his elder sister! He also works part time in a cafe!

Habits: -He wears bandages around his wrists, thighs, and calves. Whenever they're exposed, chances are they have doodles on them! If they aren't the usual go-to doodles(UA logo, rainbows, hearts, smiley faces) then they're chibi heads of his classmates!

-He used to bite his nails, but he's replaced his nail-biting habit with weekly nail-painting every Saturday morning and Sunday evening!

-Whenever he gets too anxious he picks at and bites his lips. It got to the point that Uraraka(who'd gotten EXTREMELY concerned after watching him bleed on his desk) would sneak him lip care products in his bag.

Misc: -He tends to dress very femininely when he can! Usually when his dysphoria and self consciousness isn't through the roofs.

-A lot of people are convinced that he's on a diet! Katsuki doesn't buy it, though. He's smart not too, because while Aka does eat healthy in school and public.. well let's just say a lot of diet cheating happens when he's home alone.

-He has a MASSIVE heart of gold, and sometime's that leads to more issues than it should.

-People in Class 1-A have made joking bets about who's more emotional yet determined - Izuku or Aka!

-He has a very bad habit of eating things out of the packaging at ungodly hours of the night... Specifically shredded cheese, cream cheese, chocolate chips, and/or ice cream!

-He. Can. NOT. Fucking. FOCUS FOR THE LIFE OF HIM. OH MY GOD. This man's got ADHD through the roof.

-Oh my GOD SOMEONE PUT A BELL ON THIS DUMBASS. He gets lost VERY easily. God forbid you let him loose in any foreign city without a cellphone with data to access a GPS.

-He's very quiet when he wants to be and can scare the ever loving SHIT out of someone if he wanted to. (He once scared Katsuki so bad that the entire classroom almost didn't exist-)

Now a scene from Aka Wren's first day at UA :D

"Bakugou! Sit down!"

"LIKE I'D LISTEN TO YOU, FOUR-EYES!"

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krowjones · 4 months

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First Munday, yayyy!

Tagged from: myself 6 years ago (on my old blog)

Tagging: Take it from me!

Nicknames: Sky

Gender: Masc-leaning(?) trans/enby gender-whatever

Star sign: Pisces

Height: 5ft 0in

Time: 2:08 AM

Birthday: February 21

Favorite bands: Truly too many, but a few off the top of my head are: Moron Police, Major Parkinson, Ghost, Moon Safari, The Band Camino

Favorite solo artists: Also too many, but a few off the top of the ol' noggin: Carly Rae Jepsen, Gotye, Devin Townsend (his solo work), Bonnie Tyler, Lemon Demon, Will Wood

Song stuck in my head: "Square Hammer" by Ghost

Last movie watched: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie (I'm obsessed leave me be)

Last show watched: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I'm obsessed leave me be)

When did I create my blog?: Like a week ago or somethin'

What do I post?: The most bangin' writing you've ever seen, babyyy

Last thing googled: Joke's on you I use another search engine! But Ice Cream Sandwich (the Youtube funny comics guy)

Do you have other blogs?: (Kicks the blog I'm making for my AU Baron Draxum under the bed.) No.

Do you get asks?: I'm sure I will in time? Damn it's been like a week.

Why did you choose your url?: 'Tis my boy's name, of course!

Following: 21

Followers: 9

Favorite colors: Periwinkle, Pastel Blue, Hot Pink, Mint Green, Tangerine, Peach, so many colors

Average hours of sleep: 5-8 depends on the day

Lucky number: 2 & 13

Instruments: Cello, ukulele, electric bass

What am I wearing?: White sweatpants, red tee shirt, a soft light blue sweater, thick warm blue socks

How many blankets do I sleep with?: Typically 2, +/- 1 depending on season

Dream job: Art teacher

Favorite food: Pizza? Chocolate? Chicken salad? IDK

Nationality: American

Favorite song now: I take this to mean "song you have on repeat", which in that case, "Medicine Man" by Bobby McFerrin

#( munday. )#( out of kaws. )

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amothmanslife · 1 year

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Just gotta vent about recent stuff.

Yeah I just don't think I'll ever go to a furcon, a lot of stuff with FWA really solidified it for me when I was hesitant. Friend collapsed and wound up in the hospital, and had 2 friends wind up roofied. Like I've fursuited at anime and comic cons, and have gone to small meetups in old suits. I've been making suits for years as well but the reason why I stopped was getting sick with Porphyria. Sold my old suits after changing them to look different than my OC's and moved out here where I am to settle down and figure out why my health was declining rapidly and my doctors thought I was dying of some unknown disease they couldn't figure out and gave me a limit of time left to live, so I was selling and getting rid of everything I owned and went to somewhere peaceful to live out my last days while seeking medical treatment.

Like it's kinda frustrating when I go; hey I don't feel safe as a small 5ft nothing feminine guy, going to a con when I am nonverbal and there is a huge consent issue in the fur community and have had friends of mine get assaulted and hurt personally or even roofied. " Which for me with my rare disease if I were to wind up roofied- I have severe allergies due to my disease and heavy reactions to most medications and that could wind up killing me. And I get shit like; "Oh you should suit then and go to a con before assuming. You should go to a con. You shouldn't be making suits unless you've gone to a con" Firstly, I am a sexual assault victim with agoraphobia, COVID is still a very bad issue that has been swept under the rug that many people are suffering from. I've literally been a suiter and a maker for years, I stopped because my health declined until my diagnosis and I am better health-wise where I am taking on fursuit commissions again. :/ I don't feel comfortable finishing up my current suit of my sona Macabre who's been sitting in his box as I work on suits for current commissioners. It's really annoying when folks assume shit and think you just don't know what the fuck suiting is and never touched it when you voice about there's a sexual assault issue in the community and it's just not safe and there's a huge issue with folks not being ok. I've fixed so many suits for friends who were too disabled to suit anymore and have been polishing up safer, more lightweight, and easier to wear suits that are disabled friendly, and really want to do this as a full-time piece in the future so suiting can be something everyone can enjoy. I've even made suits over the years and before my health declined before I knew I had porphyria I did go to meetups, hikes and frequented comic cons and anime cons. I get it, comic and anime cons aren't the same as a furcon but folks were pretty rad or I delt with some actual batches of horrors like due to my short stature I was picked and carried off and lost all my friends for over 2 hours at an anime con. It was an extremely terrifying experience for me. Like I super wish folks really thought before commenting on shit, it's always assuming and very grating like it should be common sense when someone is venting a concern and going; ah they are venting I'll not comment. Instead I always get people who make it their life's mission to just bark up this wrong tree. When legit I don't have the spoons or energy.

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valicindi · 1 year

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BREATHE.+ DIVINE. FEMININE.

words trigger.

& i’m always quiet about it, but i’m done with quiet.

i’m scrolling online & i get a message that correlates with nothing.

“SHALLOW” i think.

then the flashbacks hit me

unless you have had a stalker. unless you know what it’s like to be followed in the grocery store down aisles and aisles and then waited on an hour in the parking lot which you now thoughts was safe, & then blocked from reversing don’t tell me anything.

unless you’re on a family trip and a soccer league approached you to take selfies with them and all 24 ask for individual and group selfies don’t tell me.

unless you know what it’s like to be at ikea with a food tray in your hand and have grown men come up to you telling you they been taking photos of you across the room in your tee and shorts and have them all saved on their phones without ANY consent don’t tell me anything.

unless a homeless living in the streets approaches you on a night out to mention your body and weight don’t tell me anything.

unless you are at five guys picking up your to go order and someone repeatedly throws soda all over you to talk to you & when you don’t give them what they want they continue to spill soda after you’ve moved & then tell you they’re gonna stab you to death for rejecting don’t talk to me about my photos.

until a grown 65 year old man gets angry and wants to beat you with a bat for rejecting his advances don’t talk to me about it.

until your followed in Vegas at 17 for miles and a guys putting his camera under your dress and followed no matter how much you scream and cry & confront until you’re ready to smash his phone to pieces don’t talk to me.

unless you worked in communications as the face of a company with glass windows and online stalkers matched the company desk color, searched your name on the internal browser and showed up to you job, don’t ask.

until you’re shopping at Safeway and a man holding his daughter starts talking sexually to you about your leg length and what he would do to you in front of the whole store, don’t make comments.

until a car drives by then reverses in traffic when you’re in sf crossing the street and yells “they don’t make them like you anymore” while everyone in the public turns and stares don’t tell me.

until a man tells you to change out your birthday dress and not to wear red on your birthday underage because he’s so horny seeing you in a classy dress don’t say anything.

moral of the story is you don’t know what people live through everyday and their traumas. because this isn’t just social media this is my everyday life. a life where i wear a baggy sweatshirt and tie my hair in a bun & wear a mask out just so i don’t get bothered if i’m alone. i life where i panic and get anxiety being out alone. a life where i hold my keys subconsciously ready to stab someone at any minute because it’s a safety blanket ive subconsciously adapted. “ & my friends say , why are you holding your keys?“ habits that become second nature.

life where if you speak up about situations like this you’re gaslighted into thinking your shallow “who are you to be asking for therapy over this”

it’s real, & it’s painful. fuckin painful. “ I’m in danger” crosses my mind everytime something happens.

life where grown woman give me uncomfortable looks in line seizing me , turning around, doing the most to find any flaw so they can feel better about themselves . while i stand towering over them at 5’8 they aggressively turn their eyes over seizing me, while they at 5ft overweight and piercing eyes keep overlooking to the point where I make them just as uncomfortable as they make me and I say “I don’t know why you keep staring” or “ can i help you” are my lines these days, because by now you made me so uncomfortable and my unresolved trauma is triggering that i have to speak up, i am a reflection of them now; the uncomfort they give me i give them. they look away now. but it’s enough because my own mother, partner at the time, or sisters make comments “ what’s wrong with her why are they staring at you like that” they say.

evil eye is real they say.

my eyes show , this is raw pain that people don’t speak about. this is looking in the mirror “i’m losing myself.” this is hiding myself past 22. this is dressing only modest now. this is downsizing . this is wearing neutrals to blend in at a party. this is having a large hoody on standby. this is self sabotage to make me feel safe .

because if i hide something about me online, i’m protecting myself from all that. nobody can hurt me. i feel safe. if you can’t see my everyday face online , you don’t know how i look. i’m not a target or accessible to you.

& this is just 1% of everything i didn’t share.

i know so many woman deal with this. maybe attractive men too. maybe some girls want that, maybe that’s why they get bbls , why they post half naked photos online, why they sleep with every and anybody , why they make onlyfans, why they do what they do when they’re loud. because they want male validation, but not me. it’s a living nightmare . i can’t breathe.

what is dating life like?

you’re groped by someone you promised to not sexualize you ten seconds into the date.

you block coworkers as soon as they make comments about you smelling so good and they get sexual.

“ send me photos of your face” ig strangers say.

SHALLOW.

breathe , i tell myself as i walk to a store alone. “ breathe it’s in your head” as i see the eyes follow me once again, but it’s not my imagination people stare and they stare hard, specifically men.

& i’m at Whole Foods and this man’s following me aisle to aisle “ it’s in your head, don’t think too much “ but the reality is i walked down flowers, coffee aisle, pastry aisle, vitamin aisle, water aisle, checkout aisle now he’s followed me to exactly every location in the store, i pay; he pays. this man isn’t in his 20s or 30s, this man’s 45-60. 90% of my incidents are just that. the worst part? He thinks I don’t notice , i notice. I make it like i don’t to not give them validation.

because i’m dressed up in tighter fitting clothes without my security blanket of baggy clothes this time. “breathe” .

because i am more than a outside shell. i am human, i have soul. i have personality. i have a brain & thoughts. i am not a piece of meat. i am not just a doll face. when getting to know someone the second they see me they’re sold. what if i was psycho or a serial killer or a horrible person? did you even care to ask about my favorite color.

“ woman expire after late 20s into 30” society tells woman. because we’re no longer naive, we’re not vulnerable. you can no longer control the fact that our sex drives are insane at 30, we’re confident, we date men who meet our standards, & cut off those who don’t. we learn to cover up, and not seek the worst attention from low quality men that way. we speak up. we aren’t in the trenches in our early 20s where you cheat on us and we stay, or we are so naive in love. or we settle because we fear .

it’s not pretty privilege it’s a land of hell . hell where i have minimized myself to fit in. hell where i have traumas that seep through i feared first dates or how men treat me. fear. because lust gets you anything.

fear. because i am my own voice.

fear because i fight back.

fear because i won’t mimimize myself any futher

fear because i won’t let harassment win

fear because i speak up.

fear because i won’t downsize myself to make others feel better about themselves.

fear because the vulnerability it leaves me to heal.

my body is a curse, my face gets me anything i want and both put me in dangerous situations or situations where everything is free.

courage. courage because i hope they drown in their insecurity , courage because i hope they lose their minds when i speak up. courage because i am woman, never should i speak of this but i spoke of this.

soothe. because i am me. i love me and who i am inside. the outside is just the outside. i love me. i am depth not a shell. i have personality, warmth, i speak up, i am brave, i am passionate i am intellectual. my looks do not define me, i am so much more than my exterior.

i am not the glares, or the gazes. i am grateful for the humble kind incidents. i am thankful for the sweetest. but the bitter moments weigh heavy, they cut deep of trauma.

brave. because i have embraced it and chosen a voice for vicitims of harassment. brave because i will once again be comfortable in my skin even if that means making others uncomfortable. brave because i am choosing trauma vulnerability and honesty. brave because if there’s a girl out there typing into google “how to mentally cope with harassment from creepy men who threaten your life or put you in danger” or “how to recover from harassment trauma” or “how to recover from strange men taking photos or videos of you in públic” there’s answers. things i can’t talk to a therapist about. vulnerability between me, myself, and i. the safe place i built as my voice. the voice says that it’ll get better, to just be selfish, have a voice speak up & confront the people who think abuse like this is ok to do towards woman or other men.

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jovialkingdomlover · 1 year

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2-dsimp · 2 years

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Also, about the last ask, yan!siren! or yan!harpy! venti would be fine also!

Alrighty since you so graciously gave me the choice let’s go with…

Yandere! Harpy! Venti

Headcannons 🌬

🪶This boi is a menace to society

🪶he will use the wind bursts that come from the flapping of his blue feathery wings as a chance to see under your skirt/shirt/dress if you happen to be wearing one and blame it on the weather 🤠

🪶He was a regular customer of the cafe you happened to work at habitually ordering the wine/booze of the month and to his satisfaction the server happened to be you 99% of the time

🪶Coincidence? I think not! Because he made sure to memorize the day and times of which you’d work at the cafe so he can always coo and give you the googoo eyes at you from across the room

🪶He makes his intentions to court you well known throughout the establishment as he brings out his lure and strums along to the melody of his heart which beats for only you

🪶Frequently leaves little trinkets as tips such as his prized beautiful feathers, shiny souvenirs, and cute notes

🪶Once you’ve accepted him as your mate he’ll bring you to his humble abode and make cozy nests for yall to cuddle in that would sooner or later turn into some recreational activities

🪶Head nuzzles galore this man has no concept of personal space as soon as he’s within you proximity he’ll shove his head wherever is warmest against your body which is mostly inbetween your thick thighs

🪶When spring comes around best believe this birdbrain will do the absolute most to make sure your all taken care of and prepared for the busy week ahead of yall

🪶*Birdbrain go brrrrrr*

🪶Brings his whole pantry to the nest since he’s gotta make sure your well feed and full of energy, you craving some sweets? Bam! Here a whole arm full of chocolates, candy, and sweet pastries

🪶Frequently scent marks you with his feather glands to ward off any unwanted guests trying to make a move on you, because although he may not look like it as a harpy he’s very territorial of his mate

🪶Can and will use his sharp talons to drop the unfortunate soul who dared to be within 5ft of you during his rut, from the highest point in the sky and watch them splatter like a cracked egg

🪶Preforms the customary dance rituals by strutting across the room with fluffed feathers on proud display showing off the vibrant hues of blue and turquoise (kinda like a blue Jay)

🪶Often steals your clothes to add to his cluster of a nest since your scent soothes his aching need to be with you at all times

🪶 Will take you for a joyride so you guys can drift along the winds in the all blue sky he will most definitely fly you high enough for you to touch the soft misty clouds

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teddyduchampsglasses · 3 years

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Hey! I'm the anon who asked for the master list!

Ma'am, with all respect, you're fucking lovely. The writing is ✨chef's kiss✨ and the hcs are absolutely adorable??????????

Well, as you must've imagined, here's my request!

I would like a HC of fem! Or gn! Reader x Charlie and Meeks (separately, I'll wait patiently for your hcs of polygamous relationships 🤧) with a scary dog privilege girlfriend. Who's 5ft. And very hot headed.

Thank you very much.

Also, take your time to write!

I have no idea what to write here but quick PSA, I know I usually keep these gender neutral but I’ve decided for this ask to be fem so I hope that doesn’t offend anyone. And if it does, I’m sorry and feel free to send in an ask asking for a gender neutral version of this if you’d like, because I’d be glad to write one, or you could change the pronouns to your preferred ones as you’re reading. What ever works best for you :)

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Your fierceness is what brought you two together in the first place. Charlie saw how you put others in their place and how you took charge. He was attracted to those qualities. He liked the idea of being with a girl who challenged him, who wasn’t the type of girl he would usually swoon over.

You actually rejected him two times before you even considered the idea of being his girlfriend. Charlie annoyed you. At first that is. He was consistent and so sure that he’d persuade you into being his girlfriend, which only made the idea of him even more repulsive. “Will you be my girlfriend now?” “No.” “You’re just playing hard to get, you will come to your senses one day.” And you eventually did “come to your senses” as Charlie would say, and accepted his offer, under one “condition”, and that “condition” was “If you annoy me onetime, I’m going home.” And he happily agreed to that offer.

You quickly took a liking to him, he was funny, quick witted and he could be actually quite the gentleman. He was a charmer, that’s for sure. Over the sequence of your first date, he didn’t annoy you once. He kept up his end of the deal. But the next date the two of you went on, the first thing he said after greeting you was “Now I get to annoy you all I want.”

Over time, he learned when and when not not to mess with you. Verbal jokes and pranks played on others is fine, but, ever sense he poured water on your head for “comedic affect”, he learned that something like that wasn’t exactly funny in your eyes. He learned when and when not to push your buttons, when to make certian jokes and when not to. He knew how you operated perfectly by the end of your first month together.

Todd was a bit frightened by you at first. He had seen you in action and he knew he never wanted to be on the receiving end. But he learned to enjoy your presence once he figured out that you were only mean to bozos like Charlie Dalton. He actually found out that you were very sweet when you weren’t pissed off.

Charlie soon figured out that you were a completely different person when the two of you were alone. And when he wasn’t being “annoying”. You two would cuddle, play with each other’s hair and even make out from time to time. But if he made one slightly offensive poke, you completely switched.

You knew how to put that boy in his place. “Charlie, quit it.” “Yes ma’am.” If he was obviously annoying you, or anyone else for that matter, you weren’t afraid to speak up and confront him about it.

Considering your very different heights, most people would think that Charlie was the one protecting you. But it was honestly the other way around. “You’re like a little, mean, chihuahua.” “I’m gonna kill you.” “My point exactly.” Theres been guys on the streets, obviously checking you out, and Charlie was about to make them regret their life desicions, when you took matters into your own hands. Charlie was honestly impressed the first time he witnessed you tell a guy off and stand up for yourself.

And the same could go the other way around too. There has been girls checking out Charlie while the two of you were out, and you did not hesitate to say “Get your own damn boyfriend.”

There has been many fights between the two of you. Nothing too serious, no physical violence or anything, but they usually revolve around the idea that Charlie is annoying, and his defense is always “Well, cant you take a joke.” Yeah, not a good choice of words. After that statement is made, everything goes to hell.

But you guys always soon and sweetly make up. Charlie always feels horrible for getting mad and yelling at you, so after you’ve both calmed down, he becomes so mooshy and soft. He will constantly compliment and kiss you, cuddling close to you until you eventually forgive him. He also makes deals like “I’ll lick my own foot for you to forgive me.” Which always makes you laugh.

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The Meeks part is up next, so Meeks simps, stay tuned.

Oh also thank you :)

#Charlie Dalton simps unite #the 80s #dead poets society #dps #80s movies #1989 #1959 #charlie dalton x reader headcanons #Charlie Dalton #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton headcanons #gale hansen

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writertothemaximum · 3 years

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i know you already have a lot of chiaki content, but would it be ok if i request for some general nsfw hcs for him? like the ones you wrote for nazuna :<

bro, my dude, homie, ma’am, sir, fellow human being living on this planet.

i will always write more chiaki

thank u very much for the request

Chiaki — What are his preferences?

cw: (nsfw/18+ under the cut)

-This boy is what we call a “natural sub”.

-As in, he had no idea what terms like ‘sub’, ‘dom’, ‘top’, or ‘bottom’ even meant, his tastes were this way from the very, very start. Before and after, he was always a massive sub.

-What do you mean cowgirl isn’t the most popular sex position? What do you mean guys don’t want to get sat on for hours? What? Guys move during sex? Isn’t it better when you just lie there while she messes you up?

-It came as a bit of a surprise to the now fully adult Chiaki when he realized his fellow men did not, in fact, share his feelings on the matter. It made him feel weird, like there was something inherently wrong with him and it was something he’d have to fix.

-But that’s when he met you. If you have even the slightest hint of being dominant in bed, Chiaki will absolutely adore you.

-He just loves being so vulnerable, at your disposal, it’s a fantastic feeling for him. He doesn’t have to worry about being a hero for you because you’re also a hero for him. Just the feeling of being defeated by you is so overwhelming.

-This is just the most non-threatening, ragdoll puppy boy you have ever met in your entire life and he will absolutely adorn you in the cutesiest love he can possibly offer.

-One moment he will be all lovey-dovey, trying to bear hug you in public, then the next he will be tugging on your sleeve, quietly begging you to fuck him up the ass.

-Even when Chiaki is the ‘topping’ partner, it never really feels that way to him. He loves the feeling of his dick getting trapped inside of you. He’s not putting it inside, it’s getting enveloped. Don’t expect him to move at all if you’re doing vaginal sex, he just gets so overwhelmed, he kinda forgets. So pick a position where it is easy for you to move!

-So by all means, this boy absolutely adores bottoming. You want to peg him from behind? Absolutely. You want to grab his hands and wrestle him against the bed until he gets so far into subspace he can’t do anything but blabber? Absolutely, yes.

-Chiaki is the type to go into subspace in like 5 seconds. If you say anything remotely sexual, he’ll start getting embarrassed, leading to an unfortunate tent in his pants, leading you to comment, leading to him to immediately start blabbering nonsense words.

-It usually ends up like that.

-If you ask him to dom, it makes him a bit uncomfortable, and he’ll try, but it’ll be really awkward. He can’t hurt you, even if you want him to! He’s a hero, after all. And you’re stronger than him, anyways, it doesn’t feel right. (Even if you are 5ft, or 90lbs, or the weakest person in the world, Chiaki will still believe you are stronger and taller. It's not a rational thought process)

-Chiaki is the most doting, adorable, well-meaning, and patient boyfriend you could ever have, please take care of him!

#enstars #enstars headcanon #enstars x reader #chiaki morisawa x reader #chiaki morisawa #w2tmhcs

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footballfanfictions · 3 years

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The thrill of the chase - Chapter One

Pairings: Mason Mount/OC, Ben Chilwell/OC

Warnings: None for now but you know me, I like a little smut here and there...

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"If I have to edit and upload one more post about golden boy, I'm going to scream" I groaned, rubbing my temples. It's not even 10am on Monday morning and I already want to quit my job.

Brianna is sat on a chair, flipping through a magazine opposite my desk, and although her job doesn't require her to be in an office, she spends most of her time here.

"At least your job involves more than just washing and folding sweaty socks with your dad." She mused.

I rolled my eyes at her. She didn't quite get how annoying it is to be a graphic designer and social media manager that is only given the same images to work with over and over. My eyes flick back to my computer screen and the grinning Male on it. He isn't completely unattractive but him being a footballer and what all the praise he has been getting lately must be doing to his ego was enough to put me off. I would go as far as to say I disliked the guy.

"So if you don't like Mason, who do you watch from this window?" Bri was suddenly up on her feet and standing at my office window. It was floor to ceiling and had a good view of the training complex and sliding door access. The office had used to belong to Jose Mourinho both times he had been the manager here, shunning the actual managers office for one where he could see the pitches clearer. The first team trained about 5ft from where she was standing and if one of them were to look up from their drills they would see her staring out at them.

I pulled her away from the window by her arm.

"I don't sit here looking out of the window all the time, I have a job to do"

Occasionally, if I was on a particularly boring phone call I would let my eyes wander over to the window just to see what they were up to, but never watched any one player in particular. I didn't even know who some of the new faces were.

"Personally I think all the ones around our age are really hot -" Bri then started listing the names off and it sounded like she named the entire 23 man squad by the time she was finished.

We were then interrupted by a knock on my office door and Bri's father Dave stuck his head round it and said "sorry to interrupt girls but Bri and I have some kits to organise." He looked more amused than angry, being pretty used to his daughter avoiding her duties by now. "You wouldn't mind bringing us two of those fancy coffees of yours would you Katie?" He asked.

One of the other perks of having Jose's old office was the coffee machine. He had it installed and compared to the muck that came out of the cafeteria's coffee machines, it produced gold.

"Will do." I replied as Bri scurried over to her father and out of the door.

I decided coffee delivery was a good way to get out of having to stare at all the social media channels for a few minutes.

Once the coffees were made I tipped them from the plastic cups into two mugs from the cupboard beneath the machine, it felt nicer to take them to my friend and her dad that way.

It was tricky negotiating opening my office door with each hand occupied by a steaming hot mug, but I managed to nudge it open with a combination of my elbow and the heel of my shoe. I was just praising myself internally for getting the door open when something knocked into the side of me, tipping the contents of the mug into my right hand over whatever it had been.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry."

I looked up from the hallway carpet which I was worried was stained with coffee, into the smiling face of someone wearing a training kit.

"No that was me, shit sorry. Have I just poured boiling hot coffee all over the star striker or something? Marina will kill me." I put both of the mugs down on the floor and ran back into my office, coming back out a few seconds later with a wad of tissues. I tried to dab the stain on his top with the tissues but they were pretty useless and he knew it too because he put his hand over mine to stop me.

"Don't worry about it love, I'm not star striker, I'm just the left back."

He didn’t seem mad about having coffee thrown all over him. Being a footballer I was half expecting him to throw a fit and go all ‘do you know who I am?’. But he didn’t. Instead, he gave me the nicest smile.

“Please let me get you another training shirt at least? I was just heading to the kit room with the coffees.” I balled up the wad of tissues and put them in the bin in the hallway just to the side of us and picked the mug that I hadn’t dropped back up. Brianna would have to go without and it served her right really for avoiding her job for most of the morning.

“Alright then.” He agreed. “Lead the way, I haven’t been here long, so not sure where to go if I’m honest.”

“Oh right yeah, of course.” I pretended like I knew who he was and that he had only just signed, unsure of whether he could actually tell that I had no idea. He probably did know that as I asked if he was the star striker, when in fact he’s a left back.

He followed me silently down the corridor to the kit room. I knocked once before entering.

“Is that you Katie?” Dave called from inside.

“No, it’s Starbucks” I laughed.

He opened the door, a pair of socks slung over his shoulder.

“Cheers love, come in.” He said.

I looked back at the footballer behind me and gestured for him to follow.

“I had a bit of an accident on the way here Dave and ended up pouring Brianna’s all over…” I was about to ask his name when Dave cut me off.

“Ben Chilwell! I was so chuffed that you’d signed. It’s about time we got an English core to this team back. God Katie did do a number on your shirt didn’t she?” he laughed, clapping Ben on the back, before he went over to a stack of the blue and white training tops.

Ben. Yeah he looked like a Ben. Undeniably he was quite handsome. I saw Brianna out of the corner of my eye, she was sat gawping at him with her mouth half open.

I tried to gesture to Brianna that she needed to put her tongue back in her mouth. She seemed to get the hit and straightened the way she was sat, playing it cool. I tried not to laugh.

Dave passed Ben a fresh shirt, and I got a whiff of the freshly laundered scent as it passed in front of me.

“Thank you so much.” Ben said, accepting the new shirt gratefully. “I’ll try my best to watch where I’m going in the future.”

He gave us all a smile and apologetically said that he needed to get back to training before he left the kit room.

“Blimey!” Brianna sighed once he was gone.

“What?” I asked.

“Sorry that you have to hear this dad, but bloody hell he was fit. I’m disappointed that he didn’t want to change here.” we both started laughing and Dave shook his head, muttering a ‘you two’ under his breath before going back to matching the socks up.

“I’m going to go too, do you want to get lunch later Bri?” I asked, hoping that she would want to walk to the shops with me. I needed a few things and I wouldn’t have much time after work to go.

“Only if we’re getting it here because I want to be in the canteen when they all come in from training.” she was gazing toward the tiny window in the kit room dreamily as she spoke.

I rolled my eyes but agreed.

I spent the walk back to my office wondering if Ben Chilwell actually was as fit as Brianna was making him out to be.

Sitting back down at my desk, I logged back into my computer. I had new emails sat in the inbox. One of them happened to be pictures of the new players for me to edit. I had an edit of every player in the team that I had ready for match days. On a match day I would be in charge of adding time stamps for any goals and then uploading the goal scorer’s picture. Recently, more often than not I had been having to upload the same few pictures of Mason Mount and it was getting a bit boring. The fans loved it though, he was our most retweeted player and often I would read the social media comments, all singing his praises. Especially the young women.

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By the time it got to lunchtime I was sick of photoshop. My program wasn’t running very smoothly, probably in need of an update and I had grown more and more frustrated as the morning went on, having to restart it twice.

Brianna came to my office just before 1 and waited for me to finish off my last edit and lock my computer.

“Good morning?” she asked. “Because no offence you look mega stressed and we don’t need that kind of vibe if we are going to be around fit footballers for the next hour.”

I wanted to eye roll for the millionth time but I cut her some slack. She had recently had a really bad break up and her ex had been a proper bellend. Unfortunately for Bri, she didn’t have the greatest amount of luck when it came to guys. Her ex had broken up with her for another girl and had then continued to hook up with Bri, who had stupidly let him until I had convinced her what a bad idea that was. She was clearly feeling really lonely.

“Someone will come along you know, it doesn’t have to be a footballer.” I said, putting my hand on her arm and squeezing reassuringly.

“But Liam supports Chelsea, so how mad would he be if I got off with one of his favourite players? He’d be begging me to take him back then.” she smirked.

“That’s not what you want though right? To get back with him I mean.” I opened the door and we started to walk down the hallway towards the canteen while we chatted.

“No, I just want him to feel the sting of rejection and know how it feels for once.” she shrugged.

When we reached the door to the canteen there was a young lad with mousey brown hair kind of hanging around. His face lit up at the sight of us and I was slightly taken aback by it.

“After you.” He said, opening the door for us. He had a really strong Scottish accent that I hadn’t heard before. I guessed he must be part of the youth team. He’d probably end up out on loan after loan and we’d never see him again.

“That was strange.” I mumbled to Bri.

She shrugged, walking over to the back of the queue to get food. I followed her and grabbed a tray for myself.

I reached into the chilled drinks cabinet and picked out an iced coffee placing it on my tray.

“Glad to see that isn’t a hot coffee!”

Turning my head to the side, I saw that it was Ben again, standing behind me in the queue and then just behind him, my favourite person of all, Mason Mount.

“Yeah I’m on a final warning about spilling hot drinks over footballers so I’m only allowed cold coffees from now on”. I joked.

“I’m sure Benj will keep you warm in the winter.” Mason piped up.

I tried not to curse under my breath that he was butting into our conversation.

“Mate.” Ben said to Mason, shaking his head.

“What? she is fitter than you said.” Mason bantered back, looking at me rather than Ben.

“Thanks but I don’t need validation from you.” I bantered back, before moving along to the next chiller and picking out a caesar salad and an apple.

I heard the word “feisty” from behind me, but couldn’t tell which one of them had said it as I caught Brianna up in the queue.

She gave me a puzzled look and I shrugged, simply mouthing the word ‘boys’.

As employees we didn’t have to pay for any of our food which was a nice perk of the job and saved me a lot of money in eating out and packed lunches.

We took our food over to one of the tables that we usually sat at whenever we used the canteen and we were joined as usual by some of the other members of support staff.

Brianna was filling them in on my mishap with the coffee that morning while I scrolled through twitter on my phone. I liked to check how our social media platforms looked from the perspective fo the intended audience.

“You’re such a workaholic” Bri scolded me.

I looked up and apologised, tucking my phone away into my pocket.

“You two are polar opposites” Jane, one of the physios said. “I do agree with Brianna to an extent about some of the new faces. If I were a few years younger…”

Jane was a bit like our work mother. She was in her mid 50s and happily married with two teenage boys of her own to contend with. Because she had never had any daughters, she took particular care of me and Bri and loved to join in with our girl talk.

“I don’t think it would be worth the hassle personally” I shrugged.

Jane grinned. “You’re so sensible Katie, and probably right. Young men with too much fame and money probably don’t make the best partners. I tried to say that about my Martin too, back in the day. He was in the army and you know what they say about them!”

We both looked at her waiting for her to give us the answer.

“You know, a girl in every base town.” she laughed. “I tamed him though. Maybe don’t write them off completely.”

I wasn’t sure that I wanted to attempt to find a partner at all. I had been single since things that fallen apart with my ex when we both left uni. At uni we had a lot more time for each other, despite the different schedules and studying. When I had started working for Chelsea I put everything that I had into my job, desperately wanting to make a good impression. Hundreds of people had applied for the position and I wanted to make them feel like they had made the right choice in hiring me. So long days in the office turned into long days and evenings in the office, especially when Chelsea had late kick offs. I just found it easier to be in my office with the radio commentary on, sending out the tweets as the goals went in.

“Katie, are you listening? You zoned out a bit again.” Jane said, waving her hand in front of my face.

“Sorry just thinking about my to do list” I mumbled, trying not to admit to them that I had been thinking about Rory again. Sometimes it isn’t the person that you miss, just the feeling of having someone.

“I was just making you aware that are three young men constantly looking over here.” she said, trying to keep her voice low.

I was curious so I looked, there were a few of them sat at the furthest table, but none of them were looking in our direction.

“Who?” I asked.

“Oh I don’t know the names, I just deal with the injuries.” she shrugged.

“Well that’s helpful then” Bri said, pouting. “I wanted to know which ones fancied me so that I could target my flirting.”

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Ben

“Go and talk to her.” Mason encouraged me.

I shook my head, trying to focus on eating my food, although I hadn’t really been able to. I had just been using my fork to move it around my plate aimlessly.

“No.” I mumbled. “I barely even know the girl. She spilt her coffee on me then got me another training shirt.”

“Oh yeah.” Mason smirked. “Did she help you put it on too?”

“She got you a new training shirt?” It was Billy that spoke now. He looked really nervous and was pretty much doing the same as me, forking his food around rather than actually eating it.

“Yeah from that room with all the kits in” I responded.

“Oh.” he said quietly, looking down.

I caught on then. Billy had been ahead of us coming off the training pitch and I had seen him wait and then open the door for the girls with a big grin on his face. I had thought he was just being polite, but I now realised it was more than that. He had waited on purpose and obviously liked one of them.

“It was the brunette one. The little blonde was in the room too but it wasn’t here that me and Mase were talking about” as I explained I watched Billy brighten back up again. It was the other one that he fancied, not Katie, and for some reason I was relieved.

Mason caught on then too.

“Hang on, do you like that one or something? The kit man’s daughter?” Mason asked him.

He had raised his voice a bit in excitement so I gestured for him to speak quieter.

“Yeah only for the last few years, you know.” Billy responded, blushing a bit.

Mason would probably take the piss out of him for the rest of the afternoon and god forbid if Tammy or Jorginho found out, poor Billy would absolutely never hear the end of it.

“Have you ever tried to tell her?” I asked him.

“Only once, but I chickened out because I heard she had a fella” he shrugged.

“When was that?” I pressed.

“Couple of years ago, but then I kept being sent out on loan so couldnae’ really have asked her out any way” he sighed and put his fork down at the side of his plate.

I decided then that I was going to make it my mission to get Billy to ask that girl out. The worst she could say was no and he wouldn’t be any worse off than he was now. I could even use it to my advantage and casually speak to Katie about the two of them.

I looked over at her table again, she looked a little sad.

I had promised myself that I would focus on my career for a bit and not get involved with any girls for a bit, but here I was on day bloody one simping over a girl I’d only just met. I cursed myself for it.

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