#four more hours….I am slowly going insane.

[badolmen]

Happy fiber optic Friday everyone :]

[visionsofmagic]

day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]

࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.” 

he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek. 

he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen. 

“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.

“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.

“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!” 

he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.

“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?” 

his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.

“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.

his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.

shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.

why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.

he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.

holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.

you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.

being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.

you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.

no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.

“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time.  “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”

the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

[chaosandmarigolds]

(Did the poll say happiness and rainbows? Yeah but I’m having fun with my angst so here’s more! :) )

“No I want to see him.”

The officer looked at the man, who looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and she narrows her eyes, “As I had told you, sir, Mister Taylor asked for no visitors unless family. And are you related to Missus Taylor or Oliver?” The question was a mock because she knew the answer.

So, with a bite of a tongue Price relented, “Who’s your supervisor?”

“He’s out of office.”

“Fuckin- course he is. Where’s Riley?”

“Mister Riley is currently in questioning.”

Price frowned, “But you already questioned him.”

The officer shrugged, “Our lead detective thought it best to do a second round.”

“Then I want to speak to your lead detective.”

“You and everyone else, take a ticket.”

-

To say your hands were shaking would be an understatement, you had been sitting in Johnny’s car for a close to an hour and so far you probably lost half your body weight in tears. It seemed unreal, there was no way it was actually reality, after all you had been through. It was just….

You jolt when someone knocks on the glass window, only to see Eliza by the door and you let out breath, quickly getting out of the car and into her arms.

“T-they still have Simon in questioning and-and he’s not answering my calls-“

“I know, John’s taking care of it. Oh honey,” her voice was a bit rasped and she looks you over, “You look like a mess.”

Your chest heaves for air as you ramble to her, telling her about how they took you all to the station at four in the morning and how everything was working against your favor. You both sat on the curb outside, as Johnny’s car was an incubator, her arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders and hands holding the coffee she had gotten you.

“Johnny went-Johnny went to be with Ollie, they…they wouldn’t let me see him.”

Eliza scoffs at that, “Bastards. Keeping a child from his mother.”

—

In hindsight it wasn’t best idea.

However, it did do its job. What job was that? Who knew.

“Uh oh,” Ollie whispered from the other side of the conference table, looking to his biological father (who was currently doubled over while clutching his nose), “You made uncle soap maaad.”

“You fucking bitch!” Caleb practically screamed, “I’ll have your job!”

Johnny stood perfectly still for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure if he had just imagined he punched him or if it was reality and he then snapped into the situation, “Ah please, as i’ you go’ a job tha’s all high n mighty.”

It took about a minute before an officer came back in to check on everything, and thanks to a somewhat threatening stare Caleb had just said he got a bloody nose and everything was alright.

“Oliver, come on. We’re leaving.”

“But I don wanna go.”

With a tug and hoist Oliver was being carried on Caleb’s side, “Didn’t ask we have a flight to catch.”

-

“For the fucking millionth time she had Oliver when I met her.”

“According to these files Oliver was with his father.”

“Bullshit!!!” Simon snipped back, his anger growing with each second. Every file, data bank, Facebook post made it seem like Oliver lived with Caleb until he went ‘missing’ two weeks ago. “Look at the bank statements why would she pay insurance for a child she doesn’t even have?”

The detective sighed, “We did, Mister Riley, she’s not paying for any child’s health insurance.”

This was insane.

“Mister Riley, I am going to ask one final time: did you help Missus Taylor take her son?”

With a glare Simon leaned forward on the table, “Didn’t fucking take him, because he’s ’een here wit us for ‘is entire life.”

-

“Caleb?” You slowly move to stand up as you watch your ex husband carry your son out of the station, and within a millisecond your blood was cold, “Oliver?”

“Mommy!” The boy practically screeched at the sight of you, trying to pry himself away from the man’s grasp, “Mommy I don’t wanna go!”

Before you had the chance to get to the car Caleb was currently putting Oliver into, you were held back.

“Lassie, lassie easy-“

“Johnny let-let me go.”

Johnny, with close to zero effort, turns you to face him, “Leave it. It’s gonna be okay, go’ a plan yeah? Ollie’s gonna be in his bed tonight, promise.”

(Teehee, that’s all for now)

[letsgetrowdy43]

Do first, think later—

Jack Hughes x Reader

Request: Jack’s gf finds out she’s pregnant but Jack doesn’t know how to process it at first. So she felt alone and decided to take a trip back home to Michigan to see family but Jack freaks out and flies out of NJ to see her

She and Jack had their fair share of pregnancy scares over the span of their relationship, no matter how careful they were there was always a chance and a moment of pure fear while staring at the time on their phones as they watched the negative sign slowly appear.

This time though, this time was different.

The symptoms were really strong, nausea was insane, her boobs had grown a cup size, and the food aversions were becoming intense. That's when Jack suggested maybe testing, just to stop the stress from building, fingers crossed that the tiny stick would show the answer they both wanted. But as that second line appeared both Y/n and Jack went down a spiral, her hands covering her mouth to stop the gasp that was bubbling up in her throat.

"Okay, we can-" the tears started as she looked up at her boyfriend who stared at the counter in shock. All of the colours drained from his face as he swallowed thickly, finally looking at her, "I need to go for a walk," he said making a bee-line for the front door. She cried quietly while following him to the door, disbelief filling the empty space between them as he ignored the pleas for him to stay, "Can we at least talk about this before you leave Jack?" "I need to leave, I'll be back," he promised, still not fully looking at her as he slipped on his sneakers and was out the front door.

He didn't return that night, or the next, finally on the third day, she finally got confirmation on where he was. She had called Jack multiple times, then she called Quinn, Ellen, Dawson, John, Jesper, and then finally she called Nico who answered immediately.

"Please tell me he's with you, if he's not I'm filing a missing persons report," she said desperately as he let out a sigh. "Yeah he's here, physically at least, he seems zoned out," Nico frowned as he peaked into the living room at the twenty-two-year-old who was quietly staring out the apartment window. a weight lifted off of her chest as she heard the words, "Okay good, at least he's safe."

"What happened? if you don't mind me asking," he asked, shutting his bedroom door so that Jack couldn't hear their conversation. Tears welled up in her eyes as she sat down on the edge of her and Jack's bed, surrounded by clothes and a suitcase, "I'm pregnant, and we thought it was just a scare, but it wasn't, and then he left." "Oh." "I'm really fucking scared Neeks," she cried as her hands wiped away the smudged mascara from her cheeks, "I'm going home to my parents, I don't want to be alone right now," she tried to find a strong voice but lost as she received the notification with the confirmation of her flight. "You do whatever you need, I'll make sure he's safe, you go and be with your family," he said as she whispered a thank you and hung up to finish her packing.

Within the next twenty-four hours the girl found herself in the Detroit airport, Quinn waited for her in the arrivals, pulling her into a hug as he helped her with her bags and led her to the family van.

"He's gonna come to his senses," Quinn said reassuringly as she cried in the passenger seat, her puffy face hiding in her hands as Quinn ran a hand over her back. "He disappeared when I needed him," she frowned. "Trust me, I am not excusing his actions, I'm so mad at him for doing that to you," livid was more the word he would use to describe it, his brother was a much better man than the one who abandoned his young, pregnant girlfriend, "he's more of a do now, think later kind of guy, you know that, he just needs time, and when he comes back to his senses he's gonna hate himself."

She knew it was true, there was never an action that Jack Hughes made that he didn't immediately cringe after. He lived a life of regret, and this was going to be one of those things in his life that he's gonna look back at and be disgusted at for the rest of his life.

"So are you going home to your parents or mine?" Quinn asked as he looked from the road to her. She frowned and thought for a second before she looked at him, "Probably yours, if you think your mom wouldn't mind, I don't think I can tell my mom and dad yet, not while I'm so panicked," she mumbled as the tears started back up again.

Quinn frowned, trying to think of something to say to take her mind off of his idiotic brother, "So I'm gonna be an uncle? I've always wanted a nephew... a niece would be pretty sweet too" The girl grinned at his dorkiness, "Yeah? I've always thought Jack would be a good girl-dad," she grinned as her hand slid down to touch her stomach, her eyes widened at the realization that she was going to be a mom.

Jack returned to their shared apartment the night she flew back to Michigan, his heartbeat in his ears as he searched the apartment for her, only to be met with an empty closet and a lack of her bubbly presence. He chewed his bottom lip nearly off as he did another search of the house, his head spinning with nerves as he stumbled upon a sticky note stuck to the fridge.

"I'm going home for a bit, please call me when you're home and safe, just need to hear your voice -- Y/n <;3"

His phone started ringing loudly, his shaky hands fishing it out of his pocket as he re-read the note over and over again.

"Hello?" "Why is your girlfriend asleep in your old bedroom, looking like the shell of herself, by herself? So help me Jack if you did something to upset that poor girl I will have your head," Ellen scolded over the phone, his body deflated at the sound of his mother's voice instead of Y/n's.

"I fucked up Mom, like so bad," he started, and so did the tears, "I left her here all alone when she really needed me, and I just walked out," he stated rambling, choking on tears as his breaths grew short. Ellen started to tear up at the sound of her son in such distress, "Honey, I need you to breathe, can you do that for me?" she asked as she heard his cries grow quieter on the other end.

"What did you do? I'm sure you can fix it." "She's pregnant, I'm gonna be a dad," Ellen's jaw dropped as she stood in the silence of the Hughes Lakehouse, looking over to Jim who stared at her with furrowed brows. "I'm gonna give you some advice Honey. You are going to get on a flight as soon as you can and fix this in person," Ellen said as she hung up the phone and left him to deal with the issue of his own.

Jim stared at her with a quirked eyebrow, "we are gonna be grandparents," she grinned as Jim choked on his coffee.

Less than twelve hours later, Jack was on the porch of his family's summer house, his heart beating at a fast pace as he stared at the door, trying to convince himself to open it. He took a deep breath and opened the door to be met with Luke who looked at him with a confused look, "you look like shit dude," he said as Jack rolled his eyed. "Thanks, much appreciated, where's Y/n?" "She's out in the back, she was sitting on the dock," Luke shrugged, unaware of all of the tension floating around the house.

She was exactly where Luke said she would be. Sat prettily at the edge of the dock, watching the sunset on the rippling water, a foot in the lake as she stared away numbly.

He stood at the shore, hands shoved in his pockets as he watched her, staring so peacefully, but looking so small, so unsure of herself. He hated that he did that, just as Quinn had suspected. Jack knew they could do it, they could be parents, but in the heat of the moment he wasn't so sure, and now it was leading to be the biggest regret of his life. Even with their young age, a family was everything he dreamed of, this just happened to be a few years earlier than his original plan.

She looked back at him, tears in her eyes as she ushered him to sit next to her, "Please stop just staring at me, it's making me nervous," she sadly joked as he walked over and sat down on the aged wood right next to her.

He stared at her as she watched the horizon, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she ignored his gaze, "I'm sorry, about it all," he frowned as she blinked away the tears in her eyes. Jack knew he was gonna need to say a lot more but the words were dying on the tip of his tongue as she ignored him some more.

"We are just so young, and the positive showed up and I just blanked and all of sudden I was in Nico's living room with a million missed calls from everyone and I realized that I'm going to be a Dad." The tears started as he reached out for her hand, she pulled away from his grasp, wiping away her own tears. "I came back to reality and realized that I fucking failed you, I've never hated myself more for something in my life, cause you're my person and I left you, and by extension, I left our baby and holy shit I'm the worst ever Y/n," she finally looked at him to see his face red and puffy, her hand reaching out for his now, "I'm so sorry, I don't think I will ever be able to say it enough times to make it right, but I hope you know how much I truly mean it."

The tears that rolled down her cheeks itched as she tried to calm herself down enough to form a coherent sentence, "I'm so mad at you right now." "I know baby," his hand reached out to tuck her bangs out of the way of her tear-stained cheeks. "You disappeared, and I was at home worrying myself ill, I almost called the authorities!" she gave him a very much-deserved scolding, as she curled up into a ball, knees pulled up to her chest as she let out a tired breath, "I can't even be mad at you either cause you were scared!" "No no, be mad, I hurt you" "I can't cause I feel the same way, I don't know how to be a mom, I'm twenty-one," she cried as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her into his chest.

"We are gonna be great parents," he said, cupping her face in his hands as she cried, "You are so kind baby, and our baby is gonna be the most loved baby ever, and we can finally get that house in Hoboken we've been looking into," he started listing off all of the things to look forward to with this baby on the way, "we may be young, but there is no one out there that can be as compassionate and as kind as you, and you're about to be the hottest mom that's ever walked this earth," she blushed a bright red as she leaned into him.

"You're gonna be a good dad too," she said once she calmed down a bit, her lips pressing a short kiss to his shoulder. He grinned as his fingers intertwined with hers, "you think?" "I know you will be," she took his hand and placed it on her stomach, he leaned forward to capture her lips in a slow kiss, a mixture of passion and emergency filled their kisses as her hand wrapped around the back of his neck. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away with a grin, "your boobs grew," he smirked like a horny teenage boy as she rolled her eyes. "You're like a twelve-year-old," she smiled as he nipped at her jaw before pressing a kiss to it. "Suck it up, I'm your baby daddy," she grimaced at the term before he kissed her once again.

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[starlightsreigns]

daddy's home | d. priest

pairing: damian priest x black!oc (maya)

warning: 18+ nsfw! SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, unprotected sex, cnc (ish), minors, dni (please & thank u)

word count: 2125

note: sorry for any errors, wrote this in the middle of the night.

summary: maya misses her man more than anything, and her wish is always his command

5:30 pm - thursday

Maya lays sprawled out on the couch, exhausted from the day of work she had suffered. Her jet-black hair fluffed all over her face, flaring up whenever she took a deep breath. After sulking for a moment, she hoisted herself up to climb the stairs to take a shower. 

The water was warm against her tense muscles. As an ER nurse, she’d work 72 hours on then have the next four days off. She was thankful for the opportunity to wash away all the stress and forget about the responsibilities she’d have first day back at work. For the next 3 days, she planned on sleeping, online shopping, ordering in, watching TV, and masturbating… it was only unfortunate that her boyfriend was on the road, not coming home any time soon.

Being a wrestler who traveled a lot was never an issue for her. Maya understood because being on-call at the hospital made it hard for her to make solid plans or commit to anything. She and Damian just figured it out. They always figured it out. 

After her shower, Maya wrapped a towel around her body, sitting on the edge of her bed to grab her phone. A missed call from Damian was the first thing she saw when the screen lit up – a smile tugged on her lips as she returned the Facetime call. 

“Hi baby,” Maya smiled when the call connected. His hair was pulled back in the neatest ponytail, which drove her crazy. “I wish you were here, papi.” 

“Ah mi amor, I wish I was there with you too.” His deep, rough voice came through the phone. “I’m thinkin’ about you.” 

Maya rests her back against the mattress, holding up the phone so Damian can see her face and her chest as she slowly moves the towel to reveal her breasts. Damian didn’t say anything as he licked his lips at her actions. 

“I don’t think you miss me that much, daddy.” She purrs, teasing her nipples. 

“Cariña,” Damian’s voice is rough and she knows she’s got him exactly where she wants. “You killin’ me right now.” 

Nothing else comes out of her mouth as she lowers the camera to her exposed stomach, caressing the soft skin as she pushes the towel onto the ground. She angled the camera to give him the perfect view of her heat as she propped her legs up on the mattress. 

“God, I wish you were here,” Maya slowly arches her back as her fingers find their way between her now wet folds. “All I can do is think about you.”

 The gasp that leaves her lips is the final nail in Damian’s coffin. Hearing the way the moans fall out of her lips drives him insane. The way her fingers skillfully move keeps him in a trance as he palms himself through his shorts. 

As she reaches her climax, Maya stares up at the ceiling, chest heaving, “come home, daddy.”

It takes a second for Maya to come back down, but when she does, she flips onto her stomach to look at her boyfriend once again. 

“Eres una provocadora, Maya.” He smirks back at his girlfriend. “I can’t wait til I get my hands on you.”

“If you ever make it back home, I guess you will.” She rolls her eyes. 

Damian can sense her annoyance and rightfully so. He quietly watches as she sets up the phone on the dresser. Maya goes through her stuff, throwing on one of his T-shirts and a black thong. She twirls to give him a full view. Her boyfriend cheers making her laugh. 

“Okay baby, I’ll let you go, call me when you wake up in the morning?” 

He hums, “Of course, mi amor, I love you.”

9:30 am - friday

Maya yawned as she walked out of the bathroom, dropping back onto her bed. It was rare that she woke up this early, but her body naturally got her up. Her empty cup of coffee sat beside her and her hair was tied up in a ponytail. Her frustrations were mounting without Damian there. She was never this insatiable, ever, but here she was fighting urges like a teenager all over again. 

“Holy shit,” Maya groaned, flipping over to stick her face into a pillow. 

The pressure between her legs was becoming unbearable. One of her hands finds its way between her folds while she picks up her phone with the other. 

maya: baby, i wish you’d wake me up and fuck me senseless. 

damian: if i could be there mama, i’d do anything for your ass

maya: i’ve gotten myself off three times since yesterday. I can’t keep fucking doing this. 

damian: i’ll make it up to you, baby, i promise.

damian: just know, imma fuck you up when i see you. Only another week.

The knots in Maya’s stomach made it difficult for her to sit on the floor in front of her mirror. The T-shirt she wore the night before was discarded on the bed leaving her with with just the thong. Damian would describe her disheveled look as ethereal. Her black curly hair lay on her shoulders, her breast fully on display, with her right hand rubbing circles on her clit. Maya recorded the moment, throwing her head back in pleasure. Damian. The only word on her lips. She slowly inserted a digit in her soaking cunt, gasping while her eyes shut. Her brown skin was almost iridescent from the sunlight pouring into the room. And the sound of her wetness was both disgusting and indulgent, only causing her to add another finger, pumping in faster as she reached her orgasm. Maya could feel herself start to unravel and the only thing she could say as she came was her boyfriend’s name.

Yet, it wasn’t enough. Maya slumped to the side, groaning at the fact that what she just did was temporary until she would inevitably be horny again in an hour or two. She sends the video to Damian, locking her phone. Her next best option was to take a cold shower and a nap. 

12:15 pm - friday

The house was quiet when Damian unlocked the door. He had to get home when his girl needed him. So, he took a redeye home. Damian tried to remain as quiet as possible, leaving his stuff by the door, and moving towards the bedroom where Maya was asleep. He couldn’t contain his smile at the sight of her. She was sprawled on the bed, on her stomach, wearing nothing but a thong. Her hair covered her shoulders and part of her face. 

Damian shed his coat, leaving it on the ground as he moved towards the bed. Her text from earlier still ringing in his brain, coming to grant her wish. He removed the black T-shirt he was wearing. As he stood at the edge of the bed, Damian ran his hands over her soft skin, starting from her ankle, up her leg, over her perfectly round ass, and to her back. Maya doesn’t shift as her boyfriend caresses her. 

“mi hermosa amor,” He murmurs as he leans down lightly biting one of her ass cheeks. “Pura perfección, mi novia.”

Just staring at his girlfriend made it difficult for Damian to contain himself as his jeans tightened. He took off his jeans, reaching to easily rip her thong. His hand stroked his growing erection, not even knowing where to start with his girlfriend. Damian slowly got onto the bed, caressing the ass that he’s missed so much. To his surprise, she was soaking wet. He groaned to himself as he dragged a finger through the slick making his girlfriend shudder, yet still asleep. One finger slips in, causing Maya to let out the softest moan, Damian watches her face as she was fast asleep and adds another finger. Maya was holding on tightly as he pumped his fingers in out out, completely turned on by the situation. 

Unable to hold off any longer, Damian smacked her ass, positioning himself behind her, his tip dangerously close to her entrance. He hovers over her, pressing a kiss on her shoulder as he pushes into her. Maya’s face was pressed into the pillow, her breathing pick up as Damian bottomed out in her – they were skin to skin and he couldn’t believe he’d almost forgotten how good his girlfriend felt around him. Just the way he was squeezing around his dick was enough to drive him insane. He wanted to milk the moment the way Maya was milking him at that moment. Damian pulled out and then slammed back into her, loving the sound that was created every time their skin came into contact with each other. He couldn’t hold off any longer, the slower pace was driving him insane. 

The pressure building inside Maya and the bed shaking is enough to wake her from her sleep, unable to contain the moan that fell from her lips. Damien chuckled at the confused look on her face, grabbing her by the neck so she can see him. 

“Daddy’s home, mi muñeca,” He growled into her ear as the moans fell out her parted mouth. “Look at you, ain’t this what you wanted, Maya?”

It was impossible to get a word out of her the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head but when Damian tightened the grip around her throat, she had to choke out an answer, “Y-yes daddy.” Maya trembled out. 

“Ass up,” Damien tapped on her ass, letting go of her throat so she can slump down onto the pillow. “Lemme give you what you been beggin’ for.” When her ass comes up, he grips her waist, slamming into her so hard that Maya can’t release a sound, but a whimper.

When his balls hit her clit with all that force, the moan finally frees itself from her throat and she can’t stop it from there. Maya grips the sheets until her knuckles turn white. Her neighbors are probably concerned by the way she couldn’t contain the nose coming out of her mouth. The pleasure created the thickest haze in her brain. 

“You look so fucking good, mama,” Damian groaned, pulling out quickly to flip Maya onto her back then moving her to the edge of the bed. He plows back into her before she can have the chance to whine about the loss of contact. He hooks her legs around her shoulder then leans down to capture her lips with his as he buries himself deep in her cunt. Everything leaves her breathless, unable to conjure up a single thought. The pace is steady, hitting her g-spot like the pro he is, over and over again. 

“Damian,” Maya groans, arching her back as she feels herself begin to unfold. “I’m gonna cum, I can’t–right there–” 

A groan leaves her mouth as he speeds up, cutting off her words, “Go ‘head, muñeca” His voice comes out gruff, not letting up even when her eyes roll back and her body goes numb. Maya could swear her lip was bleeding from how hard she bit on it. Her eyes were open but she couldn’t see anything but a bright light as Damian fucked her until his release, filling her deep. 

Maya, with all the strength she had left, pulled the older man on top of her, connecting their lips. She kisses him as though she hasn’t seen him in years unwilling to let him go. She didn’t realize when she started crying, but her emotions have had a mind of their own recently.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Damian was concerned, running his hand up and down her body wondering if he’d hurt her. 

“I’m just so happy you’re here, love, that’s all.” She murmurs against his neck. When Damian lays beside her, she shifts so she’s sitting on his lap, whining when his tip grazes her heat. “How’d you do it?” 

In their current position, Damian watched as his girlfriend massaged his chest, mindlessly grinding against his dick. Her eyes were locked on his and he was shocked by her insatiability. “I wanted to surprise you, I know we haven’t seen each other in a while and my baby seems a little… hornier than usual.” 

Maya shyly looks down, halting her motion, “I’m sorry if it’s too much, I don’t know where it came from.”

“No, don’t apologize baby, ever,” He lifts her chin to bring back their eye contact. “It’s sexy.” Damian grips her waist, restarting her motions. 

“How long are you home?” Maya questions, feeling his erection.

“All weekend, all for you, as many times as we can.” 

They both smile, falling into round two.

-

truly the most random thing that came to me in the middle of the night. well... until next time :)

[sturniololoco]

Sinceeee you said you needed more requests; I was wondering if you could write a Matt x fem reader. The idea being, y/n isn’t having a good Valentine’s Day just because of life, (her potential period), stress from YouTube and more. And she comes home to find her shared bed covered with Valentine’s Day related gifts. Snacks, plushies, flowers, the whole 9 yards. And it is nothing but cute and fluffy all around (I am severally single and I love the fluffy fics more than anything)

Be My Valentine?

Matt S. x fem reader

Warnings: Kissing, lovey-dovey stuff, fluuuuuuff, etc.

Note: I kinda altered this a bit since I got so many different requests for this one, but I hope you enjoy it!

y/n's POV

Valentine's Day is always supposed to be about showing how much you love and appreciate the friends, family, and potential lovers in your life.

Not working a 15-hour shift at IHOP since one of our waitresses called out. Not to mention I'm on my period, and finding time to change out a tampon while on the clock is harder than you think.

The amount of heart-shaped pancakes with whipped cream and sliced strawberries is insane.

Not to mention the horrible tip job. I've barely made 10 bucks in tips, and I've been here since four o'clock this morning!

-

The rush had finally slowed and I was cleaning the tables, scrubbing fast so I could go put all the dirty silverware in the sink before our next rush.

y/n! Get outta here, your shifts done!" My jackass of a boss yelled at me from his office.

"Finally..." I sighed under my breath, grabbing my purse and keys from the back, then slowly dragging myself to my car.

I practically threw my purse into the passenger's side seat, then climbed in myself. I rested my head against my steering wheel for a solid 5 minutes before starting the car up and backing out of the parking lot.

-

I walked into the house I shared with my boyfriend Matt and his brothers, but for the first time in forever, the house was silent.

I put my keys, purse, and apron on the kitchen island before walking to Matt and I's room, in desperate need of climbing into bed beside my boyfriend.

I rounded the corner and slowly opened the bedroom door so as not to wake Matt.

But what I saw made my jaw drop and my heart flutter.

matt was awake, sitting next to a beautiful display of Valentine's gifts. There was a beautiful bouquet of red and pink roses, a box of chocolates, a card, and a little basket full of different makeup products you've been wishing for.

You felt little tears of joy well up in your eyes as Matt's adorable little voice said,

"Happy Valentine's Day baby!" He held his arms out, displaying his beautiful work to me.

I quickly recovered from my state of shock, running over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck in a bone crushing hug, knocking him back down on the bad.

He chucked as I excidedly sqeeled,

"Thankyouthankyouthank!" I kissed him all over his face, showing how my gratitude was filling my body.

He quicly grabbed my hands and held them, giving them a squeeze.

"So, I have a question." He said, his voice getting serious.

My smile dropped at his tone, but lit back up again as he smiled and said,

"Will you be my Valentine?"

-

Just some cute little fluff for this special day! Happy V-day y'all, I love you!

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[seungrem]

tomie!enhypen (sunghoon) x no pronoun!reader

The Curse of Sunghoon

masterlist ~*+ - part 1 ~*+ - part 2 of ??

summary: It seemed everyone had become lost in their flawed tendencies since the arrival of the new student. His enigmatic spirit and flawless features made him impossible to miss- enchanting students and teachers alike. Uncanny in many ways, the boy’s name was Sunghoon, and for reader, it seemed his presence was nothing other than ill-fated.

( overview: please see warnings. no pronouns mentioned excluding occasional ‘em’s, student!sunghoon & reader & jungwon & heeseung, part 2 but it’s kinda just part 1.5 )

( warnings: mentions of blood, weapons, threats, fighting/physical aggression, death, not gross & not detailed gore, arrests/police, gangs/mob groups, manipulation, and stalkerish/obsessive behavior )

emoji code:

🌿 ( long story/series )

🧸 ( fluff crumbs )

🪐 ( Junji Ito - Tomie AU )

☁️ ( stands for y/n )

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“Your absence has been problematic..”

Rough gusts of wind brushed against ☁️’s skin. The sky was still cloudy from the morning’s rain.

“..Even more than your presence had been. Why’d your curse only now come around?”

Looking over the bridge’s stone guardrail, the student rested heavy arms down. The stream’s water rushed steadily under the structure, though not nearly as harsh as it had been a week prior.

“Why’re you over here sulking? Shouldn’t you be at school?”

☁️ turned to see Heeseung, his mahogany hair floating lightly as he stepped onto the bridge. Approaching ☁️, he stopped a few feet away and leaned against the guardrail as well.

“The school day ended four hours ago. Why’re you here and still in your school uniform?”

“I had a feeling that you’d be here.”

Eyebrows furrowed, ☁️ remained with a forward gaze. “So.. what do you want?”

“Now that Sunghoon’s gone and this place is “problematic” as you say, somebody needs to watch over you.”

“Oh.. I’ll be fine. I know who to look out for.”

“This a lot different than you think it is, ☁️.”

“I need to be alone right now, Heeseung. You can watch me from a distance, can’t you?”

“Well, people are usually dying to be this close to me-“

☁️ looked over to the boy to see a grin slowly growing along his face.

“Oh.. sorry. Too soon..?”

“Leave.”

“Why aren’t you drawn to me? Don’t you think I’m everything you want and more? Am I not handsome?”

“Are you serious?” ☁️ responded in an aggressive tone.

“You can’t reject me.. and I don’t take rejection very well.” Heeseung muttered between gritting teeth. He was shaking, which worried ☁️ slightly. “Wait.. you must still like Sunghoon. It can’t be a me problem..”

“Clearly.. I’m just not in the position to be interested in anyone. Now, I would like to sulk in peace, please.”

Heeseung stopped shaking, and took a deep breath. “Mhm. I’ll see you Monday.”

“I hope not.” ☁️ muttered, earning a scoff from Heeseung as he walked away.

I can’t believe that guy. He’s such a weirdo.. and his ego problems are a lot worse than Sunghoon’s.

Returning a gaze to the trees and flowing stream, ☁️ continued his thoughts out loud.

Now where was I?

After school, ☁️ would go over to the bridge and talk about all that went on throughout the day. Like how rumors of the archery teacher going insane were spread rampant after he didn’t show up to class the entire week. Other students stated that they’ve seen him creeping around on campus, but who knew of that was true. Rika also didn’t show up for the first half of the week. It seemed she hadn’t been sleeping, as she had bags under her eyes and didn’t say a word to anyone. ☁️ recalled that she still only had one bow in her hair. Both her and Hoshino have been on edge, but in contrast to Rika, Hoshino became meaner. As ☁️ would stand on the bridge every evening, one or two of Hoshino’s goons would pass by. It became so frequent that ☁️ would greet them on a first-name basis. On Thursday, accusations against Hoshino came about, with more rumors saying that he was the cause of Sunghoon’s disappearance. That was also the day that the young teacher (whose name ☁️ still didn’t know), confronted ☁️ in private. The teacher explained that he couldn’t remember when or how, but he remembers ☁️ being associated with missing items from his classroom. After pretending not to understand, ☁️ was on borrowed time. It obviously wasn’t good that the teacher’s memories were coming back, and ☁️ could tell that he was thoroughly investigating Sunghoon’s situation, which made the student anxious.

☁️’s trance was broken as footsteps echoed from the left side of the bridge. It was an older man, who looked at ☁️ and nodded.

“Be careful around here. The kids are reporting stories of ghosts.” The man muttered as he passed the student.

“Really? I’ve visited this bridge everyday and haven’t seen anything.” ☁️ responded.

The old man looked over the edge and pointed at the water below. Then, he turned, continuing his trudge down the bridge and onto the dirt path. ☁️ struggled it off.

Today was Friday, and rumors of Rika framing Hoshino for Sunghoon’s disappearance were passed around in ☁️’s first class. Both had been the subjects of much discussion, aside from one of the new students- Jungwon. Hours later, as ☁️ sat alone at lunch, police officers entered the cafeteria. Hoshino was apparently taken into police custody, but released later that day for unknown reasons.

After lunch, ☁️ attended the archery course, expecting to sit around as the students had been doing since Monday. To their surprise, the teacher was back, and extremely disoriented. His short, gray hair basically stood upright, and he stood hunched over with a cane. He, too, had noticeable eyebags and a disturbed expression. The old teacher was silent for a while before asking the students to turn themselves in for the murder of Sunghoon, as he was planning to do. You’ve could’ve guessed that the students, Hoshino especially, didn’t like this request. ☁️ felt the group’s hostility rise as the students shouted and eventually chased the old man out of the gym and into the forested area. For a man with a cane, it seemed he was perfectly capable of moving without it as he bolted out the back doors. ☁️ understood what they might do, and why they would do it- fear, anger, states of craze or madness, desensitization. ☁️ didn’t participate this time, and instead watched everyone run out of the room, with four or five students having been left behind. One student asked if they were actually going to turn themselves in, which everyone agreed not to.

☁️ heard that Rika had skipped this archery class to target the young teacher. She seemed to mistakenly think that the man was framing her, and he was the reason she was being accused of Hoshino’s arrest. ☁️ recalled Sunghoon’s interaction with Rika the week prior, when he was still alive. He handed Rika a bag full of papers and files, and then she was on her way. Sunghoon had never clarified what his scheme consisted of, and part of ☁️ wish that he had. From what ☁️ heard from teachers’ gossip, the young teacher had a few stab wounds but was still alive.

☁️ flinched at the sound of footsteps once again. It was Hoshino- who looked as if he was ready to fall asleep standing up.

“☁️.”

☁️ took a step back.. expecting the worst. “Y-yes?”

“Have you seen Smiley? It’s been hours since he’s came through here.”

Smiley was one of Hoshino’s goons who ☁️ saw regularly, and earlier today, ☁️ walked from the school to the bridge with him. ☁️ remembered waving goodbye before Smily walked deeper into the forested area. Ironically, Smiley wasn’t very amiable- or smiley. He was nice to ☁️, though, thus the two interacted often.

“Yes, but it’s been a while since he walked down that path. I haven’t seen him walk back.”

“Shit.” Hoshino muttered as he hurried past ☁️ across the bridge.

“Let me come with you. It’s getting dark.” ☁️ blurted out impulsively. Hoshino appeared confused, but nodded hesitantly in agreement.

The two walked side by side off of the dirt path and into the forest.

“Where are we going?” ☁️ asked, looking around.

“To where we.. scattered.. Sunghoon.”

☁️ exhaled.

“Sorry. How have you been holding up?”

Baffled, ☁️ looked over to Hoshino. “I’ve been okay. I have my thoughts, but I’m sure you have yours, too.”

Hoshino nodded.

“Can I ask you a question, though?” ☁️ continued.

Hoshino nodded again. The sky was fading into an orange hue as the two walked.

“What happened today? How’d you end up in police custody, and how’d you get out?”

“I don’t know who said what, but that crazy bitch Rika was how I got out. One of my guys caught her burning clothes and documents in this forest yesterday. She wasn’t burning evidence for me, though. She was doing it for herself. I don’t think she anticipated sparing me. I’m confused about it all myself. I don’t know what she’s doing- I don’t know anything. It’s really pissing me off.”

☁️ raised an eyebrow. Hoshino had eyes and ears everywhere, so to hear that he was clueless was scary in itself. ☁️ still didn’t understand how he ended up becoming accused, though. The two stopped upon seeing a body lying on the floor in the distance.

“That’s gotta be Smiley.” Hoshino ran over to the body with ☁️ close behind. “Shit, shit, shit. That’s him.”

☁️ leaned down to feel the boy’s pulse. Placing two fingers under his jawline, ☁️ felt Smiley’s cold skin touch his own.

“He’s dead, Hoshino. What happened?”

“It’s getting dark, I’ll take you home.”

-

“I really wish we met under better circumstances. I’m sorry for putting you through all this.” Hoshino shook his head, and then ran a hand through his fluffy black hair.

“Don’t worry about me. What happened to Smiley?”

“I think- no, I know it’s the old teacher. Everybody’s been saying that he’s been lurking in the woods since what happened last week. It only makes sense.”

“How’s that old man gonna take Smiley out, though? I thought you guys took care of him when you chased him.”

“The others beat him pretty bad. I didn’t think anything of it.. He’s unpredictable right now.”

“An old person said that there were ghosts in the area. Maybe that has some correlation?”

“You haven’t seen what’s under the bridge yet?”

With a head tilted to the side, ☁️ squinted.

“What do you mean?”

“Make sure you have no plans tomorrow. I’ll pick you up here.”

☁️ remained silent and nodded.

“Are you okay being here alone tonight? If you need me to, I can stay.” Avoiding eye contact, Hoshino gestured to ☁️’s home- which they stood right in front of. It was a tiny apartment complex ☁️ was renting out while attending school in the countryside.

“I have someone watching over me, so I’ll be okay. But.. are you gonna be okay? You don’t look good. At all.”

“It’s been a rough week... I never wanted any of this.”

“I know. But it’s still going to be here tomorrow. Go home and get some rest.”

Hoshino nodded. “Does twelve-thirty work?”

☁️ sighed and nodded.

“Have a goodnight.” Hoshino muttered before turning around and walking home in the darkness. ☁️ waited until Hoshino was out of sight to turn around.

Walking to the front door, ☁️ heard a familiar voice whisper out. Heeseung was nearby.

“☁️~”

☁️ carefully turned around and walked back over to the sidewalk, where Heeseung now stood.

“How do you know where I live?”

“I watch over you, remember?”

“Right.. what do you want?”

“I’m going to join you two tomorrow. Also, no more of this walking through the forest when it’s nighttime. Not with everything going on.”

☁️ nodded. “I’ll see you at twelve-thirty.”

“Who’s this?” Hoshino muttered, pointing to the tall boy waving from across the stream. Another boy accompanied him, though ☁️ very faintly recognized him.

“His name is Heeseung. I don’t know who the other guy is.”

“Why’s he wearing a school uniform on a Saturday?”

“I don’t know. It’s kinda his thing.”

The two approached Hoshino and ☁️ with flashy smiles.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Heeseung nodded to ☁️ and then looked at Hoshino. “This is my friend Jungwon. He’ll be joining us today.”

“Uh, I’m sorry?” Hoshino grimaced. “What do you mean “joining us?” Neither of you were invited.”

“Now, now. Let’s not get worked up. We’re all here for the same thing.” Jungwon spoke, rather irregularly. His tone was crisp and elegant, as if he wasn’t from this century. Unlike Heeseung, he wore normal clothing- a black hoodie and grey corduroy straight pants.

“What.. thing?” ☁️ asked, raising an eyebrow.

Heeseung gestured to Hoshino, who walked off of the bridge and down the tiny hill in which its side stood exposed- it was where ☁️ had left Sunghoon’s organs. The stream’s water continued its pace as ☁️ shuffled behind the others. ☁️’s stomach dropped upon seeing a skeletal structure growing from the stone abutment. Short pieces of skin draped off each bone and fluttered in the wind as if it were cloth. The body’s brain could be seen through the eye sockets, and the ribcage pierced through the heart. There were no legs, and the pelvis bones seemed to grow straight out of the stone structure. Whatever it was, it still had parts of organs and muscle along the body.

Feeling queasy, ☁️ sat on the ground and looked away.

“What the fuck is that.”

“The ghost everyone has been talking about.” Hoshino replied, sitting next down beside ‘em.

“This is where you left Sunghoon’s heart. Is it not?” Heeseung asked, looked down at ☁️.

“Yes… Is this him?” ☁️ asked, feeling even more sick.

“Somewhat. Do you know what he is?” Jungwon replied. Heeseung shot the boy beside him a concerned look.

“What do you mean?” Hoshino asked.

“It’s okay. I need to speak with Heeseung.” Jungwon replied, walking back up to the bridge’s path with Heeseung following behind him.

“How long have you known about this?” ☁️ looked over to Hoshino.

“A few days. I didn’t know it was of Sunghoon’s body parts, though. Only weird ass person would do some shit like this… I still think it’s that teacher.”

“If those two know about this, do you think they could help us figure out what happened to Smiley?” ☁️ whispered, pointing at the bridge above.

“They know. Heeseung.. brought Smiley back to life. I don’t know how, but that guy said he saved Smiley’s life the night that we found him. He’s recovering at home.”

“Oh, that’s great.” ☁️ sighed, relieved. Quickly glancing at the ghostly figure in front of the two, the student wrapped an arm around the knee. “Why are his organs in such good condition after a week? His heart is still.. beating. There’s no blood pumping through it.”

“I don’t know. This is really weird, though.”

Hoshino muttered before ☁️ nodded in agreement. “Let’s get outta here.”

Hoshino stood up first, him then helping ☁️ up. It was then that ☁️ noticed the scar along the side of Hoshino’s face- it stretched from his left ear to the end of his eyebrow. The two made their way to where Heeseung and Jungwon stood, them seemingly bickering.

“Everything okay?” Hoshino interrupted before they turned their attention to ☁️.

“Yes. That’s all I’ve needed. I’ll see you two in class.” Jungwon nodded to Hoshino and ☁️, and then turned around after glancing at Heeseung.

“Ready to head home?” Heeseung smiled, motioning ☁️ forward.

“Actually, I was going to take ☁️ home.” Hoshino responded, looking from ☁️ to Heeseung.

“There’s no need if I’m around. We should get going. It’s not safe around here-“ Heeseung took a step forward and lightly grasped ☁️’s arm, leading the student away from Hoshino. ☁️ turned around to face the boy.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” ☁️ called out, attempting a smile before practically being dragged by Heeseung.

“Yeah. Right.” ☁️ heard Hoshino mutter.

“I didn’t know that you were off of the market.” Hoshino teased after catching up to ☁️. The two walked to school under the trees’ pink archway- them only four or five blocks away.

“What do you mean?” ☁️ responded, half surprised to see the boy next to him.

“Heeseung… You know, you could’ve just told me.”

“We’re not dating.”

“Does he know that?”

“I think so.”

The walk was quiet for a minute before Hoshino cleared his throat.

“So..” He began. “I told you that I owe you for what happened. You need anything?”

☁️ sighed. “I.. don’t need anything. But, I do think it’s a good idea for you to lay low for a while.”

“Right...”

“As in keep to yourself. Don’t talk to teachers or other students. And don’t pick on other people.”

“I don’t pick on other people.”

☁️ looked over at Hoshino with rolled eyes.

“I just need to keep everyone in line.”

“Just a suggestion.”

“And I’ll take your suggestion seriously.”

☁️ looked over to Hoshino again.

“I never see you talk to anybody like this. Not even your goons..”

“And you’re going to ask why I’m talking to you, right?”

☁️ nodded.

“Well, I’m not sure. You have such a genuineness to you. You’re always so.. calm and composed and grounded. It’s intriguing.”

Unsure of the compliment, ☁️ nodded.

“You probably just haven’t spent much time around me, in honesty.”

“Well, I’ve been trying. Your friends seem to plot against me, though.”

☁️ nodded again, seeming to grasp what Hoshino was trying to say.

“I don’t need more rumors, so I’ll see you later.” Hoshino whispered, him then walking away from ☁️ as the two approached the campus.

☁️ walked into the building to find there wasn’t much traffic in the hallways. Checking the time, the student had a few seconds to get to class.

“Shit.”

-

The teacher walked into the classroom later than she usually had- a few minutes after the bell had rung. ☁️ slouched against the wall, awaiting her usual spiel. As she opened her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by the sliding door’s abrupt opening. Jungwon walked in with straight shoulders and a pair of clear-framed glasses. He turned his attention to ☁️, and then to the teacher as he ran a hand through his straight, black hair.

“Hello, I believe my schedule has been changed.”

“Oh right, please come and introduce yourself.”

“Hello, everyone. I’m Jungwon. I just moved here earlier this week.” Jungwon’s voice was much more bubbly than ☁️ remembered.

“Very nice to have you join us. You can choose any seat that isn’t currently taken.” The teacher responded, with an obvious uninterested tone.

Jungwon scanned the room, eventually locking eyes with ☁️. He walked over to the empty seat beside ☁️, the one Sunghoon used to sit in, and gently placed himself in it. The teacher opened her mouth to speak again, but the sliding door slammed open once more. This time, Sunghoon walked in. He looked as he usually did- black hair neat while still swaying as he moved, shoulders straight, and skin fair and flawless. The only difference were the sunglasses he wore on the tip of his nose. Upon his entrance, the entirety of the class had a reaction.

“Su-Sunghoon?” The teacher asked after freezing in place. She shook slightly, eyes locked on the boy before falling to the ground. ☁️ gasped and held a hand over the mouth at the sight of him. A student in the back of the classroom threw up beside their desk. It seemed everyone else was wide-eyed or frozen in place. Sunghoon smiled at the students’ response and approached Jungwon.

“I’d like my seat back.” Sunghoon teased, his eyes (despite them being blocking by the sunglasses) seeming to pierce through Jungwon.

“This one’s taken. There’s another over there.” Jungwon replied with a far different tone, his eyes not leaving Sunghoon’s.

“Then why don’t you go sit in it?” Sunghoon instructed, gripping Jungwon’s shoulder as he spoke. Jungwon smiled- probably out of anger, and nodded slowly while pursing his lips. He reluctantly stood up and threw his bag around his shoulder, walking to the other side of the classroom and sitting in an empty seat. The class then sat in silence, aside from the one student who began crying softly as the teacher remained on the ground.

-

Sitting across from Sunghoon and beside Jungwon, ☁️‘s stomach was left in the first classroom. The cafeteria wasn’t nearly as loud as it would be any other day, and ☁️ couldn’t eat anything. ☁️ also couldn’t tell if Sunghoon was staring at ‘em, or if it was just the sunglasses. Eventually, Sunghoon broke silence between the three.

“So, ☁️.”

☁️ froze, slowly raising his gaze from the table to Sunghoon’s face.

“I heard that the old archery teacher was still stalking students on campus. Is that true?”

A lump in ☁️’s throat, the student struggled to get words out. “I’m not sure..”

“So he hasn’t overstepped his bounds with you?”

“I haven’t actually seen him.. I’m not sure if that rumor is true.”

Sunghoon nodded after licking his lips.

“So, Jungwon.” He continued, though his next words were nothing less than pure audacity and snide. “What’re you doing here?”

Jungwon slammed his fists onto the table and slowly looked at Sunghoon.

“Well, you see. There’s this thing that continuously causes problems in this specific area. I have to make sure that every problem is resolved before I can finally get rid of that thing. Sound familiar?”

“I truly wish you the best of luck with that. You’ll really need it.”

If ☁️ didn’t know any better, ☁️ would say that they were threatening each other. Deciding it was best not to get involved, the student remained silent for the rest of the period.

As the three stood from their table upon hearing their bell, Sunghoon motioned ☁️ to follow him.

“I have to pay someone another visit.”

Despite wanting to say no, and wanting to stay away from the dead boy standing in front of him, ☁️ was too scared to oppose.

The two walked side by side away from the crowd of other students, down a separate hallway and then up a staircase. Eventually, Sunghoon and ☁️ stood outside of a classroom. After knocking lightly, Sunghoon swung the door open. The lights were off and a small lamp on the teacher’s desk was on, illuminating a corner of the dim room. ☁️ recognized the young teacher- though today, he had bandages wrapped around his neck and arms. The sleeves of his white button up were rolled up above his elbows, displaying the white wraps. He seemed to be talking to another woman, presumably another teacher.

“Could you excuse us, please?” Sunghoon asked, stepping inside of the room.

“Oh, h-hello.”

“Do you have a moment?”

“Sure..” The two teachers glanced at each other, the man clearing his throat shortly after. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind conversing in front of another teacher, right?”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “I do mind. We need to speak in private, Mr. Achigai.”

Exhaling, Mr. Achigai pursued his lips and nodded, signaling the woman to leave the room.

“☁️, why don’t you keep her some company?” Sunghoon looked over his shoulder, his eyes directing ☁️ out of the room as well. The student nodded and stepped out after the teacher, sliding the door shut. ☁️ eventually turned to the woman- who seemed to be middle aged. The two looked at each other for a few seconds before the woman cleared her throat.

“Have you heard the rumors surrounding that boy in there? About why he was missing?” She whispered, it almost sounding like a croak. ☁️ nodded.

“A boy doesn’t just come back to life after getting killed. You should be really careful around him.”

☁️ grimaced at her words, whispering back, “How do you know that he died?”

“When the kids talk, the staff hears about it. An accidental death in the gym isn’t something that can be covered up.”

☁️ took a few second to ponder. “If you knew about it, why hasn’t anybody reported it?”

The woman looked around. “It isn’t in our authority. We can’t just accuse an entire class, and with no evidence but what others are saying.” She paused, looking at the closed door beside the two of them. “We got lucky when someone was able to get the ringleader “arrested,” but something weird happened.”

“It was a lack of evidence, right?” ☁️ interrupted.

“Well, technically. Mr. Achigai knew a student stole some personal documents from him a week or two ago. He thinks that this student was trying to plant evidence on that ringleader, which led to the arrest.”

“And did he mention who did this to him..” Pointing to the neck and arms, ☁️ awaited a response.

“I’m sorry, it’d be inappropriate for me to name names.. but-“

“Rika, right?”

The teacher looked around and shook her head. “I’ve already told you too much.. and you’re a student. Our classes are coming back soon and I need to-”

“Wait, wait.” Holding a hand up to stop the teacher from leaving, ☁️ continued. “Rika was caught burning paper and clothes in the woods. She was trying to remove herself from the situation she was put in, but saved the ringleader in the process.”

“What situation?”

The door was abruptly swung open, and Sunghoon gazed expectantly at ☁️ and the teacher.

“Excuse the intrusion.” Sunghoon said as he faced the woman. The woman nodded, stepping aside to let Sunghoon walk out of the classroom. ☁️ turned around to see Mr. Achigai leaning against his desk, arms folded. Sunghoon motioned ☁️ to walk beside him as the woman slipped back into the classroom. As she did, her eyes met ☁️'s in a silent exchange, the two conveying a message to the other: "Use this information wisely." ☁️ caught up to Sunghoon as a bell rung.

“What did you and Mr…”

“Achigai.”

“..Mr. Achigai talk about?” ☁️ looked up at Sunghoon as students began walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. The crowd split into two as they passed ☁️ and Sunghoon, the two receiving nervous glances as they moved.

“I asked him if he knew the whereabouts of the archery teacher. I also asked if he was aware of what he was doing.”

“What’s he doing?”

Sunghoon didn’t answer until they reached the stairwell, and all of the children had passed.

“Killing students in the forest. Collecting body parts. Following me wherever I go.”

“Hoshino was right, then.”

“Speaking of. What’s your relationship with him? Seems you two have gotten awfully close.” Sunghoon looked over at ☁️ with an expressionless glare.

“I wouldn’t consider him a friend.. more of an acquaintance. Seems I’m on his good side.”

“Yeah, well. He’s not on mine.” Sunghoon mumbled as he began descending the stairs.

“Hey, Sunghoon.” ☁️ called out, making the boy stop in his tracks. He turned around, and locked eyes with ☁️. “Are we going to talk about.. you. And why you’re here?”

“I’m a gift, and you’re luck enough to have received me twice. Lucky you!” Sunghoon laughed manically as he began walking into the hallway. ☁️ flew down the steps and jogged to catch up to him, but he was nowhere to be found.

-

“Sunghoon!”

☁️ lightly jogged to catch Sunghoon down the school’s stone driveway. The boy looked over his shoulder and began walking a bit slower, allowing ☁️ to catch up.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you since you disappeared.”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot that I agreed to meet someone around that time.”

☁️ nodded.

“Ready to talk now?” Sunghoon turned his head to face ☁️, an eyebrow raised.

“Mhm.”

Stepping onto pink petals scattered across the stone beneath them, Sunghoon and ☁️ entered the cherry blossom archway- reviving their daily routine.

“Last week, Rika told us that she was following us home. The wind blew one of the bows in her hair over to our direction, and I picked it up before she could retrieve it. Later that week, I left the bow in Mr. Achigai’s room so that he suspected her of stealing from him. From what we’ve both gathered, my plan was successful. Only one person wears those bows daily, so I knew that Mr. Achigai would figure it out. I told Rika to plant the documents on Hoshino somehow, and I’m sure she would have if I didn’t get impaled by arrows. From what you’ve told me, I think she got scared, and decided to discard everything.”

“I didn’t tell you that..” ☁️ faltered.

“I’ll get to that. But last week, on my phone, I had a message to the local authorities scheduled to be sent. It was targeting Hoshino, and with the planted evidence, and the information I was providing them, he would’ve been taken care of. He’d be in despair instead of having his blood shed.”

“That’s.. a lot.”

“I thought you’d be proud of me for doing such an ethical thing.”

“I am.. but can you get to how you’re here right now?” ☁️ huffed, still curious and confused.

“All that glitters is not gold, but perhaps it’s diamond. Think of me as the diamond.“

“I’m.. still not following.”

“I won’t say anything more, but I will say that I heard everything. When I was gone and you stood on the bridge. I heard it all. That’s the only reason I can actually relay this information to you.”

“So that ghost skeleton was actually you?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t have ears when I spoke, though. And I’m still confused.”

“You’re going to be, and that’s okay. I’m back now. That’s all you have to worry about.”

The two remained silent for a moment.

“Oh, I recall hearing that you’ve met Heeseung and Jungwon, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, you’re not allowed to be near them anymore. No matter the situation.”

☁️ stopped walking with furrowed eyebrows. “What? Why?”

“They’re not normal, and they’re not friendly.” Sunghoon explained, stopping as well.

“Heeseung said he watched over me while you were gone. How’s that not friendly?”

“He only did so because you didn’t pay him mind. Also because he knew I was coming back, and if anything happened to you, then there’d be a lot for him to clean up. Jungwon isn’t friendly, no matter how bubbly his voice or how much he smiles.”

☁️ nodded, and the two continued their stroll.

“So you three know each other? Where from?”

“We’re pretty much brothers. Not literally but figuratively and.. biologically.”

“I think that statement is a bit conflicting..” ☁️ mumbled.

“All you have to know is that they’re not nice. They’re biologically not capable of sympathy or compassion. You cannot be near them.”

“So are you capable of that?”

“I’m not sure.”

“So why can I be near you and not them?”

“Because you’re apart of my purpose, now. I moved here to see what would happen. And then I met you.”

“Oh..” ☁️ sighed with rolled eyes. The two began walking again. “.. And why am I apart of your purpose?”

“Well, you’re the first person who hasn’t fallen for me upon my pursuit. You can’t be manipulated or forced to do anything you don’t want to. It’s intriguing. And I want to know why.”

“That’s how it normally goes.. you can’t force-“

“That’s not what I mean. It’s okay, you won’t understand. You’ll know one day. Or you won’t.”

The two remained silent again as ☁️’s turn came about, causing the duo to slow down to a halt. The student turned to face Sunghoon, but heard the nearby bushes rustling. Noticing ☁️’s change in gaze, Sunghoon quickly turned around and scanned the area.

“I’m taking you home.”

-

“I’m also spending the night.”

“Who said you could?”

“I have a stalker now. That means you have a stalker, too. It’ll be taken care of soon, though.”

“The way you talk is so insane.. and scary.”

With pajamas on, ☁️ walked over from the bathroom to the bed and sat down. Sunghoon pulled the curtains shut as the sky became darker.

“I’m simply being honest. It’s not like anything would happen to you, though.” Sunghoon stated, pointing to himself as a way to say “I’m right here!”

“Right..” ☁️ nodded. “I have a couch you can sleep on. I’ll give you one of my pillows and blankets, too.”

“I’ll take the bed, actually.”

“Um.. no? Go over to the living room. I’ll bring the stuff out.”

“Either I sleep in the bed or we both sleep in the bed.”

☁️ stared at Sunghoon, who was unwaveringly dead set on sleeping on the bed. Sunghoon walked over to where ☁️ sat and crossed his arms.

“Fine dead boy, it’s all yours.”

“The point was to get you to lay down with me.”

Grabbing a blanket and pillow from the bed, ☁️ walked past Sunghoon.

“I know. Have a good night.”

BONUS:

☁️ awoke to being lifted from the couch bridal style. With the blanket still wrapped around ‘em, ☁️ rubbed the eyes and opened them to see Sunghoon.

“What’re you doing?” ☁️ mumbled.

“Taking you to your bed.” Sunghoon whispered back as he softly laid ☁️ onto the bed and draped the covers over ‘em. “Goodnight.”

a/n: 2 months late don’t kill me pls :,)

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Are you excited?" Shannon's mom asked her.

Shannon rolled her eyes. "No.... Of course not."

"Don't lie now, let me see that cock, darling."

"Mom.... Come on."

"Don't whine, let me see what a little liar you're being."

"I can't help it...." she complained, spreading her legs. Her previously tiny, two-inch cock was now eight inches, rock hard, super swollen, pushing out her panties. "There. Happy?"

"Oh it's so gorgeous! Look at how big that thing's gotten. Have they started you on testosterone yet?"

"Mom! I'm not going on T....."

"Of course you will, darling. Trust me, you can't avoid it forever."

"You're probably right..... Fuckkkk..... I'm so hard....."

"So masturbate, darling. Your next shoot isn't for another hour, you'll be hard as can be by then. Trust me! I'm so happy you actually decided to do this! You look like you're having so much fun doing these shoots and videos. I've never seen you smile so much!"

"It's called acting, mom. Well, OK, it is fun doing porn. I'm really happy you and dad talked me into giving it a try, but all these expectations are such a hassle."

"Well, we saw those huge udders you started growing and thought you weren't really into the whole school thing anyway. Porn is a much better fit for a girl like you. And the market is soooo hot for trans girls right now!"

Shannon rubbed her uncomfortably big bulge, biting her lip. It felt divine to touch. "I'm lucky I started transitioning when I did. But.... it feels weird that I'm being asked to undo all of that. Like I'm sooo happy you guys got me into this industry, and I'm having a ton of fun, but going through guy puberty is really awkward. I'm already shaving like twice a day, and my voice is cracking during shoots."

"That's what consumers want, darling! Your agent said it, and all the directors and actresses, well, mostly now 'actors', I talked to said the same thing. Guys love seeing trans girls go through male puberty or completely detrans. I dunno, something about seeing a pretty girl with big tits having to become a guy, all the while trying and slowly failing to look like a girl, it gets them off."

"Ew, when you say it that way it sounds gross. But I guess it makes sense. I've only been off estrogen four months and my body is totally sprinting through male puberty like crazy! I feel so fucking horny all the time; I'm cumming insanely hard, too! I'm getting thick body hair already, even my boobs are getting hair on them..... It's so embarrassing, I can't believe guys like seeing this. Keeping up with shaving is almost impossible."

"So you should stop. Like you said, guys love seeing you girls having to go through this and lose all your feminine qualities. It is fun seeing you go from a confident, sexy, curvy girl to a weak, submissive, feminine boy."

"Mom!" Shannon coughed, her voice cracked. She subtly rolled her eyes and played with her cock through her panties. "I'm not becoming a boy...."

"You say that, but you sure are going to town on that thing."

Shannon blushed, giving up trying to hide it. She took out her cock, jerking off, her oversized breasts bouncing and jiggling with each pump. "OK, whatever. So I am going through male puberty. No more estrogen for me. But I'm not, like, going on T and steroids. Or getting my boobs removed. ..... Right?"

"Well, your agent and I have been discussing it, since your detransition is going so well."

Shannon pumped her cock harder. "B-But I'm not detransitioning, mom! I'm just going off my hrt to do porn cause that's what guys want out of trans girls. A bigger cock, the deeper voice, maybe some facial hair peeking through our concealer.... just cute stuff like that!"

"Boy, you sure are in denial, sweetie. You're already going through male puberty. Of course you're gonna go all the way for your porno career. Why wouldn't you?"

"All the way? What have you guys been talking about?"

"Well, see, your next scene is gonna start with you trying to work out in a gym. Some guys will see your bulge through your shorts and..... I wanted it to be a surprise, but you'll be getting your first shot of T! The actors are going to give you a big dose, possibly right into that growing cock of yours..... Then maybe a steroid shot....."

Shannon wanted to fake outrage, but instead found herself pumping way harder. "Mom....! I--I.....! FUCK! Oh! Mmmmmm......!" Shannon came, shooting ten loads of thick cum across the floor, trembling as she held her cock, which stiffened up again in seconds.

"My, my, look at all that stamina! Such a stud, my son is starting to become! Aren't you excited to finally be a boy?"

Shannon bit her lips, nodding, pumping her cock slowly.

"Good boy. You keep playing with yourself and take extra big shots of T, and all the steroids your agent wants, OK?"

"I will.... mom. I'll miss being a girl."

"I know you will, you were having so much fun being beautiful and having huge fat tits like that. But those will have to go, too, in good time. Such a pity, so many girls would kill to have breasts that big and sexy. But you're a boy, darling.... so they've got to go."

Shannon blushed again. "Mmmmm, please let me keep them a while longer? Men can make fun of them.... abuse them, I can do bdsm vids centered around my boy tits! Humiliating me for having ever grown such silly, girly things....."

"Oooo, I like that. OK, you get to keep them a little while longer. But don't get too cozy, dear. Lord knows I spoil you enough, just look at you! Trans girls are such little princesses..... It's about time I see how well you take a little punishment. And when I say those boobs are done getting pulverized, I'll finally pay to have them done away with, the silly things that they are....."

"Thank you, mom..... You know just how to make a boy like me happy...."

[trohpi]

@regulily-microfic • july 7: stay • 860 words

cross-posted on ao3

Lily is exhausted. Honestly, she’s been exhausted since the seminar she attended a few hours ago. The only thing that’s kept her going is Regulus’ texts, and right now all she wants is to collapse into bed with him and take a long, long nap.

Unfortunately, naps are rather hard to come by when you have a four year old at home.

The door shuts behind her with a quiet snick, and she immediately has to sidestep a toy. The living room is empty save for the mess on the floor. Lily doesn’t bother attempting to clean it, knowing the clutter would be back within the hour.

There’s the sound of laughter echoing from down the hall, followed closely by a little voice giggling, “Stop it, daddy! Stay!”

There’s an answering chuckle, deep and clear, and Lily feels her heart flutter. She toes off her shoes and abandons them in the entryway, knowing her husband will huff about Lily’s neglect of the shoe rack but finding herself uncaring. No, right now, the only thing she wants is to be with her family.

Lily slips down the hall and discreetly pokes her head in their daughter’s room. Her presence goes unnoticed by the other two occupants, who are seemingly rather wrapped up in something.

Regulus sits cross-legged on the plush pink rug, an obscene amount of Lily’s makeup and nail polish strewn by his feet. His face is absolutely covered in glitter, cheeks blush pink and eyelids bright blue. There’s mascara smeared around his eyes and cheeks, some even on his forehead. He’s wearing nail polish as well, though almost none of it is on his actual nails.

Regulus looks insane. Lily has never loved him more.

A shock of strawberry blonde pops up from the makeup pile, a tube of lipstick in her hand. She giggles again as she fumbles with little fingers to twist it open, a bright purple tube that Lily doesn’t even remember buying.

“Now do this, daddy,” Celandine says, puckering her lips. Regulus follows her example and she smiles with satisfaction, gappy teeth on display. She furrows her brow into a faux-stern look, one she got from her father, and says, “Now stay.”

“Yes, Madam,” Regulus says teasingly.

Lily watches as her daughter messily smears lipstick on her husband’s lips, biting her own to stifle a chuckle. The sight is amusing as much as it is endearing. Regulus gets a glint in his eyes before he jumps forward, miming biting the lipstick. Celandine shrieks with laughter as she stumbles back.

“No, daddy! I said stay,” she cackles.

“She’s right,” Lily pipes up from the doorway, watching as two heads whip up, wide-eyed. There’s only a second before Celandine is leaping at her.

“Mama!” she shouts in delight, clinging to her legs. “You’re home!”

“I am, mo stór,” she says, scooping Celandine up with a small grunt before she settles her on her hip.

“I was making daddy pretty,” she states matter-of-factly, her little lisp making Lily’s heart ache. “Do you like it?”

Lily turns her gaze on Regulus, who is looking at her as if she caught him committing a crime. She slowly, deliberately lets her gaze track up and down his body before making eye contact with him. “Oh, I love it. Very pretty.”

Regulus goes pink in the face while Celandine cheers in delight, already squirming out of her hold once more.

“I knew you would!” She grabs Regulus by the cheeks, studying her work with a gravely serious expression. “Daddy said he would look silly, but I told him he was stupid.”

“Language!” Lily scolds while Regulus cracks a grin.

“You did, didn’t you, Dina?”

“Uh-huh. And you said I shouldn’t call people that, but I said you call Uncle Siri stupid all the time, and you said that doesn’t count because Uncle Siri is stupid—”

Lily huffs out a laugh. “Oh, honestly, Regulus.”

“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong? Just last week he— oh, ow darling, be careful—” Regulus winces when Celandine pokes him in the eye with a fingerful of glittery eyeshadow, clearly unsatisfied with the amount of sparkle.

“Don’t be a baby, daddy,” Celandine replies easily and Lily huffs in amusement.

“That’s enough out of you, little miss.” Lily scoops Celandine up, ignoring her squirms. Raising an eyebrow at her husband, she says, “She gets that attitude from you, you know that, right?”

Regulus rubs at his irritated eye, smearing glitter and blue eyeshadow messily. “I will not accept lies and slander.”

“Is it lies and slander if it’s true, love?”

Regulus grins at her. “Absolutely. Now, go clean the glitter off that heathen. I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“I’m not a heathen,” Celandine declares, still protesting the arm around her waist.

“That’s what a heathen would say.”

Celandine gasps in indignation. Twisting in her grip, she turns to look at Lily imploringly, offence written clear in her little grey eyes. “Mama, tell him I’m not a heathen.”

Lily stifles a grin, shaking her head solemnly at her daughter. “I’m afraid that’d be called lying.”

Celandine’s jaw drops on a cry of “Mama!” and Lily cackles.

[pseudophan]

omg hi nora! i feel like as one of your semi-regular anons that i have abandoned you as i have been doing training for sorority recruitment for the past four days. all i’ve been doing is dealing with bump groups, practice parties, lists and timing from 9:00-7:00 and i’ve been slowly going insane actually especially when they uploaded the other day and i couldn’t immediately watch it and everyone around me could tell i was visually stressed and kept asking me if i was okay. anyways, i love seeing your posts pop up on my feed as i scroll through everything i missed when i finally go on tumblr at the end of the day! im so sorry this is so long idk why i’m telling you this much information and i think i might be going insane but tldr: you slay!

i am stressed on your behalf by the mere thought of this you people are insane. i've known my fair share of phannies in sororities throughout the years and i'm equally baffled every time, genuinely i commend your dedication i just spent half an hour mustering up the effort to put a bagel in the airfryer. nine to seven?? that's more than a full time job!

i do love the concept of being stressed about dan and phil react to tatinof during sorority recruitment training, just a very funny combination of words. i feel your pain though i'd be stressed as fuck

thanks for the ask, i enjoy a little life update from people now and then. even if i am thoroughly confused by everything happening here what the fuck is a practice party . good luck though enjoy, i hope the next dan and phil upload will be exactly whenever you next have a half hour break from the madness

[ak4e7a]

those pictures of hoon are making me go insane. he is so fine.

i can’t stop thinking about him coming home after his kbs performance and he’s impatient, slightly frustrated, because you’ve sent him some enticing pictures and texts. he does, after all, look too good. and so when he finds you on the bed, he slowly unbuttons his jacket, staring at you with hungry eyes. don’t even get me started on how slowly he undo’s his belt 🤭 yeah he’s tying you up with the belt

hana how could u do this to me like actually ...

obviously i have no choice but to elaborate 😋 (i finished my cardiology homework so i could give this my full attention)

⭑･ﾟﾟ･:༅｡.｡༅::✼✿ smut under the cut ✿✼:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

hoonie baby: i'm so fucking mad at you

you: i didn't do anything this time

hoonie baby: oh, so did our dog walk on your phone screen and accidentally send me a text that said "babe you look so sexy today i wish you'd come 2 me and cum in me"???

you: oh haha yeah i sent that huh... oops :)

hoonie baby: you're such a fucking brat, y/n

you: i know, want you to come fuck the brattiness out of me. will you?

hoonie baby: y/n not now. i'm in the car on the way home. can you please not be a fucking tease just this once. just give me ten minutes, you brat. i'm already rock hard

you: i'm just preheating my snack baby, don't mind me <33 can't wait for you to cum inside me

the typing bubble appears for a second, then disappears. you rub your thighs together in anticipation, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come home. it takes all of your willpower to not slip your hand into your panties and take care of your problem yourself, but luckily it seems like your boyfriend rushed home with the way he's barging into your bedroom sporting a massive bulge in his trousers.

"you little slut," he mutters, eyeing you with pupils darkened. he takes in your form on the bed, dressed in a black lace lingerie set.

"you like it?" you ask, playing with the strap of your bra. "look, we match!"

he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he begins to unbutton his top at a speed that makes you want to rip his clothes off his toned, muscular body for him. "why do you insist on acting like this every time i leave the house for more than four hours?"

"because my boyfriend is the hottest man to ever walk the planet and i want him inside me? what part of that is hard to understand?" you retort, crossing your arms which only pushes your breasts up higher on your chest.

"god, you and this fucking mouth," he says, more to himself than to you. "what am i going to do with you, baby?"

"you'll fuck me?" you ask, doe-eyed and pouting as you bat your eyelashes at him.

he hums in agreement, tossing the jacket to the floor before torturously removing his black t-shirt. "lay back, then, sweetheart."

your eyes flutter shut as you follow his command. he kisses you slowly, hungrily, letting you unwrap yourself for him. faintly, you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling. before you know it, your arms are above your head, wrists bound by the leather that previously adorned his slim waist.

"hoonie," you beg, kicking your feet uselessly. "please, no, please, let me touch you."

"no, baby, you gotta learn to behave somehow. now take this cock like a good girl–you're lucky i'm even fucking you right now. behave and i'll give you my cum."

he pushes himself into your soaked cunt and begins to fuck into you, but his thrusts are so shallow that you're only getting the tip and less than half of his length.

"sunghoon," you whine, although you remember you're supposed to be on your best behavior. "please, more, put it all the way inside!"

he clicks his tongue at you before snapping his hips hard. "like that, slut? is that enough for you?"

"yes, just like that!" you cry out, wishing more than anything that you could tug at his soft brown hair. "faster, need it faster, please, hoonie!"

he laughs darkly, sucking a hickey along the column of your neck. "beg for it, princess, we've got all night."

[byrdstrolls]

These people are who you know them to be. This story will begin the only way it can. 

Hanagi Cheong is at work, messaging Bee on her computer. She is typing, slowly, methodically. Sometimes pausing to simply stare at the screen. Sometimes pausing to backspace and start over. No matter how she spins it, it will be clear to the violetblood she is in desperate need of someone competent in statistics. Bee’s minor Hanagi has a habit of mocking as useless. She will likely not shut up about it for a thousand sweeps. Yet this silly, caliginous worry is but a mask for a deeper, more pressing one.

[HEY] The message reads. [I’VE BEEN FUCKING, SIFTING THROUGH THE NUMBERS WE GOT FROM WHEN I DID THAT HACKING AT THE ACADEMY. ABOUT ABIDEL, AND THE INTOXICANT, AND I COULD USE A FRESH SET OF EYES TO CONFIRM YOU’RE SEEING WHAT I’M SEEING.]

The doctor's head rests on her arched hands, the husktops glow lighting up her glasses. How much exactly does she trust the violetblood progress here? She does not worry about Bee turning them into the fleet. She worries about her slipping onto this project and gripping it so tightly in manic paranoia and fear and guilt she doesn’t sleep for weeks. But how much longer can she talk to nobody about what she has found, what she has seen? Monark is not the only one susceptible to paranoia. And every time she dares venture into these files, Hanagi only finds more reasons to be afraid. Slowly, she lifts her head, and presses send. 

[are you Sure?] Bee answers, a couple minutes later. 

[WHY ASK ME? DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT?]

[i’m not always a Successful Arbitrator of what i can and Cannot handle.]

[WELL NEITHER AM I. YOU KNOW I WOULDN’T BE HERE IF I WASN’T DESPERATE.]

[am I interpreting it here correctly, that you’re coming to me with a Statistics related problem? :)<]

[HA HA HA. LIVE IT UP.]

[It’s Almost As If There Are Compelling Reasons For Someone To Minor In Such A Thing]

[DON’T TAKE THIS JUST OUT OF SPITE AND PRIDE IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE IT.]

[i can handle Math.]

[IT’S NOT JUST MATH. IT’S A LOT OF SHIT. OKAY? IT’S HORRIFYING.]

[hanagi,]

[i’ve got your back. i’ll tap out if i need. Okay?] 

Hanagi pauses, and then links her to the drive where her ongoing snooping has been taking place.

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[Hanagi.] Bee says, several hours later.

[UH OH, WHY ARE WE USING THE MORE SECURE CHANNEL?]

[when you asked me to Confirm what you were seeing in this data, what Exactly did you want me to confirm?]

[WELL, FROM MY BAREBONES CURSORY GLANCE IT REALLY SEEMED LIKE THEY SAID SHE HAD KILLED LIKE, FORTY SEVEN PSSIONICS IN THE LAST SWEEP. WHICH FELT VERY HIGH TO ME. I COULDN’T STOMACH LOOKING DEEPER]

[i don’t have Good News]

[LAY IT ON ME MISS STATISTICS.]

[i don’t know if this is complicated enough to Actually count as statistics, Doctor, more me Looking at something you didn’t want to look at, but sure]

[in ∅ ∈ KFx]

[those forty seven encrypted files are not individual patients. they are groups.]

[WHAT?]

[she killed 47 groups of four pssionics. there would be two controls and two standards in each group. after the two standards died, and she had her data, she’d make the remaining unaffected control trolls the new standard group for two new control pssionics. she repeated this process 47 times, killing a total of 98 pssionics.]

[...]

[FUCK]

[the amount of energy she’s siphoning off into those two suns. is Insane. you were right about her bullshitting her averages. whatever she’s doing to those pssionics, Really Works.]

[YOU’RE SURE?]

[that’s not even the half of it, Hanagi. can you come Home? i feel like i’m losing my mind looking at these files.]

[OF COURSE.]

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“You should really go to bed, Hanagi,” Bee says, several hours later.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking saying that to me.” Hanagi retorts. 

“How the student becomes the teacher.” The violetblood says, continuing to pin stuff on the ongoing corkboard the two of them had put up. 

“I’ll be fine.” 

“You have work in four hours.”

“And you don’t?”

“We’re… in over our heads.”

“You think I’ve never pulled a fucking all nighter before? I went to med school.” 

“I mean we're in over our heads with this, Hanagi.” She huffs, rapping her knuckle on the board. “So The Intoxicant has, for sweeps, been synthesizing Abidel’s blood to create a dangerous addictive and incredibly powerful pssionic enhancer.”

“So?” She retorts.

“So how are we going to get Abby out?” She says. “WIthout alerting her? Without her turning up every rock in the universe to find the troll on top which this entire deranged plan centers?” Bee says, gesturing. 

“A bridge we’ll cross when we get to it.” 

“Why am I the voice of reason here?” She says. 

“It was your plan. You’d give up so easily?”

“We’d need help to do this. A lot of it.” She answers. 

“How can you just look at this shit? I’m a doctor. You’re a scientist.” 

“A stretch of the definition of the word. I had a bachelors. You don’t need a job to feel empathy. I’m a person, Hanagi. Any person with a bloodpusher couldn’t stand to look at this but needs to. If I didn’t want to be here I wouldn’t be.” 

“I’ll call in sick,” Hanagi says. 

“Your grave” She answers. And the girls continue to work in silence. 

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“You get it too, don’t you?” Hanagi says, curled up in a ball as the sun sets, marking the early beginning of the next night. “You understand from these charts-” 

“I know how close she is.” Bee answers, morosely. As much of a statistician as she ever was.

“What are you looking at?” Cheong prompts, glancing over her shoulder. 

“Longse’s history with the fleet. So we know what we’re dealing with.” She replies, typing. “You know. Big picture.” 

A lot of the documents of The Intoxicants rise to power are public. A career that kicked off with a long stint in the propaganda ministries, an exponential rise to head of the department. Only for her to resign at the top of her game. A grant for scientific achievement and funding, a long hundred sweeps spent in the field, where Longse would throw out new chemical and physical weapon patents every ten or so sweeps. This constant juggling of her life as a general, and a scientist, and a politician, continues for centuries. Longse seems well inclined to give others the spotlight. She has quietly been perfecting her work for a lifetime, her accomplishments becoming more impressive as the centuries pass by. 

Right about 50 sweeps ago, there is a black hole in the data. 

It makes sense, knowing how much about this colony's existence had been carefully kept from the public eye. Maybe they should have quit looking then. Yet, with the morbid curiosity that keeps trolls eyes on car wrecks happening on the street, the two women keep digging. Into deeply classified documents. By about 25 sweeps ago, the war on this planet had been long since over. But that doesn’t mean The Intoxicant stopped bombing it, no. The entire planet was repurposed as a massive weapons testing ground for the inventor, getting her fleet patents at an unprecedented rate, until eventually, she blew it up, six sweeps ago, beyond repair. You see, after Hascha had been discharged from the fleet for his embarrassing surrender and consequent defeat, the fleet's ruling control over Corsica had been given fully to Faeria Longse. 

They are silent as they both stare at Bee’s Husktop screen. They know the name of Mondes' colony as well as any of the Cheongs. The two of them remain here for a long while, or a short while. In the end they can’t recall how long it was. The borders of minutes are blurred the less a mind has sleep. It’s even more difficult to define time when trying to understand something that feels so much bigger than it. It has started to really sink in for both of them now. The genocide of the past. The genocide of the present. 

The looming chilling prophecy of the genocide of the future. 

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There is a knock at the door. 

“Hanagi?” Mondes asks. 

“Yeah? What? What are you doing up this late?” she calls back. 

“I’m up the same time I always am.” The oliveblood says, entering the room the two shared, illuminating it with a sudden burst of hallway light. Hanagi groans, squinting, and Bee hurriedly shuts her husktop. 

“Did you guys stay up all day?” He asks. 

The man stands there for a second, processing what the girls have done to their room. 

“...okay” He says slowly. “Just what exactly am I looking at here?”

“It’s a lot,” Hanagi manages. 

“Yeah, we don’t wanna dump it on you right before class.” Bee pipes up.

“Mondes doesn’t have class.” Hanagi reminds.

“It’s summer” He retorts, folding his arms. “I’ve been out for nearly a perigee. Did you really not notice?” 

“I have a full time job,” Bee says. 

“Fine. I’ll give you that one. But do I really not get an explanation for this? You’re being so suspicious.” 

Hanagi gestures at their asymmetric piles of paper and corkboard.

“This was ME” She defends. “ALL MY shit. And Bee told me to go to bed. I didn’t listen.” 

“You both have work in thirty minutes” Mondes replies. “I’m gonna call you in so you don’t pass out midway through a fitting and put someone's leg on backwards. Or pour boiling coffee on yourself”

“Ha Ha Ha.” Hanagi complains. “Ha. Fine.” 

“Go to bed” Mondes orders. “And as soon as your pans are both working again, tell me what the fuck you’re doing.” He finishes, and exits the room.

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Two six hour naps later, Hanagi sits at the end of the kitchen tables as Bee makes her coffee across the room. 

“I’m trying to think, of how to fucking say this” She exhales. The two of them continue to move through space as if in some kind of shock. Dissociative and careful. 

“Okay” The rust huffs as Bee sets down a mug in front of her. 

“From the beginning,” She says. “When Bee was at the fleet academy she met a limeblood there, Abidel Tevian, a pssionic amplifier who Nandor put through a lot of horrifying cybernetic augmentation to their physical body.” She pauses. 

“...okay” Mondes says, his hands laying immovable at the table. 

“Bee, since she was revived, has wanted to rescue them. I agreed, knowing it would be difficult and maybe risky, but not able to stand such a malpractice, terrifying misuse of prosthetics technology. So lately, I’ve been poking around Fleet files to find more information on this.”

“Okay.” Mondes repeats. 

“And we kind of just found” Hanagi cuts herself off, silent for a moment before continuing.

“-something that really raises both the stakes and the difficulty of this situation.” 

“Ah,” He responds

Hanagi glances at him, and then back at Bee. “Tap out.” She says, requesting Bee take over the explanation. “You know the math better.” She lies, not wanting to dive too deep into what she had seen, that all consuming sinking feeling in her chest.

“Okay.” Bee answers “Do you know the fleet general, The Intoxicant?”

Mondes blinks, momentarily, a rapid surge of emotion consuming him. 

“Yes.” He says quietly. 

The girls share a glance as if not sure how deep Mondes’s knowledge went, not sure how to continue. He doesn’t not elaborate. So, eventually, Bee continues. 

“Okay” She says, poised like a soldier giving a report. Having more practice than Hanagi in weaponizing her detachment against her horror and grief. 

“Since Abby was a grub, The Intoxicant has been synthesizing their blood to make a pssionic enhancer. An incredibly powerful one. That increases output by tenfold. It is addictive to the user, to the point the physical dependance makes their bodies degrade until death. The formula works, Longse is just attempting to make it safe past a certain threshold. She has calculated the budget of the Alternian fleet. She has calculated how much the increased energy output would benefit them financially. And how much the short life spans of pssionics would lose them money. And by way of these variables, and many more, created an …equation” Bee pauses to breathe, for just a moment.

“...An equation that can be solved to discover the ideal number of sweeps the pssionics need to last. If they live to this certain point, that's when the enhancer begins to be well worth its financial detriments, and actually starts saving the fleet a lot of money. After she reaches this point, Longse intends to patent the enhancer, and… roll it out to be used by the fleet. Something that would increase the fleets financial gain from their contest, but also increase the pace the fleet burns through pssionics dramatically. It would make their lives absolutely miserable, and more difficult to escape, due the formula’s addictive qualities, and due to the fleet being the only one that has access to Abidel, and the patent for Culucaminegic Ampheparietakinetic Pssiopote-” She narrates, with all the range of emotion of a text to speech program. 

“You don’t have to say the whole fucking thing, Bee. Longse just calls it CAP in her notes.” Hanagi pitches in, bristling at her formality. 

“I’m sorry.” Bee pauses, continuing to act so reservedly. “CAP’s patent” She says, “I just wanted to give you a better idea of it’s chemical makeup. Longse accomplishing this would be bad, because-” 

“I don’t need to know it’s chemical makeup… But I think I understand why it’s bad.” Mondes says softly. “What are we gonna do?” 

“You’re-” Hanagi stumbles. “Not gonna tell us not to do this shit?” 

“Why would I tell you not to try and stop a genocide?” He says quietly. 

“Okay but” Hanagi stumbles. “The fucking scale of this thing is- are we really gonna play those odds again? We were SECONDS from dying in the prison break.” She says, seeming to have become more trepidatious since getting some real sleep.

“Well,” Bee begins. Funny, how they seem to have switched places in the argument since waking. “Considering-” She continues. 

“I just! I’m a fucking prosthetics doctor! I’m not a fucking, rebel mastermind. We barely scraped by. Barely.” She rambles.

“Give yourself a little credit Hanagi” Bee replies, stubbornly. “You had five nights. You made it work. Even in her most generous estimates, The Intoxicant thinks it will take few perigees for CAP to go public. You had no resources when you broke into the prison. Right now, we have money. We have access to Longse and Nandor’s files. We have connections with several talented individuals. And most importantly. We have time.”

“Says Bee Monark, the voice of reason” Hanagi retorts, bitingly. 

“You said the same thing” She retorts. “Last night. Bridges we’ll cross when we get to them. But now that Mondes is in the room we’re not friends anymore?”

“Did you want me to tell you not to do it?” Mondes answers, after a pause. “Do you want me to say no, it’s totally fine if everyone in this room just forgets what they know? I won’t.”

There is a long silence. Neither Hanagi nor Bee able to think of how to respond to that. Hanagi stares at the foam of her coffee, it is probably getting cold by now. Losing herself in the intricacies of lines of the heart in bubbles. Watching them pop and fade at a snails pace.

“I don’t even know where to fucking start to try.” Hanagi says, setting down her mug, having drunk none of it. “We’d need so many things. We’d need to know a way to get to her satellite without being tracked by the fleet.”

“I can rig Mondes’s ship to be more stealthy.” Bee offers. 

“Okay, but, we still gotta find the plans for the satellite, figure out how to break into it. We might need a guy on the inside, honestly! We gotta figure out how to survive the security measures. How to have alibis. How to keep this all secret after having been- in the public eye for so long!”

“Maybe we could make some kind of smoke screen.” Bee says, ever the tactician. Mondes has stood up silently, and is pacing. 

“Something to distract the Alternian public and cloak our actions.” She elaborates. 

Mondes has pulled a tiny paper card, long since forgotten, from a pocket in his wallet. Holding it in his hands as he paces. 

“Like, start some drama with one of the other siblings or some shit?” Hanagi extrapolates. 

Mondes halts suddenly. 

“Okay” He says. “I’ve got it” 

The other two trolls stare at him. 

“What?” Bee asks. 

The oliveblood sits back down. He places his old music teacher's card on the table. 

“It’s probably get a lot of media attention,” He says. “If I attempted to be the first lowblood to enter a very prestigious orchestra contest, wouldn’t it?”

[livelaughlovetojiii]

ALL MINE.

neteyam x fem!reader

a/n: i am in love with neteyam like ever since i saw the movie it’s been all about neteyam and lo’ak istg

warning: it’s all fluff for now <3

summary: when you hear that the sully family is leave you have to ask jake sully if you can go with them to the Metkayina clan, he says yes because you’ve been a family friend for years also because you just lost your mother and don’t like your father very much.another reason you wanted to go with is because you can’t stand the thought of being with out your best friends brother neteyam. you’re 19 lo’ak is 18 and neteyam is 20. you’ve always had eyes for him but little did he know.

wc:1.11k

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you’ve always been best friends with lo’ak since he was born. you’re nine months older than him but nine months younger than neteyam so you were always hanging around them and kiri to but when you heard all the talk about them leaving you knew what you had to do.

you make your way to the sully hut pacing back-and-forth like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. you take a deep breath and enter the hut and you see jake sitting on his hammock “hey y/n how’s it going honey? if you’re looking for the boys they’re out in the forest” he says with a stressful sigh. “um actually i was looking for you” you say nervously “alright then come, talk to me” he pats the space next to him on the hammock “sit” you obey and sit next to him “so i was wondering if maybe…” you pause “if maybe i could come to the Metkayina clan with you and your family” you take a deep breath in after you ask the question he looks at you with a soft smile “yes of course baby girl” you smile wide “sullys stick together, even though you weren’t born into this family, you are apart of it,always”

“thank you sir” you say before you get up to leave but then he stops you “also before you go i wanted you to know that i know you’re in love with one of my boys, and i’m almost certain it’s lo’ak” you feel your face heat up and you almost run out of the hut.

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“neteyam!” you say from behind the boy he turns to look at you but then turns back around, you plop down next to him putting your feet in the water as he had his “what is wrong teyem?” you say putting your hand on the boys back “i am leaving,leaving you, leaving my home,leaving everyone” he voice cracks but you start to smile knowing you have news that’ll make him happier than ever “well i have good news for you” he looks up “i talked to your dad and.. i get to come with you to Metkayina” his face lights up suddenly you feel yourself being thrown into his arms as he stands up hugging you off the ground and spins you around “you are coming with? really?” he smiles “yes!” you laugh you feel your face starting to heat up when you look at neteyam in the eyes, there’s something there. something that hasn’t be let out yet. he puts you down “thank you” he says with a smile.

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you finally make the landing at Metkayina after hours of flying on your ikran. you and the sully family make your way up to the Olo'eyktan. jake and the man talk when you slowly feel neteyams hand sneak it’s way to yours. “i can smell the fear coming off of you, relax beauty.” did neteyam just call you beauty? his younger brothers stupid best friend? you were going insane inside. that’s when a beautiful girl emerges from the water the Olo'eyktan daughter, tsireya. “hi” lo’ak says in order to get the girl’s attention but she just giggles at the boy’s flustered face. me and neteyam laugh to ourselves when the Tsahìk ronal starts circling around us then picks up lo’aks hand “demon blood!” she says making everyone gasp when she goes for your hand next to start criticizing more but sees you only have four fingers, she hisses to herself.

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months go by and lo’ak is now mated with tsireya, kiri mated with rotxo and that leaves you and neteyam still looking for a mate. let’s face it neteyam didn’t want you.

it was late at night and all the teens had met up in a hut and ended up falling asleep, neteyam was behind you and lo’ak was in front of you with tsireya. until he turned around because he couldn’t sleep either. “lo’ak?” you whisper “y/n” he whispers back which makes you smile your hand finds it way to his face “y/n?” he says confused “lo’ak i’m so happy you found someone that sees you. tsireya is right for you, i’m so glad you have her” he chuckles “what is this about?” he asks concerned. neteyam over hears and starts to eavesdrop on what you were saying was bothering you. “i love neteyam” you sigh “but soon he’s gonna find someone to mate with and i’ll never have him” lo’ak looks at you nervous to speak “uh..” you look at his expression “what is it?” he points behind you, you turn around to see neteyam wide awake and he hears every word you said loud and clear. you feel your heart drop. you get up as fast and as quietly as possible and leave the hut.

you sit in front of the beautiful ocean as the tide washes up and you feel the cold water on your toes. you take a deep breath in and out and your eyes start to water when hear your name being called behind you. you know it’s neteyam or lo’ak so you don’t turn around, you pray it’s not neteyam. it gets closer then you realize it is neteyam “fuck” you curse yourself under your breath when he sits next to you. he sees the tears covering your face “hey.” he gently puts his hand on your cheek and wipes the tears “there’s nothing to cry about pretty baby” you look up at the pet name he called you tilting your head into his cheeks.

he brings his face closer to your ear and whispers “i love you too” he kisses the spot behind your ear “i’ve been waiting to tell you that i wanted you to be my mate until you had your ceremony” a wide smile sneaks across your face. “but that means i am not to touch you until you’ve had your ceremony” the smile drops as he removes all contact from you looking you in the eyes “good night my mate”

[nancedrcw]

Fort Hardy

prompt: nace week, 15 years in the future

sypnosis: Nancy is used to coming home to chaos everyday. So, when her daughter can storming down the stairs calling for her, she wasn’t all that surprised.

Nancy and Ace were used to walking into their home and being met with chaos. In fact, it was so common sometimes when Nancy would come home from work late and be met with silence, she would become highly concerned. 

Thankfully though, today she unlocked her front door to her 13-year-old daughter, storming down the staircase. “Mom, your husband has gone insane.” 

“Don’t you mean your father?” Not even phased, Nancy handed Noa the take-out bags, taking off her own satchel and placing it on the hook next to her coat. 

“He has taken over the kitchen. It’s like a war scene in there, an apocalypse.” 

“Baby, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” She smiled slightly at her daughter’s flair for the dramatics, something she inherited from her Aunt Bess.

“Mom, you don’t understand!” She handed off one of the bags to Nancy, sighing. “It’s better if I just show you.” 

“Lead the way!” She sighed, not quite sure about what she was going to walk into. Although, whatever small idea she might’ve thought she had, nothing would compare to what she walked into. 

All of the throw blankets were attached to the cabinets, creating a tent-like ceiling. More blankets covered the windows, failing to block out the light entirely and just giving the room a blueish glow. 

Nancy recognized her and Ace’s duvet spread between the island and cabinet, joined by both Jake and Joey’s comforters. Due to the lack of muted pink and light gray blankets, she assumed Noa refused the boys access to anything from her room. 

Pillows created a barricade to one side of the tiny room they had created, and two of the island barstools created the entrance on the opposite end. Ace, army crawling out from underneath, noticed his wife standing in the archway, mouth agape. 

“Hi honey, how are you?” Jake emerged from behind him, crawling onto his Dad’s back. 

“Well right now, I’m happy that I said we should pick up Chipotle for Saturday dinner.” She motioned towards the chaos in front of her. “What is this?”

“It’s a fort!” Joey ran in from behind her, carrying his stuffed animals and disappearing into the depths of blankets.

“Okay… why have you built a fort in my kitchen?” She directed the question towards Ace but was hoping for an answer from anyone in the room at this point. 

“Because they’re crazy!” Noa shouted from where she had disappeared up the stairs, no doubt about to text her aunt about the chaos that was unfolding in her kitchen. 

"We have to protect ourselves from the monsters out there, honey. You're in the risk area right now, by the way." He looked behind him, and suddenly Joey emerged with a foam sword in hand. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“Mama, run!” She scooted out of the way as both her twins started sprinting towards her, disappearing into the living room. 

“Please tell me our living room isn’t as chaotic as our kitchen.” 

“Noa made sure the boys did not touch it.” Ace slowly climbed his way off the floor, walking over to Nancy and placing a kiss on her lips. 

“Just the boys? Or you too?” She placed the bags of takeout in the only room left on the kitchen counter, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ace paused for a second, seemingly coming up with an answer. “I plead the fifth.”

“We have four kids and four adults coming over within the next hour, where are we all going to eat?” 

“We can eat in the living room, the kids will love it,” He went behind her, wrapping his around her neck and placing another kiss on her cheek. 

She leaned back into him, trying to suppress a smile. “I am not happy about this,” 

“Maybe I can…” 

“We’re here!” The two of them heard Bess sing from the entryway, the voices of Aspen, Astrid, and Aria running through the house to find their cousins carrying with it.

“We will finish this conversation later,” Nancy placed one last kiss on her husband’s lips, before pulling him out of their chaotic kitchen. 

[heydorothea009]

Bread on Toast 2162 - A Future Man s2 Fanfiction

After saving the world from the Biotics, Josh and Liv are catapulted into Tiger and Wolf’s time, 2162. The gang is separated from each other and contention begins to brew. Tiger and Liv find themselves face to face with an old “friend”, while Wolf gets caught in being someone he’s not, and Josh’s life is on the line. Things can’t possibly get any worse.

Warnings: strong language

Chapter 3: Guess Who’s Coming To Lunch?

Josh

Meanwhile, Josh had been wandering the desert for two hellish days. The cuff and chain that he still wore around his ankle absorbed all the heat of the blazing sun, burning his hand and ankle. Blisters from the burning metal seared his leg from the chain whacking his shins as he walked. The sand was also absorbing heat at an insane rate, burning his bare feet as the sun got higher in the sky. Even at night the sand was hot, but not nearly as horrible as the midday heat.

Josh bared his teeth as he clumsily stumbled through the sand, trying to pick up his feet as soon as they landed on the scorching ground. His mouth grew dryer and he grew more parched with each hour. His body ached from hunger pains. Maybe the Pointed Circle had killed him after all and he’d died and gone to hell. He looked up at the sky, squinting at the sun.

“God!” He cried out. “I’m sorry I never believed in you, my parents are atheists. Please, forgive me so I can come to heaven! Please!” His foot caught on a rock and he went tumbling down the side of a red hot hill of sand. He cried out in pain as the sand burned his body. He curled up like a dead bug as he landed on his back and panted, squeezing his eyes shut. I’m in hell. He thought. I’m in hell and I’m never getting out. His eyes slowly opened, realizing the two layers of bed sheets covering his back were protecting him pretty well from the sand. Sitting up and pushing down his screams of pain from the heat, he took off one of the sheets and tore it up, making shoes and a headscarf.

Setting off again, looking biblical as ever, Josh continued his search for civilization. He’d seen something out there, it had to have been real. Many times the word “mirage” crossed his mind. Could that futuristic city have been a mirage? Josh shook his head to himself as he trekked onward. He crested over the top of a hill, praying to find something. Nothing.

He tried to swallow, but his mouth was barely producing any saliva. “Where the fuck am I?” He threw his chain on the ground in frustration. He stared off into the never ending span of desert in front of him. You have to keep going, Josh. You can’t quit like this. He thought, trying to hype himself up. His brain felt hazy as he bent down to pick up his chain to keep going, but he just fell to his knees. He tried getting back up, but couldn’t, he ended up crawling down the slant of the hill and collapsing in the shade.

“It’s so hot…” he gasped to himself. He lifted his head shakily and- “Cactus…?” His heart soared. Yes, yes, a cactus! On all fours, he shuffled over to the cactus and tried to figure out how he would go about getting the water. He shakily got to his feet and used the cuff to yank off a part of it. Giddy now, he picked up the piece of cactus, not minding the sharp pricks against his hand and raised it to his mouth. Nothing. It was completely empty. In a rage, he chucked it aside and fell back to his knees.

“Why me?” He wailed. “What did I do?” He grabbed fistfuls of sand and threw it around. “Look,” he yelled up at presumably God. “I’m sorry about that one time I accidentally shoplifted M&M’s when I was three, okay?” He cried out. “I’m sorry for all the times I jerked off, I’m sorry for all the times I lied or cheated on tests, I’m sorry for that one time I broke my mom’s bedside table with a soccer ball and blamed it on my dad-“ he stopped, having a realization. Table. Table. “The water table!” He gasped, immediately digging through the sand. He dug a small hole before losing energy and stopping, panting.

“Fuck…who am I kidding?” He sighed. That’s when it hit him, his dumbest, smartest idea ever.

It was really hard to pee when dehydrated, Josh realized, but he managed. He took a deep breath and leaned down over his piss hole, making a face. Was he really about to do this?

Yes, this was life or death. “It’s just pee,” he whispered to himself, trying not to gag. He squeezed his eyes closed, thinking that might help. “Life or death, life or death, life or death!” He yelled at himself. “People do this all the time to survive, this is like those Chilean miners…” he opened his eyes to see his pee absorbing into dirt. “No!” He screamed, clawing at the sand, now dirt. “No! Please, no!” It was gone.

He laid down, starting to cry. As tears formed, he stopped, jerking his head to try and get the tears falling so he could catch one on his tongue. It barely worked. Josh collapsed.

Tiger and Liv

“I have one question and just one question only,” TyAnne said in her whiny voice. “Robot or clone?” She asked Tiger, looking her up and down.

Tiger squinted her eyes at TyAnne, confused.

Stu smiled awkwardly. “Honey-“

“One of them’s gonna make me really angry,” TyAnne shouted abruptly at Stu, startling Liv and Tiger. “And the other one’s gonna be fine.” She tittered. Tiger’s eyes were getting wider and wider. TyAnne stopped and shook her head at Tiger. “I don’t care anymore.” She stopped smiling. “Okay! So if you didn’t sign anything you’re free to go.” She motioned towards the big glass doors. “I hereby release you!” When Tiger and Liv just stared at her in shock, she flapped her arms at the door again. “Go.” She started to bouncily walk away, before she stopped and looked at Stu. “If you wanted to impress me, you should’ve just gotten a motorcycle! And then just drove it off a cliff.” She giggled again, a nasally sound.

Tiger just stared, jaw dropped. Liv couldn’t tear her eyes off of TyAnne, she was like a fascinating creature.

“Just kidding! I love you, daaaaaaaaaa…” TyAnne loudly sang as she stormed out of the room and into the hall, her loud ass voice still echoing around as the door slowly closed. “…aaaaaaad!”

As Liv and Tiger recovered from that experience, Stu sighed, clearly having hoped that their interaction would have gone better.

“Our relationship is complicated.” He finally spoke.

“What else did you do with that purple hair, Stu?” Tiger asked, voice thick with oncoming rage.

Stu shook his head. “I only created a super cure to cure all diseases. That’s it, I swear.”

“Then how do you explain that?” Liv asked, stepping around Tiger to face Stu.

Stu gave Liv an annoyed look. She could tell he didn’t want her there but knew that her and Tiger were a package deal. “You can imagine my surprise when thirty four years ago, a baby with TyA- Tiger’s exact DNA popped up in a birthing pod outside of New Bakersfield.” He explained.

“A pod?” Tiger sounded highly offended.

“Has no one told you where babies come from?” Stu’s attention shifted back to Tiger, voice kinder and softer.

“Of course I know what a pod is.” Tiger rolled her eyes. “I’m not an idiot. Who supplied the…” she shrugged. “You know, baby juice?”

“TyAnne’s parents were soldiers who were killed in the year 100 of the Cure Wars,”

“Cure wars,” Liv huffed under her breath. “Of course.”

Stu shot Liv another annoyed look. “So,” he said loud enough to shut her up. “Her pod was unclaimed and scheduled for termination.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “This would have been legal back then, because it was within the eighth trimester. This was back when people thought that pod life began in the fourteenth trimester, ‘course we know-“

“Holy fucking shit, get to the point.” Tiger interrupted.

Stu blushed, embarrassed, and sighed. “You saved my life.” He looked at Tiger with earnest eyes. “I thought this was my chance to save your life, or what I thought was your life.”

Tiger looked at Liv as she processed all of the information thrown at her. She looked back at Stu. “So that’s the me from this timeline.” She sounded disappointed. She looked back at Liv and muttered, “I would have pictured her…a little different.”

“I’m sorry,” Stu apologized. “It was a crazy idea. I thought you were looking for some connection, and she needs…well…I’m still trying to figure that out.”

“Don’t blame yourself.” Tiger huffed. “Growing up, the only parent I had was a damp pole I called ‘mother’.” She nudged Liv’s arm light heartedly. “I turned out fine.”

Stu looked between Liv and Tiger, eyes settling on Tiger. “Will you at least stay for lunch?” He glanced at Liv and with an irritated edge in his voice and said, “both of you?”

Tiger looked down at Liv. Liv shrugged. “I could eat.”

When Stu had asked them to stay for lunch, Tiger and Liv thought they would be getting real food, not jello. Still starving, they ate it anyway. It was oddly grainy, the color was a sickly yellow with a yolk looking thing in the middle, and it tasted funny. The only thing heard around the dining table was the scraping of forks. It was uncomfortably silent. TyAnne sat in front of Liv with a white and gold helmet on her head.

“How are you liking those collard greens?” Stu asked Tiger as she shoved a mouthful of grainy jello into her mouth.

Is that what this is? Liv thought, looking down and making a face.

“It’s missing lard and ham hocks.” Tiger said around her mouthful.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Stu sighed. “The last pig passed away seventy four years ago. His name was Percival.” He smiled to himself. “He was my friend.”

TyAnne began to giggle annoyingly under her helmet and everyone’s gazes turned to her.

Stu gripped his fork tightly. “Honey, I really wish you wouldn’t reality bounce at the table.” He said, using the same irritated voice he used when he would talk to Liv.

TyAnne stopped and reached for the helmet, they couldn’t see her face yet, but obviously she was scowling. She lifted the helmet and stared at Stu for an uncomfortable moment of silence. “Fine.” She said, picking up some jello and squishing it with her fingers. She looked at Liv, Tiger, back to Liv, back to Tiger, then back to Liv-

Liv looked down at her plate of mush uncomfortably. Stu cleared his throat. TyAnne’s eyes snapped back to her dad’s.

“You said I had to come, you didn’t say I had to talk.” She gave him a petty smile. Stu exhaled through his nose and returned to his food.

Liv looked back up at TyAnne. She’d changed outfits. She wore a long sleeve red shirt with tassels hanging off the elbows and a fuzzy white vest. Her hair was now hanging in long, low pigtails with braids framing the sides of her face. She had giant fake eyelashes on, one black and one red. Even her clothes and makeup were annoying.

“Is this how every meal is?” Tiger mumbled.

“You know what,” TyAnne pulled the helmet off of her head. “It’s a little weird, okay? The time traveling version of me shows up, and your first instinct is…” TyAnne fixed her bangs and gave her dad a judgmental look. “Lunch?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s weird.” Tiger agreed.

Stu lit up. “Okay! So you both agree on something! You agree that this is weird!”

“Okay, settle down.” Tiger and TyAnne said in unison. TyAnne, who was twirling the braids, stopped and glanced back over at Tiger. Tiger, who was mid bite, stopped too and looked up at TyAnne.

“Huh,” Tiger looked at Liv out of the corner of her eye. “Does your…” she scooted back in her chair. “Does your elbow do this?” She extended her arm, elbow making a sickening popping sound that made Liv shudder. TyAnne did the same, making the exact same noise.

“Your knee? Does it do this?” She turned in her seat and extended her leg, knee making the same noise. Tiger copied.

Stu laughed awkwardly. “That’s your juvenile arthritis talking.” He said to TyAnne. “Luckily, the gravity on Mars is only 38% of what it is here-“

“Ooh!” TyAnne squealed, interrupting her dad. “That’s such a fun fact, dad!” Her fake smile fell and she started twirling her braids again. “I’m not going to Mars.”

Stu let out another awkward chuckle as Liv and Tiger exchanged glances. “She loves to dangle that, but she’s definitely coming. She’s gonna come.” He shot her a look that Liv had seen her own parents give her as a kid. It was a look that said, “stop saying that”.

“Mhm!” TyAnne nodded at Tiger and Liv. “Over my dead body.” She mouthed to Liv.

“Your body will be dead if you do not come to Mars with every other human being.” Stu sounded like he was going to burst. TyAnne gave him an annoyed laugh. “She did this same thing with her semester abroad at Mons Barcelona,” Stu explained, cooling his jets. “But somebody ended up loving it.” He said in a singsong voice to his daughter.

TyAnne kept twirling her braids. “I liked the tapas.”

“There’s more of these…Mons?” Liv asked.

“I call them self-sufficient energy-neutral proto-colonies.” Stu said proudly.

“Proto-colonies? What- like ant colonies?” Liv asked genuinely. TyAnne giggled that annoying giggle.

“I liked that, that was funny, say another one.” She smiled at Liv, but not the fake smile she gave her dad and Tiger, a real enthused one.

“They are everywhere.” Stu said, looking at Liv with a hint of frustration in his eyes. “All over the world.”

“And unfortunately, he’s at every single one.” TyAnne batted her eyelashes as she rolled her eyes. She sneered to Liv and Tiger, “You should see how boxy he looks in a kimono-“

Stu slammed his fist on the table and yelled something in presumably Japanese. Liv jumped, but Tiger just rolled her eyes and TyAnne seemed unphased.

“Sometimes, I wish I had a time machine.” TyAnne nodded and grinned at Liv and Tiger.

“No, no you don’t.” Liv sighed.

“You don’t wish you saw anything that we’ve seen.” Tiger stabbed at a jello cube with her fork. “Liv, Wolf, and I are lucky we’re even alive in this time.” That sentence gave Liv a pit in her stomach.

“Wolf?” Stu repeated. “What’s…her? Deal?” There was a sliver of jealousy in his voice.

Tiger and Liv glanced at each other. “He’s a man, he’s in the NAG.” Liv said.

“My demolitions expert.” Tiger looked back down at her plate.

“Oh! Well, that’s dangerous work.” Stu looked down at his food. “Is he, uh, missing a hand? Or two? An eye? Any heavy, ugly scarring?”

Liv's face contorted as she grew more and more uncomfortable.

“No, no, he’s got both hands and just enough scars to make him look like a man who’s really lived.” Tiger said, pushing the jello around with her fork.

“So he must be an elderly fellow, like a grandpa? Grandpa Wolf?” Stu couldn’t hide the jealousy.

Tiger shook her head, dropped her fork and propped her elbows on the table. “No, he’s a muscular thirty five.” She picked at her teeth. TyAnne caught a glimpse of Liv staring at Stu with her judging and disgusted face and caught on, eyes widening in horror, her giant lashes brushing her bangs.

“Don’t know why you had to say ‘muscular’ but…” Stu mumbled.

TyAnne studied her dad’s body language for a quick moment. “Oh…my…gawd-uh.” She drawled. She wrinkled her nose. “You’re into her!” She whined.

Tiger shuddered and put a hand up to her ear after TyAnne’s shrill whine.

“I am not!” Stu shook his head. “I’m just making conversation!”

“Weird conversation.” Liv said into her challice as she took a swig of water.

“You don’t want us to get to know each other, you just wanna stick your ghost dick on my time twin!” TyAnne screamed. She shook her head and made a shrill whining sound, Stu just staring at TyAnne. He was rendered speechless. “Ewwwww, dad! You’re so weird!” She reached under the table and grabbed a small red top hat, the same red as her shirt, and scurried out of the room.

Tiger stared off across the table awkwardly. Stu grabbed his chalice and swirled the wine inside. Liv blinked across at TyAnne’s empty seat.

“You guys have a great relationship.” Liv side eyed Stu. “Real healthy.” Stu looked up at Liv.

“Working. On. It.” He pursed his lips and set his cup down with such force it cracked the stem.

Liv didn’t know holograms could do that.

Josh

Josh was startled awake by a voice calling to him.

“Josh. Josh!” The voice called. He weakly lifted his head.

“Jesus?” He managed to mutter. It was literally Jesus Christ, standing off in the distance, holding a shepherd’s cane and holding his hand out to him. “Oh Jesus,” he mumbled groggily. “I’m so happy to see you, could you maybe turn some of this really hot sand into wine? And then maybe turn that wine into water?” He ran out of breath as he spoke. “I really need help.”

“Josh.” Jesus said again, voice echoing.

“Huh?”

“You will go to the Dagobah system.” Jesus instructed him.

“…Dagobah?”

“There you will learn from Yoda, the Jedi master who instructed me.” Jesus held a hand to his chest.

“…Yoda?” Josh’s heart sank as he realized. “Oh…” he lowered his head to the sand. “I’m dying.”

Jesus, who Josh was realizing was a mirage, turned into a person, a real person. Josh lifted his head again as the person approached him quickly. They looked down at him with a scarf pulled over their mouth and big round goggles.

“Oh God,” Josh panted, his dry lips breaking into a weak smile. “I’m saved.” He tried to stand. “Please,” he begged the person. “You gotta help me out here, I’m- I’m lost and I’m-“

“Oh yeah,” the person took off the scarf and goggles and peered down at Josh. “I’ll help you, you filthy Stray.” They jeered.

Josh had made it to his knees. “What-“

She swung something a his head, and with one sharp pain, the world went black again.

Wolf

Wolf admired the wheel he’d been working on. “Fuck yeah,” he mumbled proudly, standing up straight. He looked over his shoulder to his assistant, Pump, who was working away on some sort of bicycle. “What are you working on there, buddy?” He asked.

Pump stopped and looked over at Wolf sheepishly. “Just a dream.” He mumbled. “I was thinking, you know the way you turned that wheelbarrow into a wheel-wagon?” Pump asked. Wolf had shown the wondrous invention of a wagon to the people of the NAG.

“Yeah,” Wolf gruffed.

“Well, what if we took a bicycle and added, like, a bunch more wheels?” Pump looked up at Wolf excitedly, his eyes bright behind his glasses that were too small for his head. Wolf looked over Pump’s invention. “I…added six more wheels.” Pump blushed.

“Well, it looks like that big wheel back there’s not even touching the ground.” Wolf pointed to the wheel.

Pump deflated. “I know.” He pessimistically spun the wheel that was a solid three inches from the ground. “It’s just decorative…it was a dumb idea.” He sighed.

“I love it,” Wolf’s face broke into a proud grin.

Pump looked up at Wolf, on the verge of happy tears. “What?”

Wolf nodded. “There’s beauty in it’s impracticality.” Pump excitedly nodded as he got emotional. “Just like this place.” Wolf mumbled, looking out into the dull, brown and gray landscape of the NAG. The NAG was grimy, wretched, and an eyesore, but it wasn’t too bad. It was growing on him, sometimes he even had the crazy idea to stay for…forever…or at least another little while. Pump stood by Wolf’s side and Wolf clapped him on the back. “New, brimming with hope and possibility, like a young foal, wobbly on its legs, but destined for greatness to be a thoroughbred.”

As Wolf and Pump surveyed their filthy and cramped NAG with pride, the energy shifted, the citizens outside all pausing what they were doing and turning their attention to an incoming group of people. Outsiders. Wolf’s ears perked up as he caught the sound some people yelling at them.

“Filthy Strays!” A little girl yelled, chucking a rock at one of the outsiders. Wolf could now see they were in chains as they walked past his shop. The rock nailed a tall man in the face as a shorter person, wrapped in sheets of some kind ducked.

An angry crowd was forming in the streets and more things were being thrown at the strays. Wolf squinted as he looked over the heads of the people gathering to mock the strays. He thought he saw…no, it couldn’t be.

“What’s going on?” Wolf asked Pump, catching glimpses of the strays.

“Fresh batch of Strays are gonna be browned in,” Pump explained, sounding excited.

“What crime did they commit?” Wolf asked.

“The worst crime of all!” Pump sounded appalled. “Not being born here!” He shook his head at the group of Strays being led to the town square like animals. “They think they can just sneak into the NAG, get an easy ride off of all of our hard work, and then steal our jobs.” He seethed.

Wolf quirked an eyebrow. “They’re lazy and they wanna work?”

“Yeah,” Pump giddily scampered to a corner of the shop. “I got a basket of giant rocks just for this.”

Wolf looked back out into the crowd and could no longer see the Strays, the angry mob had gotten so big. Pump lugged his giant basket to the town square, Wolf him following through the sea of people.

“Citizens of the NAG!” The person escorting the Strays yelled over the crowd. “These Strays were caught sniffing around our borders.” The crowd shouted angrily. “They come from the wastelands of Malibu, the volcanoes of Catalina, and the Valley.” The crowd bellowed angrily again.

Wolf could see the top of one of the Stray’s heads as he and Pump pushed closer to the front.

“They tried to sneak into our above ground paradise,” the person continued to speak to the crowd. “To live amongst us, to eat our beans, contribute to our society!” She mocked. “What do we say to that?”

“No!” The crowd shouted in unison.

“That’s right! Can just anybody live here?”

“No!”

“Can Bio-Techs live here?”

“No!”

She held up a slimy mushroom. “Say it with me,”

Wolf and Pump got stuck behind a cluster.

“If your pants make brown,”

“Welcome to our town!” The crowd shouted. Pump excitedly shouted along, Wolf looked around with a confused look.

“And if your pants stay dry?”

“You’re gonna die!” The crowd shouted again. Pump grabbed Wolf’s arm and pulled him through the crowd again.

“Come on, Torque! Let's get past the splash zone.” He said excitedly. “If somebody fails the Bio-Tech test, we gotta be a part of the slaughter mob.” They finally broke through the crowd up to the very front.

Wolf stopped in his tracks as he realized he was seeing exactly who he thought he’d seen earlier. Josh Futturman. Josh Futturman getting a sewer mushroom shoved into his mouth. Josh Futturman, looking awfully sunburnt and wrapped in sheets.

“Futturman.” He breathed out.

Tiger and Liv

Liv stood in the shower and stared at the wall, wondering if this really was her life now. She didn’t know what Tiger was planning. Hell, she didn’t know if Tiger even had a plan. Were they just going to settle for living with Stu? She hoped not, having TyAnne as a roomie didn’t seem exciting. Stu had given Liv and Tiger a room, and as much as Liv never liked Stu, she was thankful for that.

“Liv,” Tiger said, barging into the bathroom. Liv turned around, wide eyed.

“Occupied?!”

Tiger wasn’t phased. “Just letting you know there’s nothing to change into when you’re done, so it’s either wear your old clothes or-“

“Tiger, we’ll cross that bridge when I get out. Get out!” Liv cried. Tiger rolled her eyes and left. Liv sighed and turned back around to stare at the wall.

“Also you’ve been in there for like an hour.”

Liv turned back around to see Tiger standing back in front of the glass door of the shower. Liv, bravely, flipped Tiger off. Tiger just rolled her eyes again and left. If Liv had done that weeks earlier- years earlier? If Liv had done that earlier, Tiger would have beheaded her.

Liv left the bathroom wrapped in a fuzzy blue robe and a towel wrapped around her head. Tiger was standing at the giant window that overlooked the Mons.

“As big as the closet is, it’s empty.” Tiger said without turning around. “I’m going to guess you don’t want to wear your old clothes again.”

“No,” Liv shook her head and sat on the giant bed. Her clothes were dirty and muddy from falling into the fountain.

Tiger turned around. “So your options are wear the robe or-“

“TyAnne.” Liv sighed, finishing Tiger’s sentence.

Tiger pursed her lips. “I was going to say wear your dirty clothes.”

“Tiger,” Liv deadpanned.

“You don’t really think she’s going to just give you some of her clothes?” Tiger squinted at Liv. “That ditsy, bitchy me hates me. And I don’t like her either.”

“But I’m not you.” Liv reminded her. “Yeah she’s-“ she searched for the right word. “Not like you at all, but don't you want something to change into too?”

Tiger closed her eyes and took in an impatient breath. “I don’t want her clothes.”

“Tiger-“

“Okay, fine, my shirt is covered in dirt and it’s bugging me,” Tiger admitted harshly. “But I used to live like this all the time.”

“Okay, well, I didn’t. And you’ve gone soft, remember?” Liv gave her a knowing look.

Tiger stared at Liv. “…you’re lucky you’re more likable than Futturman.” Liv’s face fell at the mention of Josh. Tiger bit the inside of her lips and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought him up. Let’s just- let’s talk…to TyAnne.” She said her name in a nasally voice, mocking TyAnne’s.

Tiger trailed behind Liv as they wandered the halls of the mansion, looking for TyAnne’s room. It wasn’t hard to find, it was only one hall over from theirs and they could see her through the glass door sitting on her bed, pouting and cutting up something.

Tiger stayed behind Liv as she politely knocked on the clear door.

TyAnne made a whining sound. “Knock denied!” She yelled without even looking up. “You know you’re not allowed here, dad!”

“It’s Liv,” Liv said. “And Tiger, or other you?”

“Can we come in?” Tiger asked, sounding annoyed.

TyAnne looked up through her lashes. “Fine. But tell my dad I’m not coming out.”

Liv pushed through the door. “He’s not here.”

TyAnne pinched her brows together and looked up at them fully. “That’s weird…usually when I storm off like that he’s lurking in the hall begging for my forgiveness.”

“Can’t he just walk through the door? He’s just a hologram or whatever the fuck.” Tiger asked, folding her arms as she followed Liv inside.

TyAnne giggled. “He wishes! We made a deal when I was fifteen that I would stop wearing napple-dazzlers and he would take my room off the grid so I could become a woman in private.” She looked at Liv and gave her a funny look. “I’ve never thought of wearing a robe as a dress. That’s brave.” She smirked and looked down at what she was cutting up, which were jeans.

“Um, actually TyAnne, we were wondering if you would be willing to let us borrow some of your clothes?” Liv asked as nicely as she could. “Your dad didn’t give us any.”

TyAnne looked up at Liv again and was quiet for a moment. “Your name is Liv?” TyAnne said finally.

Liv looked back at Tiger. “Um, yeah?”

TyAnne hummed and went back to cutting the jeans into shorts. “Okay Liv, give me a second.”

Liv looked back over at Tiger, waiting for her to say something too. Tiger’s fingers dug into her biceps. “I like your pantlets.” Tiger managed to say in a somewhat nice voice.

TyAnne looked at Tiger. “They’re jorts, I made them. I design all my own clothes that only I wear because everyone else wears those stupid ugly jumpsuits.”

Tiger huffed out a laugh. “They are pretty stupid.” She took a step closer to TyAnne’s bed. “I used to live in the 50s- the 1950s- and back then I would mend my own socks,” she took off her shoe to show TyAnne. “Pretty nimble darning stitch right there.”

TyAnne leaned over to look at Tiger’s sock. She looked impressed. “That’s some nice needlework.” She admitted. “Wait!” She gasped, Liv and Tiger both looked startled. “Is this wool?! I’ve never seen wool before!”

“I mean, you can have them if you want.” Tiger offered. Liv smiled to herself. Maybe this was a good idea after all.

TyAnne looked up at Tiger, unable to figure out how she felt about the offer. Instead of accepting, she stood up and put her jorts down. “Liv, you look good in blue.” She said, bouncily prancing over to her closet. “And you…” she looked at Tiger and looked her up and down. She disappeared into her closet without another word. Liv and Tiger exchanged uncomfortable looks.

TyAnne came out with some of the most plain clothes she owned, a plain blue shirt and matching blue pants and black shirt and pants for Tiger.

“I know what you’re doing by the way,” TyAnne said, handing Liv and Tiger the clothes. Tiger and Liv just looked at her, confused. “You have a time machine. You could survive literally anywhere, but you’re here, looking for a home.” Her nasally voice was soft.

Tiger opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything, looking down at the black clothes. Liv avoided eye contact too. Was that why Tiger seemed fine with staying?

“Come on, Tiger,” said TyAnne, softly. “If you can’t be honest with yourself, who can you be honest with? Liv? Wolf?” Tiger shot Liv a glance, still looking down. TyAnne understood. “Wolf doesn’t know, does he?” Her voice sounded genuinely concerned.

Tiger’s eyes were full of hurt as she looked at TyAnne and shrugged. “He just wouldn’t understand.” She looked over at Liv. “The plan wasn’t to come back to a world like this,” she looked back at TyAnne. “But, if you’re here, and you’re actually not so bad, then, well…it’s easier for me to imagine a home here.” She confessed.

Liv swallowed hard as her grip on the clothes tightened. Tiger didn’t have a plan.

TyAnne gave Tiger a smile. “Oh,” her smile fell and her face turned vicious. “This home’s taken. No one wants you here.” She stared Tiger down, her whiny voice laced with venom.

Liv and Tiger both stared at TyAnne like two deers caught in headlights. “S-sorry-“ Liv stuttered. “We’ll…go back to our room now. Thanks for the clothes.”

“You’re welcome. Liv.” TyAnne made a point to only look at her.

They left TyAnne’s room and walked back to their room in silence. Tiger’s expression was blank.

“Tiger, I’m sorry, I really thought she was starting to like us-“

“Well, she’s me, she doesn’t like anyone.” Tiger interrupted loudly.

Josh

Josh jolted awake.

“Hey, you slept through the hose-off.” Binx, Josh’s fellow Stray, said cheerfully. “You must have really been out of it because that water was cold…and hard.”

Josh looked around, panicking. He was in chains again, locked in a cellar like an animal. The cement floor was covered with straw.

“Fuck,” he muttered, fear apparent in his voice. “I have to get out of here.” A key landed in his lap, making him jump. He picked it up and looked up. Wolf stood behind the chainlink barrier. “Wolf?!”

“I had to wait until after the hose-down.” He gruffed quietly. “Meet me around back.” Wolf glanced over at Binx.

“Just him.”

“Okey-dokey.” Binx smiled. For whatever reason, Binx believed that if he were to come into the NAG as a Stray he could work his way up in the world so his future children would have a better life. Josh knew that would not be the case for him.

Josh scrambled to unchain himself.

Tiger and Liv

“We’re leaving.” Tiger threw a canteen at Liv, who was curled up in bed. It hit Liv on the shoulder.

“Ow!” Liv sat up.

“What are you doing? It’s only 7.” Tiger stomped into the bathroom and filled her own canteen with water.

“I was going to bed because I’m sad.” Liv mumbled.

“We’re going to get Wolf from that NAG place. TyAnne was right, we’ve got a time machine and we can go anywhere we want.” Tiger walked out of the bathroom. “Get up, let’s go.”

Liv stared at Tiger in disbelief. “Oh, so now you have a plan?”

“Yes, now chop chop, let’s go. I was able to pry some information out of Stu’s computers on how to get into the NAG without being caught.” Tiger pulled Liv out of bed.

“Like, actually?” Liv was still shocked.

“Yes, like actually. What part of let’s go do you not understand?” Tiger rolled her eyes and pushed Liv towards the bathroom. “Fill up your canteen, it’ll take us about an hour.”

The secret way into the NAG was a system of tunnels, and Liv was getting flashbacks of climbing into the sewer.

“How will we know where to find him?” Liv asked in a hushed voice. The size of the tunnels varied, some spots they had to crawl, while others they could walk hunched over. Right now they were walking while hunching awkwardly.

“I’m a tracker.” Tiger said flatly.

“Right,” Liv panted.

Tiger stopped suddenly, holding a hand out in front of Liv. “I hear something.” She whispered. “I’ll make sure the coast is clear, stay.” She ordered. Liv waited with baited breath as Tiger crept towards an opening in the tunnel. “Clear.” Tiger whispered loudly. Liv hurried over to Tiger’s side.

It was dark outside but the stars were bright. “It smells like shit.” Liv whispered.

“Then we’ve made it to the NAG. That’s what Stu’s computer said at least.” Tiger moved forward out into the open stealthily. They crept in the shadows behind shacks, that’s what all the buildings looked like at least. Tiger stopped again, abruptly, bending down and grabbing a handful of dirt and sniffing it.

“Is it him?” Liv whispered.

“He’s over there.” Tiger pointed ahead to a shack, the scrap metal door slightly opened and light peeked through the opening. Tiger marched over. Liv cautiously followed, worried that Tiger would barge in and there would be no Wolf, only random NAG civilians.

Tiger’s loud footsteps made Liv wince and look around, scared people would come out of their little shack houses and catch them. But no one came, the streets of the NAG were relatively quiet this time of night.

“Wolf,” Tiger poked her head into the opening of the door. “Pack your shit, we’re leaving-“ she stopped. Liv stood behind her, unable to see anything but Tiger’s back. Tiger stepped back out and turned to look at her. Liv’s eyes were wide. She didn’t hear any reaction from the inside of the shack.

“Was it not him?” She asked in a nervous voice.

“It’s, uh, it’s him,” Tiger said, voice less stern and sounding a lot softer. “It’s Wolf, and…” Tiger forced the door open wider.

Inside was Wolf, looking shocked that Tiger and Liv had been able to get in and…

Liv’s heart leapt into her throat in the best way possible. She let out a sound that was a mix between a strangled scream and a gasp. Josh stood across from Wolf. Josh’s eyes went wide.

“Liv?!”

“Josh!!”

A/N: SORRY SORRY SORRY!!!!!! I have been a busy girl lately hahaha!! Trust me when I say I will be better!!! I’ve been dating this guy lately so I’ve been a little distracted LMAOOOOOO fun fact!! My best friend Alyx and my little brother say that he looks like Peeta, so that’s really funny, I really do have a type and it’s men who look like jhutch characters!!!!! I hope you enjoyed!!!! Love you guys!!!!!

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Hazbin Hotel season 1 review

Last night, I finally watched the last two episodes of Hazbin Hotel's season 1. And this is going to be a non-spoiler review. Even though I feel like I should spoil some stuff towards the end of the review. A heads up before you read this.

Anyway, in 2019, I was one of the many who watched and really liked the pilot of Hazbin Hotel on YouTube. I along with many people waited for four to almost five years for the official show to premiere. I was also happy that the show was picked up.

This is all going to be my opinion and I want to talk about some other things too. So, expect this to be long. Because it's going to be a lengthy read possibly. Including I am trying to get better because I've been sick for a few days. Which has been really bothering me. But I'll be okay, I've slowly been getting better.

Also, I had wondered if I should rewatch the last two episodes. But I want to write this review anyway.

Anyway, yes, I like Hazbin Hotel. I also like Helluva Boss, which I'm glad we had that before Hazbin premiered. I've waited years for this show to officially air on a streaming service. And what do I think about it. In a nutshell, I genuinely liked it.

In all seriousness when I think about it. The waiting for this show feels like it was worth it. The animation is top notch, especially as the episodes go on. The animators do such a fantastic job with the visuals. All the voice actors do a splendid job. And the musical parts, the performances in those songs. Those are truly the highlights of the show. There's a lot of good songs throughout this season. Some really stand out. Some of my favorites were honestly "Loser, Baby", "More Than Anything", and seriously, all of them are good in their own right.

And the humor was fine at times too. I do feel like maybe it's my sickness really affecting my mindset with how I feel. Or I just wanted to laugh out loud more at some moments. But I sadly didn't do that. Yet the humor is fine. Some of it is hit and miss and it turns out I'm not the only one who thinks this.

I also want to talk about something concerning the show. And what I feel like is a problem for me personally. Because in all seriousness, the show is fine. In fact, I wouldn't mind it being 8 episodes...if the episodes were 30 minutes long instead of 24 minutes.

Before the finale premiered. I didn't want to talk about this. But when the finale was closing in. To me personally at first, this show felt more like a possible limited series instead of a first season. Because I legit felt like the idea that Charlie is already dealing with Heaven now this quick seems...kind of insane. Including the finale, we have the final battle with the exorcists? It felt like we were already at the series finale. Like, we were speed running things. Especially the fact instead of 13 episodes something like Hilda would do with its first two seasons. But instead, we have 8 episodes with 24 minutes. Like...that's 192 minutes and that's 3.2 hours. That's essentially the length of an extended cut for a movie. And as I've grown older, I've realized with the more time you have for a show or a movie, you can properly use to develop characters and other things.

I genuinely question if the 8 episodes were Amazon's decision or anything else. Because I'm aware showrunners aren't in control of how many episodes they are given. I'm hoping that for season 2, they are given more episodes. Because 8 episodes felt very short with that time frame. Granted, I liked the episodes and what we were given. But there's also another thing.

I think I expected a bit much from season 1. Considering Vivziepop or Vivienne as I should call her has said Hazbin is darker than Helluva Boss. Which...says a lot to me. But again, I expected a lot more out of season 1 because it felt like they were speed running some things.. Yet season 1 was essentially setting up more of the world.

I'm wondering what else to say. Like, I'm going to reveal some major spoilers in the next paragraph. The finale does end with some things that legit made me REALLY want a season 2 right away. Because holy crap, there are things that they need to follow up on.

The whole thing with Pentious getting into Heaven, that's game changing when you realize Charlie's hotel actually worked. But what about Adam? Is he going to go through a similar thing instead he's stuck in Hell? Who the Hell has Alastor on a leash? Because they did not reveal that yet. And why the Hell has Lilith been in Heaven for the past seven years? Which also likely destroys that theory that Lilith was the having Alastor on a leash.

Also, there are other little details I've wondered about because it while the pilot is canon. There have been little changes. Like, I legit question is Charlie still 200 years old? Or did they change because I legit question how she ages when everyone considers her young. And is Angel still Italian or is he Bronx now considering how he spoke at times. I'm remembering the details Vivienne confirmed before Hazbin was picked up for an official series. Because some details may have changed. Including Vaggie's "Date of death in 2014" not being a thing possibly...because of the twist that she's an angel.

Anyway, despite my complaints. The show isn't bad. The characters are entertaining and there are some arcs going on. The thing with Husk and Angel is going to be a slow building one which I like. And I always did love Charlie and Vaggie. I honestly wished we had more of Charlie's raw reaction when she found out Vaggie is an angel. And it's rather strange how I wanted Charlie to go full on ape shit in the last two episodes. Because that girl was in her darkest moment during that time. But while I loved her, "FUCK YOU, YOU OLD BITCH!" which is honestly haha. Honestly, I'm talking about more what I wanted or expected the show to do. And I feel like an angrier Charlie wouldn't have helped during episode 8. Also...I'm not saying Charlie is weak but despite being the Princess of Hell...Adam really kicked her ass before Lucifer came along, like damn. She's still strong though.

I think I've said enough. But I want to say something else too. You know, with all the controversies this show gets and there are things I agree with. I'm going to sound like a fucking douchebag. If some or a lot of these folks focused all their anger and energy into the kind of shit I have been trying to help with. Or maybe simply ignore the show...I don't wanna talk about it. But it's something that's been eating at my mind.

Anyway, yeah, I enjoyed the show. Maybe I should watch it all in one go considering how short the season is. And despite its flaws, it's an enjoyable show and I'm really intrigued with what they will do with season 2. I'm hoping they have more episodes next time though.