#so when their hearing started to deteriorate they were all just like ...... huh that was convenient

[lovers-rck]

summary where you and ellie go to a halloween party and end up in a tiny bathroom with an angel and a sick bunny.

theme friends with benefits

hiiiii this is my comeback to writing. i swear. or not. i don't know. im just happy to be back at this !! anyways enjoy

i don't know why but while writing this i pictured the saltburn costume kind of party (just the aesthetic)

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it all started like a month ago, in the halloween party.

"is this okay?" she asks, her hands caressing slightly your breasts over the fabric

you chuckle, embarrassed "yes" you see how ellie's face is covered in a blue and violet light "you can take my band if you want"

"sure" she murmurs, her hands grabbing the "prom queen" band and throwing it off to the floor.

the cold tiles of the wall meet your back, the sudden change of temperature making you shiver. handmade costumes dance on the dance floor, fake blood and poor imitations are present in the night.

upstairs, in a tiny and so-well-decorated bathroom you can hear your own breath get heavier as you feel ellie's fingertips play with your covered breast. she leaves wet kisses in your neck, shy but hungry.

ellie can't decide which was the moment when she realized that something was about to happen. later in the week she would think, ¿was when she catch you looking at her lips? ¿or when you "accidentally" touched her ass while dancing to ABBA? and she would think and think so much that her brain will start deteriorating.

but what she knows now is that she is having the time of her life.

"you have such nice tits" ellie's mouth says before she could stop herself

you laugh, a fake spider web in the wall tickling your face "thanks"

ellie nods and lick your neck, her tongue tasting your salty and perfumed skin. you whimper as she continues assaulting your skin, sucking and kissing and sucking again.

your hand grab her head while you think of for how long you been ignorant of your friend's mouth and her abilities.

your eyes catch your reflection in the mirror, a very stylish spiderman suit and a bloody carrie making out in the tiniest bathroom of all times.

"i think i gave you a hickey" ellie says, a thread of saliva dangling as she moves away, her lips shiny "i can't really see with these lights"

"i'm glad you're so committed to your spider costume that you have to bite me" you joke and she rolls her eyes

"i'm spiderman, not a simple spider you idiot"

you roll your eyes at her. it pass a few seconds until you talk again "do you think it will be weird if i kiss you?"

"don't think so" she says, placing the hair behind her ear "no weirder than giving you a hickey"

"yeah but isn't kissing more intimate?"

"only if you make it more intimate" ellie says as she fix your plastic crown "a lot of friends kiss eachothers"

"yeah?"

she nods

"it's just a kiss" she replies "it doesn't have to mean anything"

you nod "right" you lick your own lips "we can be that type of friends"

"yeah, totally" ellie swallows "we can"

so you kiss her. and it's feels warm and wet.

ellie grabs you by the jaw quickly, taking the power. her grip is strong and the moment you moan in her mouth you want to punch yourself in the face.

"you were dying for me to kiss you huh?" she teases you, her breath hits your wet lips as she speaks

you could feel her confident starting to grow "in your dreams"

"i do other things to you in my dreams"

before you could react, ellie's lips are over yours again. your agitated breath echo in between hungry kisses, floating around the curious hands and hot skin.

but when ellie's hands are in the hem of your shirt, you hear a loud knock on the door.

"i"ll be out in a minute" you shout and push ellie away. she lean back against the sink, agitated.

"she's about to throw up!" a girl yells from the other side of the door "open up now!"

you grimace at ellie and she opens the door.

a plastic feathered angel and a playboy bunny quickly interrupt in the bathroom at the same time as the bunny vomits an almost neon green liquid over the toilet.

"let it all out" the angel says to the bunny "i told you you shouldn't accept tyler's drink from fight club"

ellie raises her eyebrows as she admires the scene, you notice how her lips are swollen and her hair is messy.

"are you going to stand there and watch?" the angel says as she holds the bunny's hair "it's not a fucking show"

"jesus" you say

"uh, sorry" ellie mumbles, awkward "goodbye"

the angel's words of encouragement to her bunny-friend become meaningless once you and ellie leave the bathroom. the loud music hits you one more time as you come back to the dance floor where sweaty bodies glow under the neon lights.

#ellie williams #ellie williams au #ellie williams x female reader #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams fanfic

[cup1dt3a]

I’m Not Happy, So Why Should They All Be?

Summary: It was exactly twenty years ago when the mysterious Ramchackle perfect had tragically died. And this day was a heartfelt reunion of all the NRC students that attended twenty years ago with the human. But their spirit still unknowingly lingers around the school. Envious, Hateful, and upset with the world and especially Dire Crowley the fool who had them stuck here and left for dead. How will they all react to the vengeful spirit of their beloved friend who isn’t the same as they used to be? Why not take a look and see?

My main inspiration for this was a song from that new-ish Scrooge movie called “ Tell me” …It’s good what can I say

Warning: Angst

You stared out the window. Still in the same spot you’ve been for years. Sitting and staring in hatred. Hatred for being trapped in this stupid school. Hatred for dying. Hatred for never being reunited with your family. Hatred for just seeing students walking so gleefully around campus. So happy with their friends as you rot here forgotten by the people you risked your life for. Why did things end this way? Well that stupid Crow named Crowley did this to you! Your mental state and body when you were alive was deteriorating so bad that it killed you. All the work you’ve done. And everything you did was for nothing. All of it was reminders of what you lost. You had everything taken away from you. Because of that stupid crow!

“ ____ it’s been years why not join us by the fire? Some stupid kids forgot to put it out.” The chubbier of the other ghosts chuckled beckoning you to get away from the window.

“ Yeah! It’s so boring to spend eternity with you! All you ever do is stare out that window!” The skinny one commented.

“ You all know they’ll never leave that window. It’s sad to see them become so hateful over the years. __ used to be such a happy person.” The smallest of the group said knowing that you’re not even going to bother joining them.

Processing his words you smiled. Clenching your teeth at his comment. Why should you be happy?

You started to chuckle at his words “ I used to be happy? Tell me then…Tell me why should I be happy again?”

“ Why should I be happy!? I had everything taken from me the moment I set foot here! I had my whole life stolen because of some incompetent man! Every year I have to go through seeing people walk so happy out of here while I’m stuck to rot with you three! Go on tell me! I’m DYING to hear your reasoning!” You screamed turning out of your seat for once in twenty years.

You were boiling with rage. How would they ever know what you’re going through! Don’t they know you have your reasons? You just want to get back at that asshole. For all the pain he caused you. For everything he took away. You want him to suffer just like you have for these years. To fully understand the pain you’ve gone through.

“ Shhhh! We’re not supposed to be here! It sucks that those old NRC students are hogging the mirror chamber!” A random student said shushing his friends.

“….Old NRC students you say?” You appeared in front of the students startling them.

“Ah ah ah~,” you sang “ No need to scream I just want some information about these old students. Won’t you help a poor old soul out?” You asked him putting on your best friendly smile in years.

They hesitantly explained that it was some students from twenty years ago. Crowley had gathered them all for some kind of reunion. It was also about “ some human that dyed here too”. Now that’s interesting. You’d figured they all forgotten about you. Why not pay your old friends a visit…Maybe your vengeance will go a lot easier? Hopefully so you’d hate to leave them all ghosted after all these years.

“ So it’s been a while huh?” The blue haired man of the group asked.

“ Yeah, ever since the incident we haven’t really spoken that much…how’s life going?” Ace sighed looking at the three other man.

“ Same as always guarding Waka-Sama!” Sebek exclaimed pridefully.

“ I’m surprised we got out of touch in all honesty heh…Jack is that a ring!?” Epel exclaimed.

“ Took you long enough, but yes I have two kids and a beautiful wife.” He chuckled as the small group went into chaos after all these years apart they had still never really changed.

As the group was fawning over Jack being married and Ace losing his bet to Deuce a certain red head had bumped into someone.

“ Cater? I haven’t seen you in years! I’m so sorry!” Riddle exclaimed apologizing for bumping into the other red head.

“ Riddle…wow you’ve grown. Literally you used to be such a short little queen. You remember that little crown you used to wear? And those boots!” He chuckled as the red head rolled his eyes.

“ GoldFishie~! It’s been sooooo long! And here I thought you wouldn’t show up Mister “ I work in court now Floyd I can’t just stop by and get you free of all your charges!” A certain eel huffed.

“ Floyd on the surface what you did to that man is considered a felony! You know things are different up here.” A certain octopus sighed pushing his glasses up.

“ In my defense he told me he was into it!” He retorted.

“ Silver!” A white tall man with a short beard gasped going to hug the eel.

“ Hello Kalim. It’s been a while huh?” Silver asked reciprocating the hug from the now very tall and muscular white haired emperor.

They all chatted so gleefully with their old friends. So unaware of the familiar eyes that followed them all.

“ Malleus…so the fucks been up with you?” Leona asked as he took a sip of his beer.

“ …The “fuck” that has been up with me has been very well Kingscholar I hope the same for you.” The draconian king replied glancing at the lion.

“ I’ve actually been great. I have three kids and a wife surprisingly.” He proudly bragged.

“ Leona Kingscholar…I should have known the reek of alcohol was coming from you…please don’t tell me you’re drunk.” The actress sighed.

“ I wish, but my lovely wife said I could only have one beer.” He smirked holding up his ring finger to the model.

The three chatted away a few insults and eye rolls following through their conversation. Looks like they all still haven’t changed that much except for appearances.

“ Idia…I really wish you were still introverted from how much of a workaholic you are now.” The younger aground sighed seeing his brother still working on files.

“ Well they aren’t going to get themself done! Why does there always have to be so much work!? How the hell did our dad even get this shit done!?” The oldest shroud complained as they finally came to the reunion.

“Aye! Jamil how’s it been?” The hyena asked the taller man.

“ Busy. I’ve just been traveling around everywhere you know what about you?” Jamil questioned with a tilt to his head.

“ I’m finally financially stable! I can afford to get donuts whenever I want pretty much!” He said.

“ I’m so happy to hear Ruggie.” Jamil smiled.

Well isn’t everyone just living the dream. So happy and free. Just living as if they were all kings.

“ Rose Chevailer! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The hunter dramatically exclaimed starting Trey and Jade.

“ I know it’s been quite a while.” Trey said.

“ Indeed, I wished it would have stayed that way though Rook.” Jade said through his fake smile.

“ Oh, please don’t tell me you’re still mad about what happened.” He sighed.

“ Rook ,Jade couldn’t walk for a week because you saw a bird on a hicking trip and let go of the rope holding him up!” Trey said rubbing his temples.

“ I just wanted to point at it Rose Chevalier.” He pleaded as the Leech twin rolled his eyes.

Eventually all the talking throughout the Mirror Chamber came to a stop as the Headmadge spoke up silencing the large crowd. Every single member of the students from twenty years ago were here. Sure a few were missing, but still the crowed looked as big as it did the day you had awoken inside one of the coffins. Each and everyone you knew was there. It was all perfect everything except for the bastard that damned you that was still breathing was ruining seeing them all. He decided to even conduct a speech. But suddenly it had turned to you.

“ As we all know twenty years ago we had all lost an astounding member of Night Raven College. They were seen as a friend to all.” He spoke as you rolled your eyes.

“ But today isn’t about them.” He stated as you stared him down inside of the large Mirror” Today is about the success of each and every single one of you. After such a devastating travesty…” he continued as you heard enough.

Everyday you say your grave and never have you once seen him at it. Even the top part of your headstone broken off and he payed no mind to it. What the hell is he trying to do?

After he finished his dreadful speech everyone clapped. As it echoed throughout the room you couldn’t stand it. What did he mean by it isn’t about you!? You don’t want to be forgotten you can’t be! All of this is his fault he should be haunted by the guild and scared for life by what he had done to you. He should…He should have his life ruined right now. He should be scared just by seeing you. He should be crying and pleading for mercy right now. But not yet no…you wanna wait to have a little fun first.

“Well it was nice seeing you all.” Jack said as the others agreed.

As everyone started to bid their goodbyes you decided to select a few fae, madges, merman, and beastman to steal an important item from.

“ Shit!” Were’s my ring?” Leona groaned as he looked under another table.

“ I can’t find my phone!” Idia said as his brother sighed.

“ Floyd did you steal the key to my safe again? You know that isn’t a funny prank at all!” Azul questioned the Eel.

“ Hey were’s!?” And “ Did you see!” Rang as if it were a chorus throughout the now echoing room.

“ How the do you loose your wedding ring?” Vil asked.

“ Oh wait I think I just reminded where I put it! Up your fat-.” “ Now now, let’s not fight Kingscholar try to retrace your steps.” Malleus interrupted.

You smiled seeing that they were all here. It was like a gift just for you. A very special new toy you finally got after begging your parents for. A special gift that will finally perhaps put your soul to rest after all these tormenting years.

Soon enough the candles started flickering throughout the room catching the attention of the crowd. As the lights slowly started to fade away a new light shown through the mirror. A burning bright blue light that emerged a figure through the mirror. While a haunting voice laughed at the fear shown upon their “friends faces”. As the laughter stopped a groggy very horse voice called out to them as they all distanced themselves away from the mirror ready to fight whatever was coming out of it. As the bloody ink poured out your mouth while you coughed it up looking at the mortified faces of your friends staring them all straight in the eyes with a devilishly wide smile.

“ What’s the matter? I’d thought you’d all look a lot happier to see me. And to think I waited so dreadfully long to see your faces again.” You sadly sighed.

The silence of shock and horror filled the room as you got up brushing yourself off. Not that it would do much to be honest.

“Oh come on do I have to break my back just to get a word out of any of you!? Weeeellll!?” You huffed getting frustrated with their silence.

They should be happy to see you again. After all you helped them all so much they should atleast say hi for all you’ve ever done for them.

“____ is that really you?” Ace said slowly walking towards you.

“ No I’m the ghost of your extended warranty come to tell you that- OF COURSE ITS ME! After twenty years I’d expect you to be atleast a bit smarter. Did you and Deuce just seperate for so long you got dumber?” You questioned as the red head broken down in tears racing toward you to tackle you down into a hug.

“ Oh! It is you!” Ace cried as the rest of your group joined.

You didn’t know what to do at this moment. You expected some kind of revulsion to your decaying appearance. Some kind of screaming and tears of fear. But right now all there was is the crying of your dearest friends happy to see you. Even Sebek the man who always thought he was more superior than you was on his knees hugging you telling you how much he missed you. It was all so perfect almost too perfect…. If this is a dream you hoped it never ended. You never wanted to wake up again if it meant they acknowledged you once again as an actual person. It was odd to for once be the person of trouble and being comforted. You wished it was always like this when you were living. But it wasn’t now was it?

You woke up gasping for air hyperventilating as you panicked looking around. You looked at your shaking hands. They were fine. They weren’t decaying you weren’t decaying at all. You were perfectly fine. But why were you in the nurses office in one of the beds…

“ No no no!” You cried.

“ ___! You’re finally…are you ok?” Ace asked rushing over to you seeing your panicked state.

“ No…I wanna just go home!” You cried out.

You didn’t want to be here anymore. This was the third time being in the nurses office because you overworked yourself. You’re scared. You don’t want to dyne because you worked yourself to death. You just wanted to see your family and friends from where you came from. As the red head was signaling something to someone or some people behind the doorway to stop you just sat there crying.

You’re never going back home and that’s the truth.

Sorry but I just really wanted to write for twst! I haven’t in a while and I’m on a crazy for it right now! I hope you all enjoyed this angstful story!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a💖

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst kalim #twst vil #leona kingscholar #idia shroud #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #rook hunt #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #silver twst #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #Floyd Leech #jade leech #trey clover #cater diamond #dire crowley #twisted wonderland x reader #ruggie bucchi #gender neutral reader #twst angst

[battorlstuff]

A Real Dad P.2

The Biggest of His Fantasies

They all arrived at the airport early, seemed to be in a good mood and were even laughing and suddenly there was silence when Carlos arrived. From that moment until they boarded the plane the men barely spoke, so Frank was the one chosen to share a seat with the arrogant stud.

"You have a good physique, you spend a lot of time in the gym huh?" Frank started the conversation, deep down he just wanted Carlos to give him even more reasons to ruin that body.

"You bet" Carlos proudly flexed his biceps, and there was the obese man looking at those muscles and imagining what it would be like to turn them into pure lard.

"You'll see it will be great" he said simply, he could have stayed there, oh no but Carlos always had to be arrogant, it was in his nature.

"I don't doubt it man, althoughI think I'll have a lot more fun than you guys, look at me" he lifted his shirt and revealed his sexy six pack "I'll have the attention of many ladies, rest assured".

"It's a shame they won't be able to have fun in the same way"

"I know, we're all married man" Frank remained calm, but he didn't make it easy for him.

"I didn't just mean that, you know."

Carlos slapped Frank's belly and laughed, not even noticing the serious look on the man's face. "I don't think the girls want to see that, you better keep your that thing covered haha."

Carlos was laughing but Frank seemed too serious, his calmness was fading as he looked at that muscular body.

"Oh we are having fun, that's for sure" Frank's smile suddenly seemed malicious, although Carlos thought the man laughed at his joke, in reality it was a mocking laugh staring at Carlos's bulging biceps and muscles out of the corner of his eye.

After the first hour of flight Frank had a strange dream, one of the best he has had in his life...

Frank was still on the plane, but it hadn't taken off, then he hears laughter, Carlos.

He kept laughing and pointing at Frank, at first the man was confused, then he realized, Frank was shirtless showing off his flaccid body, each roll of fat was worshiped between the seat while he struggled to get up and get to Carlos, who had his shirt in his hand.

'Fatso, disgusting pileof lard, pig...oink...oink' somehow all those insults were what Frank had heard since high school, all those idiots picking on him for being fat, Carlos reminded him of all of them.

Then everything goes dark and Frank is in the cockpit, Carlos tied and naked in a seat, a strange gallon in his hand and a funel in the jock's mouth. Frank knows what to do and with a smile he pours the liquid into Carlos's mouth. He starts laughing like a maniac while he watches Carlos's muscles deteriorate.

His abs practically dissolve, the seat squeaks and his pecs turn into mobs, as he pours more and more of the liquid. It seems to have no end, Carlos cries and growls while his body is being ruined. His arms lose definition as those biceps he is so proud of become lost in the fat, his butt becomes deformed and his face is buried between double chins and chubby cheeks.

Folds and folds of fat hang from his thighs, his enormous belly grows to cover his knees, and his mobs hang as two sacks of lard up to his waist, oh where his v-line used to be.

"You think girls will like that? you think they like it! I don't think so, you're disgusting, what's wrong, where are tour muscles? You're not so cocky anymore, huh?" Frank loves the view, the arrogant jock is crying, it's not just Carlos, it's all the guys who have screwed him over throughout his life.

"Flex those abs now, flex them!" The man shouts red with anger and shaking the fat rolls of the devastated Carlos, who miserably tries to find some trace of his six-pack among the mound of fat that is now his belly.

Thus his dream, his fantasy, ends, the stewardess announces that they have arrived in Hawaii and they will be able to get off in a few moments. Frank looks to his side and sees Carlos still thin and muscular, still arrogant and cocky, for now, because Frank is willing to change that and make his fantasy come true. The man can't stop thinking about how fat Carlos was in his dream while he looks at the hard pecs and flat stomach of the younger man.

Frank was silent, he couldn't stop thinking about his dream, so when it was his turn to share the room with Carlos and he took off his shirt, Frank could only imagine him fat and out of shape, after all that's what a dad must look like, not with tight muscles and abs, no. . I will teach you Frank thinks.

"Alright guys, Carlos has joined the group on this trip, we must welcome him..." Frank takes a strange glass bottle out of the suitcase, inside it you can see a whitish and milky liquid that is too thick.

"Drink this Carlos, it's a gift, one of the most luxurious drinks you could get... it's a tradition, we've all done it" Frank laughs but once again that smile is malicious, as he looks at the others to play along.

"Yes, it is delicious, man, the best of the best, deep down." Carlos only drank it while everyone encouraged him, the thick liquid immediately fell into his stomach. It was difficult to swallow but Carlos didn't stop and they wouldn't let him stop.

Soon the bottle was half full and Frank approached, put a hand on Carlos's abdomen and tilted the bottle further, Carlos almost choked, the strange serum stained his shirt and soon it was done, he belched and wiped his mouth. Carlos raised the bottle in victory, little did he know that it would actually be his downfall.

P.1

#weight gain story #male weight gain fantasy #gaining weight #ex jock #you got fat #you getting fat #exjock #fit to fat #gaining fiction #A Real Dad

[jvkeh]

BIRTHDAY GIRL

➝ “it’s your birthday, now make a wish.” ❦

⤷ cw. slight jealousy + degradation, comedic outlier, mullet jeno | idol x reader | © jvkeh

dedicated to ma girl, bébé, la fille, moi le chat. joyeux anniversaire 2 riri @jenowink

27th august. the day of discounts at the local groceries store, where the fruits reduce by $2 and save you the mental breakdown of being too broke to afford both strawberries and blueberries off season, and also, your birthday.

and birthdays are incomplete without parties. well, you disagreed. but your boyfriend agreed. heavily.

and that’s how you found yourself at a party you didn’t want to be at.

checking the time, you see that it’s 10:58pm. you had to wait til it was one am for the party to die over. after walking around and being forced to mingle among the masses that had to stop you to share a brief conversation while you looked for familiar faces, you made a silent note to kill jeno for even making this party happen. you wanted to sleep in all day, walk around the house in your underwear, and listen to inappropiate music as you continued daily activities. but your boyfriend insisted on making sure this day was memorable for you instead of another day in the life, so you complied with the promise it won’t be an annual thing. and how you regret ever agreeing at all.

with the music from god know where dialed at high volume, you felt the vibrations of the instrumental as woman by doja cat went on. jeno went all out with this party, and you wanted to both strangle and admire him for it.

you spotted your friends by the kitchen bench when you entered the large kitchen, all talking among themselves. renjun, haechan and chenle was there, facing across mark and jaemin who both had a bottle of beer in their hands. jisung wasn’t here due to his inability to function from his explosive diarrhea after mark’s leftovers were in fact, from the previous week, but you appreciated the fact the rest of them managed to come, abandoning his bowel troubles in favour of celebrating their favourite girl. as chenle excitedly shouts happy birthday repetitively in front of your face, renjun rolling his eyes at his antics but a smile formed on his face as he looked back at you. “i remember you in diapers..”

as you conversed with the group, your phone pinged with a mention of a message, vibrating your pocket as you pulled it out, the home screen lighting up with a message from jeno.

11:21pm jeno: i have my birthday suit prepared 😉

11:22pm jeno: come to our bedroom.

birthday suit? the whole reason you didn’t seen him since the party started at eight was because he was too busy picking an outfit? and he wanted you to see it? your anger flared up as you quickly pocketed your phone before anyone could see, your deteriorating mood being visible to your friends.

“you good, yn?” renjun asked, raising his eyebrow at the change in attitude.

“just jeno, he asked me if i wanted to see his birthday suit upstairs.” you scoffed, ignorant to the cheek bite mark just commited as chenle lips tightened. “like seriously, you leave me in my own party to try on an outfit?”

renjun cleared his throat, the easygoing tension being reduced to iron at your sentence. “sounds like you need to go check it out.” he said stiffly, like he was retaining laughter. “it would suck if you didn’t see him for the rest of the night.”

you nodded. “i catch you guys later, i’m gonna yell at jeno.” turning around, you walked off. not only til you almost were at the door could you hear mark voice subtly ask if you were that clueless. huh? you thought.

“now we know what she’s gonna do upstairs.” haechan voice answered discreetly, and you couldn’t help wonder what they were talking about. what was jeno’s plan?

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it took a while to reach jeno’s room. when you were a wealthy person who had a three story house, it tends to take time for your guest to arrive. you thanked the gods most people were fraternising on the first floor or outdoors by the pool, as you already had a headache from the long walk, and loud noise just heightened that. jeno’s family chose to soundproof all the rooms in the third floor, as it was where the family slept, and preferred privacy. it also was very convenient for other activities. such as rock music playlist blasted on high volume of course.

knocking on the door, you could see little light source inside. usually, his room brightly shined either white or blue, since jeno loved his leds lights. but it wasn’t as intense as usual, opting for an low orange toned colour, like it was reflecting off a lamp rather than the walls.

his was at the very end of the corner, when you entered through the main staircase in the middle. while the left went to his parents and his older sister’s rooms, the right went to the two guest rooms and jeno’s. it saved you the walk of shame to the guest bathroom the night after as you rarely interacted with the other family members then.

opening the door, you opened your mouth, ready to tell jeno off for being ridiculous, before your met with the sight of your boyfriend lying on the bed posing like dionysus on the floor, accompanied by little scatters of roses and chocolate wraps, and judging from the gold and brown wrapping, the nice kind.

“what, the, fuck?” you gasped, shutting the door behind you immediately. “is that-“

“ferror rochers?” he smirked.

“i was gonna say, what birthday suit means.”

his eyes widened. “you didn’t knew?” you shook your head. “damn.” a flush ran through your body as you walked closer to the sight. you couldn’t believe it. he looked fucking angelic. his skin glew under the orange lamp, the light reflecting his defined six pack, brightening all the shadows that lied on his body and his long black hair only just added to his beauty. when your eyes looked down, you got to appreciate his other counterparts in this lighting as well, especially his cock.

“what are you doing?” you asked sternly, trying to not lose balance in your voice as you continued to admire your boyfriend’s hot body. his labour in the gym paid off, that’s for sure. after all, he still left you on your own for a long amount of time.

he began to sit up, shifting his body as his black eyes made contact with yours once again. “you.”

as if on cue, music began to softly play in the room. it took a while to make sense of the song instrumentals, but once the lyrics began to play, it all clicked.

“you might think I'm crazy” that’s how you felt when you began to strip your clothes off, thanking yourself for going commando under your dress. “the way I've been cravin”

“34+35? seriously?” you faked a groan as he tugged you to the bed, falling onto the white silky sheets as jeno got on top of you. “how generic and cheesy.”

he shrugged, pulling your legs apart as you were moved closer to him, where he quickly spat into his hand and groped himself to lube himself up. “it works.”

“well, i’m still kind of mad that you left me alone.” you started whilst enamoured in watching jeno masturbate. “but then again, mark did make me fee better so i guess things work out for a reason.” your lie slipped shamelessly out of your mouth. truth be told, you just wanted to anger jeno for what he did to you. if he thought you were gonna play nice because he’s naked, he was wrong.

his eyebrows furrow, as if he didn’t comprehend your words. “what did you just say?”

“i said, mark-” his fingers left his cock and entered your mouth immediately, as you widened your eyes. he tugged at your tongue between his pointer and middle, as jeno glared down at you. “what did you say?” he repeats, a knowing smirk on his face at effectively gagging you as you groaned into his hand. “that’s like it, sweetheart.”

his fingers exited your mouth as he reached for your hair, slightly pulling it so your back arched out, revealing luscious breasts that he was tempted to suck on. once he stuffed you full, he tells himself.

your back makes contact with the sheets again as jeno’s cock stands rigid against his stomach, little bits of cum dribbling out of his slit as he stared down at you. “i was going to stretch you out and take my time, but you don’t seem to deserve it.” shit.

“it’s my birthday.” you whined. “what happened to being the birthday girl?” he scoffed at your desperation, not when you just insulted his hard work.

“only applies if you’re good, baby.” he mutters, before thrusting his length inside you in one go. a gasp left your mouth, where you formed an o shape, eyes tearing up as the stretch is felt throughout your body. jeno was long and veiny, standing at six and a half inches, so he oftenly had to finger you til you were squirting for you to take him easily, but shit, did he loved the feeling of your virgin-like walls immediately clamping on him. had you have a pain kink, he would be doing this day and night. though it could develop after tonight…

“fuck me jeno!” you cry out as he began to pull out, and suddenly began to appreciate his parents for letting the bedrooms be soundproofed. “fuck me til i can’t move.” once he pushed it back in, he shoved his cock further than before, til the point where you could feel it in your guts. “fuck, baby, your pussy is damn tight.” his voice grumbles, as he began to pull you upwards into his chest and wrapped one arm around your waist, the other being used as leverage as you were leaning backwards, and then slammed his cock downhill.

“holy fucking shit.” he griped your waist tighter as he sped up the pace, letting you feel the effects of his well planned hits, reaching angles you didn’t knew you could feel in the newly found position. “fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” you sob, pleasure overwhelming you.

“fuck me 'til the daylight.” you never resonated with lyrics so heavily like you did in the moment, when all you could feel is the consistent beating of jeno’s cock into your tight gummy walls. your sounds added to the music of his fucking, high pitched groans making the noise sound like one unorganised choir.

“you wanna take my cum, yn?” he groans out, continuing to pump you further with his semen. “you wanna be full of my babies, yeah? show mark who really entertain you well?” mark wouldn’t give a shit, but you nonetheless enjoyed his talk. you never seen jeno this agitated, but goddamn was it fucking hot.

you could feel the familiar build up in your core, overwhelming you faster than you could process it. “i’m coming jeno!” you wail out, feeling liquid seep out of you before you could even finish your sentence. it was stronger than usual, the juices going all over jeno’s lower body as you continued to hump further onto his dick, not wanting jeno to leave you any further. “did you just squirt?” he exclaimed in amazement, as your tired body laid against the sheets, his thumb going up to your clit to ease the horniness off, a smaller stream leaving your lips as you softly whined. “jen..”

“yes baby?” his face was flushed pink, sweat forming from his forehead to his cheat, but a unbothered smile remained on his lips, a speciality. he began to lie next to you, throwing one arm on top of your tummy as he looked towards you, a dopey smile on his face.

“can you stay up all night?”

“can you please turn that song off?” you said sweetly, and jeno groaned. “but i just got down!” “you turned it on in the first place!”

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[teaberrii]

Blurring the Lines

Mythological beings aren’t supposed to exist. Well, that’s what you thought until you’re saved by the one you’ve known about since childhood.

Tighnari/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Gender neutral reader

As soon as you saw your grandparents on the train platform, you almost drop your luggage to give them a hug. You left your cozy home in the countryside for a career in the big city. Your life got so busy that this year is the first time you’ve returned home in a long while.

Your grandparents take turns giving you a hug as your grandma says, "It's so good to see you, child."

“You have no idea how good it is to be back,” you say, returning their tight hug.

On the way back, you gave an update on what’s happening in your life, including switching careers and a move to a new apartment. You also told them about ending a relationship that you thought would end in a happily ever after.

As soon as you enter the small home, you notice a familiar sketchbook on the coffee table. You put your luggage aside and walk up to it.

“Did you forget?” your grandpa asks, closing the door behind him. “It’s your old sketchbook! I found it while I was cleaning the attic.”

You open it and flip through all of your old, crazy doodles. You had a crazy imagination back then, acknowledged by others in the community when they saw what you were drawing. When you flip the page, you stay on this one longer than the others: a drawing of a man with fair skin, chin-length dark green hair, pale pupils, and large, pointy black ears.

Your grandma looks over your shoulder and smiles. “Do you still remember him?”

You do. This is no ordinary… man if that's what you want to call him. Your grandparents entertained you with a mythological story of a young, cool forest ranger who protected the village's forests and mountains. And… you swore you met him once upon a time.

You were a teenager when you got a bad sprain in the woods. You had walked up to a certain point, but the pain was so unbearable that you couldn't walk without falling every two steps. The skies began to darken; a thick fog began to form. Your cell phone was getting no reception.

“Hello!” you yelled. “Is anybody there?” Then, a small sniffle. “Please…”

“Don’t be scared.”

You quickly turned around at the voice. A man with chin-length dark green hair and pale pupils stood behind you. But it was the large, pointy black ears that made your jaw drop.

Hang on. Where had you seen this man before?

He suddenly appeared in front of you, and you quickly turned back.

“How did you do that?”

He gave you a small smile. “A secret.”

Then, he got down on a knee and started examining your ankle. Soon, he started putting medicine on it, which instantly made the pain go away.

“How… what did you do?”

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he turned around and looked over his shoulder. “Get on.”

“Huh? But… I can walk now.”

"That medicine only takes away the pain for a short time. The effect deteriorates the more you walk." He had a kind look in his eyes. "I'll take you back to the outskirts of the village. From there, the medicine should last you until you get home."

And that was how you ended up on the back of a complete stranger who safely took you out of the forest and only gave his name as the Forest Ranger.

When you told your friends about it, they didn't believe you. There was no man like that in the village. Not real, at least.

"You were saved by the Ranger!" they would joke. 

Soon, you started giving this ranger more life by drawing him in your sketchbook and notebooks. He became a person you constantly thought of… until you moved away. But even then, when you drew to relieve stress, you'd be reminded of him… almost as if he's looking out for you.

After putting away some of your luggage, you flop onto your bed for a quick nap. It doesn't take you long to get some much-needed shut-eye. Until you hear a faint voice, that is.

“Welcome back.”

Your eyes open, and you quickly sit up. Of course, it's just you in your room. Your grandparents are out.

Maybe you’re imagining things.

You change into comfortable outdoor clothes and send a quick text to your grandparents that you're heading out for a walk. You have to take advantage of the good weather. Not too hot. Not too cold.

As you get further into the outskirts of the village, you're a little surprised that everything has stayed almost exactly the same since you left, where it feels like there's a new road being built in the city every month.

You’re eventually on a forest path you love taking as a kid. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been hiking, so you take out your phone to check the time. Yet, the first thing you notice is that you have no signal. Huh. That’s strange.

One drop.

Two drops.

You look up and see that the clouds have slightly darkened. Soon, it starts to rain.

You immediately turn back, hurrying along the forest path to return to the house as it rains harder. However, due to a thickening fog, you trip on a small, protruded tree root. You grab the nearest branch to keep yourself from falling, but you wince in pain. You quickly let go and notice the blisters on your hands.

Is it just you, or is the way back taking much longer than you anticipated?

When you look up, you see something glowing in the fog. You head towards it, thinking it might be a sign that you’re getting closer to the village. Except when you get closer, you see a lone, small cabin.

Since when did someone build a cabin in these woods?

When you hear thunder, you quickly walk to it and knock on the door. You're about to yell when the door mysteriously creaks open.

Well, that’s not suspicious at all.

“H-hello…?”

When you enter the cabin, you immediately feel your body warming up. Perhaps it’s the fire crackling loudly in the fireplace. There’s barely any decor, only the necessities. Who in the world lives here?

“So, you’ve finally come.”

You spin around at the unfamiliar, calm male voice. A man who looks eerily familiar with his large black, pointy ears and chin-length dark green hair stands at the closed doorway.

“Who… who are you?” you ask.

The man smiles at you. “The Forest Ranger. Don’t tell me you forgot about me.”

The… Forest Ranger? Wait a minute. Wait. A. Minute.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Then, he chuckles. "You're drenched. Let's get you out of those clothes."

You look down but quickly hug yourself. “Excuse me?”

“I… don’t think you’re comfortable wearing wet clothes.” He walks toward you, and you take a step back.

“I don’t even know who you are or where I am. I—”

“This is my home.”

Again, you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. What the heck is going on?

“You told stories about me,” the man continues. Then, a small smile. “The young, friendly forest ranger who patrols the woods and the mountains, ensuring safety to those who need it.”

Your jaw drops.

“W-wait a minute!” You hold up two hands. “If I’m understanding this correctly, you… you aren’t… you aren’t supposed to exist!”

He extends his hand. You look at it and back to him and see a friendly smile. “Why not see for yourself?”

You hesitate to take it but eventually reach out. As soon as you take his hand, he pulls you toward him. Now, one hand is in his, and the other is near his shoulder.

“...What do you think?” he whispers in your ear. “If I wasn’t real, could you touch me like you are right now?”

Your eyes widen, and you quickly step back.

“I, um, this is…”

“I’ll get some clean clothes for you.”

Of course, it's his clothes. Well, at least you think they are. They're all too big on you, but it's better than staying in your wet clothes. Your hair is slightly damp from your warm shower, and a towel is draped around your shoulders when you head downstairs and smell something good. Before you reach the kitchen, you see your phone on the table. You pick it up. Still no reception.

“You look much more relaxed.” You turn and watch him put a plate of hot food on the table.

You put your phone down. “Where are my clothes?”

“In the wash,” he says with a small smile. “I’ll put them out to dry once they’re done.” You look out the window. The thick fog is still there. “Won’t you join me for dinner?”

You sit across from him, not taking your eyes off this mysterious man. “How long have you been living here?”

“...A very long time.”

“How long… exactly.”

His eyes meet yours. “If I say thousands of years, would you believe me?”

You slightly narrow your eyes. “Stop messing around.”

“I’m not.”

Your stomach growls loudly, and you slightly blush while he chuckles.

“Shall we eat?” he asks. You look at the food. Then, as if reading your mind, he says, “I promise I didn’t do anything to it.”

“...That’s what they all say,” you mutter.

Your stomach growls again just as he starts digging in. After a short while of watching him eat, you finally start eating. Your eyes occasionally meet his, and you quickly look away out of embarrassment.

“I’m sure you have many questions.”

“I don’t know if I should ask if you’re going to give me half-assed answers.”

He looks at you, puzzled. “Half-assed? I would never give you a half-assed answer.”

You put your bowl down. “Then tell me who you really are. Or are you some illegal fugitive?”

“I thought giving my name as the Forest Ranger would make you more at ease. But… my name is Tighnari. And I stand by what I said before. I am a forest ranger who patrols the forests and mountains.”

“So you do have a name.”

“You’ve always called me the Forest Ranger. I was curious as to what name you would give me.”

You scoff. “So… you’re saying that I, what? I brought you to life? We aren’t in a fictional tale.”

"You did not bring me to life, but you know about my story. Your grandparents were the ones who told you about me. You built upon my story and added fictional elements. You gave me an intriguing and interesting adventure throughout the years."

You might as well play along with this seemingly ridiculous scenario that you’re talking to a mythological being.

“How do you know about me?”

“I know everyone who lives in the village. I am its protector. So, of course, I would know about you.”

That is the same description your grandparents gave you about the Forest Ranger. The best analogy you can give is that he’s like… a God watching over the people.

“...You watch over the people of the village. Then… what do you do when they leave?”

“Just like how you left for the big city?”

“...Do I want to know how you know that?”

Tighnari smiles. “I know everyone who comes and goes. But you… You've always dreamed of something bigger than this village can offer you.”

Huh… that’s a response you’re not expecting.

"You have a vivid imagination and dream of accomplishing something big with your life. You love the village, but you knew you had to give up something to gain something in return. You didn't want your sacrifice to go to waste, so you're determined to make it in the big city." He looks you in the eyes. "Am I wrong?"

The scary part is that he’s not, and you don’t want to admit it.

Tighnari smiles and stands. “Come. Let me show you something.”

You don’t question it and follow him.

In another part of the cabin, Tighnari shows you a large collection of well… close to everything. There are portraits on the wall. Plants, leaves, and other nature-like items are enclosed in glass cases. You walk up to a portrait that’s in black and white.

“That’s my ancestor,” he says.

“You look very similar.”

“...Perhaps not just in appearance.”

You turn around. “What do you mean?”

Tighnari comes up beside you. “...He was also a protector. Not of this village but another. He committed a great sin.”

“...Sin?”

Tighnari looks you in the eyes. “...Yes. He fell in love with a human.”

You can't look away, and you have no idea why. But it's scaring you more that you don't want to look away.

“I… I see,” you finally say and turn back to the portrait. “...May I ask what happened to him?”

"He was stripped of his status, banished from the world of the Gods. He became a human, which in their eyes, is a tainted soul."

“Well, I don’t know if I would want to be a God either,” you muse. A slight sarcastic laugh. “But being a human isn’t… exactly better.”

“Yes. However… I envy humans in one aspect.”

“Enlighten me.”

Tighnari steps toward you and puts a hand on your cheek.

"They are free to express their emotions." He leans in, and just before his lips meet yours, he looks at you. "...May I?"

Where did this adrenaline come from? Your lips meet his in an honest kiss until it takes an expected turn. His hand slides along your jawline and neck; your bodies are eventually flushed against each other. Eventually, his hand finds its way into your hair, and the slight tug unexpectedly makes your emotions run wild. His lips are soft, skilled, and… welcoming. You aren't expecting such a calm yet eager reception. It's as if he's holding back. You can feel it.

Tighnari has you against a wall, your mouths engaging in a passionate decree that makes you lose all sense of time and space. Until…

“I’ll come back to visit soon,” you said.

You stood on the train platform with your luggage beside you. Your grandparents gave you a tight tug and wished you a safe trip to the city. It was going to be your first time away from home, and they were worried as much as the next parent. But they knew that once you set your mind on something, you wouldn’t turn back.

Your grandma handed you an envelope. “This came for you this morning.”

There was no sender. Just your name in cursive.

You opened the envelope on the train, expecting a letter. But all there was was a simple sentence: Be safe.

You looked in the envelope and saw a red rose.

You pull away, short of breath, as you stare into Tighnari’s eyes.

“You…”

As if a little embarrassed, he looks away, a visible blush on his cheeks. “I’ve always found you fascinating,” he shyly admits. “I… mean this in the best way possible. I’ve only wanted to look out for you like I do with everyone else, but you’ve captured my heart in ways I cannot explain.”

“The letter,” you say softly. “It was from you.”

Tighnari finally looks at you. “...Yes.”

Now, it’s finally your turn to smile. “...A man of a few words. I like that.”

And then you kiss him again, and he returns it wholeheartedly.

◆◆◆

The next time you open your eyes, you’re lying on your bed. You immediately sit up. You’re in your room as if you went back in time. You gently touch your lips, and the vivid memory of you kissing Tighnari comes flooding back. You look down. You’re no longer dressed in his clothes but yours.

You head outside and see that it's no longer raining. The skies have cleared, and the sun is shining brightly.

You hear your grandpa call your name, and you turn to see him approaching you on his bike.

“You’re up! Did you have a good nap?”

“...Was I asleep this whole time?”

"I tried waking you, but you just wouldn't budge. The ride here must've really knocked you out."

“I went out for a walk,” you say. “I texted you and Grandma.”

“You did?” He pulls out his phone. “I… didn’t get anything.”

That’s impossible. You know you texted them. You know you went into the woods. You know you met Tighnari.

"I went into the woods, and it started raining—"

Your grandpa laughs. “Are you sure you’re okay, child? I don’t know if you’ve been out for a walk, but it’s been sunny all day.”

“...But the fog—”

“Come, child. Let’s get you something to eat. Maybe you’re too hungry.”

But you aren’t.

Regardless, you head back into the house and see an envelope on the table. You pick it up and see your name written in cursive.

Your heart starts racing. It isn’t a dream. Right?

The letter inside has only one sentence: I'll visit soon.

Then, just as you pull the red rose out of the envelope, your grandpa asks, “Oh? Who’s that from?”

“...The Forest Ranger?" you say with a slight smile. "Perhaps he's welcoming me home."

End notes: I don't normally do requests, but I had an idea for a Tighnari oneshot which I said I would do for @whorerificstuff. I was close to turning this into a smut piece, but I felt like that would be too... fast? LOL

#genshin impact #tighnari #tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n #genshin impact tighnari #tighnari fluff

[deliciouskeys]

Kink of your choice: people of diametrically opposing ideologies having a tense conversation but not killing each other

#Lockhimup

Warnings: Gen. And just kidding, this isn't really for Kinktober. It's even more self-indulgent than that. Set shortly post S3. It's not a pairing fic. It's Homelander; Billy Butcher. Dedicated to the 1.3 people other than me who might possibly enjoy this. AO3 link.

After the hospital, Butcher's been staying at home to recover from his nausea and illness. His brain might not be getting better, but his body was slowly recovering-- not throwing up nearly as often anymore, and able to get food down and walk around more or less steadily.

But his brain was definitely deteriorating. He was having very vivid dreams, and auditory and visual hallucinations were cropping up more and more often. Maybe this is the reason he didn't rush over to the balcony when he saw Homelander out there. He figured he must be seeing things again until the cunt approached the glass and tapped on it gently before stepping back and putting his arms behind his body, waiting patiently for Butcher to unlatch it.

Butcher sighs heavily and opens the glass door, but doesn't bother to come out or officially beckon him in. He sits down in the chair, just in case he starts feeling sick and woozy again. He's already feeling lightheaded from the unpleasant surprise. Homelander makes his way in, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

“What brings you here this time. You’ve already got Ryan. Come to finish me off?”

Homelander frowns. “Why are you so obsessed with this idea that I’d come here, uninvited, and kill you in your usual pathetic mudperson state? And sick with some kind of pathetic chronic illness on top of that." Homelander wrinkles his nose. He can probably see the damage through Butcher's skull, or maybe his nose is actually detecting the scent of his illness. "Have you ever seen me stalk and kill someone?”

“I haven’t seen you, but I’m sure you have. You had no problem trying to kill Hughie down in the tunnels.”

“That was–” Homelander rolls his eyes and waves his hand dismissively. “Hugh Campbell’s a non-entity to me. And you were all fugitives from the law at the time. So yes, I have pursued and killed lawbreakers.”

“And I happen not to be one at this moment? Didn’t know you were such a stickler for the law.” Butcher lights a cigarette, hoping it will annoy Homelander. “You still haven’t answered my question. To what do I owe the pleasure of this divine visitation?”

Homelander makes that strange snuffling sound that Butcher recognizes by now as pure unadulterated frustration. He makes a movement to pull out the chair where he sat last time, but Butcher hooks his foot and pulls it in tight against the table.

“Really?” Homelander looks at him impassively. “You let me sit down last time.”

“Last time you were trying to find Ryan. You have him. So I don’t see what you need here if you ain’t gonna blast me in the head.”

“Feels bad, huh? Well now you know how it feels, to have your child out of reach,” Homelander says, and shoves a bunch of Butcher’s kitchen paraphernalia further down the counter and makes room for himself to float up and sit on it, first moving the cape out of the way as always. Butcher hopes his counter is dirty and this cunt gets stains on his ass for doing this. “No, I’m just sick of Vought trying to manage this ‘crisis’ for me.”

“You mean you killing a bloke in plain daylight on camera? That 'crisis'?”

“Yes, if that’s how you want to describe it, yes.”

“That’s what happened, it’s not some subjective description.”

Homelander’s jaw tightens and grinds for a moment before he speaks. “Yeah. I’m alright with that. What I’m not alright with is doing an apology tour and saying it was inadvertent or whatever the fuck Vought wants me to say to “soften the angle”. They’re idiots if they think either side is going to buy that. The people who like me don’t want to hear me tying myself into knots trying to explain away what I did. And the toxic idiots who hate me aren’t going to suddenly change their minds if I say ‘hey I’m so sorry! I totally didn’t mean to kill that child-attacking shitstain! I don’t have any fucking control over my lasers! Please don’t hate me!’ I mean if- if that were the case, then I should be fucking locked up, because I’d be a menace to society. If I have that little control over my powers.”

Homelander pauses in his tirade. It grew louder in volume and faster in delivery as it went. Butcher has to admit it’s fun to see this cunt lose his mind with anger, when he’s always been curated to look forever happy and imperturbable. Although the mask has been slipping more often of late.

“You are a menace to society. But yeah, not so much into locking you up. I’d be much more at peace seeing your head on a pike.”

Homelander chuckles. “And you call me needlessly violent."

"Vought's probably thinking ahead about the lawsuit, and not your popularity. Maybe you should listen to your handlers."

"I don't have handlers, I have idiotic underlings. And you're talking as if popularity with the public has nothing to do with how a lawsuit will pan out. From where I'm standing, it's better to have a group of strong supporters than a mass of people confused by some milquetoast, apologetic statements from me. But you know what? Fine. I’m used to the fickle idiot public, with their fucking short-term memory, not remembering everything I've done for them, and still doing for them. They can hate me, their loss. But you see the shit trending today? It's not just #lockhimup. It's #ASAB and #FuckVought and #CompoundViolent, and even the ever-lovely #KillAllSupes cropping up periodically. That's why Vought wants me to backtrack. As if that will do anything to stop those kinds of hasthtags.”

“Don’t know why you’re whinging to me about it. I’d be retweeting all of that if I had an account.” Butcher gets up off his chair and walks past Homelander to fill his teakettle with water, because this is turning out to be a longer conversation than he expected. He still doesn't turn on the light in the kitchen, only one lone lamp on in his entire apartment in an effort to avoid any migraines. Homelander just swivels himself around to face Butcher in his new spot.

“You know what’s better about you than those mindless parrot drones all over social media? At least you say what you mean to say. You really want to kill us all apparently. That apply to Ryan by the way?”

“He’s a child, so no.”

“But when he turns eighteen? Or whatever the fuck age you British people consider majority? Then he’s fair game?”

Butcher feels his irritation rising. “He’s Becca’s son, so no, I’m not gonna lay a finger on him.”

“Other supes are people’s sons and daughters too, but that doesn’t seem to deter you.”

“Hell no it doesn’t. Sons and daughters of people who doped up their kids with Compound V to try to make a buck or get some glory? Off the parents too, if you ask me.”

“Ah interesting! So you do think the people who made the choices are worse than the people who had none.”

“Every one of you supes has plenty of choices.”

“At what age would you kill someone like me?” 

Butcher sighs. Vogelbaum’s words flash in his memory. He asked about what Homelander was like in childhood because he wanted to know if Ryan was genetically doomed to be an evil cunt. Homelander probably doesn’t realize Butcher knows about his sordid lab-confined childhood. He’s throwing this question out flippantly. Butcher thinks about making some stinging remark to show just how much he knows. But that will only lead to him having to acknowledge that he wouldn't have killed off an innocent baby labrat. Butcher also thinks about not answering at all, but Homelander is sitting there silently, ugly red boots dangling above the floor, raising his eyebrows to show he’s expecting an actual response to his stupid question. 

“At whatever age you were when you decided to rape my Becca.”

“So… this is purely personal then?”

“Of course it’s fucking personal,” Butcher mutters, not liking how much this cunt is forcing him to think this late at night. “What else could it be, at this point?”

“Wanting to kill off a whole big group of people over a personal matter seems kind of petty to me.”

“You’re not people. You don’t treat us like equals, so we don’t need to treat you like equals either.”

“So normal human morality doesn’t apply.” Homelander grins. “That’s what I like about you, William. You stand by your words, no matter how vile they are. When you say ‘supe genocide’, at least you really mean it.”

Homelander peers at him, looking unimpressed. "Your brain looks like Swiss cheese and you still make more sense than everyone else I'm forced to talk to. But I do wonder: you're kind of an honorary supe now. Certainly spent some time in our shoes. Do you deserve death too?"

"I'll take an honorary suicide once you're all gone, if you want me to be consistent."

Homelander smirks. The kettle starts whistling, and Butcher takes the opportunity to avoid saying anything else and focusing on steeping a cup of tea.

“Can I have a cup?”

Butcher seethes inside. Get your ass off my counter, get your shiteating grin out of my house. But he proceeds to just brew another cup, because it’s easier than having this conversation. His degenerating brain can't take much more of this.

They wait for the tea to steep in silence. Welcome as it seemed at first, Butcher finds himself wanting to break the silence because when Homelander’s not talking, and Butcher stares at him in the darkness of the apartment, teeth shinier than the rest of his face, he starts to seem increasingly otherworldly, scarier, like there really is a different species perched on the kitchen counter, and Butcher starts to feel his fight-or-flight response kicking in. “Didn’t take you for a tea drinker,” he says, as he hands him the cup. At least his hands are rock-steady, and his tone sounds nonchalant as ever.

“I’m not. But I wanted to see what all the hype is about, at least in the UK. You guys are obsessed.”

“‘You guys’ were too until you got radicalized and decided you didn’t want to pay taxes on it.”

Homelander’s smile just grows wider. “That’s true.” He sips and makes a face. “Wow, that’s… strong. That’s almost as bad as coffee.”

“You really never had tea before?” Butcher can’t help but ask, incredulous at the reaction.

“I don’t think so. This tastes like bitter puddle water or something.”

“No one’s forcing you to drink it, cunt.”

Homelander takes another sip anyway, making a face again, actually shuddering. “Don’t people add milk to it? And sugar? Am I making that up?”

“You can,” Butcher says, shrugging. Then notices Homelander glancing at his fridge to verify there's milk inside and looking back at him expectantly. “Unbelievable. Alright you little candy-ass, would you like some milk and sugar with your unbearably bitter tea?”

“I would,” Homelander answers, disregarding the insult, holding the cup out in front of him expecting to be served.

Butcher takes it from him, in disbelief at what he’s doing, but again, it feels futile to refuse or argue. He dumps in more milk than he ever would for himself. Maybe this git wants a lukewarm, tasteless cuppa.

When Homelander drinks the modified version, he nods. “Much better, actually. Thanks.”

“Why did you come here, really,” Butcher asks as he finally gets to drink his tea, leaning back against the counter across from the one Homelander is perched on.

“No ulterior motive. Needed to vent. I feel like I’m taking crazy pills when I’m in the Tower and they keep telling me I need to appease the other side. Talking to you cements it for me. People who hate me aren’t going to come around. People who’ve decided to blanket-hate all supes won’t come around.”

“So you done? Feel better now?”

“I do, actually. Thanks for the company.” Homelander smiles, puts down his cup of bastardized tea, not having the courtesy to finish it off, hops down off the counter and walks off towards the balcony to take off with an obnoxious force that Butcher's glad didn't crack the balcony cement at push-off.

He stares at the skyline visible from his apartment. He hates a thought that has been creeping in during the conversation, and now that the supe is gone, he can contemplate it fully. For what it’s worth, he might have done the same exact thing. He knows what having heat lasers is like. How easy it is to power them up. If someone threw something at Becca, or, yes maybe even just Becca’s son, he might have done the same exact stupid thing and sliced the man's head. Why on earth is he thinking about that? Maybe it’s his strange irritation at the public finally, finally after so many fucking years, finally noticing that there is something fucked up about Vought. He should be happy that some people finally see the truth. But it feels like too little too late, and it also feels like they might get distracted off of it. They don't really understand how far it goes. Vought wouldn’t exist without the money these crowds of people have paid them. It’s not funded by the government. It’s not beholden to anyone but American public opinion. The very people tweeting angrily about Homelander’s public murder are still subscribed to Vought+, and still using Vought-owned social media to complain about it. This monstrosity grown in the lab was grown for them. For their protection, at least internationally speaking, and most importantly for their entertainment and cult-seeking mentality. Homelander is the hero they voted for with their dollars, and they’ve maybe only just wised up to the fact that what they’ve been paying for is a mentally unstable killing machine.

#gen??? from me?? #homelander #billy butcher #social media rot #vought #the boys #the boys tv #mystuff #fic

[yadown]

Scenes from a Childhood (and Beyond)

3

Mother: "You have to sit on the floor."

"Why?"

"Because you're a child, and there aren't enough chairs."

"Get out the way of the telly."

"You always want to watch The Bill - I want to talk to you!"

"Right, you're getting a smack!"

"Who are you talking to in there?"

"Have you got an imaginary friend?"

"He's talking to the dinner lady!"

<.< "I was talking to Turney"

"Who's Turney? Is he your imaginary friend?"

<.< "Err... yeahhh...."

"Do you hear that?"

"Whuh?"

"He's got an imaginary friend."

"Oh."

4

Biting on the top bunk side board, trying to sleep, while older brother watches a giantess movie.

5

Mother: "This", down there, "is my son." This nameless object right here.

"Aww he's very polite isn't he." Haven't even said anything. "Oh, is he shy?"

"I think you're being incredibly rude!" Huh?

"Right, you're getting a smack."

"And don't you ever do that again!"

"What did I do?"

"- Go back in there."

6

Father: "Whatever you do, don't ever get married."

7

Mother: "Take these dragons down, they're demonic!"

"What are you doing on that computer?"

"Are you alright up here all by yourself?"

Has a dream about putting a naked male in a flower pot and watering him.

Older brother has a fit of rage after the GameCube controller stops working after we last used it.

3 hours pass, trying to sleep.

Him: "You know... I think I got it working again..."

Older sister ran away from home with a car thief.

9

Takes Action Man out from under the bed.

I'm not gay. I just want to see him with his shirt off.

10

Male best friend at school hugs us.

He smells nice.

"Mum, dad's home from work early.

Why are you cross?"

Dad was tired from doing too much for mum. Dad's body was trying to slow down his metabolism and make him rest. Dad ate lots of sugar to compensate. Dad got fat. Mum didn't like dad being fat and having low blood pressure from a slow heart rate from being tired. This made it hard for dad to please her. So late at night, when dad should have been falling asleep, instead mum would row him. And dad also couldn't sleep because his fat was obstructing his airway. So dad would fall asleep at work. Which stressed mum out. So she rowed him late at night more. And dad's mind steadily deteriorated.

"You stupid useless man!"

"That useless father of your's."

Dad fell in to a depression, and didn't work for 2 years.

13

Mother: "Ever since you've gotten taller than me, you've been getting very disrespectful."

"No I haven't. I talk to you the same as I always have."

14

Started dressing well at high school and everyone wanted to be around us.

We got excluded from school for badmouthing a teacher on Facebook.

Mother: "Why didn't you tell me about this? Why did I have to get a letter from school? If I find out one more thing you've not told me, I'll have to assume you can't be trusted with internet access."

"Your brother's just told me that on your Facebook it says you're in a relationship with this girl. Is that true?"

And he made us go through and unfriend everyone who wasn't in the religion. Then we had to go back to school and face all our old friends (who were sympathetic, until we were conditioned to hate them).

We were made to dump her over text (SMS).

16

After 2 hours of mother crying.

"Thank you. You're so nice to me. What am I ever going to do without you?"

Middle of the night, sat on the bench where we used to talk to our boy crush 6 months ago.

"Where are you?"

Religious minister, accusatory tone: "What are you doing with yourself these days, hmm?"

17

"Get down here! -I say, I say it's an outrage I tell you!"

Mother: "Your grandad was very upset that you wouldn't come down and speak to him."

"Yeah, but it's not a proper job you've got, is it?"

18

Father: "Come on! You're making us late for the meeting!"

"I'm not going."

"--- w h a t ?"

"I don't believe in god."

"You never loved me for who I am. You only loved me because I was your son."

Mother: "I don't understand. What's the difference?"

"If I was in any other body, you wouldn't care about me."

404 dial-up tone

19

He's right here, in bed, in front of me! This is actually happening!

God, that felt good.

Us: "You're playing the autism card again."

Bf: "So are you."

Bf: "I don't care about your feelings."

22

Mother: "Your grandad looks like he's not gonna make it. This might be your last chance to see him. Are you sure you don't want to come?"

23

Laying on the bed in own home.

"She's gone. She's finally gone!"

Hysteric happy laughter.

24

"Your email was completely unacceptable, and if it ever happens again, I will have no choice but to contact HR."

25

Us: "You only work one day a week. I can't help wondering what your motives are for talking to me. I need to see you making more of an effort to provide for yourself, otherwise who will you come to?"

Mother: "There's your father's pension. We've always provided for ourselves!"

"I saw his 50p balance on the kitchen table. You know his money isn't much, and he's 9 years older than you - what are you going to do when he dies? [Older sister] doesn't speak, [older brother] has moved to Canada, your dad's died. Let's just call it even: you've done things for me, I've done things for you."

"Sounds like you're cutting us off?"

We got back in touch with our childhood gf.

Gf: "It's nice to have things bought for you... What?"

Gf: "It's too much."

26

When a woman gives birth to a baby, she receives a huge dose of oxytocin, which is a major part of the mother-baby bond. She also receives oxytocin from breastfeeding.

"So that's who you loved."

27

Ex-gf: "Take the polyamory bit out - that's why you're not getting anyone."

28

Us: "That's the VMs all nice and split out now, so we don't have over-centralised chaos. Really allows to get much better use out of a laptop with finite RAM, being able to suspend sessions like that."

"Let's see how these DID people organise themselves. You know, just to give us ideas how to organise ourself. Not that we actually have DID. (Yes, saying "we", as we have our whole life whenever talking to ourself/ves alone, which we have always done every day of our life)."

Video: "If you feel like you really relate to a community, then you're probably one of them."

- Notar

#did #did osdd #autism #childhood #endo safe

[mothgodofchaos]

Spook

It’s time for the birthday boy! Math homework was a bitch on top of the massive caffeine crash so I was literally speed writing this. Enjoy.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: blood mention, haunting, knife (unused) Words: 939

You knew that he wasn’t one for big celebrations on his birthday, but you wanted to make this one special for his first birthday together with you. You were used to scouting out all the local haunted spots, and found an abandoned animatronic restaurant nearby that was set to be demolished soon. A perfect opportunity to add a bit more haunting into the ghost hunters’ lives as you brought your electronic demon of a boyfriend along to spend a day having fun and scaring people while you giggled silently from your hiding places.

He was at first begrudgingly coming along, until you pulled into the parking lot, and the hairs on the back of his neck pricked up as he gremlin crouched in the passenger seat. “T’is place haunted?” “Supposed to be.” “If it wasn’t b’fore, it sure will be now!” He excitedly glitches inside, flashes of green fractured through the broken windows as you let out a giggle. You brought along his birthday present, a hunting knife for him, and a few batteries for snacks in case he got hungry while excitedly exploring the abandoned pizza restaurant. You walk in through the front door, or rather around it through the broken front window. You found it humorous that it was still locked, even if the pizzeria closed down nearly a decade ago. The room smells of blood, rot, and cheap pizza sauce. Not unusual for a haunted place since people like to do weird rituals for views on the internet, trying to summon demons and the spirits that haunt the grounds. You always knew if there were any actual demons or spirits around, mostly because Anti would sniff them out in the first place, often scaring them out, or at least keeping them away from you. He was like a guard dog in a sense, always taking his reward in the form of snacks and chin scratches after an investigation.

But this wasn’t a job like any other day, this was a day where he got to go have fun, explore around, and you’d just make sure he stayed away from any amatuer demon traps or pull him out of any territory fights. You looked on stage and found the gaze of the animatronics creepy, you felt as though their eyes were watching you, unblinking. The brown bear stood in the center of the stage, holding a microphone with a small top hat and bowtie. A purple bunny stands off to the right of the bear, holding a worn, broken guitar that may have been red at some point. The third is some kind of bird, but you can’t quite make out if it’s a chicken or duck. Maybe at some point it was wearing an apron or bib, the straps still around its neck, but the clothing is long gone. Their never turning heads give you a sense of security, but you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched all the same. You follow the stage until you reach a curtain in the corner, a deteriorated “OUT OF ORDER” sign in front. A peek behind the curtain reveals nothing there, but you hear the gentle creak of mechanics behind you, until you start hearing loud footsteps, sprinting at you. You turn around to see a rotted fox animatronic sprinting at you, mouth agape and claws ready to slice. You scream for Anti, diving behind the curtain when a familiar metallic giggle rings through the empty birthday room. “YOU MOTHERFUCKING GLITCH BITCH- I DON’T CARE IF IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY I WILL FUCKING EXORCISE YOU-” He stumbles out of the suit, collapsing onto the floor in a hysterical giggle fit, clutching his stomach as his glitching is off the walls. After a few minutes of you standing above him, tapping your foot with your arms crossed in disappointment, his giggles calm and he stands, wiping away a tear from his eye. “Ye should’ve seen yer face! Ye really t’ought ye were goin’t’ die, huh~?” “I will murder you~” He kisses your face with a cheeky grin, before moving to latch onto you, backpack-style. He pokes your cheek with his finger, his other arm around your neck loosely to keep himself from falling off. “Snack time~?” “You done trying to scare me?” “...maybe~” “Anti…” “FINE-” “Thank you~” He grins as you squeeze his hand lovingly, holding batteries up to his lips as he happily munches. You sigh lovingly, enjoying your koala cuddles in the middle of the gross, cold, dark, definitely haunted pizzeria. You walk around a bit more, looking for any other animatronics, wincing as the fox one collapses to the ground. He giggles, which causes you to join in with his laughing this time. “You happy with your birthday celebration, diabhal~?” “Absolutely, acushla~” He piggybacks on you back to the car, where you give him the new knife out of your backpack. He holds it as he gremlin crouches in the passenger seat again, before glitching back into the pizzeria, testing it out on the animatronics once more. You hear him yelp, and glitch back into the car. “GO- GO- GO- GO- GO-” Stepping on the gas, you peel out of the parking lot, seeing glowing eyes through the broken window as the animatronics run up to the front entrance. You see the fox animatronic make a gesture with its hook that you can only assume was an attempted flip off. You glance at Anti, who looks a little spooked himself. “Kids are spooky…” “Of course you did…” You laugh as he blushes bashfully, embarrassed that he was bested by a group of kids. “Happy birthday, Anti~”

#antisepticeye #anti #anti x reader #antisepticeye x reader #jse anti #jse antisepticeye #jse antisepticeye x reader #jse anti x reader #septic egos #jse egos #fnaf #freddy fazbears #happy birthday #glitch bitch #TW: blood mention #TW: haunted #TW: animatronics #TW: knife #electric limeade #chaoswrites

[fatamorushortstorieseng]

Entranced by her golden eyes and singing voice

―Until now, I had only just felt pity for her.

One year had passed since the day of that stormy revolt, and my life was almost completely back to normal. I was less prone to surveying the area, cautious of soldiers arriving, and was less likely to get paranoid that my regular pub has been set up.

However, there was only one thing that had not gone back as it was before.

A young girl I kept by my side after last year’s events.

Though even after all this time, the gap between us was still wide.

“You should stop already.”

I heard a low voice filled with a resignation and life-weariness that I couldn’t imagine coming from a girl of about ten years. Puzzled, I raised my eyebrows and asked her what she meant.

“This ointment… that you’re applying…”

“Huh? If you don’t speak more clearly, I can’t hear you.”

“You should stop applying that ointment. It’s a waste of money,” she said, looking down to hide her face.

A waste of money, huh. I wonder how many times she’d told me those words.

“If I thought it was a waste, I wouldn’t do it. Plus, hey, look at that. The wounds on your arms have gotten remarkably better, haven’t they? Your face will also be the same in no time. When that happens, you won’t need to hide it with this ugly hood anymore.”

She― Morgana had been abused by the lord. Her limbs had been cut by a knife, and her face festered in a disturbing way. When I took her to the brothel after slipping away from the revolt’s chaos, even the prostitutes who should be used to seeing strange things gasped at the oddness of her appearance. What on earth would push that guy to go so far as to inflict wounds like that on her…? I felt indignation and grief, but above all I was dumbfounded. The lord of this city was truly twisted for injuring so badly a little girl like that.

“…Even you should have realized it by now.”

“…Realized what?”

“My face… is beyond healing.”

For a moment, I found myself speechless. I didn’t think that her face couldn’t heal ― however, it was true that this ointment just wasn’t working. The cutting scars were healing, but her face’s inflammation didn’t change, as if her skin had always been like that. There was no amelioration but no deterioration either.

“Don’t say that. I’ll find a different ointment next time, and then―”

“It’s not… a scar.”

“Huh?”

“It’s not a scar. It’s not a disease either…”

…What was she talking about?

I patiently waited for her next words. Morgana’s heart was tightly closed, and she was always talking in a roundabout way like that. Still, she had started to open up a little. I had realized that the more I urged her to speak the less she’d be keen to do it, so I took the decision to hold myself back when this happened. To be frank, I have a short temper. So there are times I get irritated, but if I were to raise my voice we just wouldn’t be able to reach any kind of middle ground.

Morgana glanced up at me. Her eyes had a faint color, and it looked like it was turning from tawny to golden ― even more so during days like these where the sunlight was strong. Although she was just a normal girl, I’ve always felt like those eyes had something magical in them. But I didn’t hate that.

“The lord did not… hurt my face.”

“You say that, but if nothing had happened to it then it wouldn’t be such a―”

“Don’t touch me!”

…Without me noticing, I had tried to reach her face. My hand froze midway, floating in the air, and my eyebrows furrowed instinctively.

…What’s with that tone? I only did this because I was worried here, you know.

It’s already been a year since I’ve started taking care of her, so why did she still refuses to open up her heart a little more? No, wait… calm down, don’t get frustrated. I should know better than anyone that her circumstances are too special. Her trauma won’t heal after just a year, it’s just not enough. Maria said it too, didn’t she? “So plan on at least three years of ice-breaking if you wanna get through to her.”

I let out the sigh I’d been holding on, then turned my palms towards her to show her I was inoffensive.

“Morgana, I don’t mean you any harm. I’m not like the lord. I’m not going to do something like hurting you. Please understand that.”

“…”

“…So. What did you mean earlier?”

She glared at me like a threatening cat, then hung down her head again.

“I… was surely punished… Because my Father found me defiled… He was… angry that my… blood… was used for such feasts…”

“Huh? Hey, I couldn’t hear the last bit at all. Say it once more.”

“…”

“Silent treatment again, huh.”

Still, what was that about her father? Don’t tell me that Morgana was not only being abused by the lord, but by her father as well? Was her face’s scars from that time?

“Hey, where’s your father right now?”

If that was the case, I had to find her old man and have a few words with him.

“…”

“…Morgana.”

“…Over there.”

She slowly raised her arm to point at the heavens. I followed her fingertip, and my stare pierced through the blue sky.

“Did he die?”

“…”

“Hey, what does that mean?”

“…”

“You really are a weird kid.”

I let out a sigh, though I couldn’t help but smile a little as well.

This was the first time she had ever talked about her family. It felt like I could carry on the conversation in that direction.

“Hey, Morgana. You don’t have to go back to the lord and you don’t have to be scared of your father ever again. This is the slums, so of course poverty is going to be in the way, but even so there is a huge difference between now and how it was before for you, right?”

“…”

“So don’t be so stubborn. If you’re ever in trouble, you can go talk to the girls. Well, I don’t mind if you come talk to me either.”

“I don’t need to talk.”

“…I see.”

I gently grabbed her arm as the corners of her mouth turned down. Given she kept refusing I do her face, I was going to apply the ointment only starting from the arms today. It would be nice if one day all of her body could completely heal. I really wanted to see what her real face looked like. It was hard to imagine as it was now, but I’m sure that when she’ll be cured her golden eyes will glow even more. And then, when her wounds will be all healed, I’ll give her a new colorful outfit. Though no matter how I think about it, she’ll probably hate it. But well, I don’t think she’s ever been one to dress herself up in her life until now, so it should be fine to do it once in a while, right?

“…Say.”

“What?”

“What you’re humming…”

As she said this, I realized I had effectively been humming a song to myself.

It’s the type of melodies that you can hear all the time in places like pubs or brothels, so there shouldn’t be anything odd about me humming it now ― or so I thought.

…But somehow, I felt like I’d done something weirdly embarrassing. Just when I was about to say an excuse like ‘Sorry for having let you heard something awkward,’ she let out a small sigh.

“I quite like that song.”

“…”

What did she say right now? The same Morgana who always reject everything just told me she liked something?

“What is it?”

Perhaps I’d been staring at her for too long without realizing it, because her eyes took on a dubious shine as she faced me. Now I felt at a loss as to how to respond without suspiciously dodging the topic.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I absolutely love your song. The prostitutes sing it often too, right? So it just got stuck in my head.”

“I-Is that so.”

Hey, in that case why don’t you try singing it too?

If she did, maybe that depressed voice could brighten up a bit. If there’s one thing poor people and prostitutes alike never miss to do, it was singing. It was because they believe songs have life-changing powers.

My thoughts were circling in my head like that, however before I could say anything ― this suddenly started to flow in my ears.

“―”

In a very, very small voice, she started humming that song ― a melody that seemed to be on the verge of vanishing when the breeze blows, but even more limpid than anything I’d ever heard. Even the wind that shook the grass and the flowers stopped for her at that exact moment.

―What is this?

Even though she always, always only express herself in a low whisper.

Even though the only times I remember her speaking properly, it’s when she’s preaching God’s words about this or that in a detached voice.

Even though even when I apply the ointment, she never says a single word of thanks.

Even though she’s only ever emotionless.

Despite all of this…

You… this is…

It’s unfair.

This is just so―

“…”

I could do nothing but keep silent. Even I honestly, obediently felt like I didn’t want to interrupt her singing voice. Please, makes it so that this moment can keep on for a long time―

And so, even if it was out of character for me, I prayed.

                                                                    ◇◇◇

I opened my eyes with a burning sore throat. The bed’s canopy vaguely entered my field of vision, but as always it appeared as flabby and distorted. I barely managed to focus my attention, got off the bed and poured water directly into my throat from the flask.

I squeezed it a few times, and noticing the soft liquid rolling down my cheek, I roughly wiped it off. The sigh I spat out was tinged with heat.

I headed towards the window, and checked what time it was thanks to the moon’s position. In the end, it seemed I hadn’t even slept a little, and even if I relied on alcohol, my condition stayed awful.

“Morgana, I don’t mean you any harm. I’m not like the lord. I’m not going to do something like hurting you. Please understand that.”

In my dreams, my past self kept blaming me. Why had I not been able to stay like that? Where did I go wrong? Even though I had myself said I would never hurt her, in the end I was the one who made her fall into despair.

Illuminated by the moonlight, a church far away in the distance came into my view.

On the top floor of that watchtower was the girl I loved.

No, using ‘love’ was much too insulting now. I was not qualified to have those feelings anymore.

“On the day of the festival, without fail…”

I had a concealed dagger inside my pocket. It was originally meant for self-defense, but now I intended to hand it over to her. I just didn’t know how else to save her anymore, so all I could do was to give her this life.

I know.

It was a very shallow solution.

But even so, I was already―

I couldn’t do anything else.

After all, even doing something like apologizing―

―felt like a horrible thing to do…

#The House in Fata Morgana #FataMoru #Jacopo Bearzatti #Morgana #Morgana FataMoru #Fata Morgana #Fata Morgana no Yakata #Novect #Keika Hanada #THE BOOK - Guide to the Cursed Mansion #House in Fata Morgana #THE BOOK #Entranced by her golden eyes and singing voice #TheHouseinFataMorgana #FataMoru Short Stories #Short Story #Hanada Keika #The House in Fata Morgana - The BOOK #Guidebook

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Fifteen: Crisis in Three-Month Relationship

Summary: Being a psychic is not an ideal life, at least for Saiki Kusuo. Didn’t you read/watch The Disastrous Life of Saiki K to know that? Still, this isn’t about him, not really. Instead, let’s focus on his one and only friend, Akari Watanabe, who is also quite abnormal. You might not believe that Saiki would actually have a friend, but that’s what fanfictions are about, right?  

Word Count: 3384

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DURING A BREAK IN BETWEEN CLASSES, THE students were gossiping with each other. The boys grouped up with each other and talked about their interactions with girls or their exes while the girls gossiped about their past relationships. One boy asked his friend, “Did you break up with Minako?”

The boy shushed him, “You are too loud.”

“You’re single again.” A different boy laughed slightly.

His other friend jested, “Welcome back.”

A girl across the class scoffed as she talked with her own friends, “My ex-boyfriend was too jealous.”

Kusuo grunted as he and Akari listened to the chatter of their classmates. The pair were trying to ignore their conversations about such trivial things as relationships. “Good grief. It is the season of breakups.” It’s true, it seemed like exactly after three months, some relationships start to deteriorate and end. And it was now that time of year. 

Akari glanced around the room in a bit of annoyance and uninterest, ‘I know relationships don’t always last, but why is it always three months?’ She has no idea what it’s like to be in a relationship, and the ones that she’s seen of her parents and the Saikis is a bit extreme in some cases. Really they’re examples of true love. Something that teenagers might not find on the first try. Though who knows. Akari and Kusuo sure have stuck around each other long enough, right? Though what does that have anything to do with true love? Ha ha ha…. ha.

“I don’t understand the excitement.” He commented as he could feel the intense stare bruning on the side of his face, “I don’t understand Yumehara. Chiyo Yumehara.” Said girl was staring at the psychic in the same love-sick manner that she had done about three months prior. Her rosy cheeks and half-lidded eyes were pinpointing Kusuo in his spot as she sighed dreamily, no doubt daydreaming about him. She obviously couldn’t see Akari, despite the shadow-manipulator sitting right besides him on his desk. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she grew feelings for me.” Now a quick flashback to a few chapters ago when Yumehara was trying to talk with him. Along with how each attempt was foiled by either Kusuo or Akari. “She has tried to approach me. We have managed to block each attempt. I thought she gave up and dated another boy.” Apparently she then thought about what Kusuo was like, which was completely wrong. Kusuo scowled as he heard her thoughts, “Get your eyes checked.”

‘It’s quite strange to me how she can like you even though the image that she has of you is completely wrong.’ Akari thought. She’s never had a crush, so perhaps she doesn’t understand it completely. However, she does know that whatever fantasy Yumehara has of Kusuo is completely distorted. He told her what he’s seen in Yumehara’s thoughts, and honestly, she laughed a bit at it. Yumehara has never really even spoken to Kusuo, so how could she say that she has a crush on him when she doesn’t actually know what he’s like? Sure, she knows people can grow feelings towards someone just based on looks, so perhaps that’s what Yumehara has done. Akari can’t say for sure, she’s not the mind reader. Though Akari couldn’t really blame her if that's the case. 

Oh~ Akari~, where did that come from? Huh, huh?

“I see, the season of breakups is coming for her.” Kusuo commented with a roll of his eyes, breaking Akari out of that train of thought.  He sighed heavily, hearing all of the grievances that she has with her boyfriend. “Good grief. I don’t care about the romance of others. But if they break up, she will start bothering me again. It can’t be helped. I will become the shelter protecting their love umbrella.”

Akari lazily turned to her friend, ‘You probably should have just told her you weren’t interested before.’ She shrugged her shoulders and acted uninterested, since she had told him to do that beforehand. A small snicker slipped past her lips due to her friend's misfortune, ‘Maybe then you wouldn’t have this issue.’

Kusuo scowled at her, not really willing to admit that she may have been right, “Tsk.”

So the duo decided to head out of their classroom to get a look at Yumehara’s boyfriend. Afterall, it’s his fault for not being a good boyfriend for Yumehara to have a crush on Kusuo yet again. They walked down the corridor to find her boyfriend, Takeru Shinoda. The last time they saw him, he was being romantically poetic with Yumehara which instantly caused the girl to fall for him. So what could he be doing that could cause her to be infatuated with Kusuo once again?

The two peered through the door into the other classroom where Takeru was laughing with his friends. “Are you serious?”

“That must be Takeru,” Kusuo commented.

“That’s so funny!” The boy laughed only for his mouth to suddenly click as his jaw seemingly dislocated. Akari cringed at the sound and shivered slightly, it was a bit of a disturbing sight. “My jaw…” Geeze, it really is disturbing, even as an animation.

His friends were also in shock as they watched him “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine.” He waved them off as he put his jaw back into place, “That hurts. Sorry.”

His friends around him just stared at him in uncertainty as one said hesitantly, “Sorry for making you laugh.”

“The mood is ruined,” Good job stating the obvious Kusuo.

After fixing his mouth, the spikey-haired boy's friend asked him, “Takeru, how are things with your girlfriend?”

The teen flashed them a thumbs up, “Perfect.”

“Not at all,” Kusuo deadpanned.

Akari shook her head, ‘how is it that he can’t see how his relationship is deteriorating with Yumehara?’ She tapped her chin, ‘perhaps she’s doing a good job of hiding it?’

After school, Akari and Kusuo kept to the shadows and followed Yumehara. It’s not that they necessarily cared, but they wanted to see just how bad the relationship between Yumehara and Takeru was. If anything, as long as Yumehara turned her attention away from Kusuo then it was fine. If Takeru had to be that person, then they were going to make sure that the couple stayed together.

Using her shadows, Akari made sure to keep herself and Kusuo out of sight as they waited for Takeru to show up. Yumehara was also waiting for him at the front of the doors. The expression on her face didn’t give any sort of hope for her relationship with Takeru. 

Takeru joivally waltzed up to his girlfriend, “Sorry to make you wait. I can now protect your heart from rain…” Ah, there he goes with that same poetic saying.

“It’s okay.” Yumehara said with a dead expression, “I just got here.”

Akari shook her head slowly, really she shouldn't have expected anything else. ‘She’s definitely not hiding it.’

So the couple started to head towards the gates. Takeru asked Yumehara, “Do you want to go somewhere?”

The girl shrugged her shoulders, certainly not invested in her boyfriend as she should be, “I don’t care.”

Not hearing her uncaring tone or her expression devoid of emotion, Takeru smiled widely, “Let’s take a little detour.”

“I can’t go too far.” They two trotted off, Yumehara not that enthusiastic about being with her boyfriend, and Takeru being more than excited about their date. These two really are night and day at the moment.

Kusuo and Akari watched them go from behind a pillar. The pink-hair psychic raised an eyebrow just a little bit, “It is far from perfect.”

So sticking to the shadow, thanks to Akari, the superpowered duo followed after the couple and kept an eye on them. No, it’s not weird or creepy. They just want to make sure that Yumehara’s relationship is sufficient enough to stop her from having a crush on Kusuo. Okay, maybe it’s a little bit weird. 

“How about a game center?” Takeru suggested to Yumehara as they walked down the street in town.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, “I’ll pass.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Nowhere in particular.”

‘How blind is this guy?’ Akari wondered in a bit of disbelief. Sure, she didn’t have the greatest understanding of social interactions,(since she rarely talks to anyone outside of her family, the Saikis, and only like two other people) but she could definitely see how blatantly Yumehara didn’t want to be there. Really if she were not enjoying her day, shouldn’t she just tell him that? Saves them all the trouble of having to deal with this love issue.

“This is worse than I thought.” Kusuo commented as he stared at Yumehara’s likability meter for her boyfriend, “Yumehara’s rating of Takeru is now at 57 points. It keeps dropping.” You see, the likability meter is a telepathic ability that Kusuo has. He’s able to read everyone's mind and calculate a likability based out of 100. MJ would have explained that during the short episode titled ‘Hot-Blooded! Dodgeball!’ but Akari was obviously not a part of it, so she just skipped over it. Back to the problem at hand, Kusuo read Yumehara’s thoughts who was currently lamenting the fact that Takeru didn’t remember his anniversary with Yumehara. “I see. Women care about special dates. I know because my mother is like that every month. Does Takeru remember?” Nope, the boy wasn’t even thinking about that. “Too bad. I’ll have to tell him.” He then used his telepathy to remind Takeru, “Three months.”

The thought then struck Takeru, “Three months?”

“What?” Yumehara gasped, her cheeks starting to flush as her boyfriend “remembered”. “Did you remember our three month anniversary? I’m so glad.” Her likability meter spiked up to 68.

Kusuo grunted at the promising sign, “Good.”

“Of course,” Takeru said confidently, “I have a present, too.”

“Really?” Yumehara exclaimed as her likability once again jumped higher to 71. It really doesn’t take a lot for people’s likability meters to change, does it?

“His rating improved, but does he really have a present?” Kusuo asked.

Akari watched the interaction, not being able to see the likability meter, and crossed her arms over her chest. ‘Seeing as he didn’t remember their anniversary, I’d say he doesn’t.’

Just as Akari thought to Kusuo, Takeru was internally panicking. Kusuo didn’t even blink since he was expecting that, “It was a bluff.” Though it turns out that he thought some half-eaten squid jerky was a suitable enough present. Which it isn’t. “She isn’t an old man.”

Yumehara had her eyes closed as Takeru held the food in front of her proudly as if he had done a more than acceptable thing. “Can I open them?”

“Sure.” 

Kusuo then jumped into action throwing a punk stuffed bunny towards them, “Of course not!”

The bunny slid right into Takeru’s hand. So instead of presenting Yumehara with a horrid gift like squid jerky, he instead was giving her a cute present. Yumehara gasped, “It’s so cute! What a lovely bunny!”

Akari turned to her friend in surprise, ‘Where did you get that?’

“She did look closely at that before.” He explained, “Good thing I bought it just in case. I am taking ¥3,900 from your wallet later.”

“What a lovely present!” Yumehara giggled, “I smelled squid before. I knew that couldn’t be my present.”

Takeru sweatdropped, “Of course not.”

So for the rest of the afternoon, Akari and Kusuo trailed after Yumehara and Takeru. They kept an eye on them and made sure that Takeru didn’t do anything to ruin his image in front of Yumehara. So they followed them through the arcade to help Takeru impress Yumehara by winning her a few prizes. At one point, even Kusuo helped get Akari a stuffed black cat. The little stuffed animal had caught her eye at one point as they were leaving the game center. Barely catching how her eyes trailed at it, Kusuo used his powers to get it. It has wide yellow eyes that reminded him of her own yellow eyes while it was soft to the touch.

To say that Akari was surprised by the stuffed animal being presented to her was an understatement. It was even more of a surprise to see that it was from Kusuo. Sure, over the years the two have gotten each other gifts. They wouldn’t be friends if they didn’t give each other christmas gifts or birthday presents from time to time. However, they always had a reason to do it, such as holidays and such. This time though was spontaneous. She took the cute little stuffed cat from him in bewilderment as they continued out of the arcade. While Kusuo worked to help make the date between Takeru and Yumehara was perfect, Akari was thinking over the fact that people could think that she and Kusuo were also on a date.

Not only that, but Akari noticed how Kusuo seemed to know what to do for Yumehara to make her happy with Takeru. It’s true, he has an advantage of being able to read her mind to know what she wants from her boyfriend. Still it didn’t stop Akari from feeling both a little uneasy and intrigued. She was intrigued at seeing how Kusuo may think about being on a date. This obviously isn’t his date. However, she couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like on a date of his own. With how? Well she hoped it would be- 

Akari shook her head at the sudden thought. Her long hair flying around like a black curtain as she squeezed her eyes tightly and held her new stuffed animal to her chest. Where had her thoughts been going there? Who had she been hoping for!? It still didn’t help explain the uneasy feeling of how she didn’t like to think that it was anyone else besides… Well, she can’t think about that right now.

It’s not that she thought that this was a date or wanted it to be. It was just from an outside perspective, someone might think that she and Kusuo were on a date, right? They were going to places together, not with the sole purpose to spend time together, but they were still there with each other. Not only that but they always are together at any moment they can be, so she took that into consideration. Kusuo even got her a gift from the arcade. She looked down at the cat in her arms who stared up at her with matching yellow eyes. Question was; did either her or Kusuo want this to be a date?

Though Kusuo didn’t even notice her thoughts, too distracted by trying to help Takeru on his own date. Despite those little instances between Kusuo and Akari, they were still able to continue their task at hand. Thanks to Kusuo, Takeru’s rating continued to rise until it had finally reached 90 points.

Yumehara smiled widely, seemingly forgetting any sort of grievance that she might have had with her boyfriend beforehand, “Today was so much fun!”

“Right?” Takeru agreed happily, “Let’s get food.”

His girlfriend nodded her head, “Okay.”

He caught sight of a burger joint and started to point at it, “There’s a hamburger…”

“Okonomiyaki,” Kusuo then put the thought into his head, steering his attention away from the burger place.

“Okonomiyaki.”

Yumehara gasped for like the hundredth time that day, “All right! I was just thinking that I wanted to eat okonomiyaki!”

The likability meter rose even higher now reaching 95 points out of 100. There’s not way that this could go wrong any further, right? Kusuo nodded his head at the accomplishment he made today, a successful mission, it seemed. “His rating is so high that he could propose to her right now. They won’t break up now.”

“Welcome.” The host of the restaurant greeted the couple, “A party of two?”

Takeru seemingly exploded at the man with a scowl, “Isn’t that obvious? Show us our seats!” And so began the downfall of the likability meter. It started to free fall quite quickly. First from 95 to 67 after Takeru’s rudeness to the host. The two then got to their table and took their shoes off, “I am hungry.” It once again fell from 67 to 49 at the terrible stench of Takeru’s feet. Once they got their food, Takeru started eating with his chopsticks in a strange way and talking with his mouth full, “Let’s eat!” That was the last straw. Now Yumehara’s likability meter for her boyfriend was at 0, how sad.

“I can’t take it anymore!” Yumehara cried dramatically and ran out of the restaurant, “Goodbye!”

“Hey!” Takeru yelled through his stuffed mouth, “What happened?”

Akari facepalmed, ‘Teenagers are so oblivious.’

“Right,” Kusuo deadpanned, “Humans can ruin their image in a second.”

The Shadow-manipulator groaned, “Seems like that was for nothing.” She voiced out loud, the first time talking with her voice now that she was certain her and Kusuo were alone.

“Possibly,” Kusuo grunted along with her.

The two then started to turn around to head home. “I don’t understand how Yumehara could be so… fickle with her relationship.”

Kusuo glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. His violet irises glinting inquisitively from behind his green glasses. “What do you mean?”

Akari sighed through her nose and tried to come up with the right words. “There are quirks that are a part of everyone. Little things that make people who they are, and sure some of them aren’t the best, but if you love someone you should be able to look past them.” As they walked, Akari brushed her fingers through the soft fur of her new plushy. Something that Kusuo noticed her doing. “Yumehara had a problem with them, that’s obvious. And if it’s been like that for a while, then she should have told him that instead of keeping it bottled up.” She sighed, “She’s not good with communication it seems.”

Kusuo stared at her with a small dip in the corner of his lips. “You know quite a bit about being in a relationship.” Did that mean that Akari has had experience with relationships? He knows everything about her, but could there be a small bit that he doesn’t know? Like her having a significant other?

“It’s not anything like that…” Akari coughed out, surprised that he would say that. She didn’t even notice that Kusuo was now a bit sullen at his own thoughts. “It’s just… we talk, well, not necessarily talk but if we have a problem with each other we tell each other that we’re annoyed or something.” She paused her steps to turn to him fully and motioned between them, “We don’t gloss over something we don’t like. You tell me, and I tell you clearly. Even if there are things that we don’t like about each other we don’t continue to hate it or anything. We accept it.” As friends, the two of them are quite clear and open with how they feel. Well, relatively. They can read each other pretty well, as stated before in previous chapters. So if one of them is annoyed with the other they fix it or at least state what’s wrong. They don’t just ignore it or anything.

Kusuo looked at her with a small tilt of his head, “Are you saying that we’re in a relationship?”

“Of course not!” Akari jumped at the accusation and waved her hands frantically. “I’m just saying, if we can do it as friends, then Yumehara could have been able to do it with her boyfriend.”

In her mind, she definitely thinks that it’s a logical assumption to make. If they could have this strong of communication(outloud or telepathic) between them, then Yumehara could do the same between herself and her boyfriend. Akari has no experience when it comes to having a boyfriend or anything, but she does know at least how to have a relationship with an extremely good and close friend. It couldn’t be that different, right? 

Who’s gonna tell her that she and Kusuo really do act like a couple already? You? Me? Nah, we’ll let them figure it out on their own.

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[radparadisetriumph]

So here I go!!! I'm writing this to the so-called Bryan Vance Chandler family and friends. I am his wife my name is Kimberly Chandler and I want you all to know that one day you're going to know how much pain you caused me by not allowing me to have what belong to me. my husband my belongings my memories my bryan no matter what you all think... heard.... seen.. or wonderd about us. GO f*** yourself! really. because there's love in passion and there's love in hate. I hate you guys!! wasn't it bad enough that I went through all these years with your brother being insecure lonely sad he didn't even want anything to do with you guys really and you never wanted anything to do with him its all that fake Mormon facade do what we have to do but not what we need to do well you know what I'm not stopping I've gone all the way to the government the VA affairs lawyers psychiatrist doctors you name it you are not going to take what I just spent the last 24 years of my life invested on and this is to you Julie Smith his sister the one that has my husband's ashes how dare you how would you feel if I came and took Courtney away from you how would you feel not even tell you what happened you're Brother wasn't right in the head. he's been deteriorating for years but y'all don't want to see that you want to see only what you want to see. You all act like everything's my fault. I fucked him up right?? What about you guys??huh??like u all didn't f***** him up too. so get ready cuz we're going to war he was my husband he is my husband he's my TMD my Truly Madly Deeply so y'all better brace yourself for a shit storm cuz here it comes you done f****** pissed mother fuck off!

you'res sincerely

mrs Bryan vance Chandler. Married Valentine's Day 2005.

Stated dating 1999.

I pray everyday that God give me control because I'm just getting started you guys are in the wrong you're mean hurtful hateful human beings and I just pray that I get to go see your brother before I have to deal with you all because you guys are awful people my husband my belongings my memories my baby I still hear him say hi darling so I'll just put my phone number out there for you in case you want to do something that's right in your life and give me back what's rightfully mine it's 307 433-7081 you can also email me at [email protected]. I swear to God I'm not stopping until I get back what Bryan and I decided we were going to do when we died and that was mix our ashes together. anyway I wish you all the worst I have no pleasant thoughts about you guys and I hope you get right with God someday. I don't know if she can though because God sees my pain and you guys are just playing right evil good luck with God you can try and do the right thing maybe maybe he'll help you in the end but what you guys have done is wrong and I wish you all the luck with God like I said you can reach me at any time I hardly sleep anymore I've had a many stroke already so hey obviously anyway it's respect and it's a f****** point and I'm going to make it I am his wife he belongs with me

[thenexusofsouls]

Mantis narrowed her eyes a little. Prince Nuada was clearly arrogant. Abundantly arrogant. Ridiculously arrogant. And yet, his words regarding his people were… sincere. Mantis didn’t need to touch him to know he was telling the truth; the emotion in his voice was enough. “I’m sorry your people are going through that,” she said, her tone gentle and sympathetic. “You must really care about them.” She wrung her hands. A part of her struggled to fully accept that sometimes hatred was justified. Sometimes it was earned. Sometimes it was a perfectly natural response to being hurt and wronged. But indulging in it… was a dangerous mindset to have. Ego had planned the Expansion over his disappointment, which, as an emotion, was less intense than hatred. If disappointment could lead to such horrific acts, Mantis couldn’t imagine what hatred could lead up to. It was far more dangerous than most realized. “Hatred can deteriorate into something self-righteous even when it’s justified. It breeds more hatred. Prince, you are taking the despicable actions of some humans and blaming them all as a whole, and… I’m sorry, but I don’t see the logic in that. Perhaps you could explain it to me. I seek to understand, not judge.” …Unlike you, she wanted to add. “Whoever said I was wise, anyway?” she mumbled as Nuada pulled that word out of his ass. Apparently getting imprisoned in a glass cage like she had been was a sign of wisdom… or he was being sarcastic. She did not know.

Mantis ignored his question about those she loved being murdered by humans. Quill was half human, so she wasn’t sure how that would work. Would her love for him cancel out her hatred? She didn’t have the answer, and she didn’t need to. She did not want to think about anything bad happening to the Guardians. Gamora was already gone, even though there was a version of her past self going around, but it was not the same. Mantis missed her very much, and she did not need to think about losing anyone else.

She nearly flinched when he called her abilities ‘useful’. It gave her a sense of familiarity. Yes, her powers were useful, and that had been the only reason why her father chose to spare her life. Ego killed his offspring, but he kept her because she was useful. The meaning of the word had become so distorted after a lifetime of living with the knowledge that all her value, all her worth was based on how useful her powers could be. A sigh fell from her lips as she rubbed her forehead. Nuada was just expressing admiration, and she didn’t know how to respond. She felt the urge to cry, but she didn’t, refusing to let one word break her because it matched the label Ego gave her.

“Yes, I hear that often,” she chose to say instead; her quiet, calm tone masking the avalanche of negative emotions triggered within her. “And I’m pretty sure that’s why this merchant captured me in the first place. Clearly they need to sell something, so they can keep this, uh… this…” Mantis tilted her head as she watched the candy cane, still not knowing what it was. “Well, that.” She had to admit Nuada’s smile confused her; one second he was angry because she said that hatred was bad and the next he seemed to express approval for her powers. “You don’t think it’s bad? That I can do this, I mean. Usually, powers like mine are frowned upon, and… you smile. It’s confusing. You’re confusing me.” She looked down pensively as Nuada offered to show her the exit. “Thank you, but I’m not leaving without my friend Drax. He’s probably starting a fight… I should have brought Groot…” she said for the second time that day. “The Market, huh?” Mantis repeated, taking a good look around. “This place is beautiful. I don’t mind staying until I find him.”

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Nuada found it impossible to stay irritated with Mantis for very long. There was something very innocent about her in the way she spoke her mind in a very direct and genuine way. He appreciated her honesty, even if she was sometimes saying things he didn’t want to hear. It was refreshing, honestly, to have someone willing to question him. His people had fallen into a sedate apathy with their situation, and most humans feared him. Mantis, however, seemed to have no problem giving him a piece of her mind, oblivious to the consequences that others feared so much from him. He respected her for her directness even if she didn’t see eye to eye with him. His defensiveness, at least with regard to his demeanor and tone, softened considerably when she said she sought to understand, not judge. It was very rare that anyone cared in that way, or bothered to ask in any serious manner for Nuada to explain his side of things.

“You do not see the logic because you have seen but a small portion of their greed, selfishness, and shortsightedness. You have not lived with it for millennia. Nevertheless, as my father says, such is the human condition. They are, by their very nature, greedy, selfish, and short-sighted. My father chose to have compassion for them and the way they have been made, and he would let that compassion be the ruin of all elves and many more. He would, and has been, so very understanding of the human condition, that he has done nothing to stop the death and suffering of his own people, of the earth, and of races worldwide. 

“I say the humans have had enough time to be young and new and learn their place among all of nature’s creatures. They have had enough time to learn and to see beyond the failings of their condition and yet they do not change. If nothing is done, the humans will destroy, poison, taint, and murder until they are the only ones left standing upon a barren, dead Earth. I refuse to allow that, and so I have decided to do something about it. And for that... for not being willing to lay down and die along with those I love... I am condemned as a traitor, as cruel, or as you have already labeled me... hateful. Tell me... with what love and kindness have the humans decimated all but a few hundred of my people? With what delicate forethought have they caused the extinction of plant and animal species that will never be seen by this world again? I am to forgive them their careless apathy, their selfish obliviousness... but my hatred, a direct response to what they have done, is somehow unwarranted? I think not.”

And yet... it was a complex topic that could not be debated with a single argument’s exchange. He found himself wanting to debate it more with Mantis, since she seemed willing to not only listen, but to provide him with genuine questions and counter arguments. Intellectual debate was something he was not lucky enough to engage in wit as much frequency as he would prefer. However, now was neither the time nor the place for that. He did add, however, that, “If all humans are not equally responsible for what has become of my people, then where are those who would fight for us? Hmm? Where are those who accept and value us? What are they doing to help? I see none... because there are none. Do you not think that I have not tried to talk to them? To educate and enlighten them? Or to show them what their selfish actions have wrought? Of course I have. Many times, over the centuries. The hatred you are so quick to condemn is not impulsive. Rather it is the culmination of many centuries of repeated attempts to make them see the error of their ways and being met only with mockery, violence, and disinterest. So now I am finished talking to them. It is time to act.” He held out his hand in a conversational manner to Mantis. “By all means, if you disagree, we can discuss it further. But not here. We can move somewhere quieter if you would like to continue.”

“Power of any kind is never bad,” Nuada said when Mantis questioned his smile. “It is only how it used that can become so. Your power is rare. There are not many races left who can accomplish it. For that reason, I think it very beautiful. Diversity... is beautiful. Anything flourishing that has not yet been beaten down or destroyed by humankind is a gift to the world. Nature contains many facets, many shades. I am delighted to have had the privilege of seeing one of yours,” he said with a sincerity that was deeply felt. The humans had long ago lost any and all magic, from what he had seen, and what magic remained in the non-human world was redundant, basic, and very commonplace. Anytime Nuada came across a supernatural power that was reminiscent of the Old World he once knew, it made him genuinely happy.

When she said she refused to leave until her friend was found but that she did not mind staying until she did, Nuada nodded. “Come. If he is as excitable as you say, then he should not be difficult to find. In the meantime, you can wait with me.” He led her through the Market, making sure she didn’t get lost in the chaotic shuffle of it all, partway down to his home. On the stone stairs leading downward, there were many pairs of bark children lounging about. Some of them waved to Nuada when they saw him coming. He stopped and crouched down, motioning for them to gather around him.

“This one is searching for her friend,” he said in Gaelic, gesturing up to Mantis. A few tiny hands waved to her. “By her own description, he is large and excitable as Mr. Wink. You know how Wink gets sometimes when he has had too much wine?” he asked with a smile. Many tiny giggles ensured. “He will be someone you have never seen before in the Market, but he is likely to be disruptive and thus not difficult to find. Can you locate him for me and let us know where he is?” Many tiny heads nodded. “Thank you.”

As he watched them scamper off, some of them into crevasses in the walls and others back up into the Market, he stood and turned to Mantis. “The children travel quickly through passageways in the stone and communicate just as quickly by creating relays. They will find him and get word back to us before long.” With that he continued down the stairs into his home beneath the market. “Would you like some tea while we wait?”

#muse: nuada bethmoora

[the-firebird69]

A lot of marlocks are saying some weird things and say he was set you up no he didn't it was just saying it out loud

A question of you and it's quite interesting you see having all these clones you see and we were getting deteriorated badly so we had you attack them. I have a few more doses and they say this we had it with you a long time ago and had your own son attack you.

Now I figured something out our friend here said someone has this guy lit up and he's taking over everybody's stuff thinking that they're lackluster and that's what we noticed my phone Corky doing it so there's some merit to it then I found this guy doing it that's different than Corky the cookie you're an idiot cookie LOL since we look just like him I'm saying cookie got really mad it said yelled at me what are you having me drugged up for talking if you're not going to listen we're the ones who did it and with him too you know about Jen Merrick and Melissa Paris he's dropping names are extremely angry inside of yelling it we have them do it and do it we haven't collecting the sperm he said saying he's trying to hit me no I'm not you're having to do it do it. He started laughing loudly and he said this you did not get away with it yeah that's what you're doing you're trying to make it so it didn't work it didn't work and working he started laughing and laughing and laughing I said we're incompetent that's for damn sure did you notice that Olivia was as big as a f****** blimp and Melissa looks almost like her I mean I could have snuck her out of there with 500 kids she's like a damn blimp look at Alicia say almost as big as Olivia so the little kid is making his noises like a cruise lighter makes and I figured out something you didn't do the job correctly he doesn't know apparently not you don't like them race they don't like us cuz they're so stupid baby Corky can recant the lines so Corky started rattling out tons of times he's calling him stupid but for real because that doesn't amount to anything you started laughing again and he wanted another shot of nitrogen and I said I think you've had enough he said he didn't do it we did it because we're incompetent I said you didn't come anywhere near here instead of laughing and said oh please it's not what we mean. Yeah right up to the governor's ballroom had a chuck full to the brim.... Well he started splitting the gut laughing he said there's way too much of this stuff going on it's unsupervised same place is pretty big under there I mean do you think I can have such huge areas I started laughing my ass off cuz he started calculator I said do not give it an answer and your big question for Christ's sake try to look at me a little so he looks at me when he's gay eyes you start giggling I said laughing my ass off, I said we're trying to stop until I hear this voice saying it's favino and I'm saying sauce because you guys will go after him is that all the bases he just keeps reloading from below and mining stuff out I also got real serious is it I don't think that they're doing it there's a few things I can't figure out now the borg ship and the relationship with the mega AI a few other things that seem to be a question to Tommy like the Hudson Bay experiment and everything went silent it started to wonder something what's really going on here are these people being retrofitted let me see pictures and most of them have brains and no no devices so it looks around and said someone said that the commanders on the base where robotic people and we said that sucked so he did a study and find out something these clones are lying so it's a good day this goes to show you that our friend here is lying about a lot of stuff because Tommy f is impressive in the living crap out of him

Mac

I did good huh I held my ground and I wasn't mean and it worked

A cork

Yes Courtney did great because it's not everything is made to destroy your father by you in this case the sun decided to turn on and for a good reason a real reason and it wasn't really your decision and it told me about it recently though and it's pure logic but you have to stop him of course anyone would because he's a huge force and almost unstoppable

Zues Hera

Yes I know about it he's a rebel but he is bigger than his father and everybody else goodbye now we're in trouble and we see why

Cork2

[bennifits]

Pretend this is rice!

A/N: been rewatching old parks and rec out of context stuff and i remembered the bit where Ron gets married again :) thought this would be funny.

Summary: u and daryl get married, shenanigans ensue.

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It was a lovely afternoon at the prison, the sun was at a stage in the sky where it’s not quiet sunset but the oranges and pinks in the sky are slowly starting to show. It has been quiet for the past few days, maybe a week and a bit now, with nothing having gone wrong or nothing bad has happened. The fence was fairly sparse which gave people time to work on slightly and improving the integrity that has deteriorated over time, reinforcing the posts of the fence while also stabbing at the walkers to keep them from interrupting the work. But it was an easy job done by at least 4 people. Maggie and Glenn were a part of those chosen four people, with the both of them working on keeping the walkers off the workers, while the other two who were construction workers before everything went to hell from Woodbury worked on the reinforcements.

They were both just relieved for the day with the other two workers. Heading back into the prison when they spot Daryl and Y/N walking up to them. Glenn's favourite couple holding hands.

Ever since those two met, (and Glenn realising a few things before they did) he had been trying everything in his power to set them up, only took almost a freak accident of Daryl getting bit on a run for Y/N to shout her feelings at him for the world to hear and Daryl returning them. Glenn swore he would have squealed and jumped for joy if he was not fighting for his life pushing against a door with the other side being a shit load of walkers trying to get in.

"America's second favourite couple!" he goes, both groups slowing down their walking for a quick hello, meeting halfway.

"Second?" You ask

Glenn gestures to him and Maggie, causing her to blush a little bit.

"Going on a late run?" Maggie quickly, getting down to business.

Before you could say anything, Daryl interjects "Going to see Rick"

"Is something wrong?" he asks, it had been a bit too quiet recently.

"No" he replies, tugging on Y/N's hand to rush her along and past them "We're getting married"

Glenn smiles, walking past as well "Oki doki catch you guys later the- WHAT"

He quickly spins around, Maggie hadn't even moved and looked shocked.

"Woah! Hooo what? what?" Glenn can't get anything out, Daryl and Y/N watch them as they stop and turn around.

"What the, huh? what!?..." Glenn flatlines, going quiet and holding his hand up, not moving.

"Are you dead?" You ask "He looks dead" you tease

"I just, I- I'm having so many thoughts and feelings that I'm, paralysed right now"

Daryl sighs "Would you both like to come?"

Maggie can't stop smiling before nodding her head. Taking Glenn's arm to follow them to the garden where Rick was.

Poor guy was just trying to teach Carl how to harvest some vegetables and making idle chat with Carol when he gets the wind knocked out of him with the simple question of 'can ya marry us?' from Daryl. Carol just gives Daryl a 'finally' look at him.

"Why me?" asks Rick, still processing the fact that his brother / best friend is asking him to marry them.

"Don't like, sheriffs have that power?" you ask

"No...?"

"Can ya do it anyway?" Daryl asks, seeming impatient and embarrassed by all the attention thrown on them.

"Sureeeee..."

He fades out, head going a million miles an hour as Glenn runs around trying to find flowers, only finding some weed flowers in the grass and shoving them in your hands and yelling about rice.

"How come this prison garden doesn't have rice!?"

Somehow now, Carl is also looking for rice on the ground with him. You laugh at them both.

The ceremony was brief and beautiful. Few words were said, Carol somehow was best man and your maiden of honour was Carl. Social standards were broken that day.

"Pretend this is rice!" Glenn throws bundles of grass he's ripped from the ground over the two of you.

What a perfect week.

#very short and shit #bennijie writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x y/n

[andreafmn]

I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 6

Word Count: 3,753

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 6/?

Warnings: mentions of murder, arson, and blood

A/N: The ending is dark, y'all, dark. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 6

I followed my father inside the house, my hands trembling and sweating. The only topic I believed they would seriously need to talk to me about was the supernatural and the family business. Just as I had told Derek, if I hadn’t met him and Scott, I would have probably joined without a second thought. But I had met them, I had been embraced by them, and I didn’t know what I was going to answer.

I sat across from my parents on the kitchen’s island. They seemed excited, but a bit anxious. Obviously, revealing to your daughter the existence of supernatural beings and the fact that the whole family hunted them wasn’t an easy task. At least, she already knew the most hard-hitting information and she wouldn’t feel blindsided.

“Honey, what we have to tell you is very important, and we don’t want you to feel like we have been keeping this from you on purpose,” my mother started. “But you need to understand that everything we have to say today is nothing but the truth. Okay?”

“Guys, what is it? You’re scaring me.”

“You know that all Argents work at the family company, Argent Arms International, and that at some point you’d probably end up working there.”

“Yeah, dad. The reason I know too much about weapons,” I laughed. I couldn’t let on that I knew more than they thought.

“Well, the company is actually a front for the real work we do behind the scenes, and the reason we’re on the road a lot,” my father started. “Since the start of our lineage Argents have been hunters.”

“Hunters of what?”

“Now, I need you to remember that what I am about to tell you is the full honest truth.” I nodded. “We hunt supernatural creatures, but mainly werewolves. You remember the tattoo I have on my arm that you asked about when you were younger?”

“Yeah, ‘Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent’. French, we hunt those who hunt us. I always thought it was more of a psychological phrase.”

“That’s our family mantra. All Argent generations have been trained since childhood to become hunters one day, Chris and I were the only ones that decided to give you and Allison the choice once you became teenagers to know about our world. It’s completely up to you to join us.”

“So, all the training, physical and with weapons, was all in preparation for this?” My father nodded. I could see the worry in his face of how I would take this news – a one-worded answer was going to shift my whole life. It was one thing to be knowledgeable of this life, it was another to be in the center of all of it.

“We run by a code,” my father explained. “We only hunt those who have been proven to have harmed innocent lives – only adults, no young ones, and no humans. Any hunter that breaks that code is an enemy to our cause.”

“Is that what aunt Kate did?” I spoke in a hushed tone knowing this was a difficult topic for my father, one that we hadn’t touched upon in the time we had been here.

“Yes, it is” my mother answered. Her dislike towards her sister-in-law wasn’t a secret. Mom had always thought of her as arrogant and self-centered – or so she would state when in an alcohol-induced rant.

“Unfortunately, my sister did break the code, but that’s beside the point,” dad interjected. “Sweetheart, we make sure that everyone around us is protected from the creatures that are unknown. So, what do you think? Do you want to join us?”

They both studied my face, waiting on any reaction that could arise from me. All I could think is how my decision could affect the people that had made their way into my life. Allison had accepted, and although her relationship with Scott was strained, she still managed to keep him close. But what if I accepted and all it did was deteriorate all the new relationship I was trying to build?

“Yes.”

After the conversation, my father warned me that training would start soon, after I passed some sort of test. They were happy that I had agreed to join the family trade, but I noticed a sign of worry in my father’s eyes. His whole life had been built around supernatural hunting, so what was he worried about? Whatever it was, he did not express. They had both been called away on a meeting and excused themselves before leaving. With the house to myself, I basked in my decision sitting on the living room couch, petting Brody.

“What do you think, bub? Did I make the right choice?” Brody looked up at me, his tongue hanging out, a smile on his face. A bark came after and I took it as confirmation that I had. “Maybe you’re right. We’ll see, huh? Should I call Derek and tell him?”

At the sound of Derek’s name, Brody barked out happily. I laughed at his reaction and decided to call Derek. It still surprised me that Brody had taken to Derek so quickly – probably had to do with him being a werewolf and an alpha. I clicked on his contact on my phone and waited on speaker for him to pick up.

“Hello?” His voice rang out, exciting Brody once more. “Hey, buddy!”

“He’s been very excited to hear from you.”

“I can see,” he chuckled. “I can assume you made it home safely?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“What’s wrong? You sound weird.”

“How can you possibly deduct my tone from over the phone?”

“Intuition, you could say. But seriously, what’s wrong?”

“Well, my parents talked to me about the family business,” I breathed out, nerves building up inside. I didn’t know what his reaction would be, and I hope my decision wouldn’t push him away. “They asked me to join them.”

“And what did you say?” He already knew the answer. Asking was just courtesy.

“I said yes.” He kept quiet for a second, and I truly believed I had ruined our relationship before anything had ever started. “Are you mad?”

“I can’t be mad. I understand why you did it, they’re your family. Why would you think I would be mad?”

“I don’t know. I’m gonna be actively working on hunting you and your kind, that would put a strain on any kind of relationship.”

“And what kind of relationship would that be?” He teased.

“Derek, this is serious. What kind of relationship could we have when we’re born enemies?”

“Allison and Scott seem to make it work. It’s hard, but it’s not impossible.”

“So, sneaking around, worrying every second that we’d be found out by hunters. Seems viable,” I snickered. “And in no way, shape, or form stressful. Believe me, Derek, I have enough anxiety as it is. I don’t need the stress of keeping all my relationships secret.”

“Do you have any other choice?”

“I guess I don’t.”

“The way I see it, (Y/N), is you can use this opportunity and work for both sides. You can protect us from the inside, and hunt those that are a real threat. Like the Kanima,” he stated. It made sense to work with my family to protect my friends, even if my family was hunting them. “And, as much as I hate saying this, you should talk to Allison about this. She seems to be handling this way better than I thought.”

“I will. Thanks, Derek. I’ll call you soon, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting. Sleep well, (Y/N).”

“You too, Derek.”

I hung up the phone and breathed out. My life had turned a lot more complicated than I had ever imagined, and I was sure it was going to turn a lot worse. I had just started dipping my toes in the supernatural pot we were living in, something told me that there was still so much that I didn’t know. And there was one person I knew would have the answers I was seeking.

I grabbed my jacket off the coat rack and got on my motorcycle, a clear route ingrained in my brain. The night was cold, and the breeze nipped at my skin as it blew under my shirt. There was so much I had to learn, and so little time.

The drive wasn’t long, and I was still surprised I remembered the way.

The lights in the McCall house were off, but the car was in front, so I assumed Scott was home. I would have gone to Allison, but I needed to know everything, and I was sure she would try to protect me from the worst of it. Scott seemed like someone I could trust, and being at the center of everything gave him a lot more insight that I could use. I looked around the house and, remembering which room was his, found a way to climb up the side to his window. Hopefully, I didn’t encounter something I didn’t want to see.

Looking away, I knocked on his window – loud enough for him to hear, but silent enough to not alarm his mom. I clutched my jacket tighter as I waited for an answer, the wind finding me easier on higher ground. It didn’t take long for the window to slid open, revealing a very confused Scott.

“(Y/N)?” He rubbed sleep off his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” He stepped aside and let me through. His room was messier than the last time I had seen it, and the bed was disheveled. On his desk, his computer was propped open, and a disarray of papers lived atop the wooden surface.

“Sorry for waking you, but this couldn’t wait.”

“Don’t worry. I couldn’t sleep anyway,” he chuckled. A lopsided smile taking place on his face. “So, what’s up?”

“Tonight, I was asked by my parents to join the hunters, and I agreed. But, going into this, I’m the one that knows the least about this world. Apart from Lydia, that is. I need to know everything you know about what we are up against. I don’t think our parents would have asked Allison and me to join now unless we were facing something truly dangerous.”

“Okay, I get it. And please don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you asking me and not Allison or even Derek? It seems like they would be the natural choice to ask about this.”

“Because they would try to shield me from the most dangerous aspects of what’s happening. Hopefully, you being a third party you’ll be truly honest about the situation we are in.” My tone came out friendly, but the underlying threat was evidently laced with it.

“Alright, where do you want me to start?”

“I want to know everything. No detail left out.”

“For me, this all started last year…”

And everything I learned. Scott had been bitten by Peter Hale, Derek’s uncle, who was alpha at the time. Most of last year he spent learning about his new werewolf life, which he believed he was alone in, until Derek, who came from a long line of werewolves that resided in Beacon Hills. The very same family my aunt had murdered. When he explained that part of Derek’s history, I couldn’t help but tear up. How could he ever stand being near me when my own blood had done that to him? Ripped him from his family in such a horrifying manner. I knew she had killed people but knowing that Derek was one of the survivors made my stomach knot.

He also told me how Derek came to be the alpha, and how Peter had held the alpha title also. And how my aunt had truly died. Everyone’s stories seemed to bundle into the same mess of supernatural chaos.

“Then, Jackson asked for the bite, which Derek gave him. And the thing about the bite, you sometimes turn into something other than a werewolf due to internal issues you could say. So, he became the Kanima, which is a lizard type-creature that looks for a master as we just recently learned. His main objective is to do as his master commands, and in his case, it's killing a bunch of people. He also secretes a venom that paralyzes people, but it didn’t work on you and Lydia.” Me? “Which was really weird – Lydia, we think it has something to do with Peter biting her. But you, we’re not sure. Because there’s no indication as to why you could possibly be immune. Unless you’re not human, but that would mean that Lydia’s not human either, and that doesn’t make sense.”

“Okay, Scott. You’re rambling,” I chuckled dryly, stopping him in his track. How he talked for so long, I did not understand. I believed Stiles was the only one with that ability. “How could you know that I was immune though? I haven’t had any contact with the Kanima or this venom.”

“Well, actually, the day we were making rock crystals in lab, Isaac had left some venom on Lydia’s crystal. You weren’t supposed to taste it, but it was a surprise when nothing happened to you. Have you ever been in contact with any other supernatural beings?”

“Seeing as I didn’t even know my parents were hunters, it’s safe to assume I haven’t. But I think finding out why I am the way I am is at the bottom of the list with this Kanima going around.”

“Yeah, and your family is making it very hard to do so when they’re actively hunting us.”

“They can’t be, they run by a code, and you guys are innocent.”

“But your grandfather doesn’t care. He lifted the code. He’s on a rampage towards all supernatural creatures, us included. They’re even keeping an eye on us at school – with Gerard running it and Victoria being our new teacher.”

“But we have the upper hand in learning about the Kanima, right? I mean, if my family is actively recruiting the younger ones, it means they are up against a threat they don’t know about, and we have the bestiary translated.”

“Kind of. I just have a feeling Gerard knows a lot more than he lets on.”

“Can’t really give insight on a person I don’t know. But anything I find out I’ll be sure to pass it along,” I smiled. “I still can’t believe all of this was happening right under my nose. How did I not notice?”

“It’s easy to ignore when you don’t know it exists. If I hadn’t been in the forest that night, I would be as in the dark as you were.”

“I guess so,” I smiled. “Thank you, Scott. For your honesty, and for trusting me with this information.”

“You’re one of us now, (Y/N). We look out for our own.”

“Thank you, Scott. I’ll leave you now to hopefully catch up on some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

“Of course, (Y/N). We’re gonna meet up with Allison in the library to talk about the Kanima. I think it’d be good for you to be there.”

“I will.” My body was outside the house, squatting in front of the window. “Again, thanks, Scott. It’s good to know I have a friend looking out for us.”

“Don’t mention it, (Y/N).” He smiled, scratching his neck trying to hide the blush that had crept to his face. “Get home safe.”

I felt uneasy the whole ride back home. I truly couldn’t fathom how Derek old even spend a second with me after everything my family had put him through. My stomach hadn’t stopped turning, and I felt like I could throw up at any second. He didn’t deserve to have to look at a person that resembled the person that had screwed up his life. The tears started streaming from my eyes before I could stop them. It didn’t feel right, and it wasn’t right.

Somehow I made it back home. I had blacked out at some point and was moving out of muscle memory. I was glad my parents had not made it back home yet — I could let tears cascade without having to hide them. Allison and I had always looked up to our aunt. To us, she presented herself as a confident, independent, and badass woman. I still remember how one Christmas Allison and I had gotten into her clothes and pretended to be her. When Kate found us, she couldn’t help but laugh at the two little irks in front of her. She questioned what we were doing and we told her we wanted to be just like her. I recalled how I told her I wanted to grow up to be her. There’s nothing I wouldn’t have done to take that back. Had I know back then what I knew now, I would have stayed as far away from her.

“This family is all types of messed up. Huh, Brody?” My dog looked up at me, a questioning glance on his face. “What am I gonna do, bub? I don’t think I’m strong enough to face him. I really don’t.”

Brody barked, leaving kisses on my cheeks — a nimble approach to getting rid of my tears. I snuggled closer to him, enjoying his comforting presence. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep well tonight.

I was standing in the middle of Derek’s family home, the only light coming from the moon peeking through the clouds. It was a cold night, and the low temperature was seeping into my bones. My whole body ached and the air smelled of soot. I felt uneasy standing there. Now knowing its history, my heart clenched tightly. I could only imagine the pain that had ensued in what I presumed was an agonizingly slow death. The tears that escaped from my eyes burned into my skin, and my ears rang with an unknown high pitch. I kneeled on the floor, and attempt to catch m breath.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” I stood up, the unknown voice startling me. “The smell is the worst part.”

“Aunt Kate.”

“The screams weren’t that bad,” she chuckled. “They died down quickly. There’s so much screaming you can do when smoke fills your lungs.”

“Stop,” I sobbed. “Please.”

“I can just imagine them thinking it was a normal afternoon, and then the fire starts. You know, wooden houses are a very good catalyst to speed up a fire.”

“Stop.”

“(Y/N), come on.” Kate was grinning, a sinister smile that would have anyone shivering. “It’s only a matter of time before you do something similar. You and I have always been the most alike — centered, strong, morally grey. It’s in your blood, baby girl. At first, you’re gonna believe you’re on their side, but soon you’ll see that they’re all bad. Sooner or later they all spill innocent blood. It’s better to get them when they’re fresh, it’s so much easier”

“How can you talk like that? These are people’s lives you are talking about.”

“It’s different, sweetheart. They’re not normal, they’re a living abomination,” she rationalized. “This is all a game of power. We can’t allow them to have the upper hand. If we let that happen, they’ll overtake us, and there is a natural order to things.”

“Is that why you murdered a whole family of innocent beings? The family of a kid you tricked to fall for you, leaving him alone to suffer!” I yelled, the loudness hurting my throat. “You tricked Derek and used him to end his line. Why?”

“A pack is only as strong as its number. The bigger they are, the stronger they are. I was just doing my job,” she grinned. “Just like you did.”

“What are you talking about? I would never do something as heartless as you have.”

“Are you sure, honey? Why don’t you walk through that door and say that again.”

I stared at her like a deer stuck in headlights. My body shook as I slowly made my way to the dark front door of the house. Her eyes burned into every step I took, the sinus eerie grin still prominent on her face. With every step, her stare edging me on forward. There was a scene to unfold behind that door, and she was eager for me to see it.

I stretched my hand towards the doorknob but flinched when I felt the burning temperature it held. Kate said nothing as she encouraged me to open the door, daring me to face whatever I had to with just her gaze. I braced myself for the feeling and clasped my hand around the knob, turning it to reveal whatever it was that she wanted me to see.

The scene in front of me was heartbreaking. We now stood in front of Derek’s apartment complex, his loft lit aflame. The smell of ash was more prominent and the heat was almost unbearable. I tried to run into the building, the need to help any survivors growing in me. But Kate held me back, a painful grip holding onto my arm.

“Let me go!” I yelled through tears. “I need to save my friends.”

“Darling, don’t you get it?” She chuckled. “They’re all gone. All thanks to you. Look at your hands, honey.”

I did as she told, and my breath hitched in my throat when I did. My clothes were drenched in blood, and in my hands, I carried a bloody knife and a lighter. “No, I would never do this.”

“You already did.” She pointed forward, fixing my sight on the bodies that laid on the floor of the lot. “And some of them were innocent, too. But in war, there are always casualties. I mean, your cousin sided with them, and look how she ended up.”

I walked around the bodies, trying to find a sign of life in any of them as a flood of tears streamed out of my ducts.

Scott.

Stiles.

Lydia.

Isaac.

Allison.

Even Boyd and Erica were there.

But I didn’t see one important person. “Where’s Derek?” My voice croaked, barely the volume of a whisper.

“Who do you think is inside the building? It’s a fitting end for him. Dying in the way he shucked have years ago,” she laughed maniacally. “At least he’ll relate to his family when he gets to the other side.

“NO!” Once again I tried to run into the building, needing to risk my ice to save his. But she stopped name in my tracks once more, her grip tightening. “Let me go, please. Just let me go, I have to save him.”

“Honey, he’s already gone,” she scoffed. “Don’t you get it, sweetheart? There are only two ways this will end — it’s either you or them. And the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be; you are just like me.”

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[spencer-reids-adventures]

it's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing - chapter 2

Warnings: Depression, mention of self harm/suicidal ideation, disordered eating, alcohol abuse, drug abuse

Summary: Weeks go by and he feels himself deteriorate, feels the thread he’s hanging onto begin to split and fray, and he starts to wonder how this is going to end for him. At what point enough will be enough.

or,

The one where Spencer goes to the psych ward.

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.4k

AO3 Link

Chapter 1 - The Enemy Within Chapter 2 - Errand of Mercy Chapter 3 - Dagger of the Mind Chapter 4 - Where No Man Has Gone Before Chapter 5 - The Galileo Seven Chapter 6 - This Side of Paradise Chapter 7 - The Man Trap Chapter 8 - And the Children Shall Lead Chapter 9 - Mirror, Mirror Chapter 10 - A Private Little War Chapter 11 - Wink of an Eye Chapter 12 - That Which Survives Chapter 13 - The Empath Chapter 14 - Let That Be Your Last Battlefield

“Reid?” comes a drowsy voice, just as Spencer finally lifts the phone up to his ear.

“H-hotch?” he says, cringing at how pathetic he sounds.

“Spencer, what’s going on?” Hotch suddenly sounds much more awake. “Is everything all right?”

Spencer hesitates.

“Spencer? Are you okay?”

“I-- I’m--” Spencer stammers.

His voice is strained, and he’s confused, and it’s late, and he wants to cry, and he can’t focus long enough to keep a train of thought.

“No,” he finally says. “No, ‘m not… I--” He takes a shaky breath. “Please help me,” he whispers.

“Okay,” Hotch says quickly. “Are you able to come over here? Or do you need me to come to you?”

“I can’t--” Now he does start to cry. “Can’t drive. I’m, um. I’m d-drunk...” His body feels like it’s burning with shame, and he begins to sob uncontrollably.

“Shh, it’s all right,” Hotch soothes. “Spencer, are you at home?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m going to come pick you up, but I have to bring Jack with me. He’s a heavy sleeper, so it’s not a big deal, it just might take me a second, okay? Are you going to be alright until I get there?”

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer cries. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Don’t-- Please stay with Jack. I lied, I’m fine. I’m fine, Hotch, please, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry…”

He’s practically hysterical, horrified that he would be so inconsiderate to forget about Jack, forget that Hotch has a life and responsibilities and--

“--can you hear me, Spencer? Spencer? I need you to breathe.”

He tries to breathe but his thoughts are racing and he’s getting confused. Everything is happening too quickly and too slowly at the same time, and it’s making him nauseous.

“I can… hear you,” he finally gasps.

“Good. You don’t need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. I’m glad you called me. I already got Jack out of bed and into the car while we were talking. He didn’t even wake up. Everything’s okay.”

“Okay…”

“I want you to grab a go-bag. I have to put down the phone while I drive, but I’ll keep the line connected, okay? So that you know you’re not alone? And I’ll let you know when I’m here so you can come down. Do you think you can do that?”

“Uh-huh,” Spencer says, and he can feel his speech leaving him, and now he knows why his subconscious dialed Hotch. Because Hotch can understand him even when he can’t talk.

Spencer gathers his things and sets them by the door. He doesn’t bother to put real clothes on, just throws a hoodie over his t-shirt and leaves his plaid pajama bottoms on, shoving his feet into a pair of purple Converse sneakers. He doesn’t want to see his face in the mirror, so he just assumes his hair is a mess and decides he doesn’t care. He thinks about sweeping up the broken glass, but being near it makes him nervous, so he doesn’t.

His mind starts to take him to darker and darker places. Tell Hotch never mind and go find your old dealer. You can take care of this yourself. Pick up a piece of that glass. Anything to feel something, right? There’s a 24 hour liquor store down the corner. You could drink until you black out. You deserve to hurt. You deserve pain. You deserve misery. You deserve to be alone forever. You deserve--

“Spence, are you still there?” Hotch’s voice yanks him out of the thought spiral and back into the present, which, frankly, isn’t much better.

“Here,” Spencer says, grabbing his bag and opening the door. “Coming.”

Hotch is parked right in front, and Spencer slips into the passenger seat. Behind him, Jack is fast asleep.

“Sorry,” Spencer whispers.

“You don’t have to whisper,” Hotch tells him. “Jack sleeps like the dead. And you don’t have to be sorry, either. I promise. I’m so glad you called. I’ve been worried about you.”

“You have?”

That surprises Spencer. He knows he hasn’t been doing so well, but he also thought he was doing an okay job at hiding it. He certainly didn’t think anyone would care enough to pay that much attention.”

“Of course I have,” Hotch says. “You’ve been quiet, distant. You haven’t been spending time with the team outside of work. You don’t smile anymore.”

“Oh,” Spencer says, because it’s the only thing he can think of to say. And then he must fall asleep, because the next thing he knows, they’re at Hotch’s house.

---

Aaron picks Jack up and then carefully wakes Spencer, motioning to follow him inside. It doesn’t take long to get Jack into bed - he never woke up the entire trip - and then Aaron shows Spencer to the guest room. Spencer takes his toiletries out of his bag and sets them in the attached bathroom while Aaron sits on the bed and watches him.

He would have known Spencer was drunk even if he hadn’t said so - his (minimal) speech is slurred and he can’t walk in a straight line and he smells like a vineyard. When he pulls his hoodie off, Aaron catches a glimpse of his concave stomach, the way his ribs and hip bones jut out, his toothpick arms, dotted with bruises, and he’s sure Spencer hasn’t always been this thin. He realizes that cardigans and sweater vests can probably hide a lot.

Spencer lays down on the bed next to Aaron and stares at the ceiling.

“Do you want to talk?” Aaron asks carefully. “Did something happen?”

Spencer runs his hands up and down his arms a few times, then switches to his fingernails, scratching up and down, over and over, until his skin is nothing but angry red lines, several of which are threatening to bleed.

“Spencer, is this a stim, or are you trying to hurt yourself?”

The question seems to startle him out of his daze, and he looks at Aaron, then at his arms, and then back at Aaron again.

Spencer slips into rudimentary sign language. “Both.”

“Can I ask you a few questions?”

Spencer nods. Now that he’s stopped scratching, he holds his arms against his stomach.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Wine,” Spencer signs. He holds up one finger.

“A glass of wine?”

Spencer shakes his head.

“A bottle of wine?”

Spencer nods.

Aaron frowns. “Do you drink often?”

“Every night.”

Aaron raises an eyebrow. “You drink a bottle of wine every night?”

“Nightmares,” Spencer signs. “Sleep.”

“The wine lets you sleep without nightmares?”

Spencer nods.

“Have you been eating?”

Spencer nods hesitantly.

“How much?” Aaron presses.

Spencer shrugs. “P-O-P-T-A-R-T-S,” he finger-spells. “A-P-P-L-E-S-A-U-C-E.”

“Is that all you eat?”

“J-J.”

“JJ gives you food sometimes?”

Spencer nods.

“Have you been taking any drugs?”

“No.”

“Do you feel safe, Spencer?”

He doesn’t answer, just curls up in a ball and rests his forehead against his knees, rocking forward and backward.

“Is that why you called me?” Aaron asks. “Because you didn’t feel safe?”

“Mm-hmm,” Spencer hums, shoving his hands into his hair and pulling.

“Well,” Aaron says, “Thank you for calling me. Thank you for trusting me, and thank you for letting me bring you here.”

Spencer peeks out from behind his knees. “What next?” he signs.

“You sleep here. We have tomorrow off--”

Spencer looks up, surprised.

“It’s Friday,” Aaron clarifies. “Well, technically now it’s Saturday. And we don’t have a case. So, yes, we have the day off.”

“Forgot.” Spencer looks worried.

“That’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” Aaron tells him. “Anyway, in the morning I’ll make pancakes for you and Jack. And then I think we should talk more, and make a plan to get you feeling better.”

Spencer starts to cry, softly at first, but soon he’s gasping and sobbing and without thinking about it, Aaron scoots over and puts his arms around Spencer, holding him tight. Amazingly, Spencer doesn’t seem to mind, and Aaron holds him until he tires himself out.

When Spencer finally starts to relax, he clears his throat a couple of times.

“I don’t think I’ll ever feel better,” he whispers between shuddering breaths.

“I think you will,” Aaron says softly, “but it’s okay if you don’t believe me right now. Like I said, we’ll talk more tomorrow, and we’ll figure something out. Okay?”

Spencer sniffles and nods.

“Can I tuck you into bed?”

He nods again, and Aaron helps him get settled under the covers. He turns on the nightlight in the corner of the room and puts a bottle of water on the bedside table.

“Is this okay?”

“Uh-huh,” Spencer says, and signs, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. If you need me, my room is right across the hall. Come in and wake me up for any reason, okay? It doesn’t matter how big or small.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight, Spencer.”

“Goodnight.”

Aaron leaves Spencer's door open.

Just to be safe.

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