#goddamn i have an awful fucking headache now

[aroace-poly-show]

idfk anymore dude

[ashintheairlikesnow]

ash i love vince so much he is my number 2 babygirl (antoni number 1 babygirl forever)

i would like to formally request some vince having a Bad Time, either past stuff with owen or present with recovery being a bitch

because there is nothing better than lovely characters having bad times that they absolutely do not deserve

CW: Alcoholism, withdrawal/cravings, alcoholic anger, Vince and Jameson both PTSD-ing all over the place, guilt

Oh, poor Vince. Takes place post-the Same Bed Arc, after Vince is living with Nat and Jameson.

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Vince doesn't even look up when he hears Jameson stop in the doorway. He just pours a few shots worth of the gin into the glass, staring fixedly down at it. The liquid, clear as water but with the herbal scent washing over him like a welcome spring rain, spreads over the ice with those gentle cracks he knows better than his own heartbeat.

God, it looks good.

His hands don't shake, now. His heart doesn't race. He doesn't feel sweaty, or upset, or like he'll be sick.

He just feels like he's staring at the solution to all his problems, and all he has to do is swallow it down.

This should feel awful - he knows it should. It should taste awful, there should be something to remind him of the damage he does to himself every time he drinks again. He should hear his sponsor speaking in the back of his mind, he should hear the voices of the others at the meetings he goes to - one for alcoholism, one for survivors of sexual assault, twice a week there's movie star Vincent goddamn Shield among the normal people and admitting he's barely human, just a wreck that only survived Owen Grant because Nat decided she gave a fuck about him for reasons Vince still doesn't understand.

Here he stands, a hollow shell wearing a nice face who let someone else suffer in his place and was grateful for it for far too long.

Kauri hates him but it's nothing compared to how much he hates himself.

Vince lifts the glass, hesitating at the last second with the cool rim just touching his lower lip. Gin smells like blacking out and right now he could use the blessed darkness, hangover be damned.

He can worry about that when the headache kicks in tomorrow morning.

He realizes he's waiting for the sickening crawl of guilt at letting Nat down, at-... at letting himself down. Maybe that will come later, but right now... He feels goddamn good. Settled. Calm.

He and Jameson meet eyes just as he tosses the drink back, three large swallows of juniper-scented gin down his throat like water, leaving only the ice cubes behind.

The burn is perfect.

He pours himself another drink, feeling the warmth slowly spread through his chest to his shoulders, eyes briefly closing. God, it feels like goddamn heaven.

He looks up.

Jameson is still standing there in the doorway, looking oddly soft in a loose sweater that's far too big for him and a pair of old jeans that probably cost a dollar at a yard sale and even that was too much. Vince has jeans that distressed, somewhere.

His cost more than five hundred dollars.

He chokes on the next drink from trying not to laugh.

Jameson's eyes narrow. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Vince takes another sip, eyes half-closed, letting himself take it slow this time and really enjoy the taste.

He'd honestly been surprised the little liquor store down the block even carried this brand of gin. Not that he wouldn't have bought whatever he could get, when he stood there feeling like he would die if he had to go another day, but still. It's nice to have seen his favorite stuff, top shelf, pricier than it had any right to be. It's not even that good, but it's still his favorite. It still tastes, to him, like the nights he sleeps without nightmares, few and far between.

Gin tastes like those nights he gets to sleep at all.

The cashier had looked surprised as she wiped off the dust and rang it up for him. Then, with a shy smile, she'd asked him if anyone ever told him he looked a lot like Vincent Shield. He'd been kind of sad she didn't card him - it would have been nice to see the look on her face when she saw his name.

Instead, he paid in cash, laughed, and told her the standard I get that a lot, actually.

Jameson doesn't move closer, or leave. "It looks like you're fucking yourself up," He says, lingering in the doorway. "You can't just start drinking again. You know that, right?"

"Oh, I sure as hell can." Vince laughs, but it's a bitter sound. He licks the gin lingering on his lips, then gestures at the bottle. "Have some with me."

He's caught, for just a moment, when he sees Jameson wearing an expression Vince has never seen on him before. He looks... nervous. Afraid, almost, instead of angry.

"I-I don't want to," Jameson says, but there's a way he says it that makes Vince think he'd drink if he offers again. Maybe he wants to, or maybe he just doesn't want to make Vince mad.

If he commanded it, if he gave an order... Jameson would be as he's told, wouldn't he? Damn, that would be some power to have over someone.

This must be why Owen liked it so much.

No.

He won't think about Owen right now.

Vince gulps down liquid until he's breathless, almost panting. The warmth is like the familiar cradle of a softer reality settling in. He makes himself slow down this time, picking up an ice cube and sucking the juniper taste right off it before crunching it with his teeth.

"Vince." Jameson's voice gets harsher, and something seems to break his brief paralysis. He moves closer, grabbing the bottle and pulling it away when Vince puts a hand out to pour the third drink. "Fucking... look at me. What the fuck?"

Vince's hand just... hangs out there, reaching for a bottle that isn't where it was. He stares at the empty space, and feels that dark inside of him threaten to well up yet again. "What?"

Jameson swallows, his eyes moving to the glass, back to Vince's face. He steps backwards, and Vince watches the bottle go with him with a piercing need that could easily knock him off his feet if he weren't holding onto the back of a chair. Jameson clears his throat. "Aren't you... like, sober now?"

"Mmmn. Was. Got the like... three month chip thing and everything." He's gotten thoroughly wasted so many times in his life. Nothing relaxes him better than enough alcohol to force his body to stop living in constant, unending fear of who might hurt him next. "Right now, I am tipsy instead. In about an hour, I'm going to be absolutely fucked up. Give me back my gin."

Jameson's hand moves - then he jerks it back, taking a few steps backwards until he's back in the doorway. His eyes are on Vince's face, watching him with a total focus that Vince recognizes from the others he's worked with over the years - Jameson's just a trained pet, in this moment, watching to see if the master will be angry.

It makes him laugh again, more bitterly this time. Is he the master? Has he ever been his own master, let alone anyone else's?

"I... I can't do that," Jameson says, and Vince hears that he doesn't say no. When Vince moves towards him, he backs up a little more, and Vince comes to a stop just a foot or so away.

"Am... am I scaring you?" He asks, suddenly.

It wasn't what he meant to say, he meant to demand his drink again. Instead, this question that... that just sort of falls out of him like a waterfall.

Jameson's jaw sets and his eyes narrow. "You're not doing shit to me," He snaps, but Vince knows he's really saying yes.

Is this why people buy pets? So they can see something pretend not to be scared, and know they're the monster not just under the bed, but in it?

"Oh," He whispers. "What is it? Why are you scared? I'm just a drunk asshole, why are you scared of me?"

Jameson bristles, but then he offers - as if it's pulled out of him against his will - the softest explanation. "Brute and Robert got drunk all the time. I know what happens when-... when people get this kind of drunk."

There's a look in his eyes Vince has seen before in Kauri's. Not fear of him, not directly, but fear of someone like him, maybe. Fear of having demands made that can't be denied.

Is this how Owen felt, every time Kauri had to playact the loving boyfriend with bruises on his wrists and terror making his heart race? Is this how it feels to have power over somebody else when you can't even control yourself?

It's... it's good, almost.

It feels better than he thought it would.

"Back up, Shield," Jameson hisses, like a cat spitting and arching its back, ready to attack with claws and sharp teeth not because it's confident in victory but because it's so small it has to fight to have even the slightest chance to survive.

Vince looks him over, reading with an actor's expertise how he's projecting a confident swagger he never feels, how the irritation layers itself so carefully over a vulnerability that he sees as weakness. Vince has lived that way, too, since he was twenty-one, since his best friend turned out to be a rapist who wanted Vince to himself, since he started drinking to forget every single night and putting on the perfect face during his days.

They both survived, didn't they?

Jameson just did it by fighting his way out, and Vince by pretending to be someone he wasn't until nobody knew who he actually was, and that's a way of surviving, too. Wear another face, and make sure no one sees the fear in your real one, so they can't refuse to help you... because you've never asked.

"No." At least one of them can say it. Although that makes Vince's heart twist with ugly guilt, the petty cruelty of the thought. "Give me my gin," Vince says, pitching his voice low, and holds out his hand. "Now, Jameson. Give it to me."

"I can't." The strength is gone from Jameson's voice, and he looks at Vince with those dark eyes searching his own, trying to make himself understood. "If you drink, your-... your body's not used to it anymore, if you drink the same amount you'll fucking kill your stupid liver."

"What do you care about my liver?" Vince's voice drops low, almost a whisper. "What do you care about me, about my goddamn joke of a life, huh? What the fuck do you care? Why should anyone care?"

There's a flicker of something in Jameson's eyes - recognition, maybe. Something that lights up, just for a second, before the other man shoves Vince to the side with sudden violent strength and stalks to the sink, turning the bottle over and pouring that expensive artisan gin right down the drain.

"No!" Vince's voice is a ragged shout as he lunges after him, but it's too little too late.

Jameson's foot kicks out and slams into Vince's calf, sending him stumbling, clawing desperately as the gin is gone, glug glug glug, down into the pipes, disappearing towards the ocean.

Rage and terror fight in Vince's mind in a sudden white noise and he gets to his feet, grabbing Jameson by the arms and squeezing as hard as he can, shoving him back across the room. He hears Jameson hit one of the chairs, the clatter of wood and Jameson's grunt of pain as both hit the ground hard. The bottle is in the sink, and even when Vince scrambles to pick it back up, there's less than an inch of gin left.

He sucks it down, and only once he's gotten that final drop does he suddenly go still.

Oh.

There's the guilt and the horror and feeling sick at himself, just... twenty minutes too late. He sets the empty bottle carefully down, and then turns slowly around to look at Jameson.

Jameson sits on the kitchen floor, staring up at him with wide eyes. His face is pale, making the scar that twists the corner of his mouth stand out even more. His hair is nearly grown back in now, the bald patches hidden by the rest.

Vince exhales in a rush. "Oh, hell. Jameson-" He holds out a hand.

Jameson flinches.

Vince pulls his hand back, backing up until his back hits the edge of the sink. "Right. Okay. I'm-... I'm sorry Jameson-"

"Yeah." Jameson's voice is gruff, all the vulnerability and fear wiped away as soon as he realizes it's showing. He gets to his feet, shoulders protectively hunched, arms crossed in front of himself defensively. "Whatever. Sure you are. Drink yourself to death, shitbag, if that's what you want."

"I'm so sorry."

Jameson's jaw works. "... Everybody's always sorry. Then I get fucking hit again." Then he turns and walks - limps, really, his knees threatening to give out with every step - away. Vince stands there, frozen, listening as he makes his slow, painful way up the stairs.

Vince stares at the place he was for a while - he isn't sure how long. The gin is sinking its velvet claws into his mind, and he's drunker than he should be after only two drinks.

But then, it's been months.

Months, he made it without taking even a sip.

He swallows, again and again, and then pulls his cell phone out of his pocket, finds a contact, and presses the button to make the call.

The phone rings until he's certain it'll go to voicemail, before a voice he knows as well as his own is in his ear.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I-I need to talk to you," He stammers, his heart cold. "Please. Please. I-I've been drinking. I need... I need help."

There's a pause.

"From... me?"

"Yeah... yeah. You'll-... I need somebody who won't be nice to me-"

"Oh, well, if there's anything I love it's the chance to be mean to you, let me drop my entire life to come listen to you whine about yours."

"Please."

An exhale. "Whatever. Yeah, okay. I'll be over there in like... half an hour? An hour, maybe. Drink some water and I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't leave the house."

"Thanks... thank you, Kauri."

Kauri hangs up.

Vince pours himself a glass of water over the leftover gin-soaked ice, sipping it, barely flavored with a hint of the liquor he wants so badly. He rights the chair he'd accidentally shoved Jameson into, and listens to the creaking floorboards and muffled cursing above him as Jameson makes his halting painful way from stairway to his room, a couple thumps when he clearly falls and had to force himself back upright, until the pacing abruptly stops when he must have collapsed into his bed.

He hears the gentle patting of Trash Cat's paws as she leaves her place on the living room couch and follows him, too, her soft meowing until Jameson opens his door to let her come in after him. Then silence again.

Vince sits back down at the table, leaning over with his head in his hand, staring as the ice slowly melts, cooling the water around it.

He should have called his sponsor instead.

Whatever Kauri is about to say can only make this worse.

But he deserves it, anyway.

Vince doesn't move a muscle until he hears the sound of Jake's truck pulling into the driveway, crunching briefly over gravel before it's on the pavement again, when he raises his head.

Kauri walks in without knocking, stops in the doorway to the kitchen, and looks at him like his younger self ashamed of what he's grown into. Vince knows Jake must have driven him, but he's nowhere to be seen - maybe just staying outside, for now. He's clearly dressed for bed in a matching navy blue silk button-up and pajama pants, barefoot even.

"Hey," Vince says, weakly. The alcohol feels like poison now, not the soothing warmth it had been before. "I... I fucked up, Kauri."

"Yeah, I can tell just by looking at you, you're a goddamn mess." Kauri looks at Vince head-on, even though it still hurts him to do it, and Vince can see the flinch he suppresses as the headache kicks in. His blue eyes are identical to Vince's in nearly every way, except that Kauri's gaze has always been stronger. "What the hell did you do?"

"I got... I drank."

"Yep. I can see the gin bottle. Did you drink all of it?" Kauri's voice is flat and businesslike. It's like having his own younger self dressing him down, and somehow that feels... really good. Better than he thought it would.

"... No. Just a couple drinks. Jameson poured the rest out."

"Good for him." Kauri flickers a smile. "Where is he?"

"I-... I scared him."

"... you scared him?"

"Yeah. I was-... I wasn't-... I didn't mean to, but-"

"Shut up. All right. Tell me what you did. I'll fix it. This time, taking your place so I suffer for years while you run off and become obscenely wealthy is off the table, got it?"

Vince looks at him in horror only to see a surprising warmth in Kauri's smile. Not... not affection, but something like it. A wry compassion, maybe. Something else he doesn't deserve. "I don't know. I don't know if I can fix this, Kauri. I don't know."

"Well... I happen to the resident expert in trying to avoid dealing with your problems while making them all worse, so talk to me. Tell me what you did, start to finish. We'll figure out what comes next."

Vince lowers his head into his arms.

"Thank you," He says, muffled.

"Not enough thanks in the world, dumbass. Lucky for you I'm an amazing person who just happens to have spent most of my twenties making stupid drunk mistakes. So stop stalling and start talking."

-

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[starlightswordfight]

rescue corps headcanons because I'm insane

(there are many)

– mirror pronouns pom

– that's all I got

– man!!

– Bernard started TALKING in this specific MANNER for the BIT years and years back and now he can't STOP he is STUCK someone HELP him

– he ALSO might be doing it to try to put EMPHASIS on the words he believes should have it and sometimes HE DOES not succeed

– he reads as ADHD coded to me but it might be because I also talk like that so take that with a grain of salt

– "HEY GIRL. I MEAN ANY PRONOUNS"

– Bernard had the most normal home life by far. No contest, won by default. I have a GREAT relationship with both of MY parents because they LOVE me

– he is incredibly observant. alarmingly so. will sometimes act out of the loop on purpose, if he thinks things would just be easier that way. accidentally learns everything about everyone, the guy's an information magnet and he doesn't know how to feel about that

– do you guys think Russ has made a spacesuit with the doc ock arms because I think he has and that he actively uses it on missions

– occasionally jumpscares people and giggles about it. he got the tendency to do this from his mother, who can smell fear

– while I doubt Russ would do things "for the bit" he would ABSOLUTELY act on impulse in the name of the scientific method. this has gotten him hurt before. it's fine

– does not make coffee he just eats the fucking grounds. "it's a Giyan thing, you wouldn't understand" this is not true at all he is LYING

– Russ and Yonny get into frequent arguments (light banter) about literally everything and I mean Everything. They could work together they'd be really powerful that way, but they don't

– Russ has so many genuinely funny science puns that he makes and no one ever gets them and it devastates him

– except for Yonny, who is too busy searching for ethics guideline loopholes to acknowledge that he understands the joke

– Yonny has the most HORRIFIC life stories and will drop them CASUALLY. thought they were funny, is only now beginning to realize that it does in fact make people concerned and uncomfortable when he does that

– prefers paper books to digital because he's prone to headaches!! cites "phone bad book good" as the official reason but that's not the reason

– nonbinary and evil. presentation tends to "default" as masc but switches up often! hey girl I mean any pronouns

– knows like a hundred million dead languages for absolutely no reason

– makes art in his spare time because murder is wrong

– Shepherd sleeps with a nightlight, or at the very least can't rest well in complete darkness!! she's just like me fr !!!!

– "she snores" thank you duncan for your contribution. honk shoe

– also I think she might be autistic I can't fully back that one up do not ask me to but look at her. she cares about dogs the way I care about fish

– prone to coming across the wrong way, tone wise. very very good at giving backhanded compliments that were meant to be fully sincere and just got horribly lost in translation. this keeps her up at night. she feels AWFUL

– big fan of karaoke!! not exactly GOOD at it but we love her initiative

– as afraid as she is of the pikmin, their voices and funny little words are very catchy and she does find herself repeating them often. she will not admit this. it is embarrassing

– Collin is also autistic. I could make an entire separate post on this I'm being so goddamn serious, I have so much reasoning, I am fully confident that he is, and that he masks REALLY hard, and it enormously fucked him up

– special interest in machinery (NO ONE saw THIS coming)

– transmasculine. his name is a pun on "call in." heard the phrase and realized he had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever

– we only hear about his grandfather, and not even from him; no other family is mentioned at all!! went no contact with like everybody else, above points might be why. people with normal childhoods don't stand like that

– adding onto the canon sleep talking with sleep movement! a LOT of it! has probably kicked someone before!!

– "he wakes up upside down" thank you duncan

– i think maybe Dingo might still have glow stick light up bones. will rediscover this one day during an expedition mishap and it will be an Experience

– not a hc but Dingo is the type of guy to get bit in a zombie apocalypse and not tell anyone until the literal last second

– "he would also say "fuck my stupid baka life"" thank you duncan

– would fight by rolling up his sleeves and jumping around cartoonishly. he would more likely talk like he's winning the fight when he is in fact actively losing. "had enough yet? (on the floor)"

– definitely games and he wins the competitive ones by button mashing. "I'll never tell you my strategy" he prays that's the strategy

– his sleep schedule is NOT normal. it's so beyond skewed. he either gets like 2 hours of sleep or he wakes up the following night not knowing what year it is

[monsterblogging]

So I rewatched Pacific Rim: The Black to refresh myself on how bad it was, and once again I am just kind of in awe at how god-awful it is.

The Black very literally takes the magic out of Pacific Rim. You know how "drift hangover" refers to a persistent psychic connection between pilot and jaeger? Welp, here "drift hangover" is used to refer to a headache after drifting. Ghost drifting (you know, when pilots get psychic with each other) is turned into ghost piloting, which is when a pilot drifts with the memory of another pilot. Like, it's understandable if most people don't clock the mysticism and animism underpinning Guillermo del Toro's vision of Pacific Rim, but this is a very deliberate effort to erase where humans can just have funky psychic shit happen to them sometimes.

The Black doesn't really seem to understand how drifting works. Two characters have a heated argument without falling out of alignment. Another character functionally has a mind-reading ray. There's no real comprehension of what drift compatibility is and how it works.

The child soldiers are younger than ever. Taylor looks like he was maybe twelve at most when he was taking his pilot's test. Like. Actual twelve year olds are getting certified as jaeger pilots in this world. And this is framed as a good and desirable thing. Literally what the fuck.

The Black calls Horizon Brave "Horizon Bravo," and claims it's a Mark IV jaeger. If you have literally any access to any information about Horizon Brave at all, you know it's a Mark I jaeger.

The jaeger piloted by the children (Atlas Destroyer) is claimed to be a Mark III jaeger, yet uses the type of fuel cells introduced in Uprising. Like it was a whole fucking plot point that Lady Danger was a nuclear jaeger. Literally all they would've had to do was make Atlas Destroyer a Mark VI. It would have been fine.

Atlas Destroyer has a bunch of features Mark IIIs definitely didn't have. Remember how Raleigh and Yancy needed a crew to help them into their drivesuits? Atlas Destroyer just automatically tosses 'em on itself. Remember how Lady Danger's AI mostly just gave status updates? Atlas Destroyer's AI holds entire conversations. Again, you could've just made it a Mark VI, show.

And speaking of Atlas Destroyer's AI, for some goddamn reason the PPDC gave her an emotion chip. Because it's not hard enough to be a pilot already, now your jaeger gets to have anxiety.

The Black claims that Trespasser "smashed the Australian wall in the first attack." This is wrong on every conceivable level. Trespasser attacked San Francisco in the first attack, in 2013. The first kaiju to attack Sydney was Scissure, in 2014. The kaiju what smashed the wall was Mutavore, in 2025.

There is one queer-coded character. He is murdered in gory fashion.

There is one Indigenous-coded character who studies kaiju and their biology. He is depicted being into New Agey woo and wrongly believing that the kaiju he raised can love him. He dies when one of his kaiju eats him.

A major antagonist is depicted as a ruthless man who will kidnap, mindwipe, exploit, and even murder children. Then the show attempts to give him a redemption arc and we're supposed to actually care.

The PPDC refused to let the children's father retrieve them and the other survivors left behind in "the Black." (Read: Australia after the PPDC literally bombed it from space after a bunch of breaches started opening all over it.) Yeah, the PPDC can bomb an entire continent from space, but they can't spare a goddamn rescue helicopter.

Despite all of this and the aforementioned child soldiers, the PPDC is framed as the good guys and the only respite from the horrors of the Black; getting to the Sydney shatterdome is an unambiguously happy ending.

Early on we're lead to think that the PPDC might be getting its hands dirty with kaiju genetic experiments/bioweapon development. Later on we learn that it's the local kaiju cultists doing it. Now come on, which suspect actually makes sense here; the PPDC who can afford to build a killsat, or the kaiju cultists who apparently can't even afford a sterile room to perform a blood transfusion in?

The kaiju cultists are pretty obviously inspired by far right conspiracy theories about evil cults, rather than the actual behaviors of actual cults.

The kaiju sisters recruit by kidnapping women, turning them into kaiju hybrids, and forcing them into their hivemind. For some reason they kill all men. Despite this they are really obsessed with the idea that the half-kaiju smol, who for all appearances is a boy, is going to be their kaiju messiah. It really doesn't make sense, but then again, what can we expect from a slapdash job of far right conspiracy theories?

By the way, this is the PPDC banner literally hanging from the PPDC training center, in the show that is very firm in insisting that THE PPDC IS THE GOOD GUYS WHO PROTECT YOU:

[lil-tokyo-42]

Ben Hit You?!

This is inspired by a random TikTok by Best of Desi.

Context: THIS IS BEFORE JESSICA IS PREGNANT, Reader is Jessica Drew's Sister that Miguel has a crush on, Lyla keeps teasing him about it too.

-You we're sitting a top of his desk in his so called "office", watching him run his fingers over the sunlight yellow holographic screens that displayed the different cameras around the Spider Society. He never really talked that much with you no matter how many times you've hung out with him in his office like this.

-Apparently something urgent had came up and he had to have Jessica come with him, both of you got ready and waited at an unknown earth for Jess. After waiting for about 6 or 7 minutes, a portal opened with Jessica on her motorcycle as she stopped right in front of you and Miguel. Her shades having an unusual darker tint to them.

-"Hey Jess, you got sum new shades?!" You said walking closer to her as she look hesitant, Miguel was used to hearing your loud voice. "𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦. 𝘠'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸... ?" Miguel picked up her shaky voice. "Now you know I gotta try 'em onnn...." Your voice slowly faded as you took of her shades gently, revealing a bruise under her eye as she pleaded for you to not take them off but it was too late. "What the hell wrong wit yo damn eye?" Miguel also had a look of surprise on his face that was covered by his holographic suit. "𝘠-𝘺'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭-" "I don't wanna hear that bullshit ain't no wall did that shit, what the hell wrong with yo eye?!" You cut her off, a wave of rage now starting to flood your other emotions. Miguel could clearly sense that. "𝐘/𝐍, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧." He said in a somewhat soothing tone. "I ain't calmin' down till she give me a fuckin' answer!" You retaliated as Jess finally spoke up. "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥." Your rage finally hit its peak, you and Ben never really got along since you came to HQ and hearing this made you want to kill him...literally. "So you tellin' me Ben put his fucking hands on you?!!"

-Jessica was still hesitant to agree since she knew you had a worse temper than Miguel himself. "𝘠-𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪-" Her and Miguel's eyes went as wide as they could once they saw you pull out a small knife from some pocket in your spider suit, seeing Miguel's eyes wide under his suit was the funniest thing you could've seen all day. "SO YOU TELLIN' ME, BEN. PUT. HIS. HANDS. ON. YOU?!" They watched you pace around on the soil dirt ground. "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞-" Miguel asked with much concern.

-"Don't worry bout where I got the goddamn knife from!" You said in a tone that surely made his aroused, you could see his arousal too. "𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚'𝐚𝐦..." He says, giving up on trying to console you into calming down.

-"𝘠𝘦𝘢 𝘩-𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦-" Jessica admits for the second or third time. "Shit look like Mike Tyson done knocked yo ass out! Now I gotta go and shank the shit outta him!" You yelled again. "𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐥!" Miguel argues and grips your arm. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT NO JAIL!" You argue back and it makes him stunned, he really had the urge to let you make him your bitch. "DO IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A DAMN. ABOUT. JAIL?" You said waving the knife around, making him back up as Jessica rubbed her temples like this was giving her a headache, it probably was.

-"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!" You pull away from his arm as he watches in shock and awe at you and your (Braids,locks,curls, twists, or any other type hair) flow through the angry wind. "I'LL SHANK A MOTHA FUCKA."

-In the end you ended up having to be held back by Miguel while Jessica kept Ben far away from you for the next 3 weeks.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

[quillheel]

[storm] (Ryuji or Goro!) - @fantomevoleur

[ storm ] sender sees the awful weather conditions outside and insists receiver stay the night and ride it out.

“ You have to be joking. “ is the first thing that comes out of his mouth.

The remark is incredulous, a tinge of suspicion on the underside of his tongue, and perhaps only distantly patronizing, depending on how you looked at it. perhaps a challenge, beneath that, beneath his teeth like nerve roots lined with arsenic. a challenge to force his hand, a challenge to convince, a challenge, challenge, challenge.

or maybe it’s not there at all, but still, he raises a brow at Akira, hand resting on the long-since-closed cafe doorknob, collar popped in preparation against the snow hailing outside. the balls of ice tap the glass panes of windows like many unseen fingers. It makes Akechi antsy.

wine red eyes glance back out the window, watching as heavy snow falls, the creep of cold running out from under the door and tracing lines up his leg. his head cocks ever so slightly, the way it does sometimes when he’s studying, or more specifically, when he’s analyzing.

he wasn’t dressed for this kind of weather. ━ clothing warm but not warm enough even with his collar standing proud and hands tucked away only for so long, but not long enough out beneath the sky, anyway. he’d have something like 20 minutes at best at a time, hail no doubt making traversal trickier with boots not quite ready for ice. transport would be slowed too, and perhaps soon to come to a halt entirely as mechanisms freeze up. ( what time was it again? eyes flick to his watch : 6:47pm. ━ he shouldn’t have stayed this long. what was initially intended to be a brief stop before heading out again had turned into conversation, had turned into discussion, had turned into hours longer than intended. Fuck him, he should’ve left before sundown. he knew better, knew his timings, what to expect, and yet… and yet… )

he’d have maybe 40 minutes to an hour to get out there before it got unmanageable, and the city untraversable with it. ━ you’re already late, Goro, you need to go now. look him in the eye and stop beating around the goddamn bush, why don’t you?

Akechi looks back, back straight and chin ever so slightly forward and eyes steady on Akira; the way rifle sights are on game; the way he looks when he’s already made up his mind. His gloved hand never leaves its resting place ‘pon the handle. 

“ It’s just a little snow, Akira. “ he starts his case, smiling, fully intending to turn this either into an easy victory or a war, depending on how stubborn Akira feels tonight ( or how much he pisses them off ) “ I have somewhere to be tomorrow, it’s not like I can just stay the night, and even if I did and could get there in time, it’d be an interesting kind of headache to excuse myself walking out of a cafe before it’s even opened with one other known tenant, wouldn’t it? Especially when that tenant has a known crimical record. “ yowch, Akechi, talk about a low blow. you might as well have just said being seen with you would be a bad look for my image. ━ He feels bad for all of a second before continuing, “ Not to mention there’s no telling the roads will be cleared up or the subway in usual order by the time that happened, regardless. “

“ Really, It’s only going to get worse. If I don’t leave now, I’ll just be making it more difficult for myself later. Plus, unless I’m wrong, you only have one bed up there. “ Akechi raises an eyebrow, which makes it feel only slightly more incriminating than it is, by sheer virtue of Akechi being the one to point it out. He waits, then, for either reluctant defeat or a court battle. ━ their choice, really.

[asterjennifer]

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Blow

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: SE Saeran & Vanderwood (X reader)

Category: Light Angst (Comfort)

Warnings: X

Word count: 27398

Summary: A good heart to heart talk about feelings can open new doors for discovery.

To Saeran, Vanderwood knows surprisingly much about this type of relationship problem.

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“Tsk... Ah, this is so dumb.” 

He mumbled into the plastic of the vaporizer. Why again did Zen gifted it to him after mentioning the interest of many flavours they could be filled up with instead of a normal cigarette, which smelled just awful altogether.

At least it's strawberry…

The thought came through by utter annoyance. That frustration clinging to his back much like the demons in his head staying stuck. He sighed the smoke out; less of a headache than dealing with the whole group of charity lovers and one specific member in particular.

Why did I agree to this in the first place.

A mental image of his older twin brother flashed in front of the tired, ocean colored eyes. Of course he's aware what the reasons had been upfront; it's not as if anyone lied about their intentions.

Not these people… He thought bitter. I'm the outcast here and not them. Goddamn it.

Another intake of the electrical smoke and his gaze followed the stream of the river that's pulling through the entire city of their hometown. At night the stars, moon, even the lantern lights on the sides of the bridge reflected right back. A play of light to count the amount double at late hours.

“Here you are, boy.”

The voice behind didn't surprise him in the slightest. He'd known if Saeoyung wouldn't have come himself, he would absolutely sent out someone else to check on his brother. Some things never changed.

“What do you want.”

He blowed his breath unimpressed, feeling the presence behind him cross arms over his broad chest. Vanderwood eyed the other redhead skeptically, although he's doing nothing but leaning against the bridge of the river in peace.

“You fucked off as soon as she came in. So I figured I make sure you don't get depressed all alone.”

Saeran's left eye flinched by the words, or rather the exposure.

So Saeoyung didn't sent him. Am I being pampered by this whole organization now? I thought he's not caring about it anyway…

His shoulders tensed slightly and released themselves once the other joined next to him on the ice cold railing. Saeran watched out of the corner of his eye how Vanderwood joined on the train, yet pulled out a normal package of cigarettes in contrast.

“You know, boy…”

He started as he placed it between his lips while looking for the lighter.

“You can hide all you want. Ain't helping you running from whatever's going on.”

The redhead rolled his eyes at the advice. His arms were slacking over the metal, whether it's the cool of the night or the light wind passing through; if it's just a breeze at best. Saeran couldn't feel by how long he's already out. It was unnoticed. After a growl from Vanderwood having trouble get the fire on, he leaned in to watch the night sky as well. 

At least he's not going on my nerves…

Saeran briefly looked at his vaporizer. Wondering what's more unhealthy in the end of the day. Both wouldn't be good either way, it really didn't matter.

“Are you like,” the former agent waved his hand up. “Scared of her or something?”

“Doesn't concern you.” 

He immediately regretted the sour undertone of his counter. However, the older one only wheezed amused.

“Damn right you are, boy.”

Then why are you bothering me here… Can't I have at least one break in my life? I just want some peace and quiet.

Vanderwood's stare on Saeran was quite obvious in the message it held. He scanned his facial expression as well as the many features. Only to find one particular lie. To the redhead's misery; for a former agent under pressure daily, such unreadable clues' a children's play to figure.

“So it really is her, huh.”

He sounded unimpressed. Like it's no shocking news. As if it wasn't realistic to have any other outcome. Saeran's head lowered to see the stones underneath the layers of water better.

“Why are you bothering me about this–”

“Because this is the fifth time you storm out when she comes into the same place.”

The smell of wet nature rose into the redhead's nose after inhaling sharply. Out of the corner of his eye, Vanderwood noted the quick intake of air.

What do you know.

They remained in silence for a while. Saeran focused on the flowing water only a meter away from his feet, the weak humming of cars passing by further away. The wooden bridge occasionally cracking when one of them moved weight. The dark of the night resembling a blanket to hide in. The redhead took another strawberry tasing pull while leaving the man a few inches away to take his own smoke. His face hard to move; Saeran just shurgged.

“I don't wanna talk to her.”

He said petty, perhaps a bit scared by how his voice wavered for a second. Vanderwood tapped off the ashes into the river, raising an eyebrow at the moon.

“Sure as hell she wants to talk to you, though. She is asking about you every fucking time we meet as a group.”

He scoffed by the words.

“Ah fuck that, she always asks for you. She probably would ask about you even on a godforsaken funeral or something.”

The implications of his presence being as important to her left unwanted color to crawl over Saeran's cheeks. His red strands desperately trying to hide it, failing horribly regardless.

“That's not true.”

He hugged his arms tighter to his body by the sudden string hitting his chest. Vanderwood rested his elbow on the railing as he shook his head.

“Denying reality won't work,” he simply said. “What is the problem anyway…”

He wondered in genuine confusion since Saeran couldn't detect a hint of judgement.

“Don't you like… Like her too? Aren't you some pair of lovebirds?”

What the fuck is that supposed to mean– How would anyone understand any of the things we have. What is a label worth in a stupid situation like this…!?

His mind hissed angry into itself. All he did on the outside, however, was frown deeply while closing his eyes.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

He mumbled through gritted teeth. But the other didn't let loose when sighing out.

“Don't lie to me. I think every person with a pair of functional eyes can see it.”

Again, he blushed because of the bluntness in the honestly. So shameless.

“Look, you're right. This ain't my business.”

Vanderwood stated when flipping the rest cigarette away to also cross his arms, eyes calmly, almost unfocused about the conversation while staring up.

“But you're making shit unnecessary difficult. She's not her usual self when taking care of her tasks. She's lacking passion.”

That's true… They lately mentioned something about it in the chatrooms. Is it true? Is she that affected by everything?

“And you obviously can't stand being in the same room as her. Saeoyung's worries about it make by ears bleed.

Vanderwood rubbed his temple to rid the headache that's already settling in just thinking about the cries of the older twin. The corner of Saeran's lip twitched, full of uncertainty as his shoulders tensed harshly as a side effect.

“I just–” His voice broke off, head tearing to the other side. “I'm no good for her and she should finally get around to it.”

The beat of his heart began to race. Finally he spat out what's been plaguing his mind forever, this nasty whisper in moments of doubt. He truly loathed how they forced him to behave towards her. Rough when needing to be gentle, quite taken for granted on her part already. Mean when supposed to be kindhearted in return. Shutting her out after her working so hard doing her best opening him up. She'd cried enough already for a lifetime due to him; despite her not always admitting it. She's the prefect example of a daisy as he's just stomping all over her once she felt recovered from the step moments ago. He bit down the inside of his cheek to suppress the angered growl threatening to tear apart his throat. All the history in his life having him painted like the monster he felt himself becoming. It's sickening to himself; why should she find a single facture of appeal in someone so messed up? She's the metaphorical light. That's how they often referred to her as and it's fitting. His life's darkness itself, thus he's dark.

All you do his hurting and breaking her apart when she's literally having the entire RFA there for herself. A fucking CEO, a charming actor, a talented assistant, a smart college student… You know how much better Saeoyung would be for her–!

He rubbed his hand over his forehead once the voices won on volume. Vanderwood saw the deep frown on the redhead's face after paying attention to his body language.

“Boy.”

Saeran snapped out of the circle abruptly; meeting the face of Vanderwood unintentionally. The brown eyes spoke an foreign language to the redhead which he couldn't speak.

“You do realize this girl is down for you, right? Why are you pushing her away when you both are in agreement about this.”

The question mocked the younger twin enough in privacy all the time, now even the external voices called him out on it. He buried his eyes behind his hand, his posture slacking into a much smaller one.

“Because I'm not perfect for her.”

He said in the most self-pity way and it left him embarrassed.

“Someone normal would be good for her. Heck– Saeoyung already is perfect enough for her!”

He busted out, standing straight when moving his arms because of the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“I mean, have you seen them together?? He's kind to her, he's soft, he's loving and open about his emotions… How could I–”

How could I ever compete with that…

He groaned when not being able to say it out loud. It's his logic regardless; how should he compete with people like his brother. The sparkle igniting inside her eyes whenever he placed an arm around her spoke walls. How should a man that hurt her feelings keep her when there's a much warmer option right in front of her feet. Why would anyone stay with him.

I can never compete with that.

It worked him up to the point of feeling hot tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

“Oh, so it's because you're scared you're no good for her.”

Saeran didn't have to confirm the former agent to puzzle the pieces together. He only leaned back against the railing. Vanderwood tapped his Index finger in a silent rhythm at the metal, nodding his head in absent minded manner.

“Boy, let me tell you something…”

He said pointing his other finger to the river.

“There are they; all these reasons why you think he's so perfect for her.”

Then he pointed his thumb towards the other side.

“And that is what she views as perfect.”

Saeran's visible confusion had the older one gather some better words together. He turned to him, looking right through his eyes in order to see beyond. A strict albeit calm aura Saeran had rarely witnessed in life.

“You can't decide what's prefect for her, you idiot.”

They turned back forward to rest more. Vanderwood took out another cigarette, Saeran got conscious of his own vaporizer again and pushed the off button.

“You think she needs someone who's romantic? Kind, soft, open about emotions and whatnot. If that would be the case she would date him.”

He stated so confidential that Saeran almost couldn't doubt it. Vanderwood blowed another breath into the cold night air, it's there without any source of light near by.

“But the girl likes you.”

He pointed to the redhead with the cigarette ever so casually.

“That means she has different definition of perfect, you know.”

“I… I don't get it.”

“It's easy. She just needs other things than loving touch and soft kisses or whatever shit is considered romantic.”

Saeran couldn't help the short, fainted smile coming alive before dying down. Instead he stared back into the water and Vanderwood knew what it meant. There the doubt went wandering around yet again.

“If she likes you, she seeks something other than that.”

The gears started rattling above the redhead with the statement hanging in the air.

But what would that be? I don't have anything… I am nothing special. On the contrary. I'm a horrible person. Criminal… Awkward and issue-driven… Murderer…

He narrowed his eyes while thinking through honest reasons what would be considered perfect from her perspective.

He's making fun of me after all, isn't he.

The former agent felt torn until he raised his eyebrows at the thoughts.

“Maybe she needs a firm hand holding her grounded and humble.”

That made Saeran snap back to him.

“She might need someone who respects her desire for space. Or knows how social anxiety feels, you both share that on spiritual level.”

The weightless accusation brought in some humor into the otherwise thick atmosphere. 

“Someone not sugarcoating shit. Just being upfront even if it hurts; she does value truth more than anything else.”

Vanderwood smirked himself when collecting the reasons, it came easier to him than suspected.

“Maybe she likes a guy who she can help open up. Girls like fixing broken men.”

“That's cliche bullshit.”

A second of dead silence remained until the both exchanged a humorous chuckle. Vanderwood smoked his cigarette, secretly gifting Saeran some time to sort out the options he's presented with. All these explanations why he might not be that terrible for her after all.

“I think another reason why she likes you is… Since you're rough, she maybe needs a counterpart.”

He explained that small range of psychology he's learned about at one of his countless training sessions at the agency about human behavior.

“They say people look for what they need more of in their lives. Resulting in either looking for a copy or someone opposite.”

They gazed at each other and Vanderwood poked his finger to the redhead's chest.

“She surely tough, but she's a warm woman in heart.”

They agreed on it without argument. Having Vanderwood push the younger one playfully back.

“Who knows… Maybe she finds a lot in that edgy and rough personality you have.”

Edgy huh. Well thanks for nothing.

Ignoring the extra comment about his behavior; Saeran reflected back at the glitter of the night sky down on earth. How true could it be? Would she feel understood when asking her about this kind of theory? She did stated before she's not going to abandon him for anything, not even if he's being nasty to others or ugly towards her. After all, considering her empathy, he realized soon she's able to get behind his actions better than anyone had. Even better than his own twin brother at times.

She's a wonder… But why should I be blessed with this? Her love is suited better for someone… else? Or is it now?

The unsure feeling beating inside his chest's impossible to ignore. Vanderwood leaned back, stretching his arms up.

“Ahh alright. That's enough sulking, boy. You can take it from someone how had to study this type of stuff for survival.”

His hand on Saeran's shoulder was heavy for a moment, yet when patting it's a lot lighter for his entire body.

“You better now? Can we go inside?”

He's waiting for my agreement. I should ask her about this next time we're alone to actually find out the acceptable answer. But I suppose for now I can only… Hope for the best with her.

The redhead hummed after learning back as well. Vanderwood appeared satisfied once they both got on the move; the entire RFA waited for there arrival at this point. Saeran crossed his arms above each other while staring up. The sparkle of hope glowing brighter than lighting both frightened and calmed him. It dwarfed the night sky. Maybe he's not all wrong for her if she truly found worth inside his wasted potential. However that happened.

“Thanks.”

He said quietly, much to Vanderwood's enjoyment given he rolled his eyes in an affectionate way.

“Yeah, yeah… You're young, you'll get there. But don't run off for fuck's sake. Otherwise I have to taser you too.”

[medium-kat07]

Hihi this is kinda random but this song where are they now by emily jeffri reminds me of when q is stuck with those power disabled thingys (im super behind on your book i need to catch up💀) but just the vibe reminds me of how despressing and confused and draining the disablers were described to feel and the first few lyrics remind me of how he'd feel when he first arrives in pandora with the disablers on and "the where are they now i dont care anymore" bit feels like howd he feel thinking pt 1✨

Ooooooh I love this sm!! It's a cool song, I love this hazy, disoriented feel. It really was like that for r!Q. He just got fuzzier and fuzzier the longer he was in there with the supressors. At first it might have caused headaches + dizziness, like a light hangover, (around the same time he yelled at Wilbur- so yes, he was capable of critical thinking, and yes, he did choose to say awful horrible things.) As time went on he lost count of days. He could barely tell when he was sleeping or not, he could barely think about anything other than his current situation and how stupid, how goddamn thick he had to be to fall for all this. If he had been there longer, much longer, it would have rotted his mind much more permanently.

I believe there were moments after talking to Techno that Q wondered if the talk had been a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe he'd finally lost it. He'd wonder if anything happened at all, if he had been here for years, or maybe only a day. The condition of his eye socket, getting itchier and itchier by the day, was one of the few things that told the time for him.

I feel that if a superpower is something you gain at such a young age, if it's an integral part of most people throughout history since the dawn of time, power supressors can not be entirely easy to manage. To stop up your ability to use that age-old gift, it has to go through plenty of other side effects, it has to fuck with you, and I really don't believe it can be any other way.

If the power supressors didn't have such awful side effects, Q might have been able to tell that something didn't add up. (But it wouldn't stop him from wondering. It wouldn't stop him, when Wilbur comes to check on him, from quietly asking if Wilbur actually did it. He still lacked the trust, he still lost his cover.) But the supressors muffled his ability to think, to lie, to safe himself.

The power supressors didn't give Q trust issues, they stripped away everything that was fighting the trust issues. They stripped away the love and the hope so everyone could see how Q felt at his core. In that way, they are very different from drugs or alcohol- with supressors, you never say anything you don't mean.

I love this song and I think it just fits him perfectly there. Thank you sm :]

[beloveddawn-blog]

I feel awful today.

I'm alternating between sobbing and being so blindingly angry, but not even *at* anything. Just upset. I'm low key nauseous but also should probably eat something. This headache might be from caffeine withdrawal but I don't even really want coffee. Or tea. Or anything. I'm so fucking distractable I can't even sink into a hobby, just this low irritable buzz that ruins my focus on everything I pick up. I got on my siblings' case about *filling out the goddamn spreadsheet* because why the fuck am *I* doing all the work to make sure *they* can see concerts if they won't even bother replying and now they have and I wanna *throw the whole fucking thing off the balcony while screeching in rage*. Not even my laptop, just the spreadsheet. Because *that* makes sense. I look at the concerts I wanna go to and burst into tears again. I don't wanna be around people because I'd be *awful* company and it'd make me feel worse, but also I feel unappreciated and forgotten. My knee has been acting up again and now my back hurts because I spent too much time in bed and that's all set up for side sleeping so this usually happens when I lay on my back too long. I'm out of painkillers because I never take them but my skull is pounding. I don't wanna go get more because I just keep crying. And I can't even put my finger on a *reason* I just feel like shit. It's not even PMS, I only finished bleeding yesterday. It could be grief related, but this isn't normal for that for me either. Also I'm either getting sick or a bit sick, I keep sneezing and occasionally coughing.

I just wanna feel better but I can't even begin to guess how to make that happen.

[chai-sweets]

I just…

God being a woman is awful. The last time I was happy with my body was when I was a kid. The last time my peers treated me with respect was when I was like 7 years old

I was 12 when the boys started dismissing me and taking credit for my ideas during class projects. 12 when they started mocking me for not having the same amount of upper body strength as them.

I got my period at 13 and my mom congratulated me, “you’re a woman now” I cried all day. I never wanted this. I hated the feeling of my breasts developing, I hated the weird and confusing feeling of going through puberty. I could deal with the acne, I could deal with the growing pains in my knees. That shit’s easy, but the feeling of my uterus becoming heavier before my period, the cramps, the blood, the shame, the stress of having to save my bathroom breaks for changing my pads. Even ovulation was painful, it still is. My breasts hurt, I get ovulation cramps. I get headaches.

It seems like every day is tainted by my hormonal cycle. I have PMDD. I have one good week in the month. One week where I’m not either bleeding or in pain or cripplingly depressed. The fatigue is real and it’s suffocating. The depression is on another level, man.

And I try to see the best of it. I try so hard not to pit my brain against my body. Trying desperately to reframe the irritability as a reminder of my own boundaries, my bleeding as refreshing. But It’s so hard. It’s so goddamn hard. The fact that this pain is cyclical is maddening. I can’t stand it. I don’t know what to do.

I want to love being a woman, to love being female. My body is objectively incredible but god damn it , it is my biggest weakness. I often wish I was born a man, not even because I see them as superior, just to escape this never ending cyclical nightmare. What do I do? How can I live like this? Why doesn’t anyone fucking care that I’m suffering? Nobody understands! I just want comfort for once. I want to live. I want to love being alive but it’s one nightmare after another.

I dunno. I can’t take this pain anymore. I will, but I can’t.

[oatflatwhite]

some happiness to call my own

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“But,” he says, and pokes Buck in the arm when he starts to roll his eyes, “you made plans. A date and flowers and fancy dinner and—”

“Eds,” Buck interrupts, completing his eye roll, “I don’t care about all that. I care about you.” He fiddles with Eddie’s shirt. “If that wasn’t clear.”

Eddie’s throat works. “It’s clear.”

It’s a bad day before Eddie even opens his eyes.

The rain from yesterday is still driving down in sheets outside, beating against the windows with enough force Eddie’s a little worried they might break. His body’s sore all over from a rope rescue gone wonky yesterday and there’s a pounding at his temples he’s not convinced Advil will fix, and his shoulder hurts with what he knows is just a phantom pain but feels—so goddamn real, and—fuck, he’s just so tired. And his bed is so warm, mattress just this side of firm, dipped down a little at his back where Buck is plastered against him, nose to hip to ankle. His arm is slung so easily over Eddie’s waist, like it belongs there, because it does.

Despite the headache forming behind his eyes, Eddie opens them, just to check this is real. Buck’s knuckles are still scraped red raw from a call on the I-95 last week and there’s a small, circular burn the size of a dime from Eddie’s cursed coffeemaker at the base of his thumb. When Buck breathes out, it tickles the hair at the back of Eddie’s neck, who shivers and sighs into it. Buck kisses the same spot.

“Hey,” he murmurs, morning-soft, no corners. His knee presses a little into the back of Eddie’s. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Eddie closes his eyes again. “Mm,” he says, into the pillow.

Buck’s nose brushes the dip between Eddie’s neck and shoulder. “Hey,” he says again, scooting back a little on the mattress, far enough to let Eddie turn over to face him. He smooths his thumb along the grain of Eddie’s eyebrow when he does. “Bad day?”

“M’sorry.” The words are reflexive; they spring from Eddie, unbidden. Buck strokes along his eyebrow again. He tries again. “I think—yesterday was rough. But I’m okay.” He swallows down the lump in his throat. “I’ll be okay.”

“Mm,” Buck echoes, his thumb now tracing Eddie’s cheekbone, down the stubbled ridge of his jaw. When he shifts across the pillow to kiss him Eddie lets his nose wrinkle, a little, because they both have morning breath and he kind of has to pee, but Buck’s mouth is so familiar, the shape of it, the weight of it, Eddie lets himself be lost in it, enough that he mourns the loss when Buck pulls away.

His shoulder still hurts. It’s kind of easy to forget about it, though, when Buck looks at him like that.

“Something on my face?”

A smile ticks over Buck’s face, there and gone. “Just your face,” he says. He kisses Eddie again, on the forehead, and the gentleness of it is enough to prick tears in Eddie’s eyes. “Baby,” he murmurs, and the pillow Eddie’s lying on gets damp. “Go back to sleep.”

And Eddie—God, Eddie wants. When it’s raining like this all he wants to do is curl up beneath the covers and—fuck, yesterday really was awful. But, “it’s Valentine’s Day,” he protests, propping himself up on his elbow, because—it’s Valentine’s Day, their first Valentine’s Day together as an honest-to-God couple, and Eddie knows Buck’s gone all out because that’s what Buck does and on a good day the thought makes him weak at the knees but today it just makes him feel—tired. Small. Not enough.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Buck agrees easily, looking up at Eddie where he’s still lying flat on the pillow. “Funny thing about Valentine’s Day is it comes around every year, you see.” He reaches up, catches his fingers in the worn collar of Eddie’s sleep-shirt. “And I dunno about you, but I’m planning on sticking around.”

Eddie lets himself be pulled back down into the sheets. A smile steals over his face without hm quite realising and he can hear it in his voice when he asks, soft and teasing, “oh, you’re sure about that are you?”

Buck’s hand is still dipped inside his shirt. His fingers, long, dextrous, brush against Eddie’s collarbone, and when he smiles against the pillow it’s like—it’s like the whole world stops, and it’s just Buck on pressed blue linen, a red crease cutting across his cheek like a crack in the finest china, his hair slept-in and curled in the every which way that makes Eddie’s heart hurt. And fuck, it’s still a bad day, but Buck makes it better.

Buck always makes it better.

“Never been surer,” he says, and it’s three different words but Eddie hears I love you all the same.

“But,” he says, and pokes Buck in the arm when he starts to roll his eyes, “you made plans. A date and flowers and fancy dinner and—”

“Eds,” Buck interrupts, completing his eye roll, “I don’t care about all that. I care about you.” He fiddles with Eddie’s shirt. “If that wasn’t clear.”

Eddie’s throat works. “It’s clear.”

“Yeah?”

The rain’s easing off a little, maybe. Eddie’s not worried about the windows anymore. “Yeah.”

“Well alright,” Buck says, and scoots forward to kiss Eddie again. His hair flops into their eyes, just slightly, and Eddie’s heart flips over in his chest. “I gotta take Chris to school and I’ll be back, okay?” He lets go of Eddie’s collar, smooths the fabric over his chest. There’s a smudge of grey sunlight filtering in through the rain and through the curtains, and it lights his eyes up blue, so blue Eddie could drown in them. “Go to sleep.”

*

When Eddie opens his eyes again it’s just after one, and they feel sticky with sleep. The rain’s finally stopped, though it’s still grey outside. There’s a glass of water on the bedside table beside a box of Advil, and a pink sticky-note that says Drink me :) with a terrible doodle of a rabbit in a top hat in the corner.

Eddie takes the Advil, drinks the water, tucks the sticky note inside his book as a bookmark and swings himself out of bed. His slippers (hideous things, shark-shaped and coming apart at the soles, but a gift from Ravi Eddie can’t really bring himself to get rid of because every time he wears them Buck gets this shiny look in his eyes) are by the door. He puts them on with sweats and one of Buck’s hoodies, yawns into the crook of his elbow and makes his way to the kitchen.

Buck has his Airpods in, shimmying to a song Eddie can’t hear in his Ugg boots and shorts and LAFD hoodie as he stirs something simmering on the stovetop. Eddie presses his hip into the opposite counter, crossing his arms and content to just watch, but it’s like—sometimes he swears Buck has ESP, or whatever, or maybe just a finely-tuned Eddie-sense, because not two seconds later he turns from the stove and doesn’t look surprised in the slightest to find Eddie there, watching him.

“Hey,” he smiles, slipping out an earbud, offering it to Eddie. Fifth Harmony are singing about working from home. Eddie wrinkles his nose.

“Before you say anything,” Buck cuts him off, “remember I know who was on your Spotify wrapped last year.”

Eddie, smartly, shuts up. He pushes off the counter, waits til Buck turns around again and then wraps his arms around his waist, pressing his face into the warm solid muscle of his shoulder. “What’cha cooking?”

Buck grabs one of Eddie’s hands, lifts it to his mouth to kiss it. “Chili,” he says against Eddie’s palm. “You ruined the surprise though. I was gonna bring it to you in bed.”

“Chili in bed?” Eddie asks sceptically.

“Did I mention I’m doing the laundry tomorrow?”

“You better.”

“You know me,” Buck says, and Eddie can tell that he’s smiling, “just a regular ol’ house husband.”

The word sits, a little awkward, in their kitchen.

“I mean—”

“Buck,” Eddie says, and he still has a headache, and his body feels like it needs an ice bath or a dozen heat packs or both, and it’s a bad day, the worst kind of day, only Eddie—Eddie doesn’t feel so awful, anymore.

Actually, he feels kind of perfect.

“Buck,” he says again.

“Yeah?”

A kiss, pressed into the fabric between Buck’s shoulder blades. “Bring me chili in bed.”

* 

It takes another fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. Eddie’s brushed his teeth but not his hair, and the socks he’s put on to wear in bed have a hole in the right big toe. They’re Buck’s socks, he’s pretty sure, daschunds with little booties and purple bow ties. One time Eddie wore them to work and when he sat down in the engine his pants rode up, just a little, but enough to send Chim into hysterics. Thankfully it was on their way back from a call.

“Knock knock,” Buck says in the doorway, and his face is kind of red. He’s balancing a tray with two bowls of chili and glasses of fresh orange juice from the farmer’s market he goes to every Sunday they’re not on shift and a small, pear-shaped vase with a single rose inside, drooping a little over to the left.

“Is that from Esme’s garden?” Eddie laughs. Buck shushes him, wide-eyed.

“She can never know!”

Buck shucks his Uggs, climbs into bed and wriggles around til he’s comfortable. Eddie places the vase on the bedside table. “I’d maybe,” Buck says, then stops. He looks a little like he did yesterday, hovering over the ledge while on winch as Eddie slammed, hard, into the side of the building. Pale-faced and wide-eyed, heart in his mouth.

“Yeah?” Eddie prompts. Buck sighs, rubs his nose.

“I’d maybe,” he says again, as quiet as he was this morning, “I’d maybe check the vase.”

Eddie blinks. Reaches for the vase on the bedside table and forgets how to breathe for an entire minute when he catches sight of the rose threaded through a simple, white gold ring, nestled in the wide lip of the vase that’s narrowed too much for it to fall through.

Eddie removes the flower, places it, dripping, on top of the sheets. Buck takes the ring from him, carefully, gently, and slips it over Eddie’s waiting finger.

“Didn’t care about your plans, huh?” Eddie jokes, something, anything to hold the tears threatening at bay.

“Like I said,” Buck smiles, and he’s still somehow pale and blushing red at the same time, “only you.” He takes a breath, shaky but sure, like he’s about to say something else painfully heartfelt, or maybe just actually ask Eddie the question, but—

It’s been a bad day. Eddie’s done waiting for it to get better.

* 

Time doesn’t stop when he kisses Buck, as much as it feels like it does. Neither does gravity, as the spilled chili and farmer’s market orange juice can attest to.

They do the laundry, tomorrow, together.

[levicanpunchme]

AAAAAA I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCHHHH SYEGHQYEHW can i request something where the reader tries to persuade levi to take a break from his paperwork?? aaaaaaa i literally love u some much jagduwyshdsj thank you<3333

AAAAAA, I LOVE YOUUUUU 🙈 thank you so much for the kind words 🥺 I’m sorry this took a while but it’s finally here~! And thank you for requesting babe <333

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Levi X Y/N

Genre: Romance/Fluff/Angst

Sharing Your Exhaustion

The hallways were eerily quiet, presumably because the members were drained off after hectic training; they couldn’t help jump into their dreams before they had to head back for more painful training. You took nimble steps towards the captain’s room and rushed to open the door, knots forming in your stomach in bustling excitement. Yesterday, Levi was so busy with paperwork, you had chose not to visit him, not wanting to disturb him. There were days when you had to ignore your feelings because you were in a relationship with none other than Captain Levi, the strongest solider who shouldered the burden of humanity’s right to existence.

As you stepped in, you realised the room was lighted up, which was foreign because by this time, Levi would be waiting for you in bed with lights off. Your gaze sauntered from the empty bed to the wooden desk next to the window and caught sight of your raven haired boyfriend, seated before his desk with a pencil in his grip as he sharply wrote something down. You frowned, staring at the clock for reconfirmation.

It was one am. By this time, Levi would have tidied up his messy desk, taken a shower and waited for you to come over-sometimes even making personal trips to your room to get you.

You lightly shut the door behind you, taking light steps towards your hardworking boyfriend. Despite making zero to no sound, you caught his attention immediately as if he sensed you around; his bleak eyes seemed to warm up like the moonlight, his thin lips morphing into a tiring smile.

“How was training?” His gentle voice already calmed your nerves. “Tiring,” you muttered with a generous smile and made your way to his chair.

“Tch, don’t work so hard, brat,” he gruffly muttered, his voice etched with concern.

Nearing him, you noticed the blue lines of fatigue on his pale skin carved under his eyes, his forehead creased from tension, posture seemingly uncomfortable with his back positioned away from the chair, probably from leaning down to observe papers. An awful feeling arose in the pit of your stomach. Your judgment stood corrected as you observed the stack of parchments bundled on the side of his table. Just looking at it gave you a headache.

You instinctively stepped closer behind his chair and snaked your arms around his neck tightly, recompensing for the time away from him. The smell of him on the shirt you were wearing was nothing compared to his actual embrace. The shower you had taken before had helped your nerves ease after practise but Levi’s embrace completely sucked every last drop of ache out of your body.

A breathy sigh escaped his mouth as he eased into your hold, his breathing calm against your frame. For a moment, it was only you and Levi in your own bubble; nothing else existed. Two aching souls finding peace in one another. And then a moment later, the bubble bursted.

“Y/n, turn the lights off and get some sleep. I’ll need to stay working,” he put his hand over yours which were resting on his chest and nudged his head against yours, encouraging you to go to bed.

You frowned, your chest tightening.

Ever since the commander’s announcement for a new mission outside the walls, the workload was piquing- especially for the captains. The pile of documents needing Levi’s attention were still toppling his desk and he hadn’t even moved an inch from the worktable since before yesterday night. You didn’t see him at practise, lunch, dinner or even in the meeting with Hange. He seemed to have disconnected entirely from human interaction, determined to get his work done.

“Levi, you’ve been here since the whole day,” you muttered, expressing your discern with a frown. Your arms only grew tighter around him worriedly.

He shook his head, giving your hand a tight squeeze. “It’ll take me one more night and I’ll be done.” You peeled yourself away from him and stared at the man with desperation. You had come to a realisation that Levi coped in different ways in tense times. When the atmosphere became grim, he spent days drowning himself with papers and refused to take breaks- as if he was punishing himself. Even when he came back from expeditions, you wouldn’t see his face until a week after. He stared at words for so long that they probably haunted him.

“Levi, you’re overworking yourself to the bone. You need sleep,” you argued, scowling at the lack of concern in his narrow eyes.

“I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry. Now, go and get some sleep. You must be exhausted,” his words were stern, commanding you and his gaze indifferent, holding no room for debate. His eyes remained cold but you could tell he felt apologetic as he softly caressed your cheek with his palm, stroking them. He limply smiled, then nodded at you and motioned towards the bed, implying you leave him alone.

You stared at him distraught. How could Levi expect you to turn away and conveniently slip into bed while his red-rimmed eyes were starving for rest as he pushed himself more and more? Again an unsettling feeling arose in your chest; even his fingers were inflamed from gripping the pencil for too long; he rubbed the back of his neck occasionally which meant he had been craning it for too long to read the goddamn papers.

Your fists clenched in despair as you bit back the curses you wanting to ensue; dating a workaholic man with zero awareness was a pain in the ass. You sighed sympathetically at the man you loved and then stepped closer to the desk, in front of him. You grabbed one large pile of his documents and brought them with you to the bed.

“Hey-hey! What’re you doing?” He immediately sprung out of his chair, and it made you want to cackle because it was probably the first time his leg muscles contracted since he sat down with these documents on that damned chair.

“I’ll help,” you explained as you sat cross legged on the cold sheets of his bed, picking up the first stapled document.

“No,” he rasped. “You are doing no such thing. Get to bed, right now,” it wasn’t a suggestion but a chilling command; Levi’s tone was dangerously low, making your stomach knot up with nervousness.

You glanced up and regretted it immediately because it magnified your anxiety: his misty eyes were staring down at you scornfully, burning your skin; his chest heaved impatiently and his fists were clenched like he would pounce at you any second.

“Levi—“

“Every-fucking-one is beaten after today’s practise, I know that. Just because I wasn’t there, it doesn’t mean I don’t know shit. Hange informed me about your pathetically long training,” Levi’s voice was oddly rough but the coldness in his eyes melted. His face was scrunched in distress.

You loved this man so much with every part of you. How could he be worrying over you when he was literally starving and sleepless from the work pressure? Your nose burned, and you felt your eyes welling up, with overwhelming emotions, but you didn’t let him see that or he’d lose his sanity and flip the world over to know exactly the reason behind your tears.

You stepped out of the bed and walked close to him, edging to him until his nose was brushing yours conveniently since you both were the same height. At close proximity, his almond shaped eyes were tired-red and sully but there was also a strange glint of warmth in the dull grey clouds, reflecting the effect you have on him. His breathing was unsteady as he stared directly at you.

“If you’re too exhausted, we can share the exhaustion just like we share love, Levi,” you whispered, your lips meeting the corner of his mouth and landing it with a kiss. Jitters ran down his spine and his mouth tingled.

We can share exhaustion just like we share love. The words reverberated again and again in his head, tugging at the strings of his heart. At that moment, he wished to throw you into his bed and kiss your exhaustion away. He forcefully stepped back, his insides twisting in misery, desperate to have his way with you. You were always so understanding. Levi could never wrap his head around how you were so transparent and loving. You stood by him in miserable times, struggling to heal his endless wounds. Your selflessness ate at him because in this big, relentless world, he only wanted you to be selfish.

“I’ll arrange these documents, so you’ll know which ones merely require signatures and which need proper attention. It’ll decrease your workload and reading time to a great extent.” You were already on the bed, reading through the document with vitality.

He surveyed you for a moment, his heart drumming faster against his chest. “Come on, get going. We have a lot to do.” Levi timorously stepped back, watching you.

You already got to work and started assessing papers and reading through files. You almost threw in the towel by your fifth document but continued working, determined to help him. You mentally praised Levi’s great work ethics, his neat textura script making you smile.

Levi, on the other hand, stood frozen in his tracks; his chest felt strange as he watched you work on his documents. No one had ever done this-not that he ever wanted it. Hell, he was the strongest, most independent man, who never let his guard down which is primarily the reason why people didn’t bother with him. He alone equated to the strength of a thousand army of titans. He created this headstrong image for the world, Levi Ackerman, the hope of humanity, as he filled in gaps of weaknesses left in his trails.

Why did you see him? You knew he could take it, then why didn’t you let him be, like everyone else? Why did you want to shoulder his burdens by sacrificing your peace?

His head began pounding.

Before he saw you today, he was perfectly fine with his negligent ways: he didn’t feel his stomach rumbling from emptiness, his mouth as dry as the desert, his back aching from distress or his eyes stinging from sleeplessness. Now, when he saw you rubbing your red eyes, squinting them to read the documents and massaging your template in soft circles, he recovered his sanity.

As if he regained his humanity, his body which was numb from the moment he sat with those papers, collapsed into a surge of emotions.

He couldn’t bear it.

He treated himself inhumanely. But not you. God no, never you. You didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t treat you the way he treated himself. He’d rather throw himself off a cliff than give you a taste of his pain. Feeling overwhelmed, his vision blurred as he took heavy steps towards you. You looked up from the paper, hearing him moving towards you and your breath ceased.

Silver eyes were shadowy with a thunderous wave of agony, and a deploring frown weighted down his lips as his steps faltered towards you. You immediately stood up, your hackles rising in concern. You had never seen Levi look so defeated and beaten— not even when he came back from outside the walls. Your stomach twisted in despair. Maybe you had hurt him in your attempts to stick beside him. You felt tears choking your vision as you waited for him to throw you out of his room.

He was an inch away when his body fell against you, a squeal leaving your mouth. His arms were clasping around your waist as he pushed his weight down, causing your knees to buckle against the bed and you both fell. He was on top of you, his body completely attached to you like he were a part of you. Your heartbeat escalated as Levi looked at you, his red eyes drunk with exhaustion staring into the depth of your orbs.

Inside your dark eyes, he only saw himself. Only himself. His breathing hardened, mouth watering at the sight. He couldn’t take it anymore, his love for you triumphing over the last shred of common sense left in his brain. Drained and disillusioned, he found solace within you.

He attacked your mouth like a starved beast, every ounce of his being wanting you to feel the love bustling in his veins. Your toes curled in pleasure, the warmth of his mouth creating an euphoric sense of stability in your soul. You gripped his hair softly, running your fingers through his scalp and his eyes screwed shut in comfort. His lips kissed to your jawline and in the crevice of your neck, trailing downwards, marking your skin as his.

Your moans and his heavy breaths filled up the silence in the room.

“I love you,” he whispered and you swear you felt a wet droplet fall against your skin. Your stomach clenched; It was his first time telling you he loved you. You tried saying it back but no words left your mouth, just a stream of sobs.

Before, you felt him love you through his own unintentional ways but nothing could counter these three words falling off his lips just for you.

And then he rustled against the sheets, laying beside you and pulled you on top of him, your head resting against his chest. His heartbeat vibrating against your frame caused your tense body to ease in his hold. The documents sat on the edge of the bed, neglected. Soon slumber overpowered both Levi and your senses. Even though you both had to wake up within the next-six-hours, It was the best damn sleep Levi had ever gotten.

[q-a-a-m]

Okay okay okay

A little while ago I saw a post saying that Max in season 15 wasn't fit enough to be with Reid for an accumulated amount of reasons. One of which was that she wasn't smart enough; like is comparison to Meave (is that how you spell it?)

But I do think people just take it all at face value and don't try and think deeper into the different characters - not only with love interests and other characters that aren't the main, but the main as well. People see Reid, Garcia or Prentiss and see: genius that deserved better, bubbly best friend everyone loves, amazing friend and now boss that everyone loves. BUT you need to look deeper into characters, they're all way more complex (even if the writing wasn't great at times) than you'd care to notice.

This same principle applies to Max. When Reid and her first met she went to protect her nephew first above all else - she's not self centred and has obvious reasons to be on guard about danger so she'll do what she can to protect the people she loves. She's beautiful, obviously, but she's also witty and has a great personality above all else. She actually seems like a person.

Even if she isn't too smart as everyone claims, she's great for Reid because it's like a breath of fresh air and a new perspective on relationships for him. Like they didn't meet through a case, a medical emergency (his headaches) or anything that put either one in immediate danger. They met how people could possibly meet in real life.

But I really want to go back to the "Max isn't smart" point I've brought up.

How on earth have people come up with that. Just because she doesn't have an IQ of 187 or works in that dangerous field she's not smart? She gave an insightful opinion about Reid's nightmare, talking about it in scientific terms with the cortisol (fight or flight response). She was put INTO that dangerous field of work to save her sister and dad and what did she do? She fucking nailed it. Easily lied and fooled Cat Adams and did everything to save her sister - bringing back that point of she'll do anything to save the people she loves. All of that shows she has high intelligence, especially the way that she was able to deduce how to take on the situation with Cat.

As someone with no prior training or had encounters with Cat before, she was able to realise what kind of person she was:

"I'm no profiler but I know queen bees. If she was willing to tell that kind of a lie, I knew who I was dealing with"

"She sees the world one way, that everyone's out to hurt you. So I just..kind of played on that"

In the immediate situation where her sister could be killed at any moment.

All of that tells me she has the brains to keep up with Reid - just not in the book smart kind of way everyone associates intelligence with. Reid does have that genius level IQ and knows lots of different things, but so does Max.

They're great together because they don't think in the same way and are able to butt heads about different debates and are able to educate one another about things they might have lacked an understanding of previously. She can help Reid with the awful things he has to go through by just being there and being able to be a distraction for a little bit.

I think all of that matters more than her intelligence to me.

And she's not boring either, I remember seeing that. Just because she's normal and doesn't have these great skills doesn't mean she's boring. Again, everyone takes it at face value. Just because we don't see what they could get up to or talk about when they're not on the screen when they're hanging out, doesn't mean they're not having fun or just being a goddamn couple.

Why do you think they were able to make it to the third coffee date, huh?

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Book Drop Boy (Twice x Reader)

✧ pairing: library student worker!Twice x afab!student!Reader

✧ word count: 9.9k

✧ ao3 mirror

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, maladaptive daydreaming (twice), twice is chaotic af, commits library related crimes, use of the term sweetheart a few times, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, doggy style, afab terms, no pronouns for reader, gratuitous swearing this is potentially the softest thing I've ever written, like she's pretty tame idk what Twice does to me

✧ summary: In which Twice learns that sometimes dreams do come true, except those dreams are just the maladaptive fantasies of a broke library receptionist and, while sexy, also involve more fraud than he expected.

✧ a/n: Hey y'all, this is set in the same universe as my shiggy college piece, but you don't need to have read that. There are some fun little easter eggs though if you have tho. This is like the most tame thing I've ever written and it's way longer than it was meant to be but oh well. Anyway, Twice deserves some love. Enjoy <3

Logically, Jin was aware you probably had no idea who the fuck he was.

But that really didn’t have any effect on the wildly intricate fantasy life he had created for the two of you during his long shifts behind the library reception desk. That, in fact, was the only reason he hadn’t up and quit just to save himself the embarrassment of another loud outburst in the middle of the most silent place on campus.

What was truly more shocking was the fact that none of those said outburst had gotten his ass kicked straight out the door.

But he held out.

If only for you.

Late nights or lazy afternoons you were always in the campus library—studying he assumed or…

'Studying,' because a lot of the time he noticed you’d show up with a drink from the cafe a few blocks down, set out a line of colored pens and not touch a single one of them for hours, content to stare blankly at the chipped desktop. And even that Jin was more than happy to watch.

He did a lot of watching.

Mostly because he wasn’t permitted to leave the desk unattended unless there were piling up returned books which needed to be replaced quickly.

So instead, he pretended to be busy scrolling through something on his old as hell monitor—which was conveniently set up directly across from the comfy chair/desk combo you always managed to grab—and he indulged in day dreams where you’d bring him a coffee from the cafe when you came in and set it on his desk, maybe kiss him on the cheek, maybe loiter by his workstation and play with his hair and—

Yeah.

It was a lot.

But you were always in that chair, always working or pretending to work and you never seemed to notice the uninterrupted hours of staring Jin did, so what was the harm?

If you never knew, you’d never get creeped out—cause it was creepy, he knew that, oh fuckin' boy did he know it was real goddamn weird.

He just couldn’t seem to give it up. Especially when the conditions presented perfectly for some good uninterrupted, totally not stalker-y at all, fantasizing.

Sometimes he thought you might have some mundane superpower that let you always snatch that perfect seat right across from his computer, and made it so the library was just cool enough that he’d get to watch you shrug on that cute extra sweatshirt you always brought. So he could catch a glimpse of some skin—in a totally normal and not invasive way—when your arms went over your head. So he could imagine it was his ratty old sweaters you were wearing just so you could smell him on you and god he really wanted to get close enough to smell you—was that too weird? No. Yes? No.

Not at all.

But the best part, the part that really convinced him on those awful days when he really just could not be bothered to drag himself out of bed and walk the couple blocks to campus just to sit in awful silence alone, in his head alone with the fucking thoughts that made him want to rip his hair out—

What made it worth it was those times every few weeks when your classes would get new assigned readings. Because then you’d have to check out new textbooks, since you were one of those geniuses that had figured out the library kept a ton of those books in stock. Of course you were, cause you were fucking perfect.

And when you had to check out new books, you had to come to reception.

Jin got to watch as your lovely figure moved through the stacks like you were ballroom dancing along the halls of faded, sea-green shelves, almost floating over the linoleum trying to find just the right volume in the right addition before anyone else beat you to it.

It was one of the most gorgeous things he’d ever seen.

Spinner would call him a fucking simp if he ever dared to uttered any of that out loud, but it didn’t matter.

If it was you, he’d simp for fucking life.

And then, you’d walk that fucking glorious ass over to his desk and plop the books down, smiling—cause you were polite like that, so fucking perfect he couldn’t hardly believe it sometimes—and asking how his day was while he checked you out in every sense of the phrase.

In a completely platonic and not freaky way.

So Jin kept coming to work, to that god awful job he really hated and which hated him just as vehemently. He clocked in every day and waited patiently like a fucking puppy counting the hours till its workaholic owner arrived home, ears perking up when you walked through the door and flashed your ID to the attendant.

If only for that.

He’d put up with his boss’ complaints and the weird stares he got when the thoughts just wouldn’t stay in his head anymore and he had to start talking to himself to fill the silence.

If only for that.

Those few hours when he could lose himself in the fake inner life where you were waiting for him when his shift let out, waiting to gather him, tired and understimulated, into your arms. Where you’d sneak into the back room with him just to chat and lace your fingers with his and maybe sit that fucking wonderful ass up on the tables so he could stand in between your thighs and you’d pull him down to—

Yeah.

That was enough.

***

It wasn’t until Tuesday when he had to come in again that week, and he already knew it was gonna suck balls.

Friday he’d gotten another round of complaints from some stuck up fucking business students—it was always the fucking business majors with those silver spoons so far up their asses—snitching to his boss that he’s been ‘disruptive’ and ‘disturbing’ during his last shift.

“Not my fucking fault,” he muttered under his breath, kicking a rock along the side walk he’d picked up two blocks before. “Yes it is. No it’s not!”

Jin groaned and tugged at his hair, wishing he’d brought a Tylenol or something to curb the headache that was already sticking it’s ugly ass claws into his temples. He really, really heavily contemplated just ditching, calling in sick or some shit. Technically he was a student worker, so they had to work with his DRS accommodation and he was actually having a bad fucking time.

But one of his friends had already texted to ask if he’d try and reserve them that sweet ass study room on the third floor and Jin wasn’t really looking to disappoint anyone else this week. Besides, it was fun to abuse his minuscule power. Fun to go corrupt for once. Fight the system and all that.

He liked to think you’d be proud of him for it, based on the kinds of texts you checked out at least.

So, he dragged his sad ass back to the looming library looking far too much like a prison than was necessary and clocked in. Actually, the first thing he did was check the chair—your chair and nobody else’s chair, he might actually make a fucking scene if somebody ever did steal it—and his face visibly fell when you were not occupying it.

It was a bit early, Jin supposed as he paused briefly when he noticed the can of Monster and rando vending machine chips sitting next to it by the reception computer. The sticky note slapped to the top read 'For your troubles' in familiar handwriting and that pulled a bit of a smile from him as he quickly rearranged the scheduling of study room sign ups so the fancy third floor room would be free for the rest of the night.

Then Jin sat, staring at the study room schedules for a moment, feeling his eyes softly glaze over until a hand slapped down on the raised lip of the reception desk.

“Hey bro,” Spinner greeted him with a wild smile and a flurry of bright pink hair.

Jin had to blink a few extra times to get his vision to clear. When it did he saw, horrifyingly, that he’d been staring at the fucking blank screen for two hours without moving.

Why was it that his head was either deadly quiet, devoid of even a single errant thought or so loud as fucking shit at all times that he couldn’t physically keep the thoughts in?

“Hey, dude, what’s up?” Jin asked, running a hand through his unruly hair.

“Aren’t you supposed to like shush me or something?”

Spinner chuckled a bit at his own god awful joke and Jin couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed, too glad for the company.

“I mean,” he shrugged, popping the can of Monster and ignoring the dirty looks he got for the sound. “I would if I was, uh, good at my job.”

“Which I’ve heard you definitely are not,” Spinner wrapped his fingers over the lip of the desk and leaned back on his heels, swaying side to side idly.

“You’re just figuring that out now?”

Jin didn’t bother watching while Spinner nearly tripped over himself fidgeting as he spun to stand at the little gate that corralled Jin inside like livestock. He was too busy glancing over to check you hadn’t slipped in while his brain had taken a trip to the astral plane without him.

“No, I been knew, but my sources tell me you’ve gone off the rails my friend,” long legs stepped over the wooden partition until the only friend he had who was quite possibly more annoying than Jin himself was sat on the counter next to his computer. “Finally been radicalized have you?”

Jin huffed and sipped his Monster, “Guess it fuckin’ took me long enough.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Spinner was messing about with the stacks of multicolored sticky notes littered across the desk before glancing up to wink at Jin. “So what can I get you to do for me in exchange for free food?”

“Now I really am gonna fucking shush you,” Jin smashed his finger against Spinners grin only to get a hand covered in spit for his trouble.

“Right, right,” Spinner held his hands up in defeat, “can’t have you cheating on your sweetheart.”

“Not my—yes I’m in a committed fictional relationship thank you very much—ugh!”

Jin could feel the heads shooting up from laptop screens and textbooks to stick daggers in his back with their angry stares. Spinner at least had the good sense to look a little fucking guilty for egging him on.

“Sorry bro, I had to shoot my shot ya know?” a hand disappeared into the mop of bubblegum locks in apology.

“It’s fine…” Jin trailed off, mumbling and blushing more than a little profusely as he turned to check the book drop box. “Not like I’m ever gonna fuckin’ shoot mine anyway.”

“Oh we are not gonna have that kinda of shit discussion,” Spinner’s hand shot out and grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, spinning Jin in his chair. “On god bro, we’re gonna get you a date one of these days.”

Jin didn’t dignify that kind of lie with a response.

Spinner once again, had the good sense to not push the envelope any farther.

“And in the meantime, you can come to the League meeting tonight!”

“Your gaming club thing?”

“Yeah, it’s Smash night and we need to fill a space sooooo…”

Jin knew Spinner and his roommate—the same friend who he’d gone study room rogue for—had started a gaming club their freshman year. Spinner had been trying to strong arm him into attending ever since. To, as he put it, ‘socialize,’ and ‘make new friends.’ All things which Jin was patently horrible at and avoided like the plague.

Needless to say, he’d refused every time.

It wasn’t just the whole being alone with like two people he kinda knew in a room full of strangers. Games themselves were just a lot for him. The flashing colors and the loud noises made his head—which was already so fucking full all the time and he really needed to keep any extra scrap of space for extra random facts he picked up about you and your future married life together—get a bit misaligned.

They just weren’t his jam most of the time.

“I’m good, thanks for the offer though,” Jin twisted out of Spinner’s grasp and craned his head to check your seat again.

Still empty.

He sighed.

Spinner continued to ramble and Jin continued to only half listen. It wasn’t as pleasant to day dream when you weren’t there for the added visual aesthetic. And he was trying to not be a dick and ignore the one friend he had managed to keep around over the years. But it was hard when his mind had a mind of its own.

Wow.

Meta.

“Jin?”

The voice—deep and dark in such a dramatically ominous way it might have been funny if it didn’t belong to his permanently disgruntled supervisor—interrupted his already derailing train of thought.

“Oh, uh, hello sir,” Jin stuttered, turning to find Kurogiri leaning against the reception desk with one arm, turning only slightly to accommodate Spinner’s form bolting over the gate and out the library doors.

He did manage to throw a fading, “See ya later, bro” over his shoulder before he disappeared around the corner.

Yeah thanks for the warning, bro.

“Aren’t you supposed to be reshelving the books from the drop box?” Kurogiri sighed, perpetually disappointed in a way that had Jin’s face burning and shame bubbling up in his throat.

He hated this job. He was objectively terrible at it, and so usually he wouldn’t give that much of a shit at not doing it well. Kurogiri just had some type of vibe—like daddy but not in the sexy way Spinner always joked about—that made it really, really upsetting to let him down.

Father figure? Yeah that's what it was called.

“Right, yeah um, sorry,” Jin nodded quickly and leapt from his chair, only mildly bruising his knee on the desk as he reached to empty the book drop.

Another incorporeal sigh was the only acknowledgement he received as he loaded the cart with wheels louder than Jin on a particularly bad day and rolled the pile of books back to the stacks. He paused once more, just before the sea green shelving units swallowed him up, to sneak another futile peak at your chair. But it still sat empty—empty and lonely with no you and cold without your body pressed against the worn upholstery.

Jin felt a chill too, a slow tingling thing that worked its way up from the base of his spine. It drove him deeper into the walls of books, away from the empty spaces.

It was harder to look.

Harder to be reminded of what he did not have.

Of what he’d never have cause he was too much of a goddamn pussy to ever just fucking talk to you—

But then what if he did? What if he did talk to you? What would happen then?

Those were the types of questions he tried to avoid when crafting your intricate, fictional lives together. Precisely because they were the easiest to answer.

You’d realize within the first five minutes or so of conversation—if Jin could even make it that far without embarrassing himself—that he was just a generic brand weirdo that all your pretty, normal, aesthetically pleasing friends would warn you to stay away from and because you were also pretty and normal and not a fucking idiot, you’d have the common sense to listen.

He’d lose you in the blink of an eye.

Your chair would sit cold and empty forever and the imaginary garden he’d been planting for you to come imaginarily home too would wilt and die like all the other happy thoughts in his head.

It was quite the conundrum and one Jin was not keen to solve soon.

Not that things ever really went his way. Cause problems could only be avoided for so long before all that time spent ignoring them came back to bite him full on the ass.

Which, apparently, came this time in the form of what had to be quiet, muffled sobbing drifting in between the shelves from the back hallway.

It was dark here in this section of the building—free of most windows so as not to cause any sunning damage to the books—and Jin had seen more than enough horror movies to know that it was a horrendous idea to follow the ominous crying sounds coming from the bowls of this old as fuck building. But even as he made up his mind to ignore it, the hand currently working one of the returns back into its proper place dropped the book to his cart as his feet slowly turned to face the corridor.

He looked around skeptically for a second, not entirely certain his poor brain hadn’t simply malfunctioned again, as it was wont to do, and fabricated the sound entirely. But as he peaked out from between the stacks, and down the dimly lit hall, he heard it again.

Echoey and soft in the wide, empty space it—was definitely coming from the hall and it was definitely a person.

Jin caught himself moving without ever meaning too, the books laying forgotten as he crept towards the source of the noise and paused just before leaving the stacks entirely. This hall was full of small alcoves built into the centuries old walls and led to the lesser used storage portions of the library that only the janitorial staff and the university librarians ever entered. He really didn’t want to stumble across someone from the special collections department bawling over a damaged or lost manuscript.

But his wayward feet pushed him forward, too sympathetic for his own good. He found himself shuffling down the abandoned hall, peering into each small dip in the walls to find the source of his distraction.

And when he did, Jin was—for once in his life—thankful for his lack of self-preservation instincts.

And cursed his blatant lack in interpersonal skills.

Because it was you.

You curled with your knees to your chest and your head in your hands, shoulders shaking, as you cried into your palms.

The universe had handed him maybe the only golden opportunity he would ever get on right on a platter.

But Jin didn’t have a fucking clue what do with it.

And there certainly wasn’t much time to formulate a game plan as his nervous breathing and sudden intake of breath upon discovering his imaginary lover sniffling right in front of him, had certainly alerted you to his presence.

Your head shot up in an instant, knocking dully against the stone wall with a thud.

“Shit,” you cursed and hands flying up to cover the area as Jin jumped on the spot at your outburst.

“Are you okay?” he asked lamely as you glanced over at him, eyes red and wet and so fucking sad oh fucking god, widening as you realized you’d been caught.

“Huh? Ye—oh uh, yes,” your words came out jumbled, legs unfolding quickly to push yourself off the bench and hands wiping furiously at your eyes. “I’m fine, sorry.”

“You sure about that?”

Jin cringed visibly and frowned at the way you deflated under his stare. God the first fucking time he actually talks to you and he already made an ass of himself.

Spinner’s roommate was such a liar, it really fucking sucked to be right sometimes.

“I mean,” you crumpled back down onto the ledge and Jin took a careful step closer, “no, but yes. Like I’m definitely having a breakdown in the back of the fucking library but I don’t wanna, uh, bother you with that. So, yeah I’m good.”

“You can bother me,” he replied way too fucking quickly.

But he couldn’t really be embarrassed about it. Your voice was just so captivating, and you weren’t talking to him in that raised pitch anymore like you usually did—the way everyone does when they’re trying to be surface level and polite. No this was your voice how you sounded when you were relaxing with your friends or making breakfast in the morning or talking to yourself in the shower (he liked to think you did that, or sang maybe as you worked the soap into your skin, one of the two but he always imagined you filled silences with how fucking pretty you were).

“No, really. That would be weird, right?”

Jin grimaced as you fixed him with a watery yet suspicious stare.

Yeah it was weird.

Everything he did concerning you was weird, objectively. He was definitely being over-familiar and too eager, especially considering you didn’t fucking know him.

But he knew you.

Jin felt like he’d known you for all months he’d spent pretending to be by your side.

And you were crying and he had to do something.

“I mean, yeah I guess,” he mumbled, taking a risk and plopped down on the opposite end of the alcove and resting his head on the wall. “But not any weirder than having a breakdown in the employees only section of the library building on a Tuesday.”

You kept staring blankly for a few moments before the most miraculous thing happened.

Jin had to physically stop his jaw from hitting the floor when the quiet giggle bubbled up from your chest and spilled out into the hall, warm enough to melt even the freezing linoleum floor.

“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” your voice cracked a bit as a few more tears slid like pearls down your cheeks.

“My name’s Jin,” he said, shocked stupid both by your laugh and the apparent success of his comforting methods.

“Oh, hi, well I guess I don’t have to call you book drop boy anymore,” you rubbed at your face again and tucked your legs back into your chest, though it looked a bit more relaxed this time.

Not so trying-desperately-to-fade-out-of-existence.

“You called me that?” Jin asked, brain still functioning at half capacity, only shocked at the fact that he existed as a concept in your head enough to have a name and realizing a bit too late how accusatory he must have sounded. “Shit, I mean it’s totally fine I just didn’t think you, uh, well I mean, like, knew about me I guess?”

You finally smiled and his brain power cut out another fourth at being personally graced by the expression this close up.

“Yeah, you always check me out—fuck sorry not that you check me out, just you scan my books and I just called you ‘book drop boy’ in my head cause I never got a chance to ask for your name but I have it now so that’s cool….”

Your head dropped back down to your knees as you groaned and Jin suddenly felt a lot less nervous than he had a few seconds ago.

You were weird too.

For so long you’d existed on this pedestal thousands of feet in the air, and now you were stepping down from the heavens and onto earth. Not in a bad way! Just, Jin had never really stopped to think that you might be a person too.

Well.

No, he knew you were a person, just he never thought you might get flustered and ramble and be nervous in front of him.

Cause he was a fucking train wreck—the bar was so goddamn low.

It was almost as comforting as your smile.

“Oh, yeah sorry I’m not the best at customer service if you couldn’t tell,” he sighed and ran a hand through his wild hair.

You looked back up with a wry grin, “I don’t know, I’d say you’re going above and beyond right now.”

And you were funny.

He was gonna fucking combust.

“Ha, yeah, I try,” he trailed off for a moment before glancing back at your curled in your corner, fuck he could just imagine sitting behind you, your head on his chest while you—”So uh, did you wanna talk about it or…?”

“Uh, yeah,” you picked idly at the grouting of the stone and mumbled, “I guess it’s not so weird if we’re on a first-name basis.

And that was how Jin discovered that you’d been hiding in the back of the library bawling your eyes out for hours—since even before his shift started. Apparently you’d gotten here extra early, even skipped a class, to snag some super specific required text for your final thesis and right before you got to the shelf some jackass swooped in, effectively hit and running with the only copy of that book on campus.

The book in questions was one of the newer additions that had special added footnotes you needed for your paper and was a whopping 500 fucking dollars to rent from every other place online. You couldn’t afford it, and honestly what fucking student could? But you needed it to complete the paper or you’d fail and Jin very much understood the need for a good breakdown after a catastrophe like that.

“Damn, that’s uh, fucking awful,” he frowned on your behalf as your head hit the wall a second time in frustration.

“Yeah so, I’m like royally fucked either way. Now I just gotta decide which hole I’m taking it in I guess,” you groaned.

Jin’s eyebrows raised at your choice of words but they were apt, he supposed. People really do get comfortable with each other pretty quick when bonding over shared institutional rage.

“Well,” he began, wringing his hands nervously at what he was about to suggest. “You might be in luck cause I’ve recently decided to abuse my library powers for good and I maybe, possibly, could try and see if there’s some strings I can pull?”

You perked up a bit, looking at him incredulously.

Jin felt comfortably full under your stare.

“Seriously?”

The word was soft and it bounced off the walls just as much as it did the inside of his skull.

Swapping study rooms to help a friend out was one thing. But falsifying checkout dates for someone he barely knew—had essentially married in his maladaptive fantasies—could get him fired.

He hated this job but he needed it.

Were you worth the risk?

Of course, he found himself thinking without hesitation.

You were everything.

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, any lingering uncertainty washing away at the way you looked at him through your lashes. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.”

“Are you always this nice?”

Jin didn’t answer right away. He was too caught up in how you’d leaned forward on your hands across the bench, peering like he was some exotic animal or a stray cat in the parking lot—all soft wonderment with fingers curling like they ached to grab hold and rescue him from this parchment scented monotony.

“Not always…”

“Should I feel special then?”

If his face wasn’t red before, it was now. Red and blistering under the summer campfire heat that radiated off you—woodsy and warm and so painfully familiar like an old friend’s hand.

“...I guess you—fucking definitely, ” he quite nearly shouted the last bit, startled by his own volume and already mortified at the outburst but then you chuckled again from beside him.

He turned to see you standing and offering a hand which he gladly too if only to feel the weight of your palm against his.

“Well, you’ll have to let me pay you back then.”

“Oh, no you don’t actually—”

You held a hand up and the words turned to ash on his tongue in an instant, mouth glued shut by your gesture.

“Coffee on me or something, there’s a nice cafe a few blocks from here,” you dropped your hand and your eyes were clear now, no sign of the previous afternoon sobbing alone in the hallway. Jin felt a surge in his chest knowing he was the one who did that. “You gotta pass off the contraband anyway, and I don’t think it would be that great of an idea to do it here.”

God you were fucking perfect.

“Can’t argue with that.”

***

Jin was sweating profusely as he snuck past the library attendant, totally inconspicuous and not not all looking like he was doing a single thing wrong in the slightest.

Yeah they definitely didn’t suspect a thing.

The process of fraud was actually a lot less complicated of an undertaking that Jin had expected. All he had to do was search up the book, find the student that had stolen the success of his sweetheart’s educational career and flag his account. They’d get an automated message about the flag, instructing them to return any borrowed items or they’d be forced to pay fines while the account was examined.

Technically he needed administrator credentials to report student accounts, but luckily Kurogiri had his login info written on a sticky note hidden on the back of the monitor. All in all it was a pretty easy job.

The whole thing had taken only a matter of days, in which time you had returned to the library only twice—the first to get confirmation on the success of Jin’s newest descent into low level crime which had set his heart thundering in his chest as you bent conspiratorially over his desk, your face just inches from his.

The second time, Jin had horrifically been absent from his desk, however he was met with possibly the most wonderful sight of his life upon returning from the labyrinth of shelves.

On one of the hundreds of post-it note pads that littered the library reception area, there were scribbles that he was sure hadn’t been there before. He almost tossed it, but upon closer inspection, you’d written your number there and signed just below it. In the cutest fucking handwriting he’d ever seen—cute not for any stylistic reason, but it simply felt that way just by virtue of it being yours—was written the digits and “-for book drop boy”

The noise he made reading that turned more than a dozen heads and almost got him fired there on the spot before any of his indiscretions were even discovered, but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it.

So, nerve wrackingly, Jin texted you as he nearly sprinted home from his shift after that piece of shit asshole who made you cry had trudged angrily in and dropped off his ‘stolen’ book.

— HEY IT’S JIN!

— from the library

— shit sorry that wasn’t meant to be in caps

— n e way….

— I’ve intercepted the ~package~ so whenever you’re ready for the hand off, I’m good

Most perfect fucking human being to…

Oh my god thank you so much!!!—

Is tomorrow at like 5ish good for you?—

Also send me your order—

so we don’t have to do that awkward waiting in line for drinks bit—

Holy fuck you multi-texted too! Spinner would roll over in his fucking grave, he hated when Jin did that. But there was always so much to say and he could never think of it all at the same time. Plus, you wanted to save him from that god awful silence where you both stand in line next but he can’t talk cause he has keep repeating his order in his head over and over or he’ll blank when he gets to the register so it’s just this painful weird glancing back and forth—

Ugh, maybe all the shit about manifestation that girl who always loaned him exacto knives in his sculpting class always talked about was real.

Cause there was no way you weren’t just heaven-sent, handcrafted especially for him and all his general brand of weird.

The hours which usually flew by without Jin’s notice dragged all that night. He was so full of excess energy that made his hand shake and his thoughts race, not sure what to do with themselves now that they didn’t need to fantasize about you.

He decided to use all that extra motivation to vacuum the kitchen at 4:30 in the morning, much to his roommates' chagrin. She liked to get a nice solid eight hours every night and constantly reminded Jin of this, trying to sell him on that sleepy time tea before bed, though he really hated the smell of camomile.

Magne may lose out on some of her beauty sleep—not that she needed it and Jin would tell her that constantly, even if he did have some patently horrible judgment most of the time so he wasn’t really the best at offering reassurance—but the kitchen would be clean when she woke up so win-win really.

When she did wake up—wandering out of her room looking effortlessly put together in a way Jin could never hope to emulate—she sat at the table, sipping her tea and appraising him worriedly.

Jin was still in his jeans from the day before, hair spiking in every direction but down, and chewing his nails nervously despite losing most of them to the hour or two of early morning floor scrubbing.

“Babe,” she shook her head slowly, “take a breath.”

“Yeah okay,” he sighed and inhaled deeply, letting himself slide off the couch cushions and to the newly sparkling floors on the exhale.

“There, now wanna share what the hell is going on?”

He glanced up at her from the hardwood and groaned as she looked back down, brows furrowed over her glasses.

“Huhh, okay. So that absolute work of art from the library is meeting me for coffee later cause I have trade over this book I sort of stole, it’s a long story, and I don’t know if it’s a date—it sounds like a date, cause that’s where people go for dates and shit—but it might just be to pay me back for stealing the book. And if it is I’ve only ever been on that one date before which was with fucking Spinner like two years ago so—”

Magne held up a hand to quiet Jin before the speed of his words tied his tongue in physical knots. She looked contemplative, taking another soft sip of tea and nodding her head for a moment getting up to crouch on the floor by his head.

“You think too much for your own good, but never about the right things,” she mumbled, smoothing some of the hair from his face. “Does it really matter if this is a date or not?”

Jin blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she chuckled in that way people do when kids ask them obvious questions—kindly, appreciative of the curiosity, “either way you cut it, you’ll be spending time with this person you like, yeah?”

“Mhm,” he hummed and sat up to face her as she stood.

“A date is just hanging out with a special name anyway,” Magne’s hands were firm but gentle as she hoisted Jin off the floor and onto his feet. “You’ll be fine.”

His shoulders slumped both in mild relief and dejection that he’d waisted so much precious time he could have been preparing possible topics of conversation or strategies to ask you out for real date on worrying over how this first time would go.

How did Magne always fucking know all this stuff?

Other people were such a mystery to him.

To be fair, though, Jin was a mystery to himself most of the time as well.

“Thanks, sorry for not saying anything about it earlier,” he sniffed as she smiled and pinched his cheek way fucking harder than necessary.

“It’s alright, I’m only a little insulted you waited until now to tell me about this massive crush you’ve developed.”

“Yeah it’s got its own gravitational pull at this point.”

Magne laughed at that and Jin felt the room lighten.

“I do expect details when you get back though,” she said pointedly, finishing her tea wandering back to her room to grab her bag. “Spinner asked me, very begrudgingly might I add, to fill in at another of his club tournament things tonight so I’ll be out late.”

“Really? I didn’t think you liked that stuff.”

Jin shuffled over to her doorway and peaked into the neat little space. Magne was rummaging through the meticulously organized closet and frowning as she answered.

“I do, Spinner just doesn’t agree with my battle strategies,” she huffed. “My alignment is far too ‘chaotic’ and ‘recklessly violent’ for his tastes apparently.”

“Oh, yeah that makes sense,” Jin laughed this time just envisioning the two of them stuck on a team. “Well have fun with that.”

“Yeah well,” she brushed by him into the hall, keys jangling as she went and calling over her shoulder. “Text me how it goes, and wear that new button up you got last week, it looks good on you!”

***

Much to Jin’s surprise and delight, Magne was right.

He was fine.

He was fine.

Fine was a bit subjective—as he was most certainly still highkey panicking on main as he got out of his last class and walked the short few blocks to the cafe on campus—but regardless he was perfectly okay.

Of course that all went right out the fucking window in the split second between him walking in and you already staring at the door as he entered. Your eyes widened just a bit and this smile broke out slowly across your cheeks when you waved him over and it was like suddenly every single creepy as hell day dream had just become reality.

It was a little overwhelming to say the least.

His heart may have actually stopped in his chest for a bit and he did contemplate the possibility that Kurogiri might have actually discovered his little plot, murdered him in cold blood and stuffed his body in the records room. This might all just be the afterlife, but that would mean that Jin had gone to some kind of heaven which didn’t really add up with his current tract record.

But it was fine.

Because you were really fucking easy to talk to.

Like, really fucking easy.

It was sorta strange actually, how you seemed to know all this shit he was into before he even really mentioned it.

After you traded off the goods, you both sat in the big comfy couches upstairs in the loft and you listened to him info dump, inevitably getting lost down innumerable unrelated tangents. You managed to keep up well enough though and not question the winding conversation.

“Damn,” he said, sipping at the last dregs left behind in his cup. “How do you know about all this stuff?”

“Uh,” you paused then, looking maybe just a bit sheepishly into your own drink. “I may or may not have spent a considerable amount of time eavesdropping into your conversations while you’re on shift.”

He saw flashes at that moment—dial up sounds going off between his ears.

Jin.exe has stopped working.

“...What?”

You grimaced and hid your face in your hands for a moment, “I know it sounds really creepy, my friends just sorta made a, um, game out of it? They tease me a lot about going to study at the library just cause of the cute guy that works there, so we all kinda stalk you a little bit just—wow this is sounding exponentially worse and worse every second.”

He gaped a bit despite himself as you cringed visibly and Jin tried to discreetly pinch his thigh to make sure this really wasn’t some sort of cruel, cruel fever dream.

“You think I’m cute…?”

He blinked once and your eyes shot up to meet his, a pained, half smile caught between your teeth. “I mean, yeah. I kinda thought I was being a bit obvious, sorry.”

“What no, holy fuck,” he spluttered, face on fire and legs bouncing restlessly against the couch across from you. “Don’t apologize, I have a, uh, staring habit too I guess.”

“I know,” you rubbed at the back of your neck and Jin didn’t think it was possible for you to be anymore endearing. “I’ve noticed, that’s like the whole reason I insisted on buying you a drink.”

“So wait is this a date?”

Jin wished almost immediately that he hadn’t asked, because Magne was right, it super didn’t matter but fucking shit on a stick he really wanted it to be a date!!!!

“Yeah,” you nodded. “If you’d like that.”

“Yes!—ah, I mean, uh yeah mhm,” Jin choked on his spit with enthusiasm, but it did earn him a concerned shoulder pat so he’d take the win.

It also afforded him the opportunity to walk you home after hours chatting until the streets were lit by burnt orange lamps and the cafe was closing. You didn’t live all that far from him actually and when you stopped to point out your door, the two of you were overcome by that telltale, charged silence.

Filled with potential.

Like a gas stove waiting for a spark to go up in flames.

It was you that struck the match.

“So, um, I promise I don’t just, uh, do this with everyone but, do you wanna maybe come inside,” you let your hand trail down his arm and slip into his palm, “I don’t feel like you’ve been properly compensated for saving my ass.”

Jin’s mouth was watering at the thought. He nodded slowly, eyes like saucers as you pulled him up your steps and through the door which shut promptly behind him.

Your place was nice in the sense that it fit you. He wasn’t really paying all that much attention to his surroundings as you locked the door and squeezed his hand in yours, leading him towards the end of the entrance hall.

When he stepped through to your bedroom, you toed off your shoes and he did the same, staring nervously and waiting for you to show him what exactly you meant by ‘further compensation.’

It was exactly what he’d hoped.

You approached him, still in the doorway, and stepped close so your chests brushed together. It was soft, the way you looked at him, sort of fuzzy around the edges while your hands trailed down his arms to place his palms at your waist.

It wasn’t like Jin hadn’t done this before—he totally had and definitely remembered all of it and wasn’t shit faced at all nope—but it hadn’t really mattered before. He knew in theory that he should take the lead, be a gentleman and make the first move and holy fucking god he was dying over there with the desire to finally live out his months and months of fantasies

But what if he did it wrong?

What if he ruined it now when he was so close to the finish line?

He’d never fucking forgive himself for it, and he could goddamn hear Magne in his head.

“You think too much for your own good.”

And he did, and he was right now, cause the room was only dimly lit by the street light streaming in through the window and you were reaching out to loop your arms behind his neck.

Should he lean down now?

Tilt left or right?

What if he clacked your teeth together?

What if—

Your lips were soft and hot against his, rubbing at the stubble on his chin before pressing close in that precious, puzzle-piece way human bodies fit together. He didn’t do much thinking after that.

His hands were too busy digging into the flesh of your hips separated by way to many fucking layers of fabric, and he couldn’t quite stop himself from indulging just a bit. Jin sucked gently at your lower lip, knees going weak at the glorious fucking sound you made in the back of your throat as he licked over the taught skin and tugged it between his teeth.

He could feel you smiling into his mouth, sharing breath and raking your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. Jin groaned and you—fucking cheeky little bastard—slipped your tongue right past his lips and licked at the back of his fucking teeth like a popsicle in July.

Your hands in his hair hard tugged and his breath was coming faster, lips gliding against yours as the room turned to steam around him.

Through the haze he clung to the few remaining seconds of clarity.

Jin pulled away for one painful second to mumble against your lips.“You meant have sex, right?”

“Yeah,” your voice was barely more than a whisper, but you nodded frantically and rolled your hips against his.

“Ohh fuck, ‘kay good, thank god.”

For once Jin had nothing more to add.

And you weren't exactly willing to give him back his tongue long enough for any interruptions anyway.

***

“Holy fucking shit, look at you,” Jin gasped into your ear.

Both of your clothes had been discarded long ago, and he had your bare back to his chest while he sat propped against the headboard with your legs hooked on either side of his knees. It didn’t afford him the best view, but he got your head resting on his shoulder and pretty moans spilling right into his ear.

He didn’t need to see your pussy anyway.

The slick pouring out of your pretty fucking hole and coating his fingers as he pumped two of them into you was more than enough. His other hand wandered in the lovely expanse of space between your chest and your waist, running softly over the skin and pausing to pinch and roll your nipples just to hear you whine.

His cock was so fucking hard, trapped between your ass and his stomach, twitching every time you thrust your hips to meet the movement of his wrist.

“Jin, fuck please-”

You used his name every time you begged him for more and it was really going to his head.

“You’re so goddamn perfect, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he groaned and sunk his fingers deeper into your soaking cunt while his mouth dropped to your neck and sucked hard to mark you lovely skin.

He licked at the indents of his teeth, tasting your sweat on his tongue that tangled with yours again as your hand reached for his cheek and pulled him in. It was less of a kiss and more of a sloppy forming of your mouths that left you connected by a silvery string of spit that flashed in the low light. Jin sighed at the sight, rutting his hips against the cleft of your ass.

Your thighs twitched where they were spread and your hips lifted off the mattress to meet the languid thrusts of his fingers that curled up on every push in to hear the hitch in your breath.

He took pity on you and brought his other hand down to rub circles on your clit, listening for the telltale whimpers and the way your nails dug into his arm to find the perfect rhythm.

“I don’t really—mm, there fuck—feel like I’m paying you back right now,” you mumbled nipping your own trail of stepping stone bruises onto his throat as he picked up the pace and held steady on that sweet bundle of nerves.

“Are you fucking serious?”

He didn’t really mean to full on growl at you then, but just the thought that you’d really believe he wasn’t about to fucking drown in ecstasy just from watching you get off—just from touching, speaking, being in anyway acknowledged by you at all. Jin nudged your head to the side and bit down harshly into the crook of your neck, shuddering as you moaned and arched against his chest.

In any other scenario, he could never really find the right balance between too many words and not enough. The sheer volume of thoughts and interjections that raced like cars reaching the end of rush hour traffic made the formulation of any coherent conversation impossible, but now—

Now with your body so pliant in his hands, so willing and sweet and wanting him.

Wanting him.

What a concept.

He needed you to understand, to know how fucking over the moon, sunshine bright you had him burning.

And for once, he finally had the words to do it.

After all, he’d had months to prepare.

It was surprisingly easy to change your positions, to pull away from you for just a moment so he could roll and cage you on your hands and knees under him, ass in the air nestled against his cock.

“You really don’t think I’m getting anything out of this?” he groaned into you ear, rocking his length against you both for emphasis and because it felt so fucking good.

“Ah, well ya know,” your voice was so wrecked he was desperate to find out how much it would take for you to lose it entirely. “When you put it like that—mmh—I just feel bad you’re doing all the work. ”

You had this cheeky fucking grin on your face when you rocked forward so back so his cock slipped down to your dripping lips. The heat of your cunt was mesmerizing and it took a fuck ton of self control Jin was unaware he possessed to not ram straight into you right then.

“Yeah cause I’ve wanted to for fucking months goddamn it’s driving me insane.”

“What?”

Now that he’d started, Jin couldn’t find it in himself to stop. His hands dug hard into your hips, rocking so the tip of his dick caught your clit and you shivered below him, hot skin sliding with the motion of your bodies.

“It’s all I think about whenever I see you,” he was shaking when his hand reached down to grip himself, spreading your folds and soaking his length in your slick. “When you come in to work I just fucking lose myself thinking about how bad I want you to be mine, my pretty fucking thing to bring me coffee while I work and let me fuck you in the backroom.”

You whimpered under him, face pressed into the mattress as he draped himself over you, chest to back with his breath ghosting over your ear.

“Literal hours I just sit there at that awful fucking job and I only keep coming cause of you, cause I can watch you sit all cute in your chair and watch the way your cheeks squish up when you put your face in your hands and imagine they’re my hands and I’m about to spit in your fucking mouth so you remember who you belong too.”

“I—” you were nearly choking on the drool that soaked through your sheets as Jin lined himself up with your pretty little hole, pressing just the tip into your heat. “I didn’t think you ever—nggh, shit—noticed much about me.”

The corners of his eyes burned as sweat dripped down his forehead, he had to hold back a sob as he sheathed another inch into those perfect walls.

“Notice you? You’re all I fucking think about,” he pressed his lips softly against your shoulder, hands running from your chest to your sides as you took his cock and every word that slipped from his lips without complaint. “I could take such good care of you. I just fucking know it, just please, let me take care of you?”

“Fuck Jin,” your voice was closer to a sob than anything else but he needs you screaming. “You don’t really have to convince me—”

His patience had run out long ago, not even willing to let you finish before he’d sunk in to the hilt, spearing you on his cock with one final thrust. You ass was flush with his hips and his balls hung heavy and tight against the back of your thighs. The strangled little cry that worked its way out of your throat had gooseflesh erupting across his arms where he held you to him.

Jin couldn’t really be sure—it wasn’t like his brain was all that functional on a day to day basis and it most certainly was not now—but your walls clenching around him and that addictive warm, wet feeling milking his cock was on a whole other level than any fuck he’d ever had before.

There was something about the curve of your back against his chest, and the way you seemed to suck him in, drawing his length back in just seconds after he’d pulled out. Some about the feeling of your chest in his hands, of the sweat on your skin that he licked off in a long strip up your spine. Like you really were made for him. As though all those months spent in dream land, concocting your pretend lives together had spilled over into reality, molding you into the perfect shape to take him deep and hard and cry while you came on his cock just like he knew you were meant to.

“Oh, fuck yeah, gonna make you feel so good, I promise,” he mumbled, forehead pressed to the nape of your neck as his hips drew back and he sunk into you over and over again.

He needed you to moan louder, needed your neighbors on the other side of every wall to hear what he did to you, how he fucked you dumb on his cock and made you drunk with the pleasure of it—slutty and perfect and better than any fantasy he could ever concoct.

The room was filled completely with the wet slap of your bodies—his balls tightening up just at the squelch of you taking him—leaving only enough space for your cries and his grunting, no room left for any bitter doubt to creep in and ruin the sweetness in the air.

He could feel the surge growing in his stomach, the tensing in his thighs as his hips stuttered, but he needed you to cum first. Wanted to tip over the edge to the feeling of you spasming around him, so he let a hand slip from your hip to your folds. Jin only paused for a moment to run a finger around your stretched hole, feeling himself plunging into you, before drifting back up to your swollen clit and working the sensitive bud.

The mattress creaked and rocked along as Jin increased his pace, shifting his hips until his tip knocked against something that had your hands fisting in the sheets and your tongue lolling out in between cries of his name.

You didn’t give him much a warning, not that he minded really. Just a muffled shout with your head smashed into the pillows and the tightening of your walls surrounding him before he felt your whole body wracked with tremors so hard he had to wrap both arms around your middle and hold you while he rammed into you.

Jin wasn’t really keeping track of the filth that was pouring from his lips as he brought himself closer to release. A lot of encouragement, that you were taking him so well, cumming so pretty for him, mixed with a lot of thanks—for letting him have this, have you, for not casting him aside like everyone else always inevitably did.

He did have the clarity to drag one arm up and link your fingers together, pressing hard into the bed while blood pounded in his ears and his hips stuttered in their relentless rhythm. When Jin did finally cum, it was a strangely silent affair, all the words and sound that usually roared inside him dying on his lips as his cock spilled milky release deep inside you and your walls fluttered at the fullness.

And then it was as though every muscle in his body changed physical states.

Boneless, he collapsed onto you with a little huff. You didn’t even complain, just squeezed his hand tighter in yours and hummed at the weight of him.

“Well I think that was a, um,” you panted while he nuzzled his face deeper into your neck, “pretty equivalent exchange yeah?”

“I don’t know,” Jin kissed and nipped at the sweet skin of your shoulder, “I think you might have over paid a bit.”

You laughed, the joyous movement of your chest jostled him from your back and had his soft cock slipping from you in a gush of combined release. “I doubt that very much, I didn’t know I’d be getting to take your fucking load as part of the deal.”

“Shit,” he felt his heart seize in his chest, raising up on his elbows to look down as you turned to him. “I’m sorry, I should have asked.”

Your hand came up to stroke his cheek, clammy but welcome. He sat up enough so you could lay on your back and pull him back down to your chest amidst the sweat and cum slicked sheets.

“Don’t worry about it, I would have asked you to anyway,” you kissed the baby frizz at his hairline and if Jin hadn’t already melted into a puddle, then he certainly was now. “If I’d been able to talk at all.”

“Ha, yeah….”

A short silence descended in your dark bedroom. The noise of cars and the occasional shout filtered in through the window, but there was no other sound than your evening breaths. Jin tried not to ruin the peace while he had it.

It was such a rare commodity.

But he couldn’t say he mourned the quiet when you finally spoke.

“Did you wanna stay the night?” you asked in that soft way he always envisioned you would.

Soft so he’d know it was just a courtesy.

That you didn’t want him to leave.

“Uh, yeah, yes I would,” he stumbled over the words a bit, trying not to sound too eager but wanting you to know he would work a thousands shifts at the reception desk if it meant you held him for just a second longer.

“Good,” you sighed.

He felt you scoot down the bed and flopped onto his back so you could settle your head on his chest and drape an arm across his stomach. After another few minutes he felt you go limp at his side, soft and relaxed as you slipped away into dreams.

But though his muscles ached and his eyes felt heavy, Jin resisted the call to sleep.

He didn’t need to now.

You were here, in the flesh, and he could study you intently while his eyes were open.

No need for his brain to conjure up scattered images of you.

Because he had you now, tucked safely under his arm for him to keep and hold and fuck and love the way he wanted.

So there was no more need for sleep.

And no need for dreams.

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Solar Monsters (Full Chapter)

Ch. 1: Monstrous Beginnings

Miss Frankie has enough of the Solar Opposites so, she ended up trying to teach them a painful lesson, that she’ll soon regret.

Miss Frankie: That does it! These aliens are driving me crazy. I got to find a way to get rid of them!

So, Frankie did a board meeting with the humans to find a way to get rid of them.

Miss Frankie: Alright people, we have finally have enough of those goddamn alien neighbors of ours, and we’re fucking gonna do something to get rid of them, once and for all. So, who got any plans?

Randall: Uh, actually….. no.

Phoebe: Yeah, I know how much a pain our alien neighbors are but, they kinda grow on us. I mean, did you see the way how much they saved us from those napadoodles?

Mikey: Yeah, plus Korvo and Terry helped out with my lawn with that lawn mower ray.

Principal Cooke: D’aw, I hate to admit but damn it. Even their kids Yumyulack and Jesse did helped me with my troubled issues from my childhood during that board meeting. Despite the fact that I still fucking hate em, these kids are okay.

Randoe: Yeah, they may be assholes, but they are our assholes.

Enraged, Frankie flipped the speaker in fury.

Miss Frankie: Are you fucking joking? After all those goddamn awful things those fucking aliens have done to us? You are now falling head over heels over them! YOU’VE ALL GONE FUCKING CRAZY!!!

Coach: Well things have been less boring around here since the Solars arrived. Let’s cut em some slack.

Miss Frankie: Goddamn it!

As Miss Frankie walks off in a huff, she suddenly got an evil idea, once she saw the aliens’ house.

Miss Frankie: Wait a minute, that blue asshole’s lab. I have the perfect idea. Evil chuckle

Ch. 2: Ogre Korvo

Korvo was working on the ship while drinking Mountain Dew.

Korvo: Terry, bring me the screwdriver.

Terry: Okay.

Korvo kept blushing at his husband’ laziness. It has been awhile since they landed on earth and Korvo has finally begin to enjoy his lifemate’s company. But suddenly…

Korvo: Damn it Terry! Did you just put one of your Doritos in the stabilizer?

Terry: Yes parqua?

Korvo: Damn it, it’s damaging the engines.

Korvo got to work, despite him loving his Terry, sometimes his stupidity can annoy him.

Korvo: God damn it you really got stop bring snacks up here!

Terry: Aw, but I love these snacks!

Korvo: Well, next time. Just eat downstairs. It’s enough bugging problems already!

Terry: Okay geez!

Korvo: Good, just make sure you don’t make a mess of this again. Just head downstairs and I’ll let you know when I’m done.

Terry: Alright, love you sweetie.

As Terry heads downstairs, a blast appears and suddenly blast Korvo.

Korvo: screams in pain What the fuck? Replicants, you better not be messing with one of our ray guns!

Suddenly, Korvo suddenly feels his headache as he feels his cells suddenly evolving.

Korvo: Ugh. My head… my cells…. they’re on fire…. panting Urgh, what is wrong with me?!

Terry: Korvo, is everything- Oh my God! Korvo! Are you okay sweetie?!

Jesse: Korvo, are you alright?!

Pupa: Korvo?

Yumyulack: What’s happening to you?

Korvo: groaning in pain Terry! Kids! Get out of here! Run!

As Korvo continues to feel pain, his DNA has been altered as he began to experience changes in his body. His body grew muscles, his body starts growing larger as it ripped apart his robe, his feet got stronger and developed claws on it, his teeth got sharper and his voice got deeper.

Terry: K-Korvo?!

Korvo lets out a giant roar as he has fully become an monstrous hulking ogre Shlorpian. He then looks at a mirror and smashes it to pieces in a fit of rage.

Terry: Oh no my sweet Korvy!

Yumyulack: Oh my God! What the fuck happened to Korvo!

Pupa: Aaahh!

Jesse: Oh no! Korvo! No!

Korvo then smashes the walls and starts to attack the neighborhood. But luckily, Terry knows what to do.

Terry: KORVY! Stop!

Ogre Korvo: Huh?

Terry: It’s me Korv. Terry! Everything’s gonna be okay! Trust me!

When Korvo prepares to smash him, Terry luckily manage to tranquilize him as he finally calms down.

Ogre Korvo: T-Terry?

Terry: Yes, it’s me. You’ll always be my Korvo. kisses Korvo on the forehead

As Korvo manages to receive that kiss on the head, he has finally calm down as he began to transform back to normal.

Ogre Korvo: panting Grrr! Grrrr! Aaaaaaahhhh! turns back into his normal self

Terry catches Korvo as the latter smiles at his worker husband and blushes furiously.

Korvo: You found me.

Terry: I found you.

The two lifemates embrace in a kiss, but the town are still in panic by the monster.

Citizen #1: What happened to the monster?

Neighbor Kid: What’s going on?

Yumyulack: suddenly sees Korvo and Terry kissing Aw, eeww! Why do you guys have to be so fucking gross?!

Jesse: Aaawww. That’s sweet.

Pupa: Eeeewww.

Terry: Don’t worry Korv, I got you.

Terry carries Korvo as he smiles at his lifemate slash work husband in crime, but unknown to them, someone is watching them behind the bushes.

Ch. 3: Werecat Terry

Miss Frankie growled, knowing about the whole Korvo being an ogre thing. But she is still destined to get her next victims.

Miss Frankie: One down, three more to go. evil giggle

Miss Frankie then traveled to Washington by doing the same thing Korvo did, banning dinner parties. But it’s not banning dinner parties, it’s banning aliens from them. She manipulated the entire White House, had them make a new law and now the nightmare has just begun for Terry.

Terry: spinning the newspaper Wee-hee-hee! stops spinning it What the? looks at the article and gasp in horror after seeing the part where it says aliens are banned from dinner parties Nnnnnnoooooo!

Korvo: Huh? Did something bad happened in one of your favorite shows? Terry shows him the article as Korvo gasp Frankie got us banned from every dinner party?! Assshole!

Terry: Wait, you don’t mind having dinner parties with humans now?

Korvo: Fuck yeah! But when we’re banned?! Fuck no! Nobody bans me and my family from parties!

Terry: Aaawww! Korvy! kisses him on the cheek five times

Korvo: Don’t worry, we’re gonna need a plan to do something about this whole being banned from parties thing. Because, I will not let my Life-Terry be like a banned outcast for the rest of his life. Kids, get in here! Group hug time!

Once the replicants and Pupa got in here, the aliens group hug each other as a family.

Korvo: Now, here is our plan!

Overnight, Korvo and Terry manage to use technology to outrun dinner party officers. The humans even enjoy some of their banquets and amazing sci-fi stuff they did to outrun the officers. But the next day, things are about to get real hairy for Terry.

Terry: Okay, this one has a sanctuary for cute cats and kittens so this is where we’ll outrun the party officers. Then, once we use the technology that turns people into cats, the officers will leave and we’ll take the party to the basement! Who’s with us?!

Partygoers: I am! Woo-hoo! Yeah! Fuck yeah! Hell yeah motherfucker! Let’s do this!

Miss Frankie: coming in the room Okay, I’ve been going easy on you fucking aliens. I’m warning you. You better cut this shit out, or else!

Terry: Do your worst, skank!

Terry licks a sticker and puts it on an envelope with the evites just to invoke rage in Miss Frankie. Korvo can’t help but blush at his Life-Terry making so much progress since the law of parties with no aliens began. But that night, Frankie did the unthinkable.

Miss Frankie: Think they can outrun me?! Not on my watch!

Frankie then damages the cat nose shaped device for Terry that is just like the one he used to outrun Korvo from the second season as it began to glitch.

Miss Frankie: Get ready shitheads!

The moon then shined on the glitching cat device as it began to changed the glitches’ color. That night, the officers came into the house where the party is at. The guests put on their cat devices and transforms into cute cats. But once Terry turns on his, it shock him painfully.

Terry: screams in pain What the fuck is wrong with mine?!! kneels down on the floor in pain as the full moon shines on him

Terry looks at the full moon and starts to scream in pain.

Officer #1: What the fuck! Hold your fire!

Terry’s body began to undergo some changes. His whole body develops green fur all over him, his body grows bigger and muscular as the growth causes his clothes to ripped into pieces, he develop cat ears on his head and a cat tail behind him, his nose turns into a cat nose and he develops claws on his hands and his feet turns into adult shlorpian-sized cat paws and then his teeth grew sharper that looks like a cat’s teeth.

Cat Partygoers: yowls and screeches in fear

Werecat Terry: Growls and Howls at the full moon

Officer: Holy fuck!

Terry then proceeds to kill the cops with his sharper teeth and claws as the partygoers turn back into their normal selves and quickly hid at the Whole Foods store where Korvo was getting stuff for the dinner party with the replicants and Pupa.

Nathan: Korvo! Korvo! You gotta get the fuck outta of here! There’s a werecat after us!

Korvo: Oh my god! What?! One of the cat devices must’ve been malfunctioned by someone! Quick everyone, disguise yourself in normal party scents so he won’t find you!

Werecat Terry continues to wreck havoc by attacking and killing citizens while accidentally spitting out a hairball, which disgusted some of the citizens.

Principal Cooke: Aaah! Run! Save yourselves!

Werecat Terry then turned but then gasp after seeing Whole Foods. Korvo, the Replicants, Pupa and the partygoers quickly smothered themselves in foods that always goes with normal parties, but without any clothes.

Korvo: smothering birthday cake all over himself Okay, I got my scent covered. What about you, kids?

Yumyulack: trying to smother himself with different types of pudding Quick Jesse before he catches me. I’m too young to be cat food! Oh my God, we’re all gonna-

Jesse: slaps Yumyulack on the face while smothering her own body with ice cream Get it together bro! Nobody is gonna die! You hear me?!

Pupa: smothering himself with chips Yeah!

Korvo: What about the rest of you?! Are you ready now!

Partygoers: just finished putting on their party scents Ready!

Korvo: Okay, now quick! Take cover!

Terry shows up as soon as the Replicants and the partygoers hide, but Korvo was about to get to his hiding place once Terry pounced on him.

Korvo: gasps Holy bullocks! screams in horror as he cries in tears of fear

Werecat Terry: growling but then calms down Huh? K-Korvo?!

Korvo: What the? It can’t be! Is that…. Terry?

Terry starts to feel overwhelmed but Korvo gently touch his face.

Korvo: Terry, it’s me! Korvo! Your lifemate, your worker husband in crime, your life-Korvo.

Werecat Terry: B-but….

Korvo: You’ll always be my Terry.

The sun then rises the next morning as Terry suddenly sees smoke all over his body.

Werecat Terry: Aaah!

Korvo: T-Terry? Terry, speak to me!

Then a normal human-sized green twister appears around Terry as it swirls around him, but as it fades, it doesn’t show the werecat Shlorpian, it now shows Terry, back to his normal self but in the nude sadly.

Korvo: Sweeetie! pummels on Terry and kisses him affectionately on the lips

Terry: The sunrise worked! I’m me again! And now, where were we?

The two worker husbands in crime went back to kissing each other once Frankie and the officers came in.

Miss Frankie: Goucha! Huh?

To her shock and horror, she now sees the relived partygoers who woke up along with the Replicants and now they sees Terry, now smothered in single lonely person food, getting carried lovingly by his cake-covered Korvo as the two kiss.

Miss Frankie: What?! No! Noooo! It was his here. You guys saw the werecat, did you?

Person: Hooray, the sun scared him. Yay!

The crowd cheered as the food-covered Solar Opposites and the partygoers walked out of the store in victory and triumph.

Yumyulack: Come here you guys!

The messy Solar Opposites shared a group hug then thought about something.

Korvo: We can’t keep doing this forever! We must unbanned ourselves from dinner parties!

Darcy: the partygoers that is covered in wine I know how! shows them her plane

Terry: The Solar-Opposites are unbanning themselves dinner parties!

This morning was better for the team. They are no longer banned from dinner parties, but Terry and Korvo must now learn to control their new beast abilities. But, once trouble starts, they’ll be ready. However for Miss Frankie….

Miss Frankie: Think they can make me look crazy huh? Well, I’ll show them! Boys?! Two of her thugs showed up and show her a suitcase that contains a needle full of monstrous steroids You’re next kids! laughs evilly as she looks over the pictures of Yumyulack, Jesse and the Pupa on a billboard with photos of Korvo and Terry with X’s on them that shows her plans to get back at the aliens

Ch. 4: Hulk Shlorpian Yumyulack

Yumyulack was putting posters up for his locker. But he is still getting beaten up by his boy classmates.

Jayden: Up your ass Yumyudork!

Yumyulack growl in fury. Jesse came up and began to worry that her brother might go on revenge.

Jesse: Uh hey Yumyulack. How you doing? You okay?

Yumyulack: No! I’m not fucking okay! Grr! That’s it! Payback is gonna fucking happen, once I get to use animals poison.

Jesse: No, you have to work out if you wanna beat them up.

Yumyulack: The last time I went to that stupid gym, those muscle assholes were once fucking losers who took steroids that makes them buff up and- suddenly gets an idea Wait a minute…. develops a mischief grin on his face

Jesse: Oh noo. Yumyulack, don’t do it! Don’t-

Yumyulack: I’m gonna take these muscle drinks!

Jesse: Aw geez.

Two hours later, after school ended, Yumyulack went up to find where he can get the things that make people get muscle, until….

Miss Frankie: wearing glasses, an moustache and a trenchcoat Ahem!

Yumyulack: Huh?

Miss Frankie: disguised manly voice Hey kid. Heard you want the good stuff right?

Yumyulack: Yes. It’s the steroids right?

Two of Frankie’s goons came out and brings out a suitcase with the needle that is glowing purple.

Miss Frankie: Here! Take this suitcase. This needle will give you the strength you desired!

After the goons closed the suitcase, they handed it to Yumyulack as the latter grin in joy.

Yumyulack: Yes! I’ll finally get payback! Fuck you schoolmates of mine!

As Yumyulack run off victoriously, Miss Frankie and her goons snicker evilly. Later, at the Solar Opposites’ house, Yumyulack prepared to inject the needle when he suddenly heard the knock on the door.

Korvo: muffling Yumyulack! Open up!

Yumyulack: I’m busy Korvo!

Terry: knocking the door

Korvo: muffling Now!

Yumyulack: I’m coming geez!

Yumyulack quickly hid the needle under his bed and opens the door.

Terry: Hey honey. How you doing? Heard you had a rough day. Principal Cooke called.

Yumyulack: Oh sure. Yes, a group of guys punched me, but I’m okay. Things are good now! See you when dinner is ready.

Yumyulack starts to push his two adults out of the door as the two lifemates grew concern about this.

Korvo: Alright, you’re hiding something. What is it?

Yumyulack: It’s nothing Korvo! Fuck off!

Yumyulack slammed the door, leaving Korvo and Terry concern about one of their replicants. Yumyulack quickly grabbed the needle and injected in his arm as he groans in pain.

Yumyulack: groans and sighs in relief Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.

Unknown to him, Jesse heard the whole thing and backs away once Yumyulack exits their room and went to the workout room. Two days later, Korvo, Terry and Jesse starts to grow concern about Yumyulack. His behavior started to change, his eyes glow blue-purple every time he is upset and he started acting aggressive to everyone around him, including his classmates.

Braden: Hey look! It’s Yumyudork!

Aiden: I am so gonna enjoy this!

Once Aiden grabbed Yumyulack by the arm, Yumyulack’s eyes glow again as he finally snaps and slams Aiden in the face by the locker.

Yumyulack: FUCK OFF AIDEN!

Principal Cooke: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! What the fuck is going on here?

Aiden: Dude, that fucking bitch just slammed me into the lockers. Do something!

Suddenly, Yumyulack snapped again and grabs Jaiden and throws him across the wall as it created a hole.

Students and Teachers: screams in horror and quickly evacuated the school

Principal Cooke: Holy fuck! What have we done! We created a fucking monster! Run for your lives!

Yumyulack starts panting in fury as he suddenly develop muscle on his arms. Meanwhile….

Terry: tidying up the kitchen with Korvo while humming

Korvo: Gah! His hand was cut by a sharp item Grrrrr! starts to transform

Terry: Oh my God! Heal Korvo! Fucking heal! It’s okay! I’m here! It’ll be okay.

Terry holds Korvo’s hand as Korvo calms down and regains control of himself as he washes the blood off with cold water.

Korvo: This is awful Terry. We have to learn to control ourselves. These monstrous forms can be very deadly.

Terry: Good point! We have to control our monster forms before we can find the cure. phone beeps Hold on, I’m getting a text message.

Korvo: sees what it says but grows horrified along with Terry Oh my god! Yumyulack!

The two aliens grabbed their Pupa and quickly drives over to the now nearly destroyed high school at sunset. Then, they see Yumyulack, who started to lift weights, while growing larger and muscular.

Yumyulack: Grrr….MAKE…..HUMANS….FUCKING….PAY! smashes a barbell and roars

Korvo: Oh my God…. joy in his eyes My little replicant has reached his growth spurt! Stops and realizes what happened Oh wait a minute, right! Clears his throat Yumyulack! I demand an explanation! Why are you suddenly gigantic and strong?! And why the fuck did I get a text from Principal Cooke saying you beaten up two of your schoolmates, mister?

Yumyulack: snaps and grabs Korvo DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!!!!!

Korvo: choking Gah! Yumyulack, put me down!

Terry: Holy shit! Yumyulack is turning into The Fucking Incredible Hulk!

Yumyulack throws Korvo at Terry as the two adults screamed but look in horror as Yumyulack grows more taller and muscular as his shoes ripped, his pants and shirt is half torn and his voice got deeper.

Hulkyulack: YUMYULACK SMASH!

Hulkyulack which is the nickname for Yumyulack as a hulk Shlorpian smashes the walls and roars. He then ran out of the school and heads towards town.

Korvo: Yumyulack!

Terry: Korvo, we gotta save him before the army comes for him!

Jesse: driving a scooter Don’t worry, I have an idea to train you guys once we save Yumyulack.

Korvo: No. I have an idea!

Terry: Korvo, no! You’ll get killed by him.

Korvo: I know, but Yumyulack is still my little sapling. The monster is my replicant and right now, he needs his adult!

Korvo grabbed one of the scooters and quickly rides it to find his replicant as Terry, Jesse and Pupa look in worry.

Korvo: Korvo’s coming Yumyulack! Korvo’s fucking coming for you!

Korvo then drives up to see Yumyulack destroying half of the town. He then sees an army tent and gasp on what they’re about to do.

Korvo: Oh shit! They’re gonna blow him up! Hang in there, kiddo!

Korvo quickly heads over to Yumyulack but starts to transform.

Korvo: Fuck no. Not now!

Korvo manages to keep his sanity in check as he sees Yumyulack about to throw a destroyed part from a building in anger.

Korvo: Yumyulack! Stop! I’m here, mister. I’m here. You’re gonna be okay. You’re okay. Korvo’s here, please snap out of it. You’ve gone out of control. I’m sorry these few months have been rough. But Korvo is here, and I still got you. I love you.

Yumyulack prepares to launch at Korvo in anger but Korvo quickly transforms into his ogre form and grabs Yumyulack with embrace.

Hulkyulack: Huh? struggles to get free but suddenly calms down once Korvo starts soothing him Wh-what?!

Ogre Korvo: I got you son. It’s okay.

Yumyulack then starts to feel overwhelmed but his messed up monstrous emotions and breaks down crying into Korvo’s chest as Korvo continues to soothe him, just like he did when Yumyulack was just a sapling.

Ogre Korvo: Shhh. It’s okay. It’s alright, I got you Yumyulack. You’re okay. wipes the tears from Yumyulack’s eyes You’re safe kiddo.

Hulkyulack: I’m sorry. kept on crying in Korvo’s chest

Ogre Korvo: I know Yumyulack. Come on, let’s get you home.

The two monster Shlorpians left town as the humans look in shock. Later, the two made it home with Jesse trying to keep Werecat Terry distracted from any primal instincts with a yarn ball which got the Pupa’s attention as he starts playing with his adult.

Pupa: Yarn ball! plays with it with Werecat Terry but then gasp upon seeing a tired out Yumyulack Yumyulack!

The Pupa went up to hug Yumyulack, who has fallen asleep, but start to calm down as his effects started to wear off, as well as Korvo.

Jesse: Yumyulack! Is he-

Ogre Korvo: No. But, he’ll be fine.

Jesse: crying as she hugs Yumyulack Oh thank heavens.

Werecat Terry: purrs on Korvo’s legs as Korvo blushes lovingly

Ogre Korvo: But how did Yumyulack get like that?

Later, they check the Replicants’ room and sees the needle under Yumyulack’s bed as they gasp.

Jesse: Oh no! I knew this would happened! Yumyulack must’ve gotten so tired of being beaten up by his schoolmates, he must’ve taken this thing.

Ogre Korvo: But who gave him that needle?

Miss Frankie then sneaks into the bedroom and puts a serum in a tube on the Pupa’s bed.

Ch. 5: The Pupa’s Another Big Day

The Pupa was resting on his bed while Korvo and Terry were busy. Then, he sees the bottle.

Pupa: Oooh. drinks the serum Aaah.

Suddenly, the Pupa started to grow larger as he grew spikes on his back and sharp teeth underneath his mouth as he starts to grow scared.

Pupa: crying Korvo! Terry!

Terry: Hmm? Pupa?

Korvo: Aw, must’ve want to watch Moana. suddenly hears walls creaking Wait a minute! Something is wrong! grabs Terry

Once the two adults made to the living room, they gasp at the Pupa’s growing size once he starts crying.

Terry: Oh no! Pupa! It’s gonna be okay. Oh my God, what do we Korv? What did you do wrong? What did I do wrong?! What did we do wrroooonnnnggg! No-ho-ho-ho!

Korvo: I-I don’t know. How could this even happen to our little Pupa!

Terry: Don’t worry Pupa, everything’s gonna be okay. We’ll get everything you need. Come on Korvo!

Once Korvo and Terry let the living room frantically, Pupa started growling and roars very loudly that the lights went out in every neighborhood.

Neighbors: screaming

Giant Pupa: Roar!

The Pupa busts through the wall as he heads towards town. Yumyulack and Jesse, who were just waking home from school, saw the people in shock and horror was they watch the Pupa making his way through town, roaring. The two replicants look at each other and then hugged in fear.

Yumyulack and Jesse: Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

Terry: Pupa! We’re here and we got everything that you li-

Korvo: Oh my God! The Pupa! Where the fuck is the Pupa?!

Jesse: He’s heading towards town.

Terry: Oh my fucking God! Our sweet little Pupa is in trouble! And we don’t know where he is in town!

Korvo: crying Not our sweet innocent Pupa!

Jesse: Our little bro is a giant! I can’t believe it! crying

Yumyulack: Why is this happening to us? The Pupa is our baby of the family!

Terry: I know! But, now he’s in big big big trouble again. Pupa! Where are you?!

Korvo: Pupa, where the bullocks are you?!

Jesse: Pupa! Where are you?! Pupa!

Yumyulack: Come out wherever you are! Pupa!

The entire family breaks down in tears as they hug each other, worrying about the Pupa’s safety. The Solar Opposites then got in the car and started driving around town, looking for the Pupa.

Solar Opposites: Pupa? Where are you?! Pupa, we miss you so fucking much! Where are you our little baby boy? Pupppaaaa! Come back here! We miss you! crying

Suddenly, the family heard a roaring in the distance, which belongs to the Pupa.

Korvo: Over there!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Pupa!

Terry quickly drives the family over and sees the Pupa taking apart a billboard with Baby Shark on it.

Giant Pupa: Baby Shark!

Solar Opposites: Aaaawwwww.

Terry: That’s so cute.

Jesse: Isn’t that adorable?

Yumyulack: Yeah.

Korvo: All the Pupa wanted do was to just look around. Isn’t that fucking sweet?

Jesse: Yeah.

Suddenly, a giant grenade appear and it shock the Pupa, which caused him to drop the billboard.

Giant Pupa: Ow!

Solar Opposites: screaming as they ran away for safety from the falling billboard as it collapsed

Giant Pupa: Wwwwaaaaaaahhhhhhh! giant tears fall out of his eyes

The people ran away in fear from the giant tears. The Solar Opposites look at their crying Pupa, but grew enraged once they saw the people who shoot the grenade.

Jesse: Hey! Those bastards shocked our Pupa and him cry!

Terry: Those motherfucking assholes! Nobody shocks our Pupa with a giant grenade and gets away with it!

Korvo: Alright fuckers! It’s so fucking on!

Yumyulack: I’ll take care of them! You guys take care of the Pupa!

The Solar Opposites quickly sprang into action as the Pupa continue to cry. Yumyulack then sees the guy who shot the grenade and begins to fight with them while controlling his inner beast.

Yumyulack: growls as his eyes start to glow but manages to calm down as the glow disappears Keep it together Yumyulack! The Pupa needs you, and so does your family. Let’s fight! Bitches!

As Yumyulack fights off the four goons, Jesse got on the Pupa and starts to sooth him.

Jesse: There there, Pupa. We’re here for you. Your family is gonna take great care for you.

Korvo: Pupa! Look what Terry and I got for you!

Terry: It’s your favorite stuff teddy bear, Mr. Fuzzlbuttons! presses the tummy that plays music

Giant Pupa: crying Huh? dries his tears Fuzzlebuttons?

Terry: That’s right Pupa. It’s okay. Your family is here.

The Pupa began to calm down as it grows back to his original size and got his teddy bear as Terry picks him up.

Terry: Pupa! gave Pupa to Korvo, who starts soothing him as the Pupa weeps while calming down

Korvo: Oh Pupa! Thank goodness you’re okay! Everything’s gonna be okay!

Jesse: Yay! There’s the Pupa we know and love! kisses him on the cheek multiple times

Yumyulack: comes down with the goons he tied up while doing a Wonder Woman pose

Korvo: sigh What a showoff.

Yumyulack: Pupa? Oh thank goodness you’re okay.

Korvo: Group hug time! And it has to last forty-five seconds or we’re starting over!

The Solar Opposites embrace their Pupa and each other with tears of joy in their eyes as they smile. The group hug ended as the Solar Opposites looks at the goons in disgust and outrage over what they did to the Pupa.

Goon #4: What the fuck are you looking at?!

Korvo: growls as he kicks in the goon in the balls Fuck you, you goddamn cunt! Nobody hurts our little pupa!

Terry: Yeah Korvo! Dab it!

Pupa: Yay! Korvo!

Yumyulack: Alright Korvo!

Jesse: Yeah! When you messed one of the Solar Opposites, you mess with the rest of us!

Terry: Stay away from our kids you bitch, cause if you dare lay one finger on Yumyulack, Jesse and/or the Pupa, venom in his voice you got another thing coming!

Korvo: Come on team! Let’s get the hell outta here before the cops show up!

As for the goons, they are about to have some huge trouble once they see an angry mob of mall customers staring at them in disgust, believing this whole thing was an attempt child murder for the Pupa.

Customer #1: Dude, what the fuck?

Costumer #2: Were they trying to murder a kid?

Stacy K: You bastards!

Marie: What the fuck? That thing is just a baby!

Principal Cooke: Let’s get ‘em, guys!

The costumers swarm around the goons as they beat him up. Later, the Solars head home after a trip to Wendy’s, but are now exhausted.

Terry: yawns Well, I better go to my room, before I transform and figure out how to get that nose off of me.

Korvo: We did a great job today, team. Let’s get some rest.

The family heads inside with Korvo putting the Pupa to bed. But then, Jesse sees a glowing pink lipstick in her makeup set and gasp.

Jesse: Hmm.

Ch. 6: Demon Jesse

As she put on the glowing pink lipstick, Jesse thought about something. All her life, Jesse wanted to be with the Stacies, but she always miss that chance every time. Terry then knocks on the door.

Terry: muffling Jesse? You almost done?

Jesse: Uh yeah, I’m done. I’m heading out now.

Jesse walks out of the door tiredly as she heads to her room. She then puts on her pajamas and looks at the mirror sadly.

Music in the background: “Beautiful” from Christina Aguilera

Jesse then heads to bed as she sheds a little tear in her eye, as if she was feeling left out by her transformed family. But as she falls asleep, a glow appears on herself. She then started to have nightmares like Turning Red, one that involves her two adults, her brothers and the Stacies and their friends insulting and blaming her for ruining their lives, a muscular demon looking at her, a spirit of a demon flying through and a shadow of herself as something terrible….. a muscular monstrous demon Shlorpian! Jesse awakes from her nightmares in fear as she breathes in and out in tears.

Jesse: Nnnnooooo! breathes in and out as she begins to cry

Yumyulack: wakes up Hey Jesse, what’s wrong? You having a nightmare?

Jesse: breaks down in tear as she hugs Yumyulack Oh Yumyulack, it was horrible. Everybody was blaming me, there was a monster and I turned into one and…and…

Yumyulack: Hey it’s okay. Just get some rest, you’ll be fine in the morning.

Jesse worriedly head back to her bed and head back to sleep. But then, the next morning…

Jesse: yawning

Terry: yelling from downstairs Kids! Breakfast is ready!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Coming.

After Yumyulack finished getting ready for school, Jesse heads into the restroom. But once she looks at the mirror, she suddenly sees glittering spots all over her body with different shades of pink as she gasp in horror.

Jesse: screams in horror as she slams the door

Korvo: Jesse?! Damn it Terry, did you scare her about this puberty thing again?

Terry: What? Pfft, no. That’s ridiculous, Jesse’s growing up, she knows about this stuff! starts gloobering

Korvo: sigh I know what she needs.

Jesse quickly started to panic as she looks around her body.

Jesse: Oh my God! What is happening to me?! crying but stops once she realizes something Wait a minute, I look perfect! This is just like what the Stacies use to wear. I think my luck is changing! The girls are so gonna love it! I’m gonna be the most popular girl in school!

Jesse’s imagination daydream shows up inside her head as it shows the Stacies and their friends adoring Jesse’s new look.

Stacy K: Oh my God Jesse, you look so fucking cool!

Stacy F: I totally wanna be your friend!

Dylan: Kiss me Jesse!

The daydream ended once Korvo knocks on the door.

Jesse: gasp Korvo!

Korvo: Jesse! Jesse, open the door! I got the stuff you need!

Jesse: puts on a pink jacket Yes. Thank you so much.

Korvo: Here you go. Just in case you start your zeroid. hands her puberty stuff

Jesse: Gee thanks Korvo. Well, better get ready. Better get breakfast.

Later, the Replicants head to school. Jesse head inside the girls’ bathroom where she takes off her coat.

Stacy F: offscreen Holy fuck! Jesse?

Jesse turns around and gasps to see the Stacies and their friends looking at her.

Stacy K: Oh my God! That’s so fucking cool.

Marie: You look like a princess.

Stacy F: Do you wanna hang after lunch?

Jesse: Yes. suddenly notices a horn appearing on her forehead Huh?

Stacy F: Great, see you then!

As the Stacies and their friends left, Jesse started to panic once she notices the horns looks like a demons’ horn as she panics.

Jesse: Oh no! This is awful, I have to do something or the Stacies are gonna kill me! gets a pink fedora and puts it on her head to hide her horn Phew. Okay, time to get Stacied!

A montage occurs which involves Jesse hanging out with the Stacies and their friends while Jesse tries to hide her horns. Yumyulack grows worried and suspicious about his sister. Later, he heads home where Korvo and Terry were busy restraining themselves due to their side effects from their monster forms.

Yumyulack: Korvo! Terry! We need to talk, I think Jesse is hiding something and-

Korvo: holding his arm that is glowing blue Not right now Yumyulack. Terry and I are busy trying to control ourselves.

Terry: restraining his arm that is growing green cat fur and it glows light green Korvo, we have to keep trying! We have to gain control before-

Yumyulack: I know how! You guys, we have been controlling ourselves by not letting our frustrations get the best of us. We just kept on going whenever trouble burst around here. Because, we’re the Solar Opposites!

Korvo: He’s right! We have to stop! We have full control!

Terry: We got this guys!

As said, Korvo and Terry manage to gain control as their arms turn back to normal. Suddenly, Terry sees the glowing pink lipstick Jesse put on and grow suspicious.

Terry: What the?

Later, in the lab, Korvo gasp once he ran DNA tests on the lipstick as the gang screams in horror.

Yumyulack: What the fuck is happening?!

Terry: That thing can turn someone into a demon?!

Korvo: But who used it? None of us are even girls! Damn it!

Suddenly, the three aliens’ eyes shrink in horror as they suddenly realize who put it on.

Terry: Holy fuck! Jesse!

Yumyulack: Terry! Wait! hold his hand out

Terry quickly got in the taxi and tells the cab driver where to drop him off. Back with Jesse, she tried her best to hide her looks, only for her to grow taller and muscular and her horns grow larger too as her hands develop claws on them.

Jesse: Aw man, this is getting worse, but at least the Stacies didn’t know.

Suddenly, she hears talking and laughing coming from outside as she hears the Stacies.

Stacy K: Can you believe that loser Jesse totally believed we wanted her to be our friend? laughing That bitch is really a slut.

Stacy F: Yeah, we only hang out with her because the sparkles.

Dee Dee: I know, what a loser.

The Stacies and their friends laugh as Jesse turned around in shock with a jaw drop.

Jesse: All this time… the Stacies only liked me…. voice suddenly gets distorted FOR MY SKIN?! growls I can’t believe they fucking tricked me! Those fucking skanks! smashes a mirror with her fist as her eyes started to glow dark pink Ugh, I can’t believe this! Why doesn’t anyone care about me for being me?!

Terry: runs into the school once he suddenly sees the sunset and gasp Oh no! Jesse!

Back in the girls restroom, Jesse growls as she finishes growing, her back gains magenta demon wings, her teeth became demon fangs and she started to growl once the Stacies enter the room.

Stacy F: What the fuck?!

Demon Jesse: roars loudly

Stacy K: Aaaaahhh! It’s a monster! Run!

The girls run for their lives as Terry runs past them and gasps once he sees Jesse finishing her transformation. The full moon then appears and Terry turns around to see the moon as he starts transforming.

Terry: Oh shit.

Terry turns into his werecat, and after yowling at the moon, sniffs for Jesse as he growls. Suddenly, he sees a mysterious being with dark pink eyes. Once he turns on the lights, he sees Jesse, now a monstrous she-demon with a ruined dress growling at him.

Werecat Terry: gaining the ability to speak but with a different voice Holy fuck! Jesse?!

Demon Jesse: Roar!

Jesse punches Terry and begins to attack him in blind rage as they got out of the school while Terry tries his best to restrain Jesse.

Werecat Terry: Jesse, stop! You have control yourself. You’ve gone crazy!

Demon Jesse: Nooo!

Werecat Terry: Aaah, my poor little Jesse! She’s gonna crazy! What do I d-

Before he could do something, Jesse grabs him and prepares to lift him but suddenly, Jesse’s demon eyes became normal as she tries to regain most of her sanity.

Demon Jesse: normal voice No-ho!

Jesse quickly drops Terry as he groans but suddenly sees Jesse growing scared as her voice grows distorted again.

Werecat Terry: Now’s my chance. walks up to Jesse Jesse, it’s me. Terry, your adult. It’s gonna be okay sweetie. Korvo and I are gonna help you. We’ll figure out this transformation thing, but please control yourself, babygirl.

Jesse then tries to attack Terry again, but then Terry quickly grabs her hand and starts soothing her.

Werecat Terry: Shhhh.

Demon Jesse: T-Terry?

Werecat Terry: Yes sweetie, it’s me. Terry.

Demon Jesse: I-I’m… what happened to me? I’m so scared! Terry, what am I gonna do? I’m a monster…….breaks down in tears as Terry comforts her.

Werecat Terry: Shhhh. There there Jesse-bear. Terry’s here. It’s gonna be okay. I got you.

Terry soothes Jesse as a scene flashes back to a memory of Terry soothing Jesse as an infant. The scene switches back to the present as Jesse calms down and smiles at Terry. The adult and replicant hug each other, “Father and Daughter” from Paul Simon played in the background as the two decided to head home.

Werecat Terry: Come on Jesse-bear. Let’s go home.

Unknown to them, Miss Frankie has been watching them this whole time as she growls in fury.

Miss Frankie: That’s it! I have had it! Time to take matters into my own hands!

Ch. 7: Darkest Hour

Miss Frankie dial the police and prepares to invoke her final phase to her plans. The next morning, Korvo was cleaning the reactor until he heard a doorbell.

Korvo: Huh? sees the police outside the window Oh shit, Terry! Did you steal another bear?!

Terry: No! We vow to not do that again! Remember?!

Korvo: Then why are the fucking cops outside?!

Terry: I don’t know! Let’s just go find out!

Once Korvo and Terry open the door, the cops pummel on Korvo as the Replicants and Pupa came downstairs in fear.

Police Officer #1: Hold it right there Korvo Solar-Opposites!

Korvo: chocking Gah! What the fuck is happening?!

Terry: Oh my God! Korvo! tries to get to him by the cops hold him back while they put his face on the ground

Yumyulack: Guys! What’s happening?!

Jesse: Oh my God! Korvo! Terry! Are you okay?!

Pupa: No! Don’t hurt Korvo and Terry!

Officer Lady #1: You and your alien husband are under house arrest for stealing illegal chemicals from the facility!

Terry: What?!

Korvo: No we didn’t!

Officer #2: Oh, then what’s this?!

The cops open a gym bag that reveals some chemicals, the ogre ray, a screwdriver and the steroids that Yumyulack used.

Korvo: What the? Is that my missing ogre ray?

Terry: Is that a screwdriver?!

Yumyulack: Guys! I think those are the stuff that got us turned into monsters!

Jesse: You don’t understand officers! Someone set us up!

Officer Lady #1: Sorry, but this evidence confirms it. You two are hereby officially under house arrest for three months.

Solar Opposites: What?! Three months?! No! Are you fucking kidding me right now?! You monsters! What the fuck?!

Korvo: You don’t understand we’re innocent! We didn’t make these! Some of our stuff were stolen! Someone set us up!

Officer Lady #2: Yeah yeah! Tell it to the judge, asshole!

Terry: crying No! You can’t do this to us!

But it was too late. The officers put house arrest devices on Korvo and Terry as they drove away, leaving the two aliens scorned.

Terry: Korvo, what are we going to do?! We have to do something! We have to get cured before the cops found out about our monster forms!

Korvo: I don’t know. But, we’re gonna find out who did this to us once and for all.

Terry: gasp You mean we’re gonna…

Terry and Korvo: Break in the lab tonight and figure out who the culprit is so we can make an antidote to save ourselves from the beast within us?!

Korvo: Fuck yeah Terry! Let’s do this!

Terry: Hell yeah! Let’s fucking go!

Korvo: Terry, wait! We first have to get those fucking devices off of us because it will summon the cops!

Terry: But how? Every time we try to take these off, they keep shocking us. tries to take it off but he got shock

Korvo: Damn it! You’re right! There has to be a way to get these off without getting shocked again.

Terry: But Korvo, how the fuck are we gonna do it?

Yumyulack: Ahem!

Korvo and Terry turn to see Yumyulack with a screwdriver.

Yumyulack: Need any assistance?

Korvo and Terry look at each other a clever smirk. Yumyulack manage to get the house arrest devices off of his two adults and put them on their bed’s handle.

Korvo: Thanks Yumyulack!

Terry: Hell yeah! We’re fucking free baby! Jesse! Pupa! Group meeting!

Jesse and Pupa comes in the bedroom where the Solar Opposites group huddle to discuss their plans.

Korvo: Okay team, here’s our plan! Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa! You head to the laboratory where the cops found the stuff that turned us into monsters and figure out the person behind all of this!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa: On it! Let’s do this! Yay!

Korvo: Terry and I will stay here and figure out how to outrun the cops, because they might grow suspicious!

Terry: Hell yeah! Looks like the Solar Opposites are breaking out of their own prison!

Korvo: Let’s do this!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa quickly ran off to head the laboratory while sneaking past the cops. Korvo and Terry prepare to weapon themselves once they hear a cell phone ring.

Terry: I’ll get it! picks up the phone Hello?

Miss Frankie: disguised voice Hello, this is your culprit speaking.

Terry: Wait, what?!

Korvo: Give me that! takes the phone from Terry’s hand Who the fuck are you?

Miss Frankie: I just wanted to let you know that I was the one who sent the police after I told them about the stolen chemicals that were taken from the laboratory.

Korvo: Wait, how did you know about-

Miss Frankie: Simple. I was watching you this whole time. Waiting for the right move to put the cops on you?

Korvo: What the fuck are you taking about?! You didn’t say anything about-

Suddenly, a realization hits Korvo and Terry’s heads as they grow disgusted.

Terry: gasp It was you? You did this whole monster thing?! This whole time?!

Korvo: You did this! You’re a fucking psycho! You set us up!

Terry: You used us, you fucking monster!

Korvo: gasp The Replicants! Pupa! We have to warn them Terry!

Miss Frankie: Oh and don’t worry about your kids. They’ll be ours for the taking!

Terry: You sly motherfuckers! You won’t get away with this! Stay away from our kids!

Miss Frankie: Don’t worry, you’re up next.

Korvo: growling If! You! Dare! Lay! One! Finger! On! Our! Kids! So! Help! Me! I’ll-

Miss Frankie: Relax, it won’t hurt a bit. We’re about to send some reinforcements! Have fun being under house arrest! evil laugh

Korvo: No!

Terry: No!

Korvo and Terry’s eyes started glowing as they started to transform.

Korvo: No! voice gets deeper You’re crazy! We won’t let you!

Korvo and Terry prepare to head out of the door when they saw a cop arriving.

Korvo: Get ready Terry! You up for this?

Terry: Hell yeah! Let’s do this!

Korvo and Terry finished their transformation once the cops arrived.

Ogre Korvo: ROAR!

Werecat Terry: Yowls

The two transformed monsters beat up the cops while the neighbors ran for their lives as Korvo and Terry head off to save their Replicants and Pupa.

Ch. 7: Big Trouble

Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa quickly head inside the laboratory while Miss Frankie and her goons follows them.

Yumyulack: Okay, let’s just keep quiet so no one can hear us!

Jesse: Okay!

Pupa: Aha!

The kids heads towards the lab where they found the stuff that turned them into monsters. But then they found the cures

Yumyulack: The antidotes! Jesse, we can be cured!

Jesse: Alright, let’s get out of here and get these stuff to Korvo and Terry and prove our innocence-

Miss Frankie: wearing a disguise Not so fast you little brats!

Yumyulack and Jesse: gasp

Pupa: Oh no!

Miss Frankie points a gun at the three alien children as they hug each other in fear.

Miss Frankie: I finally got you right where we want you.

Yumyulack: What are you talking about?!

Jesse: Wait a minute, notices the stuff are those the stuff that- grows angry Hey, you’re not being very nice!

Yumyulack: You guys did this! You motherfuckers! You turned us into monsters!

Jesse: You won’t fucking get away with this!

Pupa: Yeah!

Miss Frankie: Well guess what?! I just already have! Boys?!

Two of Frankie’s goons grabbed Yumyulack and Jesse as they screamed while the Pupa gets trapped in a net.

Yumyulack: Hey! Let us go you assholes!

Jesse: Put us down now!

Pupa: Help! Terry! Korvo! Help me!

Miss Frankie: evil laugh That’s right, wait till your two daddies come after you and try to save you!

Yumyulack: You won’t get away with this whoever you are!

Miss Frankie: Too late, I just did. Have you met Simone? Say hi Simone!

Jesse: Who’s Simone?

Suddenly, a giant mutated Goliath woman named Simone appeared as Yumyulack and Jesse gasp just right before they started to transform into their monster forms.

Yumyulack: struggling to break free once he started to hulk out Terry! Korvo!

Jesse: struggling to break free once she started to transform into her demon form Terry! Korvo! Help us!

Miss Frankie: That’s right, transform so Simone can-

Suddenly, the Pupa transforms into his giant form and roars in fury.

Giant Pupa: Bad monster!

Simone: roars

Pupa and Simone then started fighting until Simone escaped through the walls after pushing the Pupa outta the way.

Miss Frankie: Aw, what the fuck? Get back here you fucking idiot!

Goon #1: Uh, ma’am?

Miss Frankie: WHAT?!

Miss Frankie then gasp once she sees Yumyulack and Jesse transforming into their monsters forms as they growl and breaks free from the captors.

Miss Frankie: Holy shit! Let’s get the fuck outta!

Miss Frankie and the goons escape just as soon as Korvo and Terry arrived.

Ogre Korvo and Werecat Terry: KIDS!

Yumyulack and Jesse finished their transformation as they roared very loudly.

Miss Frankie: Oh no you don’t! gets out a gun that shoots a silver bullet

Hulkyulack and Demon Jesse: gasp

Ogre Korvo: No!

Werecat Terry: Replicants!

Korvo and Terry quickly grabbed their Replicants as the bullet hit Korvo.

Ogre Korvo: Gah!

Werecat Terry: Korvo! Are you okay?

Ogre Korvo: notices no bleeding on him Holy fuck! I’m bullet proof!

Werecat Terry: screeches Nobody shoots at my Korvo!

Terry tries to attack the goons as they escape.

Ogre Korvo: Children, are you okay?!

Demon Jesse: Yeah.

Werecat Terry: Oh thank goodness. We were so worried, thank the fuck you’re okay. kisses the Replicants on the foreheads

Hulkyulack: Thanks for coming for us.

Ogre Korvo: We’re just so glad you kids are safe. Come here.

Despite being transformed into monsters, Korvo, Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse hug each other in tears of joy. But then, Terry notices someone missing.

Werecat Terry: Wait, where’s Pupa?

The Solars then turned around and gasp in horror once they see the Pupa fighting Simone.

Werecat Terry: Oh my God! Our precious baby!

Demon Jesse: Pupa! No!

Hulkyulack: growling That’s it! These guys have messed with us long enough!

Ogre Korvo: Nobody harms our little Pupa! Come on guys, we got a Pupa to save.

Werecat Terry: Hell yeah!

Ogre Korvo: Let’s go stop that monster and save some lives!

Ch. 8: Final Battle

The Solars made it to fight the monster and help their Pupa, but the Pupa is about to get hurt.

Giant Pupa: gets punched by Simone in the face Ow! whimpering

Werecat Terry: Pupa!

Terry claws Simone to get her away from the Pupa. Pupa then see Yumyulack and Jesse and hugs them in a big hug.

Giant Pupa: Yumyulack! Jesse!

Demon Jesse: getting squeezed Good to see you to Pupa, but can you please let us go now?

Giant Pupa: lets them go Okay.

Hulkyulack: We can hug later! Right now, we have to stop Simone!

Terry tries to attack Simone, but then Simone flings Terry at a building. Enraged, Korvo fights with Simone as he continually punches her in the face.

Werecat Terry: Got your back, sweetie!

Terry joins in fighting side to side with Korvo. The two nod at each other while resuming the fight.

Ogre Korvo: Kids?

Hulkyulack and Demon Jesse: On it!

Yumyulack uses his strength to distract Simone while Jesse uses her super sonic screams to weaken Simone. Suddenly, Simone grabs Jesse as she gasp. Yumyulack sees his sister in danger and springs into action.

Hulkyulack: Hey! Hands off my sister you fucking bitch!

Yumyulack punches Simone in the face but then Simone grabs him too. Jesse breaks free and then sees Yumyulack in trouble.

Demon Jesse: You piece of shit! Leave my brother alone!

Jesse then sonic screams at Simone, who drops Yumyulack, but Jesse manages to catch him.

Demon Jesse: Gotcha bro!

Hulkyulack: Thanks sis. Let’s go punch that bitchface in the mouth. Pupa!

Giant Pupa: Yay!

The Pupa grabs Simone and flings her back and forth to the ground. Terry and Korvo watches in amazement as they grew proud of their children.

Ogre Korvo: Way to go kids!

Werecat Terry: We’re so proud of you guys!

Simone tries to break free but Yumyulack and Jesse managed to pummel her.

Hulkyulack: Now what do we do?!

Werecat Terry: Leave that to Korvo!

Ogre Korvo: What?! I don’t know. What if I lose control?

Werecat Terry: You’re not gonna lose control. Because, we manage to control ourselves in our monster forms while struggling. You got this Korvo, you’re our mission leader. The best one we ever have.

Hulkyulack: We’re with you Korvo!

Demon Jesse: You got this big guy!

Giant Pupa: Yeah! Korvo!

Werecat Terry: put his hands on Korvo’s shoulders as he prepares to launch him Go get him babe!

Terry launches Korvo, who roars as he lands towards Simone and manages to pound her to the ground as she started to grow weak. With her weakened, the family decided to finished the job.

Ogre Korvo: Quick, Yumyulack! The antidotes!

Yumyulack puts the antidote in a building-sized sprayer as he presses the button.

Hulkyulack: Hurry Korvo!

Korvo then gives Simone one last punch as he roars. Korvo then breathes in and out as Terry comes over and hugs him. The antidote started to spray all over the Solars and Simone as the family stand in triumph.

Ogre Korvo: breathes in and out tiredly while cover in blood It’s over….it’s finally over.

Werecat Terry: Let’s get out of here before people sees us.

Demon Jesse: But are you sure the antidotes are working?

Hulkyulack: I hope so. Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here!

The Solar Opposites then head to a hiding place without anyone looking at them while the unharmed humans emerged from the rubble.

Ch. 9: Epilogue

Once the Solar Opposites hide, the effects began to wear off as Terry, Jesse and Yumyulack started to transform back to normal.

Terry: breathing in and out as he turns back to normal with the cat device destroyed and fall off of his face Oh my God. It worked, the goddamn device is off my face! I finally got it off! Yes! No more fucking hairball! suddenly spits out a hairball Aw fucking sick.

Jesse: turns back to normal once her wings disappeared Yay! The pain in my back is more! gasp once she notices her dress is half torn and cover it Holy fuck!

Yumyulack: sighs once the steroids disappeared Well, I am sure gonna miss those muscles. But at least I’m back to normal.

Terry: I’m so proud you two hugs the Replicants as they smiled

Giant Pupa: burps and turns back to normal

Terry: Hooray! We can hug the Pupa now!

Terry and the Replicants hug Pupa as the latter smiled. Suddenly, they noticed a worn out Korvo trying to turn back. Then, they realized they need to put on clothes.

Terry: Oh shit! Kids! We have to put on fully clothes! Quick!

After getting into their fixed clothes, Terry then notices Korvo finally beginning to transform back as Terry and the Replicants runs up to him with Terry carries Korvo’s clothes.

Jesse: touches Korvo’s arm with her hand for comfort Easy there Korvo.

Yumyulack: You’re gonna be just fine.

Ogre Korvo: breathing in and out calmly as he finally turned back to normal

Terry: Oh my God. Korvo. helps Korvo put his clothes on while the Replicants and Pupa look on worriedly It’ll be okay honey.

Korvo: finally back to normal as he breaths in and out and gets up It’s over. It’s finally fucking over. We did it fam. starts to feel faint as Terry catches him with the help from the kids The nightmare is finally fucking over.

Jesse: Group hug time guys. I love you guys.

Yumyulack: I love you guys too. But that’s just between us as a family.

Pupa: I love you guys. And I love Baby Shark!

Solar Opposites: D’aww.

Korvo: I love you all. Even though I hate to admit it.

Terry: Aw and I love you honey and you too kids. Come here.

The Solar Opposites get in a tearful group hug as the sun rises while shedding tears of joy. Korvo and Terry shares a kiss while continuing to hug their children. Suddenly…

Angry Mob: Get the monsters! Yeah!

Principal Cooke: Wait, huh?

The angry mob stops and to their surprise and total shock, what stood the ogre alien, werecat alien, hulk alien, giant baby alien and demoness alien are now the family of five aliens hugging each other.

Kevin: Hey, what happened to the monsters?

Principal Cooke: They’re gone….. WE’RE SAVED!

Mob: Yeah! Hooray! Fuck those monsters! Woo-hoo! They’re gone! We’re free! Yay! Fuck yeah!

Jesse: Huh? notices the mob What the fuck guys?

Mob: stops cheering Huh?

Jesse: Guys, those mysterious monsters saved us from Simone, who is now a fucking dead corpse of a woman. But, those monsters are misunderstood. These kinds of beasts have been tormented by a bunch of corrupted motherfuckers who were using it out of revenge. We shouldn’t misjudge monsters for what they are, we should just praise them for they are and try to learn to love them and-

Principal Cooke: Oh my God… what have we done… they’re just poor victims of an evil corrupted force who are trying to live normal lives until someone fucking turned them into ones!

Randall: What kind of people are we?!

The mob starts crying while Korvo and Terry comforts them.

Terry: It’s okay everybody. Those damn heroes are in a much better place now. Whenever they are.

Korvo: Hell yeah. Whoever those fucking monsters are, we’ll always remember them, as heroes.

The mob had a moment of silence while Korvo, Terry, who is also carrying the Pupa, and Yumyulack smiled at Jesse.

Terry: That’s our sweet girl.

Korvo: We’re so proud of you and your brothers.

Yumyulack: Awesome speech sis.

Miss Frankie then came in a huff, now furious as she stomps towards the Solar Opposites.

Miss Frankie: WHAT? THE?! FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK?!

Pupa: screams as he hides behind Korvo and Terry while Jesse picks him up

Yumyulack: Uh, you alright Miss Frankie?

Miss Frankie: No! I’m not fucking alright! You fucking aliens ruined everything! I was supposed to teach you guys a fucking lesson!

Principal Cooke: What?!

Mob: What?! Huh?!

Korvo: Uh, what the fuck are you talking about?

Miss Frankie: I was the one who did this to you guys! I was the crook who turned you five into monsters, just to teach you guys a thing or two for fucking up our lives! the Solar Opposites and Angry Mob gasp in horror I fucking hate you aliens so much! Ugh! To think?! The lies I told! The stuff I took to frame you two! points at Terry and Korvo

Principal Cooke: Uh, you’re scaring us man.

Miss Frankie: I even framed you with the stupid BBQ rib pig thing!

Miss Frankie gasps and covers her mouth as she notices the shock and horror from the Solars and the humans. The mob then summoned their weapons along with the Solars as they surrounded her.

Miss Frankie: Uh, I was kidding? nervous laughing

The Solars look at each other, clearly disgusted by Frankie turning them into a pack of giant savage beasts and framing them two seasons ago with the whole Peter the Pig thing. So, they got the perfect idea. 

Three hours later, Miss Frankie is seen strapped in a rope on a chair while wearing a prisoner outfit with her goons.

Miss Frankie: Uh, what the fuck is happening?

Solar Opposites: showing up with the nets with the fire ants as a punishment PAYBACK FRANKIE!

The family put the nets on Frankie and her goons’ hands as they scream in pain with the crowd jeering at her for what she has done to them, their beloved town and the Solar Opposites.

Principal Cooke: crying while eating a carton of ice cream Why Frankie?

Jesse: There there Principal Cooke, comforts Cooke things will be okay.

Miss Frankie: screeches in pain I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU FUCKING GODAMN ALIEN MONSTERS!

Terry and Korvo gave each other a toast while laughing slyly with a wine glass they drink. Later…

Terry: I am so glad things are back to normal, is on his bed at nighttime with Korvo now we don’t have to be under house arrest anymore now that we got the evidence to the police.

Korvo: clipping his nails while sighing Thank God, that’s fucking over. Things are finally back to normal. The Replicants and Pupa are fast asleep like little baby angels, you and I finally got rid of those awful devices and now we can finally relax. suddenly accidentally clipped the top his toe and roars like his ogre form

Terry: gasp and hugs Korvo It’s okay Korvy. I’m here, your Life-Terry’s got you.

Korvo: finally calming down Sorry Terry, don’t know what got into me.

Terry: It’s okay. Right now, we just need some sleep. kisses Korvo on the forehead affectionately Goodnight honey.

Korvo: Goodnight.

The two adults head to sleep while snuggling towards each other affectionately despite the ruined blanket covers shown from Terry’s werecat form’s teeth and claws and fur too as the credits role.

The End

Notes: Sorry if I made some changes but I have to correct some things. Oh and I hope you like the full chapter everyone.

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Roommates | 18+

Genre: slight fluff, smut, roommate!Chanyeol

Main Characters: Park Chanyeol x Reader (oc: fem)

Summary: Your brother's bestfriend, the wrong pill and empty threats could never be good news. Your life turns 180 degrees around when you drink medicine impulsively.

Warning: profanity, sex scene, drug intake

Kink List: unprotected sex, bondage, restraints, drug intake, verbal degradation, creampie, aftercare, daddy kink, daddy!Chanyeol, dom!Chanyeol

Word count: 3.3k+ words

You wanted to bang your head against the wall. Integral calculus was so goddamn hard to learn and you hated how it's included in your courses when you majored in political science. It didn't make sense and the book in front of you didn't too.

You let out a huff and try to comprehend it since you aimed for a perfect GPA this semester.

The door swings open "Hey, dumbface." A familiar voice disrupts you. "What do you need, frat boy?" You hiss, not even bothering to turn around to look at him. Even his presence alone annoys you.

"Stay out tonight." He snickers, shutting the door behind him. "Can you not have sex while exams are going on? I'm trying to study." You whip your head and glare at his smirking face.

"Don't test me, I can tell eomma you're dating someone in uni." He was threatening you with bullshit like this again. What more, you know your mom loves him so much and she'll believe him.

You roll your eyes at him. "Eomma? She's my mother, Chanyeol, not yours. I'll tell her you're fucking with the entire population of Seoul instead." You look at him incredulously while he smiles with amusement in his eyes. He loved pissing you off, you had no idea why your oppa and eomma let you share a dorm room with him.

"You wouldn't do that to your oppa." He cooed at you mockingly. "Oppa? You? Fuck off, Yeollie." You flip him the finger while he cringed. He hates his childhood nickname.

He finally heads out of your shared dorm room and you return to reading the book. Park Chanyeol was a rodent who never left your family alone ever since he met your big brother, Jongin, in pre-school. Like Jongin who was his best friend, he loves pissing you off too. He even has his own room in your house and calls your mother 'eomma'.

You finally resumed studying after he heads out. After a few hours of reviewing calculus over and over again, you decide to sleep for your last day of exam tomorrow.

-

You wake up and notice Chanyeol's top bunk empty and unslept in. He must be with his whores, you assume. You hurriedly get ready and head to your first exam of the day.

The day passed by idly, occupying you with three exams and integral calculus being the last. The moment you got out of the classroom, your head ached. Fuck math, honestly.

You get back to your dorm room and see that Chanyeol still wasn't home despite it being 2 in the afternoon already. You shrug that thought off and text him instead. Your headache bothered you more than your brother's manwhore best friend not coming home.

'frat boy do u have tylenol ?' You text him.

'aww, uri dongsaeng is sick xx' He responded in a heartbeat, dying to tease you since exams were over.

'fuck you where are ur meds' You reply as your vision blurs even more. You couldn't afford to deal with his bullshit. Your head was killing you now.

'my nightstand. be home in a sec w/ food' He finally texted you back. You groan as another pang hits your head, telling you to let go of your phone. You curse integral calculus for giving you this pain.

You pull the drawer in his nightstand. You see condoms of different variations and that disgusted you to the core. Safe sex should be practiced but to need this amount of condoms? He sure does love sleeping around.

You see a white bottle with a red label in the far corner. You couldn't read the label but your head throbbed even more, making you grab that bottle out of impulse. You take it and drink a glass of water.

The sound of the door opening reached your ears as you laid on your bed, trying to rest. "Hey, you okay?" Chanyeol's voice was worried but the pain you were feeling made you snap at him. "Don't talk to me. I'm about to die." He laughs about what you just said and teases you with "That's good news."

A few minutes later, you were expecting the drowsy feeling to take over but unfortunately, it didn't. Your head was still in pain and it wasn't letting you sleep. You wince at an intense pang again.

"Are you sure you took Tylenol? You should be knocked out right now." He comments when he sees you still suffering. "I don't know anymore, fuck. All I know is that the pain is going away." You groan but now, the pain was slowly diminishing.

Few more minutes again, the throbbing stopped but you felt kind of hot. "Holy shit." You hear him mutter.

"What now?" You ask him with a grimace, fanning yourself. Heat now taking over the pain you felt earlier. "You took the wrong bottle! You're so fucking dumb, I swear." He shrieks. You never saw him freak out before which is why I was alarmed.

He holds up a bottle and you cover your mouth as soon as you saw it clearly. "It was my horny pills, you dumbfuck." He said with a flabbergasted face. Well, that explains the heat.

You didn't know why or how but you were aroused when he called you 'dumbfuck'. It wasn't the first time hearing this insult from him but it set you on fire right now. The pill made you feel things you don't feel when you're not having raging hormones.

"B-But, w-why do you even have them?!" You tried to distract yourself from the feeling but it only heightened. This was wrong on all angles. He was your brother's best friend! There was a reason why your mother trusted him to be your roommate! You weren't supposed to feel things like these!

You feel yourself get wet down there. "Fuck." You breathed out, his eyes glued on you while you lay in your bed with a defeated face. He sat across you with knitted eyebrows and an angry face.

"Yeol, get out!" You scream at him before you lost your sanity. You were getting wetter by the minute. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Even his concerned voice sent you over the edge.

Without thinking, you stand up and sit on top of him. "N-No.. Jongin's gonna kill me." His voice was raspy and sitting on top of him made you feel the growing bulge between his legs.

"What happened to the brave frat boy?" You whispered against his ear, your hormones getting the better of you. You start dry humping on his thigh as he closed his eyes in frustration. "Y/N, you know we can't do this." Desperation dripping in his voice.

You roll your eyes at what he just said. "Yeollie, be responsible. This was your fault." You purred, the libido inside you growing. He bit his lip in response.

"God knows how much I want to but Jongin will kill me. You know that, Y/N." He pleaded but you knew he couldn't resist seeing you like this, like a thirsty bitch for him. "Please don't make this harder tha-" You cut him off with a hungry kiss.

He was stunned and he couldn't move but your hands travelled down to the hem of his shirt. You took it off, your lips still on his. He was defenseless under your kiss. Soon, he kissed you back gently too.

His tongue ran down on your bottom lip and you moan his name. His erection was now as hard as a rock and you liked it like that. Especially when it was between your legs too.

His mouth hungrily darted down your neck. You knew he was leaving marks but you couldn't care less. He was finally returning the passion you were feeling. This was his fault, all along.

Your hands held onto his locks as he devoured you on top of him. He couldn't meet your eye. He knew he wanted you but it was wrong. Jongin was your brother and he was his best friend. It was wrong but it only made the two of you want it even more.

His hand clutched your thigh as he nibbles on the sensitive skin of your collarbones. "Yeol." You call out to him, desperately wanting for more. You take off the pullover you had on and he couldn't help but stare in awe.

"Beautiful." He breathes out, his face meeting your hot chest. He unclasps the bra from your back and as it fell to the floor, his hands immediately replaced that warmth.

He massaged your sensitive breasts as he let his mouth play with your chest. You could only moan in agreement.

He managed to slip hand inside your miniskirt. His fingers found your wetness, your back arching at the contact. "Yeol!" You scream in surprise the moment he slipped a digit in. "Wet enough.." He whispers.

He gets up and throws you on the bed. He pulls his belt out of the skinny jeans he was wearing. You gasp when he ties your hand above your head, tightening the belt around it.

You were left in your skirt and that turned him on. You and you were good girl ways, he thought. He pulls your soaked panties down with a satisfied grin, his eyes never leaving yours.

He goes down on you, his hot breath on your pussy. You writhe under his warmth as you buck your hips forward to meet his lips. "Nah-uh. Wait." He whispers breathily.

You exhale in frustration. He felt your desperation and flipped you around, positioning your knees on the bed. "I said wait." He growls as you feel his palm smack your buttcheek.

You bite your lip as the impact made you wetter. You were sure you were dripping down there and the pill you took didn't help either.

Another smack hits your bottom and the sting it inflicted made you moan out loud.

"Jesus, Chanyeol, put it in already." You begged desperately. He puts two digits inside which made you hungrier.

You feel your insides clench around his fingers as he scissors his way in. He was a cruel fucker and you loved how he likes you at his mercy.

"Beg for it." He bellowed above you, fisting a handful of your hair.

Pride wasn't your priority right now. Your priority was your need for him inside you. "Please, daddy, put it in." You sigh, letting all your pride go down the  drain. You hated him but now, you're begging while calling him daddy.

You turn your head around to see him but his erection was now out and it tensed at your nickname for him. It was itching to be inside you too.

He finally pulls out his teasing fingers. Positioning his 9-inch cock on your entrance, you moan audibly. "Daddy, please." You beg once again.

He slides it in as you felt your insides stretch at his size. Tears welled up in your eyes as pain intensified down there. “I’m not even fully inside. Wipe your tears, slut.” He hisses, his fingers diving into the sides of your hips out of frustration.

“So fucking tight.” He comments, feeling up every inch inside you. You could only groan in response as the belt on your wrists restrained you from moving.

He pulls out a bit and starts thrusting in a rhythm. “Yeollie.” You moan out loud as he took you from behind. “What did you just call me?” He spat, thrusting stops abruptly.

“I-I’m sorry, daddy.” Your voice was powerless. Just like how you are right now, kneeling as you call your brother’s best friend ‘daddy’.

“Good.” He starts ramming it inside you again. Your eyes deliriously rolled as he thrusts into your G-spot again.

You weren’t a virgin but you didn’t sleep around as well. You only had sex with the guys you were in a relationship with, hence, why you were so tight. Despite lacking experience that Chanyeol had, it was a no-brainer that this was your best fuck.

After simultaneously hitting your spot, you notice his pace quicken. He was about to come. “D-Daddy!” You screech as his hot liquid filled you to the brim, your own juice gushing out of you too.

You were weak as you slump back on the bed. He wipes you down there, making sure you were clean. He was a monster while doing the deed yet he was so domestic when it was over.

He took his belt off your wrists as you lay on your back, bare and sore. He plants a soft kiss on your lips as if it’d make up for how he tired you out today.

You thought you were through but another wave of heat hit you again 10 minutes later. He plops on your side after that and tries to cuddle you but that only ignited your desires once again.

“Yeol...” You moan into his ear as his arm drapes over your bare waist. “Do you want to go at it again?” He asks like a puppy as if he hadn’t made you beg a while ago.

“How long does it wear off?” You ask, referring to the pill. “I don’t know but usually half a day, I guess?” He shrugs, still cuddling you.

“Are you serious?! Does it mean I’m gonna be like this for twelve fucking hours?!” You grit your teeth. “Relax, I’m willing to help as long as you let me. Also, I’m sorry for that earlier..” He says with sincerity dripping from his voice.

“It was the first time I was ever like that. I just got carried away cause it’s you, I guess.” He looks at you with puppy eyes while his hands inch down towards your pussy that was now wet again. For him.

“What do you mean cause it’s me?” You ask him with a shaky voice, feeling his middle finger against your clit now. “You know you’re attractive. I just didn’t make a move cause I know Jongin would kill me.” He chuckles.

“Hmmm.” You hum which makes him look at you. “I guess I’m flattered, daddy.” You mischievously grin as he bites his lip at the nickname.

-

You wake up with sore thighs and a cooking Chanyeol. You lost count of how many rounds you had with him and he had the guts to look like a husband the next morning. He looked so domestic in a plain white shirt and an apron. He didn't look like the frat boy that he was and it was the first time you saw him in that light.

You get up and he whips his head around. "Good morning.." He greets you with a bright smile as if he wasn't the reason you could barely walk now.

Your feet meet your dorm room's cold hard floor and you walk to the dining table. He serves the breakfast he prepared: fried eggs, pancakes and bacon.

"You look so domestic, it's disgusting." You comment on his bright toothy smile when he placed the food in front of you as if he was some husband serving his wife. "You wish. As if you didn’t beg last night to be cuddled." He winks at you, pulling the chair across.

"There's the frat boy I know." You roll your eyes at his laughing figure. "By the way, eomma texted me the train schedule for today. You have to get ready by 9." He reminds you, his mouth full of pancakes.

You only nod at him, sipping the coffee he prepared for you too. You two finish breakfast while bantering about little things. You wanted to ask him about last night but then, you were afraid it'd make things awkward.

You dismiss that thought and get ready for your trip back countryside. Exams were over which meant it was already summer. Suncheon was only 3 hours away from Seoul but you only went home during school breaks.

You change into comfortable travelling clothes. Chanyeol has a designer hoodie on as if he was some idol in airport fashion. "You picking up girls from the train too?" You snicker judgementally.

He lets out a hoarse laugh. "You jealous?" He smirks and runs a hand through his blonde hair. "You wish." You glare at him and head out of your dorm room with a luggage in hand.

He follows you, his luggage with him too. You two head out to the train station nearby and buy a ticket to Suncheon.

You settle in beside him and sleep for the rest of your 3-hour ride. Last night's strenuous activities tired you out. Drowsiness took over you as Chanyeol leaned his head on your shoulders, slowly getting addicted to your natural scent.

-

You wake up to Chanyeol drooling on your shoulder. You were now near so you decide to wake him up. You were reminded of your question earlier too.

"Yeollie, you’re drooling." You tease him but he only hummed in response, trying to rub his eyes. But suddenly, you wanted to ask him about last night. Were you just an easy fuck? Or were you dating him like how you did with your exes? You weren’t really one to sleep around, you remind yourself.

"W-What does last night mean? Should we act like it never happened?" You ask with a thumping heart. You were scared that he'd say you were just another fuck. Despite your denial of ‘liking him’, rejection scared you.

"We're here." He grabs your hand and lets you up when the train comes to a stop. "Wait, Yeol. Answer me." You say in a weak voice while he dragged you out. Instead, it looks like he just shrugs your question off.

You spot your eomma and oppa waving. Jongin was smiling when he saw you and his best friend. You had no idea he was gonna be here but you were happy. You haven't seen him in so long.

"We missed you!" Your eomma runs to you and Chanyeol, hugging you two. You only smile at her and Jongin who was behind him too.

"Dude!" Jongin greeted Chanyeol with a man-hug. You roll your eyes at their bromance. "Dumbass." Jongin ruffled your hair while you only whine in response. “Oppa, cut it out!” You shriek at him.

"Did you eat already?" Your mom asks the two of you, linking her arms around yours. "Nope." You answer timidly, still not over the fact that Chanyeol dodged your question earlier.

"Let's go to Kyungsoo's place! He opened a new pizzeria." Jongin chimes in. Chanyeol could only nod. Did he lose his energy because you asked him that? Was it wrong to clarify whatever it was between you two?

You sensed the tension in the air when you saw Chanyeol walk so stiffly behind you.

"How's my sister in Seoul? Did her dumbass get a boyfriend, no?" Jongin sneers. He knew you had minimum experience in dating and he loved teasing you about it. Chanyeol clears his throat. "She's seeing someone." You and your mom stop walking the moment he announced this. Suddenly, you were reminded of the empty threat he made when you refused to leave for his hook-up. Were you two back at that again? Just.... roommates?

"What? Her? Are you joking?" Jongin laughs at you and you wanted to smack him in the face but you were too busy overthinking. "Yeol, if this is about the threat you made-" You assumed this was about that night but he cut you off with a bold statement.

"She's seeing me." You let out an audible gasp. Your eomma covered her mouth in surprise. "What did you say?" Jongin sounded like he was challenging his own best friend. The danger in his voice scared you but it didn't affect Chanyeol in any way. Instead, he confirms it again.

"Dude, I said she's seeing me." Before you could deny it, your oppa lunged forward and tackled Chanyeol to the floor.