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i-need-air · 4 years

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs.

Summary: How would Hybrid!Bakugou would react to being adopted by the reader and their domestic life together. Headcanons and believe me, it's a long one... [2k WORDS OF HCS psjxksdj stop me pls] PLATONIC/ROOMMATES HCS, will do a part two later on with continuation and romance cuz 2kwordsbro...

Notes: I love Hybrid AU!s and I want to indulge myself with this. I barely see these in the fandom, so maybe you guys will like it! Also, depending on how it goes, I'm gonna consider making more for other characters, whachu say? Tell me what you thought and I hope you enjoy!~ ♥

Part 2 here!

× he's a wolf hybrid, and the workers at the shelter warn you that he's feral as you pass by where he was locked

× it seems he was in an illegal fighting ring and nobody could get close to him even if his living conditions now were much better than the hell hole he lived in before

× he growled, scratched, yelled, overall he needed so much help

× normally that would've been very intimidating to you but while the workers tried to push you towards some bunny or dog hybrids they had around, you just froze because the mf said they were considering sacrificing him

× like wHat the fuck?? he's a human being?????? sure he has a tail but what????????

× and you just foken went crazy for a moment cuz you didn't even see him in his cage, he was hiding somewhere under the bundle of blankets he had, probably asleep

× so you just went mental, demanding an explanation because hybrid shelters do not and should not sacrifice a person

× and your increasing yelling just made all the hybrids anxious

× and Bakugou heard everything [who wouldn't]

× i shit you not, the employee tried to explain why

× legit said cuz he's aggressive

× Bitch I'd be aggressive too! I'd bite your jugular off

× course, security was called but you already prepared to call the police, Hybrid Protection Services, your lawyer, your friends, the president, you name it

× and that's when you said you're adopting whoever was under the blankets. NOW.

× always hated the word adopting, but you were looking to give a hybrid a chance since you finally had a spare bedroom in your new apartment

× so like security and the worker just look at each other cuz who tf is gonna be the brave soul to go inside the cage to retrieve Bakugou Katsuki and get rid of you both already

× you're just staring at them like u srs bro? so you just send them to do the paperwork while you decide to go in yourself because you needed to get out of that place ASAP to still contact HPS on this shelter

× security stayed by the door while you hesitantly walked towards the blanket bundle [not so brave anymore] cuz why did that dude have his gun out??????

× but when you approached the bundle and kneeled in front of it you noticed movement

× a fluffy sand yellow tail suddenly came to view and it was big, slowly moving from side to side

× so with the gentlest voice you could muster [after screaming your lungs out moments ago] you tried to talk to whoever was underneath

× you introduced yourself and said you're here to take them home but got nothing, just casual tail movement

× Big Hunkus Brutus Security Guardus™ was getting impatient so he told you to just "fuckin put the collar and leash on the stupid beast" and you just 🙃 fucking excuse u?? while turning towards him

× it was a delicate time and you needed to take it slow, and anyway you knew you'd get that crap off your [hopefully] new friend as soon as possible

× what you didn't expect was the guard to freeze and raise his gun again, but was pointing above your head, not even looking in your eyes

× so you turn and meet a naked chest, scarred, with recent bruising on and big

× looking up you see Bakugou Katsuki, ruffled blonde hair, wild in all directions, red eyes harsh and staring at the guy behind you, only some pants on his form and tail still waving very slowly behind him

× while Chunkus Brutus trembled in place, gun shaking in hands, you were in the fuckin middle of it all

× what you didn't expect is the hybrid to take the collar in your hands and wrap it around his neck, now looking at you, expression still harsh but this time it didn't scream murder [and then grabbed a shirt, thank the heavens]

× progress? making friends? good first impressions?

× na lol you wish but that's spoilers 👀

× the process of adoption went smoothly, and when I say smoothly I mean Robustus Dumbus Brutus behind both of you with his hand still on his gun while all the workers gathered around to see the crazy insane person that adopted The Devil™, the guy that told you about the sacrificing was actually filing the paperwork as fast as possible under the intense gaze of the wolf

× and Bakugou was standing very close to you, btw, like i can feel your body heat close

× he was compliant at first, when you got in the car you started rambling about your house and how he has a room while trying to take the collar off him but he grabbed your hands

× like insanely fast, one blink and firm grip on your hands

× "i ain't gon be your fuckin pet, understood?" he growled at you but made no movement to bolt and run away

× and you just wanted to roll your eyes cuz ok he can kill you anytime but like didn't he get the message when you screamed back there? [also there was this sense of security you had around him or maybe you were just really dumb]

× so when you said you weren't looking for a pet but to help someone and maybe a friend and roommate, he just narrowed his eyes at you

× suspish human, wild doggo no trust

× anywho he took the collar off himself [like extra fast] but you explained that you are going to get him a bracelet or something less degrading since he still needed something with the information tag to have on himself so police will know he's no stray and he wouldn't end in the same craphole again

× journey home was silent, like eery silent

× he just looked out the window intensely, you noticed how he focused on every sign and turn

× you considered asking him questions but honestly with his past you doubted he would even answer so you just started to ramble about your home, stuff you could do around the city [which caught his attention], items you'd have to go buy for him, like clothes, shampoo, any special food, the bracelet

× he stopped looking out the window and just looked at you

× ok he was intensely staring at your side, basically drilling a hole in your cheek with those crimson eyes and it was making you N e r v o u s because making new friends is hard when you're just vomiting monologs, all while driving

× buying things was awkward to say at least, special hybrid stores were rare and for a guy his size it was even more difficult to find anything, which ended up in getting normal clothes and deciding to adjust them for his tail

× while grocery shopping you discovered he actually knew very well what he wanted after a lot of questioning from you

× he finally sighed at your persistent act and just threw stuff in the shopping cart, a surprising amount of spices too

× now for the bracelet part... you decided to spend more on a code that could be scanned to identify him rather than the distasteful ones with name and who owns him

× good thing you planned ahead a long time ago and saved money but you did notice his sharp eyes on you whenever you paid

× and his grunts and judgemental looks at other people with hybrids

× it's as if he wanted to say something, anything, but was stopping himself, which lowkey worried you because from what you heard Bakugou's supposed to be very vocal

× maybe he was glad to be out of the shelter, you know you'd be

× you get home and he follows you to your house, again giving him another chance to bolt somewhere away from you but c'mon both of you knew he'd outrun you so why force him, just let him take his time

× "So this is your room" shook him to the core, legit he just stood silent in the hallway as you presented your house calmly

× sniffing around

× so much sniffing around, tail low while he checked every corner

× once he did decide to check his bedroom, he closed the door leaving you to set everything up

× what you didn't know is that he looked around, shaking with anger

× this is what normal people have?

× sat on the edge of the most confortable bed he's ever had and hoped the idiots of his friends managed to get something like this too

× and the shitshow began when you called him for dinner

× not enough salt, not enough spices

× he was a pain in the ass and as he let go, little by little you started to see him for who he was

× this, this was Bakugou Katsuki, the guy that started to scold you because of the seasoning of the food

× it formed a bond between you, the start of you seeing his real personality

× a Mom™

× slowly started owning the house, although you found it hilarious

× next day you found him cooking breakfast with such an ease it shocked you to the core

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" as he puts a plate of pancakes in front of your

× you just lowkey uwu when you realize he's waiting for your approval as you ate and I swear to you, best pancakes ever

× chest puffed when you complimented his food and this was the first time he mentioned something about his past; seems he had to cook for everyone at the fighting ring he was at, but he didn't mention more

× talking about his past took forever, putting together bits and pieces he mentioned, yet they were so little

× he'd go silent after mentioning his [what you assumed] friends

× if you asked or pressed too much he'd click his tongue or snap at you

× not everything was dandy though; yes, he was a good roommate, but he did have THE attitude

× but not as the people at the shelter made it to be, like he'd snap at you from time to time but it would get better as he'd start to trust you

× ok, ok, hear me out,,,,

× play with his hair

× it happened by accident; you started to have this tradition after a couple of months of living together: movie nights

× he really liked action stuff but both your dirty secret was watching those shitty horror movies and make fun of everyone in them, so every Friday Night was Movie Night

× he just threw himself on the couch and his hair looked puffy and those adorable wolf ears were twitching, you straightforwardly asked him if you could play with it

× [ask if you don't want your hand bit off]

× he scoffed

× silence

× when he nodded and looked away, you squealed and started scratching, just playing with his hair, mindlessly doing so while snickering at the TV when movement caught your attention

× he was wiggling his tail softly

× you guys never mentioned it but now he sits down on the sofa head close to you on a pillow and wait for them god sent scratches; will 100% roll his eyes and scoff at you when you start, acting like YOU want this

× TERRITORIAL AS FUCK

× seriously glares at whoever comes inside the house

× has a problem with every single soul since they dirty his home

× you don't notice it first but he finally starts calling your house home and that's the ultimate progress

× boy had a lot of hardships in his life so he appreciates what he has

× yet it is very, very hard to gain his trust at first

× when you finally do though? he's a loyal friend forever

× he's thankful to have you

× will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever tell you

× his actions speak for him

× you're part of his pack now

× but seriously wash the dishes or you'll die.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #noire writes #hybrid!au #hybrid!bakugou #bakugou x reader

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not-using-this1 · 3 years

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Interrupted, rudely

So this is me slowly getting the confidence to post my writing again. I made this oneshot a couple days before the game came out and it’s just been sitting in my drafts for a while so I figured screw it I’ll just upload it!

I’m so sorry that this is so crappy, I tried.

(Gif isn’t mine, just found it on google lol, so credits to whoever made this)

Plot: Bela finally gets some alone time with you after a long day...until it was rudely interrupted because Daniela was scaring the shit out of one of the maids...not that either of you cared because this maid is particularly homophobic towards Y/n at the start, making a comment. But they surely sort her out.

Warnings: Slight mention of abuse, nothing too detailed.

Finally, after a long day Bela could finally have you all to herself. You'd been quite busy today in the village and also busy helping out Bela and her sisters at the castle, which to them 'busy' or 'fun' was tormenting the maids (which you didn't exactly help with much) or doing the wine stuff.

The moment Bela had reached her room with you, her lips were already on yours as you crashed against the door opening it. During this, one of the maids walked passed the two of you with what seemed like fresh towels and gave you both a disgusted look with the words 'so disgusting, I can't believe that is allowed, absolute abomination' to which Bela was about to sort out and porbably rip her shreds if you didn't distract her because 'how dare she look at you and say those words' she would use as an excuse.

But you stopped her the moment you pulled her into her own room and tumbled down on her very luxurious silk bed sheets as she crawled on top of you, her lips instantly connecting to yours again.

Bela bit your bottom lip slightly which made you gasp and allow her to slip her tongue between your teeth, letting out a small whimper. After about a good two minutes she pulled away to allow you air, a strand of saliva connected. "You have no idea how hard it's been to not just pull you into a room today while we were busy and just taste you" she whispers in your ear. You knew what was coming and honestly you didn't mind, Bela would never hurt you and wouldn't bite you if you didn't like it but you in fact did.

Placing kisses on your jawline to your neck, she left open mouth kisses and a few marks as usual, you moved your head slightly to the side so she could have more access. You felt that all too familiar feeling of her fangs piercing your neck, of course no matter how many times it's painful at first but then its not so bad when all she does it pierce your skin and then just lick up the blood.

"You always taste so delicious" she comments which makes you blush, she stops the bleeding completely and gets back to kissing you...however this time you turn the tables on her and manage to flip her over so you're on top of her.

"Ooo is my girl feeling fiesty tonight" she comments "Oh shut up and just kiss me" you reply. Bela smirks at you. Just as she removed your shirt and was about to kiss you again the bedroom door burst open, the maid from earlier who commented on the two of you being together.

"What are you doing?!" Bela asked, she shot up and practically shouted at the maid. "How dare you just burst into my room- wait a minute you're that maid from earlier who commented on how you think me and Y/n's relationship is 'disgusting'-" Oh no...you thought; not that you cared much though.

Bela had yanked the woman up from the ground, her sickle in hand "who are you running from? Cassandra? No she would've killed you already." You approached her and stood beside your girlfriend, shirt still off because you didn't really care.

The look on the maids terrified face only told the both of you who she was running from and being tormented by. "Oh Daniela, well she loves playing with her prey" Bela let out a maniac type laugh.

"What do we say we call Daniela over to our room and let her take her back?" Bela asks you, nodding your head you walk out the door and immedietely spot the ginger walking down the hall "Dani, look who we found" you mention and shes immeditely there.

"There you are play-thing. I heard what you called my sister and Y/n's relationship earlier and didn't like the way you spoke. I'm a lesbian as well as Y/n, Cassandra is pansexual and Bela here is bisexual. What're you gonna do about that?" Daniela laughed.

The maid looked up at all of us from the ground, she was clearly terrified but also very stubborn.

"You're all going to hell for it" the maid spoke out, which made all of you laugh. "Oh babe, we've all been to hell before, well I mean me and Bela have I'm not sure about Y/n though, she's too angelic" Daniela replies.

You pout at her and Bela when the blonde starts agreeing with her sister about you being an 'angel'.

Which isn't true considering you killed your own parents, who were abusive so they had it coming, you were glad to be rid of them, everything they did to you from locking you up and almost beating you to death.

"As punishment, what are we thinking?" Daniela giggled, that all too well familiar creepy smile crept upon her face. Knowing both Bela and Daniela the punishment would of course be harsh and thats just putting it lightly.

"String her up? Slice her jugular?" Bela questioned, laughing manically.

Daniela giggled again nodding her head in absolute agreement "you're right Bela, shall we take her to the cellar?"

The maid looked up at you, crying. In all honesty you felt no sympathy for her; in fact you've always struggled with sympathy anyway. She opened her mouth to let out a sound...but nothing, nothing came out but silence. With Daniela dragging the maid behind, she had finally let out a scream, but nobody gonna stop it from happening...nobody.

"Now, we can go to the cellar with Dani if you want or stay here and-" she gave you that suggestive look you knew too well.

"As much fun as the cellar is, we were rudely interrupted" you reply and to that she agrees, taking your hand and agressively yanking you back onto her lap on the bed.

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela being a protective gf

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jisungscaramel · 4 years

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can i | changbin

❀ genre: smut, college au ❀ pairing: changbin x reader (fem) ❀ word count: 1.5k

[warning] explicit sexual content, oral (fem receiving), public sex, bathroom sex, alcohol consumption

“Can I kiss you”

Holy fuck, let’s rewind a bit… okay, more than “a bit”:

“Little, you have to come to my party this time,” the way your fraternity big, Chan, hit you with that ‘uwu’ face had you questioning who the older one in this line was.

Nevertheless, you assured him, “Lol big, I’ll be there. How many times do I have to say it?”

“Well,” he crossed his arms, “seeing how you always say you’re gonna come and then flake, you’ll need to keep saying it ‘til you’re literally at my place.”

“Okay fine, how about this? If I don’t come, I’ll treat you to sushi.”

Chan snickered, “well RIP to your bank account…”

But when the time came several hours later, you were at Chan’s doorstep as promised, dressed casually… which, for you, meant a half-beat with lashes, shorts, a cropped hoodie, and hoops.

“Little! You’re here!” he was practically speaking in all caps, constricting you in a classic bone crushing hug… yep he was definitely drunk, and no, it wasn’t his actions that gave it away, it was the apparent smell of lychee soju and yakult.

For most of the night, things were practically the way you expected it to be: you drank, you danced, you hung out with friends, you made some new friends… but then something caught your eye, or rather, someone.

The sound of clipped laughter carried through the kitchen despite the oscillating chatter and the constant booming music. You couldn’t help but scan the room to see where the source was, and your gaze froze once you did.

He was unfamiliar to you, but that was the least of things that had you intrigued.

His dark hair was neatly cut on the sides, revealing the thick gunmetal hoops adorning his ears. His bangs almost completely curtained his eyebrows, drawing more attention to the gorgeous details of his eyes. His outfit was… simple - a white t-shirt, ripped black jeans, Adidas originals, and a gunmetal chain to match his hoops - but it managed to complement his body so well. You didn't even want to get started on how stunning his honey skin looked embellished with black ink.

It didn’t even occur to you that you were staring that intently until he looked up and locked eyes with you. It’s hard to explain the sensation that took you over in that moment.

Butterflies? Nervousness? Desire? It was everything, honestly. The medley of sensation stirred your heart.

How long would you be stuck in that moment with him? Well, you didn’t get to find out, because seconds later, your friends reeled in your escaping focus.

Only a few minutes later, Chan came up to you. “Little!”

“Yeah?”

He placed a hand on your shoulder and gestured to the other end of the kitchen. “See that guy over there with the tattoos in the white shirt?”

“Mmm yeah, what about him?”

“He’s really cool; his name is Changbin, he’s an exchange student from Korea and he’s thinking about rushing Sigma…”

“And?” You didn’t mean it in a standoffish manner or anything like that. You were genuinely curious since you figured Chan had something specific to tell you about this “Changbin,” seeing as he came up to you just to talk to you about him.

“Okay, well he told me he thinks you’re really pretty but he’s only been here for a week and he’s nervous about approaching you…”

“Oh I’m definitely down… don’t worry about it though, I’ll handle it… somehow.”

You slipped away from Chan to go to the bathroom.

‘Alright, looks like the lashes are still in place,’ you took a final moment to fix your hair before opening the door to exit, and you involuntarily jerked your head back a bit, not expecting someone to be standing at the door.

He looked just as surprised as you did, eye widening while he lowered the fist he was about to knock the door with.

It was him.

You visibly relaxed. “Uh.. hi(?)” Okay, never mind, you still felt a bit awkward.

“Hey…” he said, facial expression morphing to become more serious, more deliberate, as if he was determined. Determined to do what, though?

You didn’t want to assume anything about how this would play out, but of course, the universe had to work in mysterious ways.

The unidentified tension hanging in the air thickened into something more tangible, more stifling. It was probably only a few seconds, but it felt much longer - his eye contact definitely had more of an effect on you from the reduced distance.

‘God damn, he’s stunning.’

His left hand steadied on the door frame while the other reached behind you, hovering over the small of your back. The sporadic taps of his fingers on your bare skin made your nerves tingle, sending waves up your spine… and down.

He carefully leaned in, lips almost touching your ear, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah…”

And without missing a beat, his lips were on yours. His hand pressed firmly against your back, crashing your body onto his. He guided you further into the bathroom so he could close the door with his free hand - and lock it.

You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and his hands dipped down to your thighs, lifting you to the bathroom counter. His grip remained on the back of your knees, thumbs massaging circles into your thighs.

You could feel the increasing pressure of the pulse in your core, and the subtle grind of his hips on you catalyzed it.

You gasped when his lips pulled away from yours. Any disappointment you felt from the loss of contact disappeared when his lips latched onto your neck. His tongue probed your skin through the gentle kisses before latching onto a particular sensitive area below your jugular.

The way he was sucking and biting that spot had you gripping his hair and moaning into his ear. He chuckled softly against your skin, only further exciting your nerves.

He started trailing down to your collarbones, fingers toying with the hem of your sweatshirt to give him proper access to them. “Can I take this off?”

You responded wordlessly by methodically pulling the top over your head, wedging it between your back and the mirror.

It seemed like he wanted to take his time at first, slowly massaging your breasts under your bra, peppering more kisses on your exposed skin, but as his lips moved lower and lower down your abdomen, he seemed to be in a rush - kisses becoming hasty and sloppy.

You leaned back, head touching the glass of the mirror, to give him better access to your body. As he kissed below your navel, his fingers tugged at the button of your jean shorts.

He gazed up at you with a look of sinful innocence. “Can I…?” His hand cupped your pussy over the thick fabric.

“Yes,” you gasped, involuntarily grinding against his hand.

He smirked.

He brought his teeth to the button and flicked it open, pulling the zipper done in the same fashion. You propped your body a little, and in seconds, your shorts and underwear were falling onto the bathroom rug.

Now he was on his knees, prompting you to open your legs further for him with a gentle press on your inner thighs.

He licked his lips at the sight of your dripping desire, dipping his head down while staring into your soul with outpouring lust; his expression alone was enough to send electricity through your body, and he kept that eye contact locked as he pressed the flat of his tongue on your clit.

He slowly added more pressure.

You whined and snapped your hips on him. His tongue started working on your clit, moving it from side to side, up and down, and everything in between. Then without warning, he french kissed it, taking your juices in with an exaggerated swallow.

His eyes rolled back for a second, “So sweet.”

He alternated between kitten licks and little flicks, progressively slowing his pace. Then he ran it back in reverse, adding his fingers to the mix of stimulation.

The orgasm that was already building in you only amplified. You didn’t even bother to hide the melody of your pleasure - surely no one outside would hear you over the loud music.

His tongue stopped moving for an instant.

“Come for me, baby,” his words reverberated through your core.

That was all it took to send you over. “Fuck, Changbin.” The wave of your orgasm poured over his lips and he drank you down, taking it all in.

When he stood back up, he sweetly kissed you, remnants of you on his lips.

He pulled away and licked his coated fingers, playfully grinning at you. “How did you know my name?” He shifted over to the sink to rinse his face.

“Um…” You got down from the counter to pick up your clothes, “Chan may have told me earlier…”

He looked up at you through the mirror, smirk widening. “I see… do you wanna get outta here?”

“Depends… do you have a single?”

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A/N Binnie has really been coming for my soul as of late >_<

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precious-whumps · 4 years

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a rokka no yuusha/braves of the six flowers whump summary

hey all, i didn’t know there was such a thing as whumplr until recently. my excitement is immeasurable and my day is made, and i thought it’d be fun to join the community with this offering~

i see that y’all know about rokka and gif the boy a lot, but it seems like most don’t even know about anything that came after the anime. i was so obsessed with the characters and the story that i purchased the light novels and was not disappointed — at least on the whump front. the books are kinda pricey since barnes and noble was the only retailer i found that had it and the author never continued after volume 6, so if you happened to want to know the whumpy details, i’ve got them for you right c’here.

be warned though! there’s major spoilers from this, not limited to the identity of the seventh and the climax to the first (lol only...) main conflict since context, at least for me, adds everything to the moment. i also don’t have the books with me, so the descriptions here are just off the top of my head. small plot details might be wrong. once i get my books out of storage, i’m happy to post excerpts if anyone’s interested in that :)

alrighty so vol 2 picks up right after the end of the anime. the braves make it into the howling vilelands (book translation, i can’t remember what they called it in the anime), but they’re soon accosted by tgurneu. adlet has this spike thing with crystallized saint blood on the tip. after some desperate fighting and help from hans and mora, he manages to get close enough to stab tgurneu with it. the beautiful dumbass just stands there though, watching, waiting for that sweet sweet vengeance. tgurneu looks up at him and says, “are you seriously trying to kill me?” then, lightning fast and with inhuman strength, he punches adlet square in the face. the hit fractures his skull, knocking him out instantly, and sends him flying into the woods. he rolls and hits a tree i think. fremy screams for him :’c

mora gets to him first. i definitely remember that she feels his neck for breaks. it might have been my imaginings, but i’m pretty sure she pulls his arm across her shoulder and carries him in a semicircle around tgurneu who hasn’t died yet. hans comes up and takes adlet from her, saying he’ll get everyone to the next checkpoint which is a cave that has a special protective barrier the saint of the single flower made however long ago it was. he runs with both adlet and chamo (who’s been poisoned) on his shoulders all the way there. tough kitty. the others catch up eventually ‘cause they were dealing with more fiends attacking them and having trust arguments with each other, fremy and mora specifically with fremy ending it by outright saying that she’s worried about adlet. at the cave, they’ve laid him down by the spring, and mora heals him with the power of the mountain since bones aren’t rolonia’s forte. he’s still unconscious for a few more hours, until evening i think. she notes his resilience when he wakes up.

this volume also introduced me to the joys of hans whump..he gets my absolute favorite kind here. it’s revealed that tgurneu got to mora some years before, threatening to murder her young daughter if she doesn’t kill “at least one brave.” but she’s smart and dedicated, so she recruited rolonia, trained her to be both a strong enough fighter to be chosen as a brave, but also to be an insanely powerful healer too, because mora’s plan is to kill a brave to free the daughter but then immediately have rolonia resurrect them. she’d decided to use adlet since he was both healthy (had the best chances of being revived) and the easiest for her to deal with (lol), but there’s a hiccup in her attempt to separate him from the group. she ends up with hans instead because he sensed something was fishy, wanted to scope the situation out himself. it’s too late to fix it, so she fights her little heart out with him, finally managing to get a solid, heavy punch to his chest, stopping his own heart. she collapses from the licks he got on her and has to drag herself to his body. she pricks his jugular, all the while rolonia’s freaking out cause she wasn’t in on the plan, and the rest of the team swarms them. mora just yells at rolonia to pump hans’ spilled blood until his heart starts up again even as the others are yelling at her, believing she’s the seventh. i think adlet gathers the situation a bit and kneels by hans’ side across from rolonia, asks her if she needs him to do anything. i don’t remember the dialogue exchange, i just know that he’s holding hans as he comes back to life, and the poor guy, this hardened, i-ain’t-scare-of-no-things assassin, touches his neck where he was pricked, then starts screaming from the realization that he was dead. i love it. i’m so unbelievably salty we didn’t at least get the second season for this scene alone.

oh i also remember a flashback scene from when adlet met rolonia on atro’s mountain, it might’ve been in this book. it was one night, after a long day of struggling just to get nowhere with his training, he lamented that he was born a man, meaning he could never be a saint and have the power he needed to get revenge for his village. rolonia had her own issues at the time too, mainly that she didn’t want to be a saint, so the two ended up sobbing together all night.

vol 3 didn’t have a whole lot of…anything really. it was mostly goldov’s backstory (he takes a beating, i think, with nashe by his side for a little bit while he’s recovering) and the braves running around in circles like idiots trying to find nashetania. she loses her arm *shrug*. i guess i can say this one was important since it was showing the first signs of adlet’s strong man veneer cracking. boy’s getting stressed out by this whole leadership thing.

vol 4 also didn’t have much physical whump, but the emotional is pretty nice. it’s actually my fave in the series because it made me cry ;-;

the braves push deeper into the vilelands and come across the ruins of human villages. now, there’s a fiend with the special ability to implant parasites into the brain stem of humans and control them. they can still be ‘alive’ even after they should be dead, like this small army of zombies have long since starved to death, but their minds are sort of still there. and one of them just so happens to be adlet’s childhood friend rainer, the kid that he thought died with his sister. rainer heard information from the fiends that he knows the braves need, so most of the book is him trying find a way to tell them. he’s not able to until the very end as he’s lying in the woods, dying for real and singing a song from their village because it’s the last thing he can think of. he sort of recognizes adlet, saying, “you look like someone i know,” just before he’s gone. hans tells adlet it’s okay to cry if he needs to, and he’s all, ‘no i’m fine, we need to go.’ he takes a few steps away then stops and says, “actually, hold on,” then “presses his face to a tree trunk and weeps.”

vol 5…i gotta admit, i honestly don’t remember this one very well. adlet gets “beat to a bloody pulp,” but i can’t visualize it since some of the plot was hard to follow, and he’s honestly had worse already so i was barely registering it. the braves suspect him again of being the seventh, and real evidence comes forth showing that he likely is, and fremy tries to kill herself to protect the braves? like it’s just a big dramatic thing. so it’s kinda half revealed that tgurneu, who ~somehow~ still isn’t dead, has some kind of control over adlet involving ~the power of looove~, and it’s starting to be more clear that he has an unnatural compulsion to protect fremy. so like, yeah, he’s having to do a bunch of shit to stop her from killing herself, stop the braves from trying to help her with that, and stop them from suspecting him. i think fremy shoots him in the leg? i legitimately cannot recall. i do remember that he finally manages to craft a lie that convinces them that hans is the seventh and that fremy doesn’t have to kill herself, that her death might actually hurt them. she’s kneeling on the ground for some reason, he runs over to her, just stands there again looking at her, asks if she’s okay. she feels bad about him being injured and gently places her hands on his torso to keep him steady. it’s a super sweet image to me, yeet. he drinks some potion thing goldov uses to keep pain at bay with the warning that he’ll “be in hell once it wears off.” that’s all i got for this one, sorry >.<

and finally vol 6. it’s fully revealed that yeah, tgurneu is mind controlling him to love fremy so that she can fulfill her engineered purpose (she wasn’t aware of it. she’s such a brilliant, sweet girl, i love her so much), which is to drain the magic from the braves’ crests while they’re in the vilelands. of course, this will kill them as soon as the protection from the land’s poison is gone. so adlet’s for sure the seventh but he never knew it until now (or he didn’t accept it, i think he did realize it back in 5). his entire life was manipulated for this scenario. most of his POV in the book is his mental breakdown dealing with all of this. like he tries to force himself to stop loving fremy and being willing to betray his friends and destroy the world for her, but he just can’t shake the control, making him cry again from the stress.

at some point, he and hans are cornered by tgurneu’s special forces. they’d reverted to enemies after the previous book’s shenanigans but when hans realizes what’s going on in adlet’s head, he feels bad for him. adlet doesn’t do much fighting, leaving hans to deal with it. “not an inch of his skin is clean of blood” as this fight goes on. later, to keep adlet from causing any problems, tgurneu has one of the big fiends swallow him. he’s stuck in there a good while with its weird prehensile organ cinched around his throat and the potion wearing off.

finally towards the end with the rest of the braves coming to the rescue, he finds the will to escape and attack tgurneu, thanks to some clever situation-manipulation by mora once again.

a good slash to hans’ gut takes him out. adlet holds him again for a minute before chamo has one of her swamp fiends also swallow him for safe keeping lol.

oh i should probably mention that the prologue for this one showed a younger adlet still in training with atro. he’s told to ‘surprise me or gtfo’ because up to this point, he’s shown zero promise or skill, relying only on his need for vengeance. this is when he’s first given the saint blood spike, and it’s also shown that this was when the love spell took effect - a dream about a girl he doesn’t know but wants to protect at all costs. he has to figure out how to use the weapon in a way that no fiend would see coming. so he holds it up and stabs his own chest.

now back to his final battle with tgurneu. he conveniently had two spikes only, used one already that didn’t work because tgurneu is actually a fig-tree thing that controls any fiend that like..vores him, so the saint blood only killed his meatsuit before (he’s now in a large bird-like one). adlet knows he won’t get another lucky stab in, so he lets tgurneu rip his stomach open. he slips the crystal from the second spike into the wound, then grabs tgurneu by the face. his now toxic non-saint blood bubbles up into his throat. tgurneu, ridiculous fool that he is, can only watch dumbfounded as adlet pries his beak open and spits a mouthful of that blood into him. it reaches the fig portion of his body, killing the new meatsuit and forcing him to retreat. he’s helpless like this. adlet only has to go pick him up, tear the fruit-body apart to reach the fiend’s core. adlet stands there, holding the core in his palm. it’s occurring to him that everything he’s become is about to be gone because the love spell was the only reason he became the strongest man in the world. then he crushes the core and collapses, half dead.

fremy goes to him and tries to treat his wounds, but his blood burns her hands. the fiend army is still bearing down on them, so she wraps him in her cloak and carries him on her back herself to the next safe zone. at some point, he wakes up a little bit while they’re still running. his mind is so scrambled, and he feels an indescribable terror that knocks him back out. five hours pass, and when he wakes up to the others arguing about what they should do with him, he finds that he doesn’t feel anything for fremy anymore. he looks at her sitting next to him, says her name like three times, but he can’t summon back that love he felt so strongly.

hans is just in the background sleeping off the second healing session he must’ve had with rolonia. everyone’s pretty worn to the bone.

and that’s basically it. there’s cliffhanger plot stuff that i’m sad i’ll probably never see developed further. oof not to mention the destruction of adlet’s character and his romance with fremy. i can only assume yamagata-sensei intended to rebuild it in the next arc considering tgurneu truly believed that adlet’s capable of achieving the impossible. but yeah, i’ll compile some excerpts for y’all when i can xx

#rokka no yuusha #whumplr #anime whump #temporary death #evil influence #concussion #emotional whump #self sacrifice #stabbed #otp #&#brotp #worry

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babycracker · 4 years

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ahh thank you so much for the ask! since you're my favourite adam writer, i think it only makes sense that i ramble on about something from echoes. and from echoes/jordam's story there's 3 things that stand out to me as something i can extensively talk about, and of those 3 things only 1 of them has been posted so far, so i'm gonna ramble on about that 1 thing: the bite!

directors cut ask

He's so close he can hear her heartbeat as though someone's banging a drum right beside his ear, but it's not racing or pounding as he thought it'd be. It's slow and calming and gentle. He absentmindedly licks his lips as he watches her jugular pulsing in time with it for a moment.

When his gaze meets hers again his pupils are blown to the point his eyes are black, and she offers a smile before giving him a short nod. How strange that despite what he's about to do, she is the one who seems to be seeking to reassure him.

His awareness of Mason, Nate and Felix standing close by fades away and all that's left is Jordan. The sweet smell of her blood, the comforting thump of her heart, and her eyes fixed on him expectantly is all he can focus on as a low and quiet, yet distinctly animalistic growl sounds at the very back of his throat and he grips a handful of her hair, forcing her head further to the side.

Her hand drops from his head and she gasps as he sinks his fangs into her soft flesh. Her arms wrap around him to keep herself upright and her fingernails dig into his back, hard enough that he feels it even through the thick wool of his coat.

His eyes roll back and then closed, one arm winding tightly around her waist to hold her weight and the other still holding her head to the side as he starts sucking, and God, it's even better than he ever thought it would be.

He can barely acknowledge the taste of her in his mouth before he's consumed by the feel of her rushing through his entire body. He'd forgotten what this was like… or perhaps it had never been like this before. She warms him, limb by limb, while simultaneously sending chills up and down his spine until he can't help but to shiver and tighten his grip on her.

He hears her shallow breathing as her hands grasp and claw at his back, but then she takes a deep breath and lets herself go limp in his arms, trusting him to hold her up and letting her head loll back into his hand. She whimpers softly as his teeth dig deeper into her and his hand curls into a fist against her back as he tries to keep from completely losing himself to her.

He's always thought she was… small. Tiny and fragile, but now he feels her strength coursing through him and it renders him in awe of her. She brings to the front of his mind every awful thing from his past, and in an instant she washes away the agony behind each memory. She shines a spotlight on each of his strengths, and eases the shame he feels over his weaknesses.

It's too much, and at the same time now that he's tasted her he never wants to stop. It feels as though she's a part of him now, like she's filtered into every crack of his mind and filled every blank void left behind by things he doesn't want to remember, and he already mourns for the loss of her just at the knowledge that he needs to release her. His head spins, the most confused and out of control and yet complete he's felt in centuries.

In a few short minutes she breaks him, totally and completely until he's vulnerable and raw, nothing but her taking over every one of his senses. And in the same short span of time she puts him back together, carefully rebuilding him into someone that he's not sure he even recognises anymore, and he hears a quiet moan when he finally pulls his mouth off of her. It takes a moment for him to realise that it came from his own mouth.

They're both panting slightly, his face still nestled into the crook of her neck as he holds onto her, finding himself surprisingly unwilling to loosen his grip. She allows him to stay as he is, leaning over her and bending her backwards, his arm pressing her hard against him. He feels her hand move back up to the back of his head, her fingertips slowly running through his hair, and he doesn't even notice when his lips begin moving over her neck again. Softly this time, no teeth, just soft kisses over the two small puncture marks and up towards her jaw.

He relishes the feeling of her shivering and the way her skin prickles with goosebumps under his touch. His lips travel along her jaw, and it isn't until she turns her head and they press against hers that his eyes snap open. He straightens up and holds her away from him, staring at her in shock.

this scene was planned in the very beginning stages of echoes, i'm not sure i'd even started writing yet when me and alicia first talked about it? but if i had it was only just. but as soon as i'd decided that i wanted to do it, i wrote that part that i just posted up there and sent it to her and she went nuts for it lol.

it took me so long and so many rewrites of the first chapter once i'd decided on echoes' plot to get adam's voice right, to a place where i was happy to share it, and after all that work to get his character and his intensity right i really didn't wanna blow it on something as important as this bite. so like i said, i wrote it ages ago and i reread it like at least once a week, right up to the week of posting the chapter i ended up including it in just to make sure i was still happy with it. and the version that made it into the story is actually the very first draft! i didn't end up changing any of it after all that time, even though i was so sure when i wrote it that just about all of it would be changed by the time it got posted.

it's a pretty big moment in echoes, it's what really starts to turn things around for adam and jordan and it kind of forces adam to acknowledge his feelings properly coz there's kind of no hiding them from jordan anymore. like i feel like they're still pretty early on in adam-time for him to be down to admit any feelings to her so i feel like it would take something pretty significant like this to make it happen. it also kinda makes jordan see him a little differently so that i could work it in a way that was convincing for her to go from the snarky bitch that she was in the beginning to someone who would be willing to be patient with him and see that he's worth all the angst that he brings.

i've said for ages that i feel like that's a bigger moment for them than their first kiss will be (one of the other 2 things i'd be able to ramble on about lol) and i'm really proud of how it turned out. i think i did pretty well at capturing both his intensity and the intensity of their feelings for each other and how deep their connection was revealed to be.

idk if there's ever gonna be a scene like that in future twc books or anything, but even if there is and it ends up being a completely different experience for the mc and li involved, i think i'm still gonna be happy with how my scene has turned out and how well it fits into my story in general and advances it.

ig that's it off the top of my head but honestly it's been one of my high points so far so if you (or anyone!) has any specific questions about this scene or anything really, send them my way!

#ask kat #uhh idk what else to tag??? lol

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kiwisfics · 5 years

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Dazai and Chuuya as Vampires

A/N - This is just stupid self indulgent garbage bc I’m trash for vampires. I did Fyodor and some for Fukuzawa but I didn’t like them so I omitted them lol I honestly didn’t want to post any of these, but I spent time writing them so I might as well post

General stuff

- Only Purebloods can turn others - "Siring," "sirred," "sir," etc refer to who they've turned. - To turn someone into a vampire, they need to ingest the blood of a Pureblood. - Demi-vampires are those who are turned by another vampire, and Halfblood vampires are born to a human and vampire pair. - Vampires are more susceptible to being burned by the sun, but there's no real risk of them dying to it. - To kill a Pureblood, they *must* be turned to ash. Demi-vampires are the basis for the running water and wooden stake methods of killing. Halfbloods can be killed in almost any way a human can be, albeit, with much more difficulty. - The more attached they become to a human, the more they crave their blood specifically. - Pureblood's venom is exponentially stronger than that of both Demi-Vampires and Halfbloods. It numbs the wound the instant it reaches the bloodstream, and eventually sends whoever they're biting into a haze. - (It's enjoyable, though.) - Purebloods and a majority of Halfbloods can shapeshift. - Halfbloods require the least amount of blood of the three types, while Purebloods need the most.

Dazai

- Definitely a Pureblood. Don’t ask why, he just gives me those vibes - He didn’t value human life in the slightest while in the Port Mafia, frequently draining whoever became his meal. - While in the mafia he sirred Akutagawa. - His gained respect for Oda (a human) is what eventually lead to a change in his opinions on humans. His change in view came well before he left the mafia, however. - After joining the ADA he sirred Atsushi. - Despite having a higher opinion on humans than he used to, he still frequently drinks from humans, though he never drains them. With an s/o - He adamantly refuses to drink from you, but no one - including you - would realize that he was intentionally avoiding consuming your blood, considering he frequently jokes about consuming your blood. - When he does eventually drink from you, its either completely spontaneous, or meticulously planned out, depending on what leads up to it. - If you insists that he bite you upon realizing that hes avoiding doing so, then it will be well planned out and he'll be almost completely in control. - If he just happens to reach his limit, then he's all heavy breaths and growls as he pins you to the wall, claws digging into your hips and pricking your skin as he pants against your neck. - He's obviously trying to hold back, but if he's reached this point, there’s little point in trying to stop him. - Begging him not to hurt you might give you an opening to push him off, but at the risk of absolutely destroying him. - He'll never be able to touch you without wondering if you're scared of him again. - He sinks his fangs in with enough force that both his fangs and normal teeth break skin, but the venom numbs the pain and makes you lethargic. - There's a 50/50 chance that he'll pull himself off of you before you lose too much blood, or you end up unconscious. - Either way, he won't cause any permanent damage. - Also, either way, he's going to pull away completely after losing control around you. - Just hit him upside the head metaphorically and beat it into him that the only reason he lost control was because he was resisting his nature (be sure to include the fact that his nature doesn't bother you at all, and make clear you love him no matter what he is.) - Honestly, you may have been the one covered in blood afterwards, but he definitely needs the most comfort.

Chuuya

- Demi-vampire. - He was turned by Mori after joining the Port Mafia. - He doesn't see humans as any less than vampires for the most part, but he absolutely will not drink from animals. - He has taste. - That simple fact and the fact that he isn't fond of draining people means he ends up drinking from a large number of people monthly, rather than, say, the *three* that Dazai averages. - Pretty much has adopted Akutagawa and if someone doesn’t know that Chuuya's a demi-vampire, they might assume that he sirred Akutagawa. With an S/O - He has no problem drinking from his s/o to be completely honest. - The only exception is if you don’t want him biting you. - It doesn't really bother him if you set that line, either. - He's made due with others up until now, there’s no reason he can't continue, he has plenty of self control, too. - So what if you smell divine? - So what if hes never wanted to sink his teeth into someone more? - Denying a pureblood is dangerous, but denying a Demi is much more so, because they're not nearly as well-controlled as those that sir them. - Chuuya learns first hand that its not as okay as he thought the first time he has to pull himself away during a kiss to stop himself from trailing his lips down your neck and embedding his fangs in the vulnerable skin above your jugular vein. - His eyes are blood red and his fingers are leaving dents in the wall aside your head. - He won't do it though. - He's still got enough presence of mind to force himself to walk away. - He'll start avoiding you after that, to be absolutely certain that he doesn’t lose control. - Really, at this point, it becomes evident that he won't be able to be around you without endangering you. - So it comes down to whether you let him bite you or not. - If you do he makes a big deal of it, wining and dining you to the best of his ability (his fangs are digging into his bottom lip all night, fingers gripping the table to keep himself back from you.) - He's not vicious when he bites you, though. - He's almost frighteningly calm, compared to his previous actions, breaking skin with a bite that's almost painless. - He rarely leaves more than pinpricks in your skin. - Unless, of course, you ask for otherwise.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs headcanons #Dazai Osamu #dazai osamu imagines #dazai osamu headcanons #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara imagines #chuuya nakahara headcanons #vampire au #x reader #headcanons

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wincore · 4 years

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HIIII im the anon who sent in the message about the line from your yangyang fic :) im happy u liked my message bc i love ur writing!!!!! if you dont mind, im going to spam you with my favorite #wincore lines heehee

- tata

ADHJKASDL??? YOUR SPAM MADE MY ENTIRE DAY PLEASE ???? i love you so much????? im replying to each under the cut i just 😭❤

“I…I’m sorry if I…if I… Did I hurt you?”

“I wouldn’t want to make a habit of calling you love,” he reasons.

THESE TWO QUOTES TOGETHER FROM HEAVEN, FALLEN ....THEY GOT ME SO GOOD!! the internal fight between being in love and being afraid.... hesitantly caring and being cautious... u are a god wincore

- tata

ahhh it’s been a while since i wrote that and i’m so happy to hear you talk about it??? at first i was afraid the complexity of the emotions might be confusing (but then again they’re not AS complex 🤡 i just overcomplicated some stuff) thank you so much for this !!!

“If it’s love, I think it’s quite wonderful.”

this line from heaven, fallen got me so good too... it’s been a while since i read this one but i remember crying here. the whole work is filled with back and forth tension of should-we-should-we-not and taeyong being so simply accepting of it.. it’s beautiful. i love taeyong in heaven, fallen in general too though

- tata

heaven, fallen was one of my fav works when i wrote it!!! im so glad you liked it you don’t even know 😭 also omg i keep including taeyong as the lovable side character in my fics jdhksdj but i have SO many wips for him??? #freehim 😔

“He hates it, the way he loses his temper with you, how you’re the one seeing this side of him that no one has seen with the exception of his brother. He hates this part of himself, and you’re the last person he wants to be seeing that.”

this line from talk always stood out to me even tho it wasn’t a major turn in plot or even a main scene because it’s just so...human? i really related to hating the part of yourself that gets angry and especially the fear of someone you care about seeing that part

- tata

i loved doyoung in talk because like i wrote him in a way that was very familiar/personal to me and i’m glad you could relate to it too!!! AAAA just love writing doyoung in general hes just 😳❤

i read talk after i read heaven, fallen and i think you are just a freakin god at love-hate with doyoung... two of my favorite works ever for him. my favorite line from talk is:

“You don’t say anything and he continues, “Do you even know how hard it is? To be the one in love in a one-sided relationship? Do you even care?””

it made me SCREAAAAM like the “do you even care” when, as the reader, you know how much they both care was *chefs kiss*

- tata

when i tell you i LOVE writing and reading e2l/love-hate with doyoung like!!! mans is a walking representative of that trope + this is supposed to be a secret but i have an e2l planned for him not sure if i’ll get to write it though 😭 but AAHHH okay this one made me bust a nut in the heart (i wish i found a more appropriate phrase but........)

“You wonder what it’d be like to be Yukhei—ruin it all and hope it works out.”

i dont know what it is about this but i love the feeling of this line hahaha thats the best way i can explain it

- tata

main actor was such a comfort fic for me (and really fun + easy to write??) im glad you liked the feel/vibes of it!!

“Because you were ignoring me,” he replies, leaning in.

this line in sweet tooth made me 😳 in real life. i just read it last night & it was so sweet and cute!!!! i also really loved that the reader said no to being bitten i feel like that part is very overromantized in a lot of aus :’)

- tata

the vampire bite being overromanticized in fic i f e e l you like what’s so sexy about teeth in your jugular 😐 and!!! im happy it came off as sweet (haha) and i wanted to portray him with cute bf vibes but also there is untapped potential for comedy in vampire aus (i wish i could write humour well enough 😔)

“Why? You wanna make out?”

YANGYANG BEING A LITTLE SHIT IN TROUBLEMAKER!! this is literally my favorite line LOL i really really love how you write yangyang and winwin in general

-tata

HONESTLY i get this a lot and it cracked ME up when i wrote no clue why 😭 but mr yangyang might actually say this shit out loud - and im glad you liked my characterizations of yangyang and winwin dhsdshj that made me really happy 🥺

alright im done, sorry for the spam 😅 i love your writing wincore!! moonie!! 💚

- tata

and i love YOU tata you have made my entire week (maybe MONTH maybe YEAR) with this and i’ll be looking at this at regular intervals for the rest of my life im not even kidding

#IMLOEVD YOU OKAY I CANDT EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDSAEKJEW #ALSO I CANNOT BREATHE SHDLDJD #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS??????#I CANT EVEN THANK YOU ENOUGH #moon replies #tata 💖#pls lmk if you want a different emoji i keep thinking of bt21 tata ahahhaha #love

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unfortunatelysirius · 7 years

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Winter’s Kiss [Newt Scamander – Pre-Hogwarts]

♥ PROMPT ♥ [Requested] She would never be a disappointment to him. ♥ A/N ♥ Hopefully, lovely anon, this wasn’t complete shit! If it was, just be honest with me about it and I’ll redo it, lol. I really am praying that you’re alright with me making Hogwarts the setting! For some reason, I feel more comfortable in having my imagines set there. Hope you enjoy, though. Love you, darling! xx :] ♥ WARNINGS ♥ Swearing, Fluff ♥ WORD COUNT ♥ 1563

IT SHOULDN’T HAVE SHOCKED HER. Quite frankly, she should have bloody well expected it. Professor Goldberg was a blunt, formidable man, filled with hollow anger and steely-gazed facades. Y/N knew this—she knew this. People warned her, told her to keep her head down and avoid contact. He’ll hurt you, they’d whispered. You’re insecure and vulnerable; he preys on students like you.

He was the Slytherin Head of House, a Potions Master. He was arrogant, thinking himself so mighty that he could bloody well pass as the saint Merlin himself. He was also cold, vicious, and downright cruel. All three were traits he used as weapons against Y/N’s sensitive persona. He was a fitting model of Slytherin stereotypes, and this did not fare well with Y/N. It felt just as unsettling to Newt Scamander, her best friend and Potions partner.

She honestly hadn’t met to lose her scroll on wolfbane, but she was running a tad bit late to her first class of the day and when she checked in her bag for the crumbled parchments, her heart fell heavy at the barren bottom of her knapsack. Her breathing went frantic and she eyed Professor Goldberg, then her knapsack, then the devil incarnate—again. She knew his cruelty would not overlook her forgetfulness.

When he came by her table to collect more papers, he halted. His beady eyes, obscured by the half-moon glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, narrowed in on clasped hands. There wasn’t a scroll covered in scrawl anywhere in sight.

Professor Goldberg sighed in annoyance. “You are a disappointment to me, Y/N,” he said coldly. “Detention with Gamekeeper Rhys tomorrow night, 8 o’clock sharp.” After collecting Newt’s paper, he moved past their table swiftly, not giving Y/N another glance.

Y/N’s eyes brimmed with tears, and though she very much wanted to leave the classroom and flee back to her dorm-room, she knew it would only worry Newt. With a small bit of tension still flickering at the edges of her mouth, she smiled and went back to doodling on her parchment.

Newt was staring at her out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t believe how heartless Professor Goldberg had been towards her, how rivetingly cruel. It was rather expected for him, especially with his evident disdain for Y/N, but it didn’t make it any less wrong for him to criticize Y/N at every turn. Even though Newt was a Hufflepuff through and through, he still had an urge to scowl and shout at the rigid potions master for being so bloody rude!

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he quietly asked Y/N, eyes concentrated on the side of her face.

Without a glance in his direction, her lips forced themselves into a cheeky grin. “Peachy!” she chirped. Anyone could see her demeanor wobbling. Newt needed to do something.

And fast. ———– Y/N was wondering the grounds when Newt suddenly appeared in front of her. He was breathless, cheeks puffed out in exhaustion, and the yellow scarf he usually wore tight around his throat was loose and hanging. When Y/N raised an eyebrow at him curiously, taking great interest in his disheveled appearance, he gave a grin.

“I have a surprise,” he said eagerly. “You want to see it?”

Y/N pursed her lips. She looked at him, and her face was saturated in anxiety. Her eyes blinked at him owlishly. “A surprise?” she echoed. A nervous smile slowly formed on her lips. “Not a bad one, I hope?”

Newt’s head went back and forth frantically. “No, no—it’s a good one, I promise! You’ll like it,” he said, voice lowering on the last few syllables.

Y/N’s eyes softened just the tiniest bit. “Okay,” she said. When Newt reached over and grabbed hold of her hand, a slight flush appeared on her cheeks. Oh.

“C’mon,” Newt said eagerly. “You’ll love it; I just know it.”

The pair walked all the way to the Quidditch pitch, in which several renovations were occurring. The only clear spot was the center, where a patch of sheer-green grass and a picnic basket awaited the two. There was a strange contraption hanging above, like a mix between a tapestry and canopy, and it was fluttering in the wind. A noise was heard, too—sounding like a Muggle projector, used for silent films, but also like a phonograph, clicking and zipping with the promise of recorded compositions. Newt beamed at the look of awe scattering across Y/N’s features and squeezed her hand for reassurance.

“This is beautiful,” Y/N whispered, turning to look at him. Tears were gleaming in her eyes. “You… you did this for me?”

It broke Newt’s heart to see the disbelief on her face, to hear the fear of rejection in her voice. He reached forward and cupped her cheeks, gently pulling her closer. Like a marionette, she stumbled towards him, eyes transfixed on his. “Professor Goldberg doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he told her firmly. “You’re so beautiful and so… so smart. You shouldn’t listen to him, Y/N. You shouldn’t sell yourself short because of a few words from a prejudiced git. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Y/N’s bottom lip trembled and she quickly threw herself into his arms. For a moment, Newt remained in a position of shock, but the feeling of her shaking body in his arms had him returning the hug. He buried his head into her neck, pressing a small kiss to the inner crevice where her jugular rested.

“Thank you, Newt. Thank you so, so much,” Y/N said.

“Anything for you, love,” Newt whispered back. “Now, how about that picnic?”

Y/N sniffled, wiped at her nose, and pulled back from Newt’s embrace. She looked up into his eyes shyly, tucking in a piece of hair that was slowly unfurling from its fixed position. “Yes, please.”

Newt gently held Y/N’s hand and led her over to the middle of the Quidditch pitch. There weren’t any wizards nearby, so the renovating had to have been over for the day—and Y/N was pleasantly surprised by the atmosphere. There was a light winter breeze and some snow sprinkling around, but none of it was laying—and Y/N could feel a tint of red forming on the tip of her nose.

It was a beautiful scene. Very romantic.

Y/N fell into a crisscrossed position on the blanket, and she folded her hands into her lap. A giddy grin was splattered across her face.

Newt reached into the picnic basket sitting beside them and pulled out a small container wrapped in aluminum. At the curious glances Y/N was sparing the container, Newt unraveled the aluminum to reveal a still-steaming pumpkin pie, the crust golden with honey and butter and light cuts in the middle.

“I asked the house-elves to make it,” he explained to Y/N. “Perks of being a Hufflepuff, huh?”

Y/N shook her head at him, but a smile was playing on her lips.

The two ate in silence for a bit, listening to the repeated scratching of the apparent phonograph and enjoying one another’s presence. The pumpkin pie was absolutely delicious, and there was a second piece served to both of them just for the hell of it; Hogwarts had an abundant supply, and it wouldn’t hurt for a single one’s wasting if it truly didn’t go to waste.

Y/N stared at Newt, a few crumbs of pie decorating the skin around her mouth. “Thank you, Newt,” she said quietly. “Professor Goldberg… he really hurt my feelings.”

Newt swallowed his last bite of pumpkin pie and smiled at her. He reached forward and wiped away the crumbs with the base of his thumb. “No problem, love,” he said. “You don’t deserve to be put down by anyone, lest of all a professor.”

“You’re the best, Newt,” she continued. “I… I love you for it.”

Newt froze on serving himself the last slice of pumpkin pie. A look of utter shock replaced the blissful expression painted across his face. He stared at Y/N, wondering if he’d heard that right.

“L-Love me for it?” he repeated.

Y/N nodded her head frantically. “You’re just so amazing. You’re so selfless and kind and sweet and just—you’re so, so lovely. I love you. I love you so damn much that it hurts. You do all these things for me… things I’d never expect of anyone, let alone you—my best friend.”

Newt nearly had himself a heart attack when Y/N grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. It was a simple peck, one without vigor but still bearing a lot of passion, but Y/N looked breathless and content the second she pulled away. Newt was staring at her, his eyes wide with alarm.

“Wow,” he finally managed. Y/N let out a giggle, and Newt slowly regained his composure. “I-I love you too, Y/N. I’d do anything for you—give you the entire world—just to see you smile. I really would.”

Y/N’s heart took another leap as they kissed yet again. And this time, there was a flurry of snow to sprinkle their hair and fill their kiss with the icy passion of a thousand moons.

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander imagine #newt scamander #newt x reader #newt imagine #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts and where to find them #harry potter x reader #hp x reader #harrypotter #harry potter #hogwarts #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw

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not-poignant · 7 years

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CANCER UPDATE:

I am actually sick with a cold at the moment. *thumbs up* This is the virus that never ends. It seemed like I was starting to turn a corner, and then it was like 'haha no, here's the sequel!' I'm unimpressed. Just imagine me staring into the camera like I'm in The Office.

A quick summary for those new to the game: I have the SDHD gene fault, also known as Hereditary PGL PCC, which is a hereditary genetic neuroendocrine cancer disease (the most inheritable genetic cancer disease in the world along with the other SDH~ faults). For me, it causes tumours called paragangliomas to grow primarily in the head/neck. I think of them as koalas clinging to my nerves and arteries.

I have a 50% chance of metastasis at any point, and this disease is incurable. I grew a very rare form of tumour called a carotid body paraganglioma at 18 that was removed. Now, at 35, I have three paragangliomas - a glomus vagale para (the rarest type, at a 1 in 5 million occurrence rate) called Thelma, a carotid body para called Louise and a glomus tympanicum or glomus jugulare para called Caramello that's currently too small to be seen on MRI, but has been spotted on the PET scan. I am very good at growing these paragangliomas and my ENT surgeon called me a ‘tumour machine’ and I call myself a ‘tumour incubation factory.’ Managing my case are: an Endocrinologist, a Radiation Oncologist, an ENT Surgeon, a Vascular Surgeon and a Neurosurgeon. (Or as I like to call them, a boy band).

(The rest under a Read More cuz there’s a lot).

It's been an interesting few days. Despite making noises about cancelling and rescheduling (Monday - Radiation Oncologist, Tuesday - ENT Surgeon, Wednesday - Neurosurgeon), I did manage to keep all of my appointments. So here's the deal:

I'm leaning towards choosing stereotactic radiosurgery (Cyberknife specifically) as the first and major line of treatment. This does not shrink the tumours, it doesn't make the tumours disappear, all it does - if it works - is make the tumours stop growing. Random fact for you, only 40,000~ people in the world have had Cyberknife radiosurgery! The only Cyberknife machine in Australia is here in Perth. It's similar but not quite the same as Gamma Knife radiosurgery.

The risks/side effects for low dose radiation to the head and neck, while still significant, are still way lower than what Dr. S helpfully called a surgery with 'high high morbidity.' The most promising risk is that there's less than a 1% chance of damage to the cranial nerves 9-12, and that any damage is likely to be temporary anyway. Dr. H (Radiation Oncologist) has seen about 20-30 patients with paragangliomas over a significant breadth of his career (more than any of my surgeons), and so he could report with some confidence on the kinds of side effects I could expect.

Obviously, the main side effect to radiation therapy is of course the chances of developing another form of cancer. I'm not one of those people who goes 'it's evil, it's poison.' I'm one of those people who goes: 'look, this is how sick I am, this is my best option, let's be realistic here.' Dr. H was very honest about this, and he said the biggest risk for me is thyroid cancer, because the carotid body paraganglioma is very near the thyroid. He even asked if I could get the carotid body para removed via surgery (I cannot for reasons relating to the internal carotid artery).

Even developing thyroid cancer is still a way lower quality of life risk than having the surgery, honestly. Especially since it's one of the more treatable forms of cancer, and I'll be under intense imaging surveillance for the rest of my life. They'll know, lol. To be honest, just having the genetic form of this disease and having recurring paragangliomas puts me at 50% risk of metastasis at any point of my life - the risk of radiosurgery giving me another form of cancer is actually WAY LOWER than just my...disease giving it to me randomly, for fun.

I've talked with a few other patients who have glomus vagale paragangliomas in particular, and all of them have recommended Gamma Knife or Cyberknife radiosurgery over 'lets open your whole head up' surgery. Those who've had the surgery, sometimes regretted getting it so soon, or talk about how many options there are now, citing such post-surgery affects like - total and irreversible loss of voice, stroke, suffocating/choking and vomiting every day, inabilities to swallow, and in one person, total baroreceptor failure (i.e. dangerous, life-threatening blood pressure spikes, followed by fainting from dangerously low blood pressure, many times a week - this is often highly unmanageable).

It does mean sort of readjusting how I'm thinking about these tumours. Instead of something to be evicted as soon as possible, I need to mentally wrap my head around the fact that I will likely have these tumours forever. These koalas are on the road with me now, and just permanent parasites that live off my blood, my resources, and generally don't do very much. Spiritually, I've been contemplating how well so much of nature tends to deal with parasites, or if not 'well' - it certainly tries to deal with them, and sometimes not through the process of elimination, so much as just...adjusting. Trees with their galls, still flowering year after year, and whole ecosystems that make it work. If anything, this situation makes me realise that the ecosystem of my body is much closer to those in nature that I respect, more than I've sometimes realised in the past.

We're in no rush to do radiosurgery. Right now, I have no major symptoms from the tumours, and both radiosurgery and surgery present side effects that are significant. So why do either? While it's much 'lesser' for me to be dealing with swollen ear canals, or likely losing my sense of taste for a couple of months etc. that's still...something I'm not dealing with right now and therefore, don't have to. Dr. H said it was all about the right timing, and that's what this journey is about now - the right timing for treatment/s.

Imaging in MRIs now show that the glomus vagale paraganglioma is currently not growing (YAY), and the carotid body paraganglioma has grown about a millimetre in a 6 month period. But Dr. H, the Radiation Oncologist, wants to wait to establish a definitive growth pattern before treatment. Basically, when we can start seeing signs of definitive growth, we'll treat them.

They won't get treated at the same time. In all likelihood I'll have one bout of Cyberknife/radiation for the carotid body first, possibly as soon as next year depending on how fast it's growing, and then I'll have another bout of Cyberknife/radiation for the glomus vagale when it starts growing or I start showing symptoms.

The third tumour - called Caramello - is likely a glomus tympanicum or glomus jugulare, is too small to be seen on MRI and we're leaving that alone for now. The most common side effect for that one is tinnitus and deafness.

I see Dr. W - my Endocrinologist - to confirm all of this in September. And then I will do nothing until 2018, where I'll get some more imaging done to look at growth rates (unless of course I start showing characteristic symptoms of the tumours, but so far, so good.)

Dr. S reminded me yesterday - after looking through my art journal and all of us, with the student doctor, having a good chat - I can always get the surgery in the future. I have options. There's a certain measure of stress that comes with living with tumours that can metastasise at any point, for the rest of my life. There's a certain measure of anxiety that comes from knowing I could grow more, knowing that I'm not someone 'rushing to get rid of cancer' so much as just...working on a chess board to stop it from ruining my quality of life, which is what matters most, of course.

Now, we wait for the tumours to make their next move, and then we parry and riposte - in hopefully a few years, and on it will go, until they win. Sometimes I think of it as 'death in slow motion.' But aren't we all dying in slow motion? So that's neither here nor there.

I've never been great at strategy, but I have some of the best doctors in the country on my side, helping me out, and I have a lot of faith in their care and their knowledge. More than anything, I also really respect how much faith they have in me and my knowledge. They all respect my own research, my thoughts, and Dr. Neurosurgeon today even said I came across as very philosophical. I expressed confusion at that, and he pointed out that most other patients in a similar situation would probably not seem as calm or cheerful.

But clearly he just hasn't caught me on a bad day. ;)

In the meantime, this is the last official cancer update for a few months I expect, unless Dr. W disagrees with my choice to privilege radiosurgery over surgery (he won't - given he pointed me in that direction in the first place). Hope you're all doing great, and as always, feel free to ask any questions since I can never explain everything properly in these (huge) posts anyway.

#cancer #hereditary pgl pcc #sdhd gene fault #personal #when i'm not writing i'm going to doctor's appointments #and rolling around trying to figure out how the hell i'm supposed to live with this #since it goes against society's main cancer rhetoric #which looks something like 'gettitoutofme'#ah well #i've never walked much of a mainstream path anyway

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I usually don’t get too upset watching @wwe but they took me to a level tonight that has my blood boiling. I’m far from the biggest Bella Twins fan as far as wrestling is concerned (I like them better out of the ring) but I hope Nikki rips R*ndas spine out her ass and feeds it to her. Let’s break this bullshit monologue of hers down.

It all started with the “yes chant,” which I mean come on guys WHO ARE YOU CHANTING FOR!?

Then R*nda screws up her face cause she’s obviously constipated and can’t remember her lines.

R*nda: I tried my best to be respectful.

Well your presence alone is disrespectful but continue.

R*nda: Everything that the divas era stood for made me sick to my stomach.

Hold up, wait a minute! You’ve been here two seconds and you think you changed something? Do you think your showing up magically changed things? Every single girl that has stepped foot in that locker room has worked their ass off to get the womens division where it is today’s from Mae Young to Chyna to Lita to the Bellas to Little Miss Bliss and all the women in between. Even Summer Rae and Eva deserve a shot more than you. I would have been less upset if they said Renee Young was going to be the next champion to not see you’d destroy all the moment you stepped into the arena with your shitty appropriated hairstyle and “tough guy” act. (Seriously, can someone please stop making her look like a stitched up football?) The divas era was about women’s empowerment and trying to get to the main stage to be on top and equal to the men. Without the divas division you’d still be nursing your pride at home after the two second KO—oh are we supposed to pretend that didn’t happen?

R*nda: I try my best to give you the benefit of the doubt that you were just doing the best you could with what you had. And so when you guys came running up to me after wrestlemania—-

I’m gonna stop you right there. They don’t need your benefit of anything. They don’t need your approval. They’ve earned their stripes. You’ve broken two arms and injured at least 3 people and still haven’t actually wrestled in less than a year but somehow are the “champion” it’s you who are a disgrace and it is you who people have tried to give the benefit of the doubt. They literally had NO chances. They MADE their opportunities. These women took and still take risks that will get them fired just to get a shot. You’re right tho they are a disgrace after seriously injuring one person in 12 years compared to your 3 in less than 12 months. As far as then running up to you, you should have seen that coming not just because this is fake but the moment you showed up the girls were trashing your overhyped ass showing up and it was not just the Bellas!

R*nda: I thought how cool are these ladies.

I would just like to point out that you’re sad cause you’re a fan girl and they don’t like you IRL or in the ring. And let’s be real nobody likes a transphobic racist so I don’t blame them.

R*nda: I thought we could be like sister soldiers and persue the same goal that we could be driving forces in the woman’s evolution together.

Sorry, but I need to check my notes. Didn’t you just say, “everything that the divas era stood for made me sick to my stomach.” Now call me crazy but if I hate something you stand for I’m not going to team up with you.

Id like to also note that when Nikki runs her tongue along her teeth like that she’s usually heated and trying not to hit below the jugular which tells me she’s not faking being pissed at this point. She has the shorter temper of the two and scripted or not she’s currently being told everything that she’s been fighting for years by someone who doesn’t deserve to be in the building right now.

R*nda: You guys are the embodiment of a stereotype, DNB.

Bitch, now my wig done flew off my head. You’re gonna tell me that two women who have fought from poverty to where they are now do nothing? First of all, let me direct you to Nikki’s Instagram where you can find just how much of “nothing they do.” And don’t forget everything they do they STILL credit the WWE from their clothing line to their wine collection, they include the WWE. Tell me again, how often do you promote the companies you’ve worked for previously and/or currently. They genuinely love everything about wrestling and show up even if they are told to just sit in the stands and pretend they give a fuck about the trash can that’s taking the spot they and others like them deserve. Let’s get one thing straight, you’re only here as a publicity stunt and as soon ass they can’t make money off of you anymore you’ll be written off or show up less than Lesnar.

R*nda: You weren’t there to support me, you were there cause there was a camera point at me.l and never in my life have I seen such desperation for attention.

That may true it may not be true, but the camera was pointed at them before you were in the ring so it worked didn’t it? But we all know the truth, Vince told them to be there to start the plot line and also promote Total Divas return which is still a hit and Nikki still produces. Unfortunately like RAW you’re ruining that too as we watch the girls being forced to pretend they like you being here. Now if this was pointed only at Nikki then I mean I’d be less annoyed but you’re talking about Brie too. Brie, who would rather be playing with Birdie in her garden than worrying about showing up to something extra just for a camera. Brie, who cried over not breastfeeding because of work. You really think she cares if the cameras stop rolling?

R*nda: blah blah blah minimum amount of talent...

I would like for you to see one of the baddest female power finishers in the business the Rack Attack and Rack Attack 2.0. Bitch, you couldn’t even execute a Samoan drop properly and have yet to prove that you can do anything other than an arm bar (even in mma you barely won with skill).

R*nda: You leached off of the names of your men.

Again with the “yes” chant guys .. who the fuck are you supporting? The bitch who shows up every week to talk or the girls who only ended up with their men through plot lines when they were either both still new or both huge. There was never a big power dynamic with the exception of Cena being a man so he made more money. Also notice both girls wrestled even when their men weren’t on the show either cause of injury or filming. You see they didn’t need a man to get them their jobs. They didn’t need a man to open their doors. They kicked the doors down and then allowed men to join them. They found success in spite of their men. When they were told no, they didn’t accept it and screamed “yes.” (This audience really needs to learn when to chant .. now is the time for the “yes” chant people!)

R*nda: You plagiarize and dilute their move sets.

Now, I know the Bellas aren’t the most intelligent, in fact they probably had to ask Daniel later what you meant. But sincerely from the bottom our hearts R*nda,

DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A MOVESET IS OR IS VINCE FEEDING YOU LINES LIKE HE DID LIO RUSH? Cause let me tell you something bitch, the crowd chants “yes” for Brie more than Daniel. And last I checked Nikki is single and still on top without the help of anyone else.

R*nda: You’re not pioneers, you’re callous. You’re relics of the past waiting to be eviscerated like small pox.

Oh sweetie, they didn’t catch any of that. To be honest, you sound like me when I’m practicing my word of the day on the mornings I remember to learn them. This line should have been eradicated from the script.

(Honestly the best scene in this was Nikki looking confused as fuck when she heard and Brie looking for help from the audience.)

R*nda: (nonsense) I can rip your arms off and beat you with them.

A one trick pony’s gotta do what it’s gotta do. If you think anyone is actually scared of you, you have a rude awakening coming your way.

R*nda: *stutters* stoping me is going to be the referee and everyone knows their not very good at holding me back.

You’re right their fake attempts to “hold you back” are about as good as your tongue is at not getting in the way when you speak each week. (Seriously, is there a compilation somewhere?)

R*nda: But you know, I am much more than a pretty face with a deadly body.

Giiiiiiiiiiirl, you didn’t have to tell us those aren’t your best attributes. And don’t get me wrong, you’re not hideous until you open your mouth and release all that hate speech you like to throw out. Your attitude makes you look like the troll in HP: The Sorceres Stone.

R*nda: I will ruin you. Regardless of how much money is poured into marketing you.

None, the answer is none. The only woman who’s getting marketing money is you. You’d know that if you’d been here thought this entire revolution. And not just the tale end of it. Bitch, do you not see that they aren’t even spending money to market Evolution?

R*nda: I will make the name Bella into a four letter word—

BITCH!!!! I REWOUND THAT FOUR TIMES!

R*nda: blah blah blah societal sore (🙄) blah blah ..

Brie: honestly I’m so distracted by the yes chants AGAIN that I have no clue what she said and can’t be bothered to go back because I’m in BIAS MODE (lol I crack myself up, that was punny). Is R*nda gonna cry?

I did catch Brie reinforce that she’s only talking about R*ndas career here .. Brie, you’re a heel. Heels don’t say nice things sandwiched into mean things. You just stop at career. She doesn’t get credit from you for past things, cause you’re a heel babygirl.

Nikki spits some truth even to those of you who hate her. Honestly, like her or not they did the damn thing and opened doors. Let’s not discredit their work.

R*nda: My entire career I been knocking down doors. (Names irrelevant companies) here at the WWE..

Nobody said you didn’t, just that you haven’t in the WWE. And because Brie is so nice (😒) she has already reminded you that we aren’t discrediting your entire career. But imma stop you right there bitch you’ve done NOTHING for the WWE.

R*nda: The only door you ever knocked down was the door to John Cenas bedroom .. and he eventually threw you out of that exact same door.

Sit down girls, let mama fix this.

First off bitch, you better buckle the fuck up for this truth I’m about to shit down your throat. You have the audacity to discredit a six year relationship AND slut shame right before a WOMANS EVOLUTION. Sit the fuck back and think about what you just did. Let’s set aside the fact that I wanna take you to the back yardso you can choose your switch for a moment. You claim to be the face of the evolution and yet you stand up here and degrade a woman below the belt ON TELEVISION about her PERSONAL life. Let’s say she did fake the relationship. Wtf does that have to do with the price of tea in China? Don’t sit up here with a holier than thou attitude only to try and make a woman insecure about herself and her relationship.

“Oh but it’s just for show.” NO THE FUCK IT ISN’T. SLUT SHAMING IS NOT EVER JUST FOR SHOW.

“But the twins started it,” SHOW ME WHERE AND I’LL TELL THEM OFF TOO! don’t come at me with some heel turn bullshit either.

“But Nikki broke up with John,” FACT BUT IT DOESN’T MAKE THE HEARTBREAK LESS! And honestly that’s a whole other diatribe for me.

“But they ran away,” they got laid a lot of money to runaway and hold off on beating her ass.

There is never an acceptable time for women to talk to other women like R*nda did tonight but adding that it’s so close to Evolution and with all the shit already has so many of us ready to walk away, this was disgusting. I didn’t actually care who won the championship cause I want Bliss to come back and have a real fight for it win or lose but now...Fuck you R*nda, I hope Nikki destroys you and you never come back to the ring.

Let’s just take a second to say, FUCK YOU @wwe for making me side with Corey douchebag Graves.

#wwe raw #wwe #monday night raw #nikki bella #brie bella #r*nda rousey #wwe evolution #tbh this is person

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