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nani-nonny · 1 year ago

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Welcome to Nonny’s TedTalk about their background characters and their significance to the plot aka my excuse to suddenly lore drop OCs (I guess I’m calling them OCs now)

Anyways, a bit of a long post hehe

Roddy Runes: First Appearance on Distorted Mirror Ch.1: Switch

In front of Leo is a rodent yokai with a huge, bushy tail covered in singed fur. The yokai is wearing what can only be described as scraps of cloth dirtied in, well, dirt and what Leo hopes to be is dry ketchup. Over the yokai’s snout is a purple gas mask of sorts with a small D on the lower jaw—it looks way too close to Donnie’s logo…

The yokai’s eyes widen and his hold on Leo’s upper arm weakens. He drops the teen and looks over his shoulder at a human wearing the same gas mask. He glances between Leo and the human who pressed her finger to her ear.

The yokai finally stops to stare at Leo who stares back at him with the same look of confusion, “This—I don’t—where is the leader?!”

A rodent mutant (species unknown) that Leo meets upon first entering the future timeline. He’s a bit of a worrywart and skittish soldier in the Resistance. He loves children, and if it weren’t for the Krang apocalypse, he would have been a daycare attendant or a teacher/tutor. Leo wasn’t aware of this, but in the future, there was a huge accident with the Krang that mutated hundreds of humans. Roddy was one of them, which explains why Leo mistook him as a yokai in DisMir. Originally, Roddy’s name was Rudolf Thanes, but he changed it to Roddy Runes to better match his new appearance.

Fun fact: He would’ve adopted Leo in a heartbeat if the future timeline counterparts hadn’t claimed Leo as one of their own.

Occupation before the Krang: full-time university student majoring in education, part-time camp counselor

Occupation after the Krang: Scouter. Before his mutation, he was already talented in noticing the near-unnoticeable tracks laid out by any living being, including the Krang, or spotting enemies from afar, etc. But after his mutation, those senses were multiplied, especially as a mutation into the prey category. He’s extraordinarily talented in this area of expertise, to which he jokingly give thanks to his perception of always keeping track of kids he was chaperoning in his past

Significance: He played the part as the guiltripper and backup plan for Leo in DisMir. He unintentionally brings forth Leo’s guilt by mentioning the importance of family and teamwork when trying to reassure Leo’s nerves. Leo would have the option to run back to his side if absolute fear would take hold, and he would have gladly protected Leo with all of his ability and life. His significance didn’t seem all too grand, but he pushed Leo to take anxiety and fear in hand and step forward to responsibility.

Olympia: First Appearance on DisMir Ch.3: Breach

Leo raises a brow and is about to question the weird turn the conversation has made before the person serving the soup speaks up.

Her voice is gruff, limited to a rough but welcoming tone. She’s a mixed yokai, one Leo has never met before or even seen, with features of a bull and snake. She's missing a horn and snake scales travel up the length of her arm to the side of her face. She scoops a hefty portion of soup and drops it into Donatello’s bowl.

Her spoon flicks broth at Raphael’s face when she points her ladle at the turtles, “Watch it, it’s not easy to make balanced meals with what little shit we have. Don’t forget I can spit some venom in your rations.”

A bull/snake hybrid yokai based off of the Ophiotaurus from Greek Mythology that Leo meets with his brothers’ future counterparts. At the time taken during the fic, Olympia’s name wasn’t introduced but she’s the lunch lady that fed all of the Resistance present at the temp-base her bland soup. She isn’t normally the one who makes food, but she was the only one present with experience in feeding large numbers at a time, especially because she occasionally helps her wife in the kitchens back at home base. She is one of the surviving yokai from initial Krang invasion that is able to move and around and speak of the tale. Shes a socially perceptive yokai who likes to dish out people’s stories or secrets without the other noticing.

Fun fact: She was hinting that she was fully aware of how suspicious Leo’s appearance in the future timeline was, hence a part of Raph’s nervousness in talking to her. (Aside from pointing out that Leo looks “suspiciously” like Future Leonardo.)

Occupation before Krang: Battle Nexus fighter

Occupation after Krang: Frontline fighter, focused on giving and taking heavy hits as a tank, honestly not much of a change for her but became increasingly more of a life or death situation

Significance: She played the part of providing a sense of comfort and familiarity for Leo in a world completely strange to him, filled with people who aren’t strangers to the mind boggling situation of the world amidst an apocalypse. She’s kindhearted and warm, strong and easygoing, she truly cares for people. Her part wasn’t long, but it showed readers that despite the war, there are still kindness in people’s hearts and a sense of the mundane in the future. She also played the part of suspicions that are rising within the resistance soldiers present in the throwaway base, no one would voice their concerns, but she played it off as teasing. Very sneaky hehe

Wiler: First Appearance in Dead Man’s Deal Ch.4: Visit & Last Appearance in Return of a Champion

Leo turns to see two yokai who haven’t left the room yet. The shorter yokai, a penguin…of sorts, is seated with a large dumbbell in hand. The taller yokai, a falcon, lay on a bench with a barbell above his head. The falcon halts to a stop while the penguin sneers at Leo’s eye contact.

“Don’t expect us to leave just because Big Mama favors you,” the penguin snapped.

A penguin yokai based off of Maori mythology of tawaki. Just like the myth, Wiler often ventures to the surface under the pretense of being human. Hence his rough and boisterous demeanor, which he picked up from nights in New York observing the harsh demeanors of drunken Yorkers. Wiler was named by a Battle Nexus fighter after being abandoned in the cages and continued to live within the Battle Nexus until Big Mama finally deemed him enough to become a fighter. He only knows of the Battle Nexus, so he went above and beyond when satisfying his curiosity of the outside world and journeyed to the surface. He spent years observing the humans from afar, fear keeping him from actually interacting with them. The closest he got to an interaction was accidentally bumping into a child and apologizing profusely before he hid behind a trash can. He often surfaces to find that child again, to see how they’re doing.

Fun fact: He’s 4’9” (145 cm) in human form and often gets mistaken for a human child on his adventures on the surface.

Significance: He plays the part of providing a sense of normalcy to F!Leo’s life by becoming a close, adult friend outside of family. In the beginning, his short fuse was familiar to F!Leo as a reminder of Raph back in the days, although F!Leo never noticed this. He showed F!Leo how easy it is to talk to people and what it’s like to be normal, despite F!Leo’s reality of being a former war vet and from the future. His boisterous temperament broke through F!Leo’s thoughts and helped the fallen leader from drowning in thoughts of self loathing and regret. He would never admit it, but he thoroughly enjoys being F!Leo’s friend.

Ripper: First appearance in DMD Ch.4:Visit and DMD: RoC

Leo ignores them and just stares, wondering why the penguin is so hostile. The falcon falters under Leo’s stare, but the penguin gets more annoyed by the second. It got to the point the penguin dropped his dumbbell and stormed over to Leo. Leo had to crane his neck down to meet the penguin’s eyes who got angrier by the action.

-continuation of Wiler’s first appearance

A falcon yokai based off of Slavic mythology known as the raróg (or raróh). Unlike his best friend, Wiler, who was practically born and raised in the Battle Nexus, Ripper was sent to the Battle Nexus as punishment for a crime he did not commit. His family are renowned in the black market for a variety of merchandise, especially artifacts. They often sold to Big Mama and she is their best customer, but Ripper grew to fear her the day the family tried to sell her “authentic” artifacts from the human world and she retaliated by framing his father for drug-related crimes and personally sent his father to the Hidden City prison. This led to his elder brother taking over, but was swiftly framed for the sudden disappearance of artifacts within the Hidden City councilroom. His anxious and fearful demeanor made it difficult to speak his truth and was charged for the crime and sent to the Battle Nexus as punishment where he met Wiler. They swiftly became friends, where Wiler helps Ripper steadily overcome his skittishness and anxiety, and he helps Wiler get out of trouble by stepping in before it becomes trouble.

Fun fact: Wiler and Ripper met during training, much like how they both met F!Leo for the first time. Wiler was working on the barbells when he failed a push and Ripper easily lifted the barbells off of Wiler’s neck, saving the penguin’s life.

Significance: He plays the same kind of part as Wiler, becoming a friend to F!Leo and helping F!Leo gain a sense of normalcy beyond the time travel and guilt and strange familial relationship of fathering brothers in the past. Ripper is a softy who would allow anyone to walk over him like a carpet if it weren’t for Wiler, so his skittish demeanor warms F!Leo’s cold exterior. Through himself and Wiler, F!Leo relearns how to be friends and adapt to being an adult in an old world. They teach F!Leo it’s okay to be alive and continue with life, it’s okay to make friends and to continue to grow as an adult, to move on from the past and accept the present.

Griffith: First Appearance in DMD Ch.2: Regret & last appearance in DMD:RoC

Leo looks forward to see a smithy of sorts. It’s not much, especially in comparison to the only smithy he knows of, which he saw in his youth. But he recognizes the type of oven and the smithing instruments. There is a lone, burly yokai slamming a hammer onto red hot steel on a pedestal shaping it with expert precision.

“Griffith,” Big Mama says, catching the attention of the big yokai who immediately stops and rises to his feet. The yokai is taller than expected with muscles stacked upon his torso. He’s a swan wearing a dirtied apron and scars along his splotchy arms where feathers no longer grow.

“Yes Big Mama?”

A swan yokai based off of no myth really, I was watching Swan Lake when thinking about what to make Griffith lol. And I thought it would be funny to see the ever graceful swan reduced (or improved) as a big buff blacksmith in the Battle Nexus. He’s a gruff fellow, observant and meticulous in his work. He has been working as Big Mama’s blacksmith for almost the entirety of his life. He’s a man of little words, his body etched with numerous burn scars and battle scars (he argues that in order to create a weapon, you have to understand the fundamentals behind the weapon). He’s fluent in weaponry, often training with different weapons before using that knowledge attained to creature finely tuned weaponry that earned him a notorious title as the Battle Nexus’s renowned blacksmith. He holds no regard to many fighters, just watches them come and go as time goes on. He’s one of the oldest yokai living in the Hidden City, due to retire although never showing signs of accepting retirement, especially how youthful he seems.

Fun fact: He offered to make Lou Jitsu a weapon during the actor’s time in the Battle Nexus, but Lou Jitsu never accepted. Despite his keen eye, during F!Leo’s time in the Battle Nexus he never saw the similarities between Lou Jitsu’s style and F!Leo’s style—almost as if they were complete strangers.

Significance: His keen eye observed that F!Leo’s style was downright barbaric, almost sloppy had it not been so calculated. For every “mistake” in movement, there was a follow up that filled the gap. He almost opted to give F!Leo a barbed mace if Big Mama didn’t tell him that F!Leo’s weapon is a sword. He, without saying anything except carved F!Leo’s title into the handle, revealed F!Leo’s barbaric tendencies when fighting. He informs F!Leo through the title that F!Leo had long abandoned teachings and opted for desperation and cruelty in fighting. This, in turn, makes F!Leo realize how much he had changed because of the war and his actions. Griffith makes F!Leo momentarily break from thoughts about the past and realize the present—and that tells F!Leo that he’s not acting as the man he once was. Griffith’s part was extremely short, but he played a huge part in F!Leo’s life that F!Leo hadn’t realized. Although F!Leo never acted upon noticing this change, it opened his eyes significantly. But in RoC, Griffith played another part in helping F!Leo accept a new norm, a norm that is beyond fighting to push the pain down to fighting to heal. Another small part, but huge in F!Leo’s life.

Officer Xeni: First appearance in Leonardo Come Down Ch.5: Atone and Alone

The yokai policeman stares at Leon suspiciously, eyeing the young mutant. Leon smiles nervously behind a confident facade, his eyes switching between the policeman and the screen on the desk he leans on. The policeman almost draws his lip up in disgust at the elbow that leans on his desk and Leon quickly retreats.

“Let me check,” the yokai policeman taps away on the hologram, suspiciously eyeing the turtle gang as he does. A few more taps into the system and he says, “Alright… we don’t have a Leonardo Hamato nor a Hamato Leonardo. But we do have a Loathsome Leonard, and… hm. No last name.”

An unnamed badger yokai based off of the mujina in Japanese mythology. He was originally unnamed and species unspecified in the fic as I didn’t want to name him at the time of writing LCD hehe. He’s a pretty laidback guy, a little normal in comparison to the previous characters. He’s simply an officer, born and raised in the Hidden City, normal family of two kids and a wife at home that happened to meet the Hamatos as the strangest part of his mundane life.

Fun fact: He’s the definition of “she’s so boring if she were a spice, she’d be flour” (Louise from Bob’s Burgers) /lhj he’s literally just an average guy doing his job, happy and comfortable with his life

Significance: He plays the part of the informant for the readers and Little Leo. He fills in the readers for what happened in between the time that the Hamatos were asleep and F!Leo escaped to prison. He portrays the readers’ feelings about the F!Leo situation, showing pity to Leo for wanting so desperately to see F!Leo despite the ex-leader running away so often. He’s like a reader insert lol, not too entirely significant toward the plot other than being a bridge between the reluctant and self-isolating F!Leo and the desperate to understand Little Leo.

#nonny nonsense #nonny tedtalk #nonny oc tedtalk #nonny lore drop lol #rottmnt ocs #distorted mirror #leonardo come down #dead man’s deal #rottmnt fanfiction

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cyberneticatoms · 8 months ago

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Robin grimaced, shifting uncomfortably now that the attention was back on him. "She's ok, stable and Epsilon is taking care of everything," he said, "I've been switching off with my sister on keeping her company, even if Asuka insists she's fine on her own. Is Lake being as bad of a patient as you?"

"I can rest later" Whitmore said before finally looking up from what he'd been busy with when Robin had come in. "I'm fine." Whether or not that was actually true was up for debate, but Whitmore had never been the type to admit when he wasn't. "How's your sister doing?"

#threads: robin kitagawa #thread: robin and whitmore #post plot drop: running with the bulls

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jazzmckay · 1 year ago

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i wanna hear about ALL your wips tbh BUT! i most wanna hear about fenders migraine, merrill fucks, and saarebas dorian?? (i mean i’ve heard a little about merrill fucks, but gimme moreeee 💖)

ooo three, nice! ty antares :3 from this tag meme

fenders migraine is a sweet little hurt/comfort idea that came up in the fenders discord server <3 ive written like a single paragraph because i keep getting distracted but this was the post on discord by flyting: Anders gets migraines when he works too hard and doesn't take care of himself. Fenris notices Anders is struggling and has him come lay down with his head on Fenris' lap, while Fenris gives Anders gentle head scritches with his clawy gauntlets

merrill fucks >:3 first, for those who don't know, i'm writing a series where merrill is sleeping with the whole kirkwall crew. the original posts can be found on my nsfw blog (warning, if you navigate beyond that tag, there will be dark shit) next up is the merrill/anders one. i havent started writing it yet, but it will take place after the quest dissent when anders is feeling fraught and out of control and he needs someone to tie him up, you know? merrill knows all about staying in control and can help him out :)

saarebas dorian is an adoribull au where dorian never makes it far when he first leaves tevinter, ending up in the hands of the qun. he misses the plot of dai completely, and runs into bull's chargers after the breach has already been dealt with and the qun is looking to deal with a tal-vashoth iron bull once and for all. snippet under the cut!

The fingers of Dorian’s other hand curl inwards as he grasps at the Fade, a strength building within as he unlocks a part of himself that has been sealed away for years, deemed too dangerous and unsavoury for the Qun. It’s a quaking in his marrow, a whisper in his ear. The rush of it sings through him, stunning, beautiful, growing louder.

Purple magic crackles at his fingertips and swirls around his target.

Slowly, movements stuttered and heavy, Tallis rises from the bloody ground. His limbs twist unnaturally, his head drooped and his joints cracking from forced strain. Blood still oozes from his wounds, but they are no longer a concern, not when his body is at Dorian’s beck and call.

For once, for the first time in longer than Dorian can remember, he is the one giving the orders.

Tallis attacks Arvaarad from behind while the Tal-Vashoth shoulders through from the front.

Between one moment and the next, it’s over.

When Arvaarad falls, Dorian drops to his knees in the mud with a splash. Tallis slumps back into death. Everything goes quiet.

His kith—dead. Partially by his own hand.

What has he done? They’re all—

Ebasit kata itwa-ost, Dorian says inside his mind like a prayer.

#my fic #tag meme

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lilllithdraagon · 2 years ago

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Guess who forgot to post to Tumblr last week?

Me. It was me. And then both @lunadys and I dropped the ball and missed the day we were supposed to upload on AO3 this week.

Sooooooo. Last Week's chapter is up, and you get 2 this week as an apology. ❤️

Link to our Fic and Summary below the cut cause why not?

The Path Not Taken (147323 words) by Heldpeach, LilllithDraagon Chapters: 24/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Solas/Original Female Character(s), Solas (Dragon Age)/Original Character(s), Original Female Character/Original Female Character, Herald of Andraste & Original Female Character, Zevran Arainai/Orignal Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Solas (Dragon Age), Other Character Tags to Be Added, Varric Tethras, Kitty (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Original Inquisitor Character(s) (Dragon Age), The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Sera (Dragon Age), Vivienne (Dragon Age), Zevran Arainai Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unreliable Narrator, Tags May Change, Blood and Gore, Eventual Romance, Romance Secondary to Plot, Modern Girl in Thedas, MGiT, Modern Character in Thedas, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Dark Shit is Dark, They almost die a lot, It only gets more unhinged as you go, Major character death - Freeform, Ocs are musicians, they're all idiots, trust the tags, Dubious Morality, Fake Pregnancy, Fake Miscarriage, allusions to rape, gross and dumb plans, it's not dumb if it works, Angst, Heavy Angst, Depression, reference to suicide, Flirting, Also all the sexual tension known to man, Swearing, Music, don't do drugs, this has TV show formula, It Just Does, i don't make the rules, who paused the slow burn?, fake lovers to real lovers Series: Part 1 of Worth It Summary: Use of Australian Spelling Added Cover Art 7/11/2023 {Do you ever get that feeling of wanderlust? Like you want to travel but nowhere quite evokes the emotions you want? Sometimes, I have this yearning for home, the place my heart belongs. I left pieces of my heart in Thedas, though I’ve never been there in person… In Haven, in Skyhold, in Crestwood. And travelling to those places always feels like I’ve found myself again. For what is home but the first place you run towards when your soul is weary? A heart doesn’t know the difference between reality and fiction} - LillithDraagon. All Stories must start somewhere. Two Australian women are suddenly transported to the world they have only seen through a screen. Containing their excitement at their fresh start, they must face this new world and all of the dangers within it. It won’t be easy by any means. Especially not when they find themselves embroiled in the events of Dragon Age Inquisition. What fate awaits them? Will their new lives be worth the struggles they face? (Asterisks mark smut chapters.) !!!NOT A SELF INSERT!!! (lmfao) Part 1 is complete. Part 2 is currently being posted weekly.

#my fanfic #the path not taken #dragon age #da fanart #solasmance

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cyberneticatoms · 8 months ago

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WHERE: State Fair WHO: Chandler Vos (@sparepcrts)

"Go sit down Yoely," Josh told him, reaching up to ruffle his hair after giving him a brief once over, "We're announcing a thank you dinner for all rescuers later, probably set it up at end of the month."

Yoel nodded, gratefully taking the pain medication from Josh and chugging it down with some Epsilon vitamin water. His back hurt and the second he was out of view of people with cameras, he started limping away plopping down onto a lawn chair with a groan. Closing his eyes and leaning his head back, most people busy trying to enjoy the final day or gawking at the press conference.

#threads: yoel waley #thread: yoel and chandler #post plot drop: running with the bulls

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cyberneticatoms · 7 months ago

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Yoel rolled his eyes even if he did crack a small grin while giving her a grateful look as he took the cup from her. He was taking slow sips as he listened to her, he'd have nodded along if his neck wasn't killing him. For a brief second he thought about asking her if she could text Chandler for him, before figuring that was the last thing he should be doing. "No...think you already covered everyone for me," he said handing her the cup back, "Josh mention what the media plan is?" Wincing slightly he sat up better to actually get the full picture for what all they were going to be doing now.

"You acted very heroically," Jess replied with a small grin, picking up the pitcher of water and pouring him a glass. After dropping a straw into it, she handed it over to Yoel before once more taking a seat. "It makes me wonder if you should be the one working security and not me." She gave him a teasing look and let out a soft chuckle before continuing. "I've been standing guard outside. Josh's orders. But someone else has taken over now, which means you're stuck with my delightful company, whether you like it or not. So, while we're alone... Is there anyone you want me to contact?"

#threads: yoel waley #thread: yoel and jess #post plot drop: running with the bulls #/end

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theccpress · 2 months ago

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🚨 Vitalik Buterin Proposes Ethereum EVM Replacement with RISC-V 🚨

“Old-style EVM contracts will continue to work and will be fully two-way interoperable with new-style RISC-V contracts.” - Vitalik Buterin

Hold onto your decentralized wallets! 💼💥 Vitalik Buterin, the wiz behind Ethereum, just dropped a bombshell proposal to kick the Ethereum Virtual Machine (EVM) to the curb and replace it with RISC-V. Yes, you heard it right! It seems like we’re on the brink of revolutionizing our beloved blockchain. Talk about a plot twist that even M. Night Shyamalan couldn’t see coming! 🎬✨

Can you feel the gears turning? ⏳🛠️

Key Takeaways:

Major shakeup in the Ethereum system architecture.

Forum debates heating up like a bull market! 📈🔥

Expectation of increased efficiency and flexibility - how about that?

The idea was tossed out on April 20, 2025, in a post that probably sent shockwaves through crypto forums and coffee shops alike ☕💻. If RISC-V, the open processor architecture, gets a greenlight, we might see a total overhaul of Ethereum’s infrastructure, which *could* either launch us into a new bull run or lead us into a bear cave 🐻🔦.

Now, let's talk market reaction. Ethereum’s price jittered like a cat on a hot tin roof, trending downwards—because nothing shouts “investment confidence” like a rollercoaster ride! 🎢 Analysts are already biting their nails, fearing they might need to invest in therapy rather than crypto as Layer 2 solutions gain popularity. But don’t fret! With any major upgrade, us seasoned investors know that temporary volatility is like a rite of passage before eventual stabilization - typical Ethereum drama! 😅📉

So, what’s the final verdict? Will RISC-V bring glory or doom? Are we ready for the switcheroo? Swing by our original article for all the juicy details and let your thoughts flow in the comments below! ⬇️💌

#CryptoNews #Ethereum #RISC_V #Blockchain #InvestorDrama #VitalikButerin #DeFi #CryptoBuzz

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 1 year ago

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I have to admit, Burke Devlin has been growing on me since he abandoned his whole revenge plot against Roger. A lot of my dislike of the character came from his aggressive, pushy personality and his willingness to hurt or manipulate anyone in order to get his revenge on Roger and by extension the rest of the Collins family. Burke came into Collinsport like a bull in a china shop, ready to destroy the Collins business and deprive all the fishermen working for them of their livelihoods if they wouldn't agree to switch sides and work for him. Never mind that Elizabeth, who ran the business, never actually knew that Roger was guilty, and that all the workers at the business had exactly jack shit to do with Roger's crimes. He was willing to manipulate David and Carolyn (and then tell Carolyn that she surely "knew" he was manipulating her, way to make it all her fault, Burke), and would get pushy with uninvolved people like Vicky and Maggie.

BUT, Burke also showed a more heroic side several times. He joined forces with Roger and came running to Vicky's rescue when she was kidnapped by Matthew Morgan (while Roger was ready to dismiss David and do nothing). He also came running to the rescue when David was in the shack with Laura - too late to do anything, but he tried. I think Burke was genuinely fond of David, despite basically using him. He also tried to intervene on Liz's behalf when she was being blackmailed by Jason McGuire. He even showed concern and compassion for Willie when Willie showed up at the Blue Whale post-Barnabas bite, and was clearly Not Okay. He was willing to set aside all his grandiose revenge plans when he finally got a confession out of Roger - yes, I was guilty, you weren't, I deliberately sent you to jail for a crime you didn't commit. And that's the other thing, Burke is right. He is right to be angry, at least at Roger. He has an understandable vendetta against the wealthy, seemingly untouchable family that stole his freedom.

Of course, now we are getting into Burke's romance with Vicky and he is starting to piss me off again. He keeps trying to decide what is "best" for Vicky and goes behind her back to manipulate her relationships with other people, because Vicky is clearly a hysterical young woman who is "too obsessed with the past" and can't make her own decisions. Tells Barnabas not to give her a book, tells Julia to stop involving Vicky in her research because it is supposedly "not good for Vicky." Expects Vicky to quit her job as soon as they are married, despite her attachment to David and the rest of the Collins family. It comes across very much as "How dare you have any strong interests that aren't centered around ME, your future husband?" And when Vicky points out that she knows almost nothing about him or his past or business, he basically says "Don't ask me about that, it doesn't matter, all that matters is your future with me." When he tells Vicky to stay away from Barnabas, he also pulls a "Because I said so, just trust me, sis." So the guy proposes to Vicky after they have only been dating a short while, refuses to tell her anything about himself and his past, and tries to cut her off from her personal interests and friends that he doesn't approve of because he "knows what's best for her," dude is dropping red flags all over the place. C'mon Burke, I was just starting to like you.

I dunno, there is just a certain type of character that I feel like pops up in 50's and 60's media especially (and probably later) who is supposed to be a decisive, authoritative man (in a positive way), but to me always comes across as a pushy, controlling asshole.

Of course, Burke is ALSO right about Barnabas, I have to give him that. Barnabas is a shady character whose idea of winning Vicky over involves sneaking in her room at night and playing Josette's music box, a totally normal, non-creepy thing to do. When it comes down to morals, Burke is definitely a better person than Barnabas. But an ex-con who has set aside his revenge plans is less interesting than a cursed, angsty vampire, sorry Burke.

#dark shadows #I won't miss Burke when he leaves the show #even though Barnabas is much worse

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landinrris · 2 years ago

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Photographer! Lando fic snippet

A bit more from the first half of the fic that I wanted to share while I finish everything up (It's up to 30k with one plot bullet left. Help me). In which Carlos and Lando have a moment of quiet conversation and introspection that doesn't reveal too much.

In terms of the championship, Hungary is a disaster.

Carlos’ car goes into anti-stall when the lights go out, dropping him into the pack headed for turn 1. And then Stroll must forget to use his mirrors or something because the next thing Lando’s aware of from his spot in the garage is them touching and Carlos coming over Lando’s headset to report a puncture.

All the cars are so close together that Carlos is relegated to the back of the field. He manages to make it up to fifth, but the points differential between him and Max when Max finishes in first swings the championship in the opposite direction.

Carlos came to Hungary the leader and is leaving in second.

Lando can already picture the headlines, the talks of how this is the beginning of the end. Red Bull will run away with the championship now. Another Ferrari fake-out. It was nice while it lasted.

But the car is still good. Better than good. Carlos got it from thirty seconds off P20 up to P5 on a difficult to pass track. The speed is there, Carlos just has to come back from this and stamp his authority on what Lando is adamant is his.

Lando follows much the same protocol in trailing Carlos up to his room as he did in Silverstone. The mood in the lower level of hospitality is moderately subdued compared to past weeks. It’s plain to see who does and doesn’t care about the championship element.

It should be admirable how Lando holds himself back. Unlike last time, one of the full-time Ferrari photographers catches Lando before he can make a break for the stairs. Lando wants to tell him to fuck off, but he really doesn’t want to get fired over something so stupid. So, he reluctantly spends an additional five minutes going over details of their photos and what each of them are going to post and forward on to others.

When Lando eventually manages to pull himself upstairs, Carlos’ door is slid open, very much the opposite to how Lando expected it to be. He half-expected to need to beg Carlos to open the door and even then still be denied, but there’s no begging apparently.

From halfway across the floor, Lando can hear the soft cadence of Carlos speaking to someone. It takes Lando a few seconds to realize Carlos is speaking Spanish. He briefly wonders who Carlos could be talking to since he hadn’t seen Caco walk up after him. Only when Lando gets to the door and peers in does he see Carlos on FaceTime with someone.

He’s sitting on the floor like he was last week when Lando found him. He’s still in his race suit this time. Without pausing in his words, Carlos flits his eyes over to Lando and then back to his phone. Lando takes it as a good sign that Carlos doesn’t immediately ask him to leave.

Lando could walk away and leave Carlos to his phone call or even just stand there until Carlos hangs up. His heart’s still in his throat though, overriding Lando’s sense of self-preservation.

He picks his way across the room, careful to stay quiet and unseen by Carlos’ camera. He feels like a little kid when he sits down cross-legged at the end of Carlos’ stretched out legs.

Listening to Carlos speak is calming even though Lando can practically hear the pain in his voice. He’s still fresh from the race, his hair no longer wet but rather sticking up in multiple directions like he’s run his hands through it several times in frustration. Lando wants to reach over smooth it down.

Lando shifts his eyes down to Carlos’ feet still clad in his race boots. Maybe it’s childish to reach out and pull the lace to untie first his right and then his left. A hint of a smile tugs briefly at the edge of Carlos’ mouth. Lando’s fingers pick at the edge of the criss-crosses near Carlos’ toes like they’re a musical instrument.

When Carlos hangs up with who Lando learns are his parents, they sit in silence for a few moments. Like they’re each trying to see who’s going to speak first. As the seconds stretch on, Lando watches Carlos’ shoulders fall.

“I don’t want to lie to you,” Lando decides on saying finally. He really doesn’t want Carlos to snap at him like he had last week. Doesn’t think he has it in him to snap back this time.

“So don’t.”

“It’s gonna be hard, but I don’t think it’s over.”

Carlos is practically scoffing before Lando finishes speaking.

“No?” Lando asks, raising his eyebrows in challenge because he doesn’t want to do this right now. “Fine. If you wanna give up and not be Ferrari’s first champion in eighteen years, then be my guest. I’m gonna miss you up there though.” He tacks on the last sentence as an afterthought.

Rather than respond, Carlos leans forward towards his feet and grabs the tips of Lando’s fingers. Lando thinks Carlos is prying them off so he can stand but instead, Carlos just holds them. He holds them and then squeezes them in comfort. Lando’s heart feels on the edge of bursting, his stomach flipping even as Carlos lets go of him.

“Did I ever tell you I was a karting champion?” Lando asks. He’s pretty sure it’s a rhetorical question because they’ve never really discussed their junior careers, much less their karting days. But Lando’s grasping for a pivot and Carlos hums like he’s interested enough.

“Why did you stop?”

“Money was the main thing. So expensive and my parents wanted me to have an education to fall back on. Gets pretty hard to balance the two really quickly.” He remembers his parents telling him, how he had locked himself in his room for three days straight. Lando knows now that they’d been right to do so, but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t still ache thinking about it sometimes.

“They’re right. I don’t know how I finished school sometimes.”

“There was a point, you know, where I wasn’t sure if I was gonna win it,” Lando says, getting lost in his memories. “I was so small and it was so hard. I think I was third in the standings at one point towards the end.”

“And what happened?”

“My dad wouldn’t let me give up. He took me for extra practice sessions. Every time it rained, I was on a track. I think he knew at that point that was gonna be it, and he didn’t want me to regret anything.”

There’s a hint of understanding dawning in Carlos’ eyes. “Did you? Regret anything?”

Lando shakes his head. “No. It was one of the best moments of my life.”

“And did this actually happen, or did you just make up a big elaborate tale to get me to keep trying.” Carlos asks after seeming to mull over the story.

“Fuck you, next karting track we’re near during a free day, I’ll show you a fake story,” Lando laughs. He’ll have to dig through his photos for proof when he gets back to the hotel.

“I will like to see you try.” Carlos challenges and it’s the first time since being in his room that he sounds more like normal— eager for a fight, a little sarcastic. Lando’s heart shouldn’t be as liquid as it is from Carlos’ words.

“Haven’t gotten to add a full-time F1 driver to the list of people I’ve beaten before. That’ll be fun.”

Carlos playfully kicks out at Lando, and everything feels a bit more normal.

Later, when Lando gets back to his hotel room and is able to sift through his hard drive, he sends Carlos the picture of thirteen-year-old Lando in his white, yellow, and blue RFM suit smiling with a thumbs up while his arm is around the back of—

“You did not race Max Verstappen,” Carlos types back in seeming seconds.

Lando sends back a cry-laughing emoji. Carlos doesn’t have to know that it never got that far.

#slightly shorter than the last snippet but oh well #i literally can't put anything here from the second half because it'll be too spoilery..so hopefully i can finish this up soon #carlando #writing tag #husbands™#photographer lando fic

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storiesofsvu · 3 years ago

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Her Everything Ch 3

Warnings: Language. Talk of the job. Smut.

A/N: The end of this chapter looks like something super dramatic is going to happen, but I promise you it’s not going to end up angsty…yet…I’m just following the general canon plot line of the show that would be happening to give y’all a better timeline!

Friday rolled around at a tortuously slow pace, not to mention you spent the entire day in the field with Nick chasing down one dead lead after another. You’d barely had time to finish your coffee before Cragen hurried the two of you out of the squad room, only shooting off quick texts to update the others between work places and apartments. You’d all but skipped lunch, managing to split a bagel with your partner sometime during the afternoon. Finally you were able to return to the squad room to pick up a couple of things you’d need before going home.

The bull pen was basically empty as you dropped into your desk chair, sighing heavily, thanking Nick for the fresh though, crappy, cup of coffee. You flipped open your notebook and a case file, beginning to add the information you’d gathered through the day to it, comparing against the few voice memos in your phone. Cracking open your laptop to send a quick email off to your Captain, your eyes shot to the purple post it clinging to the corner of the screen, your brow furrowing slightly before a small grin took over your lips. The only place you ever used post it notes was in case files headed to the D.A’s office, the scrawl across it simply read ‘Tavern 29. 8pm, don’t forget. R.’ You wondered how he’d managed to sneak it on there without anyone noticing, or if he’d made some outlandish excuse as to why he’d need to slip a note for a detective. Plucking it from the screen you grabbed a small manila envelope from your desk, placing the note inside before tossing it into your bag. Glancing at your watch you realized you were much more short on time that you’d thought, doing your best to speed through the reports, shooting the email off to Cragen with a quick huff.

You said a hasty good night to Nick as you collected your things and sped to the elevator. You’d wished you’d had time to run home, you hated going out for personal reasons with a gun and shield still attached to your body, but you were already late and the last thing you’d want was for Rafael to think you were standing him up. Lord only knew that would result in a hell of a lot of eye rolls, steely looks and shot down ideas over the next…oh..year or so.

Rafael had settled into a high top table with a glass of scotch in an attempt to calm his nerves. He hated feeling like this, he was one of New York’s finest prosecutors, he dealt with some of the worst criminals on a daily basis. Yet here he was, brain scrambling over what he could possibly talk about with a pretty girl, despite the fact that you’d already had plenty of sharp witted conversations, this was different. He’d just ordered his second when his attention was drawn to the frantically swung open door. Your hand shoved your loose hair back from your face, glancing around the bar quickly before your eyes found him, an elated smile breaking out on your cheeks. You quickly made your way over to the small table, shedding your jacket and bag as you went.

“Hey! I’m so sorry I’m late today got crazy we were out in the field all day I barely got your note in time and still had to finish reports.” He chuckled softly,

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” you huffed, “I can’t be late on the first..night..sets a bad example, pretty low standard to meet from now on.” You were definitely flustered, trying to cover your steps.

“Hey…” Rafael’s hand grasped your wrist, pulling you back to reality, “I know exactly how demanding your job is.” You relaxed at the gentle green gaze staring back at you, feeling the tension dissolve from your body, “And I could’ve called or sent a text instead…”

“Yeah..” Your eyes casted down quickly and he didn’t miss the flush on your cheeks, “The post it was super cute though.” Thankfully, or…unthankfully, you were interrupted by a server at that point, you ordered a glass of rose and asked for a food menu, the rumble in your stomach even apparent to Rafael.

“Take it you skipped lunch?” He smirked from across the small table. You shot him a grin, “I split a bagel with Amaro.”

“Split a bagel? That’s not substantial.” He teased,

“Oh please, you survive of snacking not actual food.” You shot back, “Besides, I knew I had plans with someone who promised to foot the bill. I’m just being resourceful.” He laughed outwardly at that and you couldn’t help the warmth flowing through your body.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?”

“That certainly is how it’s gonna be.” You smiled over the rim of your wine at him, happy with the way things seemed to be shifting.

“You guys manage to find anything?”

“No..” You let out a weary sigh, “But you know how it is at Hudson U, no one knows anything and if they do the school’s squashed down any accusations or statements.”

“You think they’re hiding something?”

“I know they are.” You met his eye with a strong glance before you diverted your attention to the menu, “I’ve never understood it, the whole disciplinary hearing thing. Sexual assault on campus is still sexual assault, it should be handled by the police not campus security, it’s fucking bull shit.” Rafael felt a surge of admiration at your comment, he knew how tricky these university cases were, especially at Hudson. It was always a struggle, and you seemed even more passionate than the rest of the squad at the matter at hand. “Sorry…” You shook out of it, a weak smile glancing up to meet his, “I don’t mean to drag you down with work talk. I’m sure you had a better day?”

“Arraignment on the Herman case. Had about four subpoenas served on the Malice case and Calhoun’s going for a 730 hearing on the Delmont case.”He gave you the best of a soft smile that he could.

“So we are deserving of these drinks then.”“Very.” He smiled as you caught his eye, raising your drink in a cheers to him, sipping back a large amount of wine. It was only a few moments later that the waitress came back over to get your food orders and you fell into a friendly conversation, the alcohol helping the back and fourth flow easily between the two of you. You caught yourself shamelessly flirting, not missing the way that the bar stools began to move closer together everytime one of you had an excuse to get up.Your meals came quickly, Rafael somehow managed to convince you to try a bit of the fig flatbread, which you deemed as edible but not something you’d ever order.

After your plates were cleared and a fresh round of drinks were dropped off at the table, Rafael leaned back in his chair, sleeves rolled up as he glanced over at you,

“What made you choose SVU?” He asked, nearly expecting you to weigh your options but you launched right into a response.

“My Mother.” You hummed over a sip of wine, “I think she always wanted me to go into law. She was always talking about how sex crimes cases needed a certain type of person working them, someone who was strong and brash enough to handle the perps but soft enough to help the victims through everything. I considered a number of different paths but…this one just fit the best.” Shrugging, you glanced up at him,

“What about you?”Rafael nearly flushed, avoiding your gaze slightly as he found his scotch much more interesting, swirling it before taking a hefty swig.

“I-uh—it kinda fell into my plate. I didn’t expect to be as passionate about it when I first started, but…SVU takes on most domestic violence cases and…” He trailed off, unable to look up until he felt your hand squeeze around his arm gently.

“I’m sorry…”

“You don’t have to be.”

“Raf..” His heart picked up at the way his nickname softly echoed off your lips with such ease, “I’m a detective, not a dumbass.”

“Please don’t mention this..”

“Relax.” You squeezed his arm again, “I’m not some gossip like Rollins. Besides, I keep secrets for the people I really like.” You shot him a smile, giving him a quick squeeze before leaning back in your chair, “Now…Batman or Superman?” He chuckled lightly,

“Batman.”

“Oh, come on! You only like Batman ‘cause he’s all about fancy galas and three piece suits!”

“And what! You like Superman because?”

“Neither. Wonder Woman. She’s a literal God.” You shot back a smirk, sipping at your drink, glint in your eye as you met Rafael’s.

Both of you were thankful for the way you were able to so quickly slip back into a playful flirty banter with each other. The trauma of the day and your pasts easily able to slip between your fingers as you continued to flirt. The bar stools were basically side by side by now as you sipped on the tail ends of your drinks, your breath hitched slightly as Rafael’s hand found its way to your leg. He wasn’t imposing, simply resting it there, making sure you were okay with everything before his thumb began softly rubbing at it encouragingly.The next time the waitress came by to ask if you needed another round you hesitantly glanced between each other, both of you not wanting the evening to end but knowing it was now or never. Barba swiftly asked for the bill, and despite his earlier offer to pay you still protested, eventually managing to pay for the tip at the very least.

The two of you made your way to the street a few minutes later, a hesitancy as you both glanced around before Barba eventually spoke,

“I-uh..I’m only a block or two away..if you’ll walk with me I can call you a car?”

“Of course.” You smiled at the man. Boldly, you grabbed his hand, linking your fingers with his as you made your way through the New York streets. It had finally began to warm up, then air of the evening not as brisk as you’d expected. Your conversation casually continued over the city streets, and you had to admit, you were a little sad when Rafael tugged at your arm, signalling that you were at his building.

“This is me.” He gave you a warm smile as his free hand began to reach into his coat to order you a car.

“Wait!” Your hand clasped onto his wrist, moving it down to his side as you stepped closer to him. It really was now or never. Your heart felt like it was about to explode out of your chest, you were about to risk your entire professional and friendly relationship over this but you didn’t really care. Your hand cupped his cheek softly as you moved towards him, lips meeting his cautiously. The kiss was gentle, quick, just lips meeting lips before you pulled away, both of you breathing heavily as you searched each other’s faces. You knew you should accept the car, go home, not follow through, but the fire in Rafael’s eyes was all you wanted to see. He knew he shouldn’t, that fucking…dating…whatever it would end up being, within the department wasn’t ideal, but he simply couldn’t resist it, especially once he’d felt your lips agaisnt his.

His hand grasped at your hip, tugging you to his body as your lips met again, this time with much more fire than he’d expected. Your arms wrapped around his neck, a small groan escaping your lips as his tongue delved into your mouth. You felt a hand cup at your ass while the other cupped your head, burying into your hair. It felt like an eternity of a make out session on the sidewalk before he finally pulled away, lust blown pupils meeting yours.

“Do..do you want to come up?”

“Yes.” You husked, barely able to tear yourself away from his body.Neither of you could help yourselves, once upstairs you were promptly tearing clothes off each other, murmuring sweet nothings about how gorgeous the other one was until Rafael directed you into the bedroom. He had one hand wrapped tightly around your waist while the other one began to toy with your folds. You let out a gasp against his lips when his fingers circled at your clit, a hand attempting to grasp his cock before you felt yourself shoved down against the bed.

“Tonight’s about you.” He muttered, climbing over your body.Settling in against you his lips met yours again as his hand cupped your heat. Your moan echoed through the room as his lips kissed down the side of your neck, hips thrusting up off the bed, begging for more. A gasp escaped your lips as he slid a finger in, pumping slowly though your heat. Rafael couldn’t help but groan at the sounds coming from your soaked pussy, the squelching nearly too much for him. He increased the speed of his hand. As much as he wanted to drag this out, to torture you as much as he could, edge you until you were absolutely begging, he’d wanted you too long, he knew he wouldn’t last. You let out a yelp as he sat up, watching his fingers disappear into you while his free hand hit your clit, circling heavily and quickly. You let out a series of whines, feeling the coil burning within you as your hips shot off the bed, coming with a shake.

“Holy fuck…” You muttered out. Rafael chuckled softly, kissing his way up your chest to your lips.

“You still okay?”

“Yes.” You nodded, cupping his cheek to direct his eyes to you, “Rafa…fuck me..please..” He felt his cock twitch at your words, swiftly grabbing a condom from the beside table, he rolled it onto his member. One hand gave him a few pumps while the other traced down your cheek and side, bringing your attention back to him. Leaning forward he gave you a soft kiss before he slid into you, animated groans escaping from both of you at the feeling. It had been so long for both of you that even with the latex barrier you could feel every goddamn ridge of his cock, the way it dragged against your walls.

Rafael began to pump into you, sitting up on his haunches to thrust harder as you begged him too. He could barely keep it together, you were so warm, so wet, the feeling of you squeezing around him made his eyes roll back into his head, made his brain see stars, completely forget everything he’d ever known. You barely felt his fingers against your clit, rolling quickly, your body arching off the bed, a near scream leaving your lips as your body shook, barely able to make it through a second orgasm as Rafael spilled into the condom.He collapsed over you, doing his best to hold himself up on his forearms and not crush you, breath fanning across your face.

Your hand reached up, stroking his face softly, pushing his hair back gently, a soft kiss exchanged between your lips before he finally rolled off you, moving to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. You were nearly surprised when he returned to the bed and tugged you to him, letting your curling body wrap around his frame, his lips softly kissing your head.

“You want me to stay?” You murmured against his chest.

“Always.”He muttered back, the feeling of your body around his was already relaxing him beyond any point of being home alone. He knew he’d liked you the moment he’d realized you weren’t just some first rate detective, but now….now he knew things were about to progress exactly the way he wanted. He couldn‘t help the smile on his cheeks as you wrapped an arm around him, snuggling deeper into his shoulder.

Rafael practically beamed at the way you kissed his chest again before falling into a steady sleep. There was absolutely nothing that could throw this relationship off and he knew it. The world had thrown so much crap at him, at both of you, that you both deserved someone like each other, thank God it had finally realized it.

Your phone blared you awake much earlier than you’d expected, especially since it was your day off. You’d planned on spending the morning either moping over a shitty date with Rafael, or still buried in his arms, which, you currently were. Grumbling you rolled away from his warmth.

“Wilkes?” You answered blearily, feeling Rafael’s hand on your thigh, the immediate guilt of waking him up settling in as you listened to the panicked voice of your partner. “Wait…WHAT!? Oh my God!” You threw the blanket back, stumbling to find your clothes, “Am I meeting you at the squad or her apartment?”

“Apartment. CSU’s on the way.” You gave a quick reply back to your partner, tossing the phone down while you clasped your bra

.“Everything okay?” Rafael sleepily questioned, slowly pushing himself up to sitting.

“No.” You shot over to give him the quickest of kisses, the look of worry etched in your eyes not something he missed, “Lewis has Liv.”

“William Lewis?!” You barely noticed his shocked expression as you tugged on your shirt, practically racing through the hallway.

“Yeah! I’ve gotta meet Nick, I’ll see you at the precinct?”

Rafael’s heart shot into his chest, not only was your morning after experience a complete 180 from what he wanted, but now you were on your way to chase down a sadist serial rapists, but one of his best friend had been abducted by him. Things were not exactly happening the way he had hoped.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #her everything #law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit

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cyberneticatoms · 8 months ago

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Copper glanced at Dewey, chuckling before wincing and adjusting how he was sitting. "I got switched to this fancier room with better chairs, he wanted to break it in," he said shaking his head a bit. "That Epsilon money goes pretty far," he added, it was the story Stevie had asked him to tell and he could do that much. "Honestly I feel bad, I'm not really entertaining enough to hang around here so much."

who: dabi and copper where: the fuckin hospital i guess @cyberneticatoms

hearing about what happened to copper was rough, dabi was obviously concerned about his friend especially since he wasn't sure when a good time to visit was. he sent stuff to him while he was recovering and when he finally heard he was okay enough to take visitors he went, now sitting in a share that wasn't currently occupied by a sleeping dewey. "so has he just been like sleeping in that chair this whole time or did i happen to come at the perfect time that he's just conked out?"

#threads: copper sinclair #thread: copper and dabi #post plot drop: running with the bulls

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cyberneticatoms · 8 months ago

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WHERE: Metroplex General Hospital WHO: Ames Shehadi (@chaosandcrimson)

Ike was still trembling staring at their hand as it reached for the hospital door, clenching and unclenching it. There was bruising on their hand along with cracked knuckles. Taking a shaky breath, they frowned a mumbler curse word in spanish slipping out. Feeling about as settled as they would they opened the door before blinking in confusion.

"What the fuck," they asked as they walked through what was basically a living room. Opening another door which was the actual room, they stared at Ames on the bed, "Why the hell they got you in a hotel room," they said with more bite than they wanted. Pausing they let out a huff of irritation before moving to one side of the bed, "Shit sorry, you ok?" they asked in a softer tone, bringing their good hand to brush some of her hair back.

#threads: ike dutton #thread: ike and ames #post plot drop: running with the bulls

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pixicunt · 3 years ago

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Series of unfortunate events

Bully Taehyung x reader, Teacher Seokjin x reader

wordcount: 9.5k

Warning: bullying, bully Taehyung, Teacher Seokjin, the age of y/n is not specified to im tagging underage just incase, yandere Taehyung, Yandere Seokjin, highschool, daddy Jin, implied future pseudo incest, fearplay, manipulation, humiliation, public humiliation, public touching, noncon touching, vaginal fingering, gross use of the word rape by Taehyung, threats of rape, threats of non con gangbang, choking, object insertion, objects as sex toys, sex toys, orgasm denial, dumbification, name calling, hair pulling, mean Taehyung, rich Taehyung, phone sex/masturbation guidance, teacher-student relationship, inappropriate relationship.

Summary: Taehyungs bullying gets worse by the day, overstepping the line one day during class. you make the unfortunate mistake of asking your teacher Mr Kim for help in desperation, he is happy to help but wants something in return and when you refuse well .... I guess you'll see.

notes: All smut, little plot thats why its called series of unfortunate events because its legit just different scenes of y/n being caught in unfortunate events. there will be a part 2 because I just wanted to hurry and post it, please let me know if you like it. honestly this feels like some fucked up kdrama. ALSO i just want to say please dont romanticize abuse and bulling , this is fiction.

His fingers felt like they were encased in thin layer on ice as he presses them into the flesh of your thigh, painting his name with invisible ownership over you.

Today had been a lot to handle from Taehyung, the signature devilish smile seared hot into your brain appearing every time you close your eyes like a red hot iron burning his existence into your skin. His presence suffocating with no way to run or hide on your joined desk. You have to wonder if it will be easier to just give into his advances and not have to look behind your shoulder every second with fear.

He just wouldn't accept no for an answer, not now not ever. No matter how many times you asked him to leave you alone he was always one step behind you.

"come on little mouse, your making it harder and harder for me to hold back" His fingers continued to press shapes into your thigh, long slender fingers moving their way up your leg like a paintbrush on a canvas. a shaking , terrified canvas.

There was something terribly terrifying to you about Taehyung, an off feeling you got right when you first moved to this school at the start of the year. His warm and welcoming smiles changed with every greeting until his smile was dripping in somthing a little sinister, pushing and tormenting you every waking hour of your school days. You didn't notice the way he was pulling the strings around you, your new friends dropping any interest in you, too afraid of Taehyungs influence and threats that no one wanted to provoke him, you simply weren't worth the risk of their comfortable lives.

His father was rich apparently, could expel anyone he wanted at the turn of his lips if he wanted to.

You ask yourself again and again .. why you?

"Go out with me, I'm getting tired of asking and I might just do something about it if you dont stop this cat and mouse game"

At this point you have blocked out Mr Kims lecture on Greek literature to focus on not crying in the middle of a lesson, not wanting to bring any more attention to what was happening under the desk. Taehyung breathing down your ear in the almost silent room of students taking notes.

Taehyung was bad, you thought the worst thing he had done was lock you in the storage shead for hours but he has never gone this far before, you were used to the hair pulling and the snide remarks and even him pushing you up against the wall and stealing your things, the increased amount of dirty talk in your ear, texting you on the weekends about what exactly he wanted to do to you but this was another level or torment.

He was tired of waiting.

You were frozen with the feel of his hands, warming rapidly on your thigh when he molds the flesh under his palm. Your throat constricts as it moves higher to your inner thigh.

Your legs squeeze together, the pen in your hand trembling when he laughs into the shell of your ear. "“Baby, don't do that , I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me"

You try to focus on Mr Kims voice as he points to something on the projector screen, circling a word in red , the subtle light casting a shadow on his face and illuminating the dark room with a white glow. you cant focus on his words though, only the calming tone of his voice, the only thing keeping you grounded. Your throat bobs, mouth dry with a lump forming in your airway.

"Taehyung, please. please don't"

Taehyung breaks out into a smile as you finally talk, he was starting to really think you were a mouse from how quiet you were, quiet , docile, so easy to take advantage of.

"Thats it baby, use your words, tell me how much you want to be my little rape doll" you felt his fingers under your skirt, feeling their way to your hip and letting a finger hook under the band of elastic, pulling until they snap back against your skin.

"no"

You look around the room to see if anyone heard the sound, voice shaky when you try to remove his hand.

"say no to me one more time and ill take you back to my car and take your ripe virgin cunt"

you cant help but let your tears well up, shaking in fear as he chuckles low in your ear. His fingers pressing into your hip before his slender fingers slide to your clothed delicate folds. The only person that has touched you down there was yourself, your finger experimenting and feeling the silky folds long after your mother had fallen asleep.

You cry into your palm as his fingers work on your pussy, a lone finger slinking up and down to pull a cry from your throat. His other hand digs crescent moon shaped nails into your flesh only making the burn in your throat worse.

"please , it hurts .."

"it hurts ? but your so wet "

A shallow whimper creeps from your lips at the deep gravel of his voice, nothing more then a squeak when he presses his finger at your clothed entrance, begging to penetrate through the barrier.

"Oh you'll be so much fun to play with if you keep making little noises like that , pretty little mouse getting all wet at the though of me hurting her, fucking every hole, I don't think ill even fit"

You shudder, his fingers suddenly feeling like a furnace on your skin, your stomach churning when he moves his fingers to the top hem of your underwear, getting ready to slip his hand underneath the material and have his way with you.

The lights flick on

Taehyung reluctantly removes his hand with an annoyed sigh, the lesson was over and Mr Kim was dismissing the class, turning of the projector screen and collecting his things. you hear him talk about page numbers and homework but your ears are ringing and your feet are numb.

"saved by the bell little mouse, saved by the fucking bell" He stretched in his seat, sending you a lopsided smile before standing, he had nothing to collect as he didn't bother with materialistic and useless things for school his dad will boost his grade anyway. "well ill see you around, id love to finish what I started"

tears overflow the brim of your eyes when he finally walks away, wetting your skin and the sleeve of your shirt that you use to try and wipe your face, the class was clearing out, leaving you still stuck frozen at your desk.

"y/n"

You open your glossy eyes, Mr Kim was standing in front of your desk with concern, his eyebrows dipping when you cry harder, unable to control it. He puts his things down on the adjacent desk before bending down next to your chair.

"sweetheart tell me why your crying, are you sick?"

His eyes were comforting just like how they had always been, a gentle hand rubbing your back as he lets you cry it out. You knew Seokjin or rather your mother knew him so you saw him quite often and he was always kind, a reassuring smile and a playful laugh when you would greet him when he came over to have drinks with your mother to discuss their careers, your mother being a teacher at another school.

"its ok, everyone is gone, you can tell me"

If there was anyone you knew you could trust to tell then it would be Seokjin.

"Use your words y/n, tell me what happened"

You mumble through your tears, taking a deep breath when he instructs you to before you continue to confide in him that your getting bullied, trying not to cry as you tell him about Taehyung and his relentless tormenting and how afraid you were, you leave out the threats he made on touching you and what exactly happened in today lesson, you cheeks heating when you recount what he had said in your ear and how his fingers felt.

Taehyung never left a mark on you so at the end of the day is was your word against his but you knew Mr Kim would believe you. He listens without saying anything, only nodding his head to let you know he was still listening and taking everything you were saying seriously.

"please help me" you cover your face with both of your hands, trapping the tears into your palms, a few streaks slipping through the gaps in your fingers. "y/n". His hand was warm on your shoulder, coercing you to look up at him through your hands.

He doesn't say anything, you could see the gears working in his head but his mouth stays shut as he rises to his full height. Sitting ontop of your desk with folded arms

"surly you've heard the rumors about Taehyungs father and how influence he has right ?"

You nod, already feeling the conversation ending with disappointment. No one would dare stand up to Taehyung in fear of the consequences so why would he ? every teacher already treats him like their boss, cowards bending over to accommodate him and always walking on eggshells, letting him do as he pleases. Seokjin continues.

"good, I'm sure you know that Kim Taehyung is basicaly untouchable, his father does everything he can for him and that includes getting rid of....or getting people for his sons sake"

Again you nod.

"well I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me so you must understand that I'm the only chance you have of getting Taehyung to stop hurting you, no one else will help you, no one else would take the risk "

Now you understood and you were waiting for him to let you down easy, the anticipation eating you alive.

"But I will because I like you and think your an excellent student, I just have one condition, one thing I want from you, understood?" your hands clench in your lap, thumb rolling over your knuckles, you could do some extra work or help clean the class room or do his errands, anything. Youll do anything. you nod and he slips off your desk.

"Good you already listen to instructions so well"

He gently pulls you up from your seat and you wipe at your face with your sleeve, letting him move your body with his hands on your back, pushing you to sit on the front of your desk.Your legs dangle over as he stands infront of you, stepping back a little to let his eyes rake over you.

"This will be easy sweetheart"

You were not prepared for what you were about to hear next.

"Spread your legs for me and lift up your skirt"

your mouth opens slightly to suck in a breath, skin going flush at his demand.

"what-why"

You couldn't help the quickening pace of your heartbeat, his eyes narrowing at you in slight disappointment. "I thought you listened well, spread your legs and lift your skirt for me" His voice was soft but demanding, like it always has been with you. "but i-"

"Do you need me to do it for you ?" He leans against the desk in front of yours, waiting for you to answer him, your cheeks feeling hot at the way he was speaking to you. You shake your head no, if it meant he would stop Taehyung from being mean to you. You slowly spread your legs apart, skirt pulling up your thigh as you open them , your fingers playing nervously with the hem of the skirt, trying to get the courage to pull it up to your waist.

Seokjin looks at you expectantly, a sigh filling the quiet classroom at your disobedience. "Cant do it on your own can you?, let daddy help you"

Seokjin steps forward unexpectantly making you close your legs out of nerves, pushing them back together as he approaches the short distance between you. Rough hands on your knees with his thumbs digging into your skin, his eyes full of authority as he towers over you.

"My instructions were easy"

You squeeze your thighs together, looking down at his hands on your legs, thumb rubbing circles into your knees as he slowly pulls your legs apart to fit between them, palms flat against your thighs as they move up your legs, pulling up your skirt. A satisfied hum in his chest at the sight or you, your hands clutching into the edges of your desk while his eyes stay between your legs.

You gasp, clutching onto his white button up, creasing the pristine material as his fingers trace over your clothed slit. You resist the urge to bite into his shirt to muffle your voice, your knees hitting his thighs when you try to close them from the shock, his disappointed tut as you try to shy away, using his free hand to pull your legs back open, fingers firm in the flesh of your thigh.

"Thats it, don't make me mad sweetheart or ill have to bend you over my desk, keep your legs open just like that"

You hide your face in his shirt, trying to hold in any gasps while he plays with you, finger trying to penetrate you through your panties. Shallow prodding of his finger making you groan into his shirt. His other hand pulling your underwear up until just your clit and entrance were covered, lips spilling out the sides.

"Mr Kim, this feels wrong" you try to push at his torso feeling the lean muscles and heat underneath his shirt when his fingers pinch your clit, he could feel the telltale sighs of your arousal, moving the fabric to the side to let his finger run along your folds. Your legs jerk at the feel of his fingers on your bare slit. His fingers feel diffrent from your own, rough and calculated.

"Because it is wrong and I could get in a lot of trouble if you tell anyone what a slut you have been, opening your legs for your teacher"

You feel his finger rub at your entrance, trying to push the digit into you, an airy laugh circulating the room when it slides right into you, no resistance except for your walls trying to squeeze him out. Nothing but a pitiful squeak and the slick sound of his finger entering you to fill the sound of the class room.

"Do you play with yourself? tonight I want you to think of me touching you like this"

The blunt end of his palm grinds against your clit, embarassed flush to your face when you hear how wet you are, soaking his fingers and palm.

"No, Mr Kim"

He forces a moan out of you, his finger curling up against your walls making you feel weird, an overwhelming sense of pleasure that you couldn't handle. Seokjin slows his fingers but never stops, curling them deeply, fingers massaging your insides with precision, knowing how to make you breathless. The embarrassing sound of his fingers pulling from you slowly, sloppy and wet.

"are you ready to get fucked on daddys cock ?" You shake your head , eyes widening and stomach tightening at the words.

"are you scared? its ok i wont hurt you" Seokjin pulls your legs up, your body slipping until your back was against the cold wood desk, watching with panic as he undoes his belt slowly, looking down at you, your face showing all your emotions and how scared you were, not ready to get fucked.

He notices the small shaky exhale you make when he gets his belt undone, suddenly snapping back to your reality when you sit up. "wait i dont-im not ready and i" He turns his back to you not letting you finish, busy readjusting his belt. Your eyes on his back as he walks over to his desk and reaches for a tissue . Not uttering a word to you as you adjust your underwear back in place and fix your skirt. A horrible sense of dread and disappointment, emptiness filling you to the brim. An uncomfortable wetness between your legs making everything stick to you, your body begging to let go of the pressure building in your core.

But you made the right decision, you don't want this but that dosnt stop you from thinking about how he woudld feel filling you up.

You watch him, shuffling in your spot not knowing what to do or what to say. He uses the tissue to wipe at his fingers, like it never even happened.

"um, Mr Kim"

"speak up Y/N I don't like mumblers"

You clear your throat, embarrassed. His words reminding you of Taehyung and his tormenting nickname for you.

"um, will you talk to Kim Taehyung? since I-since you - you know"

He throws the tissue in the trash can next to his desk, finally turning to look at you, adjusting himself to sit at his desk. "since you what? nothing happened as far as i can see, my deal extends far beyond a few fingers, I want you to take my cock over this desk and until then im afraid I can not talk to Taehyung so if you don't mind I really do have work to do"

Your heart sink at his sudden cold tone towards you, never having been on his bad side in your life making the tingling in abdomen evaporate, heart swirling with hurt. "o-ok" you turn to leave the classroom and he doesn't stop you, doesn't look back at you and doesn't give you his warm smile. you want to cry and you cant explain why, you wish you never asked him to help you.

you would have to deal with Taehyung on your own.

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Taehyung gets worse, much worse.

And to make it worse your grades drop, unfairly so, Seokjin not even looking at you as he places the paper marked with a red D, barley a pass. Taehyung scoffing at the score on your sheet while he basks in the glory of his A+.

Trying to speak to Seokjin was impossible at this point, you watch him from your desk, his calming smile making whoever he was talking to feel comfortable, roling up his sleeves as he speaks to a female student about her work, warm smile as he hands it back to her. After class you approach him carefully, standing in front of his desk with a frown. You stand for a while, waiting for him to look up from his paper that he was grading when you clear your throat.

He continues to grade the paper not giving you his time.

"I know your there y/n but if I didn't lift my head the first time that means I'm busy"

His cold tone hurts more then it should, stinging like slowly peeling off a bandaid, it settles inside of you. You suddenly don't have the courage to ask why he was being to cold to you, why he changed and instead you gather your thoughts and leave, making sure Taehyung wasn't around when you close the classroom door

you take extra cation to not allow yourself to be alone, which was hard as you had no friends to talk to and keep you safe from Taehyung.

And Taehyung could always, always find you.

cornered in a small space in the school library, predictable on your part.

"such a slutty little girl aren't you"

He pushes your head to the side, laughing at the way your lip trembles at the rough treatment, his slender fingers threading through the roots of your hair and pulling your face back to meet his uncaring eyes.

He tugs a little harder at your roots making you whine in discomfort, the sound like music to his ears, like a mouse in a trap. Tear starting to well up in your eyes, making them burn but you don't dare blink or look away, instead your eyes beg for mercy.

"oh come on little mouse, don't cry yet, I haven't even put my cock inside you, save those tears for when I fuck you"

His hand pats at your cheek, the twinge of pain of his palm against your cheek with each playful slap sending the tears down your face. fingers making dent in your flesh as he pulls your face close to his, other hand still locked into your roots. You try to keep yourself quiet, choking down your sobs and pleads for him to stop, you didn't want anyone to hear you in the silence of the library, his own voice barley above a whisper, making your skin crawl with goosebumps.

"Open up for me , open your slutty mouth"

You bite down on your lip and shake your head.

"please T-Taehyung"

His tongue runs across his teeth as they stretch into a cunning smirk. "oh and hands behind your back, agaisnt the wall" His fingers unlatching from your face to pry your mouth open, hushing you like a baby when you try and protest against him, two fingers slipping into your mouth making you gag, reaching the back of your throat with ease.

He flicks a stray hair from his face with the shake of his head, grinning to himself as you choke, tears running uncontrollably and your eyes red.

"God I love the sound of you begging for me, cant wait to hear you beg for me to feel my cock splitting you open and all you can do is beg and cry, doesnt that sound nice?" He fucks his fingers into your mouth, felling around the inside smooth flesh of your cheeks and the ridged bumps of your teeth before sinking them down your throat again, your throat closing up on them but Taehyung persists.

"Imagine my cock in your throat, your throat was made for it , just a dumb messy little cockslut"

You try to speak past his fingers, drool spilling down his hand and down the sides of your mouth. He pulls his fingers from your mouth slowly, letting you breathe in a gasp of air.

"what was that?, I couldn't hear you"

you swallow down air and spit, trying to calm yourself as quietly as you could. "m not dumb"

Taehyung laughs, hunched over and supporting his weight on the bookshelves like what you said was incredibly dumb, amusement dancing across his face when he faces you again, invading your personal space. "oh but you are, failing all your tests and assignments, thinking about cock when you should be studying"

It wasn't true, you were a good student.You close your eyes and shake your head, not allowing him to get to you.

His hands snake up your legs, palm resting flat, warm hand cupping between your legs and catching you off guard. You cant help the loud gasp echoing across the rows of books, squeezing your legs together.

"no don't"

Taehyung cocks his head and sucks air through his teeth, kicking your legs open with his shoes to make room for his hand.

"what, you don't want me to touch down here?" he slipped his hand down the front of your panties, fingers sliding along your clit making him groan at how wet you are. your legs shaking ready to give out from fear.

"dirty little girl getting all wet for me, im just finishing what we started, your pussy fells just as wet as I thought it would"

You let his fingers play with your folds, elegant fingers sliding circles across your clit, fingers teasing your slit with a constant motion, the sounds of his fingers rubbing over you seemed so loud in the quiet space. A sudden shrill ring from a phone explodes the silence of the library, the annoyed sound of someone shushing and grumbling to turn the phone off. With his hand still down your underwear he answers his phone.

"Jimin, what's up?"

He continues to rub you slowly, looking down at your tear stained face that had mostly dried up with a pout of his lips, you could almost hear the coo coming from his face at your predicament.

"yea yea I'm listening, I'm in the library, bring Jungkook too" he shuts off his phone, sliding it back into his pocket.

"my friends are coming over here right now, I cant wait to show them how dumb you look, show them your wet little cunt"

you whine, pitiful and pathetic. Terrified of the other two seeing you in such a state, what if they want a turn next, you shudder at the thought as fear overtakes your body. "please Tae, ill do anything, just -d-dont" your voice comes out in hiccups, barley being able to stand or take the friction of his fingers. The pads of his fingers starting to stretch you open, sinking inside of you obviously tired of you babbling.

"anything? well from now on I want you to answer your phone every time I call you"

Your hand flies to your mouth to cover the sounds coming out of you, body working against you but you couldn't help it. His fingers were rough, sinking into you until there was an audible slap of his palm against your cunt every time he shoved his finger inside you, his other hand yanking away your hand covering your mouth, he wanted to see you force yourself to be quiet, the rough pace slowing to a dreadful grind.

"I promise, I promise, please"

You hear the familiar sound of his friends approaching, looking down every row of tall books.

"where's Taehyung?"

"Taehyung!"

"shhhhh!, what the fuck is wrong with you Jimin you cant just scream in the library" Jungkook punches him in the arm making Jimin hiss in pain and the force of the others fist.

"ow!"

"oh don't be such a bitch, I think I heard him at the back hurry up"

"Your Just mad I beat you in the last match, got the winning goal and everything"

"fuck off, lets go" Jungkook pulls Jimin by the arm, dragging him to the back of the library.

Your eyes widen, pleading to him with everything you could muster, a few more steps and they would walk in on you getting finger fucked, his hand drenched with the sloppy noises. A few more pumps of his fingers and you were gonna... "Taehyung, -i!" and like that he pulls his fingers out of you, your skirt falling to your thighs and leaving you right on the brink of cuming all over his fingers.

Jungkook and Jimin turn the corner lost in their own bickering, conversation stopping as their eyes fall on you, your body shaking and legs squeezed together, the mass of Taehyungs body shielding you mostly from their view.

"were not interrupting , are we?" Jimin questions with a quirk of his brow, his tone low and suggestive, something you have never heard from his voice but its not like you have ever spoken to him or any of his friends before, only heard their conversations in the hallways or at the back of class. Jungkook stays silent, eyes on you but you don't dare look up from the ground.

"no, not at all, I was just helping y/n here reach a book" Taehyung reaches for a random hard spine book, his wet fingers glistening in the natural lighting giving the other two a clear imagine of what was really happening. He passes you the book, shoving it to your chest and walking away.

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Home was quiet, just how you liked it so you could really focus on your studying, the ache between your legs having subsided to a gentle simmer in your stomach and you had yet to do anything about it.

Still trying not to think about your failing grades and how your mother will react when she finds out, how mad and disappointed she will feel after all they she given you. all she has sacrificed for you to go the best school.

You wanted to shrivel up from embarrassment, still thinking about Taehyung no matter what you do to distract yourself. You had already changed out of your soiled underwear, trying to put on a clean pair but the friction of the material every time you moved, sparking arousal and sensitivity means you couldn't focus on your paper due tomorrow. Angerly ripping them off and throwing them to the floor.

You honestly just wanted to sleep, move schools and never look back but life was unfortunate and you didn't have a choice but to go back. you opt to wear a large oversized shirt and no underwear for the time being.

Telling yourself over and over that you weren't dumb, you were smart and you can finish your paper and get an A+, you just needed to focus. sitting down at your desk without anything to distract you as you start typing.

your fingers still on the keyboard, wanting nothing more then to cry when you hear a knock on your door, slaming your laptop shut. you had only been typing for 10 minutes and you were just about ready to cry or rip out your hair. opening the door yor face imminently softens and your back straightens knowing you would get a mouthfull if you frowned or gave attitude to your mother.

"y/n dear Mr Kim is here for dinner, be polite and come down to eat"

You find it hard to swallow, fingers griping the door in nerves. "but mum i really have alot of work-" "no buts and keep this door open or ill remove it from its hinges"

You had no choice but to do as she says. When you make your way down stairs Seokjin was already seated, waiting patiently for you and your mother to join him. His eyes meeting yours before moving down your bare legs, an inkling of a smile on his face as he greets you.

you bend at the waist making sure to bow respectfully to him, greeting him at the table as you sit in your respective seat. Your mothers face moves easily into a smile when she sees Seokjin, pouring two glasses of wine, filling your own glass with water and placing it at your plate.

Your eyes glued to his fingers as he picks up the glass, swirling the sweet liquid before he takes a sip of the wine and hums in appreciation, his eyes on you the whole time before he sets it doen to praise your mother for the excellent choice, silky smooth on his tongue but he wasnt talking about the wine. He made the excellent choice of picking you, he’d like to thank your mother for making you… all for him.

Conversion flows between Seokjin and your mother, silent on your side of the table as you silently eat, not allowed to leave the table unless you eat everything on your plate.

"so how's my y/n doing in your class, she always loved lititure"

You slow your chewing before looking across the table at the two of them, Seokjin side eyeing you before sighing towards your mother. screaming to him in your mind to please not tell her about your recent scores. “she hasn't been doing the best, not as good as i know she can be but when you guys move in ill have alot more time to help her" Your mother face drops, only expecting to hear noting but praise for her daughters hard work, this is not how she raised you.

"y/n is that true"

Your mouth gapes an closes, trying to find the words to say but you come up with nothing, you worked hard but maybe Taehyungs constant tormenting has got to you, loosing out on precious study and mind too far gone to think about work and did he say move in ? Seokjin smiles into himself at your flushed state, stuttering mess as you try to push out the words.

"Mr Kim is moving in?"

Your mother shakes her head in anger. large dimond earing swaying a she shakes her head in disbelief.

"Thats all you heard ? your lucky that me and Seokjin-shi are getting married so he will be around alot more with his son to teach you and tutor you and no we are moving into his house”

You feel sick, stomach doing flips at the anger in her voice, her food untouched, you never liked when people yelled at you and you have to grip your chair. You jump when you feel the cool leather of a shoe at your foot, eyes flicking up to Seokjin as he watches you with heavy eyes just loving the way you squirm.

Never in a thousand years expecting her to say she was getting married, to Seokjin. Your stunned to silence, always knowing she was seeing someone in secret but never did she once mention anything between the two of them. you didn't even knew he had a son.

"I know you must be shocked I was too when he proposed and I wanted to tell you later on but you really bring the worst out of me sometimes, his son is the same age as you so youll get along well"

You could hardly keep up with her talking when you feel the edge of his shoe slide further up your leg. You swallow broken glass, mouth dry as she rambles on. her voice nothing but white noise. Seokjins sweet voice reached out to you "are you okay y/n ? maybe you should go lay down, honey do we have any medicine?"

Your mother looks a little shocked, her soon to be husband already acting like a dad and she cant keep the smile from her face, …to Seokjin it was alot more then that.

"i-i dont feel well, can i be excused"

You hold onto your stomach to seem believable and your mother shoos you away saying she would talk to you about this later, the background noise of Seokjin telling her that you would come around soon and he will make sure to bond with you making you shiver. You move quickly, leaving the adults at the table as they talk about what to do with you.

When you get back in your room you make sure to leave the door open as to not anger your mother any more then you have, heart dropping when you see the bright illuminated screen of your phone on your bed, two miss calls from Taehyung. You suddenly forget all about the kitchen scenario, Taehyungs evil smile occupying our mind.

You panic internally, racing to unlock your phone an call your tormentor back and hope you haven't made him angry enough to go back on his deal, surly he would understand that you were having dinner.

By the third ring of his number you were ready to throw up, was your window to answer over? what was he going to do to you tomorrow, you pick at a loose string on your blanket, dreading to hear the call flatline.

"y/n baby, I was just about to text my friends to see if they wanted to have some fun with you after class, its a shame you decided to call back because that would have been a sight"

you shudder at the low menicing voice making something curl inside of you, pulling at your tear ducts and the tingle of fear induced arousal. A little gasp making it through the line to his ears.

"oh you like that do you, are you in your room?"

You clutch the phone closer to your ear, nodding your head, too afraid to speak but after a few seconds of dreadfully long silence you remember to actually talk. "yes"

"mm good girl, lay down on your bed for me"

your stomach dips at the praise, feeling lightheaded at at the husky voice telling you what to do in your ear. He could hear the rustling of you lying down on your bed, a small creak of springs as you do as your told, he couldn't wait for the day he got to hear how your bed creaks when he fucks you into it, sooner then you think.

"comfortable ?"

"yes"

"good now take your panties off"

You still at the command. "i-i dont have any on"

you heard Taehyung groan into the phone, cussing to himself at your innocent tone, you really diddnt know what you did to him. "fuck, you dirty slut, do you walk around the house in nothing"

you shake your head, no you didn't do such things, you didn't like the way he talked to you but you bite your lip to stop yourself from saying anything to make him upset "if I was your brother I would have fucked you on every surface of our house years ago, but your an only child aren't you baby, no one to bend you over and use you, no one to keep your greedy holes full"

A whine catches your throat at the filthy words. "d-dont say things like that, its wrong"

"No what's wrong is that im not there to fuck your virgin holes open on my cock so it looks like ill have to settle for second best for now, spread your legs"

your eyes fly to your open door, you cant close it because your mother would hear it shut but you didn't want to anger her. "i-i cant, I have to leave my door open"

Taehyung moans into your ear, static and grueling, you feel every inch of it.

"Even better, I knew you were a little exhibitionist slut, putting your cunt on display for anybody, spread your legs for me baby, wide" You take one last glance at the door and reluctantly open your legs, the long shirt bunching at your waist leaving you fully exposed to whoever decided to walk past. your just lucky your room is upstairs."o-ok I did what you said, can I go now?"

"uh uh uh little mouse, i haven't had my fun yet, put your fingers in your mouth and get them nice and wet for me, spit on them"You do as he says, covering your fingers in your own saliva and letting them hang in the air, feeling gross.

"now push two fingers into your greedy hole, tell me how it feels"

You felt embarrassment creep up your neck, only used to touching yourself with the door closed, lights off and under the covers of your blanket and certainty not with a guest downstairs and someone guiding you. "i- dont want to"

"You dont want to? well that's even better for me because ill get to watch you get passed around by my friends like a cocksleeve, getting you nice and full with different cum, when you get knocked up you wont even know who the father is"

"no ! ill do it, im sorry ill do it"

Your voice breaks, on the verge of tears as you move your fingers down, letting them trace over your slit and down to your entrance, an embarrassed whine when you feel that your already wet, sinking two fingers inside of you.

"God i can hear how wet you are, filthy slut getting off to my voice, thats all you need isn't it, someone to tell you what to do"

You continue to abuse your already swollen hole, the need to cum from being denied multiple times making you feel delirious already. a sudden creek in the floorboards has you opening your eyes in fright, Seokjin leaning against the frame of your door with his hands in his pockets, watching you glide your finger in and out, uncoordinated and slow.

You gasp much to loudly into the phone, closing your legs and trying to sit yourself up when he pushes you back down against the bed, a finger to his lips as he tells you to be quiet , pointing to the phone which displayed Taehyung name. you could hear Taehyung talking but you cover the phone with your hand nervously. "w-where is my mother"

Shame creeps up in red hives across your neck.

"I told her to go out and get some medicine because you said your not feeling good, I told her id take care of you while shes gone, is this where it hurts?"

His sleeve were rolled up his arm, nothing but his watch and a silver engagement ring on his hand as he opens your legs, pushing his fingers into you steadily, your clit sensitive and begging for attention but hardly getting any friction as he pulls them out and back in, you let out a broken moan when his fingers push all the way into the last knuckle, Seokjins cold façade no where to be seen as he fucks you slowly and expertly on his fingers.

"the phone sweetheart"

you lay your head back into the pillow and bring the phone back to your ear, now much harder to control your breathing and the squeaks of plesaure, much more pleasurable then your own fingers. you want to tell Seokjin to stop doing that, to stop fucking his fingers into you but you couldn't with Taehyung on the line, listening to the sloppy sound of you being fucked open, how mad he would be and the consequences if he sound out another man was touching you.

"I know it feels good baby, just a dumb baby that forgets how to speak when something's inside you"

"ts not true, n-not dumb"

"yes you are"

Seokjin removes his fingers from you slowly, easing them out and leaving you empty with your legs spread, his wet fingers opening your legs and silently instructing you to keep them open while he rummages through your draw, his frame blocking your sight so you couldn't see what he was doing. turning to face you this time without a smile, fixing himself between your legs again and silently instructing you to close your eyes. you don't hesitate, letting Taehyungs voice and breathy grunts calm you, giving you praise and hurtful words.

you gasp when you feel something prod at your entrance, opening your eyes to look down at what he was doing, the blunt rounded end of one of your thicker makeup brushes trying to push into you, your own slick dripping onto the handle as he slides the tip end of the brush inside despite the glassy layer of wetness in your eyes and you silent shake of your head, begging him to stop.

please please dont

He sits back on his heels as he watches the smooth handle sink further into you, feeling the slight restriction on the wand as you try to pull away, hips squirming and twisting on the bed at the feel of it penetrating you, he doesn't let you move away from it, pulling it out and back into you over and over, tip circling your entrance a few times before sinking into you teasingly.

Shallow wet thrust of the tip making the most embarrassing sounds before fucking it back into you.

When its fully inside you , you cant help the violated moan you let out, on the edge of crying at the new feeling of having something inside you, how good it felt to be full, Taehyung voice looping you back in.

"I love when you make those noises baby, you really do sound like a mouse with all that crying, it will be much worse when I get my cock inside all your holes, do you want to be a useful cock sleeve or are you going to keep pissing me off"

Your body rocks every time Seokjins thrust it inside you, the smooth plastic stretching you, feeling every time the hilt of the brush was pulled to the tip driving you into a blabbering mess. Seokjins hand glides up your torso, pulling your shirt up to watch your breast bounce together.

"oh no...no.no" your walls squeeze around the wand of the brush, your clit visibly throbbing to be touched. "im gonna pee, please stop, stop daddy"

Your hands reach to hold into something, finding Seokjins hand that was firm against your thigh holding you open, your nails digging into him as you feel the slow pressure begging to release. Taehyungs voice growling in your ear.

"Dont you dare cum"

Seokjin snickers at your pained expression, he could hear his sons voice through the phone and slows his pace to an eventual stop and pulling it out. You whine in frustration and embarrassment when he slides it out of you, not remembering when you had dropped the phone onto the bed but you could still hear Taehyungs laughter, a different type of evil.

The sound of your front door opening and the clicks of your mothers heels. Tears streaming down your face for being denied to cum again. Taehyung is still talking when Seokjin slips out of the room, Making up an excuse to his fiancé that he had to use the upstairs bathroom, the wine just going through him. He seals it off with a kiss to her cheek as he takes the shopping bag from her. It wasn't all a lie, the downstairs toilet bowl ocupied with all the medicine he flushed down while she went to get you from your room, his fiancé looking for the Advil with a confused look on her face, telling him she would be back and she had to run and get some more.

Taehyung was still talking to you through your tears. "awww what a little cry baby, I didn't fucking tell you to stop touching yourself, i cant hear your creamy little cunt making noises so put your fingers back now"

Anger and confusion bubbles up inside you, you really didn't think before you were picking the phone back up, hands turning white as you spit out, "FUCK YOU!" ..... ".... fuck me?"

His voice was barley audible and then the line went flat.

You were terrified and could only think of one thing, one thing to end it all. You steady your phone in your shaky hands and message Mr Kim

Y/n: I accept your offer

Seokjin; Good girl, I’ll see you tomorrow

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School was hell

You didn't want to go back

You didn't want to eat alone or deal with people acting like you didn't exist

you didn't want to face either Taehyung or Seokjin ever again

You didn't know what Taehyung was going to do to you after what you said

You had begged your mother to let you have the day off but she shrugs you off with a disappointed glare, testing your temperature and deeming you fine to attend school and insisting that she even drop you off. How unfortunate you must be to run into Taehyung first thing in the morning, grabbing things for class out of your locker slowly while other people were running around, last few people collecting their things and rushing to their first class.

You didn't see it coming, your body being slammed into the male toilets, shoulder striking against the thick push door, all the air pushing out of your lungs before you could manage to scream or grunt in pain when you fall onto the dirty tiled floor, books and laptop sweeping across the ground. You whimper when your pulled by your arm off the floor, your clean dress shoes leaving scuff marks as you try to pull away, weak protest on your tongue as you are shoved against the bathroom sink.

Your eyes widen when your met with Taehyung vicious smirk through the smudged mirror, hiking your skirt up and over your ass. You try to fight back but are silenced with a violent slap to your ass, the sound bounces off the walls and you stop moving, a silent scream bubbling into a small cry.

"now you get it dummy, don't make a fucking sound"

You meet his eyes in the reflection, your eyes red and wanting the let the tears spill over as he pulls down your underwear, letting them dangle on the dirty floor. He lifts one of your knees up onto the sink, your legs wide open for him to do whatever he wanted, pain pulsing through your thigh from the harsh fall, your shoulder equally sore as you try to hold yourself up.

"dont move or its your cunt ill be slapping next"

you bend your head down, not wanting to let him see you cry . your leg holding your weight starting to shake when you hear him rummage around his pockets, pulling something out.

"your lucky I don't just use you as my personal toilet after how you spoke to me like that"

You open your mouth wanting to tell him it was an accident, instead you keep your head down only jumping when you hear the sound of a bottle opening the click of a cap and squeeze of liquid then hissing when two warm fingers slide inside you, you grip the sink at the weird tingling you feel but don't dare speak again or ask what he was doing.

"This is going up your hole for the whole day for being such a dirty slut" he holds up the egg shaped toy, twisting it in his fingers to show you every angle of it. "no, please Tae, someone is going to walk in"

His long fingers rub over you perineum, filtering up to your ass hole before slapping his hand back down onto it and then your cunt, you muffle your strangled cry into your hands. letting the sting settle before you suck in a breath of shaky air. "I think that's what you want, isnt it, for someone to walk in and use your holes, id love to tie you to a cubical and come back at the end of the day and see how well you are used?"

You hear him use the bottle of liquid again before the warm slicked up egg rubs across your slit, over your clit before he pushes it inside you, the tingling sensation was nauseating, brain numbing as heat spreads across your slit and deep inside your walls. Taehyung finishes with placing the opening of the bottle at your opening and squirting more inside you.

"Maybe another time because i want to play with you today, this is warming lube and its gonna make you feel all fuzzy and dumb, also ill know if you take out the toy"

Taehyung pulls your leg back down to keep the lube inside, picking up your discarded underwear and pulling them back up you legs until they were snug against you. "Becasue I have this" he shows you a small controller in the same colour. He pressed the button and chuckles at the way you clench, hands reaching to steady yourself on the sink at the inescapable pleasure of vibrations inside you, the heating lube stimulating your walls and blood flow intill you were pulsating.

He clicks it off.

"so ill know if you don't have it in"

He wipes a few stray tears from the corner of your eyes , his fingers soothing in your hair giving you only a brief moment of reassurance, leaning down to peck the height of your cheekbone before he turns to leave, stepping over the mess of your books on the floor. you gather your book on wobbly legs and leave before someone would walk in and see you shaking, the halls empty as you make your way to class.

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you couldn't concentrate on anything during the day as Taehyung played with the controls, vibrations spreading tingles of pleasure through your body making you think of nothing except for chasing the high you desperately wanted, brain fog deterring you form taking in any information during all your classes.

The warming lube doesn't wear off either, keeping you wet and tingly for the whole day until all you could think about was being filled and allowed to cum.

Walking into Seokjins class, last lesson of the day almost in tears but you were just happy the day was almost over, tired to clenching down around the buzzing toy, you make your way to your seat only to see it taken, you had assigned seats so this was confusing.

You walk up to the student but close your mouth when he turns to you, Jungkook looking you up and down with testy expression, raising his eyebrow at you daring to speak to him.

Yoongi beside him having looked up from his phone to you when he hears Jungkook stop speaking.

you feel like you cant breathe, Taehyungs threats lingering in your mind when you make eye contact with them, legs turning stiff and refusing to move. Yoongi glares at you before looking back to his phone. "is she stupid or what". Jungkooks mouth stretches into a laugh at that, eyes still glued to you silently tormenting you, moving down your body.

"y/n, back here"

You feel a sigh of relief at Taehyungs voice calling you, something you never thought you would like to hear. you turn, trying to look for Taehyung and stopping short as you come face to face with Jimin, his lips falling into a subtle smile at your wide eyes, you immediately look to the ground and apologise.

"you shoud watch where your going, hate to knock such a small thing like you over"

You were not small but his words made you feel tiny, bowing your head and trying to move around him. You were actually happy to see Taehyung, sitting in the back seat with his legs over the desk, twirling the pen between his fingers expertly. smile wide on his cheeks as you approach him. He pats the seat next to him on the joined desk.

This wasnt going to be good but its better then the suffocating tension of being near his friends, not totally getting away unscathed when you notice Namjoon and Hoseok, his other friends sitting infront of you at their joined desk, the sight of Hoseok giving you chills. you never liked him despite his smiling complexion, a gut feeling to make sure to stay away.

you take your seat next to Taehyung, a little bit of weight lifted from your shoulders just glad to be away.

"the weather is pretty nice today isnt it"

You turn your head to him, confused at the friendly conversation starter. His fingers drumming over the worn out wood of the desk, graffitied with all sorts of pen markings. you missed your clean desk up near the front.

"um, yea its nice"

He smiles at you, the unfamiliar warm smile he sends you making you feel weird, an off feeling wrenching your gut but it was nice, the little pull of his lips calming you to relax into your seat.

He continues to drum his fingers into the desk, your legs bouncing in nerves to the beat, Mr Kim pushing his glasses up his nose when pulls out a marker, underlining the incestuous acts of Greek mythology, explaining how Zeus Took His Daughter Persephone's Virginity, he described the acts as if it was poetry and you tense as Seokjin tells the story, his eyes seeming to keep landing on you in the back as he recites some lititure on the subject, your legs bouncing up and down.

Tahehyungs voice in your ear and hand closing over your knee makes you jump.

"your so tense baby, is this turning you on?"

His hand moves up your thigh, a condescending coo in his voice when you shake your head, begging him not to do anything. "your sweating baby, here lets take these off, it will feel better"

You feel Taehyungs fingers pull down your underwear slowly, his fingers trailing down your legs and ignoring your begging for him not, without them you would leak everywhere.

"Taehyung please"

He collects the fabric in his hands, shoving the wet underwear in his pocket before reaching back to his goal, spreading your legs open under the desk and lifting your skirt until he could see your red swollen clit, pulsating with a need to be touched "wow your dripping into the chair, does it feel good inside you"

Seokjins voice booms across the room.

"ok everyone if you could please hand in your assignments to me now, no groaning or excuses today because I sent out a email last night to all of you reminding you, if you didn't complete it then you will have detention"

your face pales, completely forgetting the assignment, having to deal with Taehyung making your life hell and Seokjin distracting you last night, you couldn't get it done.

Taehyung pulls one of your legs into his lap, pulling your legs apart even further making you clench around the toy to keep it in. the toy starts to vibrate inside you on the smallest setting, Taehyung reaching his finger down to play with your entrance

"Taehyung please, not here"

"I own you and this cunt now you understand and it seems your little audience likes it aswell"

you face the front of the class, locking eyes with Namjoon and Hoseok as their eyes watch Taehyung finger you, all the warming lube leaking onto the chair. your try to desperately close your legs, embarrassment and fear but Taehyung keeps you open for their eyes.

"I might just change my mind, I wouldn't mind whoring you out to my friends "

The bell silences your whine, your brain foggy and stunned as you lean your head against the desk

"Y/n, Taehyung please stay where you are, ill be right back you both have detention"

notes: yes they will both fuck her in part 2 and maybe a ot5 (taehyungs friends) gangbang

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