#bam told me they are fine OK?!

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Exile (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N Undersee thought the games were over after becoming a victor. Unfortunately, life outside the arena has become just as dangerous. Prequel to Moves & Countermoves

Trigger warning: forced prostitution, explicit sexual content, alcohol abuse and other mentions of trauma. 18+ ONLY

It’s a crisp autumn morning when Y/N wakes to a pounding at her door.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

She rushes down, still in her pajamas, flinging open the door to see what the emergency is.

Haymitch, her former mentor.

Haymitch, the town drunk.

Haymitch, her…friend?

“Haymitch, what’s wrong?” Y/N asks, moving away from the doorway as he stumbles in. Clearly intoxicated. Not in his right mind.

“I fucked up.” He snarls, anger rolling off him in waves.

“What do you mean?” Y/N follows him, until he comes to a stop, in her living room, pacing and pacing. Ready to come out of his skin.

“Congratulations, we’re getting hitched.”

“What?!”

“Snow…I don’t fucking know.” Haymitch scowls, “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Haymitch, please, what’s going on?” Her tone is frantic now, to match his own.

“He told me he wanted you to come work in the Capitol and I-“ Haymitch drags a hand over his face. “I lost it.”

“Work in the Capitol? Like as a stylist?” Y/N tries to make sense of it.

Haymitch lets out a bitter scoff, “this is just perfect. You are so- of course I have to be the one to tell you. Of course it has to be me who-” breaks your heart.

“Help me understand.” Y/N puts a hand out towards him. “I need you to tell me. Otherwise I’m clueless and I can’t help you if I’m clueless.”

“Help me? I’m trying to help you!”

“Tell me how.” Y/N tries again. “Tell me how getting married helps me. Or you, or anyone.”

“If I marry you, Snow won’t sell you.” There it is. The truth in it’s horrible entirety.

“He wouldn’t do that.” Y/N gasps.

“He would and he wants to.” Haymitch assures her. “Bad.”

“How do you know that?”

“He told me while I was…”

“While you were what?”

“Do you need me to spell it out?” Haymitch spits, his voice full of venom. “While I was fucking the highest bidder so you didn’t have to!”

Her eyes grow wide, welling with tears. That doesn’t make sense.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that.”

“I’m just,” she fumbles for the words. “I didn’t know. I could’ve married you before and-”

“And what?” Haymitch demands, taking a step toward her. “It’s bad enough that I have to make you my child bride-”

“I’ll be twenty in a few months.”

“And I’ll be thirty.” He says, pointedly. “Before you’re twenty.”

“Ten years and some change is not unmanageable. I’m sure lots of people-”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“I get it, you don’t want to marry me. I don’t particularly want to marry you either. But more than that, I don’t want anything happening to you when I have the power to stop it. I know you feel the same way or you wouldn’t have agreed to this when Snow brought it up. If we just work together, we don’t have to be miserable.” Y/N offers, wringing her hands anxiously.

“I want to keep my house.” Haymitch tells her.

“Sure.” Y/N has no qualms about it.

“And my liquor.”

“Of course.”

“What are your demands?” His blue eyes are frantic, wild.

Demands; as though they’re negotiating a business deal. “I want you to be honest with me about what’s happening.”

“Fine.”

“I want you to stop blaming yourself for everything that happens to me. It’s not your fault.”

“I’ll try.”

“And never refer to me your child bride.”

“Deal.”

“One more thing.” Y/N says, it’s more of an afterthought really.

“Name it.”

“I don’t want to be trapped in a loveless marriage. I want it to be real someday.”

He narrows his gaze, “ok.”

“Congratulations,” Y/N repeats his earlier sentiment. “We’re getting hitched.”

————————————————————————

The wedding is thrown together in a flash. In under a week, to be exact. Y/N’s family, Madge especially, doesn’t understand.

I thought you hated him?

When you’re older, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.

She protects her, because that’s what big sisters do.

All through the ceremony, the poofy wedding dress scratches at her skin. As if it knows she doesn’t belong.

The crowd of Capitol witnesses is massive, no family or friends. When it is over, the happy couple is escorted to their ‘honeymoon’ suite. A pristine, white room, with ivory bedding; topped with pale rose petals to match.

On the side table, a sealed envelope.

‘Mr. & Mrs. Abernathy,

tonight is cause for great celebration. One to be shared with beloved members of Panem. You will find cameras against the side walls, set to begin commemorating this joyous occasion, at 7:00pm this evening. I am sure you will perform accordingly, to ensure the safety of those you hold most dear.

Best regards,

President Snow.’

“We have to-“ Y/N chokes over the words.

“Tell me what you like.” Haymitch says, shrugging off his suit jacket.

“What I like?” Not this, anything but this.

“Look, we only have a few minutes to get warmed up before those cameras come on, there’s no time to be coy about it. Tell me how you like to have sex.”

“I don’t,” Y/N stammers, “I don’t know. I’ve never-”

“You’re a virgin?” Haymitch pales.

Y/N nods.

“Ok,” he shakes his head, to clear it. “That’s ok.” There’s nothing they can do about it now.

She’s shaking, trembling from head to toe. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re ok.” Haymitch soothes a hand up her arm. “I’ll never hurt you.”

Y/N nods again, “I know.”

“We’re gonna figure this out together, alright? But I need you to talk to me, let me know if you’re uncomfortable or if you don’t like something and we’ll reroute.” He can’t stop this, but he can make it good for her. He can get her through it.

“Ok,” Y/N sighs. Trusting him. Giving herself over to him.

They start with a kiss, his hands cradling her face as the cameras come to life. There are two, fully articulated and seeming to move of their own accord. But clearly they are being operated to catch the best angles.

After a while, Haymitch pulls back, slightly. His lips brushing hers as he murmurs, “I’m going to unzip your dress.”

Y/N startles at the words, toying with the buttons of his shirt. Undoing them to distract herself. She is trembling again.

Haymitch catches her hands in his, peppering them with kisses to calm her.

When they are both down to their underwear, Haymitch lies her back on the bed, situating her against the plush pillows. “Comfortable?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good,” he half smiles. His lips meet hers, hands coming up to palm her bare breasts.

Her nipples tighten into peaks and she lets out a pretty little gasp.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” Haymitch breathes. “An angel. My angel.” He closes his thumb and forefinger around her left nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

Y/N cries out. She needs- she wants...

“Here.” Haymitch cooes, bringing his thigh flush with her sex.

“Haymitch,” her voice is pinched. Brows furrowed, sweaty and overwhelmed and all but sobbing.

“I’m right here, angel.” He noses at her cheek. “Never let anybody hurt you. Only make you feel good.”

And he does.

So heartbreakingly, mind numbingly good. Lowering his mouth to her right breast.

Y/N works herself to a fever pitch against his thigh. Grinding against him as he licks and plucks at her nipples. Coming apart against the coarse hairs of his leg.

“So pretty,” he encourages her to ride out her high. “My pretty wife.”

Oh. That’s right. She is his wife. The word twists uncomfortably in her gut. She isn’t supposed to like it. But she does. Haymitch is her husband and she is wife and the rest…really just semantics.

Through the cloud of lust fogging up her brain, Y/N registers that he is moving. A peck against her lips and then lower, lower, lower, “oh!” Her back arches, head pressing against the pillow.

He’s going to kill her, Y/N realizes. He’s going to kill her softly, with his face buried between her thighs. With his mouth on her…

“Haymitch,” the sound of her voice is light, dreamy and he sighs into her wetness. She’s going to kill him. God, she tastes like heaven. And sin. Her hands find his hair, holding him tight to her cunt.

“You can move, angel.” He whispers the reassurance into her heat.

Y/N whines, bucking up against his tongue.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” Fuck my face. Use me. Let me make it better.

“That feels so good.” Her brows pull together and her breathing hitches as his fingers join the exquisite torture. Stretching her open, getting her ready for him. Because Haymitch will never let anyone hurt her.

He sends her careening over the edge a second time.

How many times could she possibly-

She’s so wet by the time he poises himself at her entrance, any nervousness nearly lulled to submission.

“Just you and me.”

The head of him slides in easily, her eyes the size of saucers as he reaches her hymen.

He eases a hand between them, thumbing at her clit, soothing her, distracting her. “Just a little pinch.” He coos, feeling her tense. “I need you to relax.”

To her credit, she does try. Y/N is no stranger to pain but this is different, so different. He’s splitting her open, on the inside. “Ahh,” she squeals as he bottoms out.

“There you go.” Haymitch murmurs, sealing his lips over hers in a haughty kiss. He doesn’t move, only his fingers do, brushing her clit incessantly.

Her orgasm catches them both off guard. Haymitch affords her an appreciative grunt as her muscles spasm around him. But he never stops kissing her, drinking her in.

“You can move,” she says, after a long moment.

He fucks her so sweetly her heart aches. Like he loves her, like she’s the most precious thing in the world. Coaxing her slowly towards another climax.

Oh, no, no.

“It’s too much.” Y/N whines.

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t,” she wails, feeling the coil tighten in her belly.

“You can, I promise.” Haymitch presses his forehead to hers, drawing gentle circles on her swollen bundle of nerves. “Nice and slow.”

Her fingers are in his hair, desperately clinging to him. “I’m-“ going to cum. Y/N realizes, much to her dismay.

“Good girl, angel.” Haymitch kisses her, swallowing her pleasure. “Such a good, sweet, girl.”

She’s overworked, overly sensitive, but his fingers circle and circle her bundle of nerves. Aching and slick with her arousal, the obscene sound of Haymitch moving inside her makes Y/N dizzy. It’s too much, too good and she’s too full.

Hot tears spill from the corners of her eyes and she’s sobbing. Cumming hot and hard all over his cock. Squeezing him, milking him for all he’s worth as she keeps cumming and cumming and cumming…

“Fuck,” Y/N cries, “holy fuck.”

Haymitch presses sloppy kisses to her damp cheek. “That’s fucking perfect, angel.” He empties himself inside her. Slumping against her, hiding her from view of the cameras. Not that it matters now.

She runs a hand along his back, absently.

When the cameras turn off and fold in on themselves, Haymitch pulls away.

Staring at her face, long and hard. Inspecting her for damage. But she looks content, sated.

“How did I do?” She asks, sweetly and he wants to die.

Rolling off of her without explanation and making a mad dash for the toilet. Managing to lock the door behind himself, before emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

When he returns, Y/N is curled in on herself, shoulders shaking. This is it, what he’d been afraid of.

He comes around, kneeling on the side of the bed, taking her hands in his. “I’m sorry, angel.”

“I’m sorry. I was just nervous, I’ll do better next time.” Her bottom lip quivers.

Oh, honey. Sweetheart. Angel. Don’t fucking do this to me. “You were perfect.”

“I made you sick.”

“No, please never think that I- that wasn’t because of you. Nothing you did. Just this whole thing is fucked. I didn’t want…to take anything else from you. It’s bad enough that you had to marry me, you shouldn’t have had to- and with the cameras-“ Haymitch breaks off again, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“So you didn’t hate…being with me?”

He shakes his head.

Y/N draws in a shuttering breath, attempting to settle her nerves.

“Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”

————————————————————————-

At her request, Haymitch doesn’t leave her alone. Instead he insists on bathing her.

She hisses as she leans up, the soreness between her thighs making itself known.

“I’ll get you something for that.” Haymitch frowns at the discomfort etched into her features.

A pill. Something for the pain.

“I’m ok,” Y/N shakes her head. I don’t want you to leave me.

“I know.” Haymitch assures her, “but you don’t have to be.” I’m going to take care of you now.

She leans into his touch as he continues running the damp cloth over her skin. “That feels nice, thank you.”

“Anytime.” He won’t let her rub her skin raw, the way he had after the first time he had to- Anything for you.

“I still want it to be real one day.”

“You tell me when it’s real and I’ll ask you to marry me again.”

“K.” Y/N tucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

Haymitch knows he’s in trouble then. When she’s looking at him like that. He knows it as he dries her off, dressing her in an oversized shirt meant for him. Knows it as she cries herself to sleep, curled up against his chest. He’ll burn this world to the ground for her.

Part 2

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: 2 Fisted Tales

Stephen King: hey patricia is it true you used to write comics? Patricia Highsmith: [long cigarette drag] Highsmith: who told you that

King: well, i just heard- Highsmith: was it stan lee? Highsmith: musta been stan lee Highsmith: never met a cat who talked so much Highsmith: might as well be a dame with all the yap yap yappin

Dean Koontz: wowwwww did you really meet stan lee, patricia? Highsmith: yeah Koontz: wowwww! what was that like? [flashback] Stan Lee: hey there comics fans its me, stan lee Lee: how bout a date? Highsmith: no dice

Poe: steve King: i just thought she'd like to tell us about her Poe: steve Poe: just no Poe: no King: ok fine Barker: i'm gonna hear the comic story Poe: CLIVE NO

King: ah but patricia i think we'd all like to hear a comics story Patricia Highsmith: i ain't gonna tell no comic story King: well maybe I can't convince you King: but I bet I know someone who can! Alan Moore: [appearing in a flash] who dares summon the arch magus? King: the arch magus! Poe: the arch magus! Koontz: the arch magus!

Moore: speak! what boon ask ye of the arch magus? King: hey alan you've worked in comics King: how about you tell patricia that comics aren't stupid Moore: Moore: i cannot tell her that

Moore: comics are the bane of my existence! a curse upon them! Highsmith: now this guy, this guy i like Highsmith: he's got a real noodle in his noggin Moore: the arch magus would do well to hear your counsel, mortal Highsmith: sure, we could jaw a bit

Highsmith: how you feel about snails, archmagus? Moore: be these your familiars? Highsmith: "familiars" Highsmith: listen to this cat

Highsmith: ok fine you mooks wanna hear about my comics Highsmith: i'll tell ya Highsmith: but only cuz i'm here among bros Highsmith: long as its just dudes Highsmith: cuz these stories Highsmith: they get a little rough Highsmith: and you know how dames are

Highsmith: so this story's just for us dudes Highsmith: so franz Franz Kafka: what? Highsmith: you gotta go Kafka: huh? what? Kafka: why? Highsmith: you just gotta go Kafka: i don't understand Barker: oh my god franz get a clue Poe: clive

Highsmith: submitted for the approval of the midnight pals Highsmith: i call this the tale of the crime puncher Highsmith: it's about this real swole square headed guy who punches criminals Highsmith: pow! punch! bam! Highsmith: that's what comics are all about

Highsmith: so there're these 2 palookas who fight crime Highsmith: named steve and ploopie Barker: i'm sorry what Highsmith: steve and ploopie Barker: steve and WHAT Highsmith: what, you got cabbage in your ears? ploopie Barker: Barker: i'm sorry WHAT

Highsmith: anyway steve and ploopie gotta do some punching Barker: there's a lot of punching in these stories Highsmith: that's what kids want in comics Barker: huh sure yeah Barker: Barker: i'm sorry steve and WHAT Poe: let it go, clive

Highsmith: so this world war i playing ace crashes into a polish swamp Highsmith: when he dies, it creates a big mud monster Highsmith: who goes to america to harass some kid for his model air plane Barker: i'm starting to see why you didn't want to tell these stories Poe: CLIVE

Highsmith: i didn't just do action comics tho Highsmith: i wrote educational ones too Highsmith: like the two-fisted tales of oliver cromwell Highsmith: or don't mess with galileo Highsmith: or catherine the great takes out the trash

King: why didn't you stick with comics, patricia? Patricia Highsmith: eh you know how the comics biz is King: but I've heard its actually a growth industry Highsmith: is that so King: yeah they tell me that there's lots of opportunities in comics for girls Highsmith: ugh pass

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#ask seven!jk what was the vibe like spending the night together for the first time? How did u not die if oc was being all cute and cuddly 🥴

“Oh my god, I literally thought I was gonna faint, like I don’t think you get how snuggly Y/n was 🥺” — Ask Jeon Jungkook, Seven Days to Love

1.6k words. ok omg 🥺so this is right after the ending of seven days to love and instead of answering with just a small “ask jk” I just did a drabble

READ THE ONESHOT HERE

The drive to Jungkook’s place wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be after having sex at the vinyl store the two of you work at. You were a little tired after the very abrupt exercise so late at night and Jungkook must’ve been able to notice because he played music quietly as he drove and hummed to himself, only glancing over at you every few seconds to see if you were awake or not.

“It’s a mess,” Jungkook said abruptly once he pulled into his parking spot, “I wasn’t really expecting company.”

“That’s fine,” you told him as he shut the car off and headed out. You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door “, you barely had it an inch wide before Jungkook surprises you by closing it back up, “Jungkook!”

“Shh,” Jungkook smirked as he opened the door for you watching you roll your eyes at him, “Let me be a gentleman, will ya?”

“I guess,” you said with a dramatic sigh and decided to joke, “Would you like to carry me upstairs too so my feet don’t get tire—oh my god!”

Jungkook hoisted you over his shoulder and as much as you wanted to be annoyed, you couldn’t help but laugh. It’s crazy that just earlier today you felt nervous to even be around him after listening to the mixtape. You tried to ignore him but like his usual persistent self, he wouldn’t let you and now here you are, begging to be put back down before he gets to his apartment.

He just laughed as he set you down in front of his door and fished his key out. You waited patiently behind him, small yawn leaving your lips and once the door opened, a tall and skinny black dog came running up to Jungkook like a gentle giant. Jungkook pet him happily as you watched the dog’s tail wag back and forth, “This is Bam, he’s really sweet so don’t worry, he won’t jump on you unless you want him to.”

You just nodded, leaning down to try and pet the dog, letting Jungkook take your bag and other things as you let the dog nuzzle against your front. You smiled, “He’s so cute.”

“Thanks, he got it from his dad,” Jungkook said with a clear of his throat, “I obviously mean me.”

“Really?” You asked with amusement in your eyes, “I would’ve never got that but I think I see some resemblance now.”

Jungkook laughed softly as he led you toward his room and Bam happily trotted after you before his dad asked him for some alone time.

Now usually, you were always a bit shy when you visited someone else’s place for the first time but you couldn’t help but look around his bedroom curiously. It was what you would expect, vinyl records thrown haphazardly on his desk along with some comics. He had a gaming system and PC, some weights in the corner. Dirty laundry on a chair an— “My shirt.”

“Huh?” Jungkook asked, trying to pick up some of his mess. You picked up your Jesus Lana Del Rey shirt that had been folded nicely on top of his drawer and looked it up and down. You had forgotten you let him wear it the other day and just found it right now.

“Oh uh,” Jungkook scratched the back of his neck and right as you were getting ready to unfold it and unzip his gray sweater, he was snatching it out of your hands, “Yeah, so… this is mine now.”

“What?” You couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s my favorite shirt.”

“Mine too,” Jungkook said, holding it to his chest. Your jaw dropped in disbelief, “Jungkook…”

“Y/n…” the attitude he was giving you was unbelievably evident on his face, “Please, let me keep it.”

“Bu—“

“Y/n,” he groaned cutely, “Please? You were so nice that night, and you worried about me even though I was clearly in the wrong trying to see you so late in the rain and… Y/n I’m literally begging you let me keep this.”

With a feigned annoyed groan you nodded, “Fine but I’m keeping this sweater then.”

As if to prove your point further you wrapped your arms around yourself and laid down on his bed, turning away from him and Jungkook just nodded happily.

You didn’t want to seem like a homebody even though you clearly were but you were tired. It wasn’t just the sex on a very uncomfortable counter but the two of you have worked non stop for days without a break and knowing tomorrow you have off just made you want to lay in bed and stay there—you didn’t even care whose bed.

“Keep the sweater,” Jungkook finally said as he came over to you, an idea popping up in his head and catching you off guard, he threw his comforter over you wrapping you in like a burrito as you groaned, “Matter of fact keep everything as long as I can keep you.”

“Jungkook,” you whined cutely as he tucked you into his bed before throwing himself over you, pulling you into him like he didn’t have you wrapped up like a cocoon, “Why are you like this?”

“Because you like it,” Jungkook said, feeling your hands sneak out of his home shift straight jacket and went to cuddle into him, “Oh my god, Y/n.”

“What?” You asked moving a hand back before he was pulling it around him once more and snuggling into you.

“You’ve been depriving me of this cute side of yours and I don't think my heart can physically take it,” he whined, kissing your hair, “Be mean to me for one second just so I know it’s still you.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re so weird, you know that? You want me to be mean to you?”

“For the nostalgia,” Jungkook said with a deep sigh when he felt your lips begin to kiss along his neck cutely, “Do you want to know something funny?”

“Tell me,” you kissed under his ear making him let out a soft laugh at the tingly sensation it brought him making him squirm a bit.

“You scared me,” he confessed, “In a good way, I mean. Like, nothing I did ever impressed you.”

“Awe, poor baby, were you used to the recognition?” You teased and it made him smile because you were spot on.

“Pretty much,” Jungkook kissed the tip of your nose, “But anyway, it just made me want to keep trying even if I knew it annoyed you because I also knew you kinda liked it.”

“Confident, are we?” You asked with a smirk that he mirrored as he said, “Well I’ve got you in my bed, don’t I?”

At that you began to unravel yourself from the comforter, “Maybe I should go, just to keep you on your toes.”

You didn’t even make it a foot off the bed before he was tackling you back down and clinging to you like a koala making you groan under his weight. Jungkook cupped your face in his hands, “Don’t you dare, you promised me a date tomorrow.”

“You can always just pick me up tomorrow,” you decided to continue the teasing just to watch him panic a little, “Get off, you’re heavy.”

“Well then promise me you’re not going anywhere,” Jungkook said and you don’t know how to explain it but he suddenly felt even heavier with his defiance.

You laughed, “Where am I even supposed to go?! I don’t have a car.”

“Oh right,” Jungkook said, rolling off of you, and sighing in relief, “Whew, for a second I thought I was gonna have to wrap you up in the comforter again.”

You rolled your eyes cutely as you shifted to lay on his chest, “How are you so big and scary looking but also an absolute baby?”

“Don’t know, no matter how much I try to look intimidating my face is too pretty and I’m too soft,” he joked, hugging you back while listening as you released a tiny yawn making his heart explode, “How are you so cute even when you’re mean to me?”

You shrugged, eyes falling shut tiredly, “I don’t know, it’s in my genes or something.”

He chuckled as he began to push your hair away from your eyes when he watched you squint as a strand poked your eye, “Okay, I’ll let you go to sleep but I have to turn the light off.”

“Mm,” you whined, clinging to him a little more, “Sleep.”

“But the ligh—“ his words stopped when you raised a leg around his waist making yourself comfortable, face tucked into his neck to hide from the light, “Okay okay, who cares about the light, you’re too cute and cuddly right now for me to move.”

You smiled in victory as he began to pull the comforter over the two of you in defeat. You opened just one eye to get a look at him and he was already shutting his eyes to sleep. You reached up and kissed the tip of his nose making him smile and squeeze you closer.

“Who’s being clingy now?” Jungkook asked rubbing soothing circles onto your back, “So fucking cute that it makes me mad.”

You laughed, sounding drowsy and out of it, “Okay, it’s bedtime now.”

“I don’t want to sleep, I just want it to be tomo—“ his words died in his throat as he felt you go still and your breathing become more even and slow and with a warmth in his heart, he whispered,

“Goodnight.”

::.

ok so this and the date drabble were RIGHT after the end of seven days to love

but I’m thinking of making two more drabbles set in the future

1.argument drabble

2.”jealous” jk or y/n drabble

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Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

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Includes- Everything is consensual, missionary, dirty talk, hickies, fluff

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"Jungkook, are you done now?", she whines

I roll my eyes, pressing the buttons on the game controller

"No", I answer shortly

"I've been here for twenty minutes already and you haven't paid attention to me once!"

Yeah but she came while I was in the middle of a game

She knows I'm not going to stop until I'm done

"Just wait", I growl

She leans over, her hand around the middle of the controller and she yanks it out of my hand

"Joanne!", I yell, panicking

"Bam!", she calls

"No!"

Bam comes running and he grabs the controller she's holding out for him in his mouth

"No Bam, come back!"

He ignores me and tears away, running through the house

My eyes go back to the screen, where my character is killed

And I can't stop it

"Fuck!", I yell, turning to glare at her

"It's just a game", she rolls her eyes, "You told me to come over and you're ignoring me"

She wants attention?

Fine

Turning to her, I growl, "You want attention?"

Pushing her back against the couch, her eyes widen as I move over her, "I'll give you fucking attention"

"Jungkook, what are you doing?", she asks

"Giving you attention"

"Do you...uh...think we should do this?", she asks

She's my best friend and we've never done anything sexual together

It drives me crazy because I'm so in love with her and she doesn't get any hints I throw her way

But right now, she pissed me the fuck off and I need to let some of it out

"You want attention right? That's why you took away my controller and messed up my fucking game", I snap, noticing how her legs move around my waist, "You stopped what I was doing, now I want to do this"

She bites her lip, but nods, "Ok"

I don't wait, grabbing her shirt and ripping it down the middle

She gasps but I ignore her, pulling her up slightly and undoing her bra

She pulls my shirt off and we continue to rip clothes off until we're both naked

Not wasting any time, I crash my lips to hers as I push my hard cock into her

She moans in my mouth, her body arching into mine, her arms wrapping around my body

Incredible pleasure hits me hard as she stretches around my cock, so wet, so tight

Her hands press against my back, igniting a fire all over the skin she touches

Once I bottom out, I start moving fast, fucking her into my couch

Her legs tighten around my waist, my cock plunging into her wet hole, the sound of our skin hitting each other's so loud

God, she feels so fucking good

Pulling away from her lips, I turn her head, kissing her neck

"Am I paying enough attention to you now?", I growl in her ear, "Now that you're tiny tight cunt is swallowing my dick like you're cock starved?"

"Yyy....yes", she murmurs

"Now that I'm fucking you wide open, making you moan for me", I demand, sucking on the skin on her neck, leaving dark purple marks, "Is this enough attention for you?"

"Yes", she cries, her pussy sucking my cock in with every stroke, my head smashing her spot each time, making her shiver under me

Kissing down her neck, I push her boob up and attach my mouth to her nipple, sucking harshly

Her pussy clenches around me so tightly, soaking me to the bone as she gushes cream and juice

"I'm paying attention to you now baby", I snap, "I'm paying attention to how tight your pussy gets when I fuck your little spot, how your clit throbs against my pelvis, how wet your pussy sounds as I fuck you"

She nods, her eyes glassy as tears leak down her face

"I'm paying attention to how hard your nipple is, how good it is to suck on, how pretty your skin looks with my marks on them", I continue, fucking into her harder and harder, "I'm paying attention to how fucked out you look already, how pretty you look fucked stupid by my cock"

She hiccups, her wet dazed eyes on me as she continues to take my cock so well, her pussy spasming uncontrollably

"I'm paying attention to how stupid I was not to do this sooner"

She nods, moaning, "I...I was thinking that too"

I raise my eyebrow, "Did you want to fuck me too?"

She nods, her fingers digging into my back the closer she gets

"Always wanted you Kookie"

I smile, so fucking happy, "I always wanted you Jo. And you can have me all the time, if you say yes to being with me"

She nods, "Yes Kookie, fuck"

Fucking into her, I murmur, "Cream around my cock baby. Show me your mine"

After a few more thrusts, she screams my name, clenching down on my cock in a death grip as she cums

"Jungkook!"

The sound of her screaming my name and the ecstasy from her orgasm throws me into mine

Driving my cock deep in her orgasming pussy, I cum hard, stars blasting in my vision from the sheer pleasure

"Joanne, oh fuck", I cry, emptying everything I have into her

She pulls me right against her, her lips crashing into mine, kissing me hard

I kiss her back as we both finish, not wanting to be away from her lips for long

"I love you Kookie", she says between kisses, making my heart soar

"I love you Jo", I tell her, "Fuck, I love you"

After kissing for awhile, she pushed my head down on her chest, holding me tightly, running her fingers in my hair

It feels so fucking good, putting me to sleep

"I think this is a better way to spend our time", I say sleepily, "I like it so much better than video games"

She giggles, "I'm glad baby. Now go to sleep"

Closing my eyes, I fall asleep in her arms

[minijenn]

UF Preview 2

Last night I was thrivin on Stedip, today I'm thrivin on Conbel. Enjoy two girls bonding over the same bizarre experience before gearing up to bash some gnomes in. Ya know, normal first date activity for the girlies.

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“Oh, sorry! No can do,” Jeff laughed. There was a clear, unhinged edge to it this time as he continued fixing the girls with a patronizing grin. “See, we really need at least one queen and we already went through so much trouble to kidnap you both so it's gotta be one of you. Oh, hey, here’s an idea! Why don’t we have you both fight to the death to decide which one it’s gonna be? That’d be fun, right?”

As morbid as such a suggestion was, it sparked a sudden idea for Mabel, especially when she stole another look at the surprisingly sharp ring Jeff was still holding onto. “You know what?” she spoke up, putting on the most convincing smile she could. “Fine. I’ll marry you guys.”

“Huh?” Connie started, caught off guard. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve got a plan,” she whispered just loud enough for the other girl to hear her. “Trust me.”

Connie didn’t know anything about Mabel other than her name–she had yet to even see the other girl’s face clearly as half-blind as she currently was. To place her trust in someone who was essentially a stranger, to rely on someone she’d only just met to help get her out of such a drastic situation… It was an overwhelming thought. But then Connie realized: she’d done the exact same thing the very day she’d met Steven just a few short weeks ago. Why couldn’t she do the same for Mabel too?

So, instead of letting worry overtake her as it so often did, Connie simply nodded, letting Mabel put whatever plan she had into action. “Hot dog!” Jeff happily exclaimed. “Go ahead and untie her, boys. She can’t carry a bouquet with her hands behind her back, now can she?” 

The other gnomes did as they were told, freeing Mabel from her ropes, though strangely, they made no effort to do the same for Connie. Still sticking to her plan, Mabel smiled as she politely put her hand out, allowing Jeff to slip the ring onto her finger. 

“Bada-bing, bada-bam!” he cheered as the other gnomes erupted into excited applause. “One down, one potentially still to go. You sure you don’t want in on this, honey?” he peered past Mabel to smirk at Connie. “We only had one ring, but we can always fix you up with a really shiny-lookin’ caterpillar or something-”

“You may now kiss the bride!” Mabel cut him off, her tone deceptively inviting. 

“Well,” Jeff perked up, turning back to her. “Don’t mind if I do!”

The head gnome closed his eyes and poised his lips for the kiss… only to receive a first slamming hard into his nose instead. “Ow! Ouch!” he collapsed backward into the crowd of gnomes behind him, “Seriously, ow! What the-”

As distracted as they all were by this sudden twist, the gnomes largely missed Mabel running over to Connie. She used the sharp gem on her ring to quickly cut through the ropes tying the other girl down, finally freeing her as she lent a hand to help her up. 

“Thanks!” Connie breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Don’t mention it,” Mabel grinned. Her smile quickly fell when she took stock of the suddenly very angry horde of gnomes surrounding them. “Seriously, don’t mention it until we actually make it out of here…”

“What do we do now…?” Connie asked anxiously. The gnomes were already starting to inch in to restrain them again, essentially leaving both girls trapped back-to-back with no real way out in sight.

“Um… oh!” Mabel quickly grabbed the only thing in her range. It was a large, sturdy stick, one that she quickly handed off to Connie to arm her for the inevitably fray. “We’ll just have to fight our way through ‘em!”

“B-but I can barely see, remember?” Connie gripped the stick tightly, nervously. 

“I’ll be your eyes then!” Mabel grinned back at her. “Just swing where I tell you to.”

“...Ok,” Connie agreed. After all, despite her unconventional ideas, Mabel hadn’t really steered her wrong yet. 

[thepenultimateword]

Lotus

CW: coroner examination, blood, injury mention, mention of murder, harassment and stalking mention, body description

Civilian tried not to throw up as he lifted the sheet. Not because of the purple hue of livor mortis, all the blood long pooled to the victim's back and the heels of their feet, nor because of the 23 violent stab wounds littering their gut, insides now nothing more than a gooey, shredded mess. No, the real reason he felt so nauseous was the victim's face. He knew that face. In fact, he’d seen it only yesterday when it ambushed him outside his office. Sneering, too close, the hot, floral stench of their breath on his cheek.

Now it lay lifeless.

“I wasn’t aware they died,” Civilian said, doing his best to keep his voice neutral.

“Hasn't hit the news yet,” the chief police officer said. It figured they'd send the boss to deliver the remains on such a sensitive murder case. “Imagine the headline: Superhero Murdered: Killer Unknown and At Large.” It will be an uproar. Superhero was supposed to be the most powerful person alive, if it gets out that someone took them out... The public is going to panic. Not to mention all the villains who might make an attempt on the city without the opposition. I don't even want to think about Supervillain."

Civilian saw the implication in the officer's hard, over-the-glasses stare.

"I'm not going to tell anyone," he said dryly. "That would be unprofessional in any case. Being a hero doesn't change anything."

"Of course," the chief said, probably also hiding his real emotions. The police force's backbone had shattered and crumbled a long time ago. Probably the day Superhero came to the city and took control. None of them were equipped to deal with the type of criminals that narcissist had been keeping at bay. "So. Besides the obvious. How do you think...this...er...came about?"

Civilian turned to his tray of tools, straightening the knives, saws and forceps into even rows. "I need to give a full autopsy before I can give any cause of death."

"Ok, just give me a surface-level first impression then. "

Civilian sighed. "Didn't you have a medical examiner at the scene?"

"I've heard you're better."

Civilian really just felt like collapsing on the ground and breaking down. To get this confusing rush of relief and guilt under control. However, he had a sneaking suspicion that the chief wasn't going anywhere until he got something. Civilian tried not to feel too discouraged that the force was in a low enough place to be relying on him for leads.

He walked around to the other side of the table, gluing his eyes to the wounds instead of the face. If he could pretend this was just any other body, he would be fine.

"I mean, the stab wounds are a start. 23. That's an excessive amount. So it was personal. It's entirely possible it's no deeper than that. Someone got mad, and...bam."

"I could have told you that,” the officer said, index finger stuttering rapidly against his belt. “The question is how? If none of Superhero's enemies could kill them in the past, how did they do it now? The crime scene didn't even show a significant struggle."

Civilian rolled his eyes. Superhero wasn't a god. Just because they were big and powerful and felt like they could dominate everything and everyone around them, didn't mean they were perfect. Just because no one knew how to stop him didn’t mean there was never a way. At least…they’d always hoped there was a way.

"No need to be testy,” he said. “I’m just doing what you asked. Like I said, I need a full autopsy to know if there were drugs or other substances in their system at the time of death. Something like that could have slowed them down long enough to be attacked. Or perhaps, it was the drugs that killed them and the stabbing came later to cover it up.”

“Why would they do that?”

“I don’t know, scare tactic? I’m just spitballing. But if I could get to work…”

He motioned as politely as he could toward the door.

“Alright,” the officer said a little tightly, but he still offered Civilian a short nod before striding out of the room. Like always, the large, metal door slammed a little too hard when dropped.

Civilian collapsed immediately.

He barely caught himself in a low crouch, fingers spread flat against the cold tile. His breath came too hard and too fast, but now that the need to regulate his emotions was gone, he couldn’t seem to calm down. He hoped no one else would walk in. He didn't know how he would explain this. The best cover he could come up with was that he was afraid for the future with Superhero gone, but it would be dangerously awkward if anyone happened to hear the lie in his voice.

He honestly didn’t know how he was supposed to feel. Was it awful that he couldn’t bring himself to be sad? Superhero was a human being, someone he’d known personally, shouldn’t he feel some sort of sympathy?

Then there was the awful fact that he’d sort of wished it would happen. Every day that that monster trailed him like a lingering nightmare, in front of his workplace, outside his house, in his favorite stores, he’d wished that something might happen to them. If the law wouldn’t take care of it, then maybe one of their many fights would end badly. Or maybe a tragic accident might occur: struck dead in a lightning storm, broken neck in the shower, anything.

But Superhero had always been blessed.

Until now.

Civilian slowly uprighted himself. Guilty or not, he had a job to do. And if he didn’t want the police back down his throat, he should get started.

With a deep breath, he clicked the red button on his voice recorder.

"January 5th, 5:40 p.m., Superhero. Subject has 23 abdominal stab wounds, just below their ribs. No sign of further bruising or injury on any other part of the body." They held their magnifying lense up to the corpse's blue nails. "Not even any skin beneath the fingernails to indicate a struggle."

Civilian was relieved when they finished the external part of the examination and could get started with the internal. No need to look at the horrible familiarity of their smug jawline and forceful hands. Not only were insides less unique, but they'd carved a body so many times they could do it in their sleep, in fact, with all the inner turmoil roiling inside, the familiar monotony of the procedure was sort of relaxing. An incision here, and incision there, open up the chest cavity, remove the organs, check the weight, take some samples, bag them up, and... What was that?

Civilian squinted at the right bottom rib, smooth bone interrupted by a few jagged markings engraved large across the center. As he leaned in closer to the chest cavity, markings became letters.

STALKER

Civilian's stomach lurched.

"There....there seems to be a message carved into the subject's 12th rib, on the right side." They swallowed hard before saying the word aloud. "Stalker. Along with um…I think that’s a lotus? But with...eyes."

The symbol was unsettling, a staring eyeball carved onto each petal and staring straight into Civilain's soul. Almost like...it knew...

Civilian paused the recording and took another moment to breathe. They needed to think. What was this? A brand? A message? But for who? They glanced back at the staring lotus, quickly swiping a smear of blood over it with their thumb to block it out. It only made it worse.

Did someone know what Superhero and him? He'd never told anyone. He didn't have anyone close enough to confide in personally, and Superhero had been too prominent a figure to go public. If anyone even believed him, he'd been much to afraid of what Superhero might do to him after the fact.

Was it a coincidence that one of the only people who could examine the body intimately enough to see its ribs was...him? It wasn't like he was the only coroner in the city. The body just happened to fall into his jurisdiction based on where it was found. So unless the killer lured Superhero somewhere nearby specifically so Civilian would be the one to-- No. No, that was ridiculous. They were too close, making this all about them. More likely, Superhero had stalked more than one person.

"Someone who wasn't too soft to bite back."

Civilian was used to being alone, but suddenly he felt nervous hearing his voice squeak out against the autopsy room's empty quiet.

He cleared his throat and hit play on his recorder. "I've never seen this symbol before, but it may be a hint to whoever did this. It's the only unnatural mark I see on the body so far, but I will keep an eye out during the rest of the examination."

Civilian blabbered numbly throughout the rest of the autopsy, doing his best to keep the tremor from voice. It was easy going through the motions, it was less easy trying to block out the surge of thoughts invading his mind. There were no other marks and no other clues as to how Superhero was overwhelmed. The contents of Supehero's stomach and blood would take some time to be tested, so as unhappy as it would probably make the police chief, the only lead he was going to be able to give him was that rib. Civilian managed to transfer his old nightmare into one of the freezers and make an appointment over the phone for the chief to come back in the morning, before locking up the office and starting the trek to the bus stop.

He had to admit, even with a powerful killer on the loose, it was one of the least stressful walks he'd had in over a year. At least he knew Superhero wasn't around any of these corners now, watching his every move from the shadows, crooning soft flatteries that Civilian forced queasy smiles to in case Superhero decided to get offended and unpleasant.

He shuddered, swallowing the instinctual bile that rose in his throat at such a familiar image.

It had been flattering at first, receiving attention from someone as big as Superhero. He was no one and Superhero had deigned to look in his direction. They picked him up from work. They worried about his safety. They called him every night to ask about his day. He'd felt special. That is until the red flags started popping up: the demands, the guilt trips, the complete and utter lack of boundaries. The calls became interrogations, the walks turned intrusive, and "no" became a meaningless word.

No. Civilian was not upset Superhero was dead, and if that made him bad person, so be it.

A bus ride later, he fumbled to unlock his front door, relieved that he now had the time to fumble. As he finally got the lock to ungum and swung the door open, a little piece of paper fluttered to the ground. Someone must have slid it halfway into the door's crack.

Civilian snatched it off the cement and stepped inside, already kicking off his shoes and sliding his bag to the floor as he flipped the paper over in his hand.

5 eyes stared straight back.

Civilian yelped, dropping the paper as if it were on fire.

It landed face-up on his hallway tile, gazing up from their respective lotus petals. Underneath penned in looping letters was an phone number.

Civilian rapidly slammed the deadbolt in place, racing to the living room window and peeking up and down the walk through the blinds. A couple passed by walking their dog, but nothing suspicious.

He took a deep breath and cautiously approached the little white square, forcing himself to pick it up by the corner.

He should report this. He didn't know how to handle this alone; his best chance was the police. But...how likely was it for the same symbol to be found on both the body and a note in his own home. And with Civilian's less than pleasant history with the victim... Wouldn't that make him a suspect? But, then again, if he didn't report it and anyone found out...that would be worse.

Not that the chances of anyone finding out were high. Civilian didn't have anyone to invite over, not since their trouble with Superhero prompted them to push everyone who could possibly be used as leverage away.

Civilian stuffed the note in his pocket and headed for the kitchen. He pushed the fear way, way down, and focused on boiling water for a too-rich cup of hot chocolate that made his eyes droop when he reached the last drops. He went upstairs, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and changed into sweats and an old t-shirt. He was just about to throw the clothes into the laundry basket when he couldn't help but pull the note back out of his pants pocket.

He should have let it get damp and ruined in the wash. He should ignore it. Or throw put it back outside and pretend not to have sen it. He should not be sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling out his phone and preparing to call. But some part of him needed to know. Was there more than just him? Who were they? How did they do this? It wasn't like they didn't know where he lived already, so...

He punched in the phone number and listened with a tight stomach to the rings.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"You called."

Civilian nearly dropped the phone at the sudden even tone. It was a woman. That much was obvious. He had been half expecting a voice changer like the criminals in the movies, but the biggest alteration to her voice was the static crackle of slightly bad connection.

"I...er...yes. Who is this?"

"A friend. At least I hope you'll come to consider me as such."

Her voice was smooth with an obvious effort to infuse some warmth to its natural chill. It reminded Civilian the thawing sheet of ice that coated the lake each spring.

"I don't have friends."

"I know."

Civilian shuddered. "I don't understand. Who are you? Why are you doing this? Did you kill Superhero? What do you want with me?"

It all spilled out in a jumbled panic they couldn’t stop. They felt sick and they probably should have hung up by now, but they had a distinct feeling that stopping now would only make them feel worse.

“Shhh,” the voice soothed. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything. Can we meet?”

“What?” Civilian choked incredulously. “No. No, I’m not meeting up with a killer!”

“It can be public. Anywhere you like. But if you’d rather not at all, I understand.”

What sort of a response was that? Was she really offering him an out? Did he really not have to do any of this? But what was the point of setting up this call then?

“Why?” he said.

“You might want to talk? About what happened?”

“Superhero being murdered?”

Hy couldn’t think of anything he would like less to discuss with a killer than their own murders. It seemed sort of sick. Did Civilian seem like the sort of person who got excited over those sort of topics?

“If you like. And everything Supehero did you before that.”

Civilian’s chest went cold. “How do you know about that?”

“I saw it.”

His sharp intake of breath echoed airily in the speaker.

“Not on purpose,” the woman added quickly. “I wasn’t following you. Superhero and I had a relationship that required seeing each other on a regular basis, and I happened across it in the aftermath of…work. From the way they talked, I knew they had someone, but I never imagined…”

Yeah. No one did. That has been the problem.

“Can we meet?” the woman repeated.

Civilian had to be crazy. Something must be truly , seriously wrong with his head.

“Ok.”

“Oh!” the woman exclaimed, voice losing its chill entirely for just a moment. “When? Where?”

“Now? Apparently you know where I live, so how about the diner on the corner? It’s open 24/7.”

If Civilian gave himself more time to think about this he’d chicken out. And maybe that would be for the best, but at this moment he didn’t need sense. He needed this suffocating weight off his chest.

“I’ll be about 15 minutes; I wasn’t expecting you to want to meet so quickly.”

"Right, see you...um...what do you look like exactly?"

"You'll know," the woman said, and the line went dead.

Well. If Civilian died tonight, at least he got to cut up Superhero. That was more than he really could have hoped for.

He didn't bother changing out of his lounges clothes, just pulling on a pair of rubber boots and grabbing a roughly matching jacket from the coat hook before darting for the door. Last second, he rummaged out the little canister of pepper spray from his work bag. It had been purchased especially for Superhero, but he had never had the guts to use it. Maybe this time... Well, in any case, he felt safer with it sitting in his pocket.

When Civilian arrived at the diner it was all but empty. Just one couple sat at the counter sharing a disgustingly overtopped milkshake, while a pale-haired woman in a forest green coat sat tucked in a booth at the back.

Civilian drew cautiously near. "Um...hello?"

The woman looked up from her menu, revealing the five eyes lotus tattoo in the hollow of her throat.

Civilian retreated a step back, but it was too late. She grinned, stretching a long pale scar that cut from her cheekbone to the end of her chin, and those eyes...pale as ice and just as sharp. When she stood she practically radiated power. The same aura always surrounded Superhero, something unnatural, awe-inspiring, and terrifying.

Civilian recognized her almost immediately. Not because he'd ever met her in person, but from the many pictures he'd seen on tv.

"Hey," she said, waving to the open seat across from her.

"S-S-S-Supervillain."

"Told you you'd know me." Her voice then dropped back into the even tone it had carried over the phone. "Would you rather sit here, or in the next booth over? I don't want to be shouting sensitive information to the room, but I also want you to have all the space you need."

"This is fine," Civilian said, dropping into the booth. He'd never imagined Supervillain being the type to ask. Not with her dangerous reputation.

For a moment they just sat in silence, Civilian looking at his knees, Supervillain's eyes boring into the crown of his head.

"Do you want to order--"

"So you did that," Civilian interrupted. He immediately blanched. He didn't need to make himself a target for another top super.

"I did," Supervillain said calmly, not even a speck of remorse on her tongue. She didn't duck her head in shame either. She was...apparently fine with what she'd done.

"Aren't you worried I'll tell someone?" Civilian hoped desperately that didn't sound like a threat.

She shrugged. "Police will unravel it soon anyway. And I'm not too worried about their power."

Civilian nodded vaguely. If they hadn't caught Supervillain with Superhero's help, they certainly weren't going to catch her without. He wasn't sure if that she be disheartening or not, but at the moment he only felt neutral.

"And the..." Civilian mimicked writing letters in the air.

"Ah, so you did see that." She leaned forward a little in her seat. "I just called it as I see it. Call it a statement to the public. How long were they doing this to you?"

"A little over a year..."

"That scum." Her pale eyes narrowed and Civilian got the feeling if she could kill Superhero all over again, she would.

Civilian swallowed. "Excuse me, Miss--"

"Miss? That's cute. Just call me Supervillain."

"Supervillain." It tasted strange on their tongue, but not exactly bad. "Why, if I can ask, did you do it? How did you do it?"

"How is easy," Supervillain shrugged. "I've always been stronger. I've only held myself back because together we kept the city balanced. But when it came down to it, it wasn't too hard for me to punch through their steel skin.

"As for why..." Her icy eyes softened. “They were bothering you. So I got rid of them.”

Civilian blinked. "But you don't even know--"

"I didn't have to. It was wrong. Even I wouldn't be so vile, and I'm the expert on the wrong. I saw someone who needed a way out of a terrible trap. One with only one possible escape route."

“Th-thank you.” Civilian squeezed the legs of his sweats in his fists, blinking rapidly to keep back the tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and forced his chin up to stare Supervillain directly in the eyes. "Thank you."

Supervillain smiled. "You're welcome. Do you... want to talk? Or order something? I find it's easier to get words out when I have something else to distract me."

Civilian quickly ordered a large stack of strawberry and banana pancakes. He told her everything.

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[redxixi]

Ok hear me out. The reader is a new teacher at UA and tries getting on all the teachers good side but aizawa is so good at keeping his emotions hidden she doesn’t know if he likes her. After the training camp incident they move into dorms and she lives with aizawa but they have seperate rooms to sleep in but everything else is shared. And during this time Aizawa “hating” her more as he always lectures her and gets mad at her so she’s convinced he practically hates her. She ends up hating him too cause he starts making her do more work. He ends up training her and she hates him even more since he wasn’t going easy and just gave her bruises or something. Then one day she was in the lounge room for their shared dorm area and she was doing something and aizawa helps her do it and BAM. she develops a crush and…. (Add ur own ending and twists because I know I’ll love it 💕💗) (also sorry this is long)

AHHAHDWJ ANON weird way or proposing but i accept. litterly AMZING. I did make this pure fluff tho so i hope you like this<3

`♧ : aizawa x reader

`♤ warnings : fluff, some unholy thoughts, some broken shi

~ summary : aizawa never hated you and he showed that when you got physically hurt.

as a new teacher in the best hero school you had to make sure to work extra hard and be friendly to everyone. aizawa made that difficult, whenever you would aproach him he would act cold towards you and lately he has been lecturing me for the dumbest mistakes, whats worse is that you live with him in the dorms. he had a problem with everything and it was suffocating. you couldn't stand him anymore, so how did it lead to this.

you were out with the class on the training grounds, training them to learn how to control their quirks better. aizawa obviously had to also be there because he "couldn't trust that you would do this task effectifely". seriously, i mean ofcourse you were new but why'd he have to be such an asshole.

aizawa on the other hands couldn't stop daydreaming about you bouncing up and down on his cock, making you scream his name, telling you love him. honestly he had a crush on you the day he saw you, he was just bad at expressing his feelings and that to you now hating him. couped up in his own thoughts he failed to see the incoming ice bolder todoroki made, but luckyly for him he had fast reflexes and jumped out the way. you were not as lucky.

"AAAH FUCK"

you yelled and he immediatly turned his head to you. you did manage to jump out of the way but you did it late causing you to make a horrible landing resulting to you spraining your ankle hard. immedialty aizawa and the other kids rush to your side.

"Y/N SENSEI are you okaay. im so so sorry for my mistake"

shoto was apoligizing frantically and bowin his head.

"n..no no i should have moved FUCK but its fine. i'll just go to the infirmary and they can fix me right up"

you said smiling trying not to cry. you feel aizawa looking at you so you looked back to him. he wrapped his hands around your waist and under your legs, caushing him to carry you bridal style.

"you kids go back training session is off today. i'll take Y/N sensei to the infirmary"

everyone was devistated but they did as they were told.

"what are you doing. you can put me down i can do this shit by myself"

you said in a snarky tone.

"shut it. im supposed to be supervising you so your my responsibility got it"

several days later you were still on bed rest. you were lounging in the living room of your dorm room and lets say things are different. after that day aizawa has been taking care of you, he makes you breakfast, lunch, dinner, he even reminds you to drink your meds. it was kind of him. he even gets your flowers everyday, he thinks you dont notice when he brings in fresh flowers and puts them in a vase. it made you smile seeing him like this.

he helps you with everything, he was sweet. you open your eyes to see the scorching sunlight. when you turned your head he was there, sleeping, sitting on the couch with you. you had your book in your head and you couldn't believe you fell asleep on his head. you were beat red. luckily he was still asleep but god he looked perfect sleeping, his hair was loose so there were a few strands on his head.

"this is nice"

you say soflty. you didn't want this moment to end. yes he had been an asshole to you but he's helped you alot, and now you didn't want him to wake you. you put your book away and gently snuggled back into him. you could hear his heart, breath and little snore. soon you yourself fell into deep slumber

this is nice.

A/N: TO THE ANON WHO ASKED THIS. thank you. i also dont know how to end this jdkajkqwenjk.

[halucynator]

Save me part 2

Pairing: fem!reader x Gabe

Part 1

Summary: Gabe captures you because you try to capture him since you realise he's a demon.

The sight of the knife scared you.

"GABE CALM DOWN" You said almost certain today was going to be your last night alive.

He walked towards you with the knife in his hand. He brushed the tip of the knife against your arm. You flinched.

"I don't want to hurt you." Gabe stated serenely.

"The knife if your hand states otherwise." You retaliated.

"Ok fine, maybe I do but only because you're making this so hard."

He walked closer. He scraped the tip of the knife across your arm. You flinched at the coldness.

Your breath became heavy. The knife went up to your neck and stopped their.

"Who told you about me? Who else knows?" Gabe prompted.

"NO ONE I SWEAR"

Gabe's grip on the knife became more firm. You could feel the sharp edge dig into your neck.

"Are they really so important to you that you would risk your life for them?" Gabe asked.

"Ok fine! Eden does!" You lied. You knew for a fact that Eden was also a demon but he didn't know that. And telling him it was Eden who knew would make sense since she used to be your best friend.

Gabe narrowed his eyes at you. He looked betrayed.

"Who else?" Gabe urged.

"No one else. I only told her because I wasn't certain. I could trust her most." You replied. You weren't entirely lying, you had told her you thought it but she just brushed it off. However, you had told other people. A LOT of other people.

Gabe was suspicious. He still continued.

"Why did you suspect it?" Gabe asked.

"Because I saw you leave Erin, dying. What did she ever do to you?" Tears clouded your eyes. "What did WE ever do to you?"

"Look, I don't have time for this guilt tripping. I am the one asking questions h-"

The attic door opened. BAM.

"Who is there?" Gabe asked, a little shaken.

No answer.

It was pitch black in there, you could barely see anything.

Gabe walked towards the door and pulled down a string. The light flicked open.

No one. No one was there.

Atleast not in plain sight.

Gabe looked nervous. He leaned through the door frame to be able to see anything. No one.

"It was probably just the wind." You said.

"Ah yes, because a wind opens the door so loudly. You know something I don't know and I'm going to find out what." He retorted.

"No you won't."

Gabe turned around.

Kinsey was standing there with the chain key in her hand. She freed you and trapped him. It all happened so fast, Gabe didn't have time to react.

You helped Kinsey pull him towards... Tyler?

He had the alpha key. HE HAD THE ALPHA KEY! You would get rid of Gabe once and for all and as much as it hurt you to see your boyfriend die but he wasn't himself anymore.

As Gabe was struggling to be free, Tyler stuck the Alpha Key in his back. Crunch.

Gabe collapsed.

Did he really die? Your eyes flooded with tears. You hated him. But you loved him too. You wished there was a way to free him of the demon without him dying.

Maybe there was?

One of his fingers twitched. You smiled. But then you realised, what if the key didn't work on him? Only one way to find out.

You and Kinsey chained him up and put him in the corner.

You grabbed the head key.

"Try and take this key from me." You said to Gabe.

"Y/n I-"

"TRY TO TAKE IT FROM ME!" You practically shout.

His hand reaches forward. He hesitates before closing his fingers around the key. He takes it from your hand.

Everyone takes a sigh of relief.

You smiled. The biggest smile that had ever been plastered across your face.

A/n: kinda rushed. Not a huge fan of this. Sorry about spelling mistakes if there are any. I initially planned on giving this a bad ending! But hey, everyone loves a good ending better. Thanks for reading!!!

[helenofsimblr]

Guy: Normally, I would but, you know how it is. You’re there, Mom’s having another baby. Where am I gonna go?

Elita: More like you just want privacy for your sex capers. 

Guy: Heh! Those too! You know I’m gonna be around I’m not leaving the planet or nothing, I’ll always be about and here for you, just call. 

Elita: I know. I want you to lead your life, I just don’t want you to be lonely and miserable.

Guy: Nonsense! I’m fine. Seriously! I’m ok you don’t need to worry about me. How’s school?

Elita: Who is Francine? I’ve heard her name mentioned a bit.

****

Guy: What? She’s somebody I went to school with, that's all.

Elita: She’s more to you than that, you think about her all the time and the moment I mentioned her name it’s like BAM… shields up, you’re trying to hide from me Professor.

Guy: I’m not hiding anything. I just… eh, it didn’t work out for us is all. Stuff got in the way. And she’s engaged to be married to Arnold fucking Moriarty. So that’s that.

Elita: Guy RARELY uses swear words, I mean rarely.

Elita: If she is important to you, then you need to tell her how you feel. 

Guy: I can’t. Besides, I had no choice. I was told I was gonna die, I didn’t want to put Francine through something like that.. 

****

Guy: Anyway as adorable as this is, that my little sister wants to look after me, that’s not your job. It is my job to look out for you. 

Elita: Works both ways. Hey, do you want to grab a coffee over there? 

Guy: Yeah, let's do it. Just no more interrogations ok? You have to remember I am a walking mass of “toxic masculinity” and I prefer to deal with my feelings in private.

Elita: heh heh heh, no promises! So who told you that you were gonna die huh?

Guy: Literally five seconds ago I say no more interrogations, and here you are with a follow up question.

Elita: And what YOU have to remember is that I am a walking mass of “do whatever I want” and I prefer to do things my way. 

Guy: I think I’m gonna cry, nobody gets me like you do Leet.

Elita: That’s because we’re awesome. And toxic masculinity bans you from crying anyway, you pussy. 

Guy: *Laughs* Right, let's grab the coffee then. I assume Mom has converted you.

[gentlenotes-moved]

i got the endoscopy!! 🤍

and it went well with no issues! every doctor and nurse were all the nicest people on earth, making sure i was comfortable and helping me through all my anxieties and concerns <3 if you're interested, here's the summary:

ok so i was in the waiting room for like 5-10 minutes before they called me in. they had me pee in a cup for pregnancy tests. :') soon they had me get my gown on and i laid down in the bed. she asked me some questions about my height/weight, allergies, medical history, etc. for like 10 minutes until we got to the IV part for the future sedation. so the thing is i'm a small person and i have really small veins (and have to get poked around a LOT when i get my blood drawn) and she started with my hand and she was like 'wow you really do have tiny veins' and she had to poke around for like 2 minutes before she gave up bc she couldn't get to it lmfao. but i'll be totally honest, it hurt like a motherfucker :') (i didn't cry or feel like crying at all, i just clenched my fist and really wanted to punch the drywall lol)

so she moved on to my elbow for it instead, which worked after a while and hurt a bit, but not as much as when we did it on my hand. so we got it all figured out and got the tube connected, and she told me i'm gonna have this pH tester in my stomach for a couple days. along with it, i'll need to have a food, sleep and symptom diary with this sheet they gave me until like saturday. she made sure i was comfortable and she left. and then this dude came in after 10-15 minutes, and i think he was the main guy of this whole operation. he asked me if i was caught up with everything, including the diary, and make sure i knew what was going on. after he made sure i was caught up, he left. after a while, another lady came in and introduced herself as the nurse and then left. finally, a lady came in and introduced herself as the anesthesiologist. she was really upbeat, and helped me understand what was gonna go on with the anesthesia. she put on the oxygen thing that goes in your nose and she had a hard time bc "you have a teeny tiny nose" 🥹🥺

but we got it all figured out and we went to the room and it had a LOT of wires and computers and monitors and stuff. but it was pretty dark so it calmed me down lol. there was the last three people i met + this new lady. they laid me on my left side and made sure i had a comfy pillow and even added this long memory pillow behind me so i had back support?? idk i was just living in luxury lmao. but then they put this mouth guard thing in to keep my mouth open. then my anesthesiologist started running the anesthesia, and the BAM i was asleep before they even put the tube in!

i woke up groggy af in the recovery room w/ my mom. there was this nurse lady and i was like am..... am i done..?? and she said yes and i almost immediately went back to sleep lmao. i woke up again after i think a few minutes and the nurse asked me if i was able to sit up. i tried and almost fell over lol after a bit, she asked me if i was able to walk or if i wanted to wheelchair out. and i felt really disoriented and i didn't want to keep like tripping or smth on the way out, so for the sake of both us, i asked for a wheelchair. and i was done!

i feel fine except for the fact my chest hurts like hell and it hurts in my chest as well to swallow anything including water. i'm not shocked but it does suck lol. but basically they said everything looks normal, but it's gonna take a few days for the biopsy results.

[southernwizards]

wait whos rhe black caricature in hazbin (genuine i know nothing abt it other than the red sharp guy and the ugly spider) ??? also why tf was he doing that. other than rhe obvious of course

OMG OK SO. basically alastor is based off of an ungodly whire bastardization of hoodoo + voodoo (though of course, theyre thrown together like theyre the same) to the point that its like his "black magic" and ooooo scary scary. his entire character is based off this and cultural appropriation.

i am part of my unis burlesque club! one of the freshmen comes in MULTIPLE TIMES. IN FULL ALASTOR COSPLAY. and me and my friends r likem Wtf. esp me and my friend X (who is black) and then we find out THEYRE TRYING TO DO A HAZBIN COSPLAY NUMBER. IN THE BURLESQUE SHOW. after they were told no because of the racism and everything abt hazshit in the drag club. so we talk to the club leader who politely tells them no then bam they leave. Come Back sobbing later and we're like. We're not...accepting your white suibait apology or hearing you out bc you had been already told why you shouldnt do this. he was literally like oh its fine if i dont paint my face. ,(he did paint his face)

and then ofc . we hear through another friend then that mr blackface extraordinaire was accusing us of bullying him out of the club (it was a polite request from the club leader to not perform that number) AND THEN CALLED IT LEFTIST INFIGHTING. THAT HE WAS TOLD. NOT TO DO A RACISM HAZBIN STRIPPING NUMBER. we never actually even interacted with him, literally just asked the club leader to talk to himnabt it bc it was extemely uncomfortable Especially walking into club meetings and he'd be in full cosplay...yeah small lib arts schools r crazy

[toasted-spiders]

it turns out this wasnt explained but here's why i've been inactive (a real reason that made for a fun blog post)

ive actually been avoiding tumblr for weeks because. [deep breath] i STILL havent watched the new spiderverse movie and my dash IS FULL OF SPIDERVERSE CONTENT

why is it full of spiderverse content? cause im a dummy. i followed all the spiderverse tags in may because i was super super psyched. i just didn't KNOW that i wasn't going to watch the movie until [checks date] until OVER A MONTH LATER.

but so many people watched the movie the day it came out. and they were posting about it. a lot.

at first i was like ok thats fine, i can still use tumblr, i will just wade through all the cool spider-punk fanart - BAM!!! HUGE SPOILERS ABOUT THE MAN HIMSELF O'HARA

^ also it was accompanied by this image which is scary enough on its own thanks

I WAS HORRIFIED!

"so why don't you just unfollow the tag spy?" you ask reasonably, sipping juice from your #1 MUTUAL mug.

ok but that would require going near the posts to which the tag belongs. being able to see that post. clicking on the spiderverse tag. being able to see what's in the spiderverse tag. and then clicking unfollow,

and then repeating the process for all the other spiderverse-related tags i have followed. which is oh yeah EIGHTEEN. (or something.)

the risks are too high. the stakes, too great.

"but spy, you could still post things by going directly to your drafts folder," you reason reasonably.

i COULD. yes. certainly.

i COULD if me-from-several-weeks-ago had realized that if i save 40-odd posts to my drafts every day, in less than a week i would arrive at the Point Of No Return (To My Drafts Folder). thats 388 drafts, guys. what am i supposed to do with three-eighty-eight drafts? drown?

[steeples fingers] in conclusion, i will not be returning to tumblr until a) i have watched across the spiderverse and b) i can get over my visceral terror of the three-eighty-eight.

gasp good news! one of these will be easier than the other because

I'M GOING TO SEE ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE IN THEATRES IN LESS THAN AN HOUR

my mom actually told me WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS POST that my dad booked the tickets so i will FINALLY GET TO SEE WHAT'S UP WITH MIGUEL O'HARA <- that last part was not her words

like i remember him from the first movie's post credits scene? he was so funny?? the part in '67 had me like "omg 😂😂" because that happened before we started using skulls and also i really loved this new spiderman ok,

but now he's SCARY? and also (aforementioned mild spoiler incoming) not really spiderman?? so i wa

wait wait oh crap

the movie's in LESS THAN AN HOUR!!

YEAH I GOTTA RUN BYE

[bteezxyewriter12]

Vlive

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 1.5k

Includes- Bam, so much fluff❤️

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie

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Jungkook POV

"I changed this to a snake because when snakes shed their skin it means they've grown. I thought it was a good idea", I say, pointing to my snake tattoos

ARMYS were asking about my tattoos and I decided to do a small tattoo tour

From the comments, they seem to like it

"That's all for now", I say, smiling into the camera

Looking at the comments, I see a lot asking for Bam

"You want to see Bam?", I ask, smiling

I'm glad ARMYS love Bam

I love him and I love any chance to show him off

"Yes get Bam!"

"Bammie!"

"Bring out Bam!"

"Ok, I'll get him", I say, then yell his name

I wait a few seconds but nothing

Usually when I call him he comes right away

"Bam! Come here!"

Still nothing

Where is he?

He's in the house, I know that

"He's not coming. I'm gonna go look for him. I'll be right back", I tell ARMYS

Getting up, I call his name as I check each room

He's not in his bed in his own personal room, he's not in the bathroom or any other room

I get to my bedroom and I open the door

"Bam?", I call, looking towards the bed

I immediately smile at the sight in front of me

My fiance is asleep, Bam next to her asleep too

He's on his side, his back to her, her head on his shoulder, her arm around him, hugging him, the blanket over both of them

This is just too cute

Whipping out my phone, I take a few pictures

"Bam!", I call, but he doesn't stir

Walking closer to the bed, I whisper his name

His eyes open, looking at me without lifting his head

"Come Bam. ARMYS want to see you"

He looks at me for a second, then closes his eyes again, ignoring me

Well fine then

He loves Joanne and she loves him just as much as I do

She was with me when I adopted him and she's been here from the beginning with him

He's attached to her and he loves taking naps with her

And since she's always tired they always nap a lot

He's not getting up for me, so I leave the room, closing the door softly

Getting back in front of my laptop, I tell ARMYS, "Bam's busy and he's not coming right now"

"Why not?"

"Where is he?"

"He's busy? He's a dog. What's he doing?"

"He's napping", I say, "He woke up to look at me but he's too comfy to get up"

They keep asking for him and I decide to tell them where he is

"He's napping with Joanne. It's really cute. He loves napping with her and he refused to get up"

"That's so cute!"

"Can we see them?"

Lots of ARMYS are asking to see him sleeping

I decide to bring the laptop to my room to show them

They know about Joanne

I've been with her since BTS debuted

I kept her a secret until two years ago when I went public with our relationship

Some ARMYS accepted her right away

But I got a lot of hate, she did too but I told ARMYS I love her and she's not going anywhere

Since then, she's been on vlives with me and they warmed up to her

Now they love her and they gave her a few nicknames

Golden girlfriend and Maknae Jo are two of the popular ones

Our couple name is Jookie

I was worried she wouldn't like the nicknames they gave her but she does

I get to the room door and I tell ARMYS, "I have to be quiet. Jo's a monster when she wakes up"

She is literally the hardest person to wake up

Kisses don't work, neither does calling her name or shaking her shoulder

Sometimes her alarm clock doesn't work

Fucking her awake does but I can't do that every morning

Normally I call her name a few times, then I get up and come back a few times to wake her up before she finally gets up

And when she does wake up she needs a few cuddles before getting out of bed which I happily give her

Opening the door, I walk into the room, turning the laptop to them

The blanket covers everything it needs to leaving an adorable view of my two babies

I read the comments that are saying how cute they are, how sweet they are, how adorable

It's there, they're adorable

"Bam", I whisper

His eyes open and this time he lifts his head to me

"Come Bam", I call

He does a whiny sound, not moving

"Ok I'm gonna put the computer down so I can try to get him", I whisper to ARMYS

Setting the laptop on the bed, I make my way over to her and Bam

I softly move her arm off him, the shift her head to her pillow, without waking her up

I breathe out in relief she didn't wake up and yell at me

"Come Bam", I say lowly, getting the computer and walking to the door

He doesn't move, staring at me

I sigh

He's so stubborn

"Want treats", I ask, his ears perking up

Of course at the mention of food, I have his full attention

"Come and we'll get treats"

He gets up from the bed and softy jumps off, trotting to me

"Unbelievable", I mutter

He exits the room as I close the door and he follows me to the kitchen where I grab his treats

"He only came for treats", I tell ARMYS, putting the laptop down on the living room

"Come here Bammie"

He jumps up on the couch and I pet him, smiling

I love this dog

He's the best boy, so good even though he's stubborn

I give him a treat then turn back to the vlive

"So I wanna brag about Bam", I say and start talking about my dog baby

---------------------------

I sing along to the karaoke, when I hear the door to the bedroom open

"Bammie", she calls sleepily

I stop singing, pausing the karaoke, glancing at the computer, whispering, "Uh oh. She's awake"

She stumbles into the living room, rubbing her eyes

"What are you doing Kookie?"

"Vlive baby"

"Uh", she grunts, "Where's Bam?"

"He's on the other couch"

She glances over at him, his ears perking up when he sees her

"Why is he here?"

"ARMYS wanted to see him baby"

"You took my Bammie away", she whines

I chuckle softly, "Sorry baby. Are you still sleepy?"

She nods, her eyes closing, swaying on her feet

I don't know when she fell asleep but by the looks of her she hasn't slept long before I went and got Bam

"Bam can go back with you baby"

"Mmm", she says, turning to walk back to the room, "Come Bammie"

Bam jumps up immediately, following right behind her heels

I hear the bedroom door close in a few seconds then I turn back to the computer

"She's so cute when she's sleepy"

"She's not a monster Kookie"

"Look how fast Bam went with her"

"He loves his mom"

I smile at the comments

Joanne is Bam's mom

She's the one who takes care of him the most, especially when I'm working

He's always with her

"You guys caught her on a good day", I laugh, "And yeah Bam loves her a lot. She loves him just as much"

More comments pour in saying how cute that is, that they're bond is adorable and they want her and Bam on the next vlive

I told them I'll talk to her about that when she's fully awake

"So how about a few more songs, then, we could say goodbye"

They agree

Turning to the TV, I press play and hold the microphone up

---------------------------

Going into the bedroom, I find them cuddling again, her soft snores muffled in his fur

"Bammie", I call softly, his eyes opening, "Down Bammie"

Bam yawns, then slowly disentangles from her arm that's wrapped around him, then goes to the foot of our bed, laying down there for now

Getting into be bed next to her, I move closer to her, pushing her hair out of her face

Then gently, I move her into my arms, laying her on my shoulder as I lay on my back

"Hmmm?", she murmurs, her eyes cracking open, "Kookie?"

"Yeah baby. I'm here"

"Mmm sleepy?"

"Yeah baby. I'm gonna nap with you for a little. The vlive tired me out"

"Mmm kay", she whispers

She lifts her head slightly, mushing her lips against mine, giving a barely awake kiss

I appreciate her trying and I kiss her back, then she lays back down on me, her arms moving around the front of my body, her leg going over mine as she cuddles into me

"I love you Jo", I tell her

"Love you...Kook...Koo..K", she trails off, making me smile

I kiss her forehead, holding her tightly, playing with her hair at the same time

She falls asleep in no time

"Bammie", I call, "Come"

Bam gets up and lays down on her other side, his back to hers

Thank god we have a huge bed

Settling down for a short nap, I close my eyes, my two babies I love most in the world with me

[krizaland]

It’s The Thought That Counts Chapter 2

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

First

Here’s the final chapter!

Be warned: there’s yelling, scolding, and bad cooking ahead!

“Let Monkey King use my kitchen?! Have you lost your mind?!” Pigsy roared as he threw his hands in the air.

“C’mon, Pigsy! Monkey King just wants to bake some cookies for Bao Li! He even brought his own ingredients” MK pleaded as he gestured to Wukong.

“No! Why can’t he bake cookies in his own kitchen?!” Pigsy snapped as he folded his arms.

“Because he doesn’t have a kitchen of his own!” MK whined, “C’mon Pigsy! He really wants to impress Bao Li!”

“No! Now stop asking before I-”

“Pretty please? For me?”

MK made the saddest puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Nope! Nuh-uh! That look ain’t gonna work on me again!”

MK’s face only grew sadder as he continued to stare up at Pigsy.

Pigsy sighed and shook his head. MK looking so sad just tugged on his heartstrings.

“Fine. He can use my kitchen. But he better clean up any mess he makes!”

“Yes! Thanks Pigsy!”

And with that, MK led Wukong to Pigsy’s kitchen.

“Alright, kid. These cookies should only take about…mmm thirty minutes or so. That should be enough time for you to convince Bao Li to come over here, right?” Wukong asked casually as he tossed the bag of ingredients onto the counter.

“Don’t worry! I’ll get Bao Li over here in no time!” MK chirped with a twinkle in his eye.

Wasting no time, MK rushed off to Bao Li’s house.

Wukong couldn’t help but grin as he threw on one of Pigsy’s aprons and rummaged through the bag.

“Alright, now I know I have the recipe in here somewhere…Ah Ha! Gotcha!” Wukong chirped as he pulled out a crumpled up sticky note.

He smoothed out the sticky note and stuck it to the counter.

Wukong then returned to the bag and begun pulling out the ingredients.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Pigsy asked skeptically as he watched Wukong unpack.

“Pssh! C’mon it’s just baking cookies! How hard can it be?”

No sooner had Wukong said that-

PAF!

He accidentally knocked over a bag of flour, covering both the counter and himself in a dusty white blanket.

Pigsy groaned and rubbed his temples.

“Whatever. You better clean this mess up when you’re done.”

And with that, Pigsy left the kitchen shaking his head.

“Don’t worry! I’ve totally got this!” Wukong called out as he dusted off some of the flour.

It wasn’t long before the sound of chaos erupted from the kitchen!

Loud banging and clattering along muffled strings of profanities echoed from the kitchen.

Pigsy didn’t even want to think about the disaster brewing in his kitchen.

He tried to distract himself with his closing duties.

However, the smell of something burning made Pigsy lose his last shred of patience.

BAM!

He burst into the kitchen and let out a horrified gasp!

It looked as if a category five hurricane had ravaged the kitchen!

Pots and pans were scattered everywhere and globs of poorly mixed batter painted the walls!

All of the measuring cups and spoons were glued together with clumps of batter that were dripping onto the floor!

Even his fridge wasn’t safe, as it was left wide open and covered in even more batter!

Worst of all, there was Wukong, pulling out what could only be described as a tray of charcoal.

He placed the tray down on the stove and gave Pigsy a sheepish look.

“Ok, so I might’ve burned the cookies just a little bit.”

Pigsy’s face burned bright red as his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY KITCHEN?!”

“Geez, chill out, Pigsy. I told you I was just baking cookies-”

“YOU DESTROYED MY KITCHEN!”

“So I made a tiny bit of a mess, no big deal. I told you I would clean it up and-”

“TINY MESS?! TINY MESS?! ARE YOU BLIND?! IT LOOKS LIKE A HURRICANE WENT THROUGH HERE!”

“Ok so it’s not that tiny but I’m still gonna clean it up. Besides, I still made the cookies! They’re a little burnt but I think they’re still edible-” -Wukong picked up a burnt cookie only for it to crumble into dust.

Steam practically blew out of Pigsy’s ears.

“GET! OUT! GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN BEFORE YOU DESTROY ANYTHING ELSE! YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING DON’T YOU?! FIRST YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR EX AND NOW MY KITCHEN?! WHATS NEXT?! YOU GONNA RUIN THE KID’S LIFE TOO?!”

In that moment, Wukong felt what was left of his heart shatter.

Normally he was used to getting yelled at but Pigsy’s words cut deep.

“YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING DON’T YOU?!”

The words echoed throughout Wukong’s mind as his shoulders sagged.

“You’re right…I do ruin everything. Even when I try to make things right I just end up making everything worse. I’m sorry, Pigsy. I better go before I cause any more trouble…”

A few tears trickled down Wukong’s cheeks as he made his way to leave.

Pigsy’s rage morphed into shock.

He had never seen Wukong cry before.

Pigsy couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt in his heart for what he said.

The poor monkey was just trying to make some cookies. He probably didn’t mean to destroy his kitchen.

With a frustrated huff, Pigsy called out.

“Wait. Look I’m sorry for what I said, alright. I know you probably didn’t mean to cause all this trouble.”

Wukong looked at Pigsy incredulously.

“Really? You’re not mad at me anymore?”

“No. I’m still mad at you but… I do feel kinda bad for what I said,” Pigsy admitted, “So how about you help me clean this place up and…I’ll show you how to properly bake some cookies?”

Wukong’s face perked back up.

“Sounds good to me!”

And with that, Wukong helped Pigsy clean up the kitchen.

Once the kitchen was spotless, Pigsy got straight to work showing Wukong the correct way to make cookies.

It wasn’t long before the smell of burnt cookies was replaced by the smell of freshly baked Ruby Almond Cookies.

“Now we need to let these cool for a bit-” Pigsy put the cookies on the order window- “-In the meantime, I want you to promise me that you’ll never use my kitchen again.”

“Aww! But I had so much fun!”

Pigsy shot Wukong a glare.

“Right. Right. Got it! I promise to never use your kitchen again!” Wukong chuckled nervously.

“Good. Now you better get cleaned up before your ex gets here.” Pigsy instructed.

Wukong didn’t need to be told twice!

He dashed off to get himself cleaned up.

Pigsy sighed as he begun to clean up the kitchen once more.

DING!

The door opened as MK led Bao Li inside.

“Just wait right here! I’ll get your surprise!” MK insisted as he gestured for Bao Li to wait.

MK was about to look for Wukong when he spotted Tang munching on a plate of cookies.

“Hey Mr. Tang! Have you seen Monkey King around here?” MK asked casually.

“No I haven’t but I did discover the greatest cookies ever!” Tang exclaimed with his mouth full, “I had no idea Pigsy even sold cookies.”

“He doesn’t- Wait a minute! Mr Tang, those cookies aren’t-”

“THE RUBY ALMOND COOKIES!”

The sound of Wukong’s outraged cry made Tang nearly jump out of his seat.

“O-oh! I am so sorry, Mr. King! I-I didn’t realize that these cookies were yours! I just-”

“They weren’t for me! They were for Bao Li!” Wukong buried his face in his hands, “There goes another attempt to win her back.”

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear something about Ruby Almond Cookies.”

The sound of Bao Li’s gentle voice made Wukong straighten back up.

“Heeeey Bao Li! What are you… doing here?” Wukong stuttered as he stood in front of Tang.

“MK invited me here. He said there was a surprise for me.” Bao Li stated flatly.

“Right! Right! That’s why you’re here!” Wukong chuckled nervously.

“I’m guessing my surprise is some Ruby Almond Cookies?” Bao Li asked hopefully.

“Ok so promise not to get mad but-”

“I ate the cookies!” Tang cried out.

Bao Li blinked in shock.

“I’m so sorry, Princess! I-I didn’t know those cookies were for you! I thought they were for everyone! Please forgive me!” Tang blubbered as he bowed apologetically.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m not mad at you. Honestly, I actually don’t blame you. Ruby Almond Cookies are the greatest cookies in the world! I would’ve done the same if I were you.” Bao Li giggled as she rubbed the back of her head.

“Oh I totally agree! I’ve never tasted better cookies!” Tang exclaimed cheerfully.

“Right?! They’re simply divine! They make all the trouble of harvesting Ruby Almonds worthwhile- Wait a minute…”

Bao Li looked over at Wukong with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Wukong? Did you go all the way back to my old kingdom just to bring me those cookies?”

“Weeell… I didn’t go to get the cookies. I went to gather the Ruby Almonds to make the cookies.” Wukong confessed sheepishly.

Bao Li’s face flushed a bit.

“Wait…Wukong… Did you bake those cookies yourself?”

“Well, I mean Pigsy helped a little but yeah I did…” Wukong admitted as he rubbed the back of his head.

“You went to all the trouble of baking cookies for me? Wukong! That’s…That’s so sweet! Thank you!” Bao Li beamed as she clasped her hands together.

“I don’t know why you’re thanking me since you didn’t even get to have any. But I appreciate it.” Wukong chuckled nervously.

“Wukong, it doesn’t matter that I didn’t get to have any cookies, it’s the thought that counts. I really appreciate how you took the time to do something sweet for me.”

And with that, Bao Li pulled Wukong into a gentle hug.

Wukong felt his heart flutter in his chest as he immediately returned the hug.

“Thank you for thinking of me.” Bao Li whispered.

“I never stopped thinking about you…” Wukong replied as he held her a just a bit tighter.

The End

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

I’m supposed to be a Hindu but, I don’t think I ever believed in god ? At some point, it just clicked. I was like ‘wait. i don’t believe in gods.’ And I was fine with it for a while but now I’m starting to get scared. What I god actually exists? I don’t believe in it, but I’m starting to get paranoid. My dad is an atheist, so it’s not like I’m scared in that sense. And I probably might be gay ? When I told my mom I know that gay people exist I was expecting yeah ok anyways, but my mom was like ‘Gay people are unnatural!’ When I discovered that gay people existed I didn’t think that there was anything wrong with it? I thought it was just normal. And some years after that , I think a year ago, I had to make a social project with Barbies but I didn’t have a male barbie, so I used a female one, and my sister was like ‘there can’t be two moms!’ And I said ‘maybe there can be one mom and one aunt?’ And mom overheard and she said ‘No!only a mom and dad should raise a child!’ . I still feel weird thinking about that moment. My mom isn’t really abusive or anything, she’s fine compared to other parents in India who eat their children, but she still always reflects her anger on me and my mom and dad fight a lot over the stupidest shit! I’m also over weight, and I’m not really bullied for it or anything, but I’m sort of shamed about it from time to time and I’m so done. I can’t live peacefully since I need to go to school, then immediately tutoring, then bam! The day’s over! Repeat I guess. I know I’m better off than most people, but I feel sick of this stuff sometimes.

Sorry to hear that. It sounds a total cliche, but things really do get better. When you're an adult, you get to set your boundaries, make your own rules and decide for yourself what your life will be like. The important thing is to just get through this part to the other side where you get to be in control of your own life.

There's nothing natural about humans wearing pants, bowing and whispering to statues, nailing each other to planks of wood, virgin births (Jesus, Krishna), traveling faster than 30 miles an hour, or keeping their food in refrigerators. Natural or unnatural is a distraction and beside the point. I mean, isn't her entire belief system based on the supernatural?

If you're having trouble and encountering fear, I think the most helpful thing you can do is figure out exactly what it is you're afraid of. That can help you name it and deal with it and move on. Fears are often hidden underneath a bunch of psychological crap. Silly thinking that you might not even be aware is happening. But once you dig down into it and drag it out into the light, it's often not as sensical or coherent as it seems from within your fear.

There's a tool I heard of call "The 5 Whys," and it's exactly what it sounds like. You start with what you think is going on, and then ask "why?" to that, and then "why?" to that answer, and so on. They say that it takes about five "why?"s to get to the the core issue.

For example, it might look like:

"I'm afraid." "Why?" "What if I'm wrong and there are gods?" "Why?" "They might punish me for eternity" "Why?" "Because I'm gay" "Why?" "Because the scripture says so" "Why?" "Because stupid people wrote it thousands of years ago. Oh. Right."

There's also nothing that says you have to stop at five.

Often, the only thing you can do is make peace with who people are and their limits. And recognize that you can't make your happiness conditional on the approval of other people, especially those who are incapable of giving it.

The reality may be that you might not be able to change or convince your mother. Sometimes we just have to come to terms with that and adapt, remembering that she's a victim of the ideology of her faith too, like a form of religiously acquired Tourette's, psychosis or autism poisoning her mind, or a leash that limits her and prevents her from coming along with you. That's not your fault, nor is it your problem to solve. Be open to the possibility, but don't expect or count on it. You have to live your own life.

My advice is to focus on and plan for the future. What your life can be when you're in charge of it.

[perfectlullabies]

this is going to be a long vent post so if u read it thank u, i am giving u a cookie, buying u a pony and kissing u on the mouth 🌹

my health’s in shambles... i’d spent the entire summer locked up in the house, leaving only to run errands with my mom (mostly ones revolving around my deceased grandparents) and i thought i was dealing with all this quite well so as soon as i moved back into my uni flat i’d started going out and walking and talking and laughing and all that shit and after 10 days i got so sick...cos rly i was totally unprepared to go back to uni and see all the people and talk w them and pretend i’m fine. ok so i wanted to vent properly but i now realize i don’t feel like it anymore lmao i’m so tired and i’ve barely eaten anything since saturday :( and today was the first night i didn’t wake up so sweaty but i had a dream abt my grandma again and then later abt my granddad as well. first i saw my grandma in a tram, she was standing on the other side of it, looking at me. i turned around to look back at her and she nodded and smiled at me as if she was trying to say it’s all alright. then i found myself in my grandparent’s house that was destroyed back in 2017 and some people followed me there and tried to kill me and my dad but we managed to escape through the window

i’ve been in such a dreamlike state for a long time now. and i already missed three days of uni and i’m gonna miss three more and also my entire hospital classes and i have no idea how i’m gonna do all this???????? bro what the fuck. i don’t know and i don’t care. and my mom’s in terrible shape as well...just pretending everything’s alright but god it’s notttttttttttttttttttt i wanna scream

plus what rly did it for me was my last therapy appointment on friday. a disaster. told her i’m gonna come back next friday and then decide if i want to quit for good but i’ve already made that decision. i rly hoped she’d be able to help somehow? i had no idea it’d turn out like this

ALSO there’s a placebo gig on monday in warsaw and????????? i guess i still want to go but will i be able to? i’m gonna try. worst case scenario i’m just gonna get to warsaw and then get back home if i feel sick or something. jesus christ

for my own health’s sake i’m gonna continue being a hermit now bc i don’t think i’m ready to be a Person yet. i’ve gone through so much and i have to remind myself of that bc nobody else cares. i just don’t care abt anything my friends. just wanna mind my own business but idk what my business is lmao anyway anyway anyway * dying sounds * i see a pic of my grandma i go into hysterics bbbkjcfjdkj honestly people stressing abt shit is so amusing to me now...you can go all your life stressing and then bam you’re gone and that’s it and that’s just it !!