#what the fuck are we supposed to do. send him to real life jail? take him to real life church so he can repent for his sins?

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

No, I was not disappointed by how Jason was written in the comics in post crisis. Even when written by authors who just could not grasp the depth of his character (let alone a consistent plot), I can’t say I disagreed with him! He’s compelling and has the kind of magnetism and self-awareness most other characters lack.

What I do find mildly disappointing however (tbh Idc, it’s not my brain), is the ever-increasing number of self-appointed social justice warriors of fiction with a prominent lack of critical thinking skills casually wandering into the tag acting like they have some grandiose point to make that will sway us misguided Jason fans into seeing the ultimate truth; that we actually should not enjoy the canon version of our favorite fictional character because of xyz sins, and that any characteristic he had was actually made up.

#kelseethe #okay so apparently I picked the wrong day to stop talking shit #the reason you don't see Jason getting ‘called out for his actions’ by his fans is because his fans don't call him out for his actions. #ignoring for a sec the fact that we don’t see anything to call him out for #what the fuck are we supposed to do. send him to real life jail? take him to real life church so he can repent for his sins? #I know Jason has the tendency to break the fourth wall and he elicits a .. visceral? sort of reaction from readers #but you people are kinda overreacting about a fake little guy. what do you mean call him out? do you think he’s a YouTuber or something?? #should we pressure him into making an apology video for his real life readers? for killing a Nazi in dc comic??? #is this a practical joke #it has to be #people cannot seriously say this unironically #right?????

[count-alucard-tepes]

Headcanons for my One Piece hotties: Drunk texts they send to their S/O

Kizaru✨

Kizaru: baby, when I get home I want kisses and to love with all my very essence! You are the best thing that ever happened to me and the shining light in my life. I don’t know where I’d be with you and I appreciate everything you to do for me!😍😍😍

S/O: are you drunk?

Kizaru: 🤔 how’d you know?

S/O: ⬆️⬆️⬆️

Akainu🌋

Akainu: I’m amgry

S/O: You’re supposed to be having fun with your friends, babe

Akainu: Kizaru is dancing on a pole and Aokiji is throwing money at him. I’m too pure for this.

S/O: babe, take a video! Right now

Akainu: I can’t…I’m laying on the floor and looking at the stars…they remind me of you when you’re all happy and cute

S/O: BABE! VIDEO PLEASE!?

Ryokugyu 🌱

Ryokugyu: if this was my last night alive, I would spend it cuddled up to you and not my plants I promise

S/O: omg, are you drunk!? Where are you?

Ryokugyu: oh man, one thing I was in a pub with the guys…next thing I know is I was sitting on a bridge with a bottle in my hand..and someone’s walking stick…I think I beat someone up or won this walking stick in a drinking game…either way…your man is a winner 🥇

S/O: omg share your fucking location!? I’m calling Kizaru rn!

Sir Crocodile 🐊

Crocodile: grrrr I’m a crocodile, I bite *nom nom*

S/O: …what in the actual hell? Did someone steal this phone? Also he can’t text with one hand so it’s definitely stolen

Crocodile: I’m using the voice to text thingy…if I was a real crocodile would you love me?

S/O: fuck no, that’s weird

Crocodile: What! This is why I’d eat you if I was a real crocodile

S/O: pretty sure you eat me regardless of being a crocodile or not 😏

Crocodile: wait…was that a dirty comeback? Daddy’s coming home

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

Doffy: I’ve decided

S/O: on what? And where are you btw?

Doffy: you are the chosen one! And you shall bear my heir!

S/O: deal

Doffy: 😭😭😭 really baby, you’re gonna have my babies?! Omg I’m gonna be a mom

Doffy: I mean a dad

Doffy: I can’t stop crying

Doffy: halp me

Benn Beckman 🔫

Benn: I think my aim is better when I’m drunk, want to see?

S/O: that’s not a good idea, come home rn

Benn: babe, you were right…I accidentally shot Shanks while we were drinking and we have to go to the hospital

Benn: I’m a supportive husband

Benn: I meant first mate! Not husband!

Benn: babe, don’t be mad! I didn’t mean it like that…I panicked and texted…also the cops are here

Benn: bail me out of jail, please

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

Katakuri: babe, someone put something in my drink…I swear I just had one and now…I’m all shakey and shit

S/O: oh no! Love, just drink some water. I’m on my way

Katakuri: nah, I’m gonna find my brothers and kick their asses first

Katakuri: I found them and threw them into the river nearby lol

Katakuri: ah shit, I forgot they can’t swim…I have to go save them brb

Katakuri: omg, Y/N, it’s Smoothie, we had to fish big bro out of the water…come to the hospital asap

Killer🔪

Killer: I think I’m gonna stop wearing my mask and just embrace myself

S/O: baby, did you have too much liquid courage?

Killer: babe, someone said I looked like a Barbie so I beat him up

Killer: so apparently there’s a guy Barbie called Ken and he thought I looked like that…I thought he said I looked like a girl

Killer: okay I felt bad so I sang I’m a Barbie girl for karaoke for him…he’s a fan I guess..also I don’t want him to have me arrested

Killer: omg babe he’s a marine, I’m fucked …call Kidd…I need help

Kaido🐉

Kaido: 👁️ ❤️🫵

S/O: you discovered emojis, love?

Kaido: 🙈

S/O: everything alright?

Kaido: need booze…send help

King👑

King: would you love me if I was a worm?

S/O: omg what is this shit?

King: answer the question, Y/N

S/O: yes, I would

King: I had a bet with Queen that you would said no…I have to drink 5 bottles of tequila.

S/O: oh no…are you okay?

King: babe, I started breathing fire?! Did you know I could do that! I also fell over and can’t get up…everyone else is on the floor too…I feel so old rn

King: well at least I know you’d love me as a worm

King: also I lost my mask so I’m the one of the floor with the bag on my head

King: Queen drew a grumpy face on it so you know it’s me…it has a crown too

Queen👑

Queen: zoom zoom zoom zoom

S/O: getting lit, baby?

Queen: you know it, I think I can stage dive this time

S/O: omg no babe! That’s not a good idea!

Queen: babe, I did it…and I’m in the hospital now… hurt my back…but I saved my beer babe! I’m awesome!

#ooc #one piece #one piece kizaru #borsalino kizaru #one piece akainu #akainu sakazuki #aramaki ryokugyu #ryokugyu one piece #katakuri charlotte #katakuri one piece #sir crocodile #one piece crocodile #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo donquixote #doflamingo one piece #killer one piece #kaido one piece #king one piece #queen one piece

[onetomb-art]

Step, Drag

A Doll finds something unusual, voting ensues! (tw for mild slur use, about 1300 words long)

Step. Draaaaag. Step. Draaaaag. Step. Draaaaaaaag.

<Z-Cptn> You know, this is just like that one campfire story. With the escaped inmate?

<DosEquis> not helping

<Hi5> Campfire story? Do tell, you’ve piqued my interest!

<DosEquis> guys can this wait

<Z-Cptn>  Oh i can’t remember all the details, but it was something about an escaped serial killer on the loose in a summer camp, but he was still handcuffed to a cop, so he had to drag the body, and it was all like. Step. Draaaaag. Step, Draaaaag.

<Hi5>  Fascinating!

<DosEquis> guys i think hes really hurt

<777> Zee you dumbass thats not how it goes! 

<777> Its supposed to be a prisoner with one of those old-timey ball and chains on his leg

<Z-Cptn> What? Since when?

<777> Since fuckin always, who drags around a dead cop? You can break handcuffs like, so fuckin easily.

<Sixaphone> you can?

<Hi5> I don’t believe that’s correct, dear Sev. Handcuffs are made of quality materials, or else suspects would always be getting out of them, don’t you think?

<777> BULLSHIT

<777> Cuffs are fuckin weaksauce its just a chain link, plus you see people break them in movies all the time

<Z-Cptn> Movies are different from real life.

<777> Movies are basically real life!!! Movies are more real than real life, fuckin fight me

<Z-Cptn> [Called a vote: “Are movies the same as real life?”]

<Z-Cptn> [voted]

<777> [voted]

<Sixaphone> [voted]

<Hi5> [voted]

<777> …

<777> well?!?

<Z-Cptn> Hang on, it's tied.

<Z-Cptn> @<DosEquis> We need you to vote.

<DosEquis> are you fucking kidding me

<777> Dont be such a fuckin killjoy babe! It takes like, two seconds

<DosEquis> hes hurt bad i dont have time for this

<777> Dude hes like. Wayyyyyyy dead. Just leave him there and vote so i can show everyone what a fuckin idiot Zee is

<DosEquis> hes not dead

<DosEquis> i saw him move

<DosEquis> [voted]

[Vote concluded. Vote results: 40% “Obviously Not”,  60% “Yes(???)”. “Yes(???)” is the victor with five votes counted.]

<777> YES

<777> FUCK YES

<Z-Cptn> What???

<Hi5> Who would possibly vote “Yes”?

<777> SMART PEOPLE!!

<777> THATS FUCKIN WHO!!!1!

<DosEquis> i just clicked to get rid of the popup

<777> STILL COUNTS!!!!

<Z-Cptn> Wait, then that means that @<Sixaphone> voted for you too.

<Z-Cptn>  @<Sixaphone>, you don’t actually think movies are real life, do you?

<Sixaphone> um

<Sixaphone> no

<Sixaphone> i just

<777> JEEZ Zee lay off her thats like, voter intimidation its hella illegal you could go to jail

<Sixaphone> wait what

<Z-Cptn> Its not “voter intimidation”, i just wanted to make sure she knows the difference between *fiction* and *reality*.

<Sixaphone> please dont send Miss Zero to jail

<Sixaphone> im sorry

<777> Youre fine Six, its an expression

<Z-Cptn> I’m not going to jail, don’t worry. Seven was just attempting to make a crude joke. 

<Sixaphone> oh, ok

<Sixaphone> sorry

<TriAsIMight> Good morning everyooone!!!

<TriAsIMight> What’d I miss???

<Hi5> Oh, Salutations! We were having a discussion about movies and campfire stories! Would you like a recap?

<Sixaphone> good morning!

<TriAsIMight> WAIT 

<TriAsIMight> IS THAT A DEAD BODY???

<777> yes!

<DosEquis> no.

<Z-Cptn> We’re not quite sure, actually.

<TriAsIMight> WHAT

<TriAsIMight> EXPLAIN?!?

<777> Twos been on a murder spree, its been like fuckin rambo first blood over here

<TriAsIMight> ???

<Z-Cptn> That is blatantly incorrect.

<Hi5> I thought that the entire point of the “Rambo: First Blood” film was that the titular character did *not* go on a murder spree.

<777> Never seen it tbh

<Z-Cptn> There’s not really that much to explain, really. Two was piloting, in salvage mode, digging through some of the old office blocks, when she found this guy collapsed in a pile of blood. Recovery protocol kicked in, and now she’s attempting to drag the guy to safety. Does that seem about right, @<DosEquis>?

<DosEquis> left out the part where hes heavy as fuck

<DosEquis> but yeah

<DosEquis> basically

<TriAsIMight> JEEEZ

<TriAsIMight> That is effed up!!!

<DosEquis> thank you holy shit finally

<TriAsIMight> That sounds so stressful like what the F!!!

<DosEquis> THANK you

<DosEquis> im over here trying to save this guys life while yall are calling votes over dumb shit

<TriAsIMight> I can’t believe you all!!! Discussing movies and even calling a vote while Two is out there risking her life to save a person she doesn’t even know!!! Shame on you all!!!

<777> Ugh, youre not our fuckin mom, fuck OFF with all that shit

<Hi5> I agree with Seven, the lecture is hardly necessary. 

<Z-Cptn> Come on now. 

<TriAsIMight> We have to do something!!!

<Z-Cptn> Why don’t we ask her if she needs help with anything first. @<DosEquis>?

<DosEquis> i dont know what yall could do right now im

<DosEquis> hang on

<DosEquis> uh oh

<TriAsIMight> uh oh???

<DosEquis> theres a ladder

<Hi5> Ah, so there is. That could prove troublesome with your heavy new friend, I’m afraid.

<DosEquis> yeah i just

<DosEquis> im not sure how to get him down safely

<777> Drop the fucker, i wanna see if he bounces

<DosEquis> what no

<DosEquis> maybe if i just

<DosEquis> no

<Z-Cptn> It doesn’t seem like that far of a drop, you could lower him down feet first and then drop him? You might break his ankles, but that seems like the least of his worries. 

<DosEquis> guys

<Z-Cptn> [Called a vote: “Should she drop him?”]

<777> [voted]

<DosEquis> seriously

<Z-Cptn> [voted]

<TriAsIMight> [voted]

<Hi5> [voted]

<Sixaphone> [voted]

<Z-Cptn> @<DosEquis> Are you going to vote?

<DosEquis> yall are assholes

<DosEquis> [voted]

[Vote concluded. Vote results: 50% “Drop him”,  50% “Try another way”. The vote is a tie with six votes counted.]

<777> Well that was fuckin pointless

<DosEquis> can we stop with all the votes this is really annoying when im trying to work

<DosEquis> im gonna tie a rope to his waist i just gotta find a rope

<Z-Cptn> Voting is a useful tool for quick decision making!

<Hi5> Well said, hear hear!

<TriAsIMight> Don’t you all think the voting is distracting for her??? 

<777> lol yeah 

<Z-Cptn> Distracting? It's one button push. 

<DosEquis> ok i found some rope and ive got him tied

<DosEquis> gonna lower him down now

<Hi5> Ah, the moment of truth! Drumroll, everyone…

<TriAsIMight> Shut up, let her concentrate!!!

<777> Fuck off youre not the boss of me you dumb bimbo

<TriAsIMight> HEY???

<Z-Cptn> Play nice you two.

<777> Yeah, play nice you fucking piece o

<777> HOLY SHIT

<TriAsIMight> OH MY GOSH NO!!!

<Hi5> Oh dear.

<DosEquis> fuck

<DosEquis> the rope snapped

<Sixaphone> is he okay?

<777> HES TOTALLY FUCKIN DEAD BITCH

<Sixaphone> oh no

<Z-Cptn> We don’t know that, Two can you peek over the edge so we can see how hes doing?

<DosEquis> i dont want to

<777> Congrats on your first successful snuff film babe, this ones going on liveleak!

<Z-Cptn> Seven cut it out. Two, i need you to peek over the edge for me.

<DosEquis> no

<777> DO IT DO IT DO IT

<DosEquis> no i really dont want to

<TriAsIMight> We can’t help him if we can’t see him, you have to be brave!!!

<DosEquis> fucking fine

<777> YES YES YES YES

<Hi5> At least try to hide your murderboner, Seven. 

<777> BITE ME

<777> Aw

<TriAsIMight> He looks like he might be okay!!! That bush looks like it cushioned his fall…

<DosEquis> thank fuck 

<Sixaphone> he moved

<DosEquis> wait holy shit youre right

<DosEquis> hes moving

<TriAsIMight> Hes alive!!!

<DosEquis> i think he sees me

<Z-Cptn> Is he saying something? He’s moving his mouth.

<DosEquis> yeah hang on let me give yall audio

<DosEquis> [Input audio source “not dead guy”]

[‘not dead guy’] -OU FUCKING RETARDED MACHINE WHAT THE FUCK YOU BROKE MY FUCKING RIBS YOU [Incomprehensible] ILL FUCKING HAVE YOU SCRAPPED WHO THE [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] ILL 

<DosEquis> [Removed audio source “not dead guy”]

<DosEquis>...

<DosEquis>...

<DosEquis> [Called a vote: “Hey can i kill him?”]

#short story #my art #empty spaces #tw slur #yeah i read homestuck why do you ask

[luffythinker]

off to a start, remember my "Todoroki apparently talk to a sus person and they use their quirk on him, whatever the quirk is it's supposed to like make him blow up or something if he doesn't fall in love with the last person he interacted with so Todoroki is trying to make Bakugo fall in love with him but Bakugo doesn't believe this is even a real quirk going on."

here is what i've been working on gotta think on whats about to happen here.

000000000000000 my ugly boarder don't mind me

The feeling when you're just about to sit down and you have a plate of food and somebody calls you is exactly the way Bakugo feels right now except ten times fucking worse. You’re about to do the biggest thing in your life and somebody calls you up with a stupid ass question anyone in the world including a fucking toddler could answer like what the fuck man, c’mon! He drew his hot bath back at his apartment and everything too, damn.

And of fucking course it has to be on a saturday night mind you. Bakugo is dodging and weaving through high building tops with his quirk semi-along side Deku and Shoto, the Endeavor agency’s newest side-kick recruits —They weren’t in training anymore; they were real side-kicks. Until they can become real heroes with their own agencies you had to start small— Anyway they were on a solo mission to capture a villain who had been reported of doing something extremely questionable. This is all going down on a Saturday he repeats in his head, it isn’t too late the idea of going home is still not off the table.

“Run that by me one more Icyhot, tell me what your old man said about this villain’s quirk.” Katuski spoke to him while blasting by next to him with his quirk over buildings while Deku hopped like the fucking rabbit monkey he was also swinging on his black whip.

“He said his quirk apparently forces people to instantly fall in love or something?” His voice was neutral like it normally was; however he heard confusion in his dull tone.

“That sounds awful.” Deku said light teal lightning sparking off of his person when he moved.

For fucking real, this sounds like a joke. “This has to be a prank call.” He stewed.

There’s no way this could be a real call, cause if wasn’t Katuski is going to jail for murder tonight.

Honest to god it was, there were people on the scene of the crime cooing over each other like a bunch of fucking animals. A lady was rubbing a man’s shoulder trying to coax him to come with her or some shit and another lady pulling her friend or somethings arm trying to get her to come with her to do whatever nasty ass shit she had planned for them to do together.

“Well I'll be damned.” Bakugo placed his hands on his hips eyeing everything there was to see. Half n half talked to the police and Deku talked to the surrounding people.

“Did you see anyone run from the scene before you called the heroes?” Todoroki asked, lifting his hand in question.

“I asked the civilians who said they saw him run down the street there.” He points down the dark sidewalk where there are several buildings where somebody

hiii anon, sorry for taking a few days to reply, I'm trying to settle into a new routine so my schedule got a little messed up, but let's get it!!

omg right, I'm so glad you're back, this plot/scenario is so fun

Anon you write so well?? I also love how you capture Bakugo's pov while keeping him in character, huge props for that!!!

I love how Bakugo is so skeptical of the quirk even though nobody, especially not endeavor, has a reason to lie. If we dig deeper inside of him I think we could find out that it's because he doesn't believe love can be messed with like that, which will be really fun to tackle when he gets to actually realize his feelings for shoutodfkfjkcv

if you want to keep writing here please send me more, if you post somewhere pls send me where I could read it, cause I really am curious to see how these two might develop

#todobaku #shouto todoroki #bakugo katsuki #bnha #mha #rei replies

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Horse Hospital 2/1/17

(“Horse” woke me up super early to tell me Blond attacked Jakk and he was in the hospital.) Was it a knife?

In the leg?

(pause)

Are the spirits protecting him?

So is that why i had the dream about him texting me, saying he was moving away?

He’s going to press charges against her now though right

The dream was...the dream was him saying..”i’m in trouble” “I’m hurt” “she’s got me”

I mean, fuck.

I mean, is this happening in real time, Horse? Cause the good thing about it is, we can now ..press charges

How bad is the wound?

It’s bad. Fuck. (cats meows)

I mean obviously i can’t tell anybody cause she’s..you know

I mean we’ve done it so many times that people just think that i’m fucking looney tunes.

I should have figured from that 9 of swords...that he was really scared. He was living with a crazy person.

So what can i do? I mean because i’m not supposed to be in communication with him...right? Jakk. we are with you. You have all these women who love you. Am i supposed to do stuff like that? Talk to him? Send him support? Work with the altar, just..keep doing what i’ve been doing? Poor boy. God.

Was katie with him when it happened?

She had been with him all night?

(looking at tarot)

I don’t understand. Can you explain?

Deep sadness, unhappiness heartbreak. When this queen reverses, she falls off her throne. Is this for jakk?

Or is it both of us?

No, it’s for jakk.

So is it because of...carrying deep emotional wounds?

It’s cause of the shit with blond right?

So what can i do to....are there things that i can do to help take out the poison?

He’s not going to turn to......is he going to turn to alcohol or drugs to heal? Is he going to turn to alcohol?

Is he going to turn to drugs?

So i’ve got to talk to him.

Cause that’s what he’s been doing, right?

So what was my two of swords reversed....is that about my job?

So what jakk needs right now is we have to help him get through this.

Are we going to be able to talk to him in the flesh soon? Now that this has happened. Does this mean that i’m gonna be able to go back to tantra? Since she’s in jail.

If she’s in jail, then i’ll be less scared about it, i know that much.

Is he really in the hospital?

Did this happen? Horse! Did this happen?

Cause you know i get tired. I can’t be woken up, with my stomach in knots.

As much as i love this boy. Like how many times have we gone through this? Do i look like i’m wide awake to you?

(yawns) i give up. I can’t.

(she shuffles around. End of tape)

Psychic Jakk 2/1/17

Who have i got here with me? Horse?

So let’s do (typing) teach me tarot...detail..um..so let’s make this, we can make this..so wheel of fortune, is this jakk?” The yellow suggest they are working very hard to assimilate this information. The creatures represent the four elements that we encountered in the minor arcana, the books they read contain info not only about their element but also the other three, they have have absorbed much at this stage and be analyzing it’s meaning and how it should be applied to life. They do now understand to be complete, they must find the correct balance and understanding not only of their own element but also each other’s. Only then will true enlightenment come. These creatures also appear in the World card, but in full color. After completing this journey, they will finally understand each element.

When the Wheel of Fortune appears upright, it is a good omen, much growth, in fact lady luck appears to be shining down on you. Don’t get egotistical though——

remember pride cometh before a fall.”

Oh you’re going around in a circle.

(reading) And when the wheel makes it’s downward turn you may live to regret it.

Are you saying that he thought he was ok, he thought he was in the clear?

Because he got the job?

And then she attacked him.

Is he going to *lose* the job?

Yes? He is? (sighs)

Are you serious?

He’s going to lose the position at saam because of this? Fuck

Oh my god

I don’t want to hear this. I do not want to hear this, oh my god. (emotional) he’s gonna lose the position?

(shouts) oh my god

Is he pressing charges against her?

Is she going into a hospital?

Is there any way that they’ll let him keep the position?

Oh my god

But this was everything to him. He wanted this so badly.

He wanted saam so badly. So that’s why she did this. To hurt him. To take it away?

Did she really do this?

Are you guys just playing with me?

WHY!

Look. did blond attack him last night?

I can’t take this! You guys can’t do this to me. I can’t take this anymore.

(stewing)

“You or someone you know may be in serious emotional trouble.”

Is it jakk?

“Brink of a breakdown. “

(losing patience) Does jakk know that he is communicating with me through the pendulum?

(even more so) Was jakk attacked by blond last night?

Is he...what can i do? What can i do? You’ve gotta tell me what to do.

I need katie. Katie, i need you. Katie. Katie, God, whomever. Someone’s gotta explain to me what to do.

Someone’s gotta explain.

(breaks into tears) they can’t take this away from him.

He’s in the hospital.

Is he alone? Can you get him for me?

Hi babe. It’s me. I’m actually looking at a picture of you in a hospital bed. I hear you’re *in* a hospital bed. Is that true?

Rough night, huh? Or morning? (laughs)

Can you hear me?

Do you know how much i love you?

You must be kinda groggy i imagine.

And scared.

Guess that there’s a lot going on, huh

Oh babe....fuck. I just want this to be over. And it feels like it’s endless. And i feel like..you’re about to crack. Yeah, i know. I know. I know, babe. It’s showing up in the cards, and..it’s too much. For anybody. And so like, we have to do some things to protect you, to protect your mind and body and soul right now, and i’m trying to figure it out...cause what you’ve been going through is insane. And i know that. And i wish that there was something that i could say, and i just don’t even have the words. And i feel helpless. I do, i feel like i wish that i could protect you and i’m...angry..that i can’t.

I'm angry that this has gone on this long, and you are...have been made this raw..because even though you’re a flawed being because we’re all flawed beings, you don’t deserve any of this...and i’m worried about you...deeply. And i will do anything in my power to...help you. But i have to talk to the spirits and figure out what that takes, and we’re gonna have to work with some humans now. Cause you need some help.

Do you agree with me?

I know asking for help is not your forte (sad laugh) but from what i’m getting from the cards, you’re in...serious emotional trouble. And you can be on the brink of a breakdown and we need to protect you. But that’s just one side of it, on the other side is the page of pentacles which is a grounded card, but i don’t even understand what happened, you went home last night and she flipped out??

Did she attack you with a knife?

In the leg?

That’s what i keep getting.

Did they have to do surgery?

Have you talked to the police yet?

Have you pressed charges yet?

Well, you’ve made a report.

What made her do this? Was it just because of the job?

She just didn’t want you to have any success?

(transmission)

You came home and you were happy. And she just lost it.

(transmission)

Of course. Your first day.

Did you say something? Because i was listening to the astrological report from yesterday and it said that saying the wrong thing could be a trigger...did something get said? What i’m getting is she said something about the baby...and you said “you can throw the baby in my face as much as you want, i’m moving on with my life” (let’s remember Blondie is pregnant)

(translates transmission, whispers) oh fuck

Where is she right now, is she at home?

Look i don’’t know how exactly you want to do this but take a pen...or your phone, take jamieson’s number and call her and at least get a referral for someone...cause you’re going to need some support. Are you ready? Cause i’m not even seeing her right now because i don’t have any money. (she gives PJ the number) she’s amazing, and she will be able to send you the name of some good people. Someone who will be a good match for you. You’re gonna need someone besides you...besides me, besides katie, besides random, besides Lauren......to talk to. Really. And i just can’t say it enough. I mean if i could see jamieson right now i would. Cause you’ve been living with an abusive person who’s been doing mind control on you.

And i’ll do what i can and i’ll ask the spirits to do what they can, and if it’s too expensive, you can call callen lorde and they’ll help you. (she gives PJ that phone number)

Just call jamieson and tell her money is tight but she’ll help you figure it out.

I guess it’s gonna be kinda hard for us to have sex when you’re in the hospital. (cracks up) but _____ ___ _ ____ __ _ _______ _______ _____ __, and send it to you. Alright?

I love you. No matter what happens..it’s gonna be ok. Ok? Even though Blond’s out of her fucking mind...sorry.

The cards don’t look bad...a plan is being set...though you don’t like to take a chance unless you’re sure it’s gonna work out.

I got a message earlier tho, you need to stay away from alcohol /drugs to self medicate..i know this shit with Blond is hard, but we’re gonna get through this. You need to be healthy. You’re strong, your root is strong. That’s why you were Nusch’s love. Don’t let it fuck you up.

And they’re gonna heal you up quickly...i’ll see if they can do anything about work. Just think positively. Maybe Matt will step in, and be like “ok you guys jakk is amazing, jakk can’t help that Blond went crazy”—-i’’ll go look up a candle and support it,...but be positive, this is an action that had to happen to get through this Blond shit, and you’re taking one for the team, and roll your eyes at some of the dramatic shit you have to deal with. Think of it that way. Can you hear me, can you hear what i’m saying?

You’re spinning quickly cause you get it right? I’ll see what candles i have here and work really hard on it, it’s funny cause i had a dream this morning where you said you guys were moving away and never coming back, and we lived in columbus ohio for some reason, and i was trying to text you back on a chocolate bar so she wouldn’t notice i was messaging you, and i was like “no you can’t go what do you mean you’re never coming back” and i woke up and my stomach was in all this pain.

And i was like how can he leave me...and i didn’t understand, and then Horse told me “it’s Jakk, ...he’s been attacked.” and then my body got really sick...and then i was like,” ok. Tell me what happened. “

Is this for real this time? It sounds like it’s for real this time.

Well we’ll get them working on healing your leg as quick as they can.

You’re so strong, were you scared? Yeah of course she can be scary, fuck man i’ve never had anyone face me with a knife. I’m sorry.

You’re on the other side of it though. I look forward to hearing it from you with your voice. I was just asking the spirits when am i gonnabe able to talk to you for real.

Alright i’m gonna look for candles and work on it for work...i love you so much, and i’m glad katie was with you. And we’re gonna take care of that head of yours. The worst is over. Do you believe that? You never have to go through that again.

Check in with me anytime you want. Just send a message to them, and they’ll put a message in my stomach to make it hurt. Or, katie’s with me a lot.

(that’s how they always got my attention, by making my stomach hurt. That’s how i got woken up over and over and over, or suddenly i’d double over in pain. Now that i know actual guides, i can tell you, they don’t rely on hurting me to get my attention.and they don’t tell me things that fuck up my nervous system. i’m going to remind you that the video that i post over and over was filmed after 8 months of this.)

(kinda making a joke) Or you can pick up the phone you know.

You’re spinning kind of…what? What is that saying? Is everything ok? Are you saying that about picking up the phone?

Yeah i lookforward to that, i miss talking to you. I do. (sighs) just take breaths, just see that everything is going to be ok. Just know we’re all here holding your hand. You’ve got a huge family of us.

You were so brave. Bye babe.

Ok, protective spirits, i’m gonna light some incense and then we have to have a pow wow on what can be done. Katie what i want you to do is gather the protective spirits. Get Horse, archangel michael, jakk’s mother, all of my ancestors, honza, i want you to ask the lion, the water dragon, random, anyone i’ve forgotten. As many angels as you can.

(starts to pound up resins for incense)

What do you think?

Alright, spirits. So.......the word on the street....so jakk is in the hospital?

Can you do some magic for him? You know he needs this job. You know this job was very impt for him. It’s important for his psyche. Is there some way that....( looks at supplies) i could burn the black to take out the negativity and burn the white to bring in the healing. To allow saam to be as is. Right?

This is why i learned about double-action candles. Just in time.

So the chariot reversed was about him having a nervous breakdown. Got it. Can i eat a little bit of breakfast?

(end of tape)

PJ encounter 2/1/17:

Use your imagination

Test 2/1/17

Is it because i got broken and so now at 46 they give me a present? Is that it? I get to communicate with my spirit niece? And my boyfriend love? And trees? Because i gave up a child? You’re spinning in circles. I didn’t want to give up the child, i didn’t. I mean i was scared, i admit it, i was scared of childbirth. I was scared of the pain. I was scared of the pain of childbirth, and i was scared of the pain of abortion. I’m scared of pain in general.

Did jakk know that the reference of hospital in that song makes me think about the abortion? Does he miss me right now? That’s good. It’s 11:30. Time to shut down. Late for me. Cuddle me katie. This was a rough day for me. I can’t take anymore. I feel like this was such a test.

#watch the tapes

[youbloodymadgenius]

Nothing Left (Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @geekandbooknerd 2k Writing Challenge. Congratulations again, Hayley, you deserve each and every one of us 🌻

The gif is a dead giveaway: this piece is an angsty one 😬 Sorry about that but I feel like I can’t write fluff all the time 😉

Prompt in bold

Thanks to @zuxiezendler for beta reading this for me (hope you don't mind Hayley, but since it was for your challenge... 😉)

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Leaving Ivar is not an easy task.

Warnings: angst; Ivar's temper; physical assault (no harm done, though); Freydis is beautiful; no happy ending (you've been warned).

Words: 2089

Crutch – right foot – left foot – crutch – right foot – left foot

You can hear him coming. Of course, you can.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He's not yet in your shared bedroom and he's already shouting. Instead of turning around, you grab the little carved wooden wolf he gifted you many years ago and put it in your pouch.

As he stabs the wooden floor with his crutch, you can physically feel his anger. "You thought you could sneak out? Uh?" You know his jaw is clenched, and he's probably shaking with rage.

"This is what you intended to do, admit it!"

You just scoff. No, you didn't intend to sneak out, not in your wildest dreams. Not with White Hair's men everywhere, night and day.

A thump – his fist hitting the table, you'd say – and then a roar.

"ANSWER YOUR KING!!!!!"

Glancing over your shoulder, you give him a tired, defeated smile. You don't want to fight. You never wanted to. "What does it look like to you, Ivar? Do you really think I'm trying to sneak out? Of course, I'm not."

"Rumors are false, that's what you're saying?" He snorts and, taking two more steps into the room, he joins you. "What's that, then?" He gestures angrily toward a wooden trunk, filled to the brim with your belongings, mostly dresses and a few jewels.

"I'm leaving, if that's what rumors say, Ivar, I'm just not sneaking out." You speak softly while closing the trunk.

A wide-eyed look on his face, he can't hide his surprise at your easy admission but he quickly pulls himself together, straightening up and towering over you.

"You can't. I forbid you." Giving you an intimidating look, he grits his teeth.

You barely shake your head. There's so much sadness in your heart. "Of course, I can. I'm not asking for permission, you know? I'm leaving, whether you like it or not."

That's when he explodes, his bottom lip quivering. "I SAID, I FORBID YOU! FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, YOU WILL DO AS YOU'RE TOLD, Y/N! I. AM. YOUR. KING!"

His scream is so loud that you can't help but take a step back. But you don't lower your gaze. You won't. You can't. So, keeping your chin up, you inhale slowly. "And I'm still a free woman, Ivar. I'm leaving today."

You know the man you once loved is not going to make that so easy for you. So, you're not surprised when he grabs your wrist so firmly you can't shake him off. Tossing his crutch on the floor, he places his now free hand on your shoulder. Looking at him, you can tell you've rarely seen him this angry. Never releasing the pressure on your wrist, he throws you against the nearest wall so hard that the back of your skull makes a resounding "clunk".

He leans in close to you, his breath stinking faintly of honeyed mead, and presses the weight of his body against you. "You're not leaving, Y/N." He then moves his hand from your shoulder to your throat and the air is immediately stolen from you as you stare into his now darkened eyes. With your right hand still pinned to the wall, you only have your left to defend yourself. You're slapping him, clawing at him, but you may as well be tickling him with a feather – your scratches and punches have no effect on him whatsoever.

"I could kill you, Y/N. Maybe I should." The threat is clear, obvious, but Ivar loosens his grip just enough for you to breathe. He won't harm you. Not yet anyway.

Clearing your throat, you don't look away. "Maybe you should. It wouldn't be the worst thing for me, you know? One way or another, I wouldn't be here anymore."

Your words sting, you can see it on his face as he steps away, wobbling and dumbstruck.

Slowly leaning forward, you grab his discarded crutch before giving it back to him. "Here." You mutter before taking a seat on the bed. Ivar follows suit, flopping down next to you.

Blinking several times, Ivar is obviously trying to come to terms with what you just said. "So, you'd rather be dead than here? With me?" His voice is shaking and he fidgets with his fingers on his lap.

"Ivar, there's nothing left here for me… Nothing… We just don't understand each other anymore, you know that. I don't understand you anymore, Ivar. Since Wessex, you've changed so much…"

You've tried. You've tried very hard. But this man, this king, is no longer the man you fell in love with.

"It's about Sigurd, isn't it?" Ivar asks sadly, but you immediately shake your head.

"No Ivar, you know it's not. I told you, even though I wish you hadn't killed him, I understand why you did it. And I know you didn't want to."

"It's about my legs, then." His face suddenly hardens but you know him, he always hides his pain behind anger. "I knew it. I knew this day would come. You're tired of the cripple, admit it."

Without thinking, you grab his hand, entwining his fingers with yours. As much as you resent him for what he has become, you can't let him run himself down like this. " It has nothing to do with your legs. Your legs have never bothered me, and they never will. You're stronger than all other men, not in spite of your legs, but because of them. Actually, you're the strongest man I know, and I've always felt proud to walk beside you, or to be your woman. I forbid you to doubt it."

"Why, then?" Ivar is so soft now, seems to be so… broken, you have to remind yourself why you're leaving. You have to remind yourself of the horror.

Closing your eyes, you conjure up frightful images behind your eyelids.

"You killed Margrethe, Ivar. You didn't have to do that."

He tenses beside you, releasing his hand from your grip. "She was talking rubbish all the time, she was spreading rumors about me, you know that!!"

"She was insane, Ivar! She was no danger, neither to you nor to anyone. And as for the rumors, I'm loud enough for people to know that you can pleasure a woman. She was harmless, and you killed her, and that, Ivar, I can't understand. And then, you did worse. You killed Thora." You can't help but wince, the stench of burning flesh still so vivid in your mind, you'd swear it's real.

Fuming, Ivar points an accusing finger at you. "She defaced my image. She was plotting behind my back. She was conspiring, criticizing me. She saw me as a tyrant while I was just trying to rule well. She was a FUCKING DANGER!"

Startled by his shout, you stand up hastily. "You burned her alive, Ivar!! You burned her entire family. Asbjorn, her brother, had not yet seen his tenth spring. And you killed him!" You know he can see the disgust on your face, and the truth is, you don't care. He deserves your disgust. He deserves your contempt. He deserves you falling out of love with him. "Thora was your brother's lover and she was my friend and you burned her alive!!! How could you?" Your hands tangled in your hair, you shake your head, still barely able to process the horror of what he did.

"And what was I supposed to do, huh?" Ivar seems unshaken, and it strengthens your resolve. He doesn't know between good and evil, not anymore. You want to reply that he could have exiled her, or had her thrown in jail, but to what end? What's done is done, and your former lover is a monster now.

"It doesn't matter, Ivar… What matters is that you're like a stranger. I don't know who you are anymore. Since this girl, you've changed." You shrug, blinking back tears.

Ivar rolls his eyes. "So that's what it was all about? I can't believe you're jealous, Y/N. This girl… It's just a... thrall"

Oh gods! There's none so deaf as those that will not hear, right?

"I'm not jealous, Ivar. She was naked on your lap, but I'm not jealous. Or maybe I was, but it doesn't matter anymore. And I don't give a damn about what or who she is. But she was whispering nonsense in your ear, and since then you've changed. I don't recognize you anymore. You're no longer the man I loved, Ivar..." Your words are genuine, your heart full of sorrow.

Still sitting on the bed, Ivar tilts his head. "You... You can't leave me, Y/N. What... What will I do without you?" His quivering voice sends shivers down your spine. But you won't change your mind. This man in front of you, unsure and insecure, is nothing but a ghost of who he once was. The boy you loved is gone. Dead. Killed by his inner demons.

Swallowing, Ivar slowly stands up, and frowns when you step back. "Y/N," he speaks again, reaching out but to no avail as you stubbornly put your hands on your back, "you're the person I don't need to explain myself to – not when it matters. You see everything I am and you don't run away from it. I... I can't do without you."

Your eyes filling with tears, you shake your head. "I can't be this person anymore, Ivar. I've tried, but I can't. I don't know you at all anymore. You've become the monster that people thought you were. You're paranoid, and narcissistic, and self-centered. You're cruel, and mean, and fearsome. I won't lie, sometimes I still see a shadow of the man – the boy – you used to be. But most of the time, what I see in your eyes is something scary and unfamiliar. I have said it before and I will say it again. I don't recognize you anymore, Ivar. I don't know who you are. You've done terrible things, which I cannot and will not forget and forgive. That's why I'm leaving." Pointing to the trunk, you bite the inside of cheek until it bleeds. "I'll send someone to get it later."

Heading out, you don't wait for his answer. There's nothing he can say that is going to change your mind.

Yet, you stop in your tracks when he calls your name, "Y/N!" his voice sounding like a wounded animal. Slowly turning around, you can see a single tear running down his face. "Please..." He begs and it kills you, because Ivar the Boneless doesn’t beg; never begs. For a fleeting moment, your resolve falters. Maybe you can still save your love. Maybe you can bring back the man he was. Maybe it's not too late. Maybe...

And then, a shadow slips between the heavy doors of the great hall and you recognize the thrall. She's undoubtedly beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Flawless.

Without even according you a glance, she walks with a confident stride and as soon as Ivar sees her, you can tell you cease to exist for him. Enthralled, he watches her every step, a sparkle dancing in his eyes.

Tears flow on your cheeks, but it doesn't matter. You were right.

This is the end.

It's like torture but you can't bring yourself to walk away. So, you watch. You see Ivar closing the gap between them, inviting her to sit down, pouring mead into a cup and handing it to her. "How are you? I've been thinking about you." You feel like you're going to throw up as you see the smile on his lips; as you realize how easily he forgot about you.

His next question nearly kills you. "Are you married?"

You can't believe your ears. You can't stay here anymore. You can't breathe.

You don't want to hear her answer. You know what she will say. And at this moment, deep down inside, you know he will marry her. Of course, he will. He will marry her because she will always be willing to whisper in his ear what he wants to hear.

A blond woman, attractive and seemingly submissive – you know better, but Ivar doesn't –swaying her hips... That's all it takes for Ivar to forget you.

You. Can't. Breathe.

You won't die here from a shattered heart, though. Your pride won't allow it. So, stumbling, your head spinning, you walk away, your fist in your mouth to keep you from screaming.

You were right. There's nothing left.

Nothing.

🛡⚔️🛡

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

#bnha 300 #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #all them todorokis #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I can't believe I've done 300 of these now lol #think I'm gonna finally have to update the post index again

[hournites]

Monster

2x08 SPOILERS AND ANGST IM SORRY IM A MESS 

~.~

The bars are cold between his clenched sweaty palms. The metal clangs against his throbbing head as his heart pounds and the breath shakes out of him like fresh air will never make it down his lungs again. Blooded hair flicks over his face and the vision of Courtney and Pat’s face doubles before him. 

Courtney runs to the bars separating them. Her fists resting on top of his as they cling hard on rust. Panicky promises of help and reassurance she doesn’t know how to give ring in his ears. It’s just noise. Rick doesn’t want to hear it. 

“Beth-” She says and Rick freezes. Her name slaps him hard like one of Matt’s hits. 

“I don’t want to talk to Beth!” His shout rattles the entire room. “I don’t want to talk to anyone!” Courtney spooks. Pat’s hand yanks her from his reach in the cell. Rick didn’t mean that. He didn’t mean to scare Courtney, he didn’t mean to scream like that. He didn’t mean to get to this bleak point. He didn’t mean to screw his life up like this. He didn’t mean to get close enough to people for them to hurt when he snapped at them. He didn’t mean to develop anything towards Grundy. He didn't mean to try this hard. He didn’t mean to start to forgive. He didn’t mean to destroy his uncle. Not at that moment anyway. Except for the fact he always secretly did. He didn’t mean to ever love anyone enough to disappoint them like this. To care about what he’d done tonight and what it really meant. To feel the hollowness in his chest when he thought about tomorrow. Or the day after. Or every year next. 

It’s too late to take that back. 

His life is over. His hourglass is smashed to pieces. His dad’s legacy in a rash fit of anger. Gone. Any chance of a future. Gone. The only house Rick ever tried to feel at home in. Gone. 

His body shudders as his back meets the far cell wall. His legs go weak as he slides to the ground, hands in his hair. He pulls at it and dry heaves. 

It doesn’t matter that it wasn’t real. That girl was real in the lake. Dead eyes up at the grey sky. Bow in her hair. Mud seeped into her skin. Water in her mouth. His parents were real.

Rick hisses in another laboured breath, squeezing his eyes shut tight and fights against the bile that rises from his stomach. Maybe he’ll just let that choke and drown him. 

“The kid’s losing it,” an officer rumbles into his walkie talkie, watching him from the corner of his eye. 

“I’m sorry,” he sobs and he means it as vomit lands on his worn dirt-stained shoes. And then that’s all he can say before throwing up again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-” His uncle’s smashed unrecognizable face flashes fast. The same dark eyes as Mom and the same shade of her hair that tumbled down her shoulders splattered with red gunked blood. Rick’s struck a sudden dose of terror.  “I can’t ever go home.” The whisper tumbles out in a shock numb. “I can’t ever go home. Pat! I can’t ever go--” His voice breaks. “I can’t go back there again!”

“Rick, son,” Pat’s voice cuts in. “We’re not going to worry about that right now. We just want-” It distorts out. Rick can’t hear him no matter how hard he strains his ears. The metal bars greet his hands again, he rocks forward. His nose is blocked and his head rages with a migraine so bad his skull is about to split. “I can’t--”  Why is he talking about going back home? There is no more home. It’s done. It’s over. There’s no second chance for people like Rick. Each dizzying realization spirals into another. He’s sinking into desperation, and it’s a different kind, a more feral anguish that runs through him like blood. Rick can’t go home. He can’t get his stuff. His uncle is going to take his car. They’re going to rip him out of school. He’s going to get expelled. He’ll have nowhere to live. Nobody is going to want him. Nobody is going to care. 

“Rick-” 

Rick does want Beth. The force of the need tears up his insides. He does want her. He wants her so bad he can’t even walk straight. Can’t breathe, can’t see, can’t blink clearly. Courtney passes him a towel and clean shirt through the holding cell bars. What is he supposed to do with it? He can’t even think straight. His nerves are shot. His entire world is over. There’s nothing left. He can strip off the shirt and the shoes and wash the mess and grime and evidence of his crimes. But it won’t strip Rick from the truth. Of what he really is. What he’s always been capable of. Who he was always meant to become. 

“Rick!? Rick!? I heard what happened, I’m on my way.” 

The phone in his hand is Pat’s. He’s not sure when it got there. Or how long she’s been talking in his ear. 

“Beth?” he croaks. 

“Rick. It’s me. My dad is driving me to the station. I’m almost there.” Rick looks up at Pat and Courtney. The curious police officer as they mirror back his helpless shocked-blank face. “I’m almost there,” she says again. 

His heart rips out like a cord. 

He can’t let her see this. She can’t be here. After what she thought about Yolanda? Beth’ll take one look at him and change every positive thought she’s ever had. Stop ever sending one of her smiles his way. 

Please stay home, he almost begs. But the words get lodged, stuck in his acid-burnt throat. What’s the use. Beth already knows. He can’t change anything now. Beth will see what he’s become. She’ll see the ugliness he truly is. 

Her voice is scared but firm. Strong. She’d always been. Beth was always and Rick was not. 

“Rick? Please. Please say something. You can talk to me.” 

The exhaustion attacks him. The thoughts scatter and it gets too hard. He can’t process, can’t function. Can’t fucking live. 

The side-door moves. A red checkered shirt blurs in front of his eyes. Two hands clasped over his hands again, squeezing warmth and life and hope he doesn’t deserve through jail bars. He blinks and focuses. The sliver of relief vanishes in thin air.

It’s not even Beth’s eyes. The green goggles lit up between them. Beth’s too scared. Too afraid to even be fucking face to face with the monster he’s become. 

Rick sobs. 

#hn talks #stargirl #stargirl lb #stargirl spoilers #hn lb #dctv #2x08 #s2 #hn fic #hournite #rick x beth #hournites fic #tkv fic

[ragingpancake]

Menace 2 Society

Set during any time period when Rodney and the gang are on Earth. Possible The Return era. John's away and Rodney finds out a life of crime really isn't for him even though he's really good at it. ~1600 words. Crack.

Author's Note: a repost from my old livejournal, written for @popkin16 allllllll the way back in 2011.

The alcohol stopped burning several shots ago. Now, it slides down as easily as a glass of water (hold the lemon) so he downs the cheap whiskey and motions for another. He thinks the bartender is smirking as he slides the glass across the counter, so Rodney salutes him sloppily with two fingers. "To," he hiccups and burps. Half the liquid sloshes out of the tiny glass as he raises it in thanks. "T'you. For keepin' the good stuff comin'," he says. Or at least that's what he tries to say but it's possible he's speaking Ancient. He swallows and drops the glass back to the smooth bar top and leans over, pressing his face against the cool wood. It feels good and he wants to close his eyes and just sleep. It's not like anyone would miss him anyway.

He sighs and rubs his cheek against it and then he sighs some more. This has turned out to be a spectacularly shitty day. "Ca'I get one more?" Rodney asks. He wiggles a single finger in the bartender's direction, but he will not be swayed. "Sorry buddy. I think you've had enough." It sounds familiar and Rodney remembers even though he came here to forget. "Says who?" He asks, drawing himself up to full height. It's most likely ineffective because he can feel himself swaying on his bar stool. He'll be lucky if he doesn't topple right over into the floor like Humpty Dumpty and that's enough to set him off in a fit of manly giggles. He mumbles the nursery rhyme under his breath--at least, he means to--as he stumbles to his feet and wrestles his wallet out of his back pocket. His fingers, normally so deft and skilled, feel fat and totally useless as he opens the flap and wrestles a wad of money out. It isn't easy but eventually he's successful. He tosses a couple tens down on the counter. "S'been real, m'man!" He calls to the bartender and sweeps his jacket gracefully off the back of the stool. Well, he thinks he sweeps it gracefully off the back of the stool except he's not graceful even under the best of circumstances and drunk out of his mind doesn't really count. He almost falls, but he compensates and manages to keep himself upright. He's the fucking man. "Smooth, McKay," he congratulates himself and saunters--stumbles--towards the exit. Rodney has one hand on the doorknob when the sound of raised voices catches his attention. He whirls around, but when he stops, the room keeps going and it takes a minute until it stops spinning until for him to see the cause of the argument. A guy who reminds him vaguely of Ronon save for the awesome hair, growling a woman who's smaller than Keller. Normally, he would back out quickly before the giant spots him because this is more John's forte than his, but fortified by several shots of cheap whiskey, Rodney puffs up his chest and opens his mouth before his brain catches up. "Hey!" The woman shrinks back, seemingly trying to disappear under the table as the guy turns, narrowing his eyes at Rodney. "The fuck is your problem?" The guy slurs. Rodney hasn't thought this far ahead but he tries for a defiant slouch and glares. "You're m'problem! Maybe you should jus'... jus' shut up and yell at someone your own size." Had John, Ronon, Teyla or even Zelenka been around, they would have reminded Rodney to take his own advice because how many times had he yelled at poor old Miko over the years? The guy laughs and rounds the table, but Rodney doesn't falter. If anything, he stands--tries to--a little straighter and rounds his broad shoulders. There's a very teeny tiny part of his brain, the part that's going to be pissed at him for potentially damaging valuable brain cells when he's not so drunk, that screams at him to run, but he just holds his ground. "You wanna say that to my face?" The guy asks, so close that Rodney can smell what he had for dinner. It's almost enough to make him throw up. "I said you should jus' shut up." The guy reaches out and shoves  Rodney. The extra force is enough to knock him off his balance and he tumbles backwards into the coat rack. He's vaguely aware of the bartender yelling over to them, but he's annoyed now in a way that has nothing to do with idiot lab technicians. It's a struggle to get to his feet but he manages and this time when the guy swings, Rodney has enough foresight to duck. He'll thank Ronon later for teaching him to dodge the obvious blows and he'll thank Teyla for teaching him how to strike. His fist connects with the guy's nose and Rodney can feel the satisfying crunch under his fingers. "I did it!" He says, mildly surprised at actually landing a hit. The excitement doesn't last long though because he's only served to piss the guy off even more and this time when he swings, he doesn't miss. Rodney takes a couple of punches, but they're nothing compared to the beating he would have received before Atlantis, before Ronon

and Teyla, before John. They've taught him to use his bulk, his broad shoulders and big hands, to his advantage and while he doesn't escape completely unscathed, he's pleased to see that the other guy is no better off. Of course, he has exactly three point five seconds to celebrate before his arms are shoved behind his back roughly and held in place by the cool metal of handcuffs. A bar fight and an arrest all in one night? John would be so proud. And it's with that thought that Rodney doubles over and empties the contents of his stomach on the floor. --- There's nothing remotely exciting about being arrested, Rodney thinks mournfully as he shifts in the cracked plastic chair. He doesn't even get to go to real jail. Instead, he's being held in the processing room at the local police department, staring dumbly at the back of the officer's head. He's slouched down in a computer chair, playing Solitaire. Rodney wonders what it means about local law enforcement when they can't even win at that. He wisely keeps this thought to himself. "Don' I get a phone call?" He asks. His head is starting to ache and while he's sure he's already thrown up everything he's eaten in the last year and a half, he still feels like he's going to be sick. He really just wants Carter or hell, even Daniel Jackson to come get him so he can go home and sleep for a month. Or at least until John comes back. "Nope," the officer drawls and that's the end of that. Well okay then. He slumps miserably in his seat, handcuffs clinking the metal rail he's attached to. He really just wants to go home. Not home home but Atlantis home where everything was good and John wasn't being stupid and gallivanting off to another planet in the Milky Way with his brand new team. Without Rodney. Apparently, alcohol was counterproductive because while it was supposed to make him forget, it's all he can think about. He's pulled from his thoughts by the sound of a quiet click and when the door opens up, Rodney can hardly believe his eyes. "Hey buddy," John greets, smiling lazily like Rodney isn't handcuffed for a reason that doesn't involve kinky sex. "What are you doin' here?" "Bailing you out," John says easily. "And really? A bar fight? What were you thinking?" "I was amazing," Rodney says, smiling despite himself. He goes to stand and then remembers he can't exactly go anywhere, so he flops down into the chair and sighs loudly. "John?" "Yeah buddy?" "Can we go home now?" John just grins. --- By the time they make it to Rodney's apartment, Rodney's ready to seriously pass out. He's exhausted and his face is hurting from where that Neanderthal's fist connected with it, but mostly, he's just so happy John is back that he wants nothing more than to get upstairs, get naked and sleep for a month. This time with John. It's a chore to get out of the car and up the stairs, but when John finally shoves the apartment door open, Rodney stumbles in gratefully. "You left me," he accuses halfheartedly as he pulls his shirt over his head with clumsy hands, throwing it onto the back of the couch. "Big jerk. S'your fault, y'know." "It's my fault you got arrested?" "Yes," Rodney sighs. John doesn't argue; he grabs the shirt from the couch and then steers Rodney into the bedroom and Rodney is positive that he's stifling a laugh when he face plants onto the bed. "Turned me into a hardened crim'nal. S'all your fault," he mutters, muffled by the mattress. "A hardened criminal, huh?" "You make me crazy." "I feel the same way about you," John says fondly. The bed dips under John's weight and a second later, Rodney finds himself cuddled up against John's side. He presses his face against John's neck and breathes in his scent. "Don't go 'way anymore, 'kay?" "I'm not going anywhere," John promises. "Especially after this. Who knew a few hours apart would send you spiraling downward into a life of crime?" Rodney just nods solemnly and snuffles quietly against John's neck. "'M such a menace to society," Rodney mutters. John laughs his horrible donkey-laugh and

Rodney feels fond lips against the top of his head. "You're a menace alright. Get some sleep, McKay. I have a feeling you're gonna have one hell of a hangover in the morning." Rodney's already fast asleep.

#sga fic #fandom: sga #mcshep #ship: mcshep #john sheppard #rodney mckay #crack fic #this one always cracked me up

[littlespoonevan]

still getting good at not leaving

guess who couldn’t help herself and had to write a fix-it fic?!?! lmao look i know this storyline will probably get some sort of resolution in tomorrow’s episode but until then i would like to present u all with this <3 takes place just after the end of 11x02

title from pov by ariana grande

I hope you like it! <3

*

Ian heaves himself up off the floor with a huff when he reaches his hundredth sit-up. Mickey’s still on the bed sorting money into piles and steadfastly ignoring the weight of Ian’s gaze so he decides to go take a shower and hopes the room will feel a little less tense when he comes back.

He doesn’t want to be angry at Mickey is the thing. He loves him more than he’s ever loved anything and he knows who Mickey is. He knows “normal life” and whatever the fuck that’s supposed to be has never been what Mickey’s about. And it’s not- he doesn’t want to change Mickey, y’know? He just wants to keep him here. With Ian. And he can’t do that if Mickey’s back inside a jail cell because they didn’t have enough money for bills at the end of the month.

He dries off and changes into a t-shirt and boxers in the bathroom when he’s finished, hanging his damp towel on top of the shower rod and padding back into the bedroom.

Mickey’s still in the same position he was in when Ian left him but the money’s been hidden away.

“You gonna share a bed with me or is that off the table too?” Mickey grumbles once Ian’s closed the door and Ian can’t help feeling a brief pang of guilt. He’s not doing this to make Mickey think he loves him any less. He sighs, turning around to see Mickey scowling up at him, jaw set defiantly.

“Of course I’m sharing a bed with you,” he murmurs, moving over to the bed and leaning down to kiss the top of Mickey’s head before climbing over him to get settled in the empty space on the mattress.

Mickey slouches a little once Ian’s lying beside him, arms crossed as he casts him a sidelong glance. “I tried today, you know.”

And the thing is, Ian does know. But he also knows Mickey prepared himself for what he perceived to be inevitable failure.

“Mick, you didn’t even put down your real work experience on your resume,” he says, keeping his voice light so Mickey doesn’t think he’s nagging him again. “You’ve had real security jobs before.”

“Yeah but this wasn’t a security job so why would it matter? I was trying to tailor it to the job and shit,” Mickey mutters and Ian gives him a sceptical look. Mickey holds his stare for approximately fifteen seconds before he huffs and looks away. “Whatever. I didn’t want this stupid fucking job anyway.”

“I know you didn’t,” Ian tells him, pushing up on his elbows to mirror Mickey’s position sitting against the wall. He reaches for Mickey’s hand then, relieved when Mickey doesn’t pull away and instead splays his fingers so Ian can fold his own between them.

“I get you don’t just want some crappy minimum wage job for no thanks, alright? I get it. But I also don’t want you to end up in prison again-“

Mickey scoffs and opens his mouth to protest but Ian barrels on before he can say anything.

“Just listen a sec,” he pleads, squeezing Mickey’s hand and eventually getting him to meet his eyes again. “I know you know how to be careful but Mick, you’re on probation. And a Milkovich. The cops don’t need much of an excuse to send you back to jail.”

Mickey doesn’t respond right away but something in his expression softens just a bit, like he finally understands why Ian’s been such a pain in the ass about this.

“You know every time I got caught I did it on purpose?” Mickey says after a beat and that pulls Ian up short. He blinks, shaking his head and Mickey’s expression twists into something that’s almost regretfully amused.

“The first time was because I didn’t rat out your boss for the creepy child groomer he was. Which I should’ve, by the way,” Mickey says pointedly, giving Ian the same knowing look he used to give him every time they had this conversation as teenagers. Ian, now, feels pretty comfortable in saying that he’s been brought around to Mickey’s way of thinking.

“Second time was to avoid my dad in case Frank couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” he continues and Ian winces, running his thumb over the back of Mickey’s hand like he can somehow soothe the old hurt. “Then the time with Sammi- okay, yeah, I didn’t get caught on purpose but that was that bitch’s fault, not mine.”

They haven’t talked about Sammi since they first shared a cell but it still makes Ian uncomfortable to think about that time in their life. To think of how much grief and pain he caused Mickey back then.

“Then I distinctly recall turning myself in for your pasty ass,” Mickey says, bringing Ian back to reality with a teasing lilt to his voice and a smirk as he bumps their shoulders together.

Ian huffs a laugh but his chest still tightens somewhat. He’s not oblivious to how much Mickey has sacrificed for him in the past; it’s more than he’s ever deserved. “I’m glad you did,” he mumbles after a moment. “Even if I don’t like that you had to give up your freedom to do it.”

Mickey shrugs, ducking his head and pulling their joined hands into his lap. “Yeah, well. Where would we be if I didn’t, huh?”

Ian smiles to himself, shaking his head, and thinks of a different moment a long time ago when things weren’t quite this easy. What you and I have makes me free. “Probably not married and arguing about how we’re gonna pay the electricity bill.”

Mickey raises an eyebrow at him, letting out quiet laugh before his expression turns serious. “Listen, we’ll figure out the money stuff.”

“I know,” Ian murmurs, closing the distance between them to punctuate his reply with a kiss. He follows it up with a kiss to the ball of Mickey’s shoulder before he straightens again, letting his head rest back against the wall. “I love you.”

Mickey nods just slightly, a silent I know. A we’re okay. “Love you too.”

Ian smiles at him and tugs on Mickey’s hand until they’re both lying down. And with their legs tangled together and their faces only inches apart on the pillows, he knows they’ll figure it out.

They always do.

*

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #my fics #it's been a While pls be nice lmao

[thesibfiles]

Courtney going on tour right after?

Theres a misconception that after Kurts death, Courtney went straight on tour right away. This is false. The album was already set to release a few days after and they couldnt change that on such a short notice. Promotion for the album was cancelled and she pushed back the tour 4 months.

“Live Through This was supposed to provide Love an opportunity to step out from her famous husband’s shadow. “It’s annoying now, and it’s been annoying for nine years, Love said in a 1999 Jane Magazine interview of always being connected to Cobain. Released four days after Cobain’s body was found, the album’s promotion was put on hold. Rather than retreat from the public eye, Love openly mourned and helped fans of Cobain and Nirvana make sense of the singer’s death. She sat with grieving teenagers gathered outside the couple’s Seattle home and recorded a reading of parts of his suicide note that was played at the singer’s memorial that gathered near the Space Needle. In the days following his death, Love showed a very raw and emotional side and admitted that, like many fans, she didn’t have all the answers. 

It was, and still is, impossible for people to discuss Live Through This without noting the irony of the album’s title. Love has said the name was not a prediction at all, but instead a reflection of all she had endured in the months leading up to its release, including a very public custody fight with the Los Angeles Department of Family Services over daughter Frances Bean. Rumors suggested that Cobain had written much of Live Through This (it’s Miss World, not Mister, just FYI). “I’d be proud as hell to say that he wrote something on it, but I wouldn’t let him. It was too Yoko for me. It’s like, ‘No fucking way, man! I’ve got a good band, I don’t fucking need your help,’” was Love’s response to critics in Spin’s oral history of Live Through This. Love and Cobain often shared notebooks and lyrics with each other, and while there is talk of Cobain’s influence on Love’s work, or the writing of all of it, less is mentioned in the press of her impact on his lyrics and music. Rather than sucking all the life out of Nirvana or threatening the success of the band, like many assumed she would do, she inspired Cobain. Fun fact: In Utero, Nirvana’s last album, was named after a line from one of Love’s poems.

Sadly, songwriting rumors would be replaced by other rumors. Women are often vilified and condemned for the deaths of their male partners. Love, like all women, was supposed to save her partner from death and addiction. Fans of Cobain projected all their anger and resentment over the loss of the Nirvana front man onto Love, and soon she was blamed for not only his addiction but also his death. There are even two movies devoted to the theory that Courtney killed Kurt: the awful Soaked in Bleach (2015) and the equally awful Kurt & Courtney (1998). If you think we’ve come a long way, baby, sadly we haven’t. 

One year after Anthony Bourdain’s death, Asia Argento is still being blamed, and in September 2018, Ariana Grande had to take a break from social media after fans blamed her for the death of her ex Mac Miller. A few months later, she would be blamed for new beau Pete Davidson’s mental health and addiction issues. It’s amazing she finds the time to write hit songs what with all the dude destruction she has going on. When women are not being blamed for the deaths of the men in their lives, they are being attacked for not grieving properly. “She wasn’t crying. She’s got $30 million coming to her. Do you blame her for being so cool?” a hospital staffer said of Yoko Ono following John Lennon’s murder in 1980. 

About four months after Cobain’s death, Love went on tour to promote her new album. Some questioned and judged why she would go on tour so soon, but Love has said it was a necessity. She had a young daughter to support. She needed to work. She also, sadly, still needed to prove herself. “I would like to think that I’m not getting the sympathy vote, and the only way to do that is to prove that what I’ve got is real,” Love told Rolling Stone in 1994.

Twenty-five years later, Cobain’s death still hangs over Live Through This. In the days leading up to the anniversary of Cobain’s death, former Hole bassist Melissa Auf der Maur wrote an open letter to music magazine Kerrang saying she “would not stand for Kurt’s death overshadowing the life and work of the women he left behind this year.”

“We were extremely well designed for each other,” Love has said of her relationship with Cobain. In a letter reprinted in Dirty Blonde: The Diaries of Courtney Love, she calls him “my everything. the top half on my fraction.” The two had similar upbringings, both came from broken homes and spent childhoods shuttling between relatives and friends. They both grew up longing for love and acceptance. When we tell the story of Kurt and Courtney we talk about drugs and destruction, but we don’t talk enough about love.

The two also shared an intense drive and ambition. “I didn’t want to marry a rock star, I wanted to be one,” Love said in a 1992 Sassy interview. Evidence of her drive can be found in the many notes and to-do lists she kept, some of which are collected in Dirty Blonde. There are reminders to send her acting résumé to agencies, to write three to four new songs a week, to “achieve L.A. visibility.” A scene in the documentary Kurt & Courtney features an ex of Love’s reading from one of her to-do lists, which has “become friends with Michael Stipe” as the number one task to complete (not only did Love do this, but he is her daughter’s godfather). This ambition is not surprising from a woman who, when she was younger, mailed a tape of herself singing to Neil Sedaka in hopes of getting signed. Love knew what she wanted at an early age, and what she wanted was fame.

She was certainly living by the “do not hurt yourself, destroy yourself, mangle yourself to get the football captain. Be the football captain!” motto she championed in the 1995 documentary Not Bad for a Girl. Ambition is often a dirty word when it is used to describe women and Love is no exception. She has been repeatedly described as calculating and controlling when she should be rewarded for her blond ambition and viewed as an inspiration. Critics and the press often call her a gold digger who only married Cobain for fame and money. They fail to mention that when the two met Pretty on the Inside was actually selling more copies than Bleach, Nirvana’s debut album. Even post-Kurt, Love’s intentions were always under scrutiny. On the Today Show to do press for The People vs. Larry Flynt, Love refused to talk about her past drug use, despite the host’s repeated questions, saying the topic was not an appropriate fit for the show’s demographic. She was right, but it didn’t stop a writer from describing the move as “calculating” in a 1998 Spin piece.

Cobain was ambitious too; he was just much slyer and more secretive about it. He was known to call his manager and complain when MTV didn’t play Nirvana’s videos enough, and he would correct journalists who misquoted the band’s sales figures in interviews. While success is typically celebrated and rewarded for men and it certainly was for Cobain, he also had to be mindful of the slacker generation that loved Nirvana and greeted success — and especially mainstream success —

While female celebrities like Love are criticized for their rebellion, male celebrities, like Cobain for example, are celebrated and mythologized for it. Cobain and Love both struggled with addiction, but it is Love who is repeatedly vilified for her drug use. “She was vilified for being a mess, for being a drug addict, for not being a great parent — in other words, all of the things we expect in a male rock star,” said Bust magazine in a piece in the magazine’s 20th anniversary issue, which featured Love on the cover.

We make jokes about the drug antics of male celebrities from Keith Richards to Charlie Sheen, idolizing their debauchery and depravity. The new Netflix/Lifetime movie by Jack Daniels, The Dirt, about Mötley Crüe, takes the band��s excesses to almost comic levels. Check out crazy tourmate Ozzy Osbourne snorting a line of ants by a hotel pool! Such zany antics! I would love to see Lindsay Lohan try to get away with that. We never allow women to live down their arrests and their addictions, but we repeatedly allow men to have a redemption arc. Robert Downey Jr. was in and out of jail and on and off drugs for much of the mid to late ’90s, but we rarely, if ever, talk about his past.

When Love isn’t being attacked for her addiction issues, she is being judged for her parenting. Love’s first unflattering press was “Strange Love,” the much publicized 1992 Vanity Fair profile by Lynn Hirschberg. While the piece talks at length about Love’s drug use and constantly questions her parenting ability, it doesn’t paint Cobain in the same light. “It is appalling to think that she would be taking drugs when she knew she was pregnant,” says one close friend in the piece. Hirschberg relies on many unnamed sources and focuses often on the tabloid-like aspects of Love’s life and addictions. “Courtney has a long history with drugs. She loves Percodans (‘They make me vacuum’), and has dabbled with heroin off and on since she was eighteen, once even snorting it in Room 101 of the Chelsea Hotel, where Nancy Spungen died,” she writes. “Reportedly, Kurt didn’t do much more than drink until he met Courtney.” (Even when it is reported by Kurt and Krist that Kurt tried heroin in 1989, way before Courtney, It was also known that he smoked weed and used caugh syrup to get high in 1989 and 1990.)

This double standard was common in coverage of the couple. In Kurt Cobain: Montage of Heck, the 2015 documentary by Brett Morgen, Love asks her husband, “Why does everyone think you’re the good one and I’m the bad one?” Later in the film we see a scene of Frances Bean’s first haircut. The child sits on Cobain’s lap while Love searches for a comb and scissors. The camera shows Cobain nodding off, and while he maintains that he is just tired, it’s clear he’s not. The scene is painful to watch, especially because those around Cobain carry on like nothing in wrong, giving the feeling this is just like any other day in the Love-Cobain household. The scene is a reminder of how the press treated Cobain’s addiction when he was alive. They just carried on like nothing was wrong, instead directing all their judgement at Love.

#courtneylove #courtney love #hole #grunge #nirvana #kurt cobain #kurtcobain #90s

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Dulce Periculum Pt. 2

Summary: Devious and devilish, your two new impish hybrids never miss a chance to torment you for your hopeless attraction to them, knowing exactly what they do to you. But is sly sexuality and enigmatic allure all there is to the tiger and wolf hybrid, or do the depths of their eyes hide something more for you? Part 2/2.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 8.8k

Pairings: Tiger Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader X Wolf Hybrid!Jeongguk

Warnings: Taehyung has some tiger parts that you might wanna google, knotting, too much cum, creampie, cumplay(?), penetrative hardcore sex, oral sex (f and m recieving), slight ass play, threesome, swearing, ugly crying lol.

Part 1 | Part 2 (complete)

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Bewildered, Jeongguk stood rooted on his feet for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. He had expected surprise from you, maybe even a little bit of disgruntlement, which he could deal with and have you back in his arms in no time. 

Instead, he’d just watched you cry for the first time. And he was the reason. 

Muscles snapping back into action, he dashed after you, shouldering past many a drunk people impolitely. Jackson wasn’t gonna be happy with him for slacking off on bouncer duty, and shoulder checking club-goers on top of it, but right now he couldn’t give a flying fuck about anybody but his owner. He was a little shaken, second guessing everything. 

He knew you were attracted to them. It was crystal clear you wanted them. Although he admits it wasn’t the most ethical thing to not reveal his identity to you, but he was a hybrid! He hadn’t considered that possibility until after you kissed him. Because for him, he could recognise your scent from among a crowd of people blindfolded. But what had he done that was so bad you would cry? 

He was thoroughly distressed by the time he burst through the exit, frantically looking for you among the few people still straggling outside. His panic rose when he couldn’t spot you. Willing his heart to calm, he took a deep breath, immediately picking up your scent in the air. Turning left, he followed the scent trail and just as he turned a corner he spotted you. The blue of your dress was stark against the otherwise dim surroundings, like a neon light in the dark. You were stumbling along the pavement, clearly the alcohol was doing its job, but he could also hear your angry mutterings. For someone who was usually quiet and never drew attention to herself, you were swinging way too opposite your usual scale of behaviour. As he speeded up to catch up to you, he realised he wasn’t the only one to notice. 

Some humans loitering beside an alleyway a few metres ahead were very opening leering at you, attention firmly on your swaying figure perfectly on display in your skin tight dress as they watched you approach. He broke into a run, anger and fear for you battling inside him. 

“Back the fuck off!”, he shouted when he saw one of them break from the group to approach you. 

Hearing him you stopped in your angry stride abruptly, not turning around to look at him. When he caught up to you, he placed a protective hand on your shoulder immediately, glowering at the men who still seemed to be not getting his message, the man who had stepped forward was observing you both with a critical eye. Likely gauging whether he and his gang could take him up or not. 

“___, lets go home.”, Jeongguk whispered in your ear from behind, and you jolted hearing your actual name from his mouth. 

It seemed he couldn’t get one thing right this night because you turned on him so fast he startled back.

Pointing a finger at his chest, you raged with mascara smudged tears running down your face. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you! Fuck off! I’m done being a toy you can play with!”

Jeongguk gaped at you for a moment, the sight of you so distressed and angry had him feeling a little helpless. He reached for you, but you flinched back, stumbling in your heels. 

A pain bloomed in his chest, like a glass shard lodged in skin and he was convinced that it was his own doing which had put it there. Doing his best to appear harmless, he gently caught your cold hand to stabilise you. 

“__, I’m sorry. We can sort this all out at home, okay. Let me take you home.”, he spoke softly, his ears folded over on his head as he placed his other hand on the small of your back. 

He was never one to display the typical domestic hybrid behaviours so many humans associated hybrids in general with. He was a wolf, he acted like one. But right now, all he wanted to do was give you puppy dog eyes and ask for warm hugs till you forgot about whatever he’d done to fuck up things so bad. 

Tonight wasn’t his night though.

“Oh now you wanna call me by my name, huh? What happened to “owner”?”, your voice was dripping with derision, a sneer on your tear-streaked face. 

“Is that guy bothering you?”, one of the creepy guys who had been leering at you asked, ironically. Giving Jeongguk a smirk, he ambled a little closer towards you.

Jeongguk’s hackles rose, his wild instincts thrumming to protect his territory which was currently under threat for all he cared. But these guys were humans, he had to be cautious, if he beat them into a pulp like he was itching to, he could end up in jail for a long time, or worse be put down without a proper trial. Hybrids weren’t treated like the rest of the general population when it came to acting in self defence. 

On top of that he was a trained fighter. He could lose his license as a trainer if he put his hands on these puny, malnourished bastards. 

But Jeongguk swore if the pervert took one more step towards you he’d throw caution to the wind, chance his luck and cave the fuckhead’s face in with his fist. 

You turned your head to look at the guy in confusion, having not even realised someone was there in the first place. The guy had the audacity to put out his hand for you to take. 

Jeongguk growled threateningly, a sound that came deep from his chest, lengthened canines on display as he bared his teeth in a predatory snarl. 

The pervert faltered, hand falling to his side as he swallowed, but making another shameless attempt he called out to you, “Come with me sweetheart. We can go anywhere you like. Or would you like us to beat up this dog for you?”

You recoiled, disgust clear on your face as you pressed into Jeongguk’s chest to get away from them. 

Jeongguk suppressed his smile when you, very drunkenly, put them in their place. 

“My hybrid broke a hulking bear’s jaw yesterday, do you guys want a bone alignment too? Or maybe you have a death wish?”, you asked sarcastically, wildly pointing at them to make your point.

Jeongguk had had enough of stalling out on this cracked pavement, under broken streetlights and he could tell you were getting cold. He was getting you home within the next ten seconds or else. 

Swiftly removing the black button down he was wearing, that all club employees were supposed to wear, he wrapped it around your shoulders as you gesticulated at the men some more, this time involving middle fingers. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath so he was good to go. 

Next he lifted you into his arms easily, a surprised yelp escaping you as you clutched his shoulders for balance. Making an about turn he strode towards the direction where his car was parked, not giving another glance to the human men looking at you both bewildered. 

Surprisingly, you didn’t put up any fight to get down from his arms, clenching your fingers in the fabric of his shirt around you to keep it from falling down. He peered down at you cautiously, knowing that he was taking a liberty carrying you like this but he could not stand in the presence of those vile men ogling at you while you shivered in the cold for one more moment. He was able to smell their sick thoughts and arousal for you, he wouldn’t have been able to control himself he didn’t take you away from there immediately. 

You looked spent and small in his arms, like all the fight had left your body. You didn’t look at him, instead finding something immensely interesting in the club logo printed on his T-shirt and swirling your finger around the design over his left pec. It was nothing, just the tip of your finger over fabric, but it made him shudder nonetheless. 

You had absolutely no clue what you did to them, how your smallest gesture or quirk send their hearts tailspinning much like yours did when they teased you. 

Taehyung and him had decided that it was better for everyone that their new owner didn’t know how they felt about her. Owning hybrids for the first time, they knew it was difficult for you to adjust your life around them anyhow, when not even factoring your own attraction to them, they had decided not to mix in their own emotions into it to make it any harder for you. 

But Jeongguk was wondering if maybe that wasn’t the best course of action anymore. 

He sighed, your silence was killing him more than your angry shouts. “Own—”

“If you think I’ve forgiven you, don’t. I don’t want to talk to you.” You sniffled slightly and if your words weren’t enough, the sound jabbed him straight in the heart.

Jeongguk knew when to throw in the towel and apologise sincerely, though he still wasn’t quite sure exactly what had made you cry so bad. 

“Forgive me, Owner. I should have told you it was me back in the club, I didn’t real—”

Your sudden glare on him was so intense, his words automatically died in his throat. What had he done now?

“You think I’m angry because I didn’t know that it was you?!”, you snapped, voice loud and decidedly pissed off once again. He gulped, glancing down at you cautiously but not breaking his stride to his car parked behind the club. 

“Then what are you angry at?”, he dared to ask, though something told him that he was only digging himself a deeper hole. But he’d fucked up royally somehow anyway, how worse could it get?

The scowl on your face and the tinge of red taking over the skin of your face told him the answer. Your next words were screamed at his head. “How about not coming up to me in the first place?! How about leaving me be?!”

Jeongguk stopped walking as a horrifying thought occurred to him. His voice was dumbfounded as he asked, “Are you saying it wasn’t cons—”

“NO!”

Jeongguk’s soul almost left his body at your scream, as he flinched back from you. At this rate he wouldn’t be surprised if someone called the police. 

A sliver of irritation was quickly replacing his remorsefulness. “Then you did want me to kiss you? And it’s not about me not revealing my identity? Then what is it? You’re not making any sense, Owner.”

“Put me down.”

“What?”

“Put me down.”, you snapped, squirming in his arms so that he was forced to let you stand on your feet.

“We’re almost to my car, please don’t tell me you won’t let me take us home. I’m sorry for making you angry. Again.”

You shook your head, and he almost panicked at your apparent refusal but you allayed it. “Lead the way.”

When you both got to his car, you refused any help from him, running ahead of him slip in the back passenger seat before he could open the front one for you. He sighed, never knowing you were such a petty sulker, but frankly he should have expected it. 

He blasted the heat when he settled in the driver’s seat, reaching back to adjust the rear vents so they directly faced you. The whole time in the car he kept glancing in the review mirror.  You didn’t meet his eyes once, but passed out in your seat two blocks away from reaching home.   

Jeongguk knew he had a mountain to climb ahead of him. For a minute there, his thoughts had taken an unbearable turn. What if whatever he had done damaged his relationship with you permanently? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. 

But he shook them away, not accepting the possibility. 

Parking in the driveway, he exited and rounded the car to open your door. You were deep asleep, the streaks of the tears still visible on your face and your dress so bunched up around your hips, he could almost see your panties. 

Averting his eyes, he wiped your face gently, doing his best to get the rid of the smudged mascara on your skin. Not wanting to wake you up, he took you in his arms so carefully and gently, it was almost like he was holding a newborn. You were as fragile to him though. 

Taehyung opened the front door even before Jeongguk could attempt to take out his keys, his eyes widening taking in the sight of you. 

He had enough presence of mind to keep his voice down. “What the fuck happened?”, he whisper-shouted as he let you both in. 

“Ugh.” Did Jeongguk really have to do this right now? He kinda just wanted to tuck you in, cuddle up to you and sleep forever. 

Taehyung wanted answers though, closing the door behind him, his hyung followed the two of you to your bedroom, feet shuffling frantically. “You had one job, Jeongguk. You were supposed to look out for her, why is she passed out?”

Jeongguk gestured for Taehyung to flip the bedding so he could settle you in. Taehyung narrowed his eyes at his non-answer but did it nonetheless. Laying you down and removing your heels, he answered the elder. “She’s just asleep.”

Taehyung was going to strangle him. He was just prolonging the inevitable. 

Taehyung was silent for a moment, before he whispered ominously. “Has she been crying?”

Or not. 

“Umm.”

Taehyung growled. And trust Jeongguk when he says a tiger’s growl is equal a throaty roar that can make one piss his pants. 

“Jeongguk.”

The younger sighed, getting up to face Taehyung’s wrath. This was officially turning out to be the worst night ever. Taehyung was very protective over you, much like him, though the tiger hybrid didn’t show it as often as he did, which was not much in the first place. But Jeongguk was certain he’d tear apart limb from limb any person who dared to make you cry. Jeongguk just hoped he made an exception for him. 

Taehyung’s face was carefully blank and his voice deadpan, “Jeongguk, tell me why she was crying, or I’ll make you cry.”

Nodding, the wolf gestured for him to come to the living room so as not to disturb you. 

He wished this night got over already.

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You’d been dreaming of soft fur and an even softer kisses when you woke up, the pleasant images your subconscious was supplying slipping out of your grasp and into oblivion till you couldn’t remember them anymore. 

Instead a dull throbbing ache in your head and in your heart replaced them and by the time you were throwing the duvet off to get up your body ached too. 

“Ugh.” You plopped your head in your hands, feeling like death warmed over. You were feeling a little floaty and disjointed but from the corner of your eyes you sighted the ibuprofen on the bedside table along with a glass of water bringing you hurtling down into reality. 

Your brain supplied memory after memory of the previous night against your will, if you could stop the onslaught of remembrance you would, but you were helpless against it. Whatever happened to too much alcohol making you forget your drunken self? You clearly hadn’t been drunk enough, you guessed. 

Wanting to burrow back under the covers so you never had to face your hybrids but feeling gross as hell, you gingerly got up from your bed to head into your en-suite, internally thanking your real estate agent that you had a bathroom attached in every bedroom of your house. 

As you showered, you couldn’t help but come to terms with what you’d done. Storm off on Jeongguk after publicly climbing him like a tree and play battle of the tongues with him, almost get into trouble with some creepy men, scream Jeongguk’s ear off with your hysterical fit and sulk afterwards. He was likely so fucking confused at your behaviour, it wasn’t like they knew your feelings for them were serious and your anger more like a jilted lover who’d been told their relationship wasn’t serious rather than about your bruised pride, though the latter hurt just as much. 

You could never tell them the real reason though, they’d pity you more than they already did. That’s why you were dithering in your bedroom, putting on your cozy hoodie that reached the bottom of your thighs as slowly as you could. Not having the will to do much else with your appearance, you left it at that. 

Time to put on your big girl panties. 

When you stepped outside you immediately spotted them in the living room. Taehyung was sprawled on the couch, manspreading in a way that forced one’s gaze straight to the crotch and his inviting lap, sipping his tea languidly. 

The sight an smell of tea pulled you robotically closer till the Jeongguk’s figure came into view and you stopped abruptly. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, on pins and needles. 

And he sported a black eye. 

You gasped involuntary at the sight, drawing your hybrids’ attention to you, ears twitching and tails immediately in motion. Jeongguk sprang up from his seat, evidently aiming to amble towards you but you swiftly changed directions and dashed into the kitchen instaed, but not before seeing his crestfallen face at your apparent retreat. 

Grabbing a bag of frozen peas from the freezer you rushed back to the living room, his face lighting up again at your return. What a silly wolf. 

Even before you could stand before him properly, you were slapping the bag of ice cold peas on his eye. 

“Ow.”, he grunted, looking up at you beguilingly from where he had sat back down on the couch. 

“How did this happen?”, you asked, turning your head to narrow your eyes at Taehyung because you had your suspicions. 

The two often roughhoused with each other, giving as best as they got. Even with all of Jeongguk’s training you’d noticed Taehyung never seemed intimidated by it, matching the younger for every swipe and punch. You never thought it was your place to get in between what was clearly nothing serious, just a way to blow off steam between the hybrids but none of them had ever ended up with a bruise before.

Taehyung shrugged, putting his cup down. “We just talked.”

“With your fists?”

Jeongguk grabbed your wrist to pull it down from his eye, showcasing to you the light purple outline along his eye. “It’s already halfway healed, Owner. It’s gonna be back to normal in an hour or two.”

Shaking his hand off yours, you slapped the pea bag back on his eyes. You didn’t care to hear them boast about their accelerated healing, a black eye was a black eye.

 “Or an hour or four.”, he grumbled, rolling one eye up at you. Slowly, he brought his hands up to circle them around your waist, clutching you tightly close. Your heart pounded but you didn’t say anything.

“I’m a fighter, it’s nothing I’m not used to.”

“Did I ask?”

Taehyung guffawed from behind you.

Jeongguk pouted. “Right.” He fidgeted a little, clearly bubbling with something more to say but hesitating.

“Just say it, Jeongguk. And remember what I told you.”, Taehyung said exasperatedly. 

You frowned but Jeongguk’s monologue overran your confusion. 

“I’m sorry for not considering your feelings, ___. If you thought that I was playing a prank on you or that I kissed you just for the heck of it, that’s not true! I had been keeping an eye on you all night and you looked so beautiful. When that fucker tried to put his gross hands on you in the club, I couldn’t let it happen. I was gonna leave you alone the whole night, let you enjoy by yourself, that was the plan. But I couldn’t help but give in when you clutched my hands around your waist like you never wanted to let go. And you smelled so good and looked so fucking sexy. I was helpless not to give in. But in no way, was I playing a joke on you or toying with you or whatever else you’ve convinced yourself. It was just my genuine, unadulterated want for you.”

You stared down at him in bewilderment before turning your head to glance at Taehyung. The tiger hybrid looked proud of his younger, nodding at you like he agreed that Jeongguk had been a good boy and it was time for his treat. 

“See. We just talked and I helped him along with his apology.”, Taehyung informed sagely. 

Then something registered belatedly. “Wait. Keeping an eye on me all night long? Let me enjoy myself? You knew I was there the whole time?”

Jeongguk, who had been glowing a little with self pride, looked like all his hopes had been dashed once again. Luckily his hyung was there to save him. 

“Eh, ___. I thought that was a moot point but I should have known you’re a little slow on the uptake. I planted those flyers in our mailbox.”

You turned on him so fast you got whiplash, Jeongguk’s hands falling from your waist. “What?!”

“Umm.” Taehyung eyed the frozen pea bag still in your hand, worried that you were going to hurl it at his head. “I take back the part about you being slow on the uptake?”

“Why did you do it?”, you asked, feeling hurt creep back up on you after the warmth Jeongguk’s words had blossomed. Had they planned this all out to make a fool of yourself? 

Taehyung was remarkably more perceptive than his younger. He realised you were getting riled up in your self-deprecating thoughts again immediately. He got up, closing the distance between you to take your hands in his and pull you closer. Hooking your chin up to make you look at him, he peered into your eyes for an excruciatingly long moment, his orange ears flicking on top of his head when he frowned. 

“I know what you’re thinking. Please don’t. We were just worried. When you told us you were going to a club, I thought why not the one where Jeongguk’s gonna work? He could look out for you from afar while you had the break from us you were clearly going for. Kill two birds with one stone. You weren’t supposed to know he was there.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. He knew why you had not spent your weekend like you usually did and went clubbing instead. He was even more perceptive than you gave him credit for. 

Taehyung smiled slightly at your surprise, taking your right wrist in his hands to softly rub circles on your pulse, a peculiarity of his and Jeongguk’s that they often did. You never asked why but got nervous and flustered everytime they took your wrist in their hands. 

But today you were curious enough. You held up your hand, taking his along. “You guys do this a lot. Why?”

Taehyung, whose gaze was as penetrating as ever a few seconds ago, flitted his eyes away from yours. You heard Jeongguk get up to stand beside you, taking your other hand in his. 

“We can’t properly scent you, __. This is us compensating for it.”, he informed. The bruise around his eye was almost gone, a thin ring of bluish-purpled skin all that was remaining. 

Your frown of cluelessness was clear on your face. 

Instead of answering your unspoken question, Taehyung asked one of his own, stepping even closer till your chest brushed his and you had no choice but to look up as he towered over you. “Tell me, Owner. Did you want Jeongguk to kiss you? Although I know the answer already, be honest.”

You should have been offended at his presumption but you had no room to hide from your feelings anymore, not that you ever had. But you were feeling impossibly exposed since yesterday night, might as well rip off the band-aid and get it over with. 

“Yes.’, you whispered. Jeongguk pulled your hand up to kiss your palm. 

Taehyung smirked. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

God, yes. You nodded. 

Taehyung shook his head, chuffing disapprovingly. “Speak up, Owner. I don’t want any mixed signals between us anymore.”

You bit your lip, but gave in. He was right, it was past time that you went past silent pining and them loud diversion through their constant teasing. 

“Yes please. Kiss me Taehyung.” 

Taehyung closed his eyes, before he closed the distance between you, urgently murmuring one last confession before taking your lips in a searing kiss. “I have been dying to.”

Hands going into his hair immediately to keep him in place, you stood on your tip-toes to deepen the kiss. It wasn’t a slow, languid exploration like the kiss with Jeongguk but a frenzied meeting of lips that left the taste of tea on your tongue when he pushed his inside your mouth. His hand cupped your cheek ever so tenderly, starkly contrasting the ravenous way he devoured your mouth. 

You sensed Jeongguk behind you before he pushed your hair off one of your shoulders, making room for his lips on the pulse at the crook of your neck. He sucked at the sensitive skin before biting it gently, making you groan in Taehyung’s mouth. 

Nuzzling the skin behind your ear, the wolf hybrid whispered heavily. “This is scenting. Our scent all over you so other hybrids know to stay away. Know that you are taken.”

You broke the dizzying kiss to turn your head to the younger, much to Taehyung’s annoyance as he chuffed and attached his lips to your jaw instead, trailing kisses to the other side of your neck. 

“It comforts us to know that our territory is marked.”, the tiger hybrid continued, his voice a low baritone somewhere between a growl and rumble. 

“Your territory, huh?” You raised a brow, a small smile playing on your lips as you tilted you head to bare more of your neck to him. 

Taehyung straightened, his canines had lengthened a little, giving a sinister edge to his crooked smile. “Do you have any doubts, Owner? Want us to give you a demonstration of exactly how much we own you?”

Gulping at the veiled threat/inveiglement, your body couldn’t help but sing with anticipation and lust at it, arousal seeping from your pussy already. 

“Fuck, she’s wet, hyung.”, Jeongguk growled, nipping at your neck lightly, mindful of his sharp teeth. “You smell so good when you’re turned on, Owner.”

Taehyung tilted his head. “Is that a yes? We won’t go easy on you, we’ve wanted this ever since you first stepped foot inside that lawyer’s office.”

He was saying everything you’d wanted to hear from them ever since they came into your life, your wildest fantasies were coming true. 

Reaching up to card your finger into Taehyung’s hair, you ran your nails at the base of his soft orange and black striped ears. An involuntary chuff escaped him automatically and he narrowed his eyes at you. He was so tiger-like in his disposition, arrogant, ever-knowing and loved to keep his feelings in isolation by directing attention on everyone but himself, unless he was modeling that is. No more.

“I’ve wanted this too. But you both knew that, I didn’t exactly make a secret of it.” Reaching behind you pulled Jeongguk closer too, giving his furry ears the same treatment. Unlike Taehyung he accepted your petting gladly. “For once I want you guys to be as vulnerable as I always am around you two.”

Taehyung pursed his lips. “How exactly do we do that?”

You smirked, much like he did whenever he teased you. “You call me Owner but do I really own you? I want to hear it from your lips. Both of yours.”

Taehyung stilled in front of you while Jeongguk was silent only momentarily before barking, “You own me, Owner. I am yours.”

You huffed a laugh at his eagerness but the sincerity in Jeongguk’s voice spread tingles of warmth to your heart, his deep voice flaming your libido. You challenged Taehyung with your eyes.

The tiger studied you for a second before sighing, knowing you’d put him on the spot and he couldn’t get away with dodging talking about his feelings like he usually did. “You own me, __. But we own you too.”

“That’s fine with me.”, you murmured before reaching up to pull him for another mind-melting kiss. 

Jeongguk whined from behind you. “Thats unfair.”

Without breaking away, you took the wolf hybrid’s hands to snake them inside your hoodie and upon your bare breasts. His palms immediately kneading them, hardening your nipples. 

“Fuck yes.”, he grunted in your neck, pinching your nipples till you gasped and broke the kiss, the electric pleasure going straight to your core till you were rubbing your thighs together. 

Taehyung grabbed the hem of your hoodie to pull it up and off your head in one jerky motion, till you stood before them in nothing but your panties. 

Some of your momentary bravado fizzled at the prospect of them checking you out while you were so bare, you fidgeted your hands up to try and cover your breasts. 

Jeongguk’s hands caught yours before you could. “Nuh uh.”

Taehyung bit his lip as he surveyed your naked upper body, reaching up to circle your left areola but not touching the hardened peak of your breast, torturing you slowly. “These belong to us now, you said so yourself. You can’t hide them away from us from now on.”

“Please.”, you sighed when he continued evading your neglected nipple. 

Smiling at your begging, he rewarded you by pushing you back in Jeongguk’s arms and bending down to take your nipple in his hot mouth. Your toes curled immediately as your head hit the wolf’s shoulder, current travelling straight to your pussy at his eager suckling. 

“Fuck, I’ve got the best view.”, Jeongguk breathed into your hair, watching his hyung worship your breast, his striped tail swishing behind him. 

Not able to help himself, Jeongguk slid his hands down to hook into your panties, teasing them down till they fell on the floor. Parting your legs with his thigh and catching the back of your leg with his hand, he put your foot on the couch to give him unfettered access to your dripping pussy. 

Your folds parted on their own at the position he put you in, and when his fingers touched your pussy he found your weeping center immediately, your hole clenching at his touch.. 

When he pushed one finger in slowly, you brought your hands to Taehyung’s head to clutch him to your chest, the tiger hybrid looking up at you with mirth in his eyes. 

Turning your head you whispered in Jeongguk’s ear, “More.”

He smirked...and removed the one finger he’d lodged inside you. 

“Jeongguk!”, you whined, mouth turning down at the corners when Taehyung left your breast too. 

Before you had time to complain, the wolf was pulling you back to abruptly manhandle you over the edge of the couch’s armrest, so that your naked ass stuck out in the air enticingly while your upper body sprawled stomach down on the plush seat. 

“You want more? I think you’d love Taehyung hyung’s tongue on your cunt. He’s got a way with it that even I can’t compete with.” Jeongguk parted your legs to bare your pussy to him, groaning as he thumbed the labia and stretched it open, giving him a view of your empty hole, glistening wet and begging him for a taste. “I wanna eat you out so bad.”

Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you glanced back at him in confusion, your face indicating you’d love for him to do just that. “Then do.”

Taehyung stepped beside Jeongguk, pulling his oversized button up shirt over his head without bothering with the buttons and somehow just that simple action made you even more wetter. 

Shaking his head to clear his shaggy hair off his face, he threw the shirt to the side, before giving you a secretive smile, as if he was aware of every thought going through your head. He likely was.

Jeongguk stepped aside to give his spot to his hyung, eyes not leaving the prize between your legs once, it was clearly hard for him to give up eating you out to his elder. 

Jeongguk gave you a knowing smirk as he came to stand before you, hands on the fly of his jeans. “Trust me, Owner. You want hyung’s tongue on you more than mine.”

Taehyung kneeled behind you, parting your thighs much like Jeongguk had. You jolted a little when you felt his fingertip find and rub your clit with experienced ease. Slow, deliberate circles as you felt the heat of his face approach closer to your core. 

You expected his tongue but he blew on your open pussy, making you clench and groan at the tingling sensation. “Please don’t tease, Tae.”

“Why don’t I distract you while hyung does what he wants.”, Jeongguk growled, grabbing your hair roughly to turn your face to him. 

The tight grip on your hair and the sight of a big, fat cock two inches from your mouth, had you salivating. You made to rub your thighs together to alleviate some pressure but yelped when Taehyung slapped your asscheek reprimandingly. 

“Don’t you dare hide away my breakfast.”, he rumbled before promptly taking your clit in mouth, sucking hard while circling the bead with his tongue. Simultaneously, his hand on your ass slid down to push two long fingers in your dripping hole without any warning.

Your gasp was choked back by Jeongguk jamming his cock in your mouth, not giving you any reprieve as he collected your hair in a makeshift ponytail to help him ride your face. 

“Yes.”, he grunted, teeth clenched at the feel of your tongue on the underside of his dick. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about this, Owner. You sucking me off while Hyung eats you out.”

You moaned around his cock, relaxing your throat to take more of him, loving the feel of him so big in your mouth almost to the point of choking. That along with Tae’s mouth on your clit had you on cloud nine, all your dreams coming true already. 

You’d almost gotten settled into the rhythm of Jeongguk’s thrusts into your mouth when Taehyung pulled back to run his tongue from your clit to your perineum in one slow lick. 

This time you choked on Jeongguk’s cock for real, and the wolf generously pulled out to give you room to breath, smirking down at you. “Now you get why?”

Taehyung slid his tongue over your inner labia, probing yout hole but not going deeper. 

You keened. “What is that? It’s like...”, you trailed off because you couldn’t put it into words. 

His tongue wasn’t like anybody else’s you’d had on your pussy before, it felt ridged, like a thousand small peaks over the surface which had your sensitive pussy overstimulated at a thousand different points. 

One more excruciatingly slow lick, that had you clenching your fingers on Jeongguk’s thighs it was so good, and Taehyung pulled back to shrug at you. “Perks of being half tiger. I got a tongue like one.”

Your brain supplied a vague memory of you reading about tigers having spikes on their tongues somewhere. A tiger’s licks were supposed to be painful because of them, but Tae’s felt like it was made to eat a pussy out. You briefly wondered if that was deliberate on the part of the scientists who bred them before Taehyung was going back to giving you his genetically enhanced cunnilingus experience and making you forget all lines of thought.

A nudge from Jeongguk had you taking him back in your mouth, though it was seriously hard to concentrate on the blowjob when Taehyung was making your pussy feel like it was getting its own customised massage. Thankfully, Jeongguk took over the hard part from you by grabbing your hair and thrusting his fat cock in your mouth so that you only had to keep your mouth open and throat relaxed for him while he used you. 

When Taehyung pushed his alien tongue inside your pussy, your eyes rolled back at the feeling. He was eating you out in earnest now, drinking up the juices you produced for him, his hands on your lower back keeping you in place while he enjoyed himself. You could tell he truly loved doing this, he was clearly good at it because in no time you felt yourself climbing that familiar hill of pleasure. One thumb snaked down to gently ghost over your puckered back hole, making you clench your pussy walls around his invading tongue. 

His tongue felt so good, you couldn’t imagine how the cock in your mouth would feel in your pussy. They were clearly experienced lovers, though it wasn’t something you wanted to delve into currently. 

The triple onslaught of his finger circling your clit, his tongue working your cunt and the thumb on your anus, had you hurtling towards your orgasm at breakneck speed. Jeongguk felt you coming too, because he pulled back just as Taehyung flicked your clit with his tongue. 

The texture of his tongue made your clit zing with pleaure-pain as your orgasm washed over you so suddenly it left you winded. 

“Taehyung!”, you screamed his name so loudly the neighbours must have heard it. 

You slumped down on the couch, panting slightly. Taehyung ran a comforting hand up your bare back as he got up. You didn’t even realise Jeongguk taking his spot till you felt the distinct touch of the wolf folding one of your legs over the couch, spreading you impossibly wide. 

“Owner, your pussy is so swollen and cute. Hyung ate you out so well.”

You snorted, not getting up from your sprawled position. “Did you just call my vagina cute?”

Jeongguk huffed more cutely than any part of your body could ever look. “It is. And it’s gonna look even cuter with my cock stuffed deep in it.”

You laughed. “Yes please, but you gotta stop calling it cute.”

Taehyung plopped down on the couch beside your head. “It’s our pussy now. We can call it whatever we want. Infact, I’m gonna name it peaches after my favourite fruit.”

Highly offended, you propoed up on your elbows to give him a peice of your mind but he bent down to cover your mouth with his, effectively shutting you up. His hands carded into your hair to pull you up and deeper into the kiss and you forgot about what you had to say. 

This time you distinctly felt the uneven texture (along with the taste of your pussy) on his tongue, something you’d failed to notice during the first kiss. 

He pulled back to whisper against your lips, eyes hooded. “Because yours is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

Jeongguk’s pushed in three fingers then, immediately feeling you gush around his finger at Taehyung’s words. Even though you weren’t a fan of hearing about any of their previous exploits, the thought you being the best pussy he’d tasted made your heart clench. 

Jeongguk chuckled. “Are you a slut for praises, Owner? Your pussy just went impossibly tight and wet.”

“I’m a slut for your cock. Put it in, Jeongguk.”, you whined as your hands attacked Taehyung’s zipper, craving his cock in your mouth. 

“Yes you fucking are.”, Jeongguk cursed thrusting inside you in one swift motion that had you tumbling into Taehyung’s lap as you cried out at the feeling of being so fucking full. 

It had been a long time since you’d had sex and you were feeling the effects, your cunt walls moulded to his cock like a warm, wet second skin and you clenched around him to get him deeper. 

“Fuck don’t do that, __. I’m gonna knot you before I even get to fuck you properly.”

“Then fuck me!”, you cried. 

He pulled back slowly, almost making you cry at the pace, before he thrust in so hard you felt his cock near your cervix. Soon, he set a brutal pace that had your jaw lax and eyes clenched in pleaure. His cock was so big and fat, he was making your walls throb from the inside. 

Taehyung pushed your hair behind your ears, making you look up at him. You realized you’d abandoned the blowjob you were about to give him when Jeongguk’s cock made you forget everything. You didn’t know how you could give him a good suck when you were being drilled into so thoroughly, but you made to try nonetheless, putting your hand on his bulge.

He took your hand in his, stopping you. Leaning forward, Taehyung kissed you tenderly. “Don’t worry about me. I’m so hard just looking at the beautiful face  you make when you get fucked good.”

You pulled him in to your lips again, groaning in his mouth when Jeongguk adjusted his pelvis to fuck up into you, brutally pounding your g-spot till you felt a deep pressure build inside you that had you shaking in Taehyung’s arms. 

Your nails dug into his arms, and pretty soon you couldn’t even concentrate on his lips, your face thumping down on his shoulder as your whole body moved from Jeongguk’s hard thrusts that had his pelvis slapping your ass in a rhythmic lewd noise that filled the room.

Biting down on Tae’s shoulder, you clenched around Jeongguk involuntarily when you felt him snake his hand down to your clit. The pressure built till you cried out his name on a prayer. 

“Jeongguk please! Make me come!”

His panting breath came out on a groan as his hand tightened on your hip, pulling you back on his thick cock with every thrust. “Anything for you.”

And then you felt it, the pressure at the entrance of your pussy, but a different kind than the one you felt internally. The base of Jeongguk’s dick expanded, swollen till you felt it distinctly nudging at your entrance at every thrust. 

“Tell me I can knot you, Owner. Please.”, the wolf hybrid pleaded, not faltering as he fucked you into the couch.

“Yes!”, you keened, hungry for everything he had to give you. 

With one more hard thrust, his knot was breaching your entrance making you cry out in pleasure-pain. With his second thrust, he lodged the bulb deep into your cunt. 

Taehyung pinched your nipples, both to distract you from the pain and torture you some more. The double assault had you coming for the second time, a tsunami of electric pleasure washing over every nerve of your body. 

Your orgasm triggered Jeongguk’s, the impossible tightness of your heaven of a pussy not allowing him to hold back any longer. He bathed your insides in hot, thick cum, a never ending stream of it in your womb which left you feeling even fuller if that was possible. You felt thoroughly stuffed. 

Jeongguk collapsed over your back where you were already sprawled on Taehyung’s lap, his weight over you sticky but comforting. 

“Just give me a second.”, he panted, sounding more wounded than you’d ever heard him, which was a feat considering he fought for a living. 

You turned your head to kiss his nose, and he smiled, not opening his eyes. He puckered his lips and you obliged him with a kiss. Something about kissing the wolf while he was buried deep inside you, his cum almost leaking from where you two were attached, had you feeling warm from the inside. You wanted, no needed, an endless repeat of the past hour for the rest of your life. 

Soon enough, his knot was deflating and he was leaving your lips to get up from over you. He was still hard when he pulled out of you, immediately making you feel so so empty. 

Thankfully because you were lying horizontally, not much of the huge load of cum he’d given you slipped out, though you could feel it deep inside of you. 

But when Taehyung stepped behind you to take his turn fucking you, he dashed your dreams of keeping all the cum they gave you inside. 

He grabbed your asscheeks, pulling them apart to give him a clear view of your freshly fucked pussy. Licking his lips, he ordered. “Push it out. I wanna see his cum dribble out of your cunt.”

Pouting, you looked back at him.

He laughed, slapping your ass in chastisement. “I’ll fill you up again, don’t worry. Now clench your walls and push it out.”

You obeyed happily at the thought of being filled again, clenching your pelvic muscles to push out the cum Jeongguk gave you. You felt it rising up towards your entrance and soon enough the thick white liquid was dripping out of you in abundance, leaking down your pussy and on the couch. 

Taehyung cursed, keeping you open for him to look at till his heart’s content. “Fuck, that’s a sight. You know this is it right? Once I’ve claimed you too, you can’t let anyone else touch you like this, Owner.”

A giddy thrill ran through you at his words, he was saying exactly what you wanted to hear. But right now you wanted him inside you more, pillowtalk could be had afterwards. “Wasn’t planning on it. Now will you fuck me, please. I need your cock inside me.”

He tilted his head, his ears twitching as if in amusement. “Be careful what you ask for.”

Slightly confused at his words, all thoughts fled your brain when he pumped his beautiful cock in his hand and brought it to your entrance, running it up and down your slit before pushing the tip in. He wasn’t as big as Jeongguk but he was just as thick, and as your pussy got a filled second time that day, you felt that strange sensation again, but this time on the inner walls of your cunt.

Your mouth dropped open on a silent cry, it was too much, you’d never felt anything like it. Even after being thoroughly fucked once by Jeongguk, your pussy felt assaulted by Taehyung’s cock. You were starting to realise why Jeongguk fucked you first.

Taehyung’s cock was covered in ridges much like his tongue was, the spiky sensation along your walls felt so foreign yet so good, it had you babbling without thinking. “Why haven’t I been with a tiger hybrid before? Ugh— I-I’ve been missing out.”

Taehyung stilled inside you and you cried out as the feeling of him pushing his cock in stopped. 

Grabbing you by the hair, he pulled you back toward him roughly, making you yelp. Your hand on the back of the couch was the only thing supporting your upper body as his cock slid in deeper into you. 

“You could’ve have had this dick much sooner had you not been running away from us all the time.”, he whispered in your ear. 

Turning your head as much as you could with his fist in your hair, you glared at him. “You could’ve had this pussy much sooner had you not been making fun of me all the time.”

Taehyung huffed a laugh, nuzzling your jaw with his nose as he started moving in you again, shallow thrusts that had his cock scraping your pussy walls. “Making fun? You’re so cute when you’re clueless.”

“What—aah.”

The shallow movements gave way to a harsh thrust that had him pulling almost all the way out to pound into your cunt forcefully. The mushroom tip of his cock scrapped your g-spot so perfectly, it had you shutting up immediately. 

Taehyung wrapped his arms around your torso to keep you suspended in the air while he pounded you from behind. The familiar pressure creeping up on you for the third time so fast it left you reeling. 

Taehyung knew what he was doing, he angled his hips to hit your g-spot again and again with every thrust while his ridged cock stroked your walls from the inside better than any ribbed dildo could. His cock made you want to throw out all your woefully inadequate sex toys, now that you’d had the best thing ever in your pussy. 

Sliding down the expanse of your stomach, he pinched your clit with his fingers, making you bite your lip. Your overstimulated and abused pussy had been building upto something monumental all this time. The previous two times you had come but you hadn’t hurtled past that pressure that had been rising up ever since Jeongguk first touched your pussy. You knew you could squirt, although it took a lot to make you reach that point.

This whole morning had been the definition of “a lot’.

Maybe Taehyung could sense it to because he increased the speed of his thrusts, pulling you down on his cock to meet his every upward motion, the sound of hardcore fucking filling up the room again. The inner pressure on your g-spot with every thrust burst as Taehyung bit into your neck, dousing you both and the couch below in clear liquid as you reached your orgasm with a scream of the Tiger hybrid’s name. 

With every thrust from him, you squirted a little more till you had nothing to give and your orgasm dulled into oversensitivity. He continued pounding you for a few more seconds, clenching his eyes closed as he chased his own orgasm at the heel of yours. 

“Fuck, I’m coming, ___.”, he grunted as he released into you, the thick ropes of cum mingling with Jeongguk’s deep inside your pussy. 

With a thump, you both collapsed on the couch, Taehyung taking care to turn at the last second to take you in his arms. 

You opened your eyes after you came down from your high a little, still panting heavily. Jeongguk had returned to the room, wearing a fresh pair of clothes, and sitting on the couch opposite as he watched you two with a mixture of lust and fondness in his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants.

Of course they had an insatiable libido. Go figure. 

The wolf hybrid got up to come closer, a freshly laundered washcloth in his hand. Taehyung helped you sit up against him. Taking the insides of you thighs in his hands, he spread your legs so Jeongguk could clean you up. 

They both were so careful and tender with you that it almost brought tears to your eyes, but you held them back lest they call you a wimp. 

Speaking of which…

“Why did you call me clueless earlier?”, you asked Taehyung as he wrapped you up in his arms. You sat on his lap sideways as Jeongguk covered you up with the throw blanket you often kept on our couch. The wolf sat beside you and propped your legs in his own lap. 

Taehyung pecked your temple, gently running his fingertips at the nape of your neck. “Because you are.”

“Do you really think we’d give two fucks about teasing someone we didn’t like?”, Jeongguk asked, his hand massaging your bare thighs. “You know us better than that, Owner. We never put any of our time or effort into anything we’re not interested in.”

Now that you think about it, you’d only ever seen them giving disarming smiles or winks to girls who were interested in them, never going so far as even giving them a word of encouragement or hint or anything else. Never leading them on. Everything they did was deliberate, you were coming to realise. Much like them asking for your whereabouts in the cafe that day so that Taehyung could plant those flyers and Jeongguk could look out for you the whole night. But still. 

“That’s a weird way of showing your interest, I hope you guys know that. You both could have just come out and said it. It’s not like I was making any secret of my hopeless attraction to you guys.”, you complained, crossing your arms over your chest. 

You could feel Taehyung smiling in your hair. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “And if you think we’re gonna stop teasing you, you’re hopelessly optimistic too, Owner.”

Taehyung snickered at your glare, pulling you closer to his chest. “Haven’t you heard, Owner? Boys always tease girls they like.”

That logic went over your head, but you didn’t question it, instead sighing in resignation as you whined for the nth time. “Okay, at least stop calling me owner.”

Jeongguk nodded easily. “As you wish, Owner.”

A/n: let me know what you thought, feedback keeps me writing.

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SnapCube’s Until Dawn Real-Time Fandub Sentence Starters (Part 1)

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I fuckin' don't." "You didn't read through the contract, did you kiddo?" "I can get fucked? Finally!" "Even the ghost agrees." "I should have fucking known. This ghost is such a libro." "That's great and all, but I'm gonna look like a jackass!" "This is what happens when you pull mean pranks. God punishes an elk." "THAT was a HEALING spell?! Oh god!" "Door key? You're pretty dorky!" "I can imagine a lot of dipshits, in fact." "Get un-naked! Get un-naked! Get un-naked! Get un-naked!" "I'm casting a hex on you now. Have fun getting hexed, idiot." "See? The Kinect causes psychic powers." "I can't believe Blue's freakin' clue is on here." "Ugh...I freaking hate doors." "Blue save me..." "Telling them the vibes made you do it won't hold up in a court of law." "Oh, would you look at the time. It's time for me to rip you a new one again!" "I cannot wait, but I suppose I'll have to." "The hex worked great. Now let's see if I can go shoot what remains of her." "I love running through the forest like a fucking weirdo." "You look like an idiot on the ground there." "If I have anything to say about it, you won't make it back." "I wanna see you, whatever you are, you funny-looking fellow." "Why do I have so much trouble with doors?" "Hey, funny voice! Fuck off, please!" "It's a saw trap, you dumb piece of shit!"

"Seems mysterious, but I won't shoot him this time. Gotta weaken him with the hex." "You're gonna get fucked if you can't say goodbye to a ghost. Trust me on that one." "Hey, uh, do you wanna stop having trouble with doors, now'd be a phantasmical time!" "Unless you want to work with me here, well...we're gonna be stuck here until dawn." "Not like you've ever done anything on purpose in your entire life, you fucking hack." "What, not even a goddamn laugh? Oh, it's gonna be a rough fuckin' couple weeks." "I can't believe I made it up to Rude Mountain only to be discovered by rude people." "I've got all my gamerscore on my phone, so I'm hoping that nobody really touched it.” "That's pretty cringe of you, buddy. I'm gonna put you in my Cringe Tuesday compilation." "If I wanted to talk about beans, I'd hang around with the fuckin' Among Us crew down there." "You know what? I have two arms, so I guess I CAN carry both of them at the same time." "I just got my lips unstuck. Aw, geez. I've been trying to talk to you guys this whole time."  "I left some beans in my backpack. They might be a few years old, but they don't really expire." "I should've known that coming to Rude Mountain would have made you worse as a person." "I've just been playing a lot of Among Us recently and I've just been trying to really get good at lying. "Oh, so NOW you're a funny guy, huh? You think you got your own jokes?! Ya think this is stand up?!" "I have blankets in the back, but I'm gonna go to the front just to see if I can spice things up a little." "I'm here to help you, and whaddya do? You spit in my goddamn face! ...Metaphorically, of course.” "What do you take me for, some kind of clown?! Some kind of Boo Boo the Fool that ain't done this rodeo before?!" "Here at therapy we're here to answer the one big burning question everyone's got: what the FUCK is wrong with you?" "I noticed you don't have much of a sense of humor. That might explain all the shit you've gotten into recently, wouldn't it?" "Well with my ten step plan I'll be happy to go plumb the depths of your sad, scared little mind and see what makes you...tick, as it were."

#memes #just went through the whole part 1 making this #feel free to reblog #long post #own memes

[justthehiddleswrites]

My Life is a Lie | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader (more of a gen fic)

Summary:  Tom takes his ten year-old son, James out to Benedict’s for a boy’s night out. James discovers the truth of how his parents met.

Warnings: Fluff, Humor, boys night, Underage Drinking, just a sip of beer

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“James!” you yelled up the stairs as Tom gathered his keys and phone. “Your father is ready to go.”

“Coming, Mum!” a small voice echoed down to the hallway.

“Are you sure you are okay here alone?”

Tom’s deep baritone rumbled against your back as his arms wrapped around your waist. He nuzzled against your neck, his three-day-old whiskers tickling the skin. You giggled and twisted in his grip.

“That tickles.” Tom nuzzled a bit more until you leaned away. “I’m fine. You and the boys have fun tonight. I will just be here, alone. I get to watch whatever I want on TV, rather than Heat for the hundredth time.”

“You said you liked it.”

“One time. I liked to watch it one time. Not twenty times.”

“So what are you going to watch instead?” Tom spied up the stairs to see no sign of James. He spun you to face him.

“Well, I haven’t watched Crimson Peak or The Night Manager in years.” You swirled your finger across his chest.

“If you want to see my ass, you can do it in person.” Tom teased as he leaned down to kiss you.

“But it looks so much bigger on screen.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, your fingers splayed across his backside. The two of you continued to kiss, Tom’s hands tangling in your hair as he held you close.

“Aw, gah!” a disgusted voice broke your passion. “Are you guys ever not kissing?”

You turned to see James standing on the bottom step. His face twisted into the ultimate “what the fuck” face that only a ten-year-old can accomplish. You tucked your head against Tom, shoulders shaking from laughter.

“No, James.” Tom responded. “We are constantly kissing.” He pecked your lips over and over. “Because we realize how much you love it.”

Tom pulled you tight against his chest and kissed you deep and passionate, making it extra loud and sloppy. James gagged in the background.

“Try not to torture the boy too much tonight.” you giggled, smoothing down Tom’s sweater.

“Of course not. That is what Benedict and Luke are for.”

“Poor boy.” You turned to James, who was now standing by the door. “James… Hugs!”

You stretched open your arms and waved him towards you. He rolled his eyes before slumping his way into your arms. You make a big show of pulling him tight to you. “Keep an eye on your father.” you whispered in his ear before sending them on their way.

-

Tom chuckled as James placed his token into the jail square.

“You do the crime, you do the time.” he taunted and picked up the dice.

“Seriously, Dad? You say that every time!” he groaned.

“Yeah, Tom.” Benedict piped in. “Get some new bits.”

“I agree.” Luke joined.

Tom leaned back in his chair, covering his heart. “You’re supposed to be my friends. And my own son! Betrayed!!!” Tom slumped in the chair.

“Drama queen.” James muttered as he passed his bail money to Ben, who was acting as banker.

“Do you expect anything less, Ben?” Benedict quipped back.

“Why do you always call me Ben?” James asked, scrunching up his nose. “My name is James.”

Benedict choked on his beer as he slammed the bottle onto the table. Luke’s eyebrows raised as his eyes darted the two other men.

“Tom! You haven’t told him?!” Ben bellowed.

Luke calmly placed his beer on the table and pushed his chair about six feet away. “Not touching this with a ten-foot pole. Good luck, mate.” he gazed with pity at Tom.

“What’s he talking about dad?” James questioned.

Tom pressed his lips to his beer, taking big swigs. He didn’t want to answer the question. Benedict stared at him for a fair amount before pressing the issue.

“Yeah, Tom, what am I talking about? Have you never told the boy his name?” Benedict’s lips pulled to a thin line.

“Seriously, Tom? How has this never come up before?” Luke narrowed towards Tom. “He’s ten years old. What were you waiting for? His wedding?”

“Not helping, Luke.” Tom gritted out as he took another long draw from his bottle, emptying the bottle.

“My name’s James Patrick Hiddleston.” his tone irritated. He hated when adults talked about him like he wasn’t in the room.

“Not entirely.” Ben quipped. He slid a fresh bottle towards Tom.

“What on earth are you talking about?” James’s brows furrowed, a perfect mixture of his father and mother.

“Your full name is James Benedict Patrick Hiddleston.” Tom stated.

James’s mouth dropped open and his head bounced between glaring between his father and the man he considered an uncle, his godfather. His eyes caught Luke.

“Don’t look at me. I thought you knew. Blame your father. Or better yet…” Luke smirked as he glanced at Tom. “… ask your mother about it.”

James reached for his pocket to pull out his phone when Tom leaped into action. He ripped the phone from his son’s hand and placed it back on the table.

“That won’t be necessary. We don’t want to disturb her evening. Here,” Tom pushed his beer towards James. “Take a sip.”

James took a sniff before sipping. His face screwed up in disgust and he pushed the beer back to Tom. “That is disgusting. So what’s the story? Why am I named after Ben?” He jerked his thumb to the other end of the table.

“What makes you think there’s a story?” Tom asked.

“Because…” Benedict interjected. “… there is always a story when it comes to you.”

“Not to mention you are a huge drama queen.” Luke scooted closer to the table.

Tom narrowed his eyes at the shorter man. “Why haven’t I fired you yet?”

“Because I know where all the bodies are buried.”

“So tell the story.” James urged.

“There’s not much to tell. I asked for a favor and your name was the price. I gladly paid it.” Tom scoffed.

Benedict let loose a hearty laugh from the other end of the table. “That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard in my life! You lie to your son?” He leaned in close to James. “Remember last year, when your dad had to have that cap replaced?”

“Yeah.” James rolled his eyes. “He got so loopy. Mum couldn’t stop giggling as he wandered around the house screaming that he was ‘burdened with glorious purpose’.”

Tom’s head snapped as Luke joined in on the giggling. Luke stifled his laugh.

“Outstanding job, Tom.” Benedict started again. “you’ve moved on from Shakespeare.”

“Like when he met Mum.”

Tom paled.

“Exactly, my dear godson. Exactly.” Benedict wrapped his arm around James as he never took his eyes off Tom whose face was as white as the shirt he wore. “Did he tell you I was there?”

James’s eyes widened. “No. Dad never told me the entire story. He always said I wasn’t old enough.”

“Must have slipped my mind.” Tom groused. “There’s no need to bore the boy with mushy romantic stories.” He tried in desperation to end this conversation. “Let’s get back to the game.” He reached for the dice, but James snatched them up first.

“I recognize that look. Mum says that is your ‘oh shit’ look. I need to hear this now.”

“Traitor.”

“Good boy. You’ve had your first sip of beer, you are old enough to know the truth.” Benedict complimented. “So your dad was a ghastly car accident on set ages ago. Before he turned into an old man. And me, being concerned about my investment as executive producer…” Ben winked at Tom who rolled his eyes before slumping into the chair. “… I followed him to the hospital.”

“You are on the list. Luke put him on the list.” Tom snapped his fingers towards the man.

“Of course, sir.” He gave a salute. “You’re the boss. Benedict is on the list.”

“There’s no list.”

Tom leaned forward. “Oh there’s a list. And you now at the top of it!”

Luke shook his head no behind Tom’s back.

“Anyway… So your Mum was working that night in the ER and your father was smitten from the moment he saw her.” Tom quirked an eyebrow. “Or it could have been the drugs talking. Either way, your father knew he would marry your Mum.”

James groaned. “Is that why they are always kissing?”

All three men laughed.

“I suspect that is part of the reason.” Ben winked at Tom. “So back to the story. Your dad asked me for a favor before he went into surgery.”

“What was the favor?”

“He wanted me to get your Mum’s number for him.” Ben leaned back.

“And is that where my name came in?”

Benedict slapped James’s knee. “Right on, boy-o. Tom, you have a smart boy here. He must take after his mother or his godfather.” Benedict smiled.

Tom gave up on even arguing at this point. They outnumbered him. James spun to face him.

“How did Mum take all this?”

Tom cleared his throat. “Well, I didn’t tell her for a while.”

“How long is a while, Tom?” Luke quipped.

“She was six months pregnant with James.” Tom mumbled.

“And you lived to tell the tale?! She must really love you.”

“It was touch and go for a while. She yelled something about not naming our child after breakfast food.”

“So we compromised, didn’t we, Tom?” Benedict added.

“We did. Benedict would be your middle name and in exchange, that man…” Tom flung his hands in Ben’s direction. “… gets to taunt me about it in perpetuity. You robbed me.”

“I don’t know. I thought it was a fair trade.”

“And where were you during all of this?” Tom turned his ire towards Luke.

“Me?” Luke glanced around in mock confusion. “I was there. Negotiating on the behalf of Benedict.” Tom shot daggers. “Can you blame me, mate? That story is brilliant.”

“Fair point.”

James sat silently while Luke, Tom, and Ben stared at him. He drank his soda before placing the bottle on the table. “My life is a lie.” he sniffled.

His eyes grew wet, and Tom’s heart twinged with guilt. He reached towards him, but James jerked away.

“What else have you lied about? Am I adopted?! Are you even my real dad?” Tears threatened to spill onto James’s flushed cheeks.

“James, no! Your mother and I were going to tell you. I never dreamed you would get this upset. If I thought even for a moment you would get mad, I would have told you sooner. Believe me.” He reached again, but James stood up, his fists balled up.

“I just can’t believe…” James turned his head and his shoulders shook. “… you actually fell for that!” He spun with an enormous grin on his face.

Tom leaped to his feet, knocking over the chair. “Why, you little…”

“You’re not only the one who can cry on command!” James yelped as Tom lunged for him but the young boy was too quick.

“You taught him too well, Tom!” Benedict yelled as the two Hiddleston boys streaked off around the house, Tom gaining on his son.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fluff

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Horse hospital February 1, 2017:

(This was an early early morning; I had been woken up with my stomach in pain, and when I asked what was happening, I was told that Blond attacked jakk. Horse is a spirit that my medium friend from cali had mentioned to me in October, but I don’t know that I ever actually spoke to an animal spirit. Though I see a lot of dogs and cats running around my apartment)

Was it a knife?

Are the spirits protecting him?

So is that why I had the dream about him texting me saying me telling me he was moving away?

But he’s gonna press charges against her now though, right? But the dream was him saying I’m in trouble.

I mean, fuck. I mean is this happening in real time?

Cause the good thing about it is we can now press charges…

It’s bad? Fuck…

I mean obviously I can’t tell anybody. _you know? We’ve done it so many times that people just think I’m fucking Looney Tunes.

I should have figured from that nine of swords. That he was really scared. He was living with a crazy person. So what can I do? I mean because I’m not supposed to be in communication with him, right?

(Visualizing) Jakk we are with you. You have all these women who love you. Am I supposed to do stuff like that? talk to him? and send him support? Work with an altar, and… Just keep doing what I’ve been doing. The altar is really pretty.

Oh poor boy. God. (Boiling hot water)

Is Stella with him? She was. She had been with him all night?

Did she tell him that everything will be OK?

(Tarot cards—-muffled, away from phone)

Deep sadness, unhappiness, heartbreak. Is this for jakk? Or is it both of us? It’s for Jakk. So is it because of… Carrying emotional wounds?

It’s because of the shit with Blond, right? Are there things I can do to help take out the poison

He’s not gonna turn to, is he gonna turn to alcohol?

Or drugs to heal?

Is it going to turn to alcohol? Is he gonna turn to drugs?

So I gotta talk to him.

Cause that’s what he’s been doing, right?

So what was my 2 of swords reversed…is that about my job?

So what jack needs is for us to help him get through this, and what he’s gonna need… Are we gonna be able to talk to him in the flesh soon? Now that this has happened. Does this mean I’m gonna be able to go back to Tantra? Because she’s in jail?

(Pause)

I mean I can’t tell but it looks like… If she’s in jail, then I’ll be less scared about sexwork. You know? Should we do cards? A small reading on it please?

Damn.

Is he OK? Poor thing.

Is he really in the hospital?

Did this happen? Horse. Did this happen? Cause you know I get tired, I can’t be woken up with my stomach in knots. You know? As much as I love this boy.

Like how many times do we have to do this? Do I look like I’m wide awake to you?

Psychic j 2/1/17

Who have I gotwith me? Horse? OK.

Let’s do… Teach me Tarot. So let’s make this… Wheel of fortune… Is this about jack?

Yeah.

“ The yellow colors suggest that they are mentally working very hard to assimilate this information. The creatures represent the four elements. The books they read contain knowledge not only about their element but also the other three. They all have absorbed much knowledge at this stage and will be analyzing its meaning and how it should be applied to life. However at this point of the journey, they would not yet be qualified or well-versed enough on each element to have full understanding or appreciation of that power, however they do understand that to be complete, to be hole or fulfilled, within and without they must find the correct balance and understanding not just of their own element, but of each others. Only then will true enlightenment come. These winged creatures appear once more in the final card of the major arcana, by then they are in full color. After completing their individual journeys with the successes and glories, trials and tribulations, ups and downs, gains and losses they will finally understand the lessons to be learned in each element.”

“When the wheel of Fortune appears in a spread upright it strongly points to a positive change in circumstances.

It is important not to get too cocky with yourself because remember pride cometh before a fall.”

“ and when the wheel makes its downward turn you may live to regret it.”

Are you saying he thought he was OK? He thought he was in the clear? Because he got the job? And then she attacked him. Is he going to lose the job?

Yes? (Concerned)he is?(sighs heavily)he’s going to lose the position at__________ because of this?

Pause

Oh my god.

Um

Oh my god. I don’t want to hear this. I do not want to hear this. Oh my god.

(Getting upset)god. He’s gonna lose the position?

(Psychic Jakk had told me in the last few weeks that his old boss had called him to tell him that he was leaving his old restaurant , and that he should apply for the chef position; he was super excited about it, and to show that it was true, showed me an Instagram post with the place’s name on a piece of clothing of his. )

Oh my god!

Is he pressing charges against her?

Is she going into a hospital?

Oh my god: is there anyway that they will let him keep the position?

Oh my god. But this was EVERYTHING to him. He wanted this so badly.

No? He wanted it so badly. So that’s why she did this. To hurt him. To take it away.

Did she really do this?

Are you guys just playing with me?

WHY?

Look! Look! Did Blond attack him last night?

I can’t take this! You guys can’t do this to me.

I can’t take this anymore, you’ve got to stop.

“You or someone you know may be in serious emotional trouble.” Is it Jakk? “Brink of a breakdown.”

Does Jack know that he is communicating with me through the pendulum?

(Frustrated) Was Jack attacked by Blond last night?

Is he……what can I do? What can I do? You’ve gotta tell me what to do.

Ugh. I need Stella.

Stella, I need you. Stella. Stella. Stella, God, whomever! Someone needs to explain to me what to do.

(Voice cracking) someone’s gotta explain. (Cries)

They cant take this away from him. Stella.

Stella. Help; please help. Please help. Help me Jesus: I’m scared for him. And I’m not sure what im supposed to do.

And I want him to know that I’m supporting him.

Is he awake? Is he alone and Is he in the hospital?

He’s in the hospital. Is he alone. Can you get him for me?

….

(to psychic Jakk)

Hi babe. It’s me. I’m actually looking at a picture of you in a hospital bed. I hear you’re in a hospital bed. Is that true?

Rough night, huh? Can you hear me? Do you know how much I love you? You must be kind of groggy, I imagine.

I’m scared. Guess there’s a lot going on huh.

I just want this to be over. And it feels like it’s endless. And I feel like you’re about to crack. (His reaction is dramatic) yeah I know. I know! I know babe.

It’s showing up in the cards and… It’s too much. For anybody. We have to do some things to protect you, to protect your mind and your soul in your body right now. And I’m trying to figure that out. Because what you’ve been going through is insane. And I know that. And I wish there was something I could say. And I just don’t even have the words and I feel helpless.

I do, I wish I could protect you and I am… Angry that I can’t. I’m angry that this has gone on this long. And you have been made this raw because even though you’re a flawed being because we’re all flawed beings, you don’t deserve this any of this. And I’m worried about you, deeply. And I will do everything in my power to help you. But I have to talk to the spirits and I have to figure out what that takes, and we’re gonna have to work with some humans now, because you need some help.

You agree with me? I know that asking for help it’s not your forte. (Laughs for obvious reasons) but from what I’m getting from the cards….. you’re in serious emotional trouble and you can be on the brink of a breakdown and we need to protect you. That’s just one side of it on the other side, I just don’t even understand what happened you went home last night and she flipped out?

Did she attack you with a knife?

In the leg?

That’s what I keep getting. Did they have to do surgery? Have you talked to the police yet? Yes.

Have you pressed charges yet? Or you’ve made a report? A report.

And later on when you can you’ll have to go to the station I guess.

What made her do this? Was it because of the job? She didn’t….she just didn’t want you to have any success? You came home and you were happy. And she just lost it. Of course. Your first day. Did you say something because I was listening to the astrological report, and it said that saying the wrong thing could be a trigger. Did you say something that just made her go off?

What I’m getting is she said something about the baby and you said “you can throw the baby in my face as much as you want, I’m moving on with my life.”

Where is she right now? Is she at home? Look I don’t know exactly how you want to do this, but take a pen do you have a pen? Or your phone and take my therapists phone number and call her and get a referral for someone… Do you know? Because you’re gonna need some support. Ok? Cause I’m not even seeing her right now cause I don’t have any money but here’s her number:blah blah blah

She’s amazing and she’ll be able to send you the name of some good people. Someone who would probably be a good match for you.

And you’re just gonna need someone besides yourself, besides me, besides Stella, besides random, besides Lauren, to talk to. Really. And I I just can’t say it enough… If I could see her right now I would. Cause like you’ve been living with an abusive person for a long time, who’s been doing mind control on you.

And I’ll do what I can and I’ll ask the spirits to do what they can but you need to have other people involved. And if it’s too expensive, if she can’t find someone who takes your insurance or whatever, the other place you could call is callen lourde. Callen lourde‘s phone number is… Are you ready? They don’t have good counselors forget it. No just call my therapist and tell her that money is tight but she’ll help you figure it out. She’s amazing that way.

I guess it’s gonna be kind of hard for us to have sex when you’re in the hospital (laughs ) but It’s going to be OK. Blond’s out of her fucking mind, sorry.

The cards don’t look bad. You have a page of pentacles, that goals are being set and how they’ll be achieved. And that you don’t like to take a chance unless you’re pretty sure if it’s gonna work out.

I got a message earlier though, you need to stay away from alcohol and drugs to self medicate. Like you can’t go that route. Even though the shit with her is hard We’re gonna get through this babe.

But don’t go that route. You need to be healthy. You’re strong, your root is strong you’re one of a kind. That’s why you were nusch’s love. Remember who you are don’t let this fuck you up and you have a lot lot strong connection to the land. It’s gonna be OK.

And they’re going to heal you up quickly. And I’ll talk to the spirits and see if they can do anything about work. I know you’re worried about that.Try to think about it positively and maybe matt’ll step in..and be like “OK you guys jakk is amazing, Jakk can’t help that Blond went crazy”

Just try to think positively. This is an action that had to happen to get through this Blond stuff. And that you were taking one for the team laughing and roll your eyes at some of the dramatic things you had to deal with. Can you hear what I’m saying?

It’s so funny because I had a dream that you were texting me this morning, and saying you guys were moving away and never coming back… And we lived in Columbus Ohio, for some reason and I was trying to text you back and a chocolate bar so she wouldn’t notice that I was texting you? Like what do you mean you’re not coming back, you can’t leave, and I was really scared. I woke up and my stomach was in all this pain and I was like how can he leave me? He can’t leave me. And then the horse was like it’s Jack he’s been attacked and then my body got really sick and then I was like all right what happened is it for real this time? But it sounds like it was for real this time.

Is it for real this time? Well we’ll try to get them to work on healing that as quickly as they can. You’re so strong you got through it, were you scared? Yeah of course it would be scary.

Fuck man I’ve never had to have anyone face me with a knife. I’m sorry. You’re on the other side of it though. I look forward to hearing about it from your voice. I was just asking them if I would get to talk to you for real sometime soon.

I’m glad Stella was with you. You better take care of that head of yours OK? It’s gonna be all right, the worst is over. Do you believe that? You never have to go through that again. Check in with me whenever you want, you can just send a message..they’ll put a message in my stomach that will make it hurt… and I’ll know to check in with you. Or Stella‘s with me a lot. Or you can pick up the phone, you know if you feel like… You’re spinning kind of… What, what is that saying? Yes. Are you saying that about picking up the phone? Yeah I look forward to that, I look forward to hearing your voice. I miss talking to you. I do. I’ll talk to the spirits about the restaurant and see what I can do. Take breaths. I know that me and Stella and random and all of your spirit guides are here supporting you. Holding your hand. You’re not alone you have a huge family of us. Let her go.

The baby is with you right now. OK talk to you later. You are so brave.

OK. OK protective spirits first I’m gonna light some incense and then we need to have a powwow about what can be done. Stella, what I want you to do is I want you to gather all of the protective spirits. I want you to go get horse, archangel Michael, Jack’s mother, all of my relatives. I want you to act ask God to come, I want you to ask asa, I want you to ask the lion, random, anyone I’ve forgotten. And I’m gonna light up The incense.

(sounds of rustling around the house and preparing)

What do you think? (Lighting frankincense)

There we go. Do we like that spirits?

Word on the street… So jack is in the hospital?

(Sigh)

So the chariot reversed was about him having a nervous break down. Can I eat a little bit of breakfast?

(End tape)

Psychic Jakk encore 2/1/17

(Another sexual encounter, a little too detailed in its dialogue, that ends with a confirmation that he was at work in his office, which is where she would would claim to be most of the times we had psychic sex…though how he got back to work so fast after being stabbed in the leg is beyond me)

#watch the tapes

[yandere-mha-blog]

Chapter 7: New lease on life

words: 2335

You weren't headed towards the police station but the building of the Hero public safety commission, so they were liars as well, it was very fitting for them. When they did stop they grabbed you by your arm and harshly pulled you out of the car.

“Wouldn't you normally take me to the police station?” You said

“We would if you weren’t involved with a high stack villain.” The man said, “Also word of advice, start talking right away to avoid the negations.”

“What?” you asked looking very confused as the two of you went into an elevator and he pressed the down button

“I thought you would be smarter than this, weren't you in school to become a surgeon, to think you would throw that all out.” He said, you rolled your eyes, as the elevator dinged and he escorted you down the hall outside a door where someone was waiting and he handed you off to them and left down the hallway, the other guy opened the door and shoved you down on a seat

“Stay still if you make any movements we won't hesitate to take drastic measurements.” He said leaving the room, how classy of them. You waited, and waited and waited some more before someone came in a familiar face.

“Hello again (last name).” The president said

“OH it's you, you know you didn't have to do the whole sending a squat team and escorting me off-campus in the biggest way possible,” you said

“I think you have bigger things to worry about.” she said putting the note down “I think you know what this is.”

Way to be caught between a rock and a hard place.

“What about it?” you asked

“We know this was front eh nighthawk, and the whole thanks for not snitching on me, I found very interested.” She said, “Now we need your cooperation.”

“Why would I do that?” you asked “I don't like you guys very much, so far you have arrested me twice and brought me to some shady underground interrogation room.”

“(name) the Nighthawk isn't someone you want to get mixed up in, we know he killed Akio, now tell me the whole truth.” “You really want to know the real story?” you asked

“Very much so.” She said

“Well okay, there I was trying to get some girl out of being assaulted, and Akio jumps on me and started strangling me, I was going to die, but then what happens, suddenly he is off me and pinned to the wall, this Nighthawk told me to leave and to take the girl,” you said

“So you were lying to us?” she asked

“You guys have exactly proven you are the most sympathetic people.” you said “But I don't know anything about him.”

“Why didn't you report him, or tell the police?”

“Not like they would have taken it seriously.” you said “and then once I left the police station, you go and stalk me and get so many of your employees hurt.” “I too am curious as to why he attacked them, they weren't after him.” She said

“Ask him not me, oh wait you can’t,” you said

“(name) we can have you put in jail for a very long time if you refuse to cooperate.” She said

“I’m calling your bluff, if you wanted me in jail you would have taken me there instead of here, I anti helping you,” you said

“Guess we have to convince you to cooperate another way,” she said getting up and leaving, as two men came in and grabbed you again dragging you off to another lower level and strapped onto a chair.

“Do what you need to get her cooperation.” The president said as another man walked in

“Quirk?” he asked, you stayed quiet “I’ll ask you again, quirk?”

“Why does it matter?” you asked, he raised his hand and placed a stinging slap across your face

“One more time your quirk?” he asked, you didn't answer and he placed another slap across your face, you just spat on his shoe.

“Fine be that way.” he said looking at your file.``He said, “Okay, you have talons, you flex your fingers and sharp knives like talons emerge from under your nails.”

“IF you had my record why the hell are you asking me for it?” you said, as he got out pair of pliers

“This should do it,” he said and you balled your hands in a fist, guess these people here saw you as nothing more than an accomplice to murder.

“Shit shit shit.” Hawks was thinking to himself as he was flying to the HPSC, this wasn’t good as he landed in an alleyway, it was hard to sneak around when you had two giant pairs of redwings on your back. They took you during the day something down there was near impossible, just what exactly were they planning, he knew they had taken you down to the sub-basement, well it was impossible for him to sneak down there without getting caught, he knew of one guy who would be able to get him down there and yoink you out of there in one piece, he didn't like who it was though.

As hawks flew down to a seemingly abandon bar he was confused, he looked at the card that the guy who was covered in mist said saying if he changed his mind come here, Hawks was looking around the location and seemingly nothing, he didn't have time to waste so he banged on the back door if this was some sort of sick joke he wasn't laughing, he was just about to leave when a black portal opened up, guess that was the cue to go in.

“Glad to see you have changed your mind.” He heard and looked towards Kurogiri

“Well not really changed my mind, I am not interested in joining any type of group, I need a favor.” Hawks said

“Forget it.” He heard another voice saw who was at the end of the bar, he never got used to the hands covering his face, didn't it smell.

“Now Tomura this is where negotiations come in.” Kurogiri said, “Still If you are expecting a favor from us without expecting us to ask something of you, I am afraid you are flying too high.”

“Because the lack of oxygen is messing with your brain,” Tomura said

“Hey look here, I am all for repaying favors here.” Hawks said

“Well, we don't need you.” Tomura said, “I already have my ace in the hole for the first plan of attack.” Tomura said “And I have more than enough players for it. You are too late, now piss off.”

“Okay...harsh.” Hawks said, “But think of me as a backup plan.”

“I already have a backup plan.” Tomura said, “Still I suppose having you as a player in the future would be useful, but what exactly is your favor you want from us?”

“Well I kinda got this person mixed up and the HPSC is keeping her in the sub-basement, and I can't sneak in that far.” Hawks said, “Look you hate heros', I hate who they work for.”

“What exactly is your goal here?” Kurogiri asked

“I want to see the HPSC crumble.” Hawks said, “But now it's just personal.”

“Hmm, tell you what bird brain, if I have my Kurogiri teleport you down there and back, you will owe a favor no questions asked, got it.”

“Got it.” Hawks said

“Kurogiri, you know the location of the sub-basement right.” Tomura asked

“That is correct but chances are once my quirk is activated down there it will set off an alarm, you will have to move quickly,” Kurogiri said

“Well, that's what I'm known for.” Hawks said

You were seeing white from pain, your left hand was shaking as blood was dripping out from under your nail, you looked over in pure shock, you saw your left thumb talon laying on the desk, so this was their plan huh, rip your nails out till you agree to work with them. You were just about to pass out with pain when the man slapped you across the face again.

“Wake up, don’t be passing out on me, now you want to have your right one out next, or your left pinky finger?” He asked, “Or we can skip all this and you can just be corporate.”

“If...if you think, for one second I am going to be anything but cooperative with you after you ripped out my talon, you must have something wrong with you,” you said as you were dry heaving

“Okay, pinky finger it is then.” He said, you gritted your teeth as he presses your pinky talon out right before a loud blazing alarm went off

‘CODE RED, CODE RED, INFILTRATOR ON THE SUB-BASEMENT LEVELS’

The man who just ripped your talon off ran out and locked the door and this must of been your lucky day, your hand was shaking front he pains till you heard a loud ‘thunk’ again the door which could only assume to be a body before the door opened and you saw hawks

“There you are-Holy fuck what the hell did they do to you!?” Hawks said looking at your thumb that was dripping blood, you had better days, he was horrified but not surprised as he ran over and tried to undo the straps that were keeping you on the chair “OH screw it I'm taking the chair, hey I kind of need to portal now.”

To your shock, you managed to get out of there and we're in a weird bar, maybe the pain was making you hallucinate, still, as hawks were tugging on the straps Tomura spoke up

“I thought you said it was someone important, not your damn girlfriend.” Tomura said, “Like someone who was actually useful.”

“She is important to me.” Hawks said getting your arms undone then working on the ones around your ankles “And she isn't my girlfriend either.”

“Well, you got her back so now you owe us Hawks.” Tomura said

“I know I know I'm not one to go around breaking my word.” HE said as got out and looked at your hands “Oh those ...can’t believe this.”

“Well whatever you're going to go on a rampage about isn't going to happen here, Kurogiri you can send them away now,” Tomura said as Kurogiri opened a warp gate

“We will call for you when we need it,” Kurogiri said as hawks slung you over his shoulder

“Noted.” Hawks said stepping through and finding it a bit odd that they knew the location of his hideout, not that he stayed in one place for long. You still looked out of it, what happened in there all he knew was that your thumb was bleeding and you were in searing pain, he had some sort of pain medication around here right?

He sat you down on the floor as he was searching around.

“Hawks….what are you doing?” you asked “Who were those guys, and where the hell am i.”

“One question at a time please.” Hawks said handing you a glass of water and some Tylenol

“I'm going to need a strong opioid for this,” you said but taking what you could, you did take the medication.

“(name) what exactly happened down there?” Hawks asked pointing to your left thumb

“Oh that...they wanted my cooperation for something but when I refused, they took out one of my talons,” you said

“....they did what?’ Hawks said trying to remain calm, you just nodded your head

“My left thumb talon, the guy ripped it out, he was going for my pinky one but luckily you came in time.”

“I saw some guy leave the room you were in and I thought him against the door, didn't know he did well...that. He said pointing to your thumb

“I’ll be okay, I just need some bandages.” you said “But where the hell am I?”

“Well at my place.” Hawks said, “I don't usually hang around one palace for long so it's a little under furnished, I'll go try to find some bandages.” Hawks said as you nodded your head using your shirt to put pressure on your injury. Hawks came out with some gazes and you took them from him. “You want some help?” He asked

“I know how to wrap up wounded better than you.” you said “Don't take that offensively but the number of scars on your arms shows that you don't exactly know how to treat a wound.”

“Haha well, you're not wrong.” Hawks said, “So what are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean, according to them I'm an accomplice to murder, of one of the most dangerous villains in japan, got broken out by a said villain, I can’t just go back to school after this.”

“That's kind of what I'm referring to, you don't know anyone in the underground that you can just crash with-”

“Ahem.” you said staring him down “Sorry buddy but as of now you are kind of stuck with me.”

“Ohhh I see, that makes the most sense, and since this is my fault, okay I'll take you under my wing.”

“Stop with the bird puns.” You said “Look I'm not exactly the most athletic type, but I am smarter than most, so tell you what, you keep me from the HPSC, I'll be your medic.” you said

“Well that sounds like a sweet deal, you would be valuable there aren't a lot of medics in my line of work.” Hawks said doing air quotes around the word work.

“So look you keep me from getting arrested and provide me with basic food and shelter, 'll help in what way I can in your goal, along with being your medic, do we have a deal?” you said sticking out your right hand

“Sounds like a deal.” Hawks said shaking your hand, this was the start of your new life.

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