#//CUTELY TRIGGERS MY MEDICAL CONDITIONS TO GET HIS ATTENTION

[nyashykyunnie]

POV: You can't tell my type and it's definitely not tall dark and handsome men who are filthy rich with the sluttiest waists known to mankind ever

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑻𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒐 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, encouraging, justifying, supporting nor romanticizing Yandere behavior. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Mentions of yandere behavior, violence and disturbing scenarios are contained in this post. Read at your own discretion and responsibility.

❧𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐

Hongjoong knew what you were up to, he had eyes everywhere, in the form of cameras, which you weren't aware of. He wasn't scared though. He knew you inside and out, so he knew you would never be able to bring yourself to actually go through with it. Having always been a pushover and complacent person, you'd never harm anyone. And he's also made sure to train you well enough to not try any stunts.

That's why while you two were eating dinner, he watched you out of the corner of his eye while he lifted the poisoned drink to his mouth.

"Wait! Hongjoong don't drink that!" You blurted out.

You quickly got up and tried to snatch the glass cup away from him, but he held it away from you.

"Oh? Why not my dear?" He peered down at you .

Shame took over you as you slumped back in your chair, tears forming in your eyes. How were you to explain to him that you just tried to kill him?

Hongjoong leaned down, his arms resting on the table as his eyes pierced into yours.

"I asked a question and I expect you to answer me."

He gripped your chin and forced you to look at him when you kept your gaze down.

"And when I'm talking to you, I want you to look at me....."

Chuckling darkly, he added:

"Don't make me take you to my room for a little more training."

❧𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊

You were so damn tired of it all. You were exhausted mentally, emotionally, physically and psychologically from Seonghwa's manipulation and abuse that stemmed from his possessive and controlling behavior. At any point you were going to snap and either kill him or yourself.

You chose the first option. You thought you were pretty discreet in obtaining and hiding the poison vial. You only succeeded in the first one.

"Y/N what do you have there?"

Seonghwa's voice startled you. You rapidly tried to hide the vial in your hoodie, but being stronger than you, Seonghwa wrestled it out of your hands. When he realized what you were planning to do, his head snapped at you, cold menacing eyes staring at you. You were fucked.

"You ungrateful little bitch!"

You fell to floor, barely avoiding the glass hitting you when Seonghwa threw it to the wall next to you. You cried out in pain when he pulled you up by your hair, shaking you roughly as he began exclaiming:

"You're lucky I even chose to look at your pathetic and low life self. Without me, you'd be nothing! And this is how you fucking repay me?!"

He shoved you against the wall, where you then collapsed from how badly your right side was aching from the pain of colliding with the concrete material.

"You have 10 minutes to clean up this mess." He ordered before leaving the room.

You looked down at the broken shards of glass. Picking one up, you held it close to your wrist..

Maybe you should have picked the 2nd option...

❧𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘

Yunho couldn't understand why you would try to do this. He loved and worshipped you, and he thought that things are going fine for a while. And then he found the poison hidden in your things. He was completely heartbroken, but he couldn't let you know that. Instead, he had to think of a plan. Even if it was drastic.

He let you be all lovey dovey towards him the night you planned everything, feigning he didn't know. He willingly accepted the drink you gave him, knowing fully well it had poison. He saw you looking at him intently and he sent a chill down your spine when he said:

"Don't be so surprised. It'll take longer to have an effect on me......than on you."

He turned his head and looked at your shocked expression.

"Yes Y/N. I put some poison on your drink as well. I knew it all along."

You went pale as his words sinked in. You quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. You began hitting your hitting stomach on the edge of the sink, sticking 2 fingers in your mouth, anything to trigger your gag reflex and hopefully puke out the poison. You began hyperventilating when nothing was working and you realized you might die.

You were about to collapse on the floor but Yunho caught you and whispered:

"You got two choices right now Y/N: we either call an ambulance while there's still time.....

Or we die together. Either way you're not leaving me and I'm not letting you get away."

❧𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐

Yeosang swirled the contents of his drink, eyeing it suspiciously. You could never fool him. He knew the poison better than you did. It was the exact same poison he used to kill off your last lover. Raising an eyebrow he looked at you before saying:

"Baby why don't you take a sip of my drink?"

You dropped your fork and you looked at him with wide eyes. Yeosang smirked when he realized it was indeed you.

"Uh....no thanks." You replied, hoping he wouldn't insist.

"But I'm telling you to."

He got up and slid the drink in front of you.

"So drink it."

Your shaking hand took the glass, spilling some of the liquid from the trembling you had. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"I can't..... I'm sorry..."

"Why are you apologizing?" Yeosang interrogated you, his voice cool and collected.

You broke down and confessed to everything, how you tried to poison him, even though Yeosang already had it figured out. He made you stand up and held you close as you cried your eyes out. Once he felt you calm down a little, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears before landing a harsh slap across your cheek, stunning you, but you should have expected it.

Yeosang was even scarier when he was calm, because you never knew what he was going to do.

"Don't ever try that again." Was his only warning before he patted the bright red spot on your face.

It was definitely going to leave a bruise.

❧𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚗

You tried and tried to pull out of your restraints, even though you knew you had zero chances of breaking free. San always made sure your bonds were tight and secure.

"Look."

You heard him say but you didn't want to look. You gasped when he clenched your jaw with his hand and forced you to look up.

"I said look!" He growled as he held your face up.

You sobbed even harder when you looked into your friend's terrified eyes. You wished it were you instead, you deserved it, not them. You were the one stupid enough to try and poison San. So why must your lifelong friend suffer the consequences?

"I say give it a few more seconds before the poison starts taking effect. I'm actually curious, what exactly were you planning to happen to me?"

It all started and ended so quickly. The image of your friend's body convulsing on the floor, their blood shot red eyes, their gagged breathing followed by the foaming of the mouth....... until their lifeless body layed on the floor, a trickle of blood pouring out from their mouth.

San cringed, as if he were staring at nothing more than a bug.

"What an awful way to die."

Turning his attention back to you, he added:

"Maybe that'll teach you to not get any ideas in your stupid little head."

❧𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒

You woke up and made your way into the kitchen, fixing yourself some breakfast. It was awfully quiet. You shrugged and put your plate on the table. Looking at the time, you noticed it was an odd hour for your parents not to be up.

"I'm supposed to be the one sleeping in." You joked more to yourself.

You opened the door and went to your parents bed, trying to wake up your mom. Lifting the covers up, you let out a piercing scream when your mom's pale and lifeless face stared back at you, your father in the same condition. Scrambling to get up, you ran to the telephone to call 911, but the line was dead.

"Oh my god!" You cried out as you went back to your room to get your phone.

You opened the door and froze when an all too familiar face greeted you.

"Hi baby cakes." Mingi's deep voice said.

"You?! What are you--- it can't be! You're supposed to be dead!" You exclaimed.

1 year ago, you managed to escape your psychotic boyfriend's clutches, by poisoning him. So why was he here? It had to be a nightmare and you wanted to wake up.

"Supposed to, but I'm not. As you can see, I survived."

When he came near you, you ran away, but Mingi being faster caught up to you really quick. You struggled to get out of his grasp, but he managed to press a cloth on your nose and mouth. In less than 2 minutes, you succumbed to the effects of the gas and fell unconscious on him.

"How cute darling. I missed having you in my arms." He smirked as he picked you up to take you away with him.

❧𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

Wooyoung sighed as he stepped over your writhing body. Calmly, he dialed a number.

"911, what's your emergency?" The woman asked.

"I need help! My s/o tried to poison themselves!" He cried out, making himself spill out tears in mere seconds, completely fooling the operator.

Once he hung up though, the tears were gone and his usual cold expression was plastered on again. You tried to gasp for air, your eyesight going black, the last thing you saw was Wooyoung's deadly gaze.

He was also the first thing you saw when you woke up in a hospital bed. Wooyoung played the part of a doting and concerned boyfriend really well, all the medical staff never doubting the veracity of his statements. You on the other hand knew it was all a lie. And he showed his true colors to you while you were alone.

"Tsk tsk. Seriously Y/N, if you're going to try and do something as stupid as trying to poison me, do a better job."

He scoffed at you. It wasn't your fault though. How were you supposed to know he switched glasses with you when you turned away for a second?

He walked up to you and loomed over your fragile figure.

"Don't you dare say anything to anyone, got it? And when we get back home, there'll be hell to pay for your little stunt."

As if going through a near death experience wasn't bad enough, now you were wishing Wooyoung had just let you die instead of just scaring the life out of you....almost.

❧𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘

Jongho was furious, livid with you. He couldn't believe what you were planning to do. Not wasting a minute, he stormed into the living room where you currently were. He flung the poison vial on the couch, where you recognized it and knew you were now screwed.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.

You couldn't speak, you couldn't even look at him. You were afraid of him.

"You're seriously trying to get rid of me? When all I've ever done is protect you? Take care of you? When all I've ever done is love you?!"

You flinched when he flipped the coffee table with one hand, sending it flying feet away, breaking once it crashed on the floor.

Jongho grabbed you by your arms and started shaking you.

"Get it straight through your head Y/N: no one will care, love or protect you like me! No one but I gives a damn about you! No one is even looking for you! So why are you trying to get rid of me?"

You let out a yelp of pain when he clutched you too harshly, making him stop immediately. Like flipping a switch, he hugged you and caressed your hair.

"You can't go out there in the world again. You just can't. They'll hurt you and I can't have that.....you need me... I'm your protector and you must stay with me..."

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[cyberrat]

48th Batch of Fics: 1st Fill

Reaper/Soldier76/allkindsofdudes – Milky AU – Part 17 – flashback chapter; trigger word; fantasy medicine; fantasy medical equipment; bit of size kink – Jack and Siebren put Gabriel into the right mindset and put him into position for his big day.

Reminder: There is a link to a google sheets file right on the top of my tumblr page! Please use it to easily find any of my fics/find the different parts of series!

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“You are a beautiful cow,” Siebren murmurs gently. His pale blue eyes with the charming crow’s feet all around them are fixed solely on Gabriel. This complete focus of attention is almost making Jack a bit jealous as he stands off to the side to watch the both of them.

Gabriel’s face visibly slackens a bit, his tail swishing behind him. Siebren nods, his large hands framing Gabriel’s face, not letting him pull a way for even a moment. “Yes, you are a beautiful cow. And quite talented too, I might add. You are impossibly promising, Gabriel.”

His thumbs rub against Gabriel’s cheekbones, but the cow starts to become more restless by the moment. The more Siebren uses the universal trigger word they train all their cows into, the more Gabriel slides right down into that headspace.

That I am just a needy little cow headspace. His mouth opens, the ring pierced through his septum glinting in the light of the large inspection room. Usually they used it for training sessions of multiple patients.

Today, it has been booked for just one very special cow.

“Has it been difficult to convince them?” Siebren asks without taking his eyes off of Gabriel. That he is talking to Jack is quite clear, though.

Jack leans back against one of the examination tables. His loose white slacks are already tenting obscenely with an erection that he doesn’t even try to hide. Gabriel keeps rolling his eyes, trying to catch glimpses of it.

“Uh… no, not really.” He drags his hand across his face, trying to make himself focus more on the conversation and less on how Gabriel keeps curling his tail coquettishly to the side like a damn cat to show off his butter soft hole. “I mean… it wasn’t exactly easy either, but definitely not difficult. He would’ve been off to the farms in like… a month or two anyway. Breeding him up now won’t make much of a difference. He won’t get the calfs here.”

His brain keeps getting hung up on the thought of breeding Gabriel. He really is going to do it. He is officially going to do it. He signed papers and everything. They even put out a sign reading ‘breeding in progress’. He would be worried that nobody would show up to help out… but honestly, he knows that Gabriel has a lot of fans among the staff. Soon enough they would start filing in to get a piece of their best cow yet.

Looking at Siebren, though, one would assume that Gabriel is nothing but a cute kitten. He keeps crooning at him and just rubbing his face and his head, massaging the tender skin where his horns protrude out of his forehead.

Siebren is everybody’s grandpa… and it shows. Gabriel has this weird look on his face like he can’t decide whether to snuggle up or nose for the old man’s cock. (Though honestly… Siebren is not that old. He just gives off these vibes-)

“I have prepared everything last night,” Siebren continues without loosing his stride in rubbing his fingertips into Gabriel’s skin to keep him nice and relaxed. “I have to admit, I have never heard of this condition before. But I am glad that you have gotten to the bottom of it all. I have been extremely worried about him… he seemed so exhausted.”

Jack is cynical enough to have not really believed the sentiment of anybody else, but with Siebren it just seems very genuine. The guy really just wants the cows to be happy and healthy.

Jack smiles a little.

“Yeah. I’m glad we found out. We definitely have to do more research into the whole hormone therapy to adjust it better…”

He trails off as Siebren, without missing a beat, slips two long fingers into Gabriel’s mouth, dragging them against his tongue and undoubtedly pushing them way past his uvula.

Gabriel doesn’t even flinch.

It’s not only Jack’s accomplishment of course; all the staff work on trying to rid the cows of their gag reflexes – but he can’t help feel proud of Gabriel nonetheless.

“Yes. But I think it would be more prudent to become more sensitized toward the uniqueness of all our charges,” Siebren says after a beat of silence. His voice has been pitched lower as if whispering as he stares at Gabriel and his reactions, his fingers slowly fucking the cow’s throat. It doesn’t go past Jack that with every inward thrust, Gabriel’s nipples start to pearl white as if the milk is being pressed out of him like that.

Jack quietly watches, his cock slowly flexing every now and then and the tip prominently displayed as it starts to wet through the fabric near his hipbone.

Siebren might be a bit kooky every now and then, but he certainly knows his stuff. He should maybe take his time to just stand back and watch him work every now and then.

“Very well. I think he is ready to start the procedure – and so are we. I am sure there will be volunteers streaming in sooner rather than later, so you should use the opportunity to be the first as long as it is possible. I think Gabriel would quite enjoy that.”

As Siebren talks, he gently pulls his spit slick fingers out of Gabriel’s mouth and wipes them without a second thought against the cow’s cheek and goatee. Gabriel does not seem to mind at all. If anything, he shuffles his knees apart a little wider, back arching down in a classic presenting position that has Jack’s cock throbbing.

He aches for the chance to be the first to sink into Gabriel’s creamy heat and put his load in as far as possible in hopes of being the first to knock him up.

God, he really wants to knock him up. The thought has his ears grow hot. They must be glowing; something that Gabriel undoubtedly would have made fun of him for if he weren’t so deep down in his mindset.

Siebren moves toward the station he has build for himself, waving for Jack to hurry up and help him. As anybody in the facility, he is not phased by the erection swinging ludicrously in Jack’s thin medical garb. Gabriel looks a little lost standing there until Jack hooks his fingers into the wide collar he is wearing and gently guides him toward the rest of the apparatus.

He wonders if Gabriel will decide for the bell of his farm once he has been sorted to one. He would really like listening to it chime while Gabriel got fucked…

“Alright. If you would please slide the sensor in before we start- yes, perfect.”

Jack has looked around and spotted the phallus-shaped metal rod lying on the side, grabbing it and lifting Gabriel’s tail with one hand to expose his swollen, puffy rim to the room, then slides the sensor into him without a hitch.

Gabriel moos long and throaty, angling back as if for a fucking. What a perfect slut.

“Just a moment longer, Gabe… There. A bit further back- yes, that’s it. Just stand there. Good cow.”

He uses the trigger word to get him to slide a bit deeper into his mindspace again. It almost has Gabriel drooling as he stands there, his tail curled up and to the side to show off the metal handle still jutting out of his hole, the rest of the sensor lodged deep in his guts so Siebren can start taking his readings while Jack straps him into the place.

Finally they could begin.

[mackenziebrooks]

Sunshine

Summary: Bakugou has a rough day at work and it triggers his past events. So he needs the help of his fiancee Koi to make his nightmares disappear.

Pairing: Bakugou x Oc Koi

Warnings: cute, angst, cussing, fluff, sad, crying, hurt/comfort, injuries, heartfelt confessions, dark content, mentions of Bakugou’s dark times, villain attack effects, mentions the word demon, Bakugou’s PTSD, panic attack, anxiety, tears, Bakugou punches the wall,

Word count: 2254

A/N: This something completely different...well sorts of. It’s still a fic of Bakugou, but this time it involves my Oc Koi. (I’ll eventually add my OC’s to my master list). I thought about this idea last night and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to write it down. So here it is! Hope you enjoy it.

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There were days where Bakugou just didn’t feel he was doing his best as the number two pro-hero. Deku was on top like he wanted to be. Bakugou didn’t care much..well he was still pissed about it, but he would get over it. Deku and he have somewhat mended their friendship since graduating from high school.

Some days were good and some days were just absolutely deadly. Like today. Bakugou had just got back from a serious villain attack that left a couple of civilians in critical condition. All he could think about was all of the warm red liquid splattered all over the gray concrete sidewalk. The screams of agony from the civilians. Still lingering around in his head as he made his way into his office.

The demons in his head were wanting to come out and play. Bakugou had to be strong and pushed them aside for the moment. He didn't need them to make an appearance.

He was only twenty-three, having his agency and being in the top rankings of heroes. Beating the likes of Shouto, Kirishima, and Denki. Overall he was pretty fine at where he was. Bakugou just slipped his mask off and checked his phone. Seeing where Koi had texted him. Bakugou replied to her of course. Just as someone walked in the door.

Bakugou looked up and saw Deku walking in. Bakugou clenched his teeth together and said “What the hell now nerd?”, looking up at his green-eyed friend. Deku groaned and replied, “You know you can stop calling me nerd now right?” Bakugou huffed and rolled his eyes.

Bakugou said, “No. I can’t call you nerd when Koi is around. Since she is not here, I can call you nerd all I want to”. Deku wanted to argue back but he let it slide. Because he knew Bakugou was right. It was the deal that was made.

Bakugou, Deku, and Koi all grew up together as kids. Sure things changed but the three of them found their way back to being friends. Even if Bakugou and Koi ended up getting into a relationship. It still didn't change anything between them. It gave Bakugou another reason to keep Koi safe and out of trouble.

Deku said “I just came by to check on you. I know that situation was brutal and can have an effect on people”, sitting down in the chair. Bakugou’s hand started to spark, wanting to just blast the hell out of Deku. Yet, he didn’t do it. The spark’s light died down. Bakugou said, “ Yeah I am fine for right now. I don’t see how it could affect me. Do not even bring that shit up back when we were teenagers either”.

All Deku did was just nod his head. He knew what Bakugou meant and he wasn't going to bring it up. Those incidents were dark times in each of Bakugou, Deku, and Koi’s life. Koi may not have experienced one of those incidents, but it was still painful to her.

Bakugou said, “Might as well call it a day and go home don’t you think Deku?” Deku smiled softly and replied, “Yeah I think it’s a good idea Kaachan”. Bakugou smiled and got out of his chair walking towards the door of his office. Deku followed along behind him. Before they made it out of the door, Bakugou said “Deku...thanks for checking in on me”. Deku replied, “Always have to check on my best friend”.

Bakugou smiled and held his fist out. Deku happily followed the gesture and they fist-bumped one another. They probably would have hugged each other but not when a whole bunch of people was around.

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Koi however was home finishing up making dinner for Bakugou and her. Koi was on leave from Bakugou’s agency. She sustained some injuries on the last patrol that she was on. She ended up getting a few bruised ribs, her wrist popped out of place, and a concussion. Not to mention a busted lip. Bakugou strictly told her that she was on medical leave. To not return to work till she was healed. Isn't it wonderful being engaged to a pro-hero and working at the same office?

That was a few weeks ago, but Koi still took a week off to make sure she was completely healed up. Bakugou doesn't blame her one bit for double-checking. More worried that she was pregnant instead. Nope, not yet at least.

Koi ended up turning on the television while dinner was getting finished. The channel ends up being an update on a villain attack. The reporter mentioned “Ground Zero and Deku”. Koi admittedly turned her attention to the screen. Watching the cameras scan around the area. Koi catching glimpses of the individuals that were hurt. Hoping that they were okay. She was more hoping that Bakugou and Deku were okay. More of Bakugou though.

As the station ended the segment, Koi grabbed her phone and texted Bakugou. She knew he wouldn't see it till he got back to the office, but she didn’t anyways. Koi texted him “Kats are you okay? Tell me Freckles is okay also?” She put the phone back in her pocket and waited for the reply back.

It didn’t take long and her phone went off. Koi pulled it out and saw where Bakugou had replied to her. His text said, “Yes I am okay baby girl. Deku is okay too. I'll be home soon. I love you”. Koi smiled softly and felt better knowing that he was okay. Yet, part of her didn’t think that he was fully okay. She would just have to wait till he got home.

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It wasn’t long and Koi heard Bakugou’s vehicle pull into the driveway. Just in time to because dinner had just finished. Bakugou walked through the door and looked up at her. Bakugou smiled softly and shut the door behind him. He hung his keys up on the keyring and then walked over to her.

Bakugou pressed his lips on her forehead and said “Home Koi fish”. Koi responded “Glad that you are home and safe babe”. Bakugou nodded and he sat down at the table. He would take a shower after dinner. He still had his hero gear on minus the mask, gauntlets, and gloves. Bakugou knew he smelt like smoke and sweat but spending time with Koi was more important.

Koi placed the plate in front of Bakugou and sat down across from him. Koi asked, “How bad was it, babe?”. Bakugou took a deep breath and said “It was horrible love. Some of the civilians are in critical condition. Deku and I tried our best to get there quickly but we didn’t. Overall we got the villain arrested and everything cleared up”. Bakugou took a long drink of his water and went back to munching on his food.

Koi didn’t bother asking him more about the situation. She was just glad that he was home. That he was getting some nutrients into his body system. Bakugou had finished his plate and picked it up to place it in the sink. Bakugou said, “I am going to go and take a shower. I know you are probably hating the way I smell right now”. Koi chuckled and spoke “Yes you do stink but it’s okay babe. It’s part of the job”. Bakugou rolled his eyes and kissed the top of her head before he walked towards the bathroom.

Koi finished up her plate and followed the steps Bakugou did. She put her plate in the sink, along with their drinking glasses. She would do the dishes tomorrow or Bakugou could since he was off. They would have to do rock, paper, and scissors to see who would do them.

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However, Bakugou had made it to the bathroom and stripped off his hero suit. He tossed it in the hamper and turned on the water. He waited for it to get to his preferred temperature and he stepped inside. Letting the water run the dirt, blood, and the soot off of his body. Bakugou groaned feeling the slight pain that the water made from his fresh cut wounds. It didn’t matter though, he is always used to getting wounds. From work or Koi.

Bakugou grabbed his shampoo and began to scrub bubbles into his dirty blonde hair. He scrubbed the best he could and he let the water rinse the bubbles away. As he was getting ready to grab his body wash, the events of today played in his head. Then those events lead to more horrible scenes. Scenes of the ones he loves and cares about the most in critical condition.

People like Koi, Deku, Kirishima, and his parents. Bakugou ran his hands through his hair, wanting those images to be gone. The deeper they became, the more he couldn’t control himself. The demon in his head even brought his sludge monster incident and him getting kidnapped. “Fucking stop!”, Bakugou screamed. His mind was screaming for his demons to stop it. Bakugou slammed his fist into the shower wall but not enough to break it or his hand.

Bakugou even had tears that were desperately wanting to spill out. The demon was satisfied enough and left Bakugou alone. Bakugou leaned his back against the shower wall, to catch his breath. To calm himself down. “It’s okay Katsuki. It’s okay”, Bakugou would say to himself. Bakugou took a couple of deep breaths and grabbed the body wash. He was going to finish his shower and then go to sleep.

He turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel. Bakugou dried himself off, slipped his boxers and his shorts on. He put the towel in the hamper and headed towards the bedroom. Where he looked up and saw Koi already laying in bed. Reading a book.

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Koi’s eyes met with Bakugou’s. Koi could tell that something was bothering him. She asked, “Are you okay Katsuki?” Bakugou wanted to just say “Yes”, but he couldn't'. He couldn’t lie to the ones he loves the most in this world.

Bakugou stayed quiet but he shook his head no. Giving her the answer that she needed. Koi put her book down and patted his spot in the bed. Bakugou slowly walked over towards her and climbed into bed. He slipped underneath the covers and cuddled up to her. Bakugou placed his head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her.

Koi spoke “What the matter baby?”, placing her hand on his damped hair. It took a minute for Bakugou to find the right words to say. He said, “The event today...it..it”. He couldn't finish his words. Bakugou’s eyes let his tears finally pour out of his eyes. Letting them hit Koi’s t-shirt. Koi ran her fingers through his hair.

She said, “Did it trigger your demon and he started to play out events from the past?” Bakugou nodded his head against her chest. He said “Yes. It played out those incidents and it also started to create worse scenarios. Those civilians being ones that I care about. Like Shitty hair, Deku, and you babe. I..I”.

Bakugou continued to let his tears stream down his face. Koi continued to stroke his hair and softly spoke “It’s okay babe. Take a few deep breaths and take it easy. It’s all going to be okay”. Bakugou took his deep breaths and listened to Koi’s soft voice. He needed to just take it easy and try to get some sleep. Bakugou asked “Can you sing that song for me please?”, Koi smiled softly and said, “Of course baby”.

Koi softly started to sing “You Are My Sunshine”, to her fiance. Koi’s soothing voice helped Bakugou calm down a bit. His grip around her body tightened up, not wanting to let her go. Bakugou knows he feels safe when he is in her arms like this. Where he knows that her love for him will keep him calm.

Bakugou soon started to close his eyes to the last part of the song. Koi’s words and the smooth strokes of her fingers through his hair, made him relax. Bakugou knows that his friends know how strong he has to be every day. Bakugou also knows that Koi is the only one who could understand the pain he goes through. The only one who can help his pain go away.

Before Bakuogu drifted off to sleep, he said “I love you so much angel”, after his words he started to snore. Koi turned the side lamp off and said “I love you to Sunshine. I am going to be here when you wake up”, gently kissing the top of Bakugou’s head.

[soheila-1996]

My story- part two

Hi! Thank you all so much for all the lovely comments and support I got on the first part! It made me wanna write a second! 

My little disclaimer: 

I have epilepsy. This details my seizures, I can’t speak for everyone, everyone’s seizures/ experiences are different. This is graphic. Seizures are messy. They aren’t fun and it felt wrong to make it out to be cute when they really aren’t.   Pretty much all the things that happen in the plot have happened to me. Well, I’m not married to a king or live in a palace so…there’s that but everything else is accurate.  There may be some jokes about it here because I do joke about it sometimes. It makes me more comfortable and I find it helps relax everyone around me. I’m also writing about it because there really aren’t that many fics written about it and I think it’s important to shine light on it.

Any feedback would be really appreciated! :)

Tagging people who shared the first part. You don’t have to read it! I just thought you might want to see what happens: @kacie-0156, @texaskitten30, @cordonianroyalty, @kingliam2019, @bebepac, @kingliam-rys, @cordonia-gothqueen, @kimmiedoo5, @bbrandy2002, @loveellamae, @bobasheebaby

This is also part of wacky drabbles hosted by @emceesynonymroll. The prompt this week is: #38: Please don’t leave. 

Paring: Liam and Riley

Warnings:  Blood, hospital setting. 

Word count: 5261 

(Riley’s POV) 

I woke up the next morning sore. Everywhere was achy. My tongue felt like it had been speared, I hadn't really noticed it the night before. I was so tired and still a little ‘seizure drunk’ that I hadn't realised. 

I’m in my bed but I can’t remember coming to bed the night before. The last thing I remember is coming back to the apartment and explaining to everyone about my epilepsy then we decided to put a movie on- I must have fallen asleep and Liam probably had carried me to bed.

I really don’t deserve him.

I turned over to be met with empty cold sheets. His side of the bed was unmade so he had slept here but he was nowhere in sight. He was probably still mad. I don’t blame him. I'd be a little pissed had I just found out he had a serious medical condition that he never told me about. 

I hate talking about it. I don't understand why though. It’s not something I can control or should be ashamed of but in a way I am. I’ve always longed to be normal and before last night everyone thought that I was and I, if i'm being honest, loved it. I revelled in being like everyone else for once. 

I turned back onto my  back, throwing my head back against the pillow as I let out a drawn out sigh. I feel like I’ve messed everything up. It’s like I’m back when I messed everything up with Tom, my ex, he found out about my epilepsy and left. I had a seizure in front of Ben, another ex, my high school crush, and like Tom, he left after saying some pretty disgusting things to me. I know that my seizures aren't pretty, I know they're scary but I have no control over them. If I had it my way I wouldn't have them. 

Jacob- my last boyfriend before Liam, he wasnt as ignorant as the last two. He tried to be there for me like a normal boyfriend but he just couldn't seem to let it go. He was constantly on edge that I'd have a fit. Eventually, it got too much for the both of us and so our relationship came to an end. Now, I’m scared of what’s going to happen with Liam. I don't want to lose him. I love him more than I've ever loved anyone. 

I’m just hoping we can find a way to move forward. Together. 

A few minutes went by before I decided to throw the comforter off of me and get out of the bed. I winced slightly as I stood. I had forgotten how much my muscles always ache after a seizure. It’s horrible. All of it is horrible. 

I opened the bedroom door after taking down my robe off the back then padded toward the kitchen. I lingered outside of the half-closed door when I heard Liam’s voice coming from inside.

“...That’s not the point Drake. The point is what if she had a seizure and no one was there or knew about it? What if she does have one and she’s alone? What if her stubborn nature comes out and she doesn't tell anyone when she’s not feeling well?”

I felt my heart sink down into my stomach. Liam is stressed anyway and I've just added to it.  I feel terrible, physically and mentally. He doesn't need to constantly worry about me. I don’t want him to constantly worry about me, he’s my husband not my carer. 

I needed to face the music so to speak so I pushed the door fully open. The squeaking of the door opening got both men's attention. It wasn’t until I was fully in the room I realised, Hana and Maxwell were also here too. 

Everyone looked at me expectantly, “Liam, all I can do is tell you that I’ll be honest. I’ll tell someone when I'm not feeling well. I know you have no reason to trust me after the stunt I pulled last night but...I’m still the same person I was before last night. Please, please don’t treat me differently,” I’m pleading with him and my friends now although I know I don't really have a right to ask for anything not after all the chaos I’ve caused. 

Liam and I briefly locked eyes. Liam sighed and opened his arms. “Come here.” 

I didn't hesitate to walk into his embrace. I clung tightly to him. I’m scared and he’s the only thing that ever makes me feel safe. Like everything will be okay. 

I felt him wrap his arms around me tighter and place a kiss on the top of my head. “You really scared me last night, Ri,” Liam told me quietly, “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He pecked my head again as he let me go and stepped back.I looked up to him and gave him a reassuring smile. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m okay,” I nodded, he raised an eyebrow at me. “I’m a bit sore but that’s normal.” Liam nodded. I understood his concerns about me not telling him about how I'm really feeling. I just have always found it difficult to be honest about it. 

A few moments of awkward silence went by. No one knows what to say, I don’t know what to say or how we go from here. There’s no guide on what to do when your wife of two years drops an epilepsy bombshell. 

Drake finally broke the silence, “His Majesty over here was just bragging about how, he, in his own words ‘make the best pancakes.’ We were just about to put that to the test, weren’t we Li? Before Brooks interrupted.” 

I saw Liam’s eyebrows crease as he looked to his oldest friend. Drake shot him a look enough to tell him to just go along with it. 

Liam smiled, it was his fake, forced one. I could always tell, his real one always showed his pearly white teeth and reached his eyes. This one his lips were in a tight line and his eyes didn't twinkle. 

“Yeah,” he nodded. 

I, of course, knew it was a cover but I was thankful for Drake’s distraction. Drake and I sat down on one side of the table and Maxwell and Hana on the other as Liam got started on mixing together the ingredients. 

A little while later, we all had our  own plates full with pancakes. We all dug in silently. It was awkward, not a comfortable silence at all. 

I placed my fork down just as everyone else was just finishing there’s. I hadn’t  finished all of mine, when I chewed the cut on the side of my tongue brushed painfully up against my teeth.

“Guys…,” I started but was promptly cut off by Maxwell. I could tell last night that  he was hurt I didn’t  tell him. 

“Just promise us that you’ll tell us when you’re not feeling well next time, Little Blossom.” 

“That and take your medication,” I heard Drake mumble from beside me. 

“Okay,” I nodded, ignoring Drake’s snarky comment.  “I’ll tell one of you.” 

“Promise?” Maxwell asked me. 

“I promise.” 

Maxwell held out his pinky. I promptly wrapped my own little finger around his from across the table. “You can’t break a pinky promise,” Maxwell reiterated.

“I know, Max,” I sighed as I let go of him and placed both my hands back down into my lap. 

“We’re all just worried about you,” Hana spoke up. I nodded in understanding. Here comes the pity party. “But we can get through anything together.” 

We all stayed there for a little while, each of them reiterating how much they loved and supported me. They were honestly the best group of friends I could ever have asked for. They loved me no matter what and I loved them too. 

Later that day, I discovered the surprise Liam had in store was a trip to go to our honeymoon island in a couple weeks time. Our diaries were both packed and that was the only time we could make the trip.  Leo and Katie also had headed back to the States that evening. 

They had  all checked in now and again but not too annoyingly. It had been a bit overboard over the first couple of days but their overprotectiveness was easing off a bit. Thankfully. 

I still was having trouble sleeping and not getting enough so I started sometimes having a nap during the day when I had the time to do so. Liam had taken on some of my responsibilities, I hadn't been pleased about that but I needed to sort my sleep out and he was aware that a lack of sleep and stress was a massive trigger for me. 

Everything had changed that night but nothing really changed- if that makes sense? For two years my condition had been my dirty little secret and now it was finally out in the open, I was hardly going to go shouting it from any rooftops anytime soon but I felt much closer to everyone. I hadn't realised how much I had been distancing  myself.  

Liam had taken it better than I had expected. He, of course, was worried but he didn't overwhelm me with it. He  asked me questions about it as well as doing research on my type of seizures to try and understand as much as he could. He wasn't like Jacob, he could at times be overbearing with his desire to know everything about my condition. 

If I was honest all of my friends had been phenomenal. It was only our tight knit group that knew about it still. I didn't feel a need to announce it to an entire country and so I didn’t. 

All in all, I felt better than I had for a long, long time. 

I still should have told everyone about it at the beginning but my fear that they’d see me differently, that they’d treat me differently had gotten in the way but they had all proven me wrong time and time again. 

It was the day of The Five Kingdoms festival, It had originally meant to have been a few weeks ago but the weather had been appalling so it was rearranged for a day with much nicer, inviting weather. It's the only day of the year that the palace is open to the Cordonian Public so naturally we wanted as many of our citizens as possible to attend. 

Liam and I  had been gallivanting  around the palace grounds, playing games and talking with our people. It was the normalcy that I had always wanted, with a husband who didn't treat me like I’m made of glass. 

A little while later, I slipped back inside the palace and headed to the nearest toilet which ended up being in my apartment. I’ve lived here for two years and I still don't know where anything is.  I needed to go and couldn't hold it in any more. I had tried to find one of my friends or husband just to let them know in case they needed me but the crowd was massive so it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack so I headed in on my own. It wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t need a babysitter. 

I had  just done what was needed and was standing by the sink, washing my hands when I felt my stomach roll.

Oh no.

I, initially, ignore it. I had been ignoring feeling sick for a little while, I thought it was just because I haven't eaten much today but then my arms started to go numb and I know what’s coming.  I’m all alone and I know I won't be able to make it to Liam or one of my friends in time. 

“Oh no, no, ” I whispered to myself. I reached into my back pocket in my pants and pulled out my cellphone as I carefully lowered myself down onto the cold, bathroom tiles. 

Still sitting up, I unlocked my phone and looked for Drake’s contact. I know Liam doesn't take his phone with him to royal events. 

I fumbled with the device, my arm doesn't want to cooperate properly. I hit a contact, I just hope it’s the correct one. 

Everything is becoming confusing again. I lie down with the phone beside me. I don’t really remember where I am and why I’m here. 

I heard the phone ringing in the distance and Drake’s gruff voice come through on the other end. “Brooks?” 

I don’t know what to say, I’m not sure what to say so I don’t talk. “Brooks, are you okay?” 

I try to speak but it comes out as a whimper. Why is this happening again?! I took my meds, I followed the rules! 

Drake’s tone changed, “Brooks, talk to me. What’s wrong?” 

It takes more effort than it should but I manage to get out a jumbled sentence, “I dun’t feel good,” my voice is slurred, I’m talking like a child. 

I vaguely hear Drake curse. “Okay...Where are you?” He sounds out of breath to me. 

I looked around me. I’m not sure where I am.  

Am I on the ceiling? 

I don’t understand. 

My head fell to the side, no I'm on the floor, I’m sure.  It’s cold under my back. I still can't figure it out though. 

I can’t think. 

I can’t tell Drake where I am!

“I-I don-” I started, my voice is so slurred I don't think Drake can understand me. “S-scared,” I squeaked. That's all I know right now. I’m scared. 

“I know. It’s going to be okay.” I don’t remember Drake’s voice being so echoey. “Riley, listen to me...you need to tell me where you are.” 

Drake’s not here but I can hear him. How? 

I feel myself beginning to gag and I’m sure Drake hears it too because he’s telling me to roll over onto my side.  That’s hard. My limbs don't want to cooperate but I manage it and the vile stuff easily flows out of my mouth. 

My fear mounts. What’s happening to me?! 

I can’t focus on anything, my eyes are darting around the room. It’s making me more dizzy and disoriented but I need to know where I am. 

“Li-” I’m trying to talk again but my voice is still jumbled. 

“It’s Drake,” he told me. Drake? I don’t understand. It sounds familiar but I can't picture him. 

I- Where am I?

I try to move but I can’t. My limbs feel heavy and I don’t have the strength to lift them anymore. 

I just want this all to stop!

(Drake POV) 

I’m weaving  in and out of the crowd around me, my phone still against my ear. Riley’s scared whimpers coming through from the other end. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. Riley is like my sister and she’s scared, in trouble and I don’t know where she is so I can help her. I need to find Liam and I need to find her but I don’t know where either of them are! 

I know she’s still conscious, she’s mumbling something incoherent. I’m trying my best to reassure her but I don’t think she understands.  

Finally, I found Liam. He’s apple bobbing with someone. I ran over to him, Bastien is standing near him and is the first to notice the panicked look on my face.  I walked past Bas and straight to Liam, I tapped him on the shoulder. He immediately stood back up to his full height turning to face me. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked me, his eyebrow creased with concern. 

“It’s Riley,” I told him. I quickly passed him the phone as we stepped away from the now curious onlookers. “I can’t get her to tell me where she is. I think she's going to have a seizure.” Liam eagerly took the phone out of my hand, putting it immediately to his ear. 

(Liam’s POV) 

Drake had just handed me his phone telling me that my wife was going to have a seizure and nobody knows where she is!

I can hear her scared whimpers coming through  the other end. “Love? Riley, can you hear me?” I asked. Panic is evident  in my tone but I’m really trying to keep myself composed. 

I really am. 

Last time was terrifying but at least that time people were there to help her. I was there to help her. This time nobody is there to help. 

“Riley?” I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I’m sure it's about to come right out of my ribcage if it carries on. 

Drake, Bastien and I are now walking inside the palace. It was only Riley’s voice coming from the other end  so we made the evaluation that she wasn’t outside in the crowd and must be back in the palace somewhere. 

She’s not talking but I can  hear her crying. “Love? Riley, can you talk to me please?” 

“I don–” I heard her stutter. I can hear in her voice that she’s scared and confused. “What is…? I don’t…” She said, trailing off. 

“Riley, it’s okay,” I told her but it’s not. None of this is okay, “You’re just a little bit confused, sweetheart. That’s all.” 

Through her sobs she said, “Li? I don’t feel good.”

“It’s okay, Riley. It’s all going to be alright,” I told her, trying to soothe her. We’re still walking around the palace- well, actually we're running around like mad men but we need to find her. 

So many things are going through my head, so many worst case scenarios. I can barely hear myself think. I just need to find her, if I find her It’ll all be okay. 

“Li, I dun’t feel glood,” She told me again. Her words have become more jumbled  now. She’s speaking to me like a child who's just learning their first words. That’s okay though, I know she’s still awake and I’ve still got time to find her. 

I froze mid-step as I heard her crying stop and then less than a second later,  heard  the sickening sound of her limbs flailing  and hitting the floor below her. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” I whispered to myself.

My eyes widened as my panic mounted. 

I listened closely, hearing for anything that could suggest where she is..then I heard it,  dogs barking in the background. 

She’s in the apartment!

I started running, not giving Drake or Bastien any indication of where I was going or an explanation.

 I was on the other side of the palace! 

I don’t think I've ever ran this fast in my life. I can hear Drake and Bastien behind me, I assume they’re both  aware of what’s happening by now. I can still hear her limbs hitting the floor and the dogs barking in the background. 

I’m really starting to panic. My legs aren't taking me to our apartment fast enough. I need to get to her! Now! 

Another minute, another minute too long and I finally rounded the last corner, it took me slightly off balance as my left foot skidded but I managed to get back on track. 

My lungs feel like they’re screaming for air but I don’t stop. I  can see the door now! 

Finally, I reached it and threw it open. I was greeted by both of the also panicked looking corgis, scratching at my legs. I looked around, she’s not in the living room, kitchen, bedroom. 

I left the bedroom and headed down another little corridor and saw the bathroom door closed. I don't waste any time opening it. 

I opened it hurriedly but cautiously. I don't know where she is and I don’t want to hurt her. Luckily, she’s in the middle of the floor. She’s not seizing anymore, she’s laying flat on her back. Her eyes are slightly open but I don't think she’s awake. 

I don’t waste any time getting down on my knees beside her. I quickly placed Drake’s phone down away from us, there’s a little bit of blood pooling out from the corner of her mouth and I notice the sick on the other side of her. I don’t know how long she’s been laying here like this. The phone had cut off a little while ago. 

I quickly pull her towards me, over onto her side. A little bit of blood flows from her mouth and onto the bathroom floor tiles. 

Something feels really wrong to me. Her breathing isn't right. I placed my hand on her chin and opened her mouth properly. She gags and coughed as more of the blood tinged spit came out.

“It’s alright, Love,” I whisper quietly to her.

(Riley’s POV)

My eyes fluttered open slightly. Whatever I’m laying on is cold beneath me. I can see a figure in front of me only a few inches away  and that’s when I start to panic . 

My vision is disfigured. 

I can’t hear. 

I can’t move. 

I feel something behind me, jumping up on me. I don't know what it is but I don’t want it touching me! 

What is it?! 

Get it off!

I try to squirm away and whatever I was is pulled away from me. I didn’t get far, I’m so tired and my body doesn't want to cooperate with me.  

Why is it so hard to breathe? 

I look around again, there’s something by my face which I soon discover is my own hand. 

What’s happening to me? 

I can feel somebody touching me- that figure in front of me placed a hand on my arm. I try to get away but I’m unable to. 

….Why can’t I breathe properly? 

It feels like I’ve drank some water and it’s gone down the wrong way. I’m coughing and gagging, trying to get rid of this feeling but it’s not going away. Why isn't it going away?!

My mouth hurts, stung by what tastes like vomit. 

My hearing starts to return to me and my vision begins to sharpen. The figure in front of me moves so their face is in my eye line. It’s Liam. 

I still don’t understand what’s happening. All I know is that it’s hard to breathe. Why? 

My ability to think hasn't quite returned to me yet. I don’t remember how I ended up here. 

I’m staring at Liam now as I splutter about, trying to get air to my agitated feeling chest. I think he’s figured out that i can see and hear him now. He slightly titles his head at me, giving me a soft, comforting smile. 

“Hi, love. It’s okay. I’m here now.” 

I gripped at my chest. Good, my arms are working again. “ C’breathe,”  I tried to say. My sentence was rudely interrupted by a choking sensation that i tried to swallow down but that just made me cough more  

I’m still really confused. The last thing I remember is just a sense of dread, pure fear.  

“What’s hap-” My sentence is cut off by another coughing fit. I felt him as he started running his fingers soothingly through my hair. 

“You had a seizure,” he explained to me calmly,” But you’re okay now.” I nodded, it all slowly but surely starting to come back to me.

(Liam’s POV)

It really is breaking my heart to see Riley struggling and I can’t do anything to help her. I wish I could take all of her pain away from her. She’s the most amazing person I've ever met and doesn't deserve this.

She seems drowsier to me than she did last time. While Riley was waking up Bastien had told me he had called an ambulance as a precaution while we were looking for her and now it’s looking like it’s actually needed. She really is struggling to breathe properly. 

A few minutes go by and she’s still not fully alert. Her eyes looked  up to meet mine, her eyes fluttering as another coughing fit. I smiled reassuringly down at her, “It’s okay. Paramedics are coming and they’re going to help you breathe better, okay?” She nodded sleepily. 

She coughed again and foamy, blood tinged spit came out. I could see her trying  to turn further onto her side but she was struggling. Too weak to do the task on her own. I help her gently back over.

“Liam,” She gasped as she finished emptying out what she could. 

“It’s okay, I’m here.” I gently rubbed her shoulder as I tried to soothe her the best I could. I feel powerless. 

I heard some voices outside of the bathroom- one I recognize and two I didn’t. Drake had taken the dogs away, so they weren't being a nuisance and Bastien had been waiting for the paramedics to arrive, which was who I presumed who he was showing in now.

Riley flinched when the sound of boots and the rustling of bags could be heard, as the medics made their way into the bathroom. I had moved out of the way and sat  down by her feet. I kept a comforting hand on her calf so she knew I was there and wasn’t going to go anywhere.

It was like I was trapped inside of my own head again, like I had been the first time I had witnessed it. It’s the worst feeling in the world when someone you love more than anything is struggling and there’s nothing you can do to help them.

I hate this. 

I had seemed to have zoned out, getting trapped back inside my head, where so many scenarios were racing. The paramedics were treating my wife with a level of urgency that scared me. They had mentioned being concerned about how she was breathing and made quick work of getting out of the palace and into the awaiting ambulance. 

I should have been there! If I had been there then this wouldn’t be happening right now. I should have been there to protect her! 

After a quick ride in the ambulance, we arrived at the hospital, where doctors and nurses immediately got to treating my wife. 

Like I had guessed, she had aspirated on her blood and spit. After I found out about her epilepsy I had done a lot of research and looked into possible complications. I knew that having that much fluid in your lungs is dangerous. The doctors had kept her on oxygen and given her some medication. She could breathe easier now, thankfully. 

Riley was stable now and had been admitted. I was just relieved that she was going to be okay. I was so, so scared when Drake initially told me and then  when I found her that fear only tripled.  

The entire experience had been traumatising for both me and her.

 I never wanted to let her out of my sight again if I’m being honest. I don’t ever want her to be scared, alone and in danger like that ever again. I don't ever want to fail in helping her again. It feels like I’ve failed to protect the one person that means the absolute world to me. The only person that I’m sure I wouldn’t ever be able to live without. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that. 

I headed down the hospital corridor to her room. She was fast asleep in the bed. She looked so tiny and vulnerable. I hate seeing her like this. 

Drake had kindly dropped off a bag for us both, I placed it down by the chair beside her bed as I sunk down into it. It was now the early evening. I’m not entirely sure what had happened with the festival after I left. All I had been told was that  Madeleine had ‘handled it’ whatever that meant. 

I keep thinking over what happened today. This all could have gone very, very differently. 

I try hard to keep back the tears pricking at my eyes but I ultimately fail. I can’t keep them in. I’m so scared of something happening to Riley, like what happened today, or something so much worse. I’m scared of losing her. She means everything to me. 

I quietly get to my feet. I’m planning on just going for a little walk to clear my head. She’s asleep and I know she’s safe here. As I’m about to walk away her hand gripped onto my wrist. I stopped and looked down at her. 

Her eyes sleepily opened fully, “Please don’t leave.” 

“Okay,” I said, sitting back down in the chair and looking over at her.

 Riley rubbed at her tired eyes then scooted over in the bed. She patted the space next to her, “Get in with me,” she ordered me so of course I complied after slipping my shoes off. I wrapped my arms around her as she rested her head against my chest. 

We lay like that for a few minutes.  The silence was broken when I couldn't hold in a sob anymore. Riley sat up slightly, looking up at me. She took one of her hands and wiped away the tear that was falling down my cheek. 

I don’t understand how she’s doing this. I’m supposed to be comforting her, not the other way around. 

“I love you,” I blurted out. My voice cracked and my bottom lip quivered. 

“I love you too,” She said, as she snuggled up closer against me. 

I sniffled then wiped at my now irritated, red, puffy eyes. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.” 

(Riley’s POV) 

I’m so overwhelmed with guilt right now. I knew this would happen if Liam were to ever find out. I knew he’d blame himself for everything, he always does. It breaks my heart to know my husband is devastated because my brain can't just behave itself.  

This is what I was more scared of. 

I’ve always been treated differently because of my condition- the sad thing is I’m used to it. It’s been a part of my life since I was a little kid. It’s all I really know. I could deal with Liam being overprotective- well, more than he already is to begin with over him being heartbroken over something, neither him or myself, can control. 

I snuggled closer against him. I just want to be close to him right now. 

A short while later, Liam’s sniffling stops  and I look up at him again. Tears are pricking at my eyes as I figure out how to word my next sentence of the offer I had been thinking over and over for the last few minutes. “I don’t want to hurt you…” Damn, the tears are already starting to flow. “If you love someone then you let them go...I’m giving  you an out because I don’t want to hurt you.  I-I don't want this stupid condition  to ruin your life too.”

Liam didn't say anything to start with. My heart sinks as I think he’s considering my offer.  Unexpectedly, he pulled me tighter against him and pecked the top of my head. “I’m never going to leave you. I love you too much to let you go.”

I let out a loud half laugh, half-cry of relief. I don’t want to lose him either. Saying that sentence obliterated my heart. 

I sniffled, “I love you too much to let you go too.”

[blackmaylovesfries]

“Don’t touch my children!” - Taking him in

Asked: No

Words: 1510

Sinopse: Seventeen Hybrid AU - Yoon Jeonghan is a Scottish Fold cat, he hates being powerless. So Jeonghan had a hard time trusting her.

Notices: Mentions of sexual abuse (nothing explicit) and violence (not consummated). Language (the word ‘bitch’). Doyoon and Dongjin are 2 of the 4 that left Pledis before Seventeen debut, I didn’t see much of their personality and I just adapted them for entering the fic, I do not hate any of them!

BIRTHDAY POLL

Masterpost

Previous / Next

Jeonghan looked around the huge room the humans had guided they in. He didn’t liked the gray from outside but it seemed that the inside of the building was quite lively… Maybe too noise for him but he could deal with that long enough to him and Shua get out of there.

The humans from the called “Strike” team were kind but a little rough like just humans can be. The girl called Y/n was too all over the place for Jeonghan but he didn’t hate her. They had accommodated all the hybrid from his previous home in chairs in front of a small stage. He could see other hybrids peaking at them from the galeries on the superior floors.

There were quite a few looking at the sated hybrids but what called Jeonghan’s attention was the huge group that was staring at him and Joshua. The group seemed to include both feline and canine hybrids, Jeonghan could even identify some wild ones since some of them had the predator posture.

Joshua must have sensed that he was distracted since the younger cat grabbed his hand. Jeonghan looked at him and Shua indicated the girl on the stage. Jeonghan wasn’t listening before but now he could understand that she was talking something about them being save and needing to go under some medical procediments.

“They speak to us like we are human children or retarded.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes.

“Well… Some of us really can just understand things when putted like that.” Joshua shrugged. “Most important… They will make us let their doctors to touch us. I don’t know if I like that…” Jeonghan looked at his friend noticing his discomfort. He smiled and went back to study the huge group that was staring at them from the second floor.

“I see something quite interesting for us to play while we have to stay here.” His tone made Joshua look up too. His almost twin quickly found the object of his speech and opened a mischievous smile. Jeonghan didn’t knew why the group was so magnetic for his duo but seeing their reactions when he lifted his arm and waved did made him quite content.

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“Y/n! Jeonghan is being a bitch again!” Woozi entered your office whining like a baby, making you laugh before turning to him. Jeonghan and Joshua were at the center for almost 3 months already. They had hit it off with your hybrids since Day 1. Well… At least that was what you though.

“What did he do this time? Woke you from your nap again?” You saw the duo’s mischief and pranks as a sign of love or at least of interest. Mainly Jeonghan, since he was quite vocal about what he liked and what he despises. The Scottish Fold hybrid was really sticky with your younger hybrids so, when he wasn’t sleeping somewhere random, he was playing or irritating the others.

“If you know that he will do it again and again, why don’t you nag at him so he is forced to stop?” Angry Jihoon was cute. You shrugged.

“For the same reason you came to complain to me and not to him.” Your smile was little. You were tired. That was a hard and full day in the office since The8 had being making more trouble around the near city. You couldn’t say you were 100% on the conversation.

“Weird time to respect your elders, Y/n.” His voice was a little acid. “As a punishment, I’ll nap here.” You laughed again and nodded, seeing him get comfortable in the sofa. Jihoon sighed, it wasn’t a bed but at least he could sleep all he wanted there.

You went back to your documents but part of your mind went to the hybrid that caused Woozi’s visit. Although Jeonghan was polite, he clearly didn’t like to be near you. Every time you had a free moment and went to play with your hybrids, he would excuse himself and just observe from some distant seat. That’s why you had never seen how he was with the boys when you weren’t near.

Until one day… You were with a huge headache, having just returned from a mission that almost went wrong. You were ready to pick up the boys and run a bubble bath for you in your house. You definitely weren’t expecting to see the center in chaos. There were screaming everywhere and you and your team had to shoot some wild type hybrids for them to calm down.

“What happened here?!” You shout to Namjoon when he arrived at your side.

“There was a fight just moments before you arrive. Two hybrids had a argument and turned violent. The team responsible for the security was going to separate them when another one came and pushed both of them from the gallery.” You were in shock.

“The ones fighting fell from two floors. Then my team arrived but for a reason Jin is investigating the hybrid who pushed started to go berserk when he saw the two on the ground and fought with everyone who approached him before falling unconscious.”

“The results?” BamBam asked. You also were really worried. Hybrids going crazy and letting their animal irracional side take over was quite scary and common, so the situation made more sense for you and your team.

“All 3 hybrids involved are unconscious at the medical area, the one that pushed is in a privative room since we don’t know in what state he will wake. There were 3 securities that are also at the medical bay and the 11 hybrids who tried to help are waiting for you in your office.” The doctor couldn’t help but roll his eyes. The news made the whole Strike team a little dizzy.

“Youngjae, Yugyeom and Jinyoung, you 3 go to where the hybrids fell. Make sure that everything is okay and that everyone who are in shock or had a trigger is guided to the psychological area.” They nodded and went away. “Jackson and Bam, you 2 are responsible to give all the support necessary for Jin’s team when the hybrid wakes up.” More nods and there they went.

“I’ll talk with the security, make arrangement to the area of the accident and see what they need.” JB said. Your turn to nod.

“Mark, you go to the medical bay with Namjoon. See how the victims are doing and report to me as soon as something happen.” Both Namjoon and Mark agreed. You sighed “I’ll go and see the hybrids at the office…” You already imagine who they were. Of course you were hoping that you were wrong. But the universe didn’t liked you that much.

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“He didn’t move since I arrived. If you want you can go home and I call you when he wakes up.” Jeonghan heard some voices near him. One was a male raspy one and the other seemed to be a girly strong one.

“If I don’t return with good news, the boys will kill me even before I get to the door.” He heard a sigh. “Did Doyoon said why he went berserk?”

“Yeah, he explained to Jin that he was triggered by something Dongjin said while fighting Jeonghan. He is okay now but doesn’t remember anything and Jin placed him under medication for at least a month to ensure the safety of everyone.” When he heard his name, Jeonghan could identify the girl and opened his eyes slowly.

“Oh! He’s awake!” She screamed and jumped on his bed. “How are you feeling?” Jeonghan groaned.

“Like I died.”

“Well… You were pretty close.” The human smiled at him. “Can you tell us what happened before and during the fight? The others didn’t want to talk about it.” Jeonghan frowned when suddenly the reason why he fought came to his mind.

“Do you love the hybrids you have adopted?” Hearing the weird question, the Y/n girl nodded. Jeonghan felt the anger get stronger. “So why the hell do I need to be the one to defend them?! Why weren’t you here to take care of them and stop them from being bullied? Huh?!” He was almost screaming. Although he was usually quite calm, the hybrid from the fight had said some obscenities about Hoshi and his past.

Y/n also seemed surprised by his anger. She understood the general situation and accepted Jeonghan’s words. She also was quite taken aback because she knew that he liked her boys but she didn’t expected it to be this strong. Also being unexpected, the girl smiled.

“You are right.” Her tone was humble and low. “I can’t take care of them. Not alone and not all the time with the job I have. You were a hero today.” She looked at his eyes. “How about you also come and help me? Let me adopt you so you can help me keeping them safe.” Jeonghan’s eyes were still burning.

“I’ll go under the same conditions from the brothel.” The human smiled again.

“Deal.”

Tag: @hopsiclesposts​ ; @woohoney​ ; @warm-smiles-and-blue-skies ; @childfmoonn ; @moonmin-miya

[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

31. Part 3

Switching the monitor on “I saw the family, gave Monica a hug. One of the biggest hugs, she said that her daughter is an Angel, she did something she could never do. She was singing praises at the store, it was cute. They all want to see the baby Robby” I chuckled “you know what, Chris and I with Fenty will come and see Barbados, and I don’t mind the family seeing her. And when I say family I mean my hometown; I know everyone is waiting to see her. You want to quickly switch to FaceTime and I can show you her, she is asleep” Mel cackled “all you bitches do is sleep, Chris was causing hell and you was both asleep” I hate Mel is laughing but it’s not funny “listen yeah, I’m going to get back to my usual self. I just need to rest my body; you try and give birth to a seven pound baby bitch!” I spat, answering the FaceTime “woo! We see she face, look at my sister. You still got the double chin girl” I gasped “say what!? Chris called me a kangaroo, I’ve been lazy sis not going to lie” angling the camera better “see, I can work it. I don’t know what to show, my chin or my forehead. I hate you; does it look like I gained weight?” Mel is annoying “she put weight on, won’t lie to you baby. But it’s baby weight, show me my baby now bitch. We sick of seeing you” rolling my eyes flicking the camera over “Fenty is asleep while her parents scream at each other” Mel cooed out “she is so beautiful!! Robyn she a little miss thing, she looks fed up. That bald up fist is telling me words!” I laughed at Mel, she is so stupid “it’s ok, auntie baby. I got you. I’m coming for you child!!” She is so loud for no reason “shut up, anyways I am going to have it out with Chris” walking off “keep me on the phone, for entertainment reasons” disconnecting the FaceTime, I think the fuck not.

With the monitor in hand, I figured I would go to the garage. Chris did mention it so I guess I go there first, I hope he is there. My intention is not what he thinks, he has to believe that. I am calm about this because I’m beyond the point of shouting about this, I see Drake has nothing to me so there is that. The elevator pinged and so did my phone, looking down at the message. It’s Drake, unlocking my phone and reading the message ‘You wanted this, here it is’ he added a link to sound cloud, he did it. That man is beyond in love with me and I honestly can’t cope with it, I did use him for that and yet again I am, but I do not care for him. Seeing Chris in the office from the glass door, he is huffing and puffing, like where the fuck did he get these boxes of shit from. I need to really get my ass in gear, I just don’t want Chris angry at me I didn’t mean to upset him when I was trying to help him because I know he is not lying about that shit, it did happen. I don’t even want to interrupt him, but he is scowling so much, let me suck it up and try and get Chris to see my side of what happened, I hope he can anyways because I didn’t mean it. Watching Chris from afar, watching him get annoyed at himself for no reason as he tried to make the spray can work and then accidentally sprayed the glass window, he doesn’t make things easy because what if I were to move. Mine and Chris’ eyes both met but he wasn’t angry, his face softened which made me feel a little better.

Pulling open the glass door “can we talk? Or do you not feel like it and you want more time alone?” I asked, I ask because I don’t want to just barge in and he’s not ready to talk “I hurt my hand” he said while looking down at his hand “you didn’t” I said walking into the office space “not on purpose, when I was going down the stairs my hand caught the side” he is such a liar “is there a hole in the wall in this house” lightly holding his hand, he punched the wall “it’s nothing, I mean it happened. I’m calm now” looking up at Chris “clearly, where did you do this though?” It’s a little sore but you can tell he punched the wall once “bathroom, it’s marble. I ain’t make no hole” frowning at him “that makes it better, your temper is bad Chris but we need to talk, if we can go out of this place and sit upstairs” Chris nodded his head, clearly that punch to the wall has calmed him but it’s still stupid “my hand really hurts though, like look at it” placing the baby monitor on the table before holding his hand in mine and then resting my free hand a top of his “does that hurt?” I asked, “feels sore” bringing his hand up to me and pressing a kiss to the back of his hand before placing it just on my cheek “I mean this could totally make it worse, do you feel like you broke it?” Chris shook his head “it’s ok, just sore” nodding my head “you make me sad Chris, come. Let’s go upstairs” I said to him, I think we need a good talk “I just want to sleep, can I go to sleep?” nodding my head “of course you can, do you want me to wake you before New Year?” he nodded his head “I just want a nap” he has hurt his hand and is now tired “nap on the couch, put something frozen on your knuckles. Does that sound good?” maybe the nap may be good for him.

I feel so out of my depth with this and I thought I would get some advice; sad part is I can’t ask his family. I can’t even ask someone that knows him because nobody does know him or know his moods, so this is new to me, this is new to them I guess even though they have spent all that time with him. It does kill me to think he has nobody that knows him, I can’t ring his mom and say what is his mood like, what do I do because the bitch doesn’t even know so I am ringing this UK help, I need some insight on what to do because I mean now he is like just calm as hell, I am going to try and hide my accent but you never know “uh hi” I feel all nervous now, I mean I hope they don’t want details “yeah so I am Noelle, and my partner has Bipolar and just recently we have moved in so like I don’t actually know what his moods are like. He has ADHD also with that. I found this number and it’s luckily twenty four hours but I just need help understanding him, like I don’t get it” if he starts asking for names and stuff I am going to have to stop this call “that is fine, we are here for all advice and help in this matter. I am Michael, have you both just recently got married then?” he asked “yeah, and moved in. Like I know he had this illness, I wasn’t blind with it but it’s understanding it” this guy has a nice Scottish accent “does he take medication at all? He does take it” pulling a face “uh yes, we recently just had a baby. Like she is a week old, he was so good during then, no issues at all but like I would say two days ago he just fell off” I need help with this because, how do I even deal with it or do I just leave him alone.

“So It’s tough to go through the mood swings of bipolar disorder. It is very complexed to even explain but depression plays a big factor in this because the person with this mental health struggle themselves to understand why the change, they can make it hard to do the things you want and need them to do. During manic periods, they may be reckless and volatile. The best way to avoid mood swings is to get treatment which he has done but you may not be able to totally prevent bouts of mania or depression. Even people who always take their medication and take care of their health can still have mood swings from time to time. That's why it's important to catch changes in their mood, energy levels, and sleeping patterns before they turn into something serious. Mood episodes in bipolar disorder often happen suddenly, for no particular reason. You said everything was and is fine but sometimes, you may notice that there are specific things that can trigger mania or depression, such as getting too little sleep, changes to their daily routine. Many people find they're more likely to become depressed or manic during stressful times at work or during holidays. Some people see seasonal patterns to their mood changes” this is a lot “wow” is all I said “it’s very complexed” he is not wrong “it’s daunting for you and you shouldn’t be hard on yourself for feeling like that, if you need further help I can assist if you feel threatened?” shaking my head “no, he said he is having nap” well that is what he said anyways “is he sleeping well at night? It’s important for them to sleep, clear thoughts, clear mind?” he said, “he hasn’t been sleeping, for the days he’s been like that at all, why is it important for sleep?” I questioned “the less they sleep they are going through a mood change, usually mania. The more they sleep, it’s more depression phase. They need to have stability in their sleep, get the hours because their mind is working overtime, it’s hard for them to be ok in a room full of people that don’t think like them. But they do battle themselves more then you would know” that really made me sad.

I sighed out heavily “how can I help? Like in general anyways, I want to learn about it? We just moved here too” I thought I would add that “Caring for someone with bipolar disorder can be extremely hard, whether you’re a partner, parent, child, or friend of someone who has this condition. It’s stressful for everyone it touches. It’s tough to strike a balance. You want to be supportive and empathetic because you know the person with bipolar disorder isn’t to blame for their illness. But their behaviour may affect you, and you have to take care of yourself and your needs, not just theirs” flicking the tear that fell, this makes me emotional “so I can give you some tips which you are doing now which is learn. The more you know, the better. Listen. Pay attention to what your loved one has to say. Don't assume that you know what they are going through. Don’t dismiss all of their emotions and feelings as signs of their illness. Someone with bipolar disorder may still have valid points. Encourage them to stick with treatment. Your love one needs to take their bipolar medication and get regular check-ups or counselling. Notice their symptoms. They may not be able to see it as clearly as you do when their bipolar symptoms are active. Or they may deny it. When you see the warning signs of mania or depression, you can try to make sure they get help. Do things together. People who are depressed often pull away from others. So encourage your loved one to get out and do things they enjoy. Ask him to join you for a walk or a dinner out. If he says no, let it go. Ask again a few days later.”

“Express your own concerns. Since your loved one's behaviour can have a huge effect on you, it’s OK to discuss. Don’t blame the other person or list all of their mistakes. Instead, focus on how his actions make you feel and how they affect you. The most important thing is to take care of yourself. As intense as your loved one’s needs may be, you count, too. It’s important for you to stay healthy emotionally and physically Noelle” I am trying to take all this in but I can kind of understand “what’s up?” I jumped at Chris’ voice, turning around “thank you for that, I have got what I wanted” disconnecting the call “did you have a nap?” he shook his head, staring at Chris in sadness I just feel sad and it’s not that I hate what I have got myself into but this, what he has. It’s so horrible, and the fact I couldn’t call on his loved ones to help, I am so angry. I am angry at his mother, his father. They have failed him and me, I am having to do this now at his age because nobody cared, I am cleaning her mess “before it’s a New Year, can we talk baby?” he seems ever so calm now “I’m sorry” nodding my head smiling “we can talk, come” grabbing his hand as I walked with him, I don’t know why but a sob left my lips, my heart is crying “why are you crying?” Chris asked “just happy tears” I lied, I don’t want to go into it.

[proxylynn]

Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #25

WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^

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Hell hath no fury like this fish woman. For Undyne's rage casts a near-visible aura of hate as she stormed her way into Hotland. Clad in her special armor, keeping her form from dehydrating, she intimidates those that witness her barreling towards the Lab. With a mighty kick, she almost hurls the doors from their hinges before continuing inside. Knowing all too well where her intended target is. Cameras follow her movements but do little to warn their owner in time. Alphys receives the signal just as the echos of hurried stomps reaches her ears. By the time the doors are thrown open, Alphys has made the scene a little more authentic and hides away her more sketchy items. As one can imagine, the Captain of the Royal Guard is less than pleased to see a human being given treatment instead of having its soul collected.

"U-Undyne...W-W-What a surprise."

"Cut the crap, Alphys. How long have you known about it being in the Underground?! Why wasn't I informed?! And why, in Asgore's name, are you keeping that thing alive?!"

The disgruntled captain points at the unconscious human strapped to a bloody slab with several machines around her. Thick bandages cover the wounds given on-screen, the eerie beeps of the machines that are annoyingly loud in the silence, sticky liquid crimson softly dribbles from the slab edges to a small pool draining on the floor as tubes and wires are placed on vital areas. The scene looks like a medical mess. For what good it does to try, Alphys puts on a straight face and gets professionally cold to defend her work.

"Your Captain of the Guard status does not mean I report to you or have to inform you of anything."

The rage of Undyne only increases.

"What did you say?!"

Alphys adjusts her glasses, snidely flipping Undyne off with her middle finger.

"I am the Royal Scientist. I work under and report directly to the King himself. My rank supersedes yours. And as such, unless it is a matter that requires your assistance, I will inform only those that are needed to be informed. Understood?"

Undyne snarls beneath her helmet. This type of thing wasn't uncommon. She knows that Alphys separates herself when it comes to her work. Undyne does it too but tries not to be so obnoxious. It's moments like this that make her crush a little less on this lizard girl.

"But to answer your question...This human has been living in the Ruins for quite some time. Sans and Papyrus have been monitoring her for me."

The skeletons? Those sneaky bastards! She bet Papyrus was thinking he'd use this to one-up her.

"Why use them and not me?"

"Really? You can't stand the cold and they live there. It's a no brainer."

Good point.

"Okay...But why monitor? The law clearly states that the soul of any human is to be collected. No exceptions!"

Undyne summons a spear and readies to spike the human through the face. That is till Alphys moves over to the human and interacts with one of the machines, making her soul slowly emerge...it's white. This sight has the captain of the guard drop her weapon and remove her helm to ensure her eye was not playing a trick on her. Without her helm, the true visage of the Captain of the Guard is shown. Undyne is a piscine anthropomorphic monster. She has blue scales and a long red hair she keeps in a wild ponytail. Red and blue fins on the sides of her head act like ears, she has no nose to speak of. Her teeth are sharp yellow daggers like a barracuda or shark. She has red eye shadow and has an eye-patch on her left eye. Her good eye has a black vertical pupil and a yellow sclera.

"It's...White? What the hell? It was light blue on TV. I saw it!"

"We all did. And it was purple when I first examined her. This is why I've had her under severance and not executed. This human...It's not like the humans we've encountered or the ones in our texts. She seems to be able to change traits or possesses multiple traits."

"How is that possible? Is that even a thing? Is that a thing humans can do now?"

"I haven't collected enough data to determine that. My current theory is that she may be a random mutation, an evolutionary anomaly of sorts. Though, from the information I have gotten, it seems the humans of now have indeed fully lost their usage of magic."

"I thought those past ones seemed off."

"Yes. The previous humans were lacking in their levels of magic but they still possessed it. This one, however, according to my scans had no magic in her soul prior to coming to the Underground."

Scientist say what?

"Wait...What's that supposed to mean?"

Alphys pulls out what looks to be her cell phone and moves it over the soul, scanning till it beeps. She then shows the results to the Captain.

"There's at least 20% to 30% magic now resonating in her soul. Enough to trigger magic prepubescence."

Undyne snickers at the thought of such a thing and it nearly breaks Alphys's composure.

"You can't be serious."

"I am. I had to stabilize the flux with those patches we give out to teens. It's why she's about 30%."

"Dare I ask...How a non-magic soul suddenly has magic?"

"Not sure. Perhaps it's the nature of such a weak soul to pull magic when it can, however, it can. Be it from the surroundings, food, or contact with other beings of magic. Who's to say? Or her soul could be like a parasite and leeching magic for as of yet unknown reasons. I'm just throwing ideas at this point."

"So...What you're saying is the human is dangerous."

"All humans are dangerous, Undyne. But this one? *scoff* Since being down here her LV hasn't budged from its base level."

The Captain is intrigued.

"Has it not been in a fight?"

"Quite the opposite. There's plenty of telltale signs, not to mention video surveillance, that indicates she's been attacked."

"So the wimp flees? Pathetic."

"Sometimes. Most of the time they endure the fight and find a way to end it without fighting back."

A gruff laugh leaves the fish woman.

"Pacifism? Down here? Now that's a joke."

Alphys checks on a liquid-filled bag that's emptying into the human's veins.

"As dumb as it may be, her strategy is a good thing..."

She increases the dripping.

"By not attacking, she isn't killing anyone. And by not killing anyone, she isn't gaining LV. And you know what that means."

Undyne grins like a hungry barracuda.

"It makes it all the easier to collect the last soul."

Alphys nods and removes her glasses to clean them.

"Still...With the number of unknown variables, I'd have to insist on further study of this soul and not just yet bringing it to the King, even if she dies."

"How come?"

"Like I said, too many unknowns. If Asgore wishes to fuse with the seven souls it would be best to make sure this one doesn't overpower or corrupt his own."

"Hmmm...I guess that's fair. We don't need to waste the human souls and lose the King if we can help it."

"My thoughts exactly."

Alphys puts her glasses back on and steps away from the human.

"Come, Undyne. We must leave now."

Confusion comes to the Captain.

"What? Why? You're really going to leave her unattended?"

Alphys grows colder.

"Do not be so stupid."

Undyne had to bite her tongue hard.

"I never said she'd be alone."

With a simple button press on her phone, the sound of speeding rubber screeches towards them, the door opening seconds later.

"IS IT TIME? SHE'S IN STABLE CONDITION?"

Mettaton skids to a stop with excitement.

"She's stable. And under heavy sedation. You may proceed with the prep work."

Digitized giggling pours from the automaton.

"EXCELLENT. LADIES, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME..."

Undyne is ushered out by Alphys before she can question things.

"Um..."

"Don't think about it too much."

"But..."

"As they say...The show must go on. I suggest you stick around and watch what unfolds."

Undyne groans to herself.

"I'll make that spicy ramen that you like."

"...Extra chili flakes?"

"Yep."

"Hot damn!"

With the women gone, Mettaton turns his attention to the human on the slab.

"OH DARLING..."

A compartment opens on his side and he extracts what looks like a kit of some kind.

"WE HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO."

[AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER-BEHIND THE LAB]

The wall of the building opens up, a split door allows the heat of Hotland in while the unconscious human carried by the killer robot comes out.

"FINALLY...THE SHOW CAN COMMENCE ONCE AGAIN."

While two of his arms set the human down his other two open a bottle of smelling salts and wave it under her nose, slowly rousing her back to consciousness.

"WAKIE WAKIE, DARLING."

She groans in delirium and sits up. Medical grade sedatives really pack a punch.

"FOCUS DEAR. HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?"

Mettaton holds up his four arms and each is displaying two fingers. Her head wobbles with dizziness and she rubs the sleep from her eyes.

"Mettaton? *yawn* Why is it so hot?"

Why did she have to be so cute when so messed up?

"I'LL ANSWER YOU IF YOU ANSWER ME."

She shakes her head clear and stares at him for a bit.

"Eight."

He sighs with relief and helps her up before patting her head.

"GOOD. YOU'RE PERFECTLY FINE."

"Not entirely sure that's what I'd call it after the game you made me do. But whatever. Least I ain't dead."

"THERE WE GO. ALWAYS LOOKING ON THE POSITIVE SIDE OF THINGS."

Her senses coming back, she looks at her form and begins growling at the mechanical television star.

"IS SOMETHING THE MATTER?"

"I'm going to ask this as calmly as I can and I want you to be honest...Did you dress me in my sleep?!"

In Mettaton's defense, it's not like he could leave her in her bloody outfit or the medical gown. And to his credit, he made it for her to be both fashionable as well as comfortable in Hotland's arid heat. A black zip back cutout crisscross cami top with MTT emblazoned in red across the chest, waist-high black garter shorts with tiny Mettaton studs along the straps, black ripped footless tights end in knee-high black riding boots that have red MTT zippers, and to add to her annoyance her nails were also painted red. The only normal thing about her was he kept her hair tied in a ponytail but moved it higher up to be more lively than her usual dead weight droop.

"TO BE FAIR, DARLING, YOU WERE A BLOODY MESS AFTER THE SHOW. IT WOULD BE TASTELESS TO HAVE MY CO-STAR CONTINUE IN ANYTHING LESS THAN THE BEST."

She gets flustered.

"That's not the point! You could've waited till I was awake and I would've dressed myself! Instead, you did so while I was vulnerable."

She shudders and looks away from him.

"To think...I started to like you."

An exclamation mark flashes on his screen.

"But it seems you're just as bad as the scum on the surface."

He panics and waves his hands in defense.

"W-WAIT A SECOND, DEAR, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!"

"Then...Aside from seeing my frail body, do you deny the obvious usage of me as brand advertisement?"

The look she gives him is cold and hurt, making him flinch.

"UM...WELL...I..."

She turns around with her hands on her hips and smirks.

"We're not on camera right now, are we?"

His screen flashes in confusion.

"...NO? NO CAMERAS ARE ACTIVE AT THIS MOMENT. WHY?"

"Heh...Because you're being you right now. The same guy I got to know over the phone. TV you is more cold and sticks to the script, like a soulless machine. This you, the ghost in the shell, this guy I like and willing to work with."

He's caught off guard by that remark.

"UM...WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU MEAN BY THAT?"

"Which part?"

"GHOST IN THE SHELL."

"Oh, that? It's the name of a manga/anime series. The setting is a future where technology is so advanced that it becomes an existential crisis if souls can transfer over to pure machine bodies and if artificial intelligence can gain humanity through cyber-evolution. It's really deep."

"OH."

"It also is a play on the fact you're literally a ghost in a robot shell."

He flinches.

"W-WHAT? I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE..."

"Dude, don't lie. We're not on camera and Alphys already confirmed my suspicions."

He blanks for a moment sighing.

"WELL...BRAVO, DARLING. YOU'VE SOLVED MY GREATEST SECRET."

She shrugs.

"It's no big deal. And don't worry about anyone else knowing, I ain't a snitch."

"SUCH A CLEVER GIRL. I KNEW YOU'D BE PERFECT FOR THIS."

Her arms fold.

"While I was messing with you before, I am pissed about this."

"WHICH PART?"

"This! This isn't my style. It feels weird and shows way too much skin for my liking."

At this rate, he was lucky she couldn't see her reflection or she'd be pissed about how he did her makeup. Red eye-shadow to create a smoky effect on her eyelids. Mascara to make her long lashes even longer. A bold black swoop of liquid eyeliner all the way to the outer corners of her eyes and swept a little up at the end. And the pièce de résistance is the luscious red lipstick to make it all pop.

"BUT, DARLING, YOUR OLD CLOTHES WERE RUINED. BESIDES, WITH HOW THICK THAT FABRIC WAS, YOU'D DIHYDRATE IN MOMENTS OUT HERE. AND NO ONE WANTS A SWEATY DRIED OUT SACK ON SCREEN."

She leers.

"NOT SAYING YOU ARE ONE. MAKING THAT CLEAR HERE."

She sighs.

"I see your point. I ain't happy about it, but I see the reason behind it."

"GOOD."

She checks herself and gets upset.

"My items? Where are my items?!"

"I TOLD YOU, YOUR CLOTHES WERE A MESS AND I CHANGED YOU INTO THIS."

She grabs him.

"Metta, my buddy, I need my gear. My stats are crap without my items. Please tell me you didn't trash them...Please?!"

To understand her panic he checks her.

[Lynsie - LV:1 - HP: 40 ATK: 20 DEF: 11 - Too nice for her own good.]

Her HP increased? How? Her LV hasn't increased. Did she earn EXP in the game and recovery? Wait...The other stats are dangerously weak. Hmmm...This gives him a wicked idea. If his screen could grin it would be wide and twisted.

"OH HEAVENS NO, DARLING. YOUR POSSESSIONS ARE SAFE."

Her eyes light up.

"Sweet! Can I please have them?"

He grabs her waist and scoots her back from him a bit.

"UNFORTUNATELY, I DO NOT HAVE THEM ON ME."

"But...W-Where are they then?"

All four hands point out into the distance.

"YOU CAN HAVE YOUR ITEMS BACK...ONCE YOU MAKE TO THE NEXT FILM SET."

Her jaw drops.

"Dude! Are you freaking serious? Do we see the same stats? Because I'm fairly sure I can get one-shot killed out here."

"RELAX, DARLING..."

"Relax?! Says the guy that literally can't be hurt!"

He waves dismissively.

"AND THEY CALL ME DRAMATIC. LOOK, I CAN'T JUST GIVE YOU THEM BACK NOR CAN I TAKE YOU TO THE NEXT SET. YOU SHOULD KNOW THE REASON WHY."

She glares before pouting in defeat.

"The law requires you to still attempt to 'capture' me."

His screen flashes.

"BINGO! AND TO PROVE THAT I AM FOLLOWING THE LAW WHILE STILL WORKING WITH YOU, YOU WILL BE TELEVISED AS YOU MAKE YOUR WAY THROUGH MY SHOW GAUNTLET."

She looks at him funny.

"TO BE HONEST IT'S JUST NORMAL ENVIRONMENT AND PIPEWORK FOR THE CORE. BUT I DID ADD OBSTACLES AND PUZZLES, SO TECHNICALLY IT COUNTS."

Her funny look grows.

"And you film back there in all that?"

"IT MAKES MORE SENSE WHEN YOU SEE IT."

"I guess."

All four hands slap together in a loud clap.

"GREAT! NOW THAT THAT IS ALL SAID AND DONE, HERE'S THE DEAL. ONCE YOU TURN THAT CORNER AND BEGIN THE TREK, YOU'LL BE BACK ON TV."

"Okay."

"TRY NOT TO BREAK THE FOURTH WALL, WE DON'T NEED VIEWERS KNOWING YOU'VE BEEN HERE LONGER THAN ADVERTISED AND WITH THE HELP OF OTHERS."

"True, very true."

"AND SINCE YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR PHONE..."

"Can I get that back too? I swear I won't make calls."

"OR TEXT?"

"Did you even see my phone? It can't text or take pictures."

"HMMM...I'LL THINK ABOUT IT."

"Please and thank you."

"LIKE I WAS SAYING SINCE YOU DON'T HAVE IT AND MAY NEED HELP UNDERSTANDING A FEW OF THE MORE TRICKIER PUZZLES..."

On hand retreats into his body and pops out with a small clip-like earring that, you guessed it, looks like him.

"ATTACH THIS TO YOUR EAR AND YOU'LL BE ABLE TO HEAR MY MELODIOUS VOICE WHEN I NOTICE YOU'RE NOT PROGRESSING."

"Not that I'm against it, but isn't this cheating?"

He chuckles while bringing her close and clipping it to her right ear.

"DON'T THINK OF IT LIKE THAT. IT'S LIKE YOU SAID, YOU'RE WILLING TO WORK WITH ME AND WE BOTH DON'T WANT YOU DEAD. YOU'LL STILL BE GOING AT THIS ON YOUR OWN, BUT WITH A LITTLE LIFELINE THAT GIVES YOU CLUES AND NOT FULL ANSWERS. NOW DOES THAT SOUND MORE OKAY?"

"FANTASTIC!"

He spins around and shoves her to the ground before retracting his wheel to begin hovering.

"WELL, DARLING, THE NEXT WE MEET I HOPE IT TO BE SOON AND WHILE YOU STILL BREATHE."

"Um...Me too."

He takes off like a rocket to the next stage, kicking up dust and smoke in his wake.

"FAIR THEE WELL...!"

The cloud takes a bit to settle and the human finds herself alone. The path ahead is unknown but the only way to go. Somehow being behind the building she thinks she was held within and with no door to speak of insight. She silently prayed that her trust in the robot that abducted her was well placed...even though that thought made her question her ability to pick people to trust. Either way, her journey through game show hell begins now as she walks the lonely road that is way too narrow and high up for her liking.

[Snowdin: Skeleton House in present time]

Nothing. Nothing but re-run filler has been on the TV for hours. And all they could do was wait. Wait for any change on that damn picture box. Papyrus was doing his best to keep a worried Toriel and tense Grillby from burning the house down. Sans on the other hand was lost in his mind, retracing the history of his time in the LAB and its many rooms. Where were they hiding the human? What new rooms were added since he left? Could Alphys still be using the old underground facility?

*obnoxious fanfare*

The television cuts from its old showing to Mettaton live out in Hotland, on real clues can be seen as he hovers about the volcanic rock.

"SORRY FOR THE DELAY MY DEADLY GUYS AND DOLLS. SEEMS I WAS A BIT TOO ROUGH DURING OUR LAST GAME AND MY CO-STAR NEEDED EXTRA TIME TO RECOVER. GUESS I DON'T KNOW MY OWN STRENGTH."

His nonchalant attitude and words were far from comforting to the four.

"BUT FEAR NOT, AS SHE HAS MADE A FULL RECOVERY!"

A weight is lifted from the room.

"IN FACT, SHE'S ON THE START OF THE NEXT PHASE OF OUR SHOW. A DANGEROUS GAUNTLET OF OBSITCLES, DAUNTING PUZZLES, AND THE RANDOM VAGABOND THAT MAY OR MAY NOT JUST HAPPEN TO BE WANDERING AROUND."

The video feed shifts to the human on a conveyor belt. Merely scrolling along in a tacky outfit and makeup trying not to look down.

"The fuck is she wearing?!"

Grillby fumes. Toriel is equally unhappy about her daughter's new look. Sans rolls his eyes, finding it somewhat funny that Grillby is displeased by this when did way worse before.

"HER GOAL, REACH THE END TO BEGIN OUR NEXT SHOW SEGMENT. SHE WILL REPEAT THIS TWO MORE TIMES BEFORE ENDING WITH OUR FOURTH AND FINAL ENCOUNTER."

That doesn't sound good. The feed zooms in on her.

"WILL SHE SURVIVE AND EARN HER LIFE TO LIVE FOR ANOTHER DAY? OR WILL THIS BE THE DAY THE LAST SOUL IS COLLECTED? WE SHALL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH. IN THE MEANTIME, I NEED TO AQUIRE A FEW ODDS AND ENDS, SO I LEAVE YOU TO OUR DARLING'S DARING DO. ENJOY."

The camera switches to a different angle and continues to follow her. Before the words can even leave Papyrus's mouth Sans is already shaking his head.

"i still don't know where that is."

"ARE YOU SURE?"

"trust me, i don't recognize where she's at."

"Don't you have a post in Hotland?"

Grillby points out much to Papyrus's puzzlement.

"YOU HAVE A POST IN HOTLAND?"

Sans sighs.

"it's like i told ya, i do more than ya think i do. i have posts at the start of snowdin forest, waterfall's beginning, level two of hotland, and i am the one that waits in the judgment hall."

Papyrus is even more confused but Toriel starts to broil.

"You...You were the one all along, were you not?"

Sans balls his fists, bracing for this.

"You were the one that killed the humans that left the Ruins."

No Tori...not all...just one...over and over again.

"no. i haven't killed anyone."

That gave her some relief. But more questions.

"Then if not you, who does harm them?"

"asgore does."

And that killed it. Her eyes sink with a flame, one of hate and despair. It's painfully obvious. She's going to snap.

"ya should know he doesn't take pleasure in doin' it."

Her expression falters.

"it's a lot of weight on that old goat's shoulders. what with bein' a king and everyone expectin' him to solve all our problems, like breakin' the barrier. it's one thing to kill someone that's wronged ya. it's much harder to look an innocent in the eyes and end them."

She frowns, seeing some truth in his words.

"ya may hate his guts, but he's harborin' the biggest burden. bein' the one to harvest the souls."

"But..."

Does she still wish to fight?

"But the law states humans are to be killed on sight, right? You can not tell me the Guard has not spilled blood in all this time!"

"ACTUALLY..."

Papyrus chimes in.

"WHILE IT'S TRUE, THAT IS THE BLUNTEST FORM OF THE LAW, IT'S NOT THE EXACT WORDING. *AHEM* IF A LIVING HUMAN IS FOUND IN THE UNDERGROUND THAN THEY ARE TO BE ENGAGED AND CAPTURED. EXTREME CAUTION AND VIOLENCE IS TO BE USED IN THE APRENTION OF HUMAN SOULS. NOWHERE IS IT SAID WE ARE TO KILL ON SIGHT. BUT THE CURRENT CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD HAS INTERPRETED THIS LAW IN HER OWN WAY AND INFORCES IT AS SUCH...DEATH TO ALL HUMANS. NO EXCEPTIONS. OVERTIME, THAT'S HOW THE LAW EVOLVED TO BE KNOWN TO THE PUBLIC."

"Why?"

"captain undyne lost her family in the war. that kind of wound doesn't heal easily. it didn't help much that the hammer of punishment took her in as his own."

That name struck a chord.

"Gerson? I suppose that does make sense. He was ruthless in his prime. And he left our court when we choose to surrender. Said we were showing weakness by giving in. So many were already lost...We wanted to end the slaughter before the dust count became unrecognizable."

"seems that spite got passed on in undyne."

"OUR CAPTAIN GOES BY ANOTHER...THE SPEAR OF PUNISHMENT."

Her worry overcomes any animosity she held.

"I pray my child never encounters your Captain."

One can only hope.

"Shit..."

Grillby gets their attention.

"She's been spotted."

Eyes return to the television and the footage shown. The human had passed the large system of conveyor belts going forward and backward. Exhaust ports of vermilion flame burst from nearby pipes in the background, the wooshing sound of steam and cogs adding to the scenery. Reaching the end of the conveyor belts, the human comes into view of several small islands surrounded by boiling lava. Most of these islands hold steam vents. However, the human is unaware of this due to being blocked by a Tsunderplane.

[HOTLAND: LEVEL ONE]

Damn this heat. Damn this plan of yours, Mettaton. And damn this odd-looking monster that won't get out of my way. It appears to resemble a regular real-world modern airplane, an Airbus A340-300 to be exact, wearing a black mob cap with thin red ribbons on it, a faint blush tints its nosecone.

"Um...Do you mind?"

I move slightly to the side, trying to give it room while avoiding the edge. But it just moves the same as I do, almost like a mock mimic. Maybe it's just a fluke. I try it again. And again it does it.

"You're not gonna let me by, are you?"

My soul feels gripped and without skipping a beat, my blue soul comes out, a battle begins.

[Tsunderplane gets in the way! Not on purpose or anything.]

Wait...Don't tell me that name means what I think it does. What are my options?

[FIGHT]

[ACT]

[̴͝SP͜͞E͡L̵͜L͟͠͏]͘͢

[ITEM]

[MERCY]

That weird one came back? It looks so...messed up. I won't touch it. Maybe as a last resort, but not if I can help it. Let's see what this thing is made of.

[ACT selected.]

[New options available.]

[CHECK]

[FLIRT]

[APPROACH]

I am not doing those last two before I know what this thing can do.

[CHECK selected.]

[TSUNDERPLANE – HP: 80 ATK: 25 DEF: 26 – Seems mean, but does it secretly like you?]

"The fuck...?"

This plane catches an attitude.

"No way! Why would I like YOU?!"

Especially since we've only just met. Wait...

"You can talk?!"

It moves it's wings up, summing its attack. Several smaller planes fly horizontally straight from either side above me, dropping bombs that look like miniature nukes. Once a bomb hits the ground, a vertical line of toxic smoke appears and blocks my sight momentarily. All in all, this is not easy to avoid because of the lack of space and I end up taking a really nasty hit.

[HP ████████████████ 15/40]

I'm too afraid to check my wound. My ears are ringing and I feel damp somewhere on my side. I won't stand another hit like that. Damn it! I need my defense items!

*bang*

My head is smacked hard by metal.

[Tsunderplane "accidentally" bumps you with its wing.]

It pushed me back. It's keeping distance. Why it's not like it needs the room, damn thing can fly. I wonder...What'll happen if I get close? But first I need to heal.

[ITEM selected.]

I need to remember to thank Flowey when I see him again. If it wasn't for his prodding I'd have nothing in my inventory.

["Butterscotch Cheesecake" - All HP - Butterscotch cheesecake, one slice.]

"Mmmm...So good. Thanks, mama."

[You ate the Butterscotch Cheesecake. Your HP was maxed out.]

[HP ██████████████████████████████████████████ 40/40]

Ah, much better. Now I just need to avoid getting hit again. My turn ends.

"Hmph! Id... Idiot! Don't get in my way!"

You blocked me, asshat.

She uses a different attack but one that's somewhat easier to deal with. Large planes fly directly at me, leaving a horizontal-moving toxic trail of smoke balls. I am grateful this was it's second go. I dodge this one better, no damage taken.

[Tsunderplane shakes its nose dismissively at you.]

"_... Human..."

Now it speaks in emojis? I mean, I guess that's a thing that can happen, Gaster speaks in hands and junk.

"Something wrong? I can't help but notice."

Going off its behavior and name, I put some real emphasis on the word notice. It flinches. Got you.

Tsundere is a Japanese term for a character development process that depicts a person who is initially cold and sometimes even hostile before gradually showing a warmer, friendlier side over time. The word is derived from the terms tsun tsun ('to turn away in disgust or anger') and dere dere ('to become affectionate'). They're the opposite of a Yandere. Yandere is a Japanese term for a person who is initially very loving and gentle to someone or at least innocent before their devotion becomes destructive in nature, often through violence and/or brutality. The term is derived from the words yanderu (a mental or emotional illness) and dere dere. They are different and yet have one weakness...Wanting the attention of Senpai, the person they have a fondness for. Why do I know all this? Because I'm a big freaking dork! I can use this. I just don't understand why it would have such feelings.

"...H-human ... ...?"

Now to test my theory.

[APPROACH selected.]

[You get close to Tsunderplane. But not too close.]

"Eeeeh? H-human ...?"

It's getting flustered. I'm not proud of this method but if it works to keep me alive, so be it.

"You don't mind me getting close, right?"

[Tsunderplane looks over, then turns up its nose.]

"Huh!? Y-you sicko!"

It spins on heels it doesn't have and nearly takes my head. This ain't going to be easy.

The mini planes return but something's off. Six planes attacked me before, but now there's only three. Easier than before yet still dangerous. That smoke is noxious and obnoxious.

[Tsunderplane gives you a condescending barrel roll.]

"Don't think I'm going easy on you! It's not like I LIKE you."

Your actions say otherwise, so does that growing blush. Time for phase two.

[FLIRT selected.]

[You tell Tsunderplane it has an impressive wingspan.]

"I must say, birds wish they could have wings like that. Very cool."

It covers its nosecone in its wingtips.

"Ah...is that true...?"

"Why would I lie?"

I think this is working. It summons the large planes again but this time the planes are surrounded by narrow green auras and the smoke trails aren't moving. Curiosity has me touching the green and finding it does two things. One, it doesn't hurt me. And two, it's blushing more excitedly. After touching four Tsunderplane is practically glowing, or it could be the headlights. And when that last sixth plane passes Tsunderplane looks away shyly and starts to give off the smell of an airport perfume counter. Maybe just one more to seal the deal.

[FLIRT selected.]

[You tell Tsunderplane it has cute winglets.]

"Awww...Those wingtip fences are so cute! Then again, on such an adorable aircraft, that's to be expected."

It loses its mind. Jetting high up and aileron rolls three times before zipping off into the distance.

[YOU WON!]

[You earned 0 XP and 60 gold.]

Damn! That's some gold! Much needed due to spending all my gold in Waterfall so long ago.

"Not my worse fight but one of the more interesting ones. Till we meet again, Tsunderplane-chan."

I wave to where I saw Tsunderplane fly off and return to my journey. However, this is short-lived once again, but not by a monster. I think this is one of the obstacles Mettaton told me about. The land is broken. Vents shoot out big gusts of steam. I think he intends for me to use these to traverse the area since there are painted red arrows on the one in front of me and the one across from it. The flaw in this plan of his is this...In trying to have seen any of this, I ended up looking down.

Sweat begins to slide down my brow, but not from the heat. My wide eyes can't look away from the high as hell drop to lava that I'm meant to cross. My body starts to tremble. My breathing harsh. I'm going into a panic.

[Snowdin: Skeleton House in present time]

That was a stressful fight to watch. The massive damage the human took at the start made it clear she had been stripped of her armor, adding harsher levels of difficulty to an already challenging task. But they know her well by this point. She's clever. She's adaptable. She's stubborn as hell. And she knows they're likely watching.

["Butterscotch Cheesecake" - All HP - Butterscotch cheesecake, one slice.]

"Mmmm...So good. Thanks, mama."

[You ate the Butterscotch Cheesecake. Your HP was maxed out.]

[HP ██████████████████████████████████████████ 40/40]

Toriel's motherly heart was swelling. This one. This was the one she believed could survive in this hell. And her non-violent victory against the Tsunderplane made it more clear that her daughter wasn't so much the child she believed her to be.

"Yeah! Way to go, pussycat!"

Grillby is at least in better spirits. He nearly torched the couch when he thought of Mettaton stripping her of her armor.

"SHE'S NOT MOVING."

True. The human had won the fight but was now frozen in place by the vents, fear dripped from her face.

"uh oh."

This got attention.

"What is wrong? Why does she not continue?"

"pap and me found this out about her when she first came out of the ruins. she's afraid of heights. and if she doesn't move soon, she'll pass out under the pressure."

"But...It's not like she can just leave. And if she falls..."

No one wanted to finish that thought.

"THE HELL...?"

Something new appears and has their attention.

"Flowey?"

[HOTLAND: LAB]

Undyne had been watching the many screens Alphys controls as part of Mettaton's live feed broadcast. Nothing had been particularly interesting, not even that bogus fight with the Tsunderplane. But then...

"The fuck...? Alphys, you seeing this?"

Of course, the lizard was scribbling like a madman on her notepad. This was something new.

"Huh...Show me what ya got, human."

The fish woman resumes watching with a hearty slurp of noddles.

[HOTLAND: LEVEL ONE]

It's happening again. My legs turn to jelly and I drop to my knees. I can't do this. I can't move. What if I fall? I don't want to burn to death. I heard it's not quick either like how movies portray it. The pain overload is what kills you. I don't want that. I ̕ca͢n̛'́t ͢de̶al͏! Í ̸c̷̨a̴n'͡t!͘

*STATIC* HELLO? DARLING? CAN YOU HEAR ME?

The earpiece Mettaton gave me goes off. But something's interfering.

*STATIC* YOU NEED TO GET GOING, DEAR. DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE STEAM. IT WON'T BURN. THOUGH YOU MIGHT GET A BIT TENDER IF YOU PLAY IN THEM TOO LONG.

T̷̵h̷́at̵̨'̧͞s̵̸͞ ́̀not ̷̕͜h́el̴͘̕p̛i̸͜ng͟!̢͟

I feel it starting. The blood dripping from my nose. Why? Why am I so weak?!

*STATIC* DARLING? COME ON. YOU NEED TO MOVE. WE HAD A DEAL.

F̴̶͢u͘͞c̶͞k͏ ͟͏̴ý̢ou ̸́a̶̕͜n҉͞d҉̛ ̶̀y͢o̡u̸͠r̸ ̧́͝d͞e̢͜ą̕l͢͝! ̨̛I͝͞͝'̶m̢҉ n̡o̡͜͝t̴ ̵҉̛m̀͏o͘͝v̴́͠i͏̀n͟͡ǵ͜!̴

Strange energy begins to crackle around me. I don't know what it is and it's freaking me out more!

"There you are..."

Life returns to me upon hearing Flowey's voice.

"You just always seem to...The hell is up with your face?!"

"B̢͢͞ŗ̡̀o̸t̡h̡͟e̵̛r͘̕͞?"

The strange energy slowly dissipates, Flowey being here is calming me down, though the sight still unnerves him.

"Easy now. Just calm down. You don't want to overtax your soul."

"S̨-̀Sơr͡ry̷.̛.͞.I.̶..͢*shaky inhale*I looked down."

Flowey moves over to me and pats my leg with a tiny vine.

"Don't worry, your big brother's here for you."

I give him a nervous smile and wipe my nose.

"So...What's wrong with my face?"

"Uh...Nothing. You look fine."

I look at him flatly.

"I have makeup on, don't I?"

"Well..."

God dang it, Mettaton.

"Fudge it. As long as I'm not dolled up like a clown, ignore it. Right now I need help."

"Fine with me, but first...I want an apology for that stunt at the bar."

I nod.

"I'm sorry. It was a dirty move. But..."

He pouts.

"You wanted to talk to him without me butting in."

I claw the ground.

"...There are things I still can't tell you."

"When? When can you open up to me?"

"Soon. Lots of stuff I know is in pieces. I just need to figure out how it all fits to understand."

"Like what?"

"Well for starters...Getting through this crap."

Flowey looks out at the vents.

"You really can't do this?"

"No. My acrophobia, paranoia, vertigo, and lack of self-confidence prevents it."

"Sheesh. At least your honest."

I sit on my heels and slap my face a few times, trying to psych myself out.

"The body and mind both have their own ways of keeping themselves safe. Even if one of them is tricking the other. My body won't move if my brain keeps telling it no because it feels in danger."

"Hmmm...And I take it you're not up for that blindfold idea again."

I look at him confused.

"Over lava?!"

He sighs.

"Yeah, fair enough."

This sucks.

"Oh! I got an idea. What if I carry you over?"

Flower-goat-boy say what?

"Not to put you down, bro, but I ain't exactly light and I don't want you to hurt yourself trying."

He winks.

"Trust me. I'm stronger than you think."

I don't doubt you, I'm more worried I'll freak out if he does. But what choice do I have? Sit her forever or move forward.

"Okay. But not yet."

"Huh?"

I feel the ground again.

"This is rock and yet you're moving through it..."

"Yeah?"

"Can you scout ahead through this vent thing? Tell me if other monsters or crap is hiding?"

He nods.

"Can do."

He sinks into the ground. Here's hoping he stays out of sight of any hostiles. A few times I see his petal head pop up from time to time, but in areas I can't see I get a bit shook. Especially when he's out of sight for too long. I count the seconds between each puff of steam, giving up because it's too fast. A small rumble off to my side, part of Flowey's stem is protruding but seems to be having trouble coming out. With some wiggling and what looks like some tugging, he emerges yet only partly.

"*strain* H-Hey...I found something you can use."

I'm curious. I help chip some ground away and something metal appears. Looping my finger through a hole, I help him pull this mystery thing out and wow it puts up quite the struggle. With a final double pull from the both of us, the object reveals itself...a frying pan?

"The hell...?"

"I found it at one of the areas off over there. It once belonged to a human that fell a long time ago."

All this mismatch stuff. What were the humans that fell before even doing to fall with such stuff? Whatever, an item gained is better than no items at all.

[You equipped the Nasty Pan.]

[You gain 10 Attack.]

[You don't know if it's covered in old food or gore. Either way, the damage is rather consistent. Consumables items will heal 4 more HP.]

"Damn. Was really hoping for some defense boost."

"Sorry. How uneven does this make your stats now?"

"See for yourself."

He's confused till he CHECKs me.

[Lynsie - LV:1 - HP: 40 ATK: 30 DEF: 11 - Too nice for her own good.]

"What the...? What happened?!"

I stand and stretch.

"I got mugged."

He frowns.

"The robot?"

I answer with a nod and change the line of chatter to current events.

"Was there anyone out there?"

He shakes his head.

"At least that's some good news. So how do we do this?"

He moves back, over to where the path sort-of splits.

"This way."

With no other moves, I follow him to a spot where a vent is missing and he points to the land across it.

"Over there is the exit. If you can not freak out, I should be able to take you over there."

My spine shivers.

"Are you certain you can lift me over? That's at least a ten-foot gap, give or take."

"Trust me. I know what I'm capable of."

I swallow what little courage I have and shut my eyes tight.

"Please, make it quick."

"Don't worry, I got you."

There's silence for a bit. Then something slithers under then over my shoulders and slinks to wrap around my waist. I want to look but when my feet leave the ground my entire body clenches.

"Easy now. No sudden moves."

That doesn't help.

I do my best to block out everything. Like the feel of wind brushing past and intense heat that wafts up from below. My nerves are threatening to go off again. The instant I can feel a foot touch anything solid my eyes shoot open.

"See? Told you I could do it."

He's already on this side with me. Probably moved here first then reached over and carried my dumb frightened ass over. Bless you, super flower-goat-boy! The vines release and I'm once more on terra firma. I use this moment to hug Flowey.

"Thank you!"

He chuckles and now it's two going through Mettaton's show. If only I didn't leave my bag at home. Then he'd be riding with me. Then again, Mettaton would've taken that too and really screwed me over.

FINALLY. AS TOUCHING AS THAT WAS, DARLING, YOU NEED TO GET MOVING. WE'RE ALREADY BEHIND SCHEDULE AS IT IS.

I pop my neck and nod. The sooner I get through this the sooner it ends and we can go home.

"You okay with following me in case of other bull?"

"Oh yeah. You're going to need me. There are more vents past this.

I groan and silently curse everything before walking. Upon entering the north path past the steam vents, we come across another path made of pipework that veers to the right. This would be super chill if it weren't for the freaking lasers!

"This shouldn't be a big deal."

I look down at Flowey funny.

"Dude...Do you not see the lasers?"

He shakes his head.

"Don't think of them like you think they are. Those are made with magic energy. You remember what I told you about orange and light blue magic, don't you?"

It takes a second for that to click in my head. My small smirk lets him know I'm not completely stupid.

"See you on the other side."

He retreats to the ground and has to move through that, not like he can go through metal shit. So I take on this obstacle. There are nine lasers in total that go the order of orange, orange, cyan, orange, cyan, orange, cyan, cyan, and orange, with the cyan ones moving around. So by the logic of magic properties, I move through the orange ones and pause for the cyan ones till it's safe to keep going. In no time I'm at the end, a large metal pillar has a big red switch and out of spite I flip it. This effectively turns the laser off. Sweet! That was easy. Onward I go. The path veers upward and, can you guess, has more of those damn vents. A base one that changes directions, a one on the left and right side as well as in front. The path wants me to go forward but is blocked by a locked door. No doubt each side has a puzzle that opens each lock. Gotta love real-life video game logic.

"Not so bad, right?"

Speaks the emerging flora to my right.

"Still in one piece."

I joke to myself to keep the dumb side of me from saying something to jinx me.

"Need another lift?"

Looking at the gap between vents, it's not so evil as the first ones, maybe about four or five feet.

"I think I can manage this one."

He's relieved, thinking I'm being a big girl and fighting my fear.

"Great! I knew you could...wait...What are you...?!"

Don't think. Just act. Fear can't affect you if you don't realize it's there.

I take a short sprint and make nice bound over to where he's at. He's rather confused.

"The hell? What about your phobia?"

"Easy...Didn't think about it."

I head for the puzzle and he's flabbergasted.

"Wha...but...You still could've used the vents!"

"Nope!"

He catches up to me as I get distracted looking at two monsters sitting at the cliff's edge.

"You scare me something."

"How do you think I feel? I scare myself and I'm the one doing it."

There's a room nearby but these two just pull my attention. There's what appears to be a pale-green dragon in a black business suit and slick shade, like some sort of scaly lawyer. A black wisp-like monsters that reminds me of Grillby, even sporting glasses, in a gray tank-top and red pants drinking something steaming hot, dude looks chill in this heat. They don't seem to notice us and I can hardly hear bits of their chit chat. Something about how they're glad that the reactivated puzzles are preventing them from progressing as they do not want to go to work. They are also muttering some other stuff but I head for the room before they see this random human.

Inside the puzzle room, I'm met by two things. The puzzle itself and a disembodied fox head wearing sunglasses. The fuck am I tripping on?!

"The door leading through the area is closed?"

Dear God, it bounces as it talks and speaks with an upward inflection like valley speak! It hurts my brain. Good news, it has no clue what I am. Yay!

"So I tried the puzzle? But I kept running out of ammo, and it kept restarting?"

"...Bummer."

"And my two co-workers won't help? It's like they don't even wanna go to work?"

"Harsh."

"Why don't you try? Try using the console?"

I shrug and give this thing a little checking out. No real help from the fox so maybe the puzzle will tell me what to do. Oh, look! The convenient "?" icon is super tiny and hidden in the corner while also being somewhat the same color as the background. That's not a dick move, oh no, not in the slightest.

(Shoot the opposing ship!)

(Move the boxes to complete your mission.)

Okay, that's useful. Let's see...Four immovable blocks, two movable ones, and two open spaces. The immovable blocks are in each corner and the movable ones are in my way. And to top it all off, I get only two shots. Scoot the two away, shoot, and puzzle solved.

(CONGRATULATIONS!)

That's one done, another to go.

"Wow? You solved it? I'm impressed? You must be a total nerd?"

...Jackass.

Leaving the room has Flowey grabbing my wrist with a vine and tugging me to get moving.

"Bro, chill, what's wrong?"

"I heard them talking. They've been watching Mettaton's broadcast on their phones."

Yeah, that's our cue to skedaddle.

"Please use the vents this time."

I speed past him much to his chagrin.

"Screw...the...rules!"

I shout with each leap taken. I know deep down he wants to call me dumb and yet I'm kinda proud I'm able to forget about the incredibly high path we're treading that drops into freaking lava. He rejoins me as a non-moving cyan laser seemingly impedes my progress. However, it's waist level in height and nothing is stopping me from crawling underneath it.

"Wow."

"I know, right?"

Like on the right side, the left has the puzzle room and two monsters just hanging out on the cliff. These two monster girls are wearing what look like red and black Japanese school uniforms. The fuck? Not sure what's weirder, everyone's bravery by being that close to death or how the hell they got those clothes. Either way, one girl is purple with possible tentacle hair and has red eyes with black sclera, she is so clearly a tom-boy with her red back facing cap and skateboard. While the other girl is made up of lime green flame and gives off this way too innocent vibe for being here and with the bad-girl. Hotland does seem more and more to be Grillby's former home. How many more fire elementals live here?

"You think the laser has them stuck here?"

"Maybe. I know I wouldn't crawl on the floor with a skirt like that."

I enter the room and thankfully there's no head laying around that speaks in headache-inducing jabber. Let's see...Are the rules the same?

(Shoot the opposing ship!)

(Move the boxes to complete your mission.)

Yep. Same rules but different layout. Five immovable blocks, six movable ones, and five open spaces. The three immovable ones are in corners, one is above a corner, and the last is touching the corner of a corner block. And once more I get two shots. The movable blocks from a backward jacked letter C. This one is a bit more complex. The majority of the blocks move in one push. I have to try this a few times before I'm able to have it clear enough to shoot through one block and then the target.

(CONGRATULATIONS!)

If my calculations are correct, the door should be open now and further progress can be made. I leave the room and notice the laser is off. Flowey is also nowhere to be seen, probably due to the girls having moved from their original spot.

"Finally! Someone turned off that laser!"

Don't thank me, I'm just awesome.

"Now that we're free we can... Well, uh, I guess we'll just keep standing here."

"Hm? Nice try, but your loitering technique still needs work."

They chat with themselves. Great time to be invisible.

"Loitering around... What's the point?"

"Beats being in school. Why should we bother going to school, anyway...? What's the point in learning how to make a buncha puzzles? There's GOTTA be a way to cancel school."

"But isn't it summer vacation?"

"...Auuuugh! This world's got no future!"

A bit overly dramatic. Whatever. Back to business. I rush to make my final leap and almost trip on the pipework floor. Yeah...Not gonna be doing this jump thing anymore. Lost my nerve for it. Motion activates the door and it slides opens into the rock.

"Okay, Metta...Here I come."

Going through the door leads me to a small bit of land that turns to the right and three widely spaced vents in a row to reach the next...Is that kitchen linoleum? I can't be seeing that right.

"Seems like you have no choice this time."

Flowey appears.

"Can't at least hurl me across?"

He shakes his head.

"I can't support carrying you that far and I'm not risking you falling to death."

"Yeah, my luck as of late would be that level of crap."

I smack myself a few times to ready my timid nerves.

"Any words of wisdom before I do this?"

He thinks for a moment.

"Beware of chainsaws."

"What?!"

He sinks into the ground and I internally scream...Fuck my life!

Stepping onto the vent blocks the steam for a bit. The building pressure launches me from one vent to the next. By the time I reach solid ground I'm about ready to vomit my still-beating heart out.

"I hate heights!"

I'm gonna punch him. I swear, even if it breaks my hands, I will beat the shit out of Mettaton for this.

Still shaken I crawl my way into the next area. It's very weird. As if the linoleum wasn't odd, I'm now in what looks like a kitchen set. Oh...Oh god no...This can't mean...

"Don't tell me this is what I think it is."

As if on cue, low and behold, my metal master of moronic mayhem hovers down from the heavens wearing a chef's hat.

"OHHHH YES! WELCOME, DASTARDLIES, TO THE UNDERGROUND'S PREMIER COOKING SHOW!"

(Cooking with a Killer Robot)

"PRE-HEAT YOUR OVENS, BECAUSE WE'VE GOT A VERY SPECIAL RECIPE FOR YOU TODAY! WE'RE GOING TO BE MAKING...A CAKE! DEVIL'S FOOD CAKE TO BE EXACT."

Two of his hands stretch out and grab me, despite my pointless clawing at the floor, to present me to cameras I can't see.

"MY LOVELY ASSISTANT HERE WILL GATHER THE INGREDIENTS. EVERYONE GIVE THEM A BIG HAND!"

An applause sound effect goes off as well as confetti falls. I glare at myself.

"*mutter* You better have my stuff as promised or I will purposefully make sure your ratings bomb."

He pulls me in so only I hear him.

"*WHISPER* DO THAT AND YOU CAN KISS YOUR ITEMS GOODBYE."

I snort a huff and try to put on a smile. This seems to be what he wants.

"WE'LL NEED SUGAR, MILK, FLOUR, CHOCOLATE, AND EGGS. GO FOR IT, SWEETHEART!"

He's being overly flashy and fantastic. I should play along...but I'm too pissy and bitter. Plus calling me sweetheart irks me. You want a nice human? I'll be so sweet your blood sugar will spike!

"*giggles* Golly-gee. Thanks for having me on your show, Mr. Mettaton. Let's make the bestest best cake ever!"

This is stooping to new levels of pettiness that I might want to find a therapist for later. I'm pushing for a nearly unbelievable level of childish innocence as I scope the set and gather ingredients. All the while he watches every little skip and mean-spirited twirl I make before bring it all back to him a dopey smile.

"All done, Mr. Mettaton. This is going to be the most choco-lickity-yummiest cake in the universe!"

He puts two of his hands together and one on my head before sighing.

"DARLING...I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, I REALLY DO. BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE AUDIENCE, COULD YOU LOWER THE CUTE DOWN A BIT?"

I give the puppy dog eyes.

"Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong?"

He flinches and without thinking he slams my head into the counter. I roar and cover my face, trying not to burst into a hurricane of swears while he goes about the show.

"PERFECT! GREAT JOB, BEAUTIFUL! WE'VE GOT ALL OF THE INGREDIENTS WE NEED TO BAKE THE CAKE! MILK... SUGAR... FLOUR... CHOCOLATE... EGGS..."

He gasps suddenly while I check if my nose is broken. Good news, it's not.

"OH MY! WAIT A MAGNIFICENT MOMENT! HOW COULD I FORGET! WE'RE MISSING THE MOST IMPORTANT INGREDIENT!"

I wipe a small bit of blood off my forehead.

"And what ingredient is that? This was everything you told me to get."

Some of my attitude is coming out but not too much.

"WHY, IT'S NOTHING WE HAVE TO GO SEARCHING FOR. YOU BROUGHT IT HERE WITH YOU."

I look at him funny until I see him pulling two chainsaws out from under the counter.

"A HUMAN SOUL!"

My heart sinks as he revs them up. Yet when he begins to do a slow methodical approach...My brain remembers to do one of my many pointless talents. Poking holes things with needless but true knowledge.

"Objection!"

The nerd in me is giddy for being able to make him pause with that.

"YES?"

I slap the counter.

"This recipe is bogus. What kind of cake calls for an ingredient that is so rare and priceless as a human soul? I submit my dumb argument, because I'm willing to admit the idiocy of saying this, that a human soul would serve a far greater purpose than being used for baked goods. Such as breaking the barrier. What say you, Metta? Do you have anything to back up your reasoning to use my soul in this cake?"

I wonder if Napsablook has an emulator on his PC? I want to play Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney now.

His screen blinks a little in thought. Before one of his arms leaves the murder weapon to go somewhere off set and return to put a can on the counter.

"...What is that?"

"THAT, MY DEAR, IS MTT-BRAND ALWAYS-CONVENIENT HUMAN-SOUL-FLAVOR-SUBSTITUTE! AVAILABLE AT ANY OF MY FINE RETAIL MARKETS! PROOF THAT THIS IS SOMETHING RATHER COMMON DOWN HERE AND THEREFORE, NOT A COMPLETELY UNREASONABLE IDEA AS TO WHY USE OF YOUR SOUL WOULD BE IN COOKING."

I stare dumbfounded at this can.

"This...This thing holds stuff that tastes like a human soul?"

He turns one chainsaw off and leans on it like a villain does with a cane.

"IT IS WHAT IT IS, DARLING. THE LABEL DOESN'T LIE. I SELL ONLY THE BEST. AND I GUARANTEE, IF YOU TRY IT, YOU'D NEVER KNOW THE DIFFERENCE."

My mouth opens but nothing comes out. I put my hands together, hold them to my face, and ponder the meaning of life."

"Metta, my dude...This is some messed up stuff right here."

"HOW SO?"

I sigh through my nose and lose my ability to be subtle.

"You do know that souls can be used as sexual organs, right?"

He slips from his cool pose in shock.

"DARLING! CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY! THIS IS LIVE AND KIDS MIGHT BE WATCHING."

"Do not change the subject by insinuating children don't have the ability to understand. Kids are always learning and they find things out quicker than others give credit. Such as their body's and, because it's a monster's core, soul. You can not expect me to believe that knowledge of that caliber is unknown."

I grab the can harshly.

"Knowing that, the fact this can exists and as you claim is indistinguishable from the real deal, it insinuates that you or someone else on your staff knows what a human soul tastes like. Meaning...Someone has had oral sex with a human soul."

He falls over at my accusations. Chainsaws long forgotten. But I'm not done.

"Further more, this can opens a can of worms in its implications. Forgive my armature knowledge on the subject, but in the old myths above, there is no mention of monsters feeding on human souls. Such things usually are connected to demons. So this concept is either new to the Underground or you're making it up purely for this show!"

My head is swimming with weird thoughts and I'm unable to keep them to myself.

"Fearing that the humans would one day turn on monster kind and slaughter their people, absorb their few boss souls and become dominant over them, the monsters decided to launch a preemptive strike. That's what the old text said, but...If this feeding on souls it true..."

I glare at the can, not liking the thoughts it's making me get.

"Then humans had a reason to seal you away."

Those words are bitter and I spit them getting angry, squeezing the can with force.

"Tell me I'm wrong."

It crunches, metal splitting to cut into my hand before furiously throwing it at the fake window behind us.

"Tell me I'm wrong! Don't make me feel bad for humanity!"

I'm physically shaking. My rage tapering on the verge. It's not even towards anyone. How can it? What's in the past is there forever. But this...Don't tell me this is real and in the present.

"Please..."

I lick my hand, trying to focus on the sting and hint of copper to calm me down. Finally able to recover, Mettaton dusts himself off. Taking note of my behavior and picking his words carefully.

"WOW, DARLING. SUCH RAW EMOTION. THE PASSION. FEAR. ANGER. AND DESPERATION. IT'S PERFECT IN EVERY WAY!"

A low snarl from me reminds him that I'm in no mood for his fabulous side.

"BUT TO ANSWER YOUR RATHER INTERESTING QUERY...NO. IT'S NOT TRUE."

A small sensation of relief begins to hit me as he opens a compartment under his screen and pulls out a small advertisement poster.

"I FIGURED THIS IDEA WOULD WORK MAINLY BECAUSE..."

He lightly touches my face.

"YOU'RE SWEETER THAN ANY DESERT~."

With the whole 'about to kill me' and fucked up line of thought thing that happened seconds ago, his little flirt has no effect and I slap his hand away. He's taken by this yet keeps his composer.

"BUT I SEE NOW THAT WAS FOOLISH. USING YOU IN A SIMPLE COOKING SHOW WAS A MASSIVE UNDERESTIMATION. ESPECIALLY TO PROMOTE MY NEWEST PRODUCT."

He crumbs the add and tosses it away.

"BUT AFTER THAT SCENE, I CAN KISS THOSE SALES GOODBYE. IT WAS WORTH A SHOT THOUGH. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT WORKS WITHOUT TAKING RISKS."

I am so done with all of this it ain't even funny.

"YET THIS WASN'T A TOTAL LOST. I LEARNED YOU HAVE A REAL TALENT."

I eye him cautiously, getting the bleeding to at last stop.

"CLEARLY A COURTROOM DRAMA IS PERFECT FOR YOU!"

I hate my luck.

"I NEED TO MAKE SOME CALLS! GET A SET MADE! OOOOOH! THE SCANDALOUS SCRIPT IDEAS I HAVE!"

"I think you're jumping the gun a bit early on this."

He puts a finger to my lips.

"NOT NOW, DARLING, I'M WORKING."

I gesture to where I assume a camera is that he's nuts.

[RING-RING]

His phone goes off.

"THIS BETTER BE IMPORTANT! I'M ON AIR RIGHT NOW!"

Damn it. I can't hear the caller.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE WON'T MOVE?! YOU TELL HER..."

He's cut off.

"W-WHAT?! HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE LEFT? ...JUST YOU?! DAMN IT, BUGERPANTS, SO HELP ME IF THIS IS A PLOY TO GET OUT OF YOUR SHIFT..."

While he's distracted, I use this time to move the chainsaws away and out of sight. No need for them to come back into play.

"WAIT...SAY THAT LAST PART AGAIN. ARE YOU CERTAIN IT'S HIS POST?"

Post? What post? Who's post?

"*HUFF* FINE. RETURN TO YOUR POST. I'LL DEAL WITH THIS MYSELF."

He hangs up and is not too happy.

"*MUMBLE* DAMN SPIDER AND HER STUPID PET, KILLS MY MINIONS AND STILL DENIES MY BUSINESS DEALS!"

"You okay?"

My voice snaps him out of his thoughts and he calms down.

"UM...A CHANGE IN PLANS HAS COME UP. YES! DUE TO SOME SET ISSUES AND TIME CONSTRAINTS, OUR SHOW RUNS ON A STRICT SCHEDULE YOU KNOW, I'M GOING TO PERSONALLY DROP YOU OFF AT THE NEXT LEG OF THE GAUNTLET."

Well, that sounds like a load of bullshit. But my dumb brain has to dumb brain.

"So what you're telling me is we're not even going to finish this segment by making the damn cake?"

He pulls me into an uncomfortable side embrace.

"I KNOW, IT'S HEARTBREAKING. BUT YOU SHOULD'VE MOVED FASTER AT THE START OF ALL THIS."

"I have a fear of heights!"

"NOW WE'LL JUST HAVE TO LIVE WITH NOT KNOWING HOW GOOD THE CAKE COULD'VE BEEN."

"Don't ignore me."

"OR HOW MUCH MORE DELICIOUS IT COULD BE IF EATEN OFF MY BODY."

"The fuck did you say?!"

"BUT COME ON, DARLING, I'M ONLY MESSING WITH YOU AND OUR MALICIOUS VIEWERS. HAVEN'T YOU EVER SEEN A COOKING SHOW BEFORE? I ALREADY BAKED THE CAKE AHEAD OF TIME! SO FORGET IT! BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY OF IT!"

"Is the screaming in my ear necessary?"

"WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! RIGHT ABOUT NOW IS WHEN WE HAVE OUR COMMERCIAL BREAK! SO STAY TUNED TO THAT SCREEN AND CONTINUE WATCHING AS OUR DEAR DARLING DARES TO DART FORTH INTO DANGER ONCE MORE!"

"Can you at least tell me I don't have to do any more vent platforming?"

"SORRY, BUT I'D BE LYING IF I DID."

I start trying to swear but I end up roaring out in meek frustration.

"SEE YOU ALL AGAIN REAL SOON."

A few seconds go by and he lets me go.

"OKAY, WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME..."

He moves to the sink and opens the cabinets under it.

"WE HAD A DEAL. DESPITE THAT LITTLE SHOW YOU PUT ON, I AM IF ANYTHING A MONSTER OF MY WORD."

He tosses me a bag with his face on it. Taking the hint, I open it and find my missing gear. Though...no phone. I take this small victory without a fight. I'm fairly certain I know who has it anyway. That cat is so getting skinned. I equip my items and CHECK my stats.

[ HP: 40 ATK: 45 DEF: 27]

"Someday, I swear my defense will be decent, damn it!"

"ALL SET?"

I may look ridiculous with all this all but it's not like I was a supermodel before.

"Yeah, I'm good. Thank you."

"UM..."

"What?"

"I WANT TO APOLOGIZE."

I scoff.

"Forget it."

"NO. I...WHAT I DID WAS STUPID. I SKIMMED OVER THINGS AND WASN'T EXPECTING HOW YOU'D REACT. A GOOD SHOWMAN IS MORE PREPARED AND KNOWS HIS CAST BETTER. FOR THAT...I'M SORRY"

No matter the mood I might be in, I know how hard it is to swallow one's pride and admit a wrong. I just wish he wasn't such a flip-flopper because this personality switching is making it difficult to trust him fully.

"*sigh* ...I forgive you. But don't ever pull that kind of crap again. Got it? I like you monsters. I like being here. I don't want to feel bad for my kind and see THIS punishment as justified."

He nods, or what I take as the equivalent to one for a guy without a neck. With that now all said and done he once again snatches me into his arms and he blasts off like a rocket. Where to? No damn clue.

[HOTLAND: LAB]

"Well, that was disappointing. Freaky, but disappointing."

Undyne collects another bowel to enjoy.

"Not his best move. That's for sure. All that controversial fuss."

Alphys had cut the feed but was still viewing the robot and human.

"Yeah. He didn't even use those chainsaws. Such a wasted opportunity."

"Still, the way she interpreted all that from a simple can of spice...And that reaction..."

Theories were coming to Alphys.

"Definitely something to remember for future use."

Undyne takes a long slurp of ramen.

"It's a freak, Alphys. Plain and simple."

Alphys's companion's lack of imagination made her sneer.

"At least he's prolonging her activity. That provides data. And that's all that matters."

Undyne rolls her eye.

"Still...I wonder what that phone call was about?"

Alphys, being the one that sees all, knows the answer to that question. She just finds it more interesting to see if her hot fish friend can figure it out for herself. Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.

[Snowdin: Skeleton House in present time]

They weren't sure what they just watched. Such a strange buildup and quickly smothered show. Sure this wasn't over but no one honestly thought that second showing was going to be over in about twelve minutes. Still...The lingering questions remained when the commercials played.

"This is nerve-wracking."

"I know. But at least there's some good news. He's moving her further. She'll be done faster."

"I suppose that is true."

"OR SHE'LL BE KILLED QUICKER."

Toriel and Grillby glare at Papyrus.

"WHAT? I'M BEING REALISTIC BY SAYING THE OPTION YOU'RE IGNORING."

The glares and fire strengthen.

Papyrus takes the hint and walks away. Maybe Sans had some sort of idea and won't want to beat the shit out of him as the others do.

"you need to work on your people skills, bro."

He growls but that's it.

"i got an idea as to what happened near the end."

"REALLY?"

"yeah. i think someone tipped him off about my post there."

"YOU SURE?"

"got no other clue as to why he'd move her himself and not let her walk."

"HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK HE'LL HAVE HER SKIP?"

"who's to say? i only know what i can see from my post. and it ain't much."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY POSTS?"

"do ya know anybody else that can teleport?"

"...GOOD POINT."

"you sound underwhelmed."

"I DON'T KNOW...I JUST DON'T SEE IT. YOU WORKING THAT MUCH? IT'S WEIRD."

"if it makes it less weird, i sell hot dogs at those stations."

"THAT...THAT MAKES MORE SENSE."

The television flickers suddenly. The commercials end and the human is back onscreen. Her exact location is odd in that there doesn't seem to be a path to leave on. There's a signpost they can't read and random cacti. Among the positives, she is sporting her equipables again and thus have her stats boosted. On the negative side...she isn't there alone for very long.

[demonboidies]

𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 - 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀

pt. 3

word count: 1, 802

●WARNING: mention of several mental illnesses (eating disorders, depression, anxiety, psychotic disorders, OCD, alcohol abuse, and more) I do not go into deep detail of each, more so simply mentioning the names, but if you are easily triggered please don't read. the reason I am mentioning these illnesses is because the boys(in my ff) suffer from several of them. all the mental illnesses mentioned in this chapter and their corresponding member are not based on true facts or actual evidence. this is fictional.●

"ah, well i graduated from college a while ago. majored in world language, i had this crazy dream of being a translator. but i obviously don't do that, although i've recently applied to several companies, i haven't heard from any." you ended with a neutral smile, making eye contact with the oldest who was nodding in understanding. "but i asked Jungkook which classes he took, since he still is a youngling."

you chuckle at your wording, along with the others. Hoseok even ruffling the man's hair teasingly.

"uhm, i do programming, computer stuff...yeah, it's nothing interesting like the arts b-but it's what i d-do best." a weak smile was on his lips and you chuckle softly.

"no, that sounds cute. you seem to be like a tech nerd, please take no offense. i mean to compliment you." you said, saving your mistake last second. even if they were younger than you, the level of respect and professionalism still had to be present between all of you.

red was painted across jungkook's face...he was cute to you? taehyung and jimin clenched the utensils on their hands, annoyed with how jungkook unknowingly one upped them. yoongi and hoseok sent glares to jungkook. namjoon and jin simply smiled, although they were fuming internally.

"oh, thank you..."

you nodded, biting into the food present in front of you. the taste was extravagant, even if it was a simple dish.

"my gosh, who made this? it is delicious." you moaned out, wiping your mouth. "this is so good, and home made?"

"that would be me, darling. and of course, home made. i like being able to overlook the food the boys eat, make sure they get their nutrients and stuff. i try to limit the amount of time they eat out,but sometimes i can't control it. especially if i'm in another country." you nodded impressed with the subtle fact he dropped, whether he did it on purpose or not.

"what do you guys do? i'm intrigued now with your professions." you said, resting your heaad on your hand.

"well, i graduated already...but i run my own dance studio. you should stop by sometime! we've won a couple awards, i'm very proud of my students!" hoseok smiles wide, and you could easily tell how much dance meant to him.

"i'm taking online classes for psychology. going to college is such a hassle, online is so much easier." namjoon says with a heavy sigh which you jokingly cheers to. making the males laugh at your humor.

"we, my friend, are on the same page!" you said and he laughed, making you smile widely.

"i produce music. i post my works on soundcloud...i promise i'm not like every other soundcloud rapper. i actually care about what i make, rather than the views it'll give me. i also have interest in photography, but tae is much better than me." yoongi was quiet and fidgeting when he saw the gaze of you on him. but at his last statement, you pouted a bit.

"i'm sure you two have your own styles and qualities in your work. also i've never met a producer before, i look forward to listening to your work as your career prgresses." you smiled kindly at him and he ducked his down to hide his blush. you chuckle before moving your gaze to the eldest at the table.

"oh, my turn. about time~" the boys scoffed and his attitude when you chuckled, at ease in his presence. "i mainly stay at home and do work in my office, but when push comes to shove i do have to leave the country. i'm heir to my father's company, so i have to take responsibility sometimes...and you must be wondering. so i'll answer the question now. the reason why i'm in this wheelchair is because i was in a bad accident when i was young." he nodded solemnly, although he was smiling weakly. there was a silence as you took the words in. "thank God my face was spared though."

he cupped his cheek, initiating a innocent look as everyone broke into a smile, looking over to the man with a wonder.

how could someone be so positive after such a horrific event? which was what you were thinking.

but the rest of the boys simply sighed in relief at their hyung. he was always a good liar. and they were lucky you were completely politely innocent and oblivious to their hyung's lie. he had lied more than once to you already, cheeky person he was

"yes, your face was surely spared." you said joining in with the joke.

the rest of the dinner consisted of you bonding over little things. your love for all kinds of games (including pranks) was shared with jungkook, love for animal life with namjoon, sleep with yoongi, culinary with jin, free expression with hoseok, puppies and dogs with taehyung, and family and friends with jimin. the general direction of every conversation was satisfying as it ended with everyone having a smile on their faces.

you had helped clean up, already beginning your new task as a house maid/nurse. "so what would like me to focus on as my first days?" you asked after everything was cleaned. the youngest had to go to their rooms, to begin getting ready for bed since they had school tomorrow. all their classes were in the morning which was fortunate for you since you would be driving them there from now on...and it didn't seem like fun to constantly drive back to the house and then to the university.

namjoon, who was standing in front of you, moved to the study table in the living room, and took a Manila folders into his hands. it seemed like a thick stack of papers and as you looked closer, there were a total of 7.

"no formal work, but all 7 of us saw it appropriate to give you an introduction to our needs. what exactly is wrong with us, y'know? we trust you're experience enough for this so we are confident you'll do just fine."

you took the stack of papers and thanked him. you walked through the house to find your room, which hoseok had shown you right after dinner was finished, and you still marveled at the sight.

it was a grand gray and white minimalistic bedroom with a huge bed in the center. there was also a large ledge with a window that you could sit on to see the night sky. you maneuvered your way over to the study table, turning the lap on to begin "studying" the males.

●𝖐𝖎𝖒 𝖘𝖊𝖔𝖐𝖏𝖎𝖓 / kim seokjin

disabilities/disorders: unable to move bottom half of body, a light case of schizophrenia, requires special attention on getting ready in the morning (may include dressing and showering)

meds: need daily dose for schizophrenia

your brows furrowed. that existed? you knew schizophrenia existed, but meaning a light case would specifically show what? you just shrugged and decided to what the papers were saying.

●𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎 / min yoongi

disabilities/disorders: OCD, severe depression, social anxiety, prone to panic and anxiety attacks in a crowd of many people, values his personal space-do not enter his personal bubble unless asked

meds: needs dose for OCD, depression

you nodded slowly, understanding the conditions and seeing the familiar names once again. you've had patients like him before, but everyone is different, so you will still be careful.

●𝖏𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖔𝖐 / jung hoseok

disabilities/disorders: bipolar disorder, ADHD, OCD, fits of anger are dangerous, act hostile in any case and alert one of the other tenants immediately

meds: dose for ADHD & OCD

sudden shortness of his list made you a bit hopeful that taking care of 7 males wouldn't be as hard as it seemed. then again, you willingly signed up for this so you shouldn't be complaining in any way.

●𝖐𝖎𝖒 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓 / kim namjoon

disabilities/disorders: depression, OCD, past with alcohol abuse (currently in rehab)

meds: dose for depression and OCD

you pouted slightly, only being able to imagine how hard it must be to recover from alcoholism. and it was saddening to see such an intellectual and kind person such as Namjoon suffer from the mental illness, although that could be said about everyone you had previously read.

●𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖏𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓 / park jimin

disabilities/disorders: ARFID, anxiety, prone to panic and anxiety attacks

meds: none

reading the single line you let yourself think of the moment he introduced himself. he was enthusiastic about meeting you, it made you smile at the memory. you were suddenly thankful for getting such a sweet and honey-like expression out of the man.

●𝖐𝖎𝖒 𝖙𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓𝖌 / kim taehyung

disabilities/disorders: OCD, ADD, brief psychotic disorder - periods are short and caused by stress, not dangerous unless triggered by something you do or say

meds: dose for OCD, ADD, and best if given sleep meds during pyschotic episodes

you nodded slowly, understanding and keeping the directions in the back of your mind.

●𝖏𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖏𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖔𝖔𝖐 / jeon jungkook

disabilities/disorders: DID, psychotic, anxiety

meds: dose to limit psychotic episodes

the 3 things on the list made your eyebrows furrow. the 3 seemed to make a terrible combination and you began thinking of how calm Jungkook was before. You hoped you wouldn't encounter any bad alters of Jungkook, if he had any bad ones. and, honestly, you were a bit uneducated in the DID field, so you were determined to learn more tonight with the help of the internet.

and the last sheet in each file were filed letters to make sure you caught it :

THEY SHOULD NEVER BE KEPT UNSUPERVISED FOR A LONG TIME. MEDICATION IS IN THE CABINET IN YOUR ROOM WITH PADLOCK TO AVOID OVERDOSES. THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND COMPLIANCE.

you took the words seriously, seeing the urgency in the message. shutting the folders, you stacked all of them in one pile and moved to freshen up. a shower was needed as you climbed into the steaming bathroom. after washing yourself, you climbed into bed and soon you were falling asleep. you fell asleep thinking about how tomorrow would be your first day of your new job.

a/n- thank you so much for the support of this book!!! I hope you guys stay tuned and enjoy the rest of the journey with yabdere!bts

oooh, curious question

》what other times do you think jin lied to you? hmmm?

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Simple Ch. 5 (Loki x F!Reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Tony and the Avengers are in desperate need of something like a “babysitter” to have an eye on Loki and teach him “how to human”. He decided to stay on Midgard over the dungeons of Asgard as punishment for his deeds in New York. That’s where you swoop in. A simple receptionist at the Avengers compound. You have to share an apartment in the compound with Loki and damn, he’s a really tough nut. With your open and kind character it seems that you are slowly cracking his shell. But suddenly things are getting twists that will change your life and your relationships there irreversibly.

Story rating: M

Chapter trigger warnings: mentioning of death, cancer and fatal accident

Words: 1980

5

Bruce entered the lab to see Tony pacing it up and down, absolutely scatterbrained. He never saw him like that before.

“My god, Tony, what’s wrong with you?”

“I know now why she seems so familiar to me. I never forget a face. Even if it’s only some feature of it.”

“What do you mean? I can’t follow, do you mean you knew Y/N before?”

Tony wordlessly grabbed his purse from his pocket, rummaged through it and pulled out an old, wrinkled photograph of a woman in her mid-twenties.

“Wow, she looks exactly like Y/N”

“That’s my sister.”

Bruce’s answer was nothing but an open mouth. After a few breaths all he said was “…WHAT.”

“I had a sister. I kept her and her family secret almost long enough after I found out they existed. I visited them often. I always played with Y/N in the backyard. She was an exceptional little girl, I dearly loved her, just like my sister. Her husband wasn’t that bad, too. But one day… someone found out about them. I… I wasn’t able to protect them. To protect what I loved. They were killed in a faked car accident and their house was burnt down. I thought… I thought…” He fought against the tears. “I thought I lost them all. I didn’t knew Y/N survived. If I knew… Why didn’t Kim tell me? She adopted her without telling me!!” Rage filled his heart. “She didn’t even tell her! She had the right to know! Maybe even to choose!”

“I… I really don’t know what to say. What are you gonna do? Will you tell her? You have to tell her.”

“Of course I have to. But not yet. I have to find out why Kim kept it secret from me.”

“I’m sorry, but I thought Y/N said she died a few years ago?”

Tony had to take a deep breath realizing that the best friend of his long gone sister was dead, too.

“I have to find out what’s left.”

“Tony, please let me help you! What can I do?”

Tony rushed to the door, but said to Bruce before leaving, “Think of some excuses why you would need some medical tests get run over her. Check her completely. Make sure she’s safe here while I’m gone. I’m not gonna lose her again.” He silently added to himself “She’s my whole family.”

***

You pressed yourself slightly against the door.

“You can help me with… what?” You asked Loki. He now raised his eyes to meet yours and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a knocking. You jumped away from the door. You turned around and opened it with a smile.

“Oh, hi Bruce! What’s up?

He blankly stared at you before he said, “Whoa, that was quick. I, uhm, I need you in the lab. You are here since a few days and we need to make a medical checkup on you. Just for our files.”

“And you need that now at… 1 am.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Sorry, I should have done that by yesterday but I totally got carried away by… stuff that’s not more important than your health so I really got a bad conscious right now.” He gave you a little sorry smile that was just too cute to say no to.

“Aww, you really know how to persuade a woman, Bruce.” Turning to Loki you pointed at him and said with narrowed eyes and a serious tone “We gonna talk tomorrow.” but send a small smile his way before you followed Bruce.

You sat on the cold exam table for quite a while now but it just didn’t warm up under your body.

“If that takes any longer I’ll need a blanket or something, otherwise I’ll get a cystitis on this ice block. … I get them easily.” You added after Bruce looked up from the monitors and seemed confused.

As he handed you a woolen blanket you asked, “And why are we really doing all this testing, Bruce?”

A little baffled at first, he said, “It’s obligatory. We need to know that you don’t have any conditions that weren’t discovered yet, the health system in our country is not the best, you know…”

“Ah. Yeah. Sure.” You winked at him awkwardly. “So, did JARVIS notice any irregularities in my system? He said he keeps on running medical scans over all of us all the time. Which I think is a really clever thing since literally anything could happen here.”

“No, no don’t worry Y/N. That really has no other reason than precaution.” He assured you, then drew his attention back to the monitors again.

After a while you broke the silence again, “So, you are a doctor? What did you specialize in?”

“Me? Oh, I don’t have a medical degree, but a PhD in biology. And six other PhD’s so I’m capable of doing a medical check.”

“You really got SEVEN PhD’s? My god, how does your brain even fit in there!” You laughed impressed. You jumped off the table and walked over to him.

“And this other… thing,” you said low and conspiratorial, “You got that totally under control?”

Being too concentrated on the screens he answered without looking at you, “Yeah, sure.”

You couldn’t resist to grab a pencil and poked him in the side, stepping quickly backwards and watching his face, expecting something to happen.

“Wow, nothing!”

Bruce had to laugh at your childish grin and said “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t handle pointy objects…” While he said that he looked like he remembered something and his smile changed a bit.

“Everything alright? You look concerned? Do those screens tell you I’m gonna die?”

“What? Oh, no. It’s just you reminded me of someone.”

“Oh really? Must be someone charming.” You joked as you came closer again. You watched Bruce being super concentrated, like he was in another dimension. It was calming in some way. And still, you knew this ‘obligatory check up’ was not the real reason you were here. Bruce maybe was a genius, but a really lousy liar.

***

It didn’t take Tony quite long to find out what happened to Kim. She came down with acute leukaemia five years ago and died four weeks after the diagnosis. It was really hard for him to hold back his tears, being confronted with all this hurting past. He found out where she was buried and wanted to visit her grave, flying there in his suit.

He stood in front of the modest tombstone. He laid down the flowers he bought around the corner. 

“I can’t remember if you loved tulips or hated them. But there was some kind of connection, I know for sure. … Why, Kim? Why didn’t you tell me anything? Didn’t you think the truth would find its way at some point? Why are you doing this to me? How should both of us ever cope with this?” He couldn’t stop his tears anymore. He came down on one knee, hiding his face in his hands. He heard some feet scuffing closer but didn’t bother to retain countenance. He was mildly surprised as he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He looked up and saw an old woman carrying a sad smile. And an envelope.

“You must be Tony Stark?” She said with a raspy voice, “Then this is for you. Miss Carpenter handed it to me a few days before she left us. She said, someday you would appear at her grave and then the time would be there for you to read it.”

Wordlessly Tony took the letter from her hand and she left. He went to a nearby bench and took a deep breath before he opened it.

“Dear Tony

I thought I would have time enough to tell you this in person. I really thought. But as it turned out recently, time is against me. I am so, so sorry for the loss of your sister. That she had to die similar to your parents. When it happened they only informed me since there was no official connection between you two. And I was just so pissed. She only had to die because you were related and you promised to protect her. You promised. It took me quite a while to accept that you were just a scapegoat for my grief. I am so truly sorry for that. It is not your fault. It never was and never will be, no matter what may happen. You did your best to keep her safe, them all. But the hatred of some persons can grow really strong and you’re only human after all. I know that you will carry this as your personal burden for your entire life, but let me tell you again; it is not your fault. 

I took care of Y/N because I reacted wrong to the situation and wanted to keep her away from you. I thought they would try again if they knew your sister’s girl was still alive; the girl you loved like your very own daughter. I don’t know if that was the correct way to do but she’s still alive, safe and sound, so I guess it wasn’t just that bad. I know, I should have told you. But I didn’t know how to do so. With every day it grew harder. And it seemed that Y/N would not get her memory back at all, so I didn’t want to confuse her even more, neither. I did my best to give her all she needed to become a proper young lady and I think that went really well, but I surely do not deserve credit for this. It is the Stark blood in her veins. I could see her mother in her every day, and sometimes I even saw you. She is so kind and caring, always a genuine smile on her lips. She carries a purity in her heart that is unparalleled. But she is so stubborn and perfectionist as well sometimes and gets carried away with whatever she does that takes in all her attention. She may seems shy and insecure when you first meet her, but she is the most empathic and sensitive person I’ve ever met. It’s hard to lie to her without being caught. She is now old enough to look after herself. And since she told me she would start working at your compound at the reception soon, it’ll probably won’t take you long to notice her. She’s just like a mirror of her mother.

I really hope that one day you will be able to forgive me. Not just because I’m dead, but because the rage in your heart will eventually settle. Please take care of her. Not that she would need to be cared for, but she tends to get lonely. She selects her friends very carefully and prefers to stay on her own before she spends time with people she doesn’t feel comfortable with. So, just be yourself around her. She loved you so much when she was a little girl, you don’t have to act differently now.

I am sorry. So, so sorry. For everything.

Yours, from beyond. Kim.”

Every cell in Tony’s body felt numb. He tried to process what he just read but it felt like there was grit in the gears of his brain. The giant load of emotions sent him into overdrive. He didn’t know how to even move anymore. How could he manage to look into your face and not fall apart immediately? How should he explain? How would you react? There were so many massive questions on his mind and he had absolutely no idea what would happen. He had to go. Clear his mind. Think. He got back into his suit and flew away.

Taglist: @it-jinxed-us, @humbledarkness

[monst]

Request: Toga x Fem!Reader; Fem!reader as a med school student/doctor and Toga running on a treadmill while connected to a heart monitor as part of a stress test, the stress proving too much for Toga's heart, resulting in a massive heart attack/cardiac arrest and fem!reader must revive her. Feel free to tweak this to your liking.

Flatline

Toga Himiko x Med. Student Reader

Warnings: Intense, Shitty medical Knowledge (Sorry majoring in business)

     This dead took me a while and, I’m not even gonna front I got so emotional writing this. Well I hope you like it babe.  

‘ogta Hokimi’ 

You couldn’t help but snort at the anagram of the name written on the document. You shook your head as you walked into the room where ‘Ogta’ was waiting.

“Is Miss Hokimi ready to go?” You asked the doctor.

               Dr. Fushimi was leaning onto the counter as she scribbled illegible words on her clipboard. The patient sat atop the hospital cot her dangling legs swinging. You took the time to send her a smile prompting the doctor to ask another standard question.

“Miss Hokimi this is (Name) she is a medical student interning here and, we’d like to ask if it’s okay with you if she assists in the stress test today?” The medic asked.  

“Sure!” She chirped her golden eyes curving into a smile. “There’s not problem with (Name)-chan being there.”

               Dr. Fushimi laughed at her enthusiasm and motioned for both of you to follow. In front of your superior you kept a straight face but, internally you were rolling your eyes so hard they rammed into your brain. You had told her to act like you didn’t know each other. You maintained an air of professionalism as you felt ‘Ogta’ grip onto the sleeve of your medical scrub.  You didn’t make a move to shrug her off but, you did look over at her.

‘What?’ You mouthed.

‘You look so cool in your medical clothes!’ She ‘replied’.

‘Whatever…’ You ‘said’ your face growing warm.

               “And, here we are.” The doctor announced as she opened the door for you both. With your silent conversation cut off you walked over to Joe the technician that would be placing the electrodes on ‘Ogta’. The graying haired man gifted you a grin before introducing himself to the patient. You decided to take a seat as Joe attached the sticky pads to the blonde girl’s chest, arms and, legs.

“Okay sweetheart we’re just gonna connect you to this here do-hicky, this is what’s going to record the electrical signals that trigger your heartbeat.” He informed. “Oh and, this cuff is just going to check your blood pressure.”

“Are we using the tub for this test?” You asked from your place.

“No, not for this one.” Dr. Fushimi replied her eyes scanning over ‘Otga’s’ Information. “Right so as I mentioned I’m going to need you to run on the treadmill for-

                 You tuned out the practitioner and looked at ‘Miss Hokimi’. A frown was on your lips as you noticed her fidgeting. Her smile had long since vanished and, she had a very serious look on her face. For as long as you had known her, she wasn’t the type to be making such a face. Your friend was nervous. You figured that you might be the cause for her worry by making her this appointment but, you couldn’t help it.

               You and ‘Miss Hokimi’ known to you as Toga Himiko (and at rare moments Toto-chan) go way back. You’d go as far as to say that you were best friends. The two of you had grown up together and, attended the same schools up until her drop out. In fact, you had kept contact with the infamous villain throughout all these years. Even as she joined the LoV and, PLF. You were one of the things to remain a constant in Himiko’s life just as she was constant in your life.

               The crazy blonde chick was the reason you decided to pursue a career in the medical field. It was that eye opener when she injured Tomoki in sixth grade that did it; Your body had acted as if on auto pilot rushing to stop the bleeding and, call the ambulance. You knew that you should have cut ties with her after that but the way that she clung to your school uniform that day made your heart clench. She was just as injured as the boy in your arms you had thought. So, you came to see Himiko as your lifelong patient.      

               You weren’t a psychologist, but you understood that she needed someone and as a person with a disposition to help others you took on that role. You weren’t stupid you knew that she wasn’t ‘normal’, but you’d be damned if you ever betrayed her. Truth was you were just as dependent on her as she was of you.

               You were always told that with a quirk like yours you could have become a hero but, your passion lied in medicine. Himiko was the only one who supported your passions back then you’d be a hypocrite to discriminate her passions no matter how unethical. Maybe you were just as unhinged as she was?

               Regardless you knew her nervousness stemmed from her confession last Thursday. You and, Himiko met up every Thursday without fail to hangout. And, in one of these sessions the villain confessed to you her more physical illness. Over tea and, cute pastries in a café she had told you of her most recent encounters with an electric type hero. Mr. Zappy, she called him. You knew him as Ryota Fushimi Hero name Volts. Apparently, they had crossed paths and, the pro-hero gave her the ‘shock’ of her life.

               ‘My heart goes Doki-Doki suddenly after that?! Literally a week after it happened! I could be sitting in my room and, my heart is beating super-fast or on a mission and, it’s suddenly very slow. (Name)-chan is that a bad thing? Am I going to die!?’ Although she told you that in jest you couldn’t help but worry for her especially since her gold eyes held on to that same emotion despite her smile. You tried not to add onto her worries you really did but, you ended up telling her that you’d set her up an appointment.

               Your mind was telling you that it was most likely Arrhythmia. She had confessed to heart palpitations that day alone you had to steady her countless times due to her random bouts of dizziness. To put icing on the cake she had also fainted on the uber ride back to your apartment. You only hoped that you were wrong but, that’s why you submitted her to a stress test. (Under a ridiculous pseudonym she was a wanted villain after all.)

“Alright your all set.” Joe said connecting the last wires to the electrocardiogram machine. He clapped his hands dramatically before bidding everyone in the room adieu effectively snapping you out of your memories.

“No need to be so stiff dear.” Dr. Fushimi chimed as Himiko stepped onto the treadmill.

               You felt your heartbeat accelerate. The machine seemed to whirl on in slow motion Himiko’s footsteps sounding loud and, heavy in your head. With every step she took you felt your heart pulse in response. However, your heartrate soon settled when she was two minutes into the test and, nothing seemed amiss. That was until

-BANG-

“Doctor Fushimi! There’s been an accident! We need you immediately!” A nurse had barged into the room suddenly starling you all but, Dr. Fushimi kept her calm and, motioned for Himiko to continue.

“I’m in the middle-

“The Pro-hero Volts is in the E.R in critical condition with multiple rib fractures and, covered in third degree burns! We need your quirk to stabilize him or he’ll die!” She shouted.

               Dr. Fushimi felt her body tremble at the news and, quickly looked over to you and, Himiko. “(Name) Please finish the test with Miss Hokimi.” She said before rushing out the room.

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“Wha- What *pants* What was that all about?” Himiko panted on the treadmill.

“Y-you shouldn’t be talking. Focus on your test okay?” You said moving closer to observe her blood pressure and, the beeping machine. You couldn’t believe that she had just left you alone but, it couldn’t be helped not with who came in injured.

“S-She ran out really fast I wonder why?” Himiko laughed breathily her cheeks a rosy hue. Truth was Himiko was trying to divert your attention from her. She was beginning to fatigue more than usual. Black spots lined her vision and, she felt her heart flutter she was scared. But she didn’t want you to see her as weak, so she bit her lip and, sent you a grin.

“It’s because- Wait Toga!” You shouted getting a good look at the readings. They were erratic your eyes caught her golden gaze tears in clouding her vision.

“I-is this my karma (Name)-chan?” She huffed out before her eyes rolled back and, her body began to fall.

“TOGA!” You shrieked jumping behind the treadmill as her body was shoved off the rolling belt. Before her body could meet the cold tiles of the floor your arms embraced her.

               You quickly put your fingers to her neck trying to find a pulse. You felt liquid dot your vision as you felt nothing.

“Fuck Oh shit Toga hold on! I fucking knew it was Arrythmia.” You let out a breath to calm yourself as you wracked your brain on what to do.

“Cardiac Arrest. CPR!” Just as quick as you thought it you began to administer the procedure. Pressing down on her chest and, letting it rise. “HELP!” You yelled in tune with your first aid.

               You could feel yourself starting to shake as a minute had passed. You knew the rate of mortality rose with every minute her heart was stopped. Tears obstructed your vision as you continued the process your throat raw with how much you were screaming for aid.

Two minutes had passed and, there was still no sign of anyone. No hurried footsteps, no voices just the sound of the treadmill still running and, your sobs. You wracked your brain trying to think of something. You couldn’t just let your friend die here not after all the years you’ve been together, not after what you two have gone through and, especially not in your arms. You’d be damned if she Toga Himiko was to be your first deceased patient.

Three minutes with your nerves steeled you closed your eyes your hands never letting up on the CPR. You searched each room mentally. It truly felt like an eternity and, with every second passing Himiko’s chances of life diminished.

“Found it!” You wailed. Using your quirk like never before you mentally tore the defibrillator from the wall five rooms down. The case came crashing through the walls at incredible speeds only stopping once it hit your thigh. You hissed at the pain and, tore open the box to pull out the device. Pulling out the pads you removed the ones on her chest and, place down the defibrillator’s electrodes onto her. You turned on the device quickly and, continued your CPR over the voice instructions.

With bated breath you waited for the machine to signal a shock and, once it did you quickly moved back. You didn’t want to leave her side but decided that it would be best to signal the professionals. With that in mind you let the machine take over and, pressed the emergency button in the room and, immediately ran back to Himiko’s side.

Your tears finally over flowed and, you gave out a cry of relief once she gasped for breath after another shock. You refrained from embracing her, but your tears didn’t quell, and you could only cover your mouth as you vaguely made out her golden optics from her lidded eyes. Your legs turned to jelly as you fell on your rear immense relief filling your form.

“Oh my gosh!” The door was slammed opened by another Doctor and, you made out two nurses behind him. He rushed into the room and, sent one of the nurses to bring a gurney. He turned to you and, clasped your shoulder.

“You just saved her life. Ha you’re a hero.” He breathed.

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               When Himiko finally came to she noticed that her body felt sluggish and, that she wasn’t in (Kansas anymore) anywhere familiar. She did make out the tuffs of your hair from the bathroom mirror. Before she could motion for you, you turned and, caught her conscious gaze. With a relived cry you ran towards the hospital bed and, clasped the hand that didn’t have a needle in it to your chest.

               “T-toto-chan.” You sobbed. “Oh, thank God that your okay. I don’t know what I would have done if... if.” The words proving to much for you to say you continued to bawl in front of her snot running down your nose. Himiko’s own eyes misted and, she found that the liquid seemed to slide down on its own.

“I-I was so scared (Name)-chan.” Her hoarse voice cried.

               You only nodded embracing her form lightly as to not hurt her. “I was scared too. I couldn’t stop thinking- “

“Shh it’s okay (Name)-chan you saved me.” She gave you a teary-eyed smile and she whispered

“You’re my hero.”

[soulsxng--a]

hi, i hope you don’t mind getting an ask like this, but ive been in the process of making an oc that has mpd and from what ive seen in research its the same as did? and i was hoping since you have it that you might be able to tell me things to keep in mind to make it more accurate? sorry if its too personal i totally understand if it is!

I’m going to put this one under a read more just because it is pretty personal, and while I don’t mind sharing it too much, (and I’m actually really glad you asked and have been doing your research!) I know there are some people that follow me that don’t really care for posts like this, and I don’t want to clutter people’s dashes with this really long thing (I’m not kidding, it’s really long). I’m pretty much just going to give you my whole 8 years of experience with it. ^^;;

Okay, so as far as I know, Multiple Personality Disorder and Dissociative Identity Disorder is the same thing now. When I was first diagnosed, they were two separate conditions, with DID being people with 2 distinct “personality states”, they called them, and MPD being people that had 3 or more distinct “personality states”. Like I said, I’m pretty sure they just merged the two, and they’re pretty interchangeable now.

Anyway, I was first diagnosed in 2010, but have never been on meds for it because nobody believed me or my psychologist when we talked about it. Almost everybody I knew thought that I was just being difficult and rebellious and didn’t want to own up to my actions. So eventually, I just agreed with them and have been hiding it from pretty much everybody but my fiance and a very small handful of people outside of that. 

Because of this, I also declined any medication and stopped seeing a psychologist completely. Which means that even though most cases of DID can be pretty different and present different symptoms and such, mine has never been treated, so it can be even less like the majority of people with the condition.

My secondary personality state, or alter, because I’m lazy and don’t want to say (or type) that every time I talk about it is named Rey. He showed up as a result of something traumatic that happened when I was 15 (and I’m not going into specifics because that’s not what you asked about) and he showed up violently, though not all of them do. What I will say about the traumatic experience is that it wasn’t just some little thing, and though it wasn’t as serious as it could have been, it was also happening during a really tough time in my life, and things just kept piling up, and then that happened and bam, there he was. 

So it takes a lot of stuff to happen before the mind is suddenly like “Wait, I can’t handle this, but I need to do something!” and creates an alter, or alters. It also usually happens to people when they’re young. I was 15, and my psychologist said that even then it’s really rare for it to appear that late. For a while, that kept her from diagnosing me because she was like “I just want to make sure that it isn’t something else because you’re older than the usual age group.”

For like 6 months after that, I had little to no idea when he was “in control”. I would just start to get a headache in class or at home and then it was like I would blink and all of a sudden I was somewhere else. People would mention something that I did or said (usually bad) and I would have no clue what they were talking about. 

After a few months though, I started to notice that I would start to get these headaches when I was experiencing (or about to experience) negative emotions, particularly anger or fear, or extreme stress or depression. They were always on the right side of my head near my temple, and shortly after they started was when I would “wake up” somewhere else.

So I convinced my mom to make a psychology appointment for me and she (begrudgingly) agreed. Shortly after that I was diagnosed and I started to get a little better about noticing when Rey was “awake” or when he was about to take control. I also didn’t lose time so much anymore, but I started having “out of body” experience type stuff, like I was pretty much watching somebody else live my life for me? It was really scary for a long time, especially since he was always mean and violent and I hated the thought that people might think that I was actually that way.

I also tried that thing that happens in TV shows and books and stuff all the time and wrote notes to him a few times? It worked sometimes, but mostly he just ignored it. I suppose it could work with an alter that’s less…difficult?

For the past 8 years he’s been around, I’ve pretty much had to figure out his triggers, and I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten them all by now. Experiencing negative emotion, (though now it has to be far more extreme than it used to) someone else touching my right temple or touching/getting close to touching the space between my eyes, anything having to do with the trauma that made him show up, extreme pain, exhaustion or sickness, driving longer than an hour, surprising/sneaking up on me, (though he doesn’t auto-punch people for sneaking up on me anymore; a change that had only happened in the last year or two) hurting or upsetting my loved ones, (that’s his fastest and longest lasting trigger) and sometimes thunderstorms will, too.

Rey started out as an asshole and treated literally anybody that wasn’t a loved one like absolute shit until he’d been around like 3 or so years? Now he’s capable of being civil, but he’s still cold. So I mean, I guess that an alter can change and “grow-up”, so to speak like regular people do. 

My fiance is the only person he’ll talk to regularly, (and the only person he’s nice to consistently) so I’ve learned a lot about him since being with her. Like the fact that he’s aware that he’s an alter, why he’s around, and that I’m around, and he always has been. He also says that he’s around to protect us, and that’s why he acts the way he does. He has periods like I do where he feels like a backseat driver; watching me in control, (both of us call it him being “awake”) ones where he doesn’t see anything (”asleep”), and in control (”active”) and he’s pretty much in control of all of it? Pretty much, he’s a regular person, he just doesn’t have his own body.

Which brings me to the next topic, which is things to avoid. These are things that people have done (or still do) or say that always always always put me in a bad mood. First off, people telling me that he’s not real. People used to tell me all the time that he wasn’t real. That he was like an “imaginary friend” or that I was faking it for attention, or whatever, some of them even going so far as to getting angry at me when I told them that I wasn’t lying or faking it. That made the condition way worse.

Second, people thinking that he’s like some cute little thing that they can “fix” and be best friends with and TRY TO TRIGGER whenever they please because “No, no, he won’t hurt me, it’s fine! Seriously!” (or worse yet, they would treat him like he was some kind of kink for them to get off on.)

It’s not fine. That used to be one of the quickest ways to get him to come out seething. That still happens a lot, but both of us mostly ignore it at this point. It’ll happen to your OC if they decide to tell people, I can almost assure you of it, and I’m not going to tell you how to write your character, but please, try not to just turn them into “that cute little thing that can be fixed as soon as someone is nice to them” because that’s not at all how it is.

Third, if your muse has it on their medical records, there are jobs out there that can see that they’re “mentally unstable” and will not hire them, or will fire them if it’s found out about. Especially if it’s untreated. Luckily, it isn’t on my medical records because I stopped seeing the psychologist before it was officially put on any of my health charts, but that can also be dangerous, because if your OC’s alter just randomly pops up at work, that can be a HUGE liability.

Fourth is that there’s no set schedule to when they come and go. Like I said, he pretty much does what he wants, but that doesn’t mean I always just let him. Though I couldn’t at all first, now I can usually take control back from him if I want to, but it isn’t a very easy thing? It causes a lot of migraines, or sometimes even nausea and dizziness. He can also take control from me if he wants to, and that hurts like hell when he’s really trying to come out if I’m holding him back.

There was one time I even passed out because he wanted control so badly, and I kept trying to keep him under. (he was going to hurt someone that I really didn’t want him to)

So pretty much, there will be conversations that I’ll be in the middle of, and then he’ll get active and just turn and walk off, or start talking about something else, and the same will happen with him when I push him back. 

One thing that also always gets on my nerves (and his) is that there are plenty of times where it feels like there are certain emotions that I can’t feel anymore because as soon as I feel them, he comes out. Like it used to be that I felt like I couldn’t feel anger. (which seems like a good thing, but after a while it’s really irritating) Anger was Rey’s, not mine. And he used to feel like love or pride wasn’t something that he could experience, because it was mine.

It’s a struggle. Not as much now as it used to be, but it is literally a constant struggle that I have to be aware of all the time if I want to keep him under control. I know this is a lot to throw at you, and some of it might not make a lot of sense, or might just be babbling on my part, but it’s stuff that I deal with or dealt with on a daily basis for 8 years now, so…idk. This is just my perspective of it.

I’m also going to add that my fiance went to college for psychology and says that I’m not at all an “average” case of the disorder. Usually people have a lot less control over their alters than I have over Rey. She says she believes that part of it is because he’s been around for so long, probably mostly because we’re so aware of each other, and a tiny part because he’s the only alter? She also says that alters typically don’t “grow-up”, I guess. A good amount of the time, they’ll manifest even more alters instead. That didn’t happen with him. (thank god)

I’m just gonna tag her in this so when she wakes up, she can add to it if she wants to. She can give a more medical perspective to things that I can’t, as well as probably throw in details I’m missing.

@thexuntamed