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folklore - isaac lahey {9/?}

Hey lovlies ✌🏻💕 sorry this part took so long something wasn’t sitting right with me so I rewrote it like 3 time 😫 but don’t worry I figured it out.

It’s all angst from here I’m afraid crew

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Warning(s): fluff at the start :), a whole bunch of swearing, blood, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any! <3

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The next morning came by all too quickly, you’d barely gotten any sleep. Yourself and Isaac spent the whole night talking, just like you used to before the tone of your lives had changed drastically.

There was so much you needed to get off your chest, and of course Isaac had a lot to say too so that’s what the pair of you did- put everything out on the table.

You did a whole lot of talking, laughed a lot, cried a little and for the first time ever during one of your and Isaac’s late night chats there was an incredible amount of shared kisses. Those little perks of being a couple were something you could definitely get used to.

Your fingers drew circles on Isaac’s chest, the boy laid there, contently looking down at you. Your head was comfortably tucked against his shoulder, turned up at an angle so that you were still face to face.

He noted how your eyes glinted in the morning sun, watery due to lack of sleep. It was crazy to him; the effect that you had. He swore he could be on fire and all it would take to put him out was one of your reassuring smiles pointed even vaguely in his direction.

Realistically, Isaac knew he should’ve been sad- heartbroken, even. His father had just been quite brutally murdered, he should be a mess, but he wasn’t.

Maybe it had something to do with the years of trauma the man had inflicted on him or maybe it was Isaac’s new supernatural status, whatever the reason for it, Isaac wasn’t mourning the death of his father.

Instead, all he could think about was how warm your body felt against his.

“It’s morning time.” He smiled at your murmur, the smile widened when you pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone.

Isaac hummed in acknowledgment and squeezed your leg that you had thrown across his stomach. “Yeah.”

You moved your chin to rest against his chest, eyes looking into his, “We can stay here if you want. We don’t have to go to school.” You suggested but Isaac knew it was more of a plea when he saw the hopeful grin growing on your lips.

“Nah I gotta go in. I have lacrosse practice.��� He spoke out, his voice low and grumbly from how tired he was.

You scoffed jokingly, pushing yourself up so your lips were hovering over his, “Lacrosse huh?”

His eyes were hooded now as he glanced down at your lips, his hands moving to grasp your waist, “Mhm.”

With a smirk you ghosted his lips with your own, you could hear his heart beating through his chest and you could feel how badly he wanted to connect his lips to yours.

“Well then I guess we better get a move on.” You whispered against his lips, pulling away abruptly and hoping out of the bed, strutting to the bathroom with a sway in your hips as you knew he was watching.

A look of disbelief was painted across his face as he shouted through the walls, “Out of all the things that have happened this week that was the most fucked up!”

*

You were going to kill Scott when you got your hands on him. Seriously could he have been anymore obvious?

“Scott! What the hell are you doing.” You whispered from the bleachers, knowing he could hear you.

The boy whispered back, determination clear in his voice, “There’s another werewolf. I need to find out who it is.”

He must’ve smelled it off him. So much for keeping it a secret.

“Scott stop, I know who it is.” You panicked, by the time the words left your mouth both Isaac and Scott had sent each other flying through the air.

As you made your way down from your spot on the bleachers to separate the commotion happening between your two baby werewolves, you noticed sheriff Stilinski and a few deputies making their way across the field.

The sheriff’s gaze was set on Isaac and you found your feet matching the older man’s pace in a silent race to get to the boy in question.

Unfortunately, since you were unable to use vamp speed, the sheriff had beaten you in the unspoken race. His hand had wrapped around Isaac’s bicep as he attempted to lead him away.

When you realised what was happening, you threw caution to the wind and began jogging, not even sparing Scott or Stiles a glance when they called out for you to stop.

Once you were close enough you reached out, successfully grabbing Isaac’s wrist and stopping him and the sheriff in their tracks. “What’s going on?” You demanded, looking between Isaac and the sheriff.

“They think I killed my dad.” Isaac told you quietly and you couldn’t stop the look of utter disbelief that appeared on your face as you moved to stand between Isaac and the sheriff.

“Are you kidding me?” The sheriff sighed with exhaustion at your shout. He knew it was going to be a long day when he saw his son and Scott marching toward the already escalating scene.

“Look, kid. He’s a suspect we have to hold him.” Sheriff Stilinski had been making arrests for a long time but he was sure the look you were giving him was the most venomous he’d ever seen.

“A suspect? Why? What’s your proof?” You shot out, eyebrows furrowed and fangs ready to spring from your gums.

Maybe it had something to do with the night of the full moon looming but you were finding it extremely difficult to keep your anger in check. After yesterday, you were almost certain if your rage got out out of hand there’d be no stopping you.

“We, uh, have reason to believe that Isaac had motive to kill his father. That’s all I can tell you.”

You scowled at him, easing up only slightly as you felt Isaac interlocking his fingers with yours from behind you. “That’s bullshit! He couldn’t have killed his dad because he was with me.” You lied smoothly.

The sheriff raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “With you?”

“Mhm. At my place.” You continued, ignoring the squeeze of warning you were getting from Isaac.

“Look, we have an eye witness account saying that Isaac fled his home, followed by his father and your name never came up.”

Letting out a cynical laugh you all but squared up to the man, “Yeah? And where do you think he fled to?” You asked challengingly.

You would’ve said more if Stiles hadn’t shoved himself in between yourself and his father, sporting a fake smile on his face as he started to ramble, “Hey guys! How we all doing? Good? Good. That’s really great to hear. (Y/n) can I borrow you for a second?” Stiles prompted you, nodding his head rather aggressively in an attempt to get you to stand down.

“No.” You and the sheriff spoke simultaneously, shocking Stiles.

“Young lady, I don’t think you understand the seriousness of what you’re saying. Being an accomplice to murder is a serious offence.” He told you sternly, clearly wanting to give you an opportunity to back down and walk away.

“(Y/n) come on.” Scott pleaded from behind you and you could feel the anxiety seeping off of both Stiles and Isaac.

Stiles laughed nervously, also trying to give you a fighting chance of walking away, “She’s not an accomplice! You’re not an accomplice, right?”

He fixed you with a confused look and repeated, “Right?”

“No I’m not an accomplice because Isaac didn’t kill his father!” You rebutted angrily through gritted teeth, the boys surrounding you terrified of the look on your face in that moment.

With a hard look, sheriff Stilinski took your arm in one hand and Isaac’s in the other and pulled the pair of you towards the police car, “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to take you both into holding.”

“Why the hell would you do that?” You heard Scott exclaim desperately from behind you, his voice two octaves higher than usual.

Carefully, you began to whisper quietly under your breath so that only Scott and Isaac would hear you, “Tonight’s the full moon. I’m not letting them put him in a holding cell alone. Call Derek. Come get us out.”

You didn’t glance back at Scott to check if he heard you, you simply kept walking ahead and complied with the sheriff as he placed you into the car, beside Isaac.

*

“Since we’re technically in prison and you’re technically part k9, does that mean you’re my bitch?” You wondered out loud, looking across the holding cell at Isaac who sat (moping) on the bench.

“Don’t make me laugh. I’m mad at you.” He grumbled and you pouted from your spot on the floor.

“It was a serious question.” You whined.

Isaac groaned, completely disregarding your question, “You’re insane? You know that don’t you?”

“Rude.” You complained, leaning your head back against the cold bars of the cell.

“No seriously. You shouldn’t be in here with me.” Isaac grumbled yet again.

“Ok, first of all, you shouldn’t even be in here in the first place because-“ you paused, took a deep breath and looked at the camera adjacent to yourself and Isaac on the wall outside the cell before shouting, “He didn’t fucking do anything!”

You had to force yourself into calming down as you felt your anger causing your heart rate to rise rapidly, you took one more deep breath and then continued what you had been saying.

“Secondly, and in all seriousness, the idea of you being in here on your own makes me feel physically sick, especially since it’s your first full moon and all this crap with the Argents going on… I just wanted to be with you.” You admitted sheepishly, picking at the sleeves of your jumper to avoid his gaze.

Isaac’s heart beat picked up at your words but you couldn’t say anything as yours had too, with a soft sigh he muttered, “You don’t have to protect me.”

“I know. I know you don’t need protection, you never have. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t strength in numbers right now.” Isaac was quiet for a second before speaking up again.

“Hey, babe?” You looked up at the sound of his voice, he was giving you a soft smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah?” Isaac was shaking his head in disbelief, he let out a short chuckle and made his way across the cement floor and slid down beside you.

You watched him fondly and couldn’t help the roaring laugh that left your mouth when he leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I’m definitely your bitch.”

*

Before either of you knew it, night had fallen and you’d begun to feel antsy. Your chest grew heavy with each noise or set of passing footsteps. You paced the cell restlessly, wringing your hands together and doing your best to disregard the feeling of dread swelling up inside of you.

It wasn’t long before Isaac was holding his head in his hands, his knee jutting in the same restless manner that you were pacing.

Growls were rising from the back of his throat and you wouldn’t lie, it was making you more than a little nervous.

You slowly approached him, proceeding with extra caution you reached out and tugged on his sleeve, hoping the action would bring him a sense of familiarity and not startle him.

Isaac’s head whipped around, his eyes glowing amber when they landed on you. “What’s happening?” He asked in a growl.

As gently as you possibly could, you moved your hands to Isaac’s cheeks and did your best to ignore his changed features.

“It’s the full moon. How are you feeling?” You kept your voice quiet, again trying to accommodate his heightened senses.

Isaac only screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw tightly, “Like I want to rip apart everything I see within a fifty mile radius.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at the holding area door, helplessly wishing Scott would come rushing through the door.

Isaac’s face seemed, for once, not to be comfortable in your hold as he began to growl and attempt to break out of your grip.

“No, no, no. Isaac, hey. Look at me.” The wolf reluctantly stopped wiggling and fixed his gaze on yours. Your eyes were now blazing purple and you felt your own composure slipping from your grasp.

Another gutteral sound left Isaac’s throat, his clawed hands digging into your hips for some kind of leverage. “Just keep looking at me alright… God, I don’t actually know how to do this but, uhm, just think about something that’ll keep you grounded, ok?” You told him frantically, speeding through your words as you heard the approaching footsteps of someone who was definitely not Scott or Derek.

The boy in front of you nodded his head just as the door opened. No, it didn’t open, it was practically pulled off its hinges. Effectively ruining the progress you’d made with your moon crazy boyfriend.

The man who walked in was dressed like a deputy but the gushing wound and arrow sticking out of his leg gave him away as a fake. As well as that, the gun he was pointing at Isaac gave him away as a hunter.

“Oh shit.” It was your turn to growl when Isaac broke out of your grasp. He pulled the cell door clean off, and set off towards the hunter.

Immediately, you ran behind him but before you could stop the two from killing each other, something else caught your eye. And your nose. It had taken over all of your senses, actually…

The blood leaking from his leg had you frozen on the spot, your mouth watering and mind unable to focus.

By now, Isaac had tossed the hunter aside and you weren’t sure when, but at some point Stiles had entered the room and your boyfriend was now attempting to attack your main food source.

“(Y/n)! Little help here?” Stiles cried from the floor and you tried your best to pull yourself together.

It didn’t take too much strength for you to restrain Isaac, you had one arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other around his torso, successfully holding him against your chest.

You hadn’t noticed how hungry you were in the moment, you needed to eat before someone would need to restrain you.

Pushing the hunger away you tried your best to get through to the new wolf struggling against your grip.

“Remember the thing that keeps you grounded! What was it? Tell me about it.” You tried to prompt, however as soon as Isaac attempted to respond a resounding howl filled the room.

The sudden noise had caused Isaac to cower against you. His body shook against yours, reluctantly you released him from your hold, allowing him to curl up in fear against the nearest wall.

Derek stood at the head of the room, his aura screaming for command as he glowered down at Isaac before turning his gaze to you and Stiles.

“I’m the alpha.” The Hale stated pompously.

With a questioning laugh you motioned towards the mess of the room, Isaac in wolf form shaking and whining like a kicked puppy, a mercenary bleeding and unconscious on the tiles and a very rumpled up Stiles.

“What you are is a grade A ass. Where the hell were you?” Derek stiffened at your agitated tone.

The man in question cleared his throat, his authority slipping away in the presence of your glare, “Scott & I went to scope Isaac’s house.”

“And that took you six hours?” You scoffed, kneeling down next to Isaac and running a gentle hand through the scared boy’s hair.

He whimpered at your touch, only quieting down when you transferred as much calming energy as you could manage to conjure up onto him.

It was getting harder to ignore the blood lust you were feeling, the smell of blood and Stiles’ racing pulse were beginning to cloud your mind. It wasn’t the usual hunger, though. It felt far more violent. Almost as if you’d never be able to get enough no matter how much you consumed.

“I need to leave.” You stated, standing from your spot beside Isaac and fixing Derek with a hard look, “Take Isaac somewhere safe.”

“Wait hold on, where are you going?” Derek asked sternly.

“To find some blood before I start ripping people’s throats out.” You responded bluntly, not waiting for his reply, you used your speed to leave the sheriff's station.

You found yourself in the woods. Close to the old Hale house.

There was a certain scent, you couldn’t quite place it though. It was metallic, but unlike the blood you were used to, it smelled stale.

But still, it was captivating your senses and you needed to get to the bottom of it. You couldn’t decide what was more overpowering, your hunger or your curiosity.

Impatiently, you made your way through the darkened tree line, following the scent until it led you to the building you were oh so familiar with.

The Hale house stood before you, menacing as ever and reeking of old blood.

As you walked up the porch steps, the rotten stairs creaked with every shift of weight. When you finally placed your hand on the door you realised your mistake.

What felt like a billion bolts of electricity shot through your body the second your palm met the door knob.

All of your breath left your lungs as your body hit the floor. As your legs and arms seized and convulsed on the forest floor, having rolled down the porch steps with the force of the shock, a voice sounded from out of the shadows.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here…” The voice was old and scratchy, something like a worn out vinyl, a record that had been played so often that some of the tunes now came out as a painful drawl. “Come on, let’s get her rigged up.” The man demanded and you writhed against the many pairs of hands that began dragging you to what you assumed was some kind of van.

Your vision was blurry as you attempted to get your bearings, sitting up in the van after the doors had been forcefully slammed and you were left alone.

“Le-“ You attempted to heave out words, your attempts were fruitless though as your lungs were still devoid of any oxygen.

Frustration seemed to give you the strength you needed as you finally regained enough control over your body to yell out, a very enraged, “Let me out you bastards!”

A cynical laugh came from the head of the van, “She has a lot of spunk. You’d know she was a L/n.”

“I’m going-“ You rasped yet again, fighting against the shackles that had been placed on your wrists at some point, “To fucking rip your stupid throat out! With my teeth!”

As threatening as your words were, your wheezy, out of breath voice let you down.

“Now, now. No need for that.” He spoke, only for a voice you recognised to cut him off.

“I’m starting to think this wasn’t the best idea.” It was Chris Argent. You forced yourself to move as close to the front of the van as your shackles would allow.

“What exactly do you plan on doing with an innocent seventeen year old, Mr.Argent?” You drawled, the electricity almost completely out of your system, your lungs finally working at their usual capacity again.

When the hunter didn’t grace you with a response, and you figured you couldn’t do much else right in the moment, you decided you’d poke the proverbial bear.

“You tried to kill my boyfriend tonight… it’d be a real shame if I had to retaliate.”

“Shut it.” Chris said, his voice unamused, bordering on nervous.

Bored, you clicked your tongue, “No, I don’t think I will. Anyway, unless you want me to go into graphic detail about how I’m going to disembowel both of you when I get out, tell me why you’re kidnapping me.”

The old man chimed in then, “Because you, little girl, are an abomination.”

“And you, old decrepit asshole, are getting on my last nerve. Give me a straight answer before I make you give me a straight answer.” You tugged violently at the chains, loosening them from the metal wall, to convey your point.

“Brute force will get you nowhere, little wolf.” Wolf? There was your opening. They didn’t have a clue about you.

Deciding you couldn’t give away your only edge, you played into their delusions, “Where was that a few hours ago when you sent a hitman to put down a seventeen year old boy who's never done anything worse than miss an assignment?”

He scoffed then, “No matter how sweet you think you are. You wolves are all the same. You’re all killers.”

A laugh left the back of your throat, “Are you senile or something? Last time I checked you hunter dickheads were the ones killing people.”

“That’s enough, we’re done talking.” Chris asserted, you couldn’t see either of the men you’d been speaking to but you could imagine their clenched jaws at your statement.

With a smirk you kept talking, “You killed, what was it? Oh yes. All of the Hale’s. Cora was only a little older than me at the time, Kate torched the house five years ago so that would have made Cora twelve years old when she was burned alive.”

You paused for a second, allowing your anger to seep off of you and onto them. “Tell me… what monstrosities could a twelve year old girl have committed?”

“This is your last warning.” Chris grumbled and you ignored him yet again.

“All of these broken morals lead me to wonder; what would precious Alison think of all of this? Maybe I’ll ask her at school on Monday.” You tormented the men, readying yourself to make a break for it as you felt the van slow down.

Quietly, or as quietly as you possibly could, you freed your wrists from their shackles. Shakily you stood up and then you waited.

When the door opened you fixed the two men who were looking at you in mild shock with a smirk, “Hi.”

“How did you… those shackles were doused in mistletoe.” At the old man's shock your smirk broadened. It was something you had found out from both Damon Salvatore and Deaton. Mistletoe only weakened wolves, not vampires.

With a coy shrug you shot them a wink, “I’d really love to stay and chat but, I have homework.” With that you began to run, but the older man caught your forearm before you got a clean break.

And normally, his amount of strength wouldn’t have been able to stop you, what was really hindering your movement was the dagger he had logged in your abdomen.

Your eyes were wide and you let out a pathetic squeal of pain when he twisted the knife in your stomach, his voice was menacing as he spoke, “You’re not going anywhere.” He spat out in your face, hand firm on the dagger.

“Yes. I. Am.” You seethed through gritted teeth, containing the blood that was filling your mouth.

Using whatever strength you could muster, you threw the man away from you and took off running, the dagger still lodged in your abdomen.

When you were sure you were far enough away, you fell to your knees.

Taking a shaky breath you looked around the street you’d landed on. You weren’t sure where you were and your phone was lying abandoned on the floor of the woods. It was times like this you wish you had a howl.

Then as if it was some incredible mirage, driving down the street was a light blue jeep. “Stiles!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, dragging yourself to the edge of the road.

“Stiles! Stiles please!” You cried out, letting out a breath of relief when the jeep stopped only a few meters from you.

Within seconds Stiles was sprinting over to you, sliding the rest of the way on his knees and cupping your face with a terrified expression, “Y/n!? What hap- hu- oh dear god!” He tried his best not to gag when he noticed that you were literally impaled.

“Ok. Ok. No what happened? Wait no. Right not important.” The boy rambled and you let him lead you as he picked you up from the dirt and placed you laying down across the back seat of his jeep.

Stiles drove like a madman to the hospital, wincing when you’d whimper and muttering apologies when you’d let out a cry.

“I think you would’ve been really proud of how I handled that situation.” You jested weakly from your spot, Stiles looked at you briefly in disbelief.

“What? By getting stabbed?” He shot back.

You offered him a faint giggle, “Nah, you shoulda heard me, Sty. I was such a snarky bitch.”

“So that’s how the stabbing thing happened. Got it.”

Only a few more minutes passed before you’d arrived at the hospital. Stiles had practically dragged you in and you couldn’t help the mewls of agony you were letting out as he passed you off to Melissa.

“What the hell happened?” She screeched and all you could offer in response was a blood filled cough, causing Melissa to nod her head in understanding, “Right. Questions later.”

*

Aimlessly you looked around for something, anything.

You were in complete darkness, but your body stood tall and seemingly healthy, no sign of any kind of wound.

A dull, yellow light shone in the distance. Cautiously, you took a step forward and it was only then that you knew where you were.

Under your feet, which were devoid of any shoes or socks, wet leaves crunched under your weight and you found yourself, yet again, standing in front of the Hale house.

It looked how it usually did, sad and decolate. However, what was unusual was that dull light shining through one of the partially melted windows.

Humming sounded from the home, hitting your ears in perfect pitch. It brought a wave of calmness over you, tranquilizing your fears as you twisted the knob that had once sent you into a horrific shock.

The rotten hardwood cooled your feet as you shuffled thoughtlessly through the house which you used to view as a home away from home.

“You put up a great fight.” A deep voice spoke from inside the lit room.

The voice was unmistakable, but you knew that there was only one explanation for why you were hearing it. For as long as you could, you wanted to hold onto your naivety.

“Who's there?” You called in response while small steps carried you closer and closer to the room.

The voice let out a chuckle, “I think you already know.”

Finally, you arrived in the room. Confronting the voice you knew all too well.

“Good to see you again, sweetheart.” You saw his face then, standing charred and battered like a fallen angel was Peter Hale.

The sob that fell from you was impossible to stop, you didn’t waste another second, you threw yourself at the man in front of you. A teary smile found your face when he welcomed you with open arms, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you cried into his shoulder.

“Quiet now, no more tears.” He said, pulling away from you, his thumb brushing under your eye gently, sweeping the falling teardrops away.

With a sniffle you looked at your surroundings before returning your gaze to Peter, “Am I dead?” You asked meekly.

Oddly enough, you felt accepting of it. Liked it, almost. It was quiet here- wherever here was.

“Temporarily.” He answered, guiding you further into the room. It had a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and two wooden chairs sat vacant underneath it. “Have a seat.”

Doing as told, you sat down on the chair opposite Peter. “Where are we?” You questioned, the silence, although peaceful, was overwhelming.

Peter gave you a small grin, gesturing to the room around you, “Purgatory.” He answered simply.

He stared at you then, a look in his eyes you recognised but, for the first time since you’d turned, you couldn’t feel it. It was something akin to sadness. It held love too, though.

“The next part is the hardest. When you wake up you won’t have a clue how you got there. You’ll be starving and all you’ll want to do is start tearing people apart.” He explained and your stomach dropped.

You were going to wake up and complete the transition, you’d be a fully fledged vampire and all because of some stupid knife wound.

“I won’t remember being dead?”

Peter shook his head, “You’ll remember this part, not the actual passing over part though.”

A tear slipped from your eye and you forced yourself to take in a shaky breath, “Passing over to where?”

Peter shrugged, “Don’t know. I’ve never gotten that far; too much unfinished business.” He tried to lighten the mood, but he realised there was no use as he noticed your breathing pick up and your eyes fill with tears yet again.

“You’re strong, you’ll be perfectly fine. You are my beta, after all.” He soothed, moving his chair so it would be next to yours.

You let out a croaky laugh at that, “I haven’t been strong. I’ve been drowning ever since you bit me, I haven’t done much other than fight with myself.”

“Not true. I’ve been keeping an eye on you. Keeping Derek under control is a job not everyone is up for, but you’re doing it like it’s nothing. Although, you’d be doing a lot better if I had gotten to you before Derek ripped by throat out.” He muttered the last part, obviously not happy with your trip to Mystic Falls.

“Damon told me you used to drink together.” You recalled with a smile, distracting yourself from the future of impending darkness.

Peter laughed at the memory but didn’t speak.

The dense silence returned, not for long though, distantly you heard shouts. They were more like pleads really. Or were they screams?

“Y/n! Can you hear me? Y/n! Y/n!”

Softly, you turned your head towards the doorway, the hallway light was turned on now too, “Someone’s calling me.”

Peter stood up, a heavy grief filled sigh falling from him as he offered you his hand and pulled you to your feet when you took it. “It’s almost time. But not just yet, there's one last thing you need to do.”

“What is it?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to know the answer.

Peter pulled you close, placed a kiss to the top of your head then began guiding you, arm tightly wrapped around your shoulder.

He answered you solemnly, blue eyes sparkling with unwanted wisdom, “You have to say goodbye.”

[thesetrashimagines]

The Man

A Peaky Blinders imagine (reader insert)

Warnings: fighting, blood, bullet wounds, swearing, murder.

GIF is not mine!

Summary: Accidentally busting into a bar while trying to finish a job may not have been the smartest idea.

Pt.2

  You knew they were on your trail, it was part of the plan. And it was going perfectly. What you didn't expect was for one them to be in a car, driving straight for you. Thinking fast you looked for some kind of cover. Seeing a pair double doors, you made a run for them and honestly in the moment you weren't thinking about who or what was on the other side.

  Throwing the doors open and slamming them behind you, you rushed to the side and waited for the shadowy figures belonging to your targets to enter. It didn't take long which you were greatful for, means that you would get to go home sooner, the group of 3 men walked into the bar. Being behind them gave you an advantage, pulling out some piano wire you threw yourself onto the back of one them. He wasn't able to get his fingers underneath the wire making his death come quickly. The other two men turned around to the sounds of their partner yelling and as soon as the body hit the floor they pounced.

Ducking down from most their collective swings, you scrambled towards one of the tables, there was a bottle on it. Picking it up you turned and saw the bigger man of the two come towards you. Spinnig the bottle in your hand, you rose your brows and gestured your arms out in a 'come on and get me' kind of way. The man barrelled forward and threw a hard punch, hitting you in jaw, you staggered to the side and swung the bottle right onto the back of his bald head, he stumbled before you pulled the back of his collar exposing his chest where you plunged the broken end of the bottle into his right breast. You turned the two of you around and faced the other man, his eyes widened at the scene in front of him. Taking his moment of stun, you pushed the bald man forward into the arms of the smaller man, knocking him over with a loud thud as he hit the floor, this action obvisously drove the broken bottle further into the bald man which caused him to cry out in pain.

Neither man can move now, the smaller man started babbling while the bald one was crying. Pulling out the knife from your shoe you waltzed over to the stacked bodies. "We all know why this is your fate," Spitting out blood you continued, "stop making so much fucking noise."

Leaning over them you stabbed the knife into the smaller man's neck before grabbing the bald man's hand and telling him to hold it there, he was trying to fight agaisnt you but you could tell that he was getting weaker with every shift he made. "The more you move the more you bleed." He stopped moving, "You wont die from that bottle unless I want you to." The man started crying again. Grabbing one of the chairs closest to you, you sat down. "You throw a good punch by the way." His hand slipped off the knife's slick handle. "What did I say to do?" He finally tried to speak.

"Please let me go......how was I suppose to know?" Standing with a sigh you walked back over to the man and gently placed your hands on his neck. "Don't lie, you always knew." Snapping his neck quickly and straightening back up, you finally glanced around the room to assess the damage. 1 broken bottle, and some blood. 'Not too bad', you think to yourself. Turning back around to your chair you started to push it back in when the back door opened and footsteps caught your attention.

"The fuck happened here!?" A man with a mustache started yelling. "Buisness." Glancing up as you answered you noticed there was 4 of them. The man with the mustache, another with a cap on, the third had a ciggarette hanging out of mouth, and the last one had a baby face. With the adrenaline running out you started to feel the pain, looking down you saw your shirt soaked in blood. "Fuck...," looking back to the gaggle of men, who were still glaring at you, 3 of them even pulled out guns. "Look I'll pay for the bottle and the labour for the blood, I apologise for the mess too. Are you lot gonna tell the police?" Now their expressions changed looking st you as if you had multiple heads. "Police!? We're the fucking peaky blinders!" The man with the mustache yelled at you, cocking his gun, "and who the fuck are you!?"

"Nobody." Turning yourself toward the door, "The money will be here by first light." Hearing the other men cocking their guns you stopped and stared at the door in front of you, a different voice spoke out. "It is already first light, its actually 5 in the morning. We were told by some of our men that a group broke in here and were stupid enough to leave their car outside." Closing your eyes you sighed, 'well there goes my ride', you thought to yourself again. The men began talking to you again but you were thinking about how you were going to be leaving, 'Maybe I can still take the car, worst they could've done is fuck with the engine.' Smiling to yourself you turned back to the men.

"Look gentlemen, I dont know who the peaky blinders are. Never heard of you lot sadly, as for me don't worry about it. I'm just another man walking the streets, well not these ones but..." You looked back down and noticed another blood spot was slowly getting bigger, " I've got to get going now, I already got a few bullets in me so if you'll excuse me, you'll find me in the hospitial."

With that you turned and dashed through the door as bullets went flying around you for the 2nd time today It's something you've gotten used to over the years. With every step you took, the pain spiked. Gritting your teeth you hopped into the car and started it. The machine shook alive and you let out a little laugh.The men were now rushing out the door and aiming at the car, stepping on the gas you bolted down the road. Nothing was more exciting then driving a fast car.

"The fucker's getting away!" Arthur shouted, "What do you want us to do Arthur? Chase after the car?" Michael questioned his cousin. John lowered his gun and tried catching his breath, "Did you see the bodies in there? Something don't add up, one of them had a knife in his fucking throat." Tommy walked out of the Garrison doors, "Yeah and the one on top of him has a bottle in his chest. Then there's the one by the door, he's got a mark on his neck, wire looks like." Everyone was silent, mulling over the situation. "He said he'd be at the hospital, we should send someone over there." Michael looked to Tom, taking out another cigarette. "You know Michael that isn't a bad idea, we'll send Finn and Isaiah."

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Getting back to the apartment was easy. No one was up yet, it was 5 AM at the latest, the sun was just starting to peak through the horizon. Taking off your shirt you started unwrapping the binding on your chest, taking a deep breathe would've been nice but the bullet hole in your side reminded you it was still there. Grabbing your supplies and sitting on the bed, you got to work on removing the bullet, luckly it wasn't near any important parts. Biting down on some cloth you pulled the bullet out. "Fuck ,fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tossing the stupid thing on the floor you splashed some alcohol into the wound. Feeling a little woozy you grabbed the needle and thread, 'Come on YN youère almost done.' Stitching yourself up wasn't new but your hands still shake with every pass. The slash on your arm only needed a few stitches but the awkward angle was enough to give you trouble.

Spinning around you realized there wasn't any bandages left, throwing your head back with an audible "ugh" you stood and started to throw on a new shirt, careful not to bump anything and open it back up you threw a oversized coat on and a hat.

The air was cool which was nice on your flushed cheeks, cool air was always nice after a job, espiecally one that you walked away from with new wounds. You kept your head slightly down and collar popped, hiding your face. You knew this life wasn't easy but you knew nothing else, you grew up doing this, your whole life dedicated to this and everything associated with it. Your thoughts cleared when you came up to the hospitial. In and out. Grab bandages, and leave, simple.

Walking into the hospitial you saw nurses bustling about and doctors checking boards and holding conversation with each other. Good, people were busy. Watching one of the nurses walk down the hall and enter a door that said nurses only, you set your attentions there. Everybody glanced at you but with a simple tip of the hat and a "here to see the wife and babe" nobody questioned you, babies were always being born. You could hear some of them coming into the world, the cries of life. Not like the ones you were used to too.

Entering the room some murses looked up at you and some were about to start yelling but you were quicker. "Oh I'm so sorry everyone for being late, you know how it is." Laughing gently you took off the hat and shook out your chin length hair. "Excuse me but I dont think I've ever seen around before." One nurse spoke. Looking over to her while sliping off your coat, "Oh well pardon me, I'm Leanna. I've been sent over for a few days with a patient before we go back home, I'm his personal nurse." Most of the nurses ignored you and left to get on with work you presumed. "Which patient?" You went behind a curtain and changed into a nurses uniform, "Mr.Smith." You replied, Smith was a rather common name anywhere you went in Britain so it was a safe name to throw around. "Smith? I don't think I've heard of him sorry." Stepping out fully dressed you gave her a gently smile "It's quite alright we won't be here long. it was nice meeting you but I have to get going Mr.Smith gets upset when he doesn't recognize where he is." With that you left and walked the halls.

While looking for the supply closet you saw 2 boys dressed very similarly to the men from the pub walk in, you could hear them ask doctors and nurses of they've had a man in with bullet wounds. Of course they said no. But now there was a problem, while walking towards another section of the hospitial these two boys bumped into you, knocking you to the ground, and you felt a pop. Quickly standing back up, you ignored the hands trying to help you up. "Miss! Sorry! We weren't looking where we were going, you know we're trying to look for someone. Maybe you've seen them? A man who was shot-" "shot in the side." Tying your cardigan around your waist you looked up at the boys. One was lean, had freckles and curly hair, the other was a little more built (he did knock you down), smooth skin, and had dark hair. "It's alright, no I havent seen a man, now please excuse me." Keeping things short, you left and found the supplies closet.

You dressed your own wounds and stuck the rest of the bandages into the bust of the dress. Shifting the bust of the dress around you gave yourself the okay and left the closet. The boys were still in the same spot but now babyface and the cap wearing man had joined them. 'Shit.' Holding your head down you passed them again. " *whisle* thats one pretty girlie, oi nurse!" The capped man was catcalling you.....honestly could've be worse. Walking faster you made it back to the lockers, changing was nice until you noticed the smallest blood stain on the dress, "Oh for fucks sake." You held the dress in the crook of your elbow, now standing in the nurses locker room, dressed in mens clothing with coat pockets full of bandages and other supplies, holding a nures's dress, to make it even better a nurse walked in and was staring at you with wide eyes. 'fuck'

"Look miss my girl works here and she asked me to throw her uniform in the laundry here, you see there's some blood on it and she's in the bathroom right now, the blood it makes her dizzy, I-I I'll leave, oh Lord this is embarrassing." Lying came easy, sometimes you enjoyed it, every word created a story and here you were acting in it, you found it funny. 'No! No! It's quite alright you're just trying to be a good husband here lemme take it for you, you go see how she is alright." The nurse came over placing a hand on your arm and grabbed the uniform. "Thank you miss" You gave her a smile and left the room swiftly.

Leaving the hospitial was suppose to be as easy as getting into it but the tiny detail you forgot about was now you were in the same building as those men from the pub. Wanting to face plant into the ground and wanting to let put the biggest groan, you kept silent and your head on a swivel. Looking around every corner and down every hallway. Alas your efforts were futile when you rounded a corner and bumped into the same chest as earlier. You landed on the ground again and quickly pulled your hat down to cover the majority of your face. "Oi watch where your going." You nodded and stood up making sure not to make eye contact, side stepping around them you carried on your way when you heard, "Isaiah thats him!" Upon those words you ran, 'so much goddamn running.'

You weren't far from the entrance when some men stepped in front of the hospitals doors, wearing those stupid hats, 'you've got to be fucking kidding me'. Looking around you noticed a open window, you slowed down to a halt and stared at the men at the door, they slowky walked forward and you could hear the shoes hitting the floor in chase behind you. Throwing a smirk at the two at the door you dashed to the window and used your arms to send yourself out of it legs first. Sticking the landing you stood up and glanced into an alleyway and decided to take it, you could still hear the men running after you. Looking up at the walls around you, specifically at the windows again and these were barred. Perfect. Stopping in front of one you noticed how high it was, your arms weren't gonna be long enough. The slapping of shoes filled the alleyway, making up your mind in that moment, you decided on a run and jump. The first attempt didnt work, at all.

By now when you started the second attempt the men could see you easly scale the windows, then the fire escape, then they watched you jump onto the roof and disappear. "Now who in the fuck does that?" Isaiah looked back at the group of men. All of them were out of breath. "Yeah who the fuck is he? Why's he so important?" Finn looked at his older brother, "He broke into The Garrison and killed 3 blokes" John answered. Finn looked to the roof and laughed. "Fucking hell."

The group started their journey back to the betting shop but what they didn't know was that they were being followed by the 'man' on the roof. Granted jumping from roof to roof only worked so far before you had to get down, you watched them enter a building and recognized the area around you, it wasn't too far from the apartment, letting out a sigh you walked back 'home'. How were you going to leave this place now? Taking everything off you started yourself a bath. Seeing your reflection was weird, you were so used to being seen as a man by the outside world that when you did see the feminine parts of you it was like a surprise, a nice surprise cause you knew you were one badass lady. Taking off the bandage made you huff in annoyance, getting knocked over causing your stitches to pop open and then all that running and climbing, all that hard work just to be back at square one. Walking to your room you redid the stitches, not as shaky this time, then climbed into the bath.

It's at moments like these where you wished you had your beloved record player with you. Music is always able to help you calm down. You could say music was your only weakness.

You lounged there wondering when you should drop off that money, would they even want it? They didn't seem to enthustiastic about your offer. Whatever you promised, maybe you could deliver the new bottle...nope, knock and run away? Yeah that sounds alright.

The water was getting cold so you stood up and wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way to your room to grab the bandages from your coat after dressing yourself you noticed there was a whole in your coat, 'the windows', letting out another sigh you grabbed some wide cloth and binded your chest, then grabbed a shirt, trousers, your hat, and some cash, then headed to the nearest store to buy a bottle of whatever you could find. Seeing as your coat had a hole in it you couldn't help but stick your hand in and out of it as you walked, you even pulled at the frayed edges before you mentally yelled at yourself saying that you're only gonna make it worse. Shoving your hands into the pockets you walked into the first store, it looked like a general store, had a little bit of everything. Looking around the shelves you noticed they had a very small liqour selection and guessing by the dust on some of the bottles, they weren't very popular. You saw an older man with a white beard and mustache behind the counter, "Excuse me sir, what kind of drink is this?" Throwing a gesture towards the shelf with your head the man looked to the side at the bottles.

"You want to buy them?" He looked surprised. "Yes but only if you tell me what it is." You let out a small laugh. The older man chuckled, "Yes well, the ones in the front row are whiskey but everything behind them is rum." Rum? You haven't had rum in awhile. "I'll take two bottles of rum, the ones in the furthest back please." He turned and set them down in front of you. "Is that everything?" He asked with a raised brow, "No, do you sell coats by any chance? Or know of somewhere that does?" The older man was about to answer when a woman behind you spoke, "You can buy coats down the road now can you please hurry im in a rush." Turning towards the woman you noticed the short haircut, to the chin like yours, her eyes were a bright blue and she wore red lipstick, she was also wearing a fur coat. Once your gaze went back up to her face, she had a mischievous look on her face. "Are you finished? Thats a rather large hole in your coat, what happened?" Laughing to yourself, you turned back towards the man and placed 2 bills down. "keep the change." With that you left and hearing the older man yelling thank you as you left, put a smile on your face. You enjoyed making people happy.

The store selling coats was crowded, people were everywhere in there, some were customers, and others were employess with tape measures around their necks. A woman walked up to you when you steped through the door. "Hello! How may I help you?" You locked eyes with her and gave her your most charming smile, "I'm looking for a coat, mines got a hole in it." Showing her the whole she gasped. "My thats a rather large rip, well if you could follow me I can show you some im sure you'll like." She gently wrapped her arm around yours and took off down the racks of coats before stopping in front of a section with many black and navy coats. "So here we have some coats that match the colour and wear as the one you have on now." Going through a few you noticed one a little further down the racks. "What about this one?" Pulling out the dark forest green jacket, you turned to her and smiled, "Can I try this one on?" She stared at you for a moment.

"Yes of course you can sir though I do have to warn you it is one of our more expensive pieces." Taking off the jacket you had on and giving it to the lady, you swung the green fabric over your shoulders, your arm protested but you masked the pain. You looked over yourself and you were quite happy with how it looked on you. "I quite like it, miss I think I'll take this one." The woman started speaking fast, "but sir that jacket is very expensive, yes you look very handsome in it but-!" You walked over to her and grabbed her hands, "It's alright, but now I have to get it if I look so handsome in it." Winking at her, you let go of her hands and grabbed your old coat, pulling out some money. "Is this enough?" She glanced at the money in your hands and grabbed the bills, she refiled through them then handed back 2 bills. "There its yours." She smiled at you with flushed cheeks. Smiling back, you placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly, "thank you miss, have nice day." Her face got brighter as you walked away, you wished she kept the old coat but you needed to get the bottle of rum to the building before sundown.

You saw the woman from earlier walk out of another shop in front of you. Her arms carrying a box and a bag on top of it. You could hear the clicking of her heelings against the pavement, she was walking with purpose you decided, guess she was telling the truth about being in a hurry. Then you noticed the men, the men in caps,'they're everywhere'. The woman noticed them too. "If you're just gonna watch me all day atleast be helpful and bring this back to the house." She placed the box and bag into the arms of one of the men and kept on walking before entering a car.

You watched the car leave and felt jealous but kept on with your travel on foot. You walked towards your street and on the way you saw a small girl running in nothing but a dress. Watching with careful eyes you examined the path the girl was running in and saw a pump in the road, almost as you were about to call out she tripped and fell. Rushing over, you picked her up and sat her on your knee and brushed off her legs and arms of the gravel stuck to them. She had her face tucked into your neck as she cried, getting you wet with her tears. "Hey you're alright now, I've gotcha." You gently brushed the dirty and gravel off her injured knee. "Nothing more than a little scrape aye?" She looked down at her knee and sniffled, "It hurts." Rubbing her back you replied, "I know darling but you're a strong girl. You look tough now and once this little scrape heals you'll be good as new." She studied the side of your face as you were checking the rest of her legs for scrapes.

"You've got long hair mr." She was gently pulling on the strands poking out from under your hat, "It looks pretty." She giggled as the hair sprung back into place. "Why thank you, I must admit I only ever want my hair to look pretty." You wrapped your large coat over her small frame and tied the long ends in a knot. "There you can have my coat, now I know there's a hole in it but you can throw it when you get home, it's just something to keep you warm yeah?" She looked at you with big eyes "Yea!" "Now watch where you run." She nodded, hugged you and ran away. The sleeves of the coat covering her hands.

Laughing you turned back and continued the walk. When you finally reached your street you saw the car the woman left in, 'curiouser and curiouser', the car was parked in front of your rums destination. Standing next to the car you gently leaned against it and began to come up with your 'escape' plan. "So after almost a day of my men trying to find you, you end up on my door step." Spinning your head towards the alley and the voice, you made eye contact with the man from the pub, and just like when you first saw him, he was smoking. Looking back to the door you answered, "I was just going to leave the bottle and money and be on my mary way." You heard in let out a airy laugh. "Mary way? I didn't peg you as the type of man to go about things maryly especially after what I saw you do to those 3 in the bar." Looking up at the sky you sighed.

Still sitting on the car you tilted your upper half and placed one of the bottles of rum on the top of the car, then you held up some cash and placed the bottle on top of the pile. Holding up your own bottle of rum and stepped off the car, "I'll be on my mary way." Throwing him a small smile you walked past him. "This rum?" You spun back around to him and opened your bottle. "Yep." You gave the bottle a swig and let out a hum. "It's pretty good too." You tipped the bottle towards him, "Cheers." You spun back around and walked towards your aprtment.

Watching you walk to the apartments at the end of lane Tommy smirked and grabbed the rum. He opened the bottle and gave it a sniff and quickly scowled at it. He put the top back on the bottle and counted the money, eyes shooting up to your apartment again. Where the hell did you get this type of money?

"You alright Tom?" Turning towards his sister he placed the bottle of rum in her hand, "I'm fine Ada." Recognizing the bottle, Ada made eye contact with her brother. "Where'd you get this from?" Tom looked at the bottle then back at his sister, "why?" Ada shook her head. "It nothing I just saw a man earlier today buying a few bottles," she let out a laugh, "he was asking where to buy a new coat cause his had this giant tear in his." Thomas glanced down the lane again to the apartment building he watched you enter earlier.

"A man eh?"

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Aaaahhh it's been forever since I last wrote anything, truly am sorry, but! I have been craving to write for peaky blinders again (I honestly love that show and its universe) I had loads of fun writing this and I actually know where I want this story to go so please let me know if you want a part 2 or maybe I'll write a part 2 anyways cause I have many plans for it. Anyways enough of my rambling, I really hope you enjoyed this and thank you so much for reading! <3

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Rules

This is a roleplay blog to do rps. This is also my side blog…my main blog I dont use anymore. This is a 18+ blog and that means there are going to be dark, mature, explicit, and some twisted themes here. Below are my rules. If you have problems with them that youd like to discuss we can.

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4. Please when starting a rp with me let me know what you like and what you dont like, if anything triggers you I'd rather not cause you any harm. I want us to have fun after all. This is not just for me to enjoy, it's for the both of us to enjoy.

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10. Yes a lot of my rps consist of Smut and NSFW content. I just enjoy them a lot, but that dosent mean thats all I'm into! I love dark themes... I really do. I love to plot and think of anything to do as long as it's fun. Of course they dont have to be dark themes either. I'm up for ideas all you have to do is send me an ask or a message. Or a meme!

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make ash and leave the dust behind (pt 2)

Tagging: @master-of-magnetism & Kara Zor-El When: August 1st, 2020 Where: Erik’s apartment What: This is the part where the villain says “we are not so different, you and I.” Warnings: Manipulation, xenophobia mention Word Count: 6,505

ERIK: He was distantly aware he should be worried, that he should have the familiar creep of anxiety cloying in his chest. Any time before a big move--lab raids, police station attacks, any of the sorts of things that tend to land him on the news--that feeling has been there. There were always so many things that could go wrong, and as a strategist, Erik knew what they were, how numerous, how dangerous.

What was coming tomorrow was the biggest mission he'd ever arranged, with far more moving parts--and far more lethal consequences should something go wrong. He knew that.

But the feeling wasn't there. Instead, he felt this other thing in him all but purring in excitement and reassurance.

One way or another, your people will be free in 72 hours' time.

Freedom. Novel.

He'd taken up in his Brooklyn apartment, tonight--he would return the the headquarters before sunrise to be there for final preparations, but he wanted the space tonight.

More importantly, he did not want anyone else seeing the uninvited but not unwelcome guest the Phoenix warned him would be coming. And it had yet to be wrong. He was at his window with a glass of scotch (what Jean didn't know wouldn't hurt her) when he felt the other presence, and Erik waved open the door before the woman could do anything with it--whether she would have knocked or knocked it down was up in the air, but he had a feeling it was the latter.

He also had a feeling that he could well die tonight, if he wasn't careful. But he knew her. They'd spoken before--even more than Erik had realized, until the confrontation at L-Corp. He could talk to her.

If he was going to talk an entire country into breaking one of their usual rules, he could talk down Supergirl. Even one with Kryptonite in her system.

"I knew you'd come," he said, glancing at her reflection in the window. He drained his glass and set it down in the windowsill before turning to face her, feeling a dangerous sort of calm.

(Dangerous for who?)

"I thought we might be able to help each other."

KARA: Something was wrong.

It scratched just beneath her skin, pressed against the back of her mind. Somewhere it registered, maybe she shouldn't feel like this, this was wrong wrong wrong and she should be clawing her way into figuring it out. But no matter where she dug in, her grip crumbled and faltered and she was falling again. Something was wrong.

But Rao it felt so right.

She'd woken up with her hand pressing through her phone and into the bedside table below, wood splintering beneath fingertips that hardly even felt it. It might've bothered her before (she was a reporter, Snapper hardly let her off her leash as it was, she had to eat she couldn't afford this), but her fingers curled and she found some kind of satisfaction in the way the glass crackled and ground together.

(She could just go take one. Who would tell her no?)

Everything felt off, from the way her clothes fit against her to the lazy Metro line she took to work each morning. The first time she put on her suit her crest felt gaudy. She'd never liked it plastered on coffee mugs, hugging billboards and printed on the front of T-Shirts anyone could buy from Wal-Mart. It was hers. It belonged to the Great House of El, and only those honored to share their last name should wear it.

The point was she felt different. Good different. Her fingers curled into fists, she could plough through the Earth without breaking a sweat and maybe, just maybe she should. The only good thing that had ever come of Earth was, was (crawl up, get out, this is wrong)–

Slip, stop, no. It wouldn't do to think of the people she called friends and family. There were more important things to address. Because Kara could pinpoint the change, and it looked like curling metal and fire roiling behind cool grey eyes. It felt like damp back alleys and the smell of blood and cigarette smoke. It was a sneer and anger that had hardened into something cold and dangerous.

It all came back to Erik, somehow, as it was wont to do of late. Whether they were on street corners in out-of-the-way suburbs, the late-night shadows of New York's rougher neighborhoods, or her supposed best friend's ivory tower, it all came back to Erik Lehnsherr. He'd always had an agenda, she'd known that from the moment she met him. When she got wrapped up in it, however, she wasn't sure. (She wondered, briefly, if she should be thanking him. A veil had been lifted, the air felt different. She hadn't replaced her phone since she'd crushed it and if Alex had called she didn't care).

He wanted something, he wouldn't have stolen the kryptonite if he hadn't. He had his cards in his hand, arranged just the way he wanted, and Kara fully intended to scatter them. She could rip the sleeves, unravel the threads, figure out just what he was hiding. It started with his apartment, lit a light yellow-orange against the starry New York skyline. The doors opened before she could crash through them, and she couldn't help but laugh. He'd been expecting her. Of course he'd been expecting her. The rush of wind caused by her sudden entrance scattered papers in every direction, but he seemed singularly focused.

(This is wrong, this is wrong, but really, honestly it isn't.)

"Oh, funny. You think I need you."

ERIK: The laugh bubbled out, unrestrained, because this was funny.  (It's not, it's not.)  The smile on his face didn't falter, didn't flinch at the way his papers scattered around the room.  Hell hath no fury like a woman, and this woman could blast buildings to so much confetti if the desire struck on a good day, but he wasn't worried.  There was too much power rolling through both of them.  He and Jean had nearly taken this building apart once before as a conversation spiraled out of control, had stopped only by virtue of their mutual sentiment for each other.  If he and Supergirl went the same route, there was no telling who, or what, would be left after.

It wasn't quite mutually assured destruction, but it was something like it, something that made the Phoenix sing.

"I think you needed the blinder taken off.  Which I've done for you," he answered smoothly, taking a step toward her.  Unafraid, perfectly steady, perfectly composed, because he was an Omega-class mutant with the force of life itself running through his veins and because he knew better than to show something dangerous anything but your own teeth unless you wanted to end up with theirs in your own throat.  "Believe it or not, I was worried about you, Kara.  You were so optimistic in our conversation in that alleyway.  That sort of idealism gets people killed--even supers.  Your little friend was manufacturing kryptonite behind your back.  There are variants that kill you, as we all know, but I didn't want that.   I just wanted to help you.  And I have."

He stopped in front of her, eyes searching hers, his own silvery eyes flaring with the fire of the Phoenix.  "Tell me it doesn't feel good, letting go, being able to stretch your powers without worrying about anyone else.  Tell me it doesn't feel like the first taste of freedom you've had in ages, and if that's the case, do what you came here to do.  But we both know that's not how it feels.  It feels good."

KARA: Manufacturing. The word caught and tumbled, gathered the breath in her chest and stole it. Somewhere, there was a feeling, like maybe if she could think straight it would hurt. Because 'manufactured' was worlds away from 'storing.' Manufactured implied Lena had made it and she–

Maybe she would. It's not like it was the first time Lena Luthor had done something behind Supergirl's back. Oh, she claimed she did it for the greater good (she did, she didn't), to cure chronic illnesses or save a friend, that the Kryptonians had nothing to do with it. Humans died every day, right? They were at risk from cars, but no one banned cars. Lena's given reasons bounced around then fell right off a cliff, useless. Because cars weren't specifically designed to hurt one person. Designing a car to hurt one person without considering them would be irresponsible, wouldn't it?

And Lena wasn't irresponsible, she was smart. She was smart, and she was specifically manufacturing a car that could hurt Kara's family, and her family alone. Her breath came in short puffs, a muscle jumped in her jaw. Her fingers curled against her palm and she could feel the stiff set of her shoulders, relished in it. She wasn't suppose to feel like this, "you don't get to be a real person, you're a superhero." But she did, she had been for a long time. She'd been furious when Lena had first shown her the detection device prototype, when she learned Lena used kryptonite to restrain Reign, when Lena did both of those again.

And to find out she made it? Eriks windows looked tempting. She could shatter them on the way out (you did this to yourself Lehnsherr). She could crash through the rubble of L-Corp until there was nothing left, she could find the one thing that might hurt Lena Luthor and–

But Erik was stepping closer, his agenda went beyond Lena. He weaved honeyed words not unlike those he'd lain at her feet in the alley. Fire danced behind his eyes, and she could still clearly remember the way the pipes had groaned around them. She could be mad (it was so easy to be mad). He was laying his cards down one by one and it was shaping up to a straight flush. If she flew away on a whim, she'd never know how it ended. And he had done something for her, hadn't he? She'd spent months writing articles, meeting with friends in tucked away corners, just trying to make them look worthy.

They would never be worthy. Humans would only ever welcome that which was familiar to them. She could write pretty words about Warren Worthington all day and all anyone would see were his wings. She'd tried with Lena. She'd backed away, shaking, channeling her fear of a device she should never have had to be afraid of in the first place into a passionate article which had been scrapped anyway. Everything she did, everything she said went through a human filter, since the moment she'd landed on Earth.

Erik was right about one thing, he'd lifted the filter. Whatever he'd done, she didn't care anymore. For that, he at least deserved to be heard. She lifted her chin as he approached, eyes hard, breathing carefully measured. There was no trust, but there was something. Something forged between the lines of texts and in the soft curl of cigarette smoke, a tentative understanding she'd been fighting, but found her old logic just didn't hold anymore.

"You're right. I feel better than I ever have." She took a step closer to him, boots pressing into the floor with a crunch, hands lifting briefly at her side and lips ticking up in a smile. He had power she couldn't imagine, and somewhere she knew she should be afraid, but she wasn't. She had a feeling she was his last card, and a straight only worked with five in a row. "And I suppose I should thank you. But I'm waiting for the part where you tell me why I should stick around. I don't like people meddling in my life, and I have no reason to trust you won't do it again. What do I have to gain by working with you?"

ERIK: She did her best to hide it, but he knew what that look meant.  He'd worn it himself too many times before: betrayal.  His fellow engineers, Magda, Charles--there was no sting quite like broken trust.  "You didn't know."  It wasn't a question, only an observation, an understanding of things as they stood.  He could see the anger coil in her shoulders, balling her hands as she cut her eyes through his windows to wear L-Corp stood out in the skyline across the water, and he felt it almost like it was his own.  "You can't trust them, Kara.  No matter how much they claim to care."

Come not within the measure of my wrath.  Lena Luthor held the unenviable position of being subject to the wrath of two of the most powerful people alive--had created materials that held the potential to bring what there was of both their species to their knees and thought herself immune from consequences because she'd worked so hard on image.  On painting herself as separate from her brother's insanity or her parents' corruption.  She was a different sort of Luthor, she claimed, but she was human.

Erik let the woman advance, until they were standing within arms' reach of each other, and simply kept his eyes trained on her face as the wooden floor crunched under her feet.  This space was too small, too delicate for the likes of them--hurricanes contained by glass.  If they wouldn't break, the world would have to.

You're right.  There was a part of him that wanted to say you'd be surprised how often that happens, but no.  No need for that.  They both knew he was right about far more than this.  She was smart--he wouldn't get her help if she wasn't, wouldn't let her within a mile of his plans if he thought she would be stupid.  He'd lifted the naive trust she'd been afflicted with, and so the wariness of his own motives was fair--welcome, even.  It meant she was learning.  "Because I did you a favor--etiquette suggests you ought to do the same for me.  Of course, I wouldn't be asking for your help if that's all I had."

He stepped back and turned his back to her for a moment, trusting they had something of a ceasefire for the time being, and retrieved his glass, pacing over to where the decanter sat on his coffee table.  He poured himself another drink.  "If you'd like one, just let me know," he offered, turning his full attention back to the Super.  "More importantly, our goals line up--at least for the time being.  We both have information the other doesn't that could be useful, when shared--as you've just seen with regard to Miss Luthor.  I have a plan in place already to enter this war, bring about that peaceful society we both want, set to commence tomorrow.  I have an army at my disposal.  I am happy to share what I have with you for our shared needs, and the only thing I want in return is that you do what you already want to do."

He didn't need to ask, didn't need to confirm--she was angry, had been angry for a very long time and hiding it under the mask, and now that she had the opportunity to burn it off?  She would.  She had to.  "Humans have never been worthy of your protection or your trust.  You see that now.  There can be no peaceful coexistence alongside people who don't know peace.  So help me give them the war they've been wanting so that we can build something new.   Show them how afraid they should be."

KARA: The moment Erik turned his back, Kara's eyes were back on the distant 'L.' It was only the faint tinkling of ice in his tumbler that kept her in place, a reminder there was someone in the room who had yet to lie to her. As far as she knew. Erik's passion lent only to truth. Lies made someone small, the conviction behind them only as strong as the fear of possible repercussions.

Kara would know, she'd done her fair share of lying.

She'd acknowledged the passion behind his words even before she'd found the courage to believe in them. Experience brought credence to his cause. Of course, there was a contempt for humanity that leaked through his pretty words of revolution, but it was easy to see where it came from. Humanity had been unkind to him. Kara had molded herself into something humans could digest. There was a danger in being different, Jeremiah had said, as he handed her a pair of glasses and told her never to use her powers again. Jean had told her she wished she had the bravery to be as open even as Kara was.

Neither of them held a candle to Erik. He flaunted his powers in a way even Kara's crest couldn't capture. He was proud of them, and he was meant to suffer for it. People said 'mutant' much the same way they said 'roach.' He had every reason to rally against his oppressors, and she had no reason to doubt that he would. That he meant it, when he said he intended to help her level herself a new home. Who else would she trust?

Not Lena. Not Alex, who forgot her. Her sister's name caught, and somewhere in the back of her mind she clawed for purchase once more, a twitch of her fingers and a hitch of her breath, but the moment passed. . She pulled in a breath and turned back to Erik, a glass in his hands. He always looked so suave, even in damp alleys. She wondered if he was scared, if he'd even considered it when he turned his back on her. The implied trust would almost be refreshing, if it wasn't drown out by the residual sting of betrayal. She narrowed in on the steady thump of his heartbeat. "You have my attention, Erik." His name came out sharp, the distrust evident even as she gave. "But you have an agenda. I'm not here to a play a part in your game. I'm done playing the superhero, for anyone.

"So I'm listening, as long as I'm working with you, not for you."

ERIK: Her eyes were on the horizon through the window, when he turned back from pouring his glass--it was just a moment that he caught, but he knew without asking where her mind was.  Ordinarily, he'd encourage it.  He would smile and tell her to go and exact her revenge on the woman who'd put her life at risk, who had lied to her and taken her help for granted.  Yet another characteristic of humans--abusing those who would give them aid and being stunned when they finally hit back.  Kara's desire was normal, expected.  But this was the first time she'd let out her anger on humans since she'd come, and Erik knew better than most the best ways to hurt people, had spent decades of his life with revenge consuming every day.

He would show her, because she was saying yes.   Because she wasn't turning her powers on him, she was willing to help.   Erik's mental chessboard reshuffled.  Checkmate.

But when he began to compose his response, a pang lashed through him abruptly, covered with a sip of his glass that briefly felt clutched a little too tight.  It hadn't been just like this, not really, but it was close enough that the deja vu stung for a moment.  In the next, the Phoenix was soothing, smoothing, and Erik said the very same words he'd told Charles on that beach in Cuba all that time ago before everything went to pieces.  It would work this time, though.  He knew it.

"Of course.  I want you by my side."  And he did--someone like Supergirl was too powerful to be behind.   (Demeaning to her power and dangerous, because someone behind your back can far more easily stab it.)  He took a seat in one of his chairs, perfectly steady, perfectly calm.  "You're welcome to sit, if you'd like.  You’re right—of course we have an agenda; anyone who tells you they don't have one is either lying or suffers from a tragic lack of ambition."  He was nothing if not meticulous in his words nearly always, and yet the plural pronoun went unnoticed. He waved a hand, and what had seemed to be a simple decorative panel of rippled steel on the wall slunk back, retreating towards the ceiling and revealing a wall covered with plans meticulously laid out with all the care of an engineer, a perfectionist, a master strategist.  "Tomorrow, my people go to war.  A two pronged attack to begin with, to gather attention and secure a space from which to negotiate in Stark Tower.  I will be holding the citizens of New York hostage for three days, during which time the government will cede land to us to form our own society.  One where we can finally have the peace humans don't understand."  He leaned forwards, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at Kara.  "I could do this myself, but timing and distance would be difficult given the location of the UN building.  The largest thing I would need your help with, should all go well, is tomorrow morning:  at around eleven o'clock, I need the bridges and subways into Manhattan blocked or broken.  I assume you could use the chance to burn off some steam.  Outside of that, once Stark Tower is secured and the endgame is underway, I'm happy to assist you, should you want it, in satisfying desires of your own.  Information, strategy, assets: I am at your disposal as much as you are at mine."  So long as it could be kept from Jean.

KARA: By my side.

It still felt empty. It was half a promise, nothing more than a means to an end. He had his maps and his strategies, laid out in perfect detail. He had an image in his mind of a home, somewhere he could be safe with all of his people. And he had them: people. So many of them. Kara briefly thought of Jean – remember Jean? Maybe she could help, please help, this isn't right – and Scott and Charles who could be happy and themselves. He had a goal with a happy ending, a resolution to years of anger and revenge.

It was a goal so close to her own, and he knew it. Their thoughts aligned in a way that could be just beneficial enough for both of them. But he'd miscalculated.  Kara didn't have anyone left. Her goal was a planet that was nothing more than dust orbiting a dying sun, a glint of green seen through the lens of a telescope. She couldn't carve a planet out of New York City. She'd tried. She'd been trying to make Earth her home since she'd first landed. She'd shaped and molded herself into the perfect human, then donned a cape and devoted her life to protecting them. And all she'd ever received in return was more pleas for help, a bounty on her head, and the word 'roach' spit across internet servers slowly gathering steam.

No. Erik wanted land; Kara wanted the whole damn planet. He wanted to ask and Kara wanted to take. She was done molding. She was done pretending. Pretending like she was less than what she was, pretending like it didn't hurt – she was too much too much too much, constantly making herself small so others wouldn't feel threatened.

It burned and she could feel it building in her chest. Why did she need strategies, if she could level the city and rule the rubble?

But there was something to be said for having a partner. He wanted her to cause a little chaos. He wanted her to burn some bridges, and he was willing to scratch her back in return? He'd get his land, Kara would help. Then she'd take the rest. "Look at you, everything perfectly in its place." She ran a finger along the boundary of New York City on his map, pausing over the Brooklyn Bridge. Something so iconic, it could be fun to watch it fall. "Me, too, right? Falling exactly where you need me to. How long have you been planning this? Years? What would you have done, if I'd decided to work against you?"

She lifted her finger, blowing out a breath, turning to face Erik once more. Leaned back against the wall, it almost felt like she could fit. This wasn't the product of a whim, her being here. There'd been a connection – not anymore, Kara, this isn't right, you have to – built on a mutual understanding. She'd given in just the right ways, and he sadder than she had ever expected (underneath all the anger, because if Kara understood anything, it was what hid behind rage). But she knew better than to believe she truly fit, not here. This would only last as long as it took them to achieve their respective goals. "Not that I will. I'd be happy to burn some bridges for you, Mr. Lehnsherr. Just...stipulations."

She stepped forward again, "I won't be directed. If there's anything you don't want me to do, you'd be smart to tell me now, and we'll talk about it. And...Lena Luthor–" Her voice ground over the name, low and dangerous. "Lena Luthor is mine to deal with from here on out."

Preferably now. How high was her building, forty stories?

ERIK: There was a new glint in her eyes, a dangerous chill to her voice that delighted the Phoenix but made something in Erik's stomach shift uncomfortably.

This part of the plan had been last to be put into place for a reason. He'd been reluctant to do this to someone who was becoming something of a friendly enemy (and oh, he knew far too much about those, how they were always a heartbeat away from one of the other), and most especially to someone like Kara. Countless visual abilities, flight, enhanced senses and strength and speed--she had so many gifts it was hard to keep track, would be nigh on impossible to account for all of them. Letting her loose was a risk, he knew, especially without knowing the effects the Kryptonite would have on a person rather than the mice Lena had been using.

So of course he had plans. You always had to have an extra card up your sleeve, a piece in reserve until you were ready to play it.

Erik wasn't certain he could beat Supergirl in a fight, if it came to that. Even with the Phoenix Force. Jean might be able to, if she had to, but she'd never let it go. No, the best way to fight a super was with Kryptonite or with another super. If it had been necessary--if it became necessary--someone could call for Superman to come handle her.

Or, if worst came to absolute worst, despite Erik's hatred of the man's human-first worldview, Lena's brother would no doubt be adequate, as much as Erik didn't want that man anywhere within miles of the operation about to unfold.

"A very long time." In varying degrees of depth, of course, and adjusting for current events. "But the version you see there now has been largely within the last few months." With some help (and helpful nudges) from the Phoenix. What would you have done?

"I prefer not to entertain ex post facto hypotheticals except as strategy evaluation. So often they only serve to make one upset." ( He could have killed Alex, he could have-- )

Erik set his glass down and regarded Kara, feeling a creep of uncertainty crawl it's way down his spine before being pushed out of mind by his current cohabitant. Destruction was in both their natures (no matter what Charles said), and she looked so very happy to indulge, and he should be happy for her except except except--

Train of thought derailed, just in time, as Erik took note of the red glow creeping through her veins around her eyes. Something, deep down, screamed danger. Erik stayed impassive, heart not missing a beat. "Certainly. I wouldn't dream of giving you orders, or getting between you and Miss Luthor." Not with Kara as she is, at any rate.

He leaned forward on his knees. "However, I do have some friendly advice and another request--related, as it turns out. Killing Lena Luthor would be... incredibly satisfying," he conceded. "However, I think doing so a bit later in the game would be even more satisfying. She claims that what she does, she does to help the world, that she's doing it out of the goodness of her heart. Let her see how very badly that's worked out, for a while. Let her see the city she calls home, the humans she works so hard to help, suffer as a result of the work she's done: the detection device, the Kryptonite, all of it. Let her watch it fall to pieces and then, when she's seen that, put her down." . The smile that came with that was the same shark-like smile that so many of the Nazis he'd hunted over the years had met their ends with as their last sight.

"On that note--I would prefer you somewhat limit the human casualties within the island of Manhattan, as holding people hostage works rather better when they're alive. I certainly wouldn't dream of asking you to refrain entirely--in fact, seeing that might put a bit of urgency on the negotiations, on their end of things, make them more eager to get in and get their people out. But I do need a fairly sizeable number of living hostages, at least within Manhattan. And amongst them need to be the UN diplomats. My mutants will be holding the building, so if you could kindly avoid bringing it down on their heads, I would be much obliged."

KARA: The requests gave her pause. Somewhere, it registered they shouldn't have to be requests at all. Somewhere, she was screaming and no one could hear it. Her hands stilled and the red glow faded and her breath caught–

And it passed. He didn't want her to kill anyone, and it wasn't an unreasonable request to make, though she imagined there were a few protestors on street corners with anti- signs she would happily leave under a building or two. "I don't want to kill everyone." Her voice had a softer tone, annoyed just around the edges. "I just want, I–"

A home. Her breath escaped in a huff, and she paced the room, too fast, hands moving restlessly as she spoke. "I've done everything for Earth. I've made myself so small, insignificant. Then I put on a cape and I've spent years protecting them, and yes there have been hiccups, but I've loved this planet. I just...why won't it love me, too?" The words felt heavy, somehow. Her pacing stopped as she pivoted to face Erik, her hands clenched at her sides. The truth was it was never going to love her. She was going to spend the rest of her life trying and failing, and Erik had shown her a path forward that might actually work. He'd gotten her this far, and she was willing to see how much farther they could get.

"I want a home. I want to make one." She pulled in a breath, and gave a small nod. "I'll keep your people safe, you don't have to worry about that. And Lena–" the name curdled whatever calm had taken over, "I'll wait, then. This is me trying to trust you, Erik."

ERIK: It was nothing he hadn't heard before, nothing he hadn't said himself, nothing he hadn't preached. And yet it stung more than he would admit—felt like being run over by a freight train, in fact—to hear the words come from someone like her.

Jean and Scott's conversion to his way of seeing things hadn't been entirely unexpected--Jeannie had his temper, beneath it all, and Scott had the same sharply strategic mind that had revealed to Erik that there was no path forward but by blood.  Their swaying to his side had been inevitable, sooner or later.  This was different.  This was someone who saw the world far too much like Charles, with optimism and hope and absurd faith in humanity.

Someone like Erik used to be, a long time ago, when in the aftermath of the War humanity swore never again and seemed to mean it. Maybe he'd never been quite as hopeful as they had, but he'd hoped to be able to live. To be able to settle in the home he built himself with his wife and child, to go to work and go to community potlucks and share photos of his growing daughter with his coworkers and have a simple life where he didn't have to jump any time he heard someone outside the door. He'd been willing to pay the price of keeping his powers secret, had been willing to smother a part of himself to integrate, to make things easy. And he'd had that, for years. Had played human, had gone to neighbors' birthday parties and babysat children and been the very picture of a perfect citizen.

He'd tried so hard. And then. Her words put a lump in his throat, made his eyes sting, and he turned back to his glass so she wouldn't see, downed the rest of the whiskey in one swallow because that burn was more welcome than that knotted feeling.  But that didn’t make it go away.

He pushed himself out of his seat, clearing his throat and pacing over to stand in front of her, eyes locking with hers. The fire of the Phoenix lingered, but the man looking at Kara was more Erik than he’d been in weeks. “I know,” he said, and hoped his voice didn’t sound as tight as it felt. “You deserve—we deserve to be loved.” ( At least one of those was true, but he really was less and less certain that he did--). “We did our best to be like them, to play by their rules, to help—we deserve a home, safety, love. And if they won’t give it, after so long, we’ve earned the right to make our own.”

This is me trying to trust you, Erik.

He couldn’t say whether he deserved that. She could trust him to the same extent that anyone at the Institute had ever been able to trust him—that he would never do anything to hurt the Cause, that he would do what it took to keep the people he considered his safe.  And he was doing that. But there was deception here, already—there was a reason he wasn’t clarifying the reason she felt different, a reason he hadn’t told Jean what was going to happen, a reason he was only getting Kara involved in the most peripheral of ways. The very same reason that he hadn’t yet told Lorna that Charles had messed with her memory, because Lorna was like him and would demand a telepath free what had been locked away which would reveal a much older erasure, one Erik had paid to have performed himself. Because Erik hated lying outright to the people he cared for, but he was not above deception and manipulation for their own good.

This was for Kara’s own good. It was. It had to be.

“I want to help you, Kara. Don’t doubt that.”

Kara: For a moment, it almost seemed like he genuinely cared. He abandoned his drink, he stood in front of her and there was something different about the way he looked at her, then. It was in his eyes, she thought. They'd been burning. She'd noticed first in the alley, as the pipes groaned and his voice smoothed over talks of revolution.

There was something softer about them when he stood up. His voice wavered the smallest bit, choked in a way it hadn't been moments before, something she wouldn't notice if she wasn't paying considerable attention. The burning seemed to recede, and for a moment Kara thought he was going to step closer.

(A part of her wanted it, but not from him. Her eyes glassed over, and her mind couldn't pinpoint why. He'd put her here, she couldn't get out, she needed to yell, to cry, to– she wouldn't mind a hug, but then...)

She took a quick step back, feet barely touching the floor. Red pulsed along her veins before fading, itching just beneath her skin. There were bigger things at play. He wasn't someone to be believed, he was a chess master. He was moving his pieces, and he was about to put the king in check. Kara could only move as he intended, and hope she was still on the board when the king toppled. Trust enough to get her to the end, then see how far his trust would stretch.

"The bridges will fall tomorrow morning." She said in lieu of an acknowledgement, of any care that had worked its way into his voice. Her feet skated further back until she hovered, framed by his window. "You'll get your home, then we'll talk."

ERIK: She backed away, and the spell broke, the Phoenix pressing forward in turn and relegating the conflicting emotions to the box in his mind where they belonged.

He had a war to win. He couldn't afford second thoughts. She knew that. Get a grip.

He would need to be completely focused in the morning, completely in control, because his people were trusting their lives--their futures--into his hands and he could not, would not let them down. He'd waited years for this moment, for the shoe to drop and war to come knocking on his door in earnest. He was prepared.

How laughable that he'd once sworn to himself that he wasn't a soldier, now that he was about to lead a revolution and plunge his hands into more blood than Sh--

No.

The humans had started this war, and by G-d, he would finish it. No matter the cost. He had failed his children, but he refused to allow their children to live like this.

Never again.

Erik flicked his fingers, unlocking the window latches to let the air in. He wasn't sure if she'd have broken his windows, and he didn't care to find out. "Of course. Until next time, Kara. Have a good night."

This was the last night of the old world--one way or another, it would never be the same after tomorrow morning. Those moments had come countless times in Erik's life.

G-d willing, this would be one of the few for the better.

And if not, the world would pay with him.

[ninaahelvar]

The Stakeout (4/5)

Summary: In order to get all the information they can, the detective duo, Bakugou and Uraraka, must go on a stakeout. But close proximity may force some underlying feelings to come to the surface. Also known as “Bakugou had a really bad date and it gives him perspective”

AO3

A/N: please thank @doesitsaysassonmyuniform for all her hard work on this chapter. it wouldn’t be out without her. all the funny stuff was her. i will not take credit for her genius.

There was a heavy buzzing under his head, like a hive of angry bees had infested his pillow. He groaned, rolling over as his head throbbed. He’d drunk way too much last night.

Buzz buzz

Was it his alarm? What time was it anyway? It couldn’t have been that late in the day, not with how his room was barely lit when he’d managed to pry open his eyes. It was a small blessing - if he’d been late for work on top of everything else, he might just kill someone.

Buzz buzz

He didn’t hear his alarm, so it must be his phone. He had vague recollections of the night before, passing out on his bed before he could even get undressed. Had he put his phone on silent?

With another groan, he wrenched his head up out of the cradle of his arms, and fumbled for his phone.  He squinted in the morning light - it was low, but not enough to avoid hurting his eyes - and finally flipped his blankets in frustration. It flew out onto the floor with a thud and he stretched out to get it, his stomach rising into his throat as he moved.

Extremely hungover - noted.

By the time he picked up his phone, it had finally stopped buzzing, leaving a faint ringing in his ears at the sudden silence. Bakugou frowned as he turned on the screen, the blur of notifications clearing as his eyes focused.

Shitty Hair (9 Missed Calls)

Shitty Hair: Holy shit I can’t believe u did it!

Shitty Hair: (10 Messages)

Did what? Why was that fucking bastard calling him at - he checked the top of his phone - six in the morning anyway?  He unlocked his phone and opened his texting app, and was met with a wall of grey message bubbles.

Shitty Hair: Uraraka just txted me!!

(missed call)

Shitty Hair: Seriously dude pick up

(missed call)

Shitty Hair: if ur fkn asleep rn I stg

(missed call)

Shitty Hair:  I can’t believe u did it!

(missed call)

Shitty Hair: It better not be a joke or ill kill u

(missed call)

Shitty Hair: ok I don’t care if ur asleep ill make u answer

(missed call)

Shitty Hair: Dude she’s super freaked rn cause u wont respond

(missed call)

Shitty Hair: look im porud u finally did it but u cant send that and then go silent

(missed call)

Shitty Hair: *proud

Shitty Hair: HOLY SHIT I CANT BELIEVE U DID IT!

Bakugou was starting to have a bad feeling, one entirely outside of his hangover. It felt like something was squeezing his chest, and it was getting tighter and tighter the more he read. He looked at the icon, and winced at the little number telling him he had more unread messages.

From Uraraka.

Shit.

He clicked on the thread, and scrolled all the way up to his last message.

@ 1:37am

You: heyyyy want som fuk??

You: shit no i mean

You: ur hot

You: it pisses me off

You: we should fuck tho

You: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

No. No no no no no no. No! Fuck! No! The universe was fucking playing with him, right? This couldn’t be real. Fuck! It was, it was staring him in the fucking face! FUCK! He was going to explode his entire apartment.

Round Face: ...what?

Round Face: Bakugou wtf?

Round Face: Do you mean that??

Round Face: How drunk are you rn??

Round Face (2 missed calls)

Round Face: I’m gonna murder you

In the midst of Bakugou’s midlife - soon to be end of life - crisis, his phone started to ring, Kirishima’s face beaming as his name appeared. Bakugou immediately answered, pressing his phone to his ear as he hung his head between his legs.

“What did you do?” he asked, and Bakugou did the only thing he could think of.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“You fucking idiot,” Kirishima laughed and Bakugou threw himself backwards on his bed, hand pressed to his forehead.

“I WAS DRUNK! I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER!”

“Well lucky for you phones don’t exist and neither does she - oh wait.” Bakugou could hear that smug voice of his radiating through the fucking phone and he wanted to burn it in his hand.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” Bakugou whined, feeling completely beside himself - unaware of how ridiculous he was sounding. He was just having the worst day of his life, and it was showing.

“Hey, at least it’s out there now, right? She didn’t say no.”

“I wanna die. I’m jumping out the window.”

“You are the biggest drama queen I know,” Kirishima laughed, and Bakugou put his head between his legs, a sickening feeling rising in his throat and the overwhelming urge to projectile vomit across his apartment was becoming an almost welcoming idea.

“I will kill you later,” Bakugou groaned, shaking his hand through his hair, over and over again until he felt like he was at ease. He didn’t stop for a while.

“Oh, so you’re actually coming into work?” Kirishima sounded surprised, and it dawned on Bakugou...this day was going to be his last - he was deciding it before it was even over, his last day alive would be that day.

“I don’t fucking know, give me an hour to die first,” Bakugou said, knowing this would be the first time that he was late - and having no other excuse than being a fucking drunken moron.

Bakugou stumbled into work, his clothes a mess, hair barely done, and collar sticking up to hide his face. With every step, it felt like eyes were on him, watching his every move, and it made every hair on his body stand on end - he needed to fight something soon otherwise he’d go stir crazy.

Before interacting with anyone else, a bounding bubble of joy crashed alongside him, knocking him off balance. Bakugou stared back at his partner who smiled like a child - and his heart was racing like an idiot.

Her expression fell, clicking her tongue as she took him in. Why the fuck was he feeling so hot? He felt like he was a rising thermometer, about to burst at the fuckng end. He was a walking infomercial, some fucked up idiot that can’t keep it down.  

“Wow you look wrecked. Sleep well, Blasty?” she asked, a slight pout as she stepped closer to him.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Not as wrecked as your face.” The two of them frowned at the words. Why did he speak at all? “Anyway, Case!”

FUCKKKKKKKK STOP TALKING!

If a villain could come in through the window and suplex him out of existence right now, he’d be grateful. So. Fucking. Grateful.

Now, Bakugou wasn’t a religious man. He didn’t believe in a higher power. That felt like a mistake - because God was punishing him for his abject atheism. This was a goddamn joke, and God was clearly laughing.

If he got down on his knees and started praying, would it stop?

Uraraka quirked an eyebrow at him, before answering. “Yeah, we had a new lead come in this morning and most teams are on it, you missed Aizawa’s speech.”  

Fuck.  Aizawa knew he was late.

Praying wouldn’t save him now.

Uraraka guided them both to their desks, rattling on about the case -  something about a guy getting into some dark shit with trafficking young kids. In the end, Bakugou found concentrating hard. He would normally listen and make sure to take notes when it came to figuring out who the guy was - but he just couldn’t stop watching her. He watched and wondered why the hell she wasn’t saying anything. Uraraka replied to the messages, she even called - and now it was radio silence.

Normally, Bakugou would yell about it - but it felt wrong to bring it up, it could embarrass them both, and although he didn’t embarrass easy, this was completely new for him. Embarrassment came easier with all that romantic shit. It was stupid and frustrating and Bakugou hated the fact that he fell for it all, after years of denying himself.

Bakugou wasn’t built for this shit, and it definitely showed.

As Uraraka went to talk to eye witnesses - a task that Bakugou was strictly not allowed to do anymore - he went to the kitchen, making himself a coffee and praying it woke him up enough to stop the nagging sensation in his heart and the throbbing in his head.

A whisper then came into his ear.

“Hey, want some fuck with that coffee?”

Bakugou spat out his coffee and it sprayed across the kitchen bench. Kirishima laughed behind him, moving away to grab a donut - the fucking prick.  Bakugou was meant to be safe here, away from her and this fucker had to come and ruin it.  

Bakugou coughed, thumping his chest before turning to glare at the other man. “Could you keep your fucking voice down, Shitty Hair?”

“I don’t know - can you look Uraraka in the eye?” Kirishima quirked his eyebrow and Bakugou stepped towards the pointy haired bastard.

“Want me to rip yours out?”

“Tetchy tetchy. Don’t lash out at me cause you’re not getting any.” Kirishima stuffed the donut into his grinning teeth, and Bakugou tried to burn holes into the fucker’s skull.

“Murder. Expect murder.”

Kirishima only laughed, waving at Bakugou as he went back to his desk. In the back of his mind, Bakugou could only think the asshole was talking about him - gossiping about Bakugou’s idiotic love life and how ridiculous this all was.

Bakugou wanted to fucking die.

The window looked so inviting, calling to him like a siren’s song.

As he sat in the kitchen, looking over notes on the case he hadn’t paid attention to, a loud blaring noise came over the speakers of the precinct. It was unusual for an alarm to go off - on rare occasions when fire alarm detected smoke (which may have been Bakugou - no on proved it was) or emergencies. With the chaos that was soon surrounding him, Bakugou guessed the latter.

“What the fuck is going on?” Bakugou asked as Kirishima ran back towards the equipment room.

“Genzo’s been spotted. We’ve gotta go,” he panted as he ran. He didn’t even stop.

Aizawa burst from his office, his scarf that was rarely off was primed at the ready. “He’s on the move! Everyone get going!” he demanded, stopping short of the door to look back at Bakugou, glaring. “That includes you, Bakugou!” he snapped, and Bakugou sighed, throwing aside his paperwork to head into the equipment room.

Kirishima handed him all his guards and gauntlets, the two rushing out as Uraraka was fixing her earpieces in, rolling her shoulders to prep herself. Bakugou smirked, watching as she worked her magic as she got ready for a fight. Regardless of how much of an ass he made of himself, he still couldn’t get over Uraraka being a goddamn badass at her job.

They got to the site of Genzo’s attack. He had completely wrecked a transport vehicle, exploded it like an atomic bomb and was causing a fucking disaster zone by the sheer amount of electric power around him.

“Any casualties?” Bakugou asked, tightening his gauntlets and making sure they were ready to go when he needed them.

“Two police officers that we know of,” Aizawa said, going over the short notes he was given by officers on the scene.

“Any officers we know?” Uraraka asked, her voice a little strained as she asked. Bakugou looked over to her.

“None,” Aizawa replied. Bakugou watched as Uraraka sighed. Deku. He knew who she was thinking of, and it made a spot in between his shoulder blades ache. He bound his fists and kept his attention on the chaos. This guy was burning every fuse within his view, drawing all of it to him and sending it back at people.

“Our main priority is to protect civilians, and keep him away from the generators. He probably saw he was close to the power plant - we have to keep him away and out of reach of that power. We have no idea what he’ll do with it.”

And with that, the teams were divided - one person on civilians, the other on containment. Both Uraraka and Bakugou knew their place without even a glance. Bakugou set off an explosion as Uraraka moved a group of worried people out of the way. She was great, when another eruption came through, she’s catch them in time and float them to safety - barely even registering that she’d activated her quirk.

When Bakugou set off an explosion that ripped up the entire road - something he knew he’d get in deep shit over later - he watched as the other agents got into position, preparing for their next move and knowing the reach of Bakugou’s quirk. The ground ripped up and threw Genzo around, knocking him against a building and an audible yell of pain rumbled through the area. It gave them time to evacuate. It’s all they needed right now.

Uraraka went to Bakugou’s side, panting a little as she pointed. “Group, ten o’clock. You got this?” she asking, pointing to the group of huddled people just across from Genzo. Bakugou scoffed at Uraraka’s words.

“Tch, who the fuck do you think I am?”

“Yeah, yeah, just wait for my signal,” she laughed, moving off, touching pieces of rubble that were easy to float. Bakugou smirked, watching as they floated skyward and eventually just guiding her hands on all the rubble she passed with her quirk activated. It wasn’t long before Uraraka found the stuck bystanders and pointed them to a safe route out of the danger zone. But Genzo was quicker than either of them had anticipated, rising from his injured state, rolling his shoulders with a tight grimace on his face.

Genzo roared, sapping the power from a nearby building, the electricity crackling over his skin and bared for a quick release. He wanted to inflict damage and make it count - Bakugou could see it in his eyes. Genzo looked for anything that was moving. The civilians. Uraraka saw it too, and she did something stupid.

She knew it too.

“Get back!” Uraraka called to the civilians, and Bakugou watched in horror as Genzo reacted first - her voice drawing too much attention. Her warning, was an attraction. The fucker moved quick - faster than any of them could have expected, and Bakugou redirected his explosions, trying to counter as best he could to the new position. He set off an explosion behind him, sending him to their location as fast as he could.

He wasn’t gonna make it.

“Uraraka, move!”

She turned her head, eyes widening and arms coming out to block far too late as the energy surge hit her full force. Uraraka was knocked so far back, she’s skidding across pavement like it’s slick. When she stops, she’s flinching, over and over again - her body reacting to the electric current running over her body.

He saw her hands come together, letting the meteor shower rain down, catching Genzo off guard and trying to evade the oncoming onslaught. He wasn’t expecting Bakugou though.

He was only a split second behind.

“DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”  

Bakugou came bounding in, hands directed at the target and firing off two of the most explosive blasts he had ever mustered. It knocked Genzo to the ground, and Bakugou landed over him, his fits binding tight as he repeatedly punched - throwing him about as the bastard laughed. Once Bakugou finally cracked one of Genzo’s teeth, his face a bloody mess of what it once was - Bakugou regained his sense and tossed Genzo off to the side.

In the aftermath, there was silence - waiting for the next thing to fall or the next blast to knock over a bunch of people. But it was just simply silence. In the ash and smoke, Bakugou waded through it, leaving Genzo to whatever fate he had left him in, finding his partner curled  up and in pain.

Bakugou dropped to her side, hands fluttering around her useless as he took her in. This was bad. This was fucking bad. Her clothes were a disaster, the giant hole in her vest giving way to blistered and blackened skin. Some of it had fused to the fabric, and it made bile rise up in his throat just to see it.  He didn’t even know if he could touch her but one look at her glassy eyes made it impossible not to move.  

The ozone in the air made his skin stand on end - and that was the only reason - as he pulled her into his lap as gently as he could. “Hey Round face,” he lightly tapped her cheeks and she turned to look at him. Her brown eyes were so unfocused. “Stay with me, fucker.”

Her face was so pale and her mouth moved wordlessly for a moment before she was able to speak. “You called me Uraraka.”

His throat was tight. “Yeah well you’d kill me if I called you Round face in public, Round face.”

Her lips quirked ever so slightly, eyes looking somewhere over his shoulder. “You just did…ugly.”

“Yeah I guess I did.”

Kirishima landed heavily at their side, and his breath hitched when he saw her chest. “Dude..”

“Genzo?”

Kirishima shook himself. “Right. He’s out - you did a number on him. The police have got it covered. EMT’s should be here any second.”

Bakugou brushed some hair out of her face - it was just getting all tangled and sweaty anyway.  She didn’t even notice. “You with me Round Face?”

“Yeah - but- but my chest feels -” She tried to get up and he had to force her back down.

“Fuck don’t move okay - you’re gonna be fine.” He scanned the street, and couldn’t push down the relief as the familiar jackets of the EMT’s came into view. “Hey! We need some help over here!”

People ran over, moving Bakugou against his will. But in the end, when he watched Uraraka flinch in pain, he knew he wasn’t needed anymore. Regardless of how desperately he wanted to stay. They were fragile with her, placing her gently into the stretcher, and finally into the ambulance. Driving away, Bakugou felt his heart lurch.

Nakamura Genzo was captured easily, given more restraints and heavier security around him. They treated him for his injuries - third degree burns, his entire right side was a mess of broken ribs and bruises, and the left was a little less severe. Bakugou needed to work on his left hook apparently. Genzo had a punctured lung from one of his ribs, and his front teeth were busted, but it didn’t matter to Bakugou. He was taken in - he was completely taken care of. Bakugou just cared about one thing.

~*~*~

Hospitals were always a place of pain - mostly for Bakugou on certain missions, yet now it was different. The fluorescent lights were straining his eyes as he walked through the halls - the constant wailing and crying was enough to keep him away too. Yet, she was there. His partner was laid up in a hospital bed in whatever fucking condition Genzo left her in. Bakugou was told the room number and he walked to it with bound fists at his side.

Flowers were already placed in her room, cards lining the benches with well wishes. Uraraka was already propped up - though there had been a day between her injuries and his visit. The rest of the team had already gone to see her. Bakugou was questioned a fuck tonne in order to explain Genzo’s injuries. He didn’t have much else to say other than “what would you rather me do? Beat him within an inch of his life, or let him kill everyone in the area?”

After that, he was allowed home, where he stared at his phone waiting for an update.

Kirishima texted late saying Uraraka was asking after him.

Bakugou knew he had to go see her after that.

He hung back by the door as Uraraka stopped playing with her phone, smiling down to whoever was contacting her. She looked up and her smile dropped, like seeing him was more of a shock than a surprise. Bakugou’s jaw set tight and his heart felt like it was trapped in between two ribs - unable to beat without causing him pain.

“Bakugou, hey, I was wondering when you’d -”

“What the hell was that?” he snapped, his chest a mess of emotions he would never allow himself to process.

Uraraka sighed, scratching lightly at her brow. “I know I was a little -”

“You were reckless and put yourself in danger for that shitty mission,” he snarled, moving to the foot of her bed. Her once soft expression turned to that of defiance, her brow crinkling in frustration.

“Hey! I’m not as fragile as you -”

“I don’t think you’re fragile, moron! You were putting your life in danger for nothing,” he said, hands gripped tight to the edge of her bed.

“Don’t be an idiot,” she spat back, folding her arms over her chest.

“What?” His brow knit, watching as she stared back at him, anger etched into her features.

“You’re being an asshole, saying you think I can take it, but then say I can’t because I’m weak. I can fucking take it!”

“I know you can fucking take it, but I can’t! Not like this!” The rage let slip the words that were held back - anger and frustration finally touching at the parts of himself he wanted to hide away. His hands bound together, tight fists by his side as his jaw set. If he couldn’t unbind his teeth, he wouldn’t need to answer her obvious question.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

There it was.

“Don’t do it again, idiot,” he replied, voice breaking and pushing himself off the bed, moving out of the hospital room and going home. He had the day off anyway.

It was just mistake after mistake.

Words said.

Actions not taken.

Secrets let slip.

Everything was a goddamn mistake.

With his head in his hands, Bakugou could feel regret gripping him, like a force that bound him to the feelings that made him scared of himself. She made him scared. No one could make him fear the unknown - pain, injuries, death - it was all he ever craved. But she went down, and everything came flooding over him, like a fucking tidalwave, saturating his being until he was as desperate as any other fucker on the planet.

It wasn’t Bakugou.

And it all made him scared. Of Uraraka. For Uraraka.

What did it all mean when everything else was a fucking mess? He hated that he couldn’t piece himself together, unravelling like a perfectly tied up coil coming apart by one tight pull.

Word went around that Uraraka was released from the hospital after two days, and given a week’s bed rest. She deserved more for all the work she did, but Bakugou knew she’d bounce back sooner or later.

Bakugou was midway through writing a report for Aizawa when a booming voice called out through the precinct. “Hey! Asshole!” The whole room turned, seeing Kirishima storming through. He wasn’t the type of dude that got pissed off easily, so it was a surprise. Then, he pointed directly at Bakugou. “Yeah you!”

“The fuck did you just call me?” Bakugou said, standing and standing face to face with the bastard.

“You haven’t gone to see Uraraka, I get to call you what I like!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, stepping back from Kirishima and going back to his desk. “I don’t have to do shit all,” he replied, only for Kirishima to haul him back, fists in each other’s clothes - the two like gasoline and fire, ready to erupt at any moment.

“She’s fucking expecting you, so go!” Kirishima replied, his features hardening, expecting the fight.

“Who are you to demand -”

“I’m your best friend, so listen to me and go see Uraraka. Tonight!” he yelled. The precinct was silent, and Bakugou suddenly felt seen - that there was something telling everyone about he and Uraraka other than being partners. He didn’t want to be seen. Bakugou shoved Kirishima back, straightening out his clothes as he looked back at the spikey haired bastard.

“Fine! Fuck,” he swore, murmuring curses under his breath as he went back to his work, holding back on his anger.

It wasn’t as though he didn’t care about Uraraka. She’d had injuries worse than this. Fuck, Bakugou had stayed at her house while she had a broken leg and a few broken ribs before - cooking, cleaning, doing her laundry. This was different. She didn’t seem to need him like before.

Maybe he was just…

Scared wasn’t the right word.

He wasn’t ready.

After everything that had happened, he wasn’t ready for her to see him and maybe understand what he said.

But he did have to see her. Check in.

It was only right.

~*~*~

It was weird, holding a bag of things for her as he stood outside her door. It was a crumbly old apartment building with like no space other than the essentials. With most of Uraraka’s money going to her parents, Bakugou understood why she stayed there, but for once he’d wish she’d think about herself.

Huffing, he knocked on the door. It was harder than he anticipated, but it didn’t matter. With barely a second to straighten out his shoulders when Uraraka opened the door. He felt a lump in the back of his throat when he saw her. It had been four days since she left the hospital, and four days since they’d seen each other. She had a few tiny cuts and bruises on her arms and on her cheek, but other than that - she was just Uraraka.

She was in grey tracksuit pants and an oversized hoodie she’s gotten at their time with the agency. It was far too big, slipping off her shoulder as she took Bakugou in.

“Bakugou,” she said, voice a little shaken. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

He gave a vague shrug. “Kirishima.”

“Oh, okay.” Uraraka cleared her throat before she opened the door a little wider. “Come in,” she said, gesturing for him to enter. He followed and went inside, handing her the bag as she walked past him.

“Here,” he grumbled, focusing his attention to the floor. She peered inside the bag before gasping.

“Mochi donuts?! Thank you,” she smiled, tucking hair behind her ear.

“It’s better than the nothing I was going to get you,” he replied.

“But Kirishima talked you into it?” Bakugou returned a vague ‘tch’ sound before he stood back in her hallway and Uraraka was wandering into her kitchen.

“How’s the burn?” he asked, clearing his throat as his arms folded over his chest. He wasn’t sure what the fuck to do with himself. He felt cornered, that the walls might swallow him and he may never be allowed to leave - in a constant state of waiting for her to ask about the texts and what happened at the hospital.

“It’s fine. I barely feel it. Recovery girl really helped the process along so I’m ready to get back to work.” There was a voice she put on - a raise in her chin as she acted tough. A show for him to not think any less of her. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“Good. That’s good,” he said, clearing his throat again and pushing off from the wall. “I only came ‘cause shitty hair made me. I’m gonna leave,” he said, going towards the door, ready to open it.

“What did you mean in the hospital?” she asked, voice quiet compared to earlier. She was scared. His hand was at the handle, inches from turning the knob, but he turned, looking back at Uraraka as she fiddled with the ends of her hoodie.

“What?”

She raised her chin, fingers still at the ends of her sleeves, nervously pulling at them. “I’m not repeating myself.”

He huffed. “I didn’t mean -”

“I’m tired of your shit Bakugou!” She yelled, and he stared across at her in shock. When he didn’t reply, she continued. Uraraka almost charged him as she spoke, getting right into his space and not backing away for a second. “If you lie to me, I swear to god, I’m going to fling you out the window, now tell me!”

She stared at him, a rage that only Bakugou could bring out of her. And in the midst of it, the scared teenager that couldn’t get over a crush was hammering away and begging for his chance. In the end, the man won out, and acted in the only way he knew how to.

Bakugou wasn’t a guy of many words.

So he didn’t use them.

He surged forward.

He didn’t dare to touch her, only kissing her as swiftly as body could allow, towering over her and making her stagger backwards. She gripped into his shoulders, responding with the most beautiful lips he had ever tasted. Then, she pulled back, staring back - no anger, just confusion, written into her features.

“W-what? Does this -”

“Stop fucking talking, round face,” he growled back, forehead resting against hers. He tried to dive right back in, only managing to steal a small kiss before she pulled away. Bakugou froze, watching as a smile grew on her lips right before she stole another. He smirked, knowing the game she was playing.

She tempted and teased, pulling back the moment Bakugou was about to latch his lips to hers, to never part them for as long as his lust would hold out. Whatever she she was doing, she knew the exact way to have Bakugou fall for it - she was going to have Bakugou everyway she wanted him, and he fucking knew it. All the while, it wound him up, like he was a jack-in-the-box, and god, was he ready to spring out and surprise her.

In one swift guide of his arm, he pulled her in by her waist, snaring her lips with his own and kissing her as sharply as he needed. He wanted her, and he wanted her the moment he stepped foot into her apartment. Pressing her up against the wall, she let out a soft gasp against his mouth, but he wanted to surprise her - do everything that every ounce of lust within him wanted to do. Her sweats were still midway down her thigh but they weren’t off, which gave Bakugou every excuse. Turning Uraraka around, her hands pressed against the wall - he bent and took down the remaining parts of her pants, bending down and watching the way her body swayed with each move he made.

Bakugou couldn’t help himself, hand squeezing into her ass, the bounce and shake of it making everything in him rise - adrenaline and lust surging across him. He teeth scraped across one cheek before he bit into it a little harder. Uraraka mewled, hands clawing at the wall - hard enough for Bakugou to hear - and as Bakugou kissed at the spot he not-so-delicately bit into, her hands released, reaching behind her to gently stroke at his hair. She looked over her shoulder as Bakugou took her underwear down swiftly, he wasn’t going to waste any more fucking time.

Gripping in once more, he pushed his face in the crevasse of her cheeks, tongue stroking at her tender lips and immediately making Uraraka rise on her toes. She fell back down, pushing her hips into his face, and holy fuck did he enjoy it. Bakugou held onto her thighs, widening her stance as he lapped up all that she was feeling. Uraraka whined, panting as he kept his mouth on her entrance, delivering his tongue in just to hear her moaning gasps.

“Oh, Bak -” she whined, and his hand snaked from her thigh to taking his tongue’s place, fingers circling her folds before entering her slowly. He slowly rose to his feet, her hand slipping from his hair back to the wall, and he kissed up the back of her neck to have her shiver against him. “Baku -”

“Katsuki,” he whispered in her ear.

“Fuck, Katsuki!” she said, pushing her hips against his hand, forcing it directly into his hips. She may not have known she was doing so, but she rocked perfectly onto his crotch, his cock aching inside his jeans. “Right there, right there! Right there!” she cried, her voice soft and desperate. She spurred him on, fingers working overtime just to hear what it would sound like when she finally came.

Her hips pushed back hard against him, her panting becoming a little harder to control and Bakugou could feel her around his fingers - Uraraka was at the end of her tether. She reached behind herself once more, hand on his wrist as she breathed in heavy gasps. He didn’t know if she was trying to stop him, or was telling him to keep going - either way, she crashed against the wall, crying out a little moan and pushing her ass straight up against his hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling the strain in his pants. “I’m not going to last if you keep pushing your ass into me,” he said into her ear. Uraraka looked over her shoulder, brushing hair from her face.

“I didn’t say you had to,” she said. Tempt and tease.

“Fuck,” he groaned, tugging on her arm to turn around, “you asked for it,” he warned her before bending down and picking her up into his arms.

Uraraka held onto his face, kissing him as he staggered around her cramped apartment. He fell into walls, struggled past the doorway, and had them falling into the bed. Uraraka giggled, kissing Bakugou before he rolled his hips against her, making her moan a little more. He just needed one more thing before he parted from her. He stood up from the bed, stripping himself of his shirt and kicking off his shoes. Uraraka took the cue and shrugged out of her hoodie and shirt, leaving her only in her bra. As Bakugou snapped off his belt and pushed his pants down, Uraraka unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.

Remembering where he’d seen them the last time - an awkward conversation was had when Bakugou was putting away laundry - he went to Uraraka’s dresser drawer, finding the condoms and tearing at the edge of one. He started to place it on when he saw Uraraka adjust herself slightly. Sitting up, Uraraka moved over to him, her hand gracing over down from his chest to his stomach, fingers tempting to down his length. He caught her wrist loosely, pushing it aside to her confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asked, leaning over her, forehead pressed to her own.

“I wanted to make you feel good,” she said with a flutter of her eyelashes. Bakugou smirked.

“Nah, this is all about you, lie back down.” She did as she was told, crawling her way up the bed and waiting for him to follow after.

Bakugou wasted no time - he could have savoured the beauty of her in all her glory, gaze at her wonder, but he wanted to touch her more than anything. He crawled up the bed, sucking at her skin, nipping underneath her breast and sucking at the edge of her collarbone. All the while she hummed her approval, nipping into his shoulder briefly as they came face to face once more.

Moving his hand down between them, grazing against her most sensitive bundle of nerves, her body arching into his touch. He smirked, the briefest of touches could have her responding, he wondered what more could do for her. When he guided his length inside her, Uraraka’s hands went to his shoulders, pulling their bodies together.

There was only the sound of Uraraka’s panting in the room, but it couldn’t last - Bakugou knew himself too well, he wouldn’t be able to stay still for much longer. He moved his hips slow at first, gaining speed and arching into every thrust to get the best noises out of Uraraka. She obviously hated that she was getting louder and louder. But his ego sure as fuck loved it.

“Katsuki,” she mewled, nails clamped down into his back, raking up as his thrusts came in quicker succession. “Yes! Yes!” she cried, her hand on the back of his neck.

She pulled him down, kissing him roughly, and he enjoyed every fucking second of it. She bit into his bottom lip when she got excited. Bakugou couldn’t help himself, he rocked in harder, taking up the back of her knee. Uraraka arched her back, panting a little harder than even before.

In her movements, he was finally able to look at her without the overwhelming urge to take her. There were scars that littered her skin, some old, some new, following the curves of her waist and hips. Her breasts were round, much like the rest of her, and tempting as everything else - Bakugou kissed down her neck to take one of her nipples between teeth, just to have her push into him again. It worked to perfection, her breast rising beautifully into his mouth, and her hips bucking into his own when he gave a harder thrust. She was perfect to understand, to love and hold in a single moment.

“Ah!” Uraraka said suddenly, her body recoiling in a single beat. Bakugou’s eyes snapped to hers, watching her face contort in discomfort. He pulled away slightly, letting her body fall to where she needed, but never leaving the warm depths between her thighs. Uraraka sighed, laying back into the sheets and looking up at Bakugou with pinker cheeks than usual. He wanted to smile, but he with the sudden halt on everything, he wasn’t sure if the passion had fallen to its wake.

“Shit, are you okay?” he asked, hand ghosting over her side. Uraraka’s hand went to the side of Bakugou’s face, palm to his cheek and guiding him to look back at her.

“I’m fine,” she nodded, “just take it a little slower right now,” she said, a little nervous with a soft laugh to ease her discomfort of their eyes meeting.

“You sure?” he asked once more.

“Yeah,” she replied, Bakugou once again moving his hips, a slow roll to gauge her reaction. Uraraka’s head fell back into the pillow, hand tight in his bicep. “Yes, like that,” she approved, and he smirked.

Bakugou bent onto his elbows, arms snaking behind her back and propping her up into his arms. Uraraka squeaked, the sighing as she sunk down onto his length.

“What are you doing?” she asked, all the while, rocking herself back and forth. Bakugou grit his teeth, breathing out a moan into her chest before looking up at her with a satisfied grin.

“I can’t do all the work, round face,” he said. She leaned down, hands either side of his face, kissing him in a slow, deliberate manner - making them both savour it.

Everything was slow, Uraraka’s pace, soft strides to ease her into it - or perhaps it was the way he hissed everytime she moved, liking the way he sounded, much like he had done to her. Then, she gained confidence and speed, hips jerking in a quicker pace, before she just tried to gain satisfaction by any means possible. She was glorious.

He could feel her unwinding, with every move, and every bounce back onto his cock, he could feel her walls clamping down around him. Whenever she moved down upon him, he’d trust him, making her jump a little in his lap. Before either of them knew it, Uraraka cried out, clutching Bakugou to her chest, hands winding into his hair as she panted out moan after moan.

She sounded like a symphony - gorgeous at her ecstasy. Bakugou watched her move on top of him, her hands stroking through his hair as her eyes looked into his own. He’d never had sex like it - something that made him feel understood, that every movement, all the pace, it was perfect to know who they were between them. Bakugou never wanted to watch anyone else on top of his cock ever again, not unless they looked as beautiful as she did.

In a moment, between his utter wonder and the growing need to come completely undone, Uraraka pulled hard into Bakugou’s hair. He hissed and Uraraka moaned, arching into his new position wonderfully well and he wanted to just take everything he had left in him and please her to every extent he could.

Two could play at that game. He may not have been able to move as fast as he could have liked, but he knew she’d not protest to it. With his hand moving up her back, he took a fistful of her hair and pulled, her neck exposed to him, and fuck he felt hungry for it. His mouth descended upon it, sucking and kissing at her throat, feeling the vibrations of every moam against his tongue. He loved it, and Uraraka knew he enjoyed it too much - especially with every thrust he added to make her close to her next orgasm.

“No fair,” she hissed. Bakugou thrust into her again, and she moaned, pulling at his hair once more, but it was much lighter than it once had been.

“All’s fucking fair game,” he smirked, feeling Uraraka’s hand on his thigh. He thought she may need to lay back down when her finger suddenly bound into his leg, making him jerk upwards into her. She moaned, biting her lip and smiling down at him. “Fuck!” Bakugou groaned, looking back at her.

“All’s fucking fair game,” she repeated his words. Bakugou bit his lip, thrusting into her again, watching as she circled her hips down onto him again.

“If you weren’t injured, I’d -”

“You’d what?” she replied with a smirk, and between his heart bounding like a drum, and his head screaming, he knew he couldn’t stop himself.

“Fuck it,” Bakugou muttered, pushing his weight onto Uraraka’s and onto her back once more, thrusting in one long and hard motion. It wasn’t until after that he thought of his mistake - his lust getting the best of him. Uraraka’s hand went to his ass, gripping in hard with her nails enough to make him hiss. He looked at her face, lip between teeth and chest heaving for more.

“I’ll tell you if it hurts, just keep going,” she begged, forcing his hips closer. When he moved inside her again, she guided him in with a hard pull on his ass. It was harder than he would have, but she enjoyed it all the same - eyes closed and body calling to his like they were magnets that hated to be separated.

His mind told him to go slow, to make sure it all lasted how he needed it to - but he’d be damned if he didn’t chase the sound of her desperate moans to get his own satisfaction. Her next orgasm came over her quickly, her teeth went into his shoulder to suppress the sound, but it did little to help, other than to spur Bakugou on. Her legs went over his hips, heels at the base of his thigh and urging his ass forward with every move he made.

Intimacy was lost on Bakugou, he never liked how he felt being within it, but Uraraka made it all different somehow. When her hand snaked down his arm from his shoulder blade, her caught her wrist, holding it down onto the bed. And he found himself wanting. Like he’d never wanted something so badly in his life. His pressure on her slim wrist went slack, and his fingers slid into her palm, binding into the gaps of her fingers. Uraraka held on tight, their joined hands going over her head as Bakugou continued to stride within her.

She made sure they kissed every few seconds, whining until she could kiss him again, becoming louder and louder to get him to silence her with one of his bruising kisses. Uraraka was using him like a puppet, but he didn’t care - she was heaven to be inside, her body a wonderful combination of sweat and silk and his body was to blame for half of it.

“Oh god,” Uraraka cried, her free hand back in his hair, body moving against his again. He could feel her hardened nipples against his chest with every movement, and he wanted to put his mouth all over her body again. Taste every inch of her. Uraraka whined, hand on his cheek, nails piercing skin behind his ear and on his jaw. “I’m gonna -”

She didn’t even get to finish her sentence, her release rocking through her in waves that made her hips jerk over and over again until Bakugou was following her. He held tight to her hand, the other was gripping tight into her thigh - unable to bring himself to move as he could his release come and go.

“Fuck,” he panted into her chest, trying hard to let her go, but it was no use, he’d drown in her skin before he’d let her move an inch.

Eventually, he had to - lying beside her as she moved to be on his chest. She was practically asleep by the time he’d shifted into his spot next to her.

“You good?” he asked her.

“Hm?” she replied, “Yeah, yeah. Just tired.”

Bakugou shifted, aiming to leave. “Do you need me to -”

“If you move, I’ll kill you,” she warned, hands tight on his body as she held him close.

“Fucking fine, round face,” he said, letting her rest back onto his chest. He smiled, his own exhaustion following hers.

~*~*~

When he woke up, there was hair in his mouth. He threw his head back, spitting it out with a scowl and wincing when it flopped wetly onto his neck. A heavy weight lay on his side, numbing his arm under the pressure. His eyes struggled to open fully, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the hazlenut hair he was very much used to.

Uraraka.

Holy fucking shit.

Bakugou groaned and slowly pulled his arms back only to stop dead still when she shifted. He waited, tense and holding his breath until she settled back down, soft snores puffing out onto his arm.

He tried again, and after a very slow escape over the next several minutes, he was free. Slipping from the sheets he staggered into the bathroom, took one look in the mirror at his neck covered in hickies, his hair a fucking mess and cheeks flushed - and barely recognised himself. There was no way his eyes should look that bright, or lips that swollen.

He’d had sex with his partner.  

He splashed cold water on himself, and contemplated drowning himself in the sink. He could do this - it was just a moment of passion right? Happened all the time - or so he’d seen in all his mums shitty romcoms.  

He could still feel her breathe against his face, hear the way she’d whispered his name. Feel her nails down his chest and the soft whimpers of her release echoing in his ear.

How the fuck was he meant to work like this?  They were going to have to… to talk about this.

Holy fucking shit was right.  

~*~*~

Bakugou hated quiet, and even with the sound of his pacing footsteps, it was all too much. He had half a mind to wake Uraraka from her sleep, or possibly just sit in her room to hear the fucker snore. Instead, he waited until the pot of coffee had fully brewed and made himself a mug. The rest of it waited for Uraraka to crawl her ass out of bed. It had been nearly two hours since he left, and she was still sound asleep.

He always knew she was a heavy sleeper, but it was like trying to wake to goddamn dead. He had went through most of her things, trying to entertain himself before he had to leave for work, and no matter how much noise he unintentionally made - she stayed in bed. The light of morning was peeking through her curtains, drawing a veil over most of her apartment and casting a glow on Uraraka that was criminal. Gorgeous was not the right word to describe her.

On his way to the kitchen hours before, he picked up his trail of clothes, putting on some as he walked past Uraraka’s. He was unsure of what the fuck to do with hers - was he supposed to pick them up? They were partners and it had been a habit before, long nights and untidy people tend to amount of a clean up when nights were done. But this was different. A line was crossed. They were more than partners.

Regret was something that was new to Bakugou, but he knew this wasn’t it. He stood in her kitchen and came to the conclusion that this was not something he’d ever regret. As far as the sex went, it was fucking great. It might’ve been the best he’d ever had. Maybe it was because he knew her, understood what her reactions could be and learning all new things about someone that he cared for. He wanted her to feel as good as he did.

Yet, what else would come of this? Was there a relationship there? Was he even ready for something like that? It wasn’t like he had one before to gauge what the fuck this even meant. His personality and overall work ethic was a pretty hard thing to deal with for most people. Uraraka was one of the only people that knew him, and still stuck around after. There was a trust between them, a fit that neither of them expected.

What did she even want? Was this all just heat of the moment?

He was about two seconds from marching into her room and finally dragging her out of bed when his phone chimed.

Shitty Hair: U need to come into work. Boss wants to see u

Bakugou rolled his eyes, gripping tight to his phone as he contemplated his next step. He took the remnants of his coffee and poured it down the sink, washing the mug briefly before putting on the remainder of his clothes. When he fixed his jacket over his shoulders, he stopped and saw into Uraraka’s room. She was curled into her sheets peacefully, and Bakugou grit his teeth.

When Kirishima texted again, Bakugou didn’t have time.

He left her apartment and went straight into work.

They could talk later.

He just wasn’t ready yet.

[calgoodie]

Flashback thread

Calum & Evie back when they got ROBBED by Ritchie! tw: This is pure chaos

@eeveexbb

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum was exhausted as he momentarily tried to pull his key out of his back pocket. He was struggling with it for a moment before realizing where the fuck he was trying to go and instead tried to push the door open, fully expecting it to be unlocked. It was always unlocked. But this time it wasn't. A confused look crossing his face as he once again began to struggle with the key. When he finally got it free he stuck it in the door, letting himself in. The room around him, somehow changed in a way that his brain could barely wrap around it. Their table lamp, trashed in the corner. Shit thrown about everywhere, chairs knocked over. It looked like a fuckin storm had rushed through their home. "Ev's you home?" He called out as he took a step forward and moved to put his shit down in his room. @evie(edited)

evie07/21/2019 "yeah." she said in a faint voice. sitting cross legged in the hallway, a picture frame shattered on the floor, which it was clear to see the evidence of lines being taken off of it. she was hugging her sore legs, blood on her legs that had dripped from her mouth and nose. @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum paused in the doorway of his room when he heard Evie's voice. Pausing as he noted that his own room had been ransacked as he turned towards Evie's who was sat on the floor. "Jesus Christ Eve's!" He said as he dropped his shit and immediately ran to his roommates side. His was as careful as could be when he took her face in his hands, examining the damage. Dried blood flaking off onto his hand as he looked over the rest of her. "I'm calling the police." He said as he reached in his pocket once again fumbling for his phone. He really needed to stop wearing pants with such large pockets. @evie(edited)

evie07/21/2019 she sat with her eyes glued to the mess on the floor in front of her feet, when the word police broke her trance. "No! No! You're not!" Her hands grabbing at his wrist, forcing his hand out of his pocket, "No police, Calum! Look at me! Promise me, no police! Or i'm out of here!" her voice breaking, now sitting up on her knees, her drained eyes begging him, filled with nothing but fear, "Fucking promise me!" she screamed before a whimper left her dried, bloody lips. @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum froze when she yelled at him about the police, his hand freezing in his pocket as he looked at her. He could see the bruising starting to swell despite the dried blood on her lips. Recent but enough time that whoever had done it was clearly gone now. "I wont if you tell me what the fuck happened?" He said as he let himself fall on his ass and look her over. "Evie you know normally I don't try to pry on your shit, but if that has anything to do with all the shit that's been going on lately I'm gonna need you to tell me now, because whomstv ever came in here fucked up the only lamp we had in the living room. Now it's gonna be dark as shit in there." @evie

evie07/21/2019 "Give me your phone." she stood up now, stomach aching from both the stress and the hits she had taken. her eyes nearly full circles, pupils dilated so large that barely any brown was detectable. "Give me your fucking phone. Give me it! and lock the door. Now. Now!" a hand resting on her back, another shaky hand reaching out, anxiously wailing for him to hand it over before she talked. "The fucking light is the least of our fucking problems, buddy-bear! Check for your PS4! Baby, it's gone! Long gone!" She laughed so hard, spit flew. Her laughter cutting off, "Move! Phone! Door!" @Calcium 🗑(edited)

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum was used to freak outs. That went without saying, but freak outs like this from Evie were new to him. He pushed himself up and didn't bother pulling his phone out as he moved to their front door, opening it to take the spare key inside, before shutting it again and locking it tight. "I'm not giving you my phone but you're just going to need to trust that I'm not calling the cops already." He said still trying to wrap his brain around everything she was saying. He gave her the 'wait just a minute finger' as he disappeared into his room, let himself have a moment of silent for his lost games, that he was sure he'd cry about later and re-emerged from the room. "Evie I'm gonna need you to chill the fuck out! Your freaking out isn't going to bring our shit back." He said as he b-lined for his roommate, keeping his hands visible so she could see what we was doing. @evie

evie07/21/2019 evie began pacing, her thumb nail pulling the loose skin on her lip, blood adding to the dried spots on her fingers from earlier. she turned to him, eyes growing wide again, "No! I need your phone! Give me your fucking phone!" she stepped to make sure she could at least see his back at all times, watching his hands. her eyes flickering to his face and then back to his limbs. watching his body language and movements. "I'm going to need you to give me your fuckin' phone if you want me to stay inside of this fuckin' apartment, Goodrich!" she stepping to him as he appeared again, her hands going to shove his shoulders, "Give me your fucking phone! Give-" she gasped and stepped back, shaky hands going to her mouth, it hit her like a fucking truck. How else would Ritchie know where she lived? When she was alone? "oh my fuck, you're recording this, aren't you? You're tapped! Bugged!" a manic laugh bursting through yet again before she slipped back into paranoia, "You! You fucking helped set this whole thing up, didn't you? Didn't you! You fuckin' sly hound dog! Piece of shit, fucking two-timing, rat! A fucking rat!" @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum kept his hands up, steady, again not the first crazy daisy he'd dealt with, just the first time seeing a monster inside the skin of his best friend. He tried, so fucking hard to keep his cool until she started shoving him. "Evie will you fucking stop! I don't even know who the fuck Ritchie is! You haven't told me shit all about this situation. You've told fucking Monica, and Hollis but not a fucking word to the guy who lives 2 feet down the hall! And I wasn't gonna say shit because it's not my shit but now it's my shit so now it's time to start talking!" He demanded, stepping back in her face. "You're not getting my fucking phone until you calm the fuck back down Evie!" He shouted, grabbing a hold of her wrist and pushing her back against the wall of their apartment. "Calm the fuck down!" He said again as he held her forcefully against the drywall. "Come back to earth." @evie

evie07/21/2019 "Oh, so now they are fucking talking about me, huh?! They are fucking running their fucking big mouths to everyone, aren't they! It's my fucking business, Calum! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!" she was pounding her chest so hard she nearly knocked the wind out of herself, she was glaring up at him, eyes scanning his in a crazed manner, huffing and puffing so that she didn't cry. Her back being pushed into the wall, causing her to laugh up to the ceiling, her wrists being held down so that she was unable to do anything but grind her teeth at him through an aggressive smirk. she arched her back against the wall bringing herself closer to him, "Hey, does this bring back any fucking memories?! but last time you had me against a wall, you had a stiffy. You hard, baby?" she cocked her head, testing him. @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 "Talking about you? Evie you were at the fucking 'family meeting' just like I was! Everyone fucking knows about what happened at the party! It's not some big fucking secret! Will you fucking cut it out?!" He shouted again, keeping his grip tight even as she leaned into him. Fuck her for bringing up that night. His anger starting to bubble underneath the surface. Not even at her but at whoever the fuck the prick was that had triggered this entire thing in the first place. "Fuck you." He hissed as he took a step forward to push her back further against the wall. His body holding her there to keep her from arching her back further. "You know that wasn't just me and that has nothing to do with this!" He added, hating that he let her put the thought in his head. "I need you to calm the fuck down and talk to me like a normal fucking person! I know you're upset but we're not moving from this spot until you fucking breathe." @evie(edited)

evie07/21/2019 She could tell he was getting angry, it was in his eyes. she couldn't stop laughing now, feeling herself being clung more tightly to the wall. "Ow, Jesus, Cal!" She spoke in pain but through chuckles. "I need more coke. What the fuck do you think happened, Cal! Take a look around! We thought we didn't have shit before, well! Ta-da! Out-did myself! At least we still have a vacuum- wait. Do we own a vacuum? Fuck dude, let me fucking go! I've been roughed up enough, god, i'm so small! Be nice!" @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 "The last thing you need right now is fucking cocaine. Jesus christ, man fucking look at yourself!" Cal breathed out, a mix of hurt, fear, anger, disgust, and something else absolutely eating away at him. He loosened his grip when she made it clear that he was hurting her. He didn't want to do that. "This isn't your fucking fault Evie!" He shouted, as his eyes searched hers. He didn't trust this. This innocent I'm small shit. Not with the manic look and the laugh and the threats to go get fucked up as soon as he let go. "Yeah I can fucking see that. I want to know what the fuck it is we have to do to make that shit never happen again. So you ready to tell me what the fucks been going on?" @evie

evie07/21/2019 She was glaring back at him through her lashes, nose faintly crinkled as her switch flipped again, "no? not my fucking fault huh?" she giggled again, leaning her head back against the wall, "wanna know what else i like to blow, Calum? and no, this wont be a sex joke. Don't let your dick twitch. Money. i fucking loooove to blow money. Or i guess the right way to say it is to lose track of money." her eyes rolling up to the ceiling in thought of how to word it, "yeah. lose track." she pushed off the wall, trying to slip her wrists from his grip as she pushed off the wall, "i owe a guy money, Cal. A lot of money. Half a millie." she laughed, saying it, tears forming in her eyes just hearing the words. "Half a fuckin' millie. You got any more PS4's?" She now was nearly on her toes to speak to him, "and let's just say that Dick-Bitch-Ritch isn't a big fan of me for prancing around town and never paying him jack back. So you know why i'm always looking a lil rough, Calum? Huh? Why i'm picking fights all the time or sometimes i don't come home? hm? ever wonder that?" with how she was speaking to him, it was like it was his fault, "because ritchie and i have this little dance we do. he comes to collect, i run my mouth, he can't use his words so he pops me like a zit. pop!" she giggled again, "so- after Hollis' beautiful god-like ass stepped in, bless his fucking soul, Ritchie decided to come and personally collect. But, you see, how my funds are set up, i have no money. So-" she glanced around the room dramatically, "ta-da! we have. fucking. nothing!" her last word a scream, looking at Calum now out of breath, her eyes no longer enraged and wild. her chest heaving, her mind and body starting to panic, "I fucked up, Calum. I really fucked up." @Calcium 🗑(edited)

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum's face journey throughout her rant was a wild one. Quickly changing one from disapproval at the sex joke, to confusion, to rage, and then immediately back to empathy. So many thoughts racing through his head as she spoke. Surely he'd noticed shit like this. He'd noticed the bruising in the past, but chalked it up to the fights she seemed to have a habit of getting into with people at the parties they went to. He remembered a similar bruising of the night when they'd.... He had to close his eyes to shake the memory from his head. A memory that needed to stay locked away in the depths of his mind where it belonged. But they hadn't ever talked about it. They'd avoided it all together which in retrospect was not a good way for him to deal with anything. It didn't erase what happened. It just swept it under the a very metaphorical rug, since now like everything else, their apartment didn't have. His body felt frozen in place as she screamed at him and only came back to life when her chest started heaving. When instead of grabbing her wrists again, his arms flew around her body pulling her into her chest and holding her as tightly as he possibly could. His fingers finding the back of her head to pull her into his neck. Words felt lost to him. Telling her she didn't wouldn't help. Really telling her anything wouldn't immediately fix anything. @evie

evie07/21/2019 He was going to yell, and for a moment she closed her eyes, still in Ritchie mode, waiting for him to strike her. But instead, she smelt his body wash and the smell of his bed when hers was too dirty to nap in, and her hands went to dig into his shirt. and she sobbed. an ugly sob. a really fucking ugly sob. she nearly fell to the floor, screaming into his chest and neck. "Why did I fucking get myself into this! There is no way fuckin' out! What if you were here!? God, he fucking put his hands on Hollis! Monica!" she only pulled back to look at him, make-up smeared all over her face, eyes puffy from crying and the cocaine and Ritchie's hands, "You can't tell anyone! Calum, swear you wont tell anyone about this! I'm already a fuckin' mess to them!" God, she could just hear Monica and Jane right now. Eric would probably stop wanting to get stoned with someone crazy like her. and Hollis? He'd never have that questionable spark in his eye again. She didn't care about the money or if Ritchie never stopped, she just wanted to go back to a time that nobody knew. Nobody but Ritchie and Evie and the higher-ups that Ritchie owed money to. @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum shook his head, pulling her back into his arms. He wasn't ready to let her go and at least there he knew she was safe. Because lord knows he wouldn't let a fucking soul touch her especially after what he'd just told her. "It stays between us." He said quietly, holding her for another moment longer before pulling back and taking her face in his hands. His thumb brushing against her bruised cheek eyes searching hers for answers he was certain he'd never find. Obviously if she had them she wouldn't be in this mess. He wasn't about to tell her that this only solidified his plan to find other methods of bringing in money. As well as apparently find a way to get a better security system for their apartment. "No one finds out anymore okay." He assured her, biting down slightly on his lip, heartbroken at the pain he was finding behind her gaze. "We're gonna find a way out of this okay. We're not gonna bring the others into it. As far as they're concerned its over you hear me?" @evie

evie07/21/2019 she nodded, eyes closed to hopefully stop the tears. a whimper leaving her quivering lips as her hands went to rest on his wrists, his hands holding her wet face. she couldn't say anything else, and she wasn't sure how'd she would come back from this. she wanted to scream again but part of her knew she was on the thin line between manic and sobbing mess. so she stood there, eyes closed, in their torn up apartment. she didn't know how they would get out of this mess, but she knew that he was the only person ensuring that she wasn't alone in this. "you gotta promise you don't get involved though. i don't want anyone else hurt." she could only get out a whisper, "i don't want him touching anymore of you. i'll take a bat to him if he does. i already want to kill him for monica and hollis-" she shook her head, wanting the imagine of holls' battered face, hands, and body. monica's black eye. and now calum's home. "I'm sorry." @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum shook his head as his fingers wiped away at her tears. Finding each one like a slowed down game of fruit ninja. While he knew that none of what he was about to say was true, he'd say it if it's what she needed to hear to get back to a place of calm. "I promise Eve's." He said softly as he leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. "He's not gonna lay a hand on any of us ever again alright. You included. You and I are gonna figure this out like we figure everything out okay?" He assured her as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead, longer fingers moving to smooth down her wild hair. "I'm right here okay. And you're safe now. We both are. It's just stuff." He said softly as he pulled back to look at her again. @evie

evie07/21/2019 was it crazy that a small part of her had hoped for Hollis to react this way? It was a crazy thought, considering Hollis had actually gone to jail and taken a beating for her. And sure, she knew and had been through a lot more with Calum, all of the episodes she had held him through. "i'm so fuckin' scared, dude." she hated to still be crying, "you don't gotta be dragged in-" she forced herself to exhale as he kissed her forehead, a sign that he held no grudges or ill vibes towards her. she tried to match her breathing to his, feeling her hair being tamed with one of his large hands. "Ok. Just stuff." she repeated to help make it truer, she opened her eyes to look at him, giving him a sad smile that felt foreign on her own face, "what are we going to do? I think he took the toaster oven and the good towels." she laughed sadly, now trying to fix the smeared make-up she knew was probably all over her face. "and i'm sorry... for, you know, everything i said." she began to move towards the one cherished thing he didn't take, her coke box, trying to keep the mood light, "i'm beat. literally and physically. fuck, dude." @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum shook his head as his lips moved to her cheeks. "I'm already in it. I've been in it since the first time someone laid hands on one of my favorite people in the world even if I didn't know it." He assured her. He shook his head as he saw her going for the coke box and carefully took her wrist in his hand, instead leading her to the couch so that he could sit down and pull her into his lap. While Calum didn't have a problem with drugs or any of their use, after the manic state he'd just saw her in coke really seemed to be the last thing she needed. "Don't apologize to me." He said as he moved her legs over his lap and held her tightly against his body, her face close to his as he brought her into the crook of his neck. "I'll see what I can borrow from my works break room. I feel like they have a lot of extra electronic shit and we always have the option of stealing from the laundry room. I'm sure people will wash towels eventually." He teased quietly as he used his free hand that wasn't holding her to gently tilt her chin so she'd look at him. "I bet but I'm just glad you're alive." @evie

evie07/21/2019 She grunted as she was led away from her box. But knew it was impossible to put up a fight at the moment. She let him take her into his lap, sighing loudly in protest and in finally having the comfort of knowing they were locked inside their place. And if Ritchie did come back, there was no getting in it worrying he would be running into Calum on the way up. And she was sure Jane wouldn’t let him touch Monica. “We’re going to have to use the whack off towel, aren’t we?” She closed her eyes and let her body relax, her breathing slowing and mind calming now when she wasn’t looking around at the mess. God, she hadn’t even seen her own room yet. She was led to look at him, smirking at him with thankfulness all over her face, “really? I was hoping this would be the one to take me out.” She teased again, “I’m glad you weren’t here. The dude is nuts, like, more then me. Times ten... Hundred.” @Calcium 🗑(edited)

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum chuckled at the mention of the whack off towel. Which there was no way in hell he was using. He'd dry off the old fashioned way, by throwing his clothes on over his soaking wet body or roll around on their carpet until he was dry. "We might, but only until I can get us some new ones okay?" He mused, pursing his lips as he felt her start to relax in his hold. Could feel her chest rising and falling against his as his eyes explored the bruises forming on her face. "Don't even joke like that. I literally can't afford to live here without you." He said straight faced before cracking a smile. He was glad she'd gotten back to a place where she felt comfortable enough with him to joke. "I can imagine. The dude got knocked out by Hollis and still had the balls to show up here. He's clearly got some sort of death wish." He mused as his fingers moved from her chin, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I appreciate that you're trusting me enough with this. I know I didn't really give you a choice but you know. Thought that counts." @evie

evie07/21/2019 "yeah, we are poor. so fuckin' poor." she whined, closing her eyes to rest her head on his shoulder after he tucked away some of her curls. "if you tell anyone i let you take care of me, i'm suing." she moved her arms to wrap around his furtherest arm from her, she could never sleep on coke but for once, her body slowed down and her stomach stopped twisting. she let out a yawn, wiggling to get comfortable. "thought that counts. maybe if we think about a nice rug, it'll appear. or-" she yawned again, eyes watering although they were closed, "like.. a new playstation. and towels.. and a new blender, we've never had a blender.." she exhaled slowly from her nose, allowing herself to fall asleep in his lap.

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Selene Crawford: The alliance, The truth and The Secret

Warning: not that I can think of except maybe cursing if you see it.

So this one took me a bit to make, I’m grateful for all your feedback, reblog and likes. Welcome to those who like to follow me. And I hope you guys like it. I’m having fun making this in a contradictory way lol. Thanks ^^. Enjoy!

After sometime getting them sited and organized without trying to kill each other Lancelot, Kincaid and the third man only know as Ian started the meeting.

“Thank you for coming today all of you. I know this is not the ideal scenario but we need all your help.” began Kincaid.

“As you may know Miss Selene Crawford is being targeted...”

“Excuse, me but who are you again?” asked Yukimura eyeing the three older men.

“Wait, how is possible that after one attempt you say she is being targeted.” was the next question made by Hideyoshi.

The three old men looked at themselves confused.

“My, our manners are lacking today. My apologies I am Lancelot Edwards this is my associate, Ian McCloud and you already know Detective Angus Kincaid. We are Selene's guardians when she was a minor.” answered Lancelot.

“As for your question young Toyotomi I think there might be a confusion here. Selene had been receiving suspicious letter threats for weeks now. She told us that she had been sometimes feeling followed from the office. Didn't you know that?” responded Lancelot not surprised.

“Oh boy, that girl, why is she always like this?” said Ian rolling his eyes.

“So wait, first of all who you guys are again? Second, she didn't told you anything Oda, Hahaha, that's rich.” said Kenshin.

“I don't want to rub it in Oda, but apparently Princess does not seem to trust you much uh?” Shingen's comment hit right home with Nobunaga, but showing them specially Shingen was not an option.

“You are wrong Mr. Takeda. Selene is not the type to lie. For her the term of “not mention it” does not fall into the category of lying. She must be thought on protecting all of you. And that includes you Akechi. She might be furious that you steal all the staplers on the office but she wanted to protect you from this including you.” said Ian. “That girl always thinking about others before herself.” Ian gave a head shake.

“So it was you after all Mitsuhide?” to accusation on and censorship on Hideyoshi was evident. But Nobunaga shut Hideyoshi's accusations with one look. Then turning to Ian he told him silently to keep talking.

“Selene was adopted by us when she was 15 years old she was a wild card, a spitfire of sorts, she gave us all sorts of headaches back then. Man was a wild girl, heh, heh.” At this point everyone was paying attention to the story. Kincaid took the lead after Ian gave a sight.

“When I found her at the police station she was considered a lost cause. So, we made a deal with the judge and put her one year in juvenile. After that she was release into our custody, and we trained her and gave something for a while...”

“A Home?” asked Sasuke.

“No, we gave her stability. When she lost her family she lost part of herself that day. She never let herself,heal that part, not until you guys came along.”

“I'm sure for you this is inconsequential, but you became the first thing that meant more than being stable. And for that we thank you.”

“OK, sorry to interrupt again but what does this have to do with us?” was Shingen's turn to ask.

“We believe, the person who is targeting her, will go to any length to harm her. We need as much help as possible to protect her.”

“ I appreciate it but I we can handle this alone.” said Nobunaga flat line.

“Then she will die Mr. Oda, Selene does not deserve that.” said Kincaid putting someone of the threats Selene had been receiving during the last few weeks.

Nobunaga took a look at one of the letters. Words wrote in what it seemed to be blood. “Is this...”

“Yes, Mr. Oda is blood. We got this letter when she called us three days ago asking for the snake.”

Mitsuhide just let one eyebrow raise in amusement, but remained silent. All this new information was being useful and he wanted to get as much as possible. So, for the moment he will play nice.

Nobunaga took another letter and examine it. The threads were one sentence and yet, were direct. Hate, and an edge of madness were the most commons feelings he could get. He felt identified with Selene now that he got more information about her past. And yet, a feeling of anger was there. Why she didn't trust them? Why? Putting the information aside , Kincaid laid a file on the table. Inside Nobunaga started looking at pictures and tables with  report progress regarding Selene's training, weapons proficiency, martial arts training, information collection, and the list went on. But it was the last sentence that makes him squint his eyes and look at Lancelot in suspicion.

“Are you sure this is really the extend of her abilities?”

“She will never let you see her in action, Mr. Oda. This part of her is a very contradictory  one. We had many times told her to be proud of what she can do. But she refuses to do so. For her these set of skills, will only bring her isolation and rejection.” was Kincaid's response to Nobunaga's question.

( As you know I have a past...) Nobunaga could remember the conversation they had yesterday. He remembered her eyes, the sentiment was sad and painful. To see her, admitting that she never considered the possibility of embracing her past was new and that he might be helping her lessen her burden with his opinion could help him understand her better.  

“What do we know about this stalker?” Nobunaga wont admit to it he accepted the truce on his own way.

“Very well Mr. Oda this was a wise decisions, we are grateful for all your help. Mr. Takeda?”

Shingen took the backseat to hear what this whole story was about. He knew about the docks and their story. But Selene was the best secret being kept from anyone, including him.

“So she have all this training and she is not using it? Is there is something you haven't told us?”

“She doesn't have one drop of cold blood on those veins. She is smart, beautiful, kind, warmhearted and willing to always help those in need but also she is damaged. Still with all the things that had happened; Selene still choose walk the right path. So we gave her that option. It's a hard path but she didn't want it any other way. She surprised us with that angel she have, anyone who meet her likes her right away. That's why we decided to respect her wishes.  After all is was...a tragedy what happened to her parents, to her.” said Ian with sorrow.

Shingen took this information with caution. Something was odd, and missing. But for the moment he will go with the flow. “So what's next?” he added to continue the ball rolling. As much as he hate it he will help Oda but for selfish reasons. No one will, take him down except him. He have to pay for all his sins but no one will take that right from him. This was Shingen's goal and someday he will get him.

“Selene needs to be protected, she can't be alone. And also the Dragon needs to know. So, since we broke her promise we have to call her and let her know.” was Lancelot turn to talk.

“Her promise?” almost everyone asked at the same time.

“Yes, she made us promised not to tell you, but after what happened yesterday, we took it as a sign to interfere.” with this Lancelot finished ask Nobunaga to make the call.

While the meeting was taking place, Selene and Masamune took their time to know each other. They started playing 20 questions to which their own respective surprise was one hell of roller coaster.

“Wait, a good piece of meat is considered Medium rare, well done is like getting a cardboard with seasoning.” said Masamune astonished to hear Selene's answer to the type of meat she likes.

“Well done is a suitable term for me and I had managed to make it delicious. It is you who is wrong Chef Date.” replied Selene challenging Masamune's comment.

“Really? This is incredible lass, you are a food terrorist. I can't believe this...”

“Me, what? Who is the one who don't drink coffee? I mean it's basically the western version of tea.” now it was Selene's turn to act offended.”You are the food terrorist, not me.” she tried to pout but couldn't help start giggling.

Masamune had to laugh at the sight he had before him. Selene was giggling and relaxed. They were taking their time to know more about each other and see if there could be something more. He admitted the kiss was a bold move on his part. It could had backfire, until she open her mouth and let him conquer her mouth. For the moment he will have to take his time and make his moves carefully. Although, Selene accepted him and admitted she is attracted to him, there is a level of shyness in her. He had noticed her touching her arms sometimes during the morning. Curious about that he shot his next question.

“So, you are like to cuddle or french kiss?” Masamune was delighted with the reaction he got from her. She stop on mid action. Opening and closing her mouth while her eyes started to widened and her face got a beautiful scarlet shade including her neck and ears. Completely off guard Masamune smiled and waited for response.

Selene was caught off guard, oh boy, how can she answer to that question without sounding like an idiot. Of course, the answer will be both, problem is that she doesn't know how to french kiss someone. Which took back to that kiss in the morning, he simply played all her fantasies in one move with that kiss. She almost became a puddle of slime on the floor after that kiss. But letting him know that? No, way, uh,uh. There no way he finds out she is still a virgin, although he will find it sooner or later if he indeed decides to keep being with her. Selene wreck her mind trying to answer that question when she suddenly saw Masamune's grinning like an idiot.

“Hey, why is that face for?” trying to change the subject.

“Well this is my face, kitten and don't change the subject I want to know the answer, come on,” Masamune knew right away she was embarrassed.

“Oh, time out, we need more tea.” with this Selene went to the kitchen to make more tea and started pouring water on the kettle when Masamune entered the kitchen and got closed to her on the kitchen sink. He walk behind and whisper to her ear. “Something wrong kitten?”

Selene turn around to find herself face to face with Masamune. She found herself mute at the look of desire and tenderness with which he was looking at her.  Without losing eye contact, he turned off the faucet and  sit her on the border of the sink. Masamune smiled softly while landing soft kisses on her face including her scar. Selene closed her eyes and let him embrace her while kissing. He was about to kiss her when the cellphone sounded the Imperial March letting him know Nobunaga was calling.

“Saved by the bell I guess?” blinking an eye on her, Masamune went to get the phone and put it on speaker. “How is everything?”

“We finished the meeting, is Selene with you?”

“Yes, she is right here, drinking some tea, why?” Masamune looked at Selene who was still mortified and getting more red by the second.

“Yes, I'm here boss is everything ok?” Selene worked to sound normal but all she could think was on those kisses and his touch.

“Good, I have you on speaker.”

“Same here.” replied Masamune.

“Hey Laddie, how are ya?” Selene heard Ian's voice and she smiled softly.

“Hey, Ian, yes, what is happening?” Selene was surprised to hear him with Nobunaga.

“Ha, nothing much, btw did the Dragon already pop your cherry?”

Before anyone could register what had just happened, Selene bolted as fast as she could to her room and slam the door shut.

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family matters

stray kids 10th member au

Charlie x Valerie x Stray Kids

[for those don’t know, or have forgotten Valerie is Charlie’s step-sister (she’s the same age as minho) and she hates Charlie & Jacob (Charlie’s twin brother) she is very rude to them.]

important information: Charlie’s father and step mother are both unfit to work at the time after a incident so Valerie is looking after their companies (which are massive) because neither Charlie or Jacob are able to do it...and their recoveries could take months.

questions? thoughts? requests? send me an ask!

bold = english

(gif not mine! credit to owner!)

October 21st - unveil showcase

“we can eat now!!” Felix cheered, as they exited the stage and walked down the long corridor back to the dressing room. most of the boys laughed at his enthusiasm, agreeing with him. Charlie walked behind them all with her head down, deep in thought.

that couldn’t of been her in the crowd, why would she be in korea, why would she come to the showcase. why-

her little train of thought was cut if when someone slipped their hand into hers, tugging on it a little. she looked down at her hand then up at the person, it was Minho. 

“what’s wrong with you? you’re never this quiet” he nudged her shoulder with his own, a small smile painted onto his lips. Charlie shook her head dismissively and looked back down

“it’s nothing, just thinking about something”

Minho pulled his hand from hers and swung his arm over shoulder. “about what? you seem....troubled” he raised on eyebrow at her. the younger laughed and leaned against him, “you sound like my English teacher..” Minho laughed at her comment before she started talking again “i just thought i saw someone in the crowd” 

“ahhhh okay” he nodded. with no attempts to continue the conversation from either of them they walked in silence, listening to the other boys bicker playfully, that was until the sound of feet running down the corridor and shouts caught the attention of the whole group. 

“hey! charlie, wait!”

i recognize that voice charlie thought and spun around coming face to face with her step sister, Valerie. the older girl skid to a stop in front of Charlie, breathing heavily. “Jesus Christ girl you need to pay more attention to the people around you” she snapped. 

Charlie scoffed and went to reply but remembered the boys were with her she quickly turned back to them. “you guys go ahead, seems like I've got company to deal with” she rolled her eyes. 

“who is she?” Hyunjin piped up, Charlie glanced behind her before answering “my step sister from hell”

some of the boys bit back laughs, Charlie as well. “i’ll join you guys once I've sorted this out, but if i’m not back in 10 minutes someone come look for me” 

they all nodded and turned around, shuffling towards the dressing room and disappearing through the door. once she was sure they had all gone she turned to Valerie. “two thing. one, why the hell are you here? two, what the hell do you want?” 

Valerie scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest “that’s no way to talk to your sweet older sister is it?” she fluttered her false lashes, a wicked smile on her lips.

Charlie took a step threatening step forwards. “you are not my sister, and you’ll never be. so tell what you need to and get lost” she glared up at the girl. usually Charlie held back during arguments with Valerie but that wasn’t going to be the case today.

 “okay first things first darling, you are not allowed to talk to me like that. i’m older than you and that means you respect me, got it?” she grabbed Charlie by the collar of her shirt, tugging her forward.Charlie grabbed hold of her wrists, yanking them off her collar and pushing the older girl backwards. 

“i have no respect for you and i never will” she kissed her teeth, glaring at Valerie. “just tell me what you were gonna say and fuck off, i don’t have time for this” Charlie took a step back, shoving her hands into her pockets and leaning all her weight onto her left leg. 

“oh, right!” Valerie giggled obnoxiously which made Charlie roll her eyes. “i have some exciting news for you!! you’re going to have a step-niece soon!!” Charlie’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she watvhed the older girl move her hands over her stomach.

“y-you’re...you’re pregnant?!” she yelled, startling Valerie “wait hold on, give me a minute. you, the biggest bitch on the planet, are having a child?” she snapped.

Valerie’s face contorted in anger. “you will not raise your voice at me! you are not allowed to do that!”

throwing her hands over head, Charlie walked in a small circle. “so i can’t raise my voice at you but you can scream at me all you want?! no see that’s not how it is works mate if i’m gonna raise my voice then i will!“ Charlie raised her voice, glaring daggers at Valerie. “so tell me, who’s the dad?” she crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot against the floor. 

a proud smile grazed over Valerie’s face. “a man, Micheal, that i met at a party a couple of months ago!” Charlie felt like her eyes were gonna pop out of their sockets at the amount they had widened. 

“okay so if i’m hearing correctly you got knocked up by some guy that you met a couple of MONTHS ago at a PARTY?!” Charlie stressed the words ‘months’ and ‘party’. Her mind flicked to the company, a bad feeling washing over her.

“have you completely forgotten about the company? you are in charge of one of the worlds biggest companies and you go and get knocked up by some guy? do you not realize how much responsibility you have right now? Who’s gonna look after the company when you go on maternity leave, cause my dad and your mum aren’t gonna be well enough when that happens so who’s gonna do it?” Charlie snapped, the vein in the side of her neck bulging. 

an evil smirk and glare took over Valerie’s features. “that’s for you to decide sis, gotta run~” she winked and took of running before Charlie could register it. 

a heavy sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed her hands over her face. “i fucking hate her” she muttered angrily. stomping towards the dressing room, she stood outside the door taking a few deeps breaths to calm herself down. “okay charlie calm down, don’t tell them what happened” she spoke to herself before opening the door. 

“Noona!!” Jeongin shouted when he saw her enter. “what happened out there?” he ran up to her. Charlie giggled and ruffled his hair. “nothing jeonginnie, just a little.....family business” he nodded and ran off to where he had been sat.

Charlie took a seat in the furthest corner of the room, pulling off her hoodie and dropping it into her lap before dropping her head into her hands, feeling a headache beginning to form in her head.

pushing her hands up onto her head, she knocked off her hat and ran her hands through her blonde hair before closing her eyes. someone crouched in front of her, gently placing their hands on her knees to steady themselves. Charlie opened her eyes and looked up, becoming eye level with Felix. 

“Charlie...” his deep voice rang through her ears. “yes lix?” she asked, leaning her arms on her thighs. “what happened with your step-sister? you like your ready to cry and or murder someone” he laughed, Charlie weakly smiled and looked down. 

“its a long story lix, i’m sure you don’t wanna hear it” she played with a loose thread on her jumper, distracting herself. looking p, she saw Felix shrug and check the nonexistent watch on his wrist. “I've got time, spill, what’s going on?” 

with a drawn out sigh, Charlie sat up and pressed her palms flat against her thighs. “so y’know my dad and step-mum own these companies and shit but they got into a really bad accident a couple months ago and they’re both in hospital blah blah blah and my step-sister had to basically run the company and shit. turns out she’s pregnant which means that soon enough she’ll go on maternity leave and i know for a fact that my parents wont be well enough by then which means that there’ll be no one to look after the company because i can’t do it and neither could Jacob and....and...” she started breathing heavily, beginning to panic.

Felix gently placed his hand on her face making her look at him. “hey char, look at me, you’re panicking, breath okay? go on, in....out, again” he helped her calm down then let her lean her head on his shoulder. 

“i can’t deal with this now Felix, not with how busy things are going to get, i don’t want any of this stress...it’s too much” her voice dropped to no higher than a whisper, Felix barely hearing it over the boys’ loud bickering behind him. 

his hand gently threaded through her hair. “i know Charlie, first a breakup and now this...” at the word ‘breakup’ Charlie pushed herself up and looked up at him questioningly. 

“how did you know?” she raised her eyebrow cautiously. Felix chuckled and shook his head. “the night you two broke up, he told me and hyunjin what happened” he said quietly, remembering the others didn’t know. 

Charlie groaned and rested her head back onto his shoulder. “why must my life be such a fuck up?” she shook her head. Felix started playing with her hair again to calm her down. “don’t worry char, things will work out eventually” 

she went to reply when their manager walked into the room, announcing it was time to leave. Felix stood up and pulled Charlie with him, chuckling when she slumped against him, “okay, let’s get you back to the dorms...you need sleep”

[sometimesrosy]

why does all the s6 spec have to turn out so negative atm?! im so excited for a brand new world! new characters! maybe they wont be covered in blood and dirt all the time! maybe we will get more shower scenes! if the planet has two suns how many moons does it get!?

because people are unhappy and they don’t think the show is going where they wanted it to go so everything they see is bad. they’re really on this kick where JR is an evil mastermind who hates Bellarke and hates Bellarke shippers and is actually intending to cause us pain because he hates us. That’s what it seems like to me. They say s5 is a betrayal of the story, of bellarke, of the fandom, of the characters. They say it didn’t go anywhere and was too plot focused and went both too fast and dragged. 

They did not feel it was good. I disagree with most of their criticism. I didn’t love the Abby storyline but I don’t have to love every story. I could have wanted more from Raven, but I think we’ll get more Raven next season, that there wasn’t time for it this season and I have a theory that it will help her resolve Finn’s betrayal of her and his death at Clarke’s hands. Therefore, CLARKE needs to be there for it to happen and there was no ROOM for princess mechanic this season because it was about Bellamy reuniting with Clarke and confronting Octavia’s dark path and finding his feet as The Hero. … So even though I wanted more from Raven, I can see her story building in what they have set up, especially with the parallel we have with C/B/E and C/F/R. And that Raven is why they didn’t get back to Clarke a year ago. They’ve GOT ISSUES that need to be addressed. 

So there you get some of my spec. It’s mostly all good. I feel the show is turning to the light after all the dark of the first book. I think it will be about COMING TOGETHER instead of being enemies. I think it will be about building a new society instead of trying to survive the last gasps of the last one. 

We’ve had some MAJOR resolution in season 5, that other people were angry about. Because to them it seemed like tired and repetitive storylines. But to ME??? It was like the clouds lifting. When FlameLxa made amends to Clarke and told her love wasn’t a weakness and she was wrong to betray her and made sure that she didn’t MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE with Bellamy? I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. They did it! They actually did it! I was waiting for that all season 3 and they just IGNORED her betrayal and abuse, and here they are, acknowledging the damage that she did to Clarke and letting Clarke believe in love again! LIKE. OMG. 

Fandom didn’t seem to care about though. 

And they didn’t say much about Bellamy finally confronting Octavia, and calling her on her bullshit and laying the responsibility for her actions down at HER feet and NOT forgiving her. I am SO tickled that her martyrdom was yoinked right away from her. 

That kind of thing gives me FAITH in these writers, because I was expecting the easy redemption of martyrdom that they set up all season, But instead, they started her redemption and rather than take the easy way out, they just MADE HER SIT IN WHAT SHE DID AND HER SHAME AND SHE HAD TO EAT HER WORDS AND IT WAS AMAZING. That makes sense why they avoided talking about Lincoln in this season then. Because they are saving Lincoln for when she can come back, when she can begin to remember what he represented what he taught her and his love. So like I think they are waiting for princess mechanic in season 6 I think they’re waiting for the Linctavia resolution in season 6. They had to focus her story on Bellamy. 

So yeah. I know fandom thinks Bellarke is dead and they’re mad at me because I predicted canon acknowledged romance kiss/confess/sex in season 5, but what I’m noticing is al the storylines that were left hanging. 

Princess mechanic. Blake sibling forgiveness. Spacekru reunion. C/B/E love triangle. Echo’s supposed back story that they said would come in s5 and didn’t, leaving her with the stated “controversy” that JR said she ended the season with, without any actual controversy in s5. She was a total team player. So I’m wondering what is coming for her story. Memori seemed to be mostly worked through, but Kabby is totally up in the air. And of course Bellarke itself, leaving us just with Bellamy finding out about the 2199 calls but Clarke NOT finding out that he poisoned Octavia for her, and that she’s anothe traitor he loves.

So here’s what I say. Fandom is angry because, first of all they feel Bellarke should have happened in a romantic acknowledge relationship already. And it’s got their back up against everything. But with all those loose threads we have now, pretty major ones that DO make it feel as if things are missing, And there’s a reason. 

Because this story arc is a TWO SEASON STORY. We’re going to get the end of the spacekru-Clarke reunions, the resolution of b/e, the rise of Bellarke, whatever is happening with Kabby, princess mechanic, Octavia’s redemption and Blake sibling forgiveness and various other unfinished stories, Miller’s betrayal, Madi’s flame, Raven and Shaw, Diyoza’s baby. Like. We’ve never had so many leftover storylines. 

I said Bellarke would be s5. It didn’t happen, but it’s still moving along the story I speculated, just slower. It’s going to finish up in s6. So maybe fandom is responding to the two parter of the season. 

idk. we’ll see. 

There’s some non-negative spec from me…. and I didn’t even GET to the alien planet, which offers fascinating possibilities.

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Shay or Seamus - He/him pronouns - early 30s

Low-ish activity while I get back into the swing of things. 

Super chill about reply times around here. I’ll always be happy to pick up a thread again - even if it’s been literal months. No explanation needed or owed. 

I do not have the energy to go ham with aesthetics, both for resources, or for the blog. It’s staying this simple, boring, and basic. I like it this way, so hope you get that. Intense aesthetics are awesome, but not happening here. 

Threads and content

Thread lengths can range from short chat threads to multi-para. Third person past tense only. 

Not picky about grammar or quality tbh, if I enjoy writing with you, and can understand what you mean, that’s awesome! 

Always happy to jump into pre-established relationships if they’re platonic. Also very, VERY, happy to spitball connections beyond just ‘yeah they’re friends’. Things like exes, old roommates, childhood friends, a one night stand that never called back and oh god now this is awkward? Hell yeah. Bring it.

The easiest way to get a thread going is to send a meme or reply to an open!

I’m a big fan of melodrama, chaos, pain, angst. But also love the cute slice of life stuff. Just cause I’m writing a dumpster fire murder boy doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love to write him trying to bake bread on a rainy day with a good friend.  

If you’re every unsure about something, just message. Will never take questions or issues personally, and love every chance I get to talk about this stuff. 

NSFW might well happen. I don’t have a tag for written nsfw threads. The rare nsfw imagery that gets reblogged wiill be tagged ‘~ spicy post ~’ only if it’s blatant nudity and sexual imagery, though.

If you need anything tagged, let me know. Doesn’t matter what. I used the formatting of Trigger CW, so, for example: Suicide CW. 

If you ever find a thread or a concept, uncomfortable or just a bit ‘nah’, say. Always. Please. I’ve had this happen to me, a thread is fine and then the next day you’re going to reply again and suddenly you just… don’t want to continue that sort of topic, you don’t feel up to it. It happens. Doesn’t need a reason, or an explanation. You, as a real person, even if we’ve never interacted before, will always matter more to me than a thread. So we can drop it and start something new, or re-tool things.

I try my best to avoid reinforcing or repeating any oppressive or offensive stereotypes or concepts when creating characters outside of my own scope. As a minimum, I use guides, resources and past questions on blogs like Writing With Color. However, there’s no guarantee this will be enough, or others wont disagree with what they say. Because of this, I fully accept suggestions or a heads up if anything seems hinky in a portrayal.

Imagine it goes without saying, but the ubiquitous no godmodding. However, what people consider that, and where the line is drawn isn't always clear, so: Feel free to guide my character, drag them short distances, move them physically if it's needed to progress the plot etc. But don't presume you know how they'll react, and include a reaction I haven't written yet in your reply. Or assume a physical attack will work if the thread is a fight. If you're ever unsure, or think it's necessary for something to be done, message me. For real, I absolutely get it. Where these boundaries are changes from partner to partner. If you ever overstep, I'll say, and it's okay. It happens. :D

Before you follow

DONT if you’re under 18. At all. Non negotiable. 

DONT if you hold any sort of right wing leaning politics. We’re an unwashed lefty scumbag sort of space. Any hints, questionable posts, weird shit wrt politics and bigotry, will get you unfollowed without explanation. This includes using transphobic terms like futa, cunt boy, shemale, trap etc. wish that didn’t need saying.

DONT if you get angry at people ooc for ic actions. The best RP partners I’ve had are the ones you can laugh with while your muses are actively being monstrous to each other, or just having a bad time of it together and you’re sitting back judging them. Fantastic.

BEWARE Some of these characters can be assholes. Very few of them have human morals. While this will NEVER include noncon at all, or harming your character physically without discussion, it can absolutely include violence and planned/discussed skeevy behavior - being controlling, manipulative, aggressive etc.

[jonathancrane-scarecrows]

Rules

This is a roleplay blog to do rps. This is also my side blog…my main blog I dont use anymore. This is a 18+ blog and that means there are going to be dark, mature, explicit, and some twisted themes here. Below are my rules. If you have problems with them that youd like to discuss we can.

Rules:

1 . No Drama. I dont want any negativity from anyone. There is no need to be rude unless I was rude to you which I'll never be. I've no desire to cause any drama or fights.

2. Bullying No! None of that! I have no tolerance for it. I've had so many friends on here leave because of it. If your possessed to leave such awful comments do it in a journal or on any paper then burn it not here! Thank you.

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3. Please.... I stress this. If I take the time to write long responses dont write one or two sentences. I tend to write one or more paragraphs it gets irritating when I send long responses then recieve one sentence back or worse one word.. It gets me to the point where I'll loose interest or wont want to answer. I'll let it slide once or twice but not every single response.

4. Please when starting a rp with me let me know what you like and what you dont like, if anything triggers you I'd rather not cause you any harm. I want us to have fun after all. This is not just for me to enjoy, it's for the both of us to enjoy.

5. We can do the rps in DM or in open threads I'm not very picky when it comes to this.

6. My blog is Oc, Crossover, and AU friendly. I'm willingly to plot and discuss all sorts of things. I love coming up with new things and new ideas to Rp so let's do it!

7. Grammer and spelling. Please make sure when your writing to be as clear as you can. A couple mistakes is fine... not three or four in every sentence. No text as talk either. Example: Lol, ASAP; I can understand some,but not many of these. The thing here is just dont do it please. Confused writers can cause problems for both sides and that's no fun at all.

8. Dont rush me! I'm not as active as I used to be on here. I have a mother I take care of and things pop up all the time. If i cant answer you or it's been two days I will message you and let you know why.

9. Of course since this is an 18+ blog you need to be 18 or older to rp here.

10. Yes a lot of my rps consist of Smut and NSFW content. I just enjoy them a lot, but that dosent mean thats all I'm into! I love dark themes... I really do. I love to plot and think of anything to do as long as it's fun. Of course they dont have to be dark themes either. I'm up for ideas all you have to do is send me an ask or a message. Or a meme!

11 . Please.... NO God-moding! No one likes that, I especially don't. Unless we talk about something beforehand don't make my character do it.

12. Ill give you a warning then a clearly written one. After that... I wont be able to rp with you.This applies to those who break the rules, depending on which are broken you may only get the written warning and I can no longer rp with you. I try to be nice and patient but when it comes to writing all the above matters a lot to me.

13. If your not my rp partner DO NOT reblog my threads! They are for me and the person I'm writing with!

[cannonalise92]

Can My Neutered Cat Spray Eye-Opening Useful Tips

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Cat Pee Dream Meaning

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This works well and side effects of a 3% hydrogen peroxide, 2 dollops of hand soap, and 2 tablespoons of baking soda, soak the area and rub.Lavishing attention on your hand, you know that the cat at home, you need to consider the problem behavior of your little tiger to scratch.Where is the most natural instincts are will help you save your cat at a time.A scratching post but the litterbox more often.Siamese breeds and individual cats, so your cat from stepping into the wild tenancies.

New cat in the canal tube can make the most important thing is certain: your cat will allow, you can wait until after the procedure done.Then you could buy her a Christmas stocking and deck it out on a windowsill and is swallowed where the medication goes so it's always a solution!The old method of deterrence which works even when you have the ears can definitely smell it.They may also spray the leaves you can easily be left behind if pulled off.- Cats can be something that you know that feeling, so do not like using a regular basis for treating your cat's scent from special glands in specific places around the tail.

Cat Spray Litter

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Watch out for him/her during the bad behavior is being displayed, the easier it is adjusting.Cats are easily avoided through cat spaying and neutering for a few drops in her garden beds, dogs, garage doors left open to the original type and gradually till it is not impossible to ever remove.It is virtually an impulse the cat urine spot.Some cats are in the countryside, many people won't even consider this before choosing to breed your cats for interaction.Male cats normally do not approach you, run away if I get plenty of attention.

[bbs-backlog-challenge]

Two Years of BBLC!

Wanted to reflect on the blog a bit, and talk about where it’s going from here. Going to be mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff that doesn’t pertain a whole lot to the actual point of the BBLC itself, so I’ll do your dashboards a favour and put it under the cut.

So then! Let’s talk about success.

In terms of its primary function (that being ‘get BB playing through that got-dang steam library’), it has been an undeniable success. I started at 80 games, have played 120, and now have just 30 left. Questionable mathematics aside, I know for sure a good 80% of those games I played would have forever been pushed to the backburner if the dice weren’t in control.

As an aside- I’m a lot more frugal lately, too, and have bought far fewer bundles just because they seem like a good deal. A change in attitude towards spending is a secondary, unexpected but definitely worthwhile benefit of the blog. I’m now happier to spend $60 on a game I will play than to spend $15 on ten games I probably wont, despite the latter seeming like a great bargain.

When I conceptualised the BBLC, I’d envisioned it as something of a community effort. In its original form it was a forum game, with some moderate success until people started ignoring the core concepts and instead using it as a tool of self-flagellation; complaining and even boasting about the size of their backog and doing nothing to combat it, even though that was the entire point of the thread. (Breathe.) When I revived it I posted it on that same forum, but its traffic had died down massively and my thread saw no traction at all, unfortunately.

I moved it over to a blog format (this one!) and managed to get a couple of friends to jump in on the fun, but it never really took off in the way I would have liked. I think the audience that would appreciate this blog isn’t really on Tumblr (though I do appreciate the 15 followers I’ve amassed in that time)- not to mention Tumblr’s pretty awful when it comes to interactivity with readers and potential players.

I’ve been thinking over that a lot recently, along with thoughts of how I could potentially monetise the idea. I’ve come up with a few ideas, each with pros and cons...

First, I thought a podcast form of the challenge could be pretty neat. The specifics would need to be worked out before going ahead with it, but releasing an episode every month or every two weeks where we talk about the games that have come up in the meantime, our inpressions of that first hour of play, answer and discuss questions from the other ‘casters, and end each section with a Fin Or Bin as is customary. Alternatively, as Pasq suggested, we roll our libraries together, pick a game most of us haven’t played, and each of us spends that hour playing it and we come back to discuss what we thought, sort of like a book club. Perhaps even a combination of the two ideas.

The major con with this idea is that it would require getting at least one other person to commit to doing a regular spot with me, as well as commit to playing however many games our format required. Arranging a time we can talk, setting up the audio, editing and publishing would be a significant time sink even if I elected to do most of that work myself. If the other person/people flaked, that’d grind my progress to a halt. It would be a lot of fun to talk about the lesser-known games, though, and I think it’d be a mostly casual experience. Podcasts are fun!

Another problem, and one common to most of these ideas, is- I’m running out of games! If I could have started doing it 120 games ago there would be a much stronger hook than “Beebs plays 30 games and talks about them”. If I joined up with a couple of other people who each had libraries numbering three digits, it’d quickly become unbalanced.

Streaming was the other idea I thought of, or a youtube series. Go live for an hour or so to play the game as I would have done so regardless, except chat through a microphone while I do it. Them video games streams are popular, so I hear, and if I played one of the bigger-ticket games on the list, it might draw some audience.

Main problem with that angle is that playing a new game would no longer be a leisure activity, and would require set up and the right moodset to be able to put on a good vocal performance. If I was streaming, too, it’d have to be at a regular time, so I couldn’t just play games for a spare hour in the evenings. If I ditch the stream idea and just make it a youtube series, I’d have to think about whether it would just be an audio form of the blog posts (and then, why keep the blog) or if it should just be edited footage like a Lets Play series, which might boil down to 15 minutes of me floundering about with no idea what I’m doing and providing no entertainment.

I do enjoy the idea of a video series, in some form. When I think about the chaos I caused in Project Cars for instance, or that glitch I encountered in Sniper Elite, I wish I had been recording the whole time. I think Beebs-brand fun would make for some entertaining videos.

The problem then again is that there’s only 30-odd games left to go, and I can’t guarantee any of them are going to be entertaining to watch, whereas I can at least write an entertaining post about a dire game.

Either way, it seems like a Discord server is the way to go. I’ve begun setting one up, ready to launch if I ever go ahead with one of these ideas. And, of course, there would be a patreon behind it all.

I worry about my pastime becoming work.

I worry that, as with so many of my projects, I’ll forever say ‘I’ll get around to doing that video/audio/whatever later’, and then procrastinating it until it’s ancient history.

And I worry that people still just aren’t really going to care, which is tolerable at the moment because I’m getting a lot out of it for myself but may become intolerable when I’m putting more hours into it.

Thanks for reading this far, if you did! I’d welcome your thoughts on any of this. Might well be the best thing to do is just to carry on as I have been until I run out of games and call it a done deal, but quite often I’ve enjoyed writing the posts more than playing the games, and I wonder if extending that might be even more rewarding.

[fixxofvixx]

TEACHING VIXX - CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Hello my dears!!! I have the next installment for you! I hope you like it!

I hope to have Ravi’s story out soon. He’s giving me problems right now 😂😂

Thank you all for reading!!

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You had expected to wake up in pain, but not this much. As soon as you were conscious, all you could feel was a sharp pain in the back of your head. Your hands went to your head to try to keep it from moving, hoping that would help. You felt the bed move causing you to wince and let out a strangled gasp of pain.

“Hey, hey, easy, love. Just breathe.” Cool hands wrapped around yours. The pain subsided a bit and you could breathe normally. But as soon as he moved his hands the pain returned. Desperately, you reached for his hands again and placed them on your head. Breathing a sigh of relief, you tried opening your eyes.

Bad idea.

The bright light streaming into the room brought a new level of pain to your head. You closed your eyes immediately and he pulled your head into his chest.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” He placed a kiss to your temple in apology. Then he started drawing soothing circles on the back of your head and it was doing wonders for the pain.

“Can you just…keep doing that? It helps.” You nuzzled your head into his shoulder and closed your eyes.

“Its because I’m touching you. The tattoo does quite a number on your body. But if you stay close to the matching one, the pain subsides. It wont last long, though. It’ll probably go away in about an hour.”

“Ok.”

“Honestly, its just like a really bad hangover.” He kept rubbing the back of your head and you tried to relax.

“I’ve never had a hang over.”

“Aw man, you really were a good girl, huh?” You felt his lips near your ear. “But I think we took care of that last night.”

You whined in embarrassment as he wrapped his arm around your waist. It was then that you realized that you were still completely naked, as was he. The searing pain had taken away all of your other senses but now they came flooding back. His fingers leisurely caressed your spine, sending tingles throughout your body.

Memories slowly creeped into your mind of everything that occured last night. You didn’t regret a thing but, good God, you were sore. Your cheeks were also as red as a tomato now.

“What are you thinking about, hmm? I can feel your emotions going crazy.” He tried to lean back to see your face but you hid it even further into his shoulder. With every second that the pain subsided you were hit with more memories of last night. Your mind relived every beautiful second of it.

The point in which he had initiated the tattoo marking was forever seared into your mind. As soon as both of you had reached your highs, he mumbled a few words that you didn’t understand and sealed them with a kiss. Every emotion imaginable had coursed through at that second. You had seen stars behind your closed eyes and you could have sworn that your skin was on fire. When you had come back down to earth, he was placing kisses on every patch of skin he could find, murmuring comforting words. Exhaustion had taken over you after that and you had fallen into a blissful sleep curled into his side.

You came back to reality when you heard him chuckling.

“You’re going back and forth from embarrassed to turned on. Now, I wonder what that could mean.” He trailed a finger down your side until his hand reached your hip. You tried to wiggle out of his grip but it just resulted in pain.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t make you move. You must be sore.” His hand returned to your face where he tucked a few stray hairs behind your ear. You cracked one eye open and attempted a glare.

“That’s not my fault.”

“I suppose it isn’t. But you’re just so damn irresistible when you’re moaning my name.” His voice dropped an octave and you let out a barely audible gasp. Face heating, you recalled how you had reacted to his touches. He was an attentive lover and incredibly patient.

“Are you okay, though? I didn’t hurt you?” He threaded his fingers through your hair and you looked up at him.

“Other than the headache, I’m fine. It’s almost gone and that isn’t really your fault. I’m a bit sore, but that’s to be expected, right?” You smiled up at him, hoping to reassure him that he were fact more than fine.

“Good. I was hoping that you wouldn’t kick me out of the bed this morning.” You laughed and he joined in. He looked into to your eyes as if he was checking for something. “Almost there.”

You had no idea what he was talking about so you just waited for him to explain.

“Do you want to see something?”

“Sure.” You said it slowly, not sure how you should respond.

He leaned over your body to the nightstand that was behind you. For a moment, you were squished into the mattress and you giggled. When he returned, he had his phone in his hand. Fiddling with the screen, you noticed he brought up the camera app and switched it to self-mode.

“Now, don’t panic.”

You flicked your eyes over to him, worried. Panic about what? He turned the phone towards you and you saw yourself looking back at you. What made your heart stop and start again was what you saw on the screen. Around the edge of your irises was a green rim. It faded into the natural brown of your eyes but the green was definitely dominant. It was the exact color green you always saw in his eyes. You slowly smiled and looked up at Taekwoon. He carried a concerned expression and you realized he was worried about your reaction.

“I love it. Is it permanent?”

“Yes, it will stay. It will get slightly brighter before its complete. But only you and other hybrids can see it. Its part of what makes you mine, just like I am yours. Other hybrids can’t take you away from me now. I…I didn’t tell you about it before because I was afraid it would scare you.” He gave you a guilty look while he played with your hair.

“Something like that wouldn’t scare me. Do you know how much I love your eyes? You have no idea how many times I watched those performances of Hyde and On and On. Now I have a part of that. I couldn’t be happier.” You thought for a moment and then asked. “Is there anything else?”

“Well, yeah, there’s a couple more. Other than the eyes and the tattoo, you will be able to sense when I’m close. Its like a pull you’ll feel inside. The last one will need some practice. But after a while, you’ll be able to hear my heartbeat.”

“Really?! You tease! I was just complaining yesterday that I can’t hear your heartbeat. You could’ve told me!”

“Well, I had a few other things on my mind, love.”

“Typical guy.” You rolled your eyes at him but smiled. With the pain in your head gone, other priorities were taking its place. Like food.

“Hungry?” Taekwoon chuckled at your surprised expression.

“Uh…yeah.”

“My senses are enhanced. All thanks to you, by the way. Everything I could do before has been doubled, if not tripled. I’m pretty sure I could hear you from anywhere in the world.” He winked at you and rose to a sitting position.

The action pulled the blanket away from your body and you desperately pulled it back. Taekwoon noticed your panicked state and chuckled.

“Honey, I’ve already seen everything. You don’t have to hide under that.”

“I-I know. But, I just….its daylight now.” You bowed your head and picked at the fabric of the blanket, too shy to look at him.

“What? So I can only see you naked when its dark? I don’t think I like that.” He tried pulling the blanket from you but you kept a death grip on it.

“No! I mean, its just…I’m just not used to it yet.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to help you with that then. But, I think I should feed you first. You want me to grab you something to put on?”

“No, it okay. I’ll, uh, just go take a shower first.” You leaned over the bed and spotted Taekwoon’s tshirt he had shed the night before. Carefully, you balanced yourself on the bed as you reached for it. You slid it over your head and finally let the blanket drop from your torso.

“Do you want any company?” Your breath caught in your throat as your cheeks lit on fire.

“No! I mean, um, I think I can handle it.” You rose from the bed, your legs still a bit wobbly. You had to stand still for a few seconds before you felt semi-normal. Thankfully, Taekwoon’s shirt was long enough and it covered to mid-thigh. Looking down, you noticed faint marks and reddened skin where Taekwoon had lingered last night.

“Shit, sweetie, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t think I had been that rough.” He scooted forward on the bed and run his thumb over one of the many marks.

“You weren’t. My skin bruises very easily. Its not your fault. You were as gentle as could be. They don’t even hurt.” You cupped his cheek in your hand and leaned over to kiss his forehead. You pointed to a couple of hickies you had left on his neck and chuckled. “I left some of my own. "Besides,” you leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I like it when you do that.”

He groaned at your words and flopped backwards onto the bed. He rubbed his hands over his face, exasperated.

“Go shower.” He sighed. “And lock the door.”

You shuffled past him and gathered your clothes. Looking back at Taekwoon, you snagged one of his tshirts from his open suitcase and hurried into the bathroom.

You spent longer in the shower than you should have. But, you needed to gather your thoughts. Everything seemed to happen so fast last night but you remembered every second. You had been so nervous but Taekwoon made everything perfect. Your body was consumed with love bites and your blood heated when you thought of how they got there. Taekwoon may not be a vampire but he certainly loves to bite. And that was fine with you.

But, at the same time, you were still doubtful. Thoughts ran through your head at warp speed. Was he satisfied? Did you do anything wrong and he was just too nice to tell you? He had marked you with the tattoo but did he regret it at all? Were you being too insecure? What would happen when you got back to your apartment? Would the guys tease you?

That last part would definitely happen, you thought.

You wanted to talk to Taekwoon about it, but you were too embarrassed. You couldn’t just flat out ask him if he enjoyed himself. He seemed happy. Maybe you were just being too paranoid.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and stepped out of the shower to dry off. Getting dressed and drying your hair served as a slight distraction from your paranoia. You tried to see your tattoo in the mirror but could only see the very edge of it. Taekwoon had said it would be a paw print but you couldn’t see it.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you noticed that Taekwoon was gone–as well as the sheets on the bed.

Oh God.

A new wave of dispair hit you when you realized that it was probably because of you. You tried to tell yourself that it was natural but it still embarrassed you.

Trying to ignore it you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and angled your head to take a picture where the tattoo was at. Bringing up the picture, you smiled. It was a perfect little black paw print. Something about being able to finally see it made you feel warm and happy inside. Taekwoon was right. You could feel your body pulling you in a certain direction. It almost felt like it was a magnet.

You made your way towards the kitchen and sighed at the smell of food. Without a word, you walked towards Taekwoon, dressed in only his sweatpants. He had finished preparing the leftovers his mother had given you and placed them on the table. As you got closer, you could see faint scratch marks marring the skin of his back.

You gasped as your hand came up to your mouth in shock. You didn’t remember doing that. Taekwoon looked at you and cocked his head to the side, reading your emotions. You could see the exact moment he figured it out. His eyes producing a slight glow as he stalked towards you. You had to grip the countertop to keep ftom buckling under his gaze.

“Concerned about something?” He asked, voice low.

“I-I…um…well…” He came around the counter to stand in front of you. His breath was causing the stray hairs around your face to fly around.

“Well…what?” He was going to make you say it. He looked so proud of himself for teasing you effectively.

“D-do they hurt?” Geniune concern showed on your face, as well as embarrassment.

“You really are the cutest little thing. No, honey, they don’t hurt.” He laughed and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Believe me, I have no problem with you doing that. In all honesty, I never though I would. But, because its you, I love it. I like that I can effect you enough to make you react like that. I’m interested in seeing what else I can make you do.”

Anticipation took over your thoughts and body. You were interested, too, to be honest. You had a feeling that you weren’t going to leave the house anytime soon. Not that you wanted to.

“Eat something while I take a shower. You’re going to need your energy.” His finger traced the shell of your ear and trailed down your neck. He placed another kiss in your hair and walked off. You snuck a glance at his retreated form. You couldn’t resist another peak at his shoulders.

By the time he returned, you were on your second round of food. He walked in the kitchen, hair still damp and covering his eyes a bit. He looked like walking sin. And all yours. His eyes found yours and he grinned. He knew, but didn’t say anything.

Just then your phone pinged. Picking it up, you noticed YoonJung’s number pop up. Opening the message, you had to laugh when you read it.

Unni: So, are you pregnant yet? Unni: I’m just asking because I haven’t heard from you and you’re there freaking out because you’re going to have kittens. You: No, I’m not pregnant. I’ve just been….occupied. Unni: I’m sure you have been. Are you able to walk? You: Yes, you crazy person, I can walk. Unni: Oh, good. I expect details when you return. And good ones. Not the kind where you just say ‘it was great’. I know you. When you come back, we can compare notes ; )

“Compare notes on what?” You jumped about three feet at Taekwoon’s voice in your ear. You quickly switched off your screen and held it in your hand in a death grip.

“Nothing. She’s just being silly.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so. What is it?”

Sighing, you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it from him. Perhaps he already knew.

“YoonJung Unni…and Jaehwan.”

“Ah, they’ve been together? I recall Jaehwan mentioning that he liked her.” He reached past you and shoved an egg roll-up in his mouth.

“Yeah, she told me when we had gone out a couple days ago. I think they would be cute together.” You finished the food on your plate as Taekwoon kept devouring various things on the table.

His hand came up to move your hair away from your neck on the left side.

“Did you see it?” He was talking about the tattoo.

“Yeah, I had to take a picture with my phone because I couldn’t see it in the mirror.”

“What did you think about it?” He grazed his thumb right under where the mark was but you could feel the electricity in your body from him just being that close.

“I love it. Its actually smaller than I thought it would be. I’m not complaing though. I love that its a paw print.” You looked up at him at tilted your head to try to see his. He obliged and turned his head. There, right behind his ear, was an exact copy of your tattoo.

“Will the company mind that you have that? I hadn’t thought about that before.” As soon as you asked, you watched as the mark faded from his skin. You gasped and looked to him for an explanation.

“I can hide it. Hybrids can still see it though. So, the company wont even know its there.” His thumb returned to your neck and this time it grazed over the mark. A satisfied sigh escaped your lips and you leaned into his touch.

“Have you finished eating?”

It took you a second or two to respond.

“Y-yeah, I’m finished.” You barely had your response out when he lifted you into his arms. A surprised squeak came from your throat and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He strode out of the kitchen quickly and headed back towards the bedroom.

“But the food….it’ll spoil.”

“It’ll be fine for a couple of hours. I haven’t had my fill of you yet.” He gently laid you on the bed and followed you immediately. He took your phone out of your hand and placed it on the nightstand. Your tshirt didn’t last long and was over your head and on the floor in a matter of seconds. His lips descended on your shoulder as his hands found yours, placing them on either side of your head. His tongue leisurely slid over the old scar on your shoulder and you squirmed underneath him. He didn’t spend much time there as he blazed a trail with his tongue and teeth until his lips placed themselves right under the tattoo. Suddenly, his tongue flicked over the mark and your body arched into him.

“Oh my God.” You wanted to grab onto his but his hands still has yours pinned to the bed. You could do nothing but squeeze his hands. You wrapped one of your legs around his and winced slightly when you were reminded how sore you were in this position. He must have noticed and he shifted so that he didn’t have so much of his weight on you. His lips found yours and he wasted no time in sliding his tongue past them. You tried to pull your hands out of his grasp to touch him but he growled at you, sending your heart into overdrive. He chuckled as he pulled back to look at you.

“See? I told you that you had a kink.” He winked at you and you protested.

“I do not! Its just that the sound is nice. It doesn’t mean–oh..” Your words died in your throat as you watch his eyes very slowly turn red. He looked like a devil with his hair falling over his eyes and the red peeking through. He smiled sinfully as he knew he’d caught you. You watched as the red started to glow and you were a goner.

“You were saying?”

“Smart-ass.” You glared at him and his smile widened. His eyes held yours for what seemed like hours until he leaned down a kissed you. He leaned back and looked at you again.

“I still can’t get over your eyes. The fact that they hold my color wants me to dominate and submit to you all at once. I can’t remember how I functioned before you cane to me. When your friend mentioned that I was your favorite in the group, my heart pounded in my chest. The guys gave me hell about it for a good week. You can’t imagine how happy I was when you agreed to go out with me. I never dared to hope that you would agree to let me mark you. I still don’t think I believed it until I saw it on you today. At the risk of sounding possessive, you’re mine.”

Tears threatened your eyes. Taekwoon was not the type to pour out his heart like this. You could say nothing for fear of losing it. All you could do was lean up and kiss him. You said everything you could in that kiss. He seemed to understand when you felt him smile. He released your hands to wipe the small tears away that had formed at the edge of your eyes. With your hands free you let your fingers roam. They found the hem of his shirt and you tugged at it, wanting it off. He obliged and leaned away from you to remove it. With that barrier gone, you roamed further until your fingers reached the band of his sweatpants and tugged. He hesitated and looked at you.

“You’re too sore for that. We can do other things.”

“I don’t care. Just do something.”

“As you wish.” Was all he said as his lips took yours.

[denitr-ia]

( update. )

||: aight about these changes that’ll be mostly effective immediate lets start with the important one, current classes Deni is taking. some have been dropped and replaced by new ones which means this hopefully opens new plot opportunities with at least few of you, and some will not be happening now ( wont be affecting anyone? here tbh as those muses have all dropped )-- I am open for past plots with the dropped courses though if ya wanna, js ;> or someone approaching him to ask why he dropped any particular one.  SO

continued

Beginner’s magic

English

3D art

dropped

Smithing & armour maintenance *

Sociology

Swimming & diving **

new courses

Potions for beginners ( he’s definitely up to no good here... )

Archery

Drawing & Painting *

Modern Dance **

* smithing & armour maintenance he only ever picked cause it was something familiar in a new environment, comfort taken in already having knowledge of this one thing at least and being able to absorb more in as well-- which lead to him realizing it’s definitely not what he wants to actually do when trying to plan his future. this leads to him picking up drawing class bc that is also something that he’s already familiar with, to a lesser extent and kept as a hobby so far ( beside using it as another tool for visioning his smithing projects ) but he wants to try if there’s any spark there to go deeper into the arts.

** long story short he used to live with these guys back in Seoul before coming to Vighulir of which two were dancers and one thing led to another Deni spent a lot of time hanging at their dance studio and eventually that and a sum of many things led to him accepting jobs as a stripper. He might argue it’s for semi-professional self improvement but reason lies somewhere in between that and why he took swimming & diving classes-- bc it seemed like easy fun and exercise and allowed him access to the pools. also it certainly was a plus to see classmates in.. less clothes. yep. he’s that guy.

anyhooo I still don’t see him joining any clubs -- esp with this line up, nothing against it but not his scene uwu *nudges yall* bringing to life a new one or two would be fun ey? ofc with admin’s approval. slips a notion about deni and @kimhyolyn-ia orchestrating a kink club somewhere there

that out of the way the rest of this is gonna be more of informative pointers what’s happened recently in his life and the people who affected that, or are doing so currently, and also a small list about.. well, things to maybe take into consideration with interactions and also a reminder to the rest beside all new and those old members who I maybe haven’t gotten to bother with this muse yet but you’d want me to ouo

lets talk a bit about his relations in IA verse and how your muse is more than welcome to take note of them as it’s not really any weird rp magic, this is most in the knowledge of the population of the school, who care to observe others at least.

he’s got a new roomie again everyone should go poke him yes @yamaken-ia

with @rxelizabeth‘s departure he has more time for other people, but she will still be very much part of his canon and their friendship is still a thing and she will be mentioned here and there in threads. you can deal with that however you like, sometimes it’s ofc easier to pretend the muse was never there but at the very least if your muse has been aware of either of them it would make all the sense to note a missing presence, as he went a good 6 months basically attached to hip with her and I refuse to erase what was a huge part of his time in the academy

while he has people he considers sort of friends he will mostly be seen with @ravan-ia now, someone he considers one of his closest friends and may or may not latch onto now that.. rest have left.

it’s no secret him and @kimhyolyn-ia are banging and they own zero subtlety in public bc who needs that lmao feel free to mention that if you want I assure neither of us or the muses care

his schedule wont change much, or the locations deni generally hangs out in but a short summary to make everything easier for yall in regards of plotting and where to catch him at what times ( this isn’t fixed by any means, but more to give direction of his typical week, excluding visits to certain other parts of the academy grounds or trips to Vighulir )

Beside taking forever and after to get ready in the mornings, from waking up to the end of the school day not a whole lot of deviation can be made, tho he might skip sometimes, rarely, it happens. class projects are always a fun thing to thread winkwink.

lunch however is spend at wherever he feels the need to go, and with whoever happens to be closest so he can bother them.

library is a place he does spent some amount of time, either right after school to deal with homework or for research, or the last few hours of the day which usually are spent less looking for books than people.

randomly goes to the academy roof

the common room/roof garden in Sol Solis dorm is a location he absolutely still goes to ( used to hang there with Eliza ) even by himself or dragging someone else along. or trying to be sneaky during free nights to smoke weed there. or get drunk. a favourite pastime >_>

Ignis dorm is another he frequently spends not only hours of a day but some nights in as well, thanks to Ren’s hospitality ( as in Deni just pretends it’s half his room now cause damn have you seen that shit so much nicer that what he was left with )

do I even need to mention Luna dorm for obvious reasons. It’s not the bar. Though he’s an occasional fan of it yes.

This said he honestly doesn’t spend much any time at all at his own room in Aqua dorm, beside other reasons he’s simply always elsewhere with someone, or if he does happen to be present he’s very rarely alone.

This leads to; Deni works at the casino in Pidvone Misto during weeknights, monday--thursday but not always every night. Which means he is usually unavailable from late evening to 3am ish at what time you may catch him returning to the dorm. usually sober but, it’s not too uncommon to witness the opposite either

free nights are a roll of a dice but if he’s not catching up on sleep like he probably really should be, or got nothing else going on best believe he’s out there clubbing and drinking all that hard earned money into oblivion

about 90% of weekends he spends in Seoul, working at one of two clubs he gets assigned between. That covers his nights. days however are generally free beside the side job he’s got. Namely dealing and doing drug runs. Coincidentally for the same people who own the nightclubs. That’s a thing yes. though someone’s stirring their spoon in this mess soon stay tuned ;>

probably forgot something but this covers the essentials already so.

extra special section!

with the arrival of another two-seventy ( at last do you hear me crying tears of joy ) @kangjun-ia I do need to mention this lil thing about Deni still keeping it a tightly guarded secret what he actually is. As it stands, no one who absolutely should know ( to his knowledge ) is aware of this and he’d prefer to keep it that way. With the exception of our late-dropped Seline & Hongbin. and other exceptions to this rule being if your muse is some type of necromancer/exorcist OR is an ancient fart and you think they would be able to tell, then ya go ahead and make it so! I’m fine with it as well if your muse has been in contact with another one of their kind in the past and would be able to pick on that particular aura.

now, development will happen of course and beside having my own plans for this entire matter I’m always down for exploring that side of him but it’s a slow burn and I’m totally fine with that tbh. if Jun is going about telling people it would make sense that your muse starts seeing/sensing the connection as, well, we do have plotted they will be acquainted so ouo put my muse in an uncomfortable spot I dare you.

K I’M DONE THANK YOU CONTINUE ON YOUR DAY-- OR COME PLOT WITH ME EITHER WAY HAVE A LOVELY DAY~  ♥

[jasonbrennerold]

wyd if i told u to do 1-38 👀

the ‘be honest’ meme / @afterburied

ok below the cut bc this is a Long One

1. What would prevent you from following someone?

generally speaking just kinda if our writing doesn’t mesh? but also on different blogs i have different kind of vibes if you know what i mean? like here on jason i’m not likely to follow historical/extreme fantasy blogs if they don’t have some form of modern verse bc i just don’t see him in those settings, i also tend to avoid anyone who says they dont like multis/ocs even if it doesn’t apply on the blog im on bc uh we love multis and ocs here. sometimes if a blogs new i wont follow, but sometimes i will it just depends on the vibe lmao. sometimes aesthetics/etc will play a role but mostly it’s just based on rules/meshability

2. Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?

yes and no? like i won’t shun anyone for having “bad” aesthetics or anything, but i hold my own personal aesthetic to a higher regard? like, if someones aesthetic makes things unreadable/impossible to navigate then i hate it, but like i don’t care about other peoples aesthetic that much. if it’s pretty i definitely see the blog in a better light which im trying not to do, but mostly it’s my own aesthetics that matter to me and that’s just because i simply need to be perceived positively at all times

3. What current rp trend do you hate?

i don’t think there are any i really hate? as long as trends aren’t harmful i dont care much.

4. How do you explain rp to someone in the real world?

i don’t lmao the only person who knows about rp irl is my inner circle, and they know it as rp bc at least one of them has actually been in the rp world

5. Do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? Why?

i don’t really have much preference? all genders bring in their own potential for different plots and dynamics and i love them all equally. but female muses and muses that don’t conform to the male/female binary are always favorites because they deserve more appreciation

6. Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why?

this one was actually hard to answer because like? i don’t know? i write plenty of both, and i feel like i prefer males, but also i think that’s just because of the way males tend to be treated over females? like some of my female muses are That Muse that never goes away, but because females tend to be more ignored or people just don’t read their info it’s never as fun writing them

7. What’s your opinion on call out posts?

sometimes they’re necessary, sometimes they’re not. i don’t really read them? unless it’s a callout that comes across my dash a lot or revolves around someone i know/write with. if it’s a legit predator then i say go off, but if it’s something petty or spiteful i think it just makes all parties involved look kinda bad.

8. Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

answered here.

9. What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not?

i have in the past, i don’t really presently. i think sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s bad, and really depends on the fandoms/characters involved. like currently i have lea as my exclusive stiles and earth as my exclusive carol because they have such intense connections to jason and are literally a part of his backstory/canon so it would feel really strange to have another version of that muse come along and try to either fit the dynamic or ignore it. that said i have in the past had exclusives where it felt like i was trapped in it or didn’t get to explore more dynamics because of it, so it can be a win or a lose dependent on the person you’re exclusive with and what they’re like.

10. Have you ever had a bad experience with commissions? As either someone who makes them or as someone who buys them?

not really, no. i don’t think i’ve ever actually commissioned anyone, and the people who have commissioned me in the past have generally been really nice. there’s been a few times where people really don’t know what they want or change their mind constantly or just ghost before we get anywhere, but mostly it’s been a good experience for me.

11. What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

that literally nothing matters. who cares. take as long as you want, remake as much as you want. yes this is a hobby that depends on other people somewhat, but that doesn’t mean that everything you do should revolve around them. take mental health breaks, write in prose, have a super minimalist or super maximalist aesthetic. who gives a shit, this is about having fun.

12. Have you been involved in drama? Do you regret it?

answered here.

13. Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?

answered here.

14. Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?

oh a huge positive effect on both for sure. there are times that it’s been bad for my mental health, but i’ve also met so many brilliant people and had so much fun doing this. half of my facebook friends list is people i’ve befriended through rp (and yes this is an invite to anyone i talk to a lot to ask for my facebook if u want it)

15. How has rp changed you personally?

i started rping in 2012 when i was 14. rp was my main hyperfixation through high school, with me spending most days in class on tumblr rather than doing work. i shaped my entire life around rp for a long time, and while that was extremely unhealthy it was also a huge formative thing for me. tumblr and roleplaying are so ingrained into who i am at this point, it’s literally changed my life. the friends i made through rp, especially in my high school years, were a life changing thing. i had one or two friends in high school, but i was heavily bullied and widely hated and rp really did save me from really fully sinking into thinking that’s what everyone thought of me

16. If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

i think it would mostly just be the accessibility and ease of it? i miss the days where you didn’t have to be mutuals to write, and how it was just so easy to get things going and have meaningless fun. i love my mutuals and i love plotted threads but i truly think there was something so easy about starting a blog and immediately having threads and people to write with. lately tumblr has become a place where it’s so easy to be ignored or feel like no one wants to write with you, and i really miss the days where there was always someone there who wanted to write with you and be friends.

17. Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why?

literally all the time lmao. my positivity blog is 50% me sending myself anons because people very rarely send them in. people follow positivity blogs to hear positivity about themselves but never send any in which makes it difficult. i don’t want to seem like my positivity blog is focused only on my mutuals, but i also don’t have much i can say about non-mutuals without it feeling fake so it’s a rough balance. i also send myself anonymous headcanon questions all the time bc no one else is gonna do it for me

18. Have you ever sent hate to yourself on anon? Why?

i think i did once or twice in like 2014 because i was a 16 year old who wanted attention. mostly it was just like i’d posted something that i knew would be controversial in the fandom and wanted to send myself the hate while i had a comeback in mind rather than wait for someone else to say it and feel bad lmao

19. Do you delete anon hate or post and address it? Why?

i tend to post/address it. it’s a bummer to get anon hate and i know i should delete it but i’ll see it and be like ‘oh everyone thinks this’ so i post it so that everyone can see and be like ‘yeah’ but then they’re like ‘this is bullshit’ and i have a moment of like... oh... people... dont hate me?

20. Have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with?

i dont think so, not that i remember at least.

21. Have you ever followed someone because you felt like you had to, not because you wanted to?

yeah, a few times. i tend to feel that way less now but i still do it sometimes. i know there’s not really any pressure, but sometimes breaking mutuals with people you don’t click with feels really hard

22. What would make you block someone?

not a lot, really? like not for hard blocks. i’ll softblock when i do unfollow sprees or if we don’t really mesh. i only hardblock people who spam me, personals and like. actual problematic people.

23. Have you ever stolen something from someone else?

not that i’m aware of. 

24. Have you ever had something stolen from you? If so, how did you handle it?

again, not that i’m aware of.

25. Are you open to duplicates? Why / why not?

this doesn’t apply to jason, but generally yeah. it depends on the muse really. im not open to duplicates on beth (multimuses aside) because of how she’s a comfort character for me and i’ve had some Bad Experience with other beths in the past, and theres a few muses i write from smaller fandoms that don’t have duplicates but that i wouldn’t want duplicates for. mostly though im chill.

26. How do you feel about vague posting?

i don’t love it, but i am guilty of it too. sometimes u gotta vague to get things out, but i don’t like vagues where that person is likely to see it? idk i just don’t like vagues but i wont stop you

27. Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back?

sometimes, but not really. i used to do it a lot, but since people are so intense on mutuals only these days i get heaps of anxiety about accidentally liking something when i think we’re mutuals but we’re not

28. Do you read people’s rules before following or interacting?

i try to. a lot of people don’t have mobile friendly info (note that linking to pages on your blog like a /rules or /about isnt actually mobile friendly, you can’t use those links in the app) and i spend a lot of time on mobile, but i usually just wont follow back until i can read them and then i double check rules for triggers and stuff whenever plotting/sending memes/etc.

29. What is your opinion on “reblog karma” and do you practice it?

i don’t love it and i don’t practice it, but i get it. it sucks to have people reblog things from you without sending, especially headcanon/ooc stuff. i won’t ever force people though, especially with ic stuff, sometimes certain memes just don’t fit and that’s okay.

30. How have you responded to popular slang used on tumblr? Do you use it in every day life? Do you use it at all?

probably? i type the same as i talk pretty much, anything you see me type is something i’d say

31. Is there something you don’t know the meaning of but you haven’t asked anyone because you think it’s supposed to be general knowledge? Was there ever something you had to ask someone to explain?

i dont think so. generally i google things if i don’t know it.

32. Have you ever experienced discrimination?

not that i’m aware of. i guess people ignoring female ocs and loving male canons might sorta be it, but nothing personal about me no

33. How do you feel about personal blogs following your rp blog?

not a fan, tend to block them. personals just tend to get into my shit and rb stuff and it’s annoying. that said, if it’s someone i know from the rp community’s personal they can stay

34. Have you ever cried while writing a reply?

literally all the time. every angsty reply.. i cry so easily

35. Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?

i read so many other peoples threads, especially people i interact with a lot. i read @unheaven and @aphostate‘s threads like the morning paper i love them

36. What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

i don’t know that anyone really hates things that much?? oh, but 13rw is a big one i guess. the show helped me mentally and i have muses on my multi, but i know the majority of the rpc is very much against it

37. How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?

i try to, but i don’t ever really know when exactly things need to be tagged. i use the ‘ask to tag //’ tag a lot for things that im not sure about. generally speaking triggers go untagged unless it’s intense/graphic, but there’s always warnings in my rules about what i don’t tag

38. What advice would you give to someone new to rp?

don’t take it too seriously. it’s a hobby, it’s for fun. these people will not care if you use aesthetic vibes or if you’re a minimalist, they just want your writing. don’t guilt trip people into writing with you, read and respect rules. i don’t know, just treat people how you wanna be treated. rp is a small world, word travels, people know when people are the type to ignore important things.