#i can't imagine they *wouldn't* complain to one another every now and again given how much they can relate lol

[sisterdivinium]

“But you couldn’t have seen it coming. I was an idiot, the signs were all there. Defect once and how will you resist defecting again? Kristian was on my side only while it was convenient.”

“Vincent ran back with his tail between his legs when the tides began to turn against Adriel. The only side they have is their own.”

Jillian sighed and nodded. She opened her mouth to say something but didn’t.

“What?”

“Another complaint, but I don’t want to talk about boys anymore. It’s a waste of our time together.”

“Agreed. What do you propose?”

Jillian kissed her.

[the-fiction-witch]

Wizard

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n Dawkins (Jack's Wife) Rating - 15 Gore/ blood/ medicine/Victorian medical procedures/ Word Count - 3524

I finished up starting to pack my tools away as Hetty took the patient back to bed and the crowd cleared out happy with their fill of blood from the grand display. I rubbed the sweat from my brow with the rolled sleeve of my shirt trying not to get blood on my face given my hands were coated in it.

"Knock Knock," A voice speaks up,

And Immediately I smiled and turned my attention to the door,

There Y/n stood, In her knee-high boots, stockings, petticoats, her sweet pale blue dress with off-white details long since turned grey in the wash, her little lace gloves and her Y/H/C hair in sweet beautiful curls, a small wicker basket in her hand looking sweet and huggable as ever.

"Awww, there you are." I cooed, "I was wondering where my daily kiss was?"

She rolled her sweet Y/e/C eyes and came over kissing my cheek,

"Hey! That's all I get?" I jokingly complained wrapping my arms around her and trying to pull her in for a proper kiss,

"Jack! You're getting blood all over my dress!" She complained,

"Well this wouldn't be a problem if you'd just given me a proper kiss," I joked, "Now would it?"

She rolled her eyes again and rested her hands on my shoulders pulling our lips together,

I smiled and happily kissed her back squeezing her in my arms a little until she pulled away, "That's better,"

"What on earth were you up to anyway?"

"Amputation. Some guy crushed his whole leg ankle to knee."

"Horrid." She gaged,

"I know, I know. You hate all that stuff." I cooed, "So? Why has my lovely wife come to visit me?"

"What did you forget when you left this morning?" She asked,

Immediately my heart jumped to my throat, "Uuuhh..." I grumbled as I racked my mind with what I could possibly have forgotten, "...To tell my beautiful wife I love her?" I asked carefully,

"Jack you tell me that every day," She chuckled, "But no, you told me that this morning,"

"Oh... then I have no idea,"

"You feeling hungry?"

"...Now you mention it yeah actually-" and it clicked, "I forgot my lunch didn't I?"

"Yes you did," She nodded handing over the small basket she brought with her, "Left it right on the kitchen counter again,"

"Sorry, I always forget to go in the kitchen before I leave." I sighed,

"Maybe I should start putting it by the door,"

"Wouldn't be a bad idea," I nodded,

"But as it was my day off and I had to come deliver it anyway, I made you a nice home-cooked lunch instead today,"

"Awww, you're so sweet to me," I cooed peppering her cute little freckles with kisses, "How did I get a lovely little thing like you?"

"I don't know, I'm still not completely convinced you're not an apothecary."

"There are people in town who still think I'm some kind of apothecary," I sighed,

"Well maybe stop doing wizardly things," She shrugged,

"I'm a doctor, every time I do anything people assume I'm a wizard." I sighed, "I swear one of these days I'll do surgery and people will come after me with pitchforks and torches to hang me as a witch,"

"Maybe," She laughed,

"You'd stop them wouldn't you? from dragging your husband away?"

"...I suppose I would,"

"Hey!"

"Of course I would," she cooed before we shared another soft kiss,

"Good, thank you for dropping my lunch off darling, See you when I get home?"

"I'll see you then," she agreed,

We shared a final kiss before she made her way out of the theatre, I watched her as she went noticing she was limping and slightly hobbling when she walked again. She'd been doing that for a while now, I didn't notice it at first, then began writing it off as her simply stubbing her toe or turning her ankle over... she is a rather clumsy thing, but I kept noticing it consistently. I had asked but I didn't want to push the topic, I can't imagine how frustrating it must be for her given how much I check her up for these types of things, but I want to make sure she's alright. I'll ask her when I'm home maybe she'll let me investigate.

I sat in bed with my book reading over the interesting story, just as the light grew brighter down the hallway, and Jack made his way into the bedroom keeping the door open a crack to allow the cat to come in and out as needed. He came over sitting the candle on his bedside table as usual and tossing his shirt into the laundry basket before climbing into bed beside me and immediately wrapping his arms around my waist and peppering my neck with tender kisses.

"Jack! I'm reading!" I complained,

"You can do both," He chuckled nuzzling into my neck, "I shall not interrupt your reading... but if you want to stop reading I'm not going to argue with you,"

I glared down at him a little,

"What?! I can't be blamed for being attracted to my beautiful wife." He cooed, "But... as we are not too busy?"

"Humm?" I hummed suspiciously,

"Can I have a look at your leg?" He asked,

"Nothing wrong with my leg." I snapped,

"Y/n," he sighed sitting up to meet my eyes, "We both know there is, you've been avoiding putting weight on it... so, are we going to be honest with each other?"

"It's nothing,"

"What happened?"

"Victor scratched me that's all," I lied,

"Can I look?"

"It's noth-"

"Y/n. Please. May I look?"

"Fine," I sighed,

"Thank you," He cooed kissing my cheek, then my jaw, peppering soft kisses down my nightie,

"This how you give check-ups to everyone?" I teased,

"No, just my pretty wife," He winked, as he continued down,

I held my breath as he lifted my nightie but his stunned silence spoke more than any words that could have come from his mouth,

"Y/n, what happened?"

"It's just-"

"Y/n!" He pleaded, "What happened... please."

"I told you, Victor scratched me." I lied,

"Did I miss a memo on our cat learning how to fucking sword fight!" he asked, "What happened Y/n."

"I dropped my fabric scissors." I sighed,

He sighed and began to investigate more, often making me hiss as he touched my tender skin, "Let me guess you dropped your scissors off the table and they cut the length of your shin,"

"Yes."

"When did this happen?"

"...two weeks ago,"

"Two wee-" He began, "And you didn't tell your DOCTOR husband why!?"

"Because you overreact and get like this!" I complained,

"Y/n, darling I'm not overreacting. You should have told me, this is bad!" He explained,

"I cleaned and wrapped it like I'm supposed to."

"Okay, but did you continue to clean and re-wrap it every day?"

"...Yes." I lied,

"Y/n."

"No."

"You should have told me, this is really bad Y/n. It's definitely infected."

"It's fine."

"You are going to the hospital with me first thing in the morning and we are going to sort this out."

"No!" I yelped hiding my leg away, "I'll be fine."

"Y/n," he sighed, "I know you hate this kinda thing." he says gently cradling me in his arms, "But this is bad, really bad. We need to get this sorted it won't just go away on its own. It's infected, badly infected. Do you have any idea the kind of damage this could do not just to your leg but to your whole body? Y/n an infection like this could kill you, you could develop a fever, sickness, deadly sepsis!"

"But you'll amputate," I whined nuzzling into his chest, trying to hide my tears,

"I won't amputate. Not unless I have to." He said, "I'm not a butcher Y/n I'm a doctor." He soothed me by running his hand through my hair,

"I don't want to lose my leg,"

"You might not, it might not be that bad. It could just be a flesh infection which I can fix Darling." He soothed, "But if it's bad enough-"

"NO! Jack, I said no!"

"If it's bad enough and I don't you'll die!" He told me off, "I- I can't lose you, Y/n, I love you, you know that. I want you to be healthy, I don't want to see you hurt and sick, I promise I'll do what I can to save your leg and do as minimal work as I can."

"You won't take my leg? You promise?" I begged between tears,

"...I promise I won't unless I have to. I'll do everything I can but will you let me work on it?" He asked wiping my tears away,

I nodded nuzzling back into his chest,

"Okay, we'll go first thing in the morning." He cooed, "Come on let's get some sleep darling."

I got the theatre prepped and made sure everything was clean and organized while Hetty helped Y/n get sorted, I made sure to keep the larger blades and such away knowing they would only make her more panicked and frightened.

Soon enough she arrived Hetty wheeled her in so she didn't have to walk, already she was picking at her nails, shivering and sniffling back tears.

I smiled gently and helped her up onto the table, "It's all gonna be okay, I promise." I cooed fixing her hair behind her ear, "You trust me don't you?"

"...No."

"As your doctor do you trust me?"

"No."

"As your husband do you trust me?" I rolled my eyes a little,

"...mostly,"

I tried not to laugh, "Well go with that then," I nodded, "It's all gonna be okay, I love you and I'm going to take the best care of you." I told her,

She nodded fighting back her tears,

I gave her a sweet kiss before putting the mask over her face and watching as she drifted away to sleep.

Once I knew she was asleep I got to work on her leg, revealing the true damage of the infection. It was worse than I thought it had spread far and rapidly, devouring her flesh. I cut away as much as I could cleaning up as I went but... I know I don't have a choice. I have to remove the leg, from below her knee to stop the rot and infection before it gets worse and causes her far bigger problems.

"Take her to her room..." I said,

"But she needs-" Hetty began,

"I know what she needs." I sighed, "But she won't let me I know she won't. I need to talk to her, and reason with her. If I just do it she'll never forgive me, take her to her room and let her come too. I'll talk her through what we found and give her the options. Hopefully, she'll see reason and let me do it tonight."

Hetty nodded and took Y/n away, I cleaned up and headed up to the little room we gave her taking her hand in mine as I sat on her bed.

Slowly my eyes began to clear and I felt the horrible pain in my leg, feeling the throb of it bleeding. I looked around seeing the small hospital room and I looked down at my leg seeing it bandaged and bleeding. Jack was by my side his hand in mine.

"Hey, there you are," He cooed kissing my forehead, "I was getting worried."

"How long was I out?"

"A few hours, that's all darling. I was just missing you." He smiled squeezing my hand,

"How did it go?"

His smile dropped and his tone became more serious, "Y/n..."

"Jack... please say it's good news."

"It's not Darling," he said, "The infection is worse than I thought, You need an amputation."

"No. No no no, please. Please no Jack"

"I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so so sorry. But this has to be done."

"Can't you just cut it out? like you promised!" she cried,

"I've tried, there's far too much and it's so deep, if I cut it all out now you wouldn't even be able to walk on it and we'd always risk the infection returning."

"Can't you give me any medicine? can't you rub some potion on it -"

"I'm not a wizard Y/n, in this moment I wish I was, but there isn't anything I can give you, or put on it that will stop this."

"Can't you do anything! Anything else please!" she begged,

"I'm sorry Y/n. But we don't have another option, I should have just amputated while you were out but... I wanted to tell you beforehand. Even as it is it's a ticking time bomb if it gets worse."

"Jack, Please. I can't live a life like that."

"It'll be okay, I'll only cut just below your knee." he explained, "We'll get you a lovely prosthetic made up. I'll take care of you every single moment until you're better. And you'll be up and walking again in no time I'm sure of it,"

"Please... I don't want to lose my leg. Please there must be something."

"I need to do this Y/n, the longer we wait the worse it'll get. If you don't let me do this today, it will get worse. We'll end up having to cut above your knee, or you could die." he explained, "I know you don't want this, but I can't lose the woman I love, Just please, please consent to the amputation I'm begging you."

I shook my head,

"Please, Y/n!" he begged, "I'll give you anything just please let me do this."

"No. No, I can't live like that. I won't let you."

"Darling please!"

"No!"

he sighed taking a moment to pace and rub his eyes, "As your husband I can consent for you. You know that?"

"I know." I nodded,

"As your doctor, I could have done it in the theatre, without even asking for consent." he said, "Even if I needed to ask as your husband I could have consented anyway. I didn't and let you wake up so we could discuss this, and I did that becuase I know you don't want this, and becuase I love you and I want you to be happy." he explained, "I want you to have as many years as possible, so I can share them with you." he told me taking my hand once more, "I don't want you to feel this pain any longer than is needed, I don't want to lose the woman I love, I couldn't stand to watch you die, to burry you, to go on in this world without you. I want you to be happy and healthy, I want you to enjoy every moment we have together, and I want us to have sweet little babies and watch them grow up, I want us to grow old together as I always have ever since we met." he explained "Please Y/n, Please my darling. Let me do this... I'll make it as painless and as quick as I can, just a few moments of pain and then this nightmare is over."

I shook my head unable to hide my tears,

"Please Y/n Please," he begged,

But my eyes went dark...

Just in that second, I felt her hand go clammy in mine, her pulse raced, her eyes suddenly shut and her breathing rapid.

"No. no no no." I gasped,

I immediately called for Hetty and we rushed her down to the theatre managing to stabilise her before she went too deep into shock. I knew the infection was getting worse and I knew I didn't have a choice.

"Fetch the bone saw." I said between tears, "I'm so so sorry darling. But I don't have a choice." I whispered kissing her head before I took my tools, I removed the bandages and held my breath before I quickly got to work.

I woke feeling groggy and strange, I was so confused about what had happened. As I slowly sat up I felt so much pain and instantly I knew something was wrong. I pulled back the sheets and saw the bandage around my knee, and my leg missing. Immediately I screamed and cried in hysterics grasping as my bandages as if it was some sort of hellish trick that would be revealed if I simply removed them.

"Y/n stop!" Jack rushed in having heard my screams stopping my hands as they clawed at the bandages,

"Noooooo!" I screamed, "Why would you do this to me!" I cried,

"I had to, you went into shock I didn't have a choice." He explained trying to calm me down,

"Why! I told you no! You know I never wanted this! Why would you make me into a monster!"

"You're not a monster, you're not a monster." He cooed, "You're my wife, you're still the woman I love, you're all better now I promise you."

"Get out!" I screamed,

"Y/n darling-"

"GET OUT!" I screamed, pushing him away. "I don't ever want to see you again!"

"What-" he gasped, "Y/n- Darling- you- you can't mean that-"

"GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed,

"You probably just-"

"OUT!" I screamed grabbing items from the table beside me and throwing them at him,

"Y/n!"

"OUT!" I cried throwing a glass which shattered on the wall inches from his head sending broken glass over his skin,

"Ahhh!" He screamed out, "Okay. Okay. I'm going." He muttered as he quietly left,

I couldn't help but stare at it crying and screaming for hours.

"Ahh... ahh... oww..." I complained as I cleaned up the couple of cuts, one on my neck, and two on my face one just on my forehead and the other across my cheek. Once they were clean I sighed giving them some air for the day. "She is a good shot," I muttered to myself, I got pretty lucky she didn't hit my head.

I made my way through the hospital and up to Y/n's room seeing her already sat up and not eating her breakfast,

"Good morning Y/n," I cooed kissing her head and sitting down beside her, "How is my lovely wife today?" I asked,

No answer,

I sighed, It had been three weeks since the amputation and still, Y/n wouldn't speak to me. Only last week she even let me in the room without immediately throwing something at me. But I understand she has every right to be angry with me.

I checked her up every day and no signs of the infection had returned which did make me feel a lot better, I know she'll come around eventually it might just take her a while.

Once I checked her over I went to the blue paper box on the side near her bed, "Have you seen it yet?"

No answer,

"I rather think it's Tim's best work." I smiled as I opened up the box, "Look at that..." I cooed, "Mahogany pieces all without knots, sterling steel so it won't rust up even in the rain, and see here there is this little slider, so you can put in fabric lined wooden slates or even ones like this see with some lovely ivy carved into it, and just slide it in the front and Boom it'll match your outfits." I explained showing off all the work that went into the prosthetic, "Spared no expense for my darling wife."

She sniffled, "You made it just for me?"

I smiled hearing her voice again and I kissed her cheek, "Just for you, not another one like it in the world." I told her, "Would you like to try it?"

She sniffled again but nodded,

"Okay." I smiled, "Even got you a little silk cushion for inside, so you're lovely and comfy," I told her as I gently slid it on for her giving it an adjustment, "How does it feel?"

"Nice." she nodded, "...I'm sorry Jack," she said running her fingers over my cut,

"It's okay." I took her hand, "I know it was a lot, emotionally for you. I'm just happy you're okay." I cooed, "You still love me?"

"I do still love you," she smiled,

"Then that's all I care about," I smiled back, "You're healthy, your happy, and you still love a dumbass like me...Maybe we should get you a psych test."

She playfully shoved my shoulder,

"I'm kidding!" I laughed, "Before you throw another glass at my head,"

"I didn't want to hurt you... I was just so angry,"

"I understand,"

"I'm sorry, can you forgive me for throwing a glass at your head?

"Of course I can Darling," I cooed, "can you forgive me for cutting your leg off?"

"I can." She nodded, "Thank you for doing it, even if I didn't want it."

"Well I couldn't let you suffer now, could I?" I chuckled, "I wish I could have saved it Y/n, But as we know I am not a wizard."

"Unfortunately,"

"Hey!" I complained, "If I was a wizard I would magic you a new leg." I joked,

"So you are a wizard." She playfully glared lifting her leg to show off her prosthetic,

"Ohh shit! I've been discovered!" I joked, "I shall have to run away to the woods before you all come to hang me,"

"No, your secret's safe with me," she cooed pulling me into a tight hug,

I smiled and hugged her back, "Thank you, Darling. Now you eat your breakfast and I'll be back with your medicine Okay?"

"Okay," she nodded,

"That's my girl," I cooed kissing her softly on the nose, but as I went to get up she pulled me back and kissed my lips,

I happily kissed her back and when we pulled away I kissed her forehead, "I love you,"

"I love you too,"

"I'll see you soon." I cooed squeezing her hand before I headed back to work.

[weilongfu]

For the end of year prompts, can you write something where Zon has stage fright and his sister offers to help him with some hypnosis, but now he's seeing every guy in just their underwear? I had this idea after watching Secret Spectacles haha.

Zon peeked out from behind the curtain and immediately squeezed his eyes shut again. Saifah noted that his usually nervous boyfriend had become exceptionally nervous and skittish since soundcheck. Carefully walking up behind him, Saifah pulled Zon towards him with one arm around his waist and another hand covering Zon's eyes.

"Hey, Mr. Zon, what's wrong?"

Zon stiffened and then relaxed. "Uh... J-just nerves..."

"I've seen you nervous, my Zon, and this is a new level of nervous."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Considering the number of things you've told me in the past, I think I can spare some belief for you now." Zon turned to look at Saifah, eyes finally opening, but Saifah noticed that Zon's eyes were very carefully trained exactly on his face. "Tell me? Please?"

Zon's eyes darted around and his cheeks suddenly turned pink. "Uhh... Well..." Zon closed his eyes again. "You know how Zol came back stage to see me after soundcheck?"

Saifah sighed. "She didn't start writing about us again, did she?"

"No! But uh... She noticed I was nervous and offered to help with some uh... hypnosis I think?"

Saifah frowned. "Hypnosis? What suggestion did she give?"

"Well you know how they tell you to imagine people in their underwear to make yourself less nervous?"

Saifah's frown deepened. "She said you can see people in their underwear as her suggestion?"

"It's uh... not... everyone..."

"So just one kind of person?" Saifah cradled Zon's face. "And given how you're avoiding looking at me, I'm guessing Zol picked boys, huh?"

"It'd be rude to look at girls in their underwear, Sai."

"It's kind of rude to look at boys in their underwear without permission too," Saifah replied while smoothing back Zon's hair without messing up the work the hairstylists had done. "Can we get Zol to come in and just... undo the hypnosis?"

"I tried to text her but she's not responding..."

"Five minutes until you go on stage," one of the stage managers called out. Saifah quickly turned to give them a thumbs up.

"I can't go out like this," Zon said miserably. "I can't perform while looking at a hundred people in their underwear. This is insane!"

"So don't look at a hundred people." Saifah gently ran his thumbs over Zon's brows. "Just look at me. You've seen me in my underwear plenty."

"That's a problem now for an entirely different reason," Zon complained, but by his smile, Saifah knew he'd found a good solution.

"Well, I trust you to be in control until we're done." Saifah squeezed Zon's wrist lightly. "And just for the record so you make sure you're seeing the right thing, I am wearing boxers today."

Zon finally opened his eyes and Saifah was relieved to see the dark brown of his eyes again. "I know, I watched you pull them back on after-"

"-Please welcome Saifah and Zon! Our previous Cute Boy winners!"

"Eyes on me, Mr. Zon," Saifah said as he pulled Zon onto the stage.

"Always, Mr. Saifah." Zon then frowned and covered his microphone. "This is weird, I don't remember you owning boxers with that pattern."

"...We're going to need to talk to Zol after this for sure."

[valleynix]

Another one down. I was annoyed for like the first half of the chapter😭

My blood pressure every time the Red pal was mentioned 🔼🔼🔼

Cass has my full support on the dislike of their presence in the castle. SAME. The joy when I read that they finally left...

Anyway.

DANIELA

Daniela, tell me about the lily. What does the lily mean?

Pls her unintentionally killing her lovers coz she's not aware of her strength and the fear she'll hurt Reader too :(

This is always such a sad and heart-aching trope.

You out there doing god's work and giving the sisters different body types <3

But Dani being insecure :( like no, ma'am you're beautiful and perfect just the way you are. This little fly deserves all the reassurance and worship in the whole world 🛐🛐🛐

When you told me about sweet Dani scenes I didn't expect THAT 😳

But I'm not complaining, it was all really sweet indeed and had such safe and comfort vibes and like yes ✨communication ✨

Idk it warmed my heart. It wasn't like the usual stuff I come across in writing.

After the last chapter I was afraid that all the progress made with Cassandra was ruined and that it'd take some time to regain her trust and get on her good side again :/ but what a nice surprise it was that she and Reader talked and Reader even told her about the stuff with the other reality and Lunatic (even if she may think of them as crazy but they already seem like insane so ssdggh). It's good they opened up about it.

If it comes to it, perhaps Cass will be able to at least save her mama and sisters :(

What an even nicer surprise it was when Cass kissed them like oh my god ~200k words, ~30h of waiting for that very moment and it happened in quite unexpected circumstances considering Reader just fucked up badly a while ago.

And Cassandra was so cute with her kisses. Slightly confused about what she's supposed to do, unlike her sisters pls I love her.

It's so nice to see a different interpretation of her character😭

Anyway that was so mean of you to throw that argument with Alcina right after the moment with Dani 😐

Ginger Snaps? Reader Snaps. And comes out as a bird🐥

Wings huh, a symbol of everything Reader hates. Funny how everyone else loves them. Maybe they'll help Reader accept who they are. Because it doesn't define them as a person but can work as an advantage.

^me waiting patiently to hear your lovely takes on what's going on

*AW NO, NOT ANNOYED LMAO. fair though, that was some shit that went on

*you're going to learn very quickly why we don't like Red in this house :D

*listen Cass has the BEST vibe checker, and Red simply does not pass it

*HEHE FINALLY DANI!!

*i really feel like, with the excitement of having another sister/daughter, no one warned her that she was a hell of a lot stronger than she used to be, and that caused... issues, obviously. the main reason she wanted Reader to "take control" (she's a power bottom, cmon now) was so that she would have a much less chance of hurting them. poor baby can't stand the thought of hurting anyone she actually likes :(

*hehe, i tried my best to make them a little more realistic <3 with how much she copies her sisters, i wouldn't be surprised to find she also compares herself to them, and considering they actually have different body types in TPtM... unsurprising she would be insecure and wouldn't have given anyone else the chance to reassure her

*we love communication here! Dani strikes me as the one to communicate literally everything to her partner (where to touch, what feels good, etc.), regardless of what it is or how significant it actually is; the trouble is getting her to not ramble about flowers or rocks or whatever else is on her mind during spicy time

*it was definitely supposed to be a much softer moment as compared to anything else they've done with each other up until then :D

*listen, i could literally never do that (i'm on pc so imagine i put a crying face). i feel Cassandra is too mature for that, and with her already knowing what was going on but wanting Reader to admit to it, i don't think she'd completely give up everything over an accident/misunderstanding

*i think lots of people were surprised to read that Cass was the first to know about everything going on. she probably wouldn't have poked it out of them had it not been for the fact she saw them talking to someone that wasn't there, but it is good to finally have at least one person they can rely on through it all :o

*ahaha... aha.... haha.... about that-

*she has had a week basically to herself to figure out what she's feeling, why she was so upset to find them outside with Daria, why her heart flutters in her chest when they smile at her... all the fun, totally straight stuff you experience, yknow

*listen. listen. i genuinely don't like horndog Cass and feel it can be very bland to write her that way, even as much as she teases others about it (or how she sits on Reader's lap, pins them to the bed, etc. without actually meaning to go further), so i thought... what if... Reader was basically her "first"... her first kiss, her first "human" she's actually cared about... pls she's so awkward i love her

*i have said it before and i'll say it again: Alcina can be a toxic lover. when she wants information, she will get it one way or another, but i think i did write that she apologized for pushing them that far? she's pushed their buttons again and again before, just never to that extent. i can understand her frustrations, but Alcina, pls

*mm, it was nice to write that Reader hates that part of themself and what it means, what it represents, while everyone else thought the wings were cool as fuck. i don't think anyone even mentioned how similar they were to Miranda's (yet? it's been a minute since i've even worked on TPtM), and i feel that's a step in the right direction, distancing themself from her/her influence

definitely looking forward to how you'll react in chapter thirteen, and i will warn you that it's a doozy. be prepared. you may hate me after LMAOO <333

[littlest-dark-age]

We are fire

!contains suggestive material! Please do not read if you do not wish to read suggestive/nsfw material!

You'd known what you'd been doing to sirius, you had to. He couldn't imagine a world where you didn't know what you were doing when you slipped on his button down, which you stole from him the last night you spent in his dorm, instead of your own and tucked it into your skirt. Not even hiding your grin as you loosely done your tie. Oh, but that wasn't all was it?

No, of course not. Sirius figured it would be a much longer day then it usually would be when you slid his hand between your thighs and up your skirts in the middle of the second lesson of the day. Letting his hand wander to your panties to feel the oh so familiar texture of a specific pair of panties. The yellow cotton panties that he adored, the way they looked cupping your ass the way he so desperately wished he could at the moment. Sirius had to bite his lip to keep from groaning when you clamped your thighs shut to keep his hand just out of reach of dipping his long fingers into the warmth between your legs that he often wished he could be locked in at any given moment.

And then? What you did at lunch? He knew you were trying to rile him up then and unfortunately, it was working.

The way you kept pressing your chest against his arm, rubbing your thighs against his and sliding your hands over his half hard cock in the disguise of using his thigh to help you be able to grab something off of the table. Sirius had half a mind to smack you then and there, then he'd see if you wanted to do this little game again.

But now….after lessons which included more teasing and what felt like an entirely too long dinner, he had you.

Dragging you up the stairs as you let out soft whimpers at the pace he was angrily walking at, not able to stop the way he rolled his eyes at the sounds

"Maybe I wouldn't be so angry if you weren't a fuckin' brat all day, thought bout that pup?" Sirius can't help but to slam the door once he gets the both of you through it, making sure to lock it. Not that it matters, the boys were used to straying from the dorm when he was like that and seeing your...affections towards one another.

"Didn't mean it daddy, swear it" you pout and bounce onto his bed as sirius tosses you down to the mattress. Letting out a gasp at the swift hit to your exposed outer thigh that your skirt revealed when you fell onto the bed.

"I don't appreciate lying, now do I? Believe that's somethin' that's gotten you into trouble befo' hadn't it?" Crawling over you with a fire in his eyes that could rival even the sun's flames, wrapping one of your thighs around his slim hips whilst your other leg dangles off the bed.

He leans down to your face, his dark hair acting as a curtain around the two of you. Resting his forehead against your own as you try to lean up for kiss but stopping at the large hand that comes up to softly rub at your neck with a gentleness that sirius only seemed to show you. After a moment of rubbing the skin of your neck, his hand reaches down to tug off the barely hanging on tie and toss it to the corner of the room although he didn't seem to care where it lands at the moment. Shutting your eyes as you feel his slightly chapped lips replace the spot his finger occupied just a second ago before sinking his teeth into your sweet skin, pulling a small mewl from you. Pulling away and leaning back on his legs before rolling his hips briefly into your covered heat with a wide grin.

"Oh look at that pup? Can you feel what I've been dealing with for the past few hours? What you caused?" Finally flipping your skirt up to completely reveal your panties and the dark spot in the middle of them before pinning your hips to the bed.

Seeing your chest start to rise quickly and your brows furrow, free leg kicking about as a whine slips through your mouth at his teasing actions. Sirius's grin turns into a light scowl as he starts to take off your, his, button down despite how much he wants to just to rip the buttons off. Slowing his movements to tease you even more, causing you to try and lift your hips but getting met with a soft smack to your cheek. Drawing a huff from you causing him to laugh and mockingly pout at you.

"Yea, don't like when you get what you deserve now do you? Oh but m'love, you look so pretty like this. All splayed out for me to toy with…."

His head falls back to your chest, pressing kisses to it as he continues to unbutton your shirt until it's completely open. You sit up with his help, practically ripping the shirt in the process of getting it off and toss onto the floor. Once again not caring where the cloth landed, knowing you'll have to hunt them down later. Sirius reaches a hand to tug the zipper of your skirt down, dropping your thigh from his waist to help you shimmy out of it.

All you're left in now is your underwear, while he still has all of his clothes on causing you to whine and tug on his belt buckle. He rolls his eyes and smacks your hands away from it and starts to undo it himself. You can't help but stare at the way his hands move around and manipulate the metal, it's a sight you've seen a thousand times before but you can't help but stare every time. You know he knows, which is why he always does it so teasingly slow. Taking his time and drawing it out as much as he can. "Siriusssss hurrryyyy" unable to stop the whine from coming out, he raises a brow as if daring you to say more.

"First of of all, pup, sirius not my name right now is it? Second. You don't get to whine and complain about me taking my time when all bloody day you've acted like a little slut, yea?" He all about says fuck the rest of his clothes before deciding against it. He steps back and your legs occupy the space his own once was, making a show out of stepping out of his pants and shirt. Slowly starting to tug his own underwear, you can feel yourself start to practically drool at the thought of finally being able to see him completely. You're unable to stop the grin the creeps its way into your face when he finally sheds his final layer and returns back to the bed, crawling on top of you once again and forcing you to lay back.

"Your panties are practically swimmin' aren' they? This what I do to my baby's cunt huh? Make it all wet and sloppy?" Sirius bites his lip as he leans down, propping himself up on one hand that's beside your head. He shakes his own head with a soft laugh as you hook your arms around his neck and toss one leg around his skinny hips, rolling your own to tease his throbbing member with the warmth of your heat. Finally, he gives you a proper kiss as the hand not holding him up sneaks around to unclasp your bra expertly. Leaving your lips, he leads a train of kisses down your jawline and your neck. Following the valley of your chest before pushing the fabric of your bra up to reveal your soft nipples, they pucker slightly at the chill in the room although you know the two of you won't be cold. Continuing to leave kisses over your belly and down to your panty line, sinking down between your thighs. Sirius looks up at you from his spot and pressed the softest kiss to the damp spot in the yellow cotton, making your legs jolt and try to clamp down around his head. You feel the grip on your thighs tighten as he sits up once again, hooking a finger into the side of your panties and tugging them to the side.

"Aw look at that, my baby's pretty cunt. Weeping at the thought of m'cock fucking into it, if I weren't so generous….I'd just leave you here with tied hands so you couldn't even get yourself off. No no, that's what I do. Nobody else, not even you."

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Old Expectations Die Hard (Dashie x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter One: Weird Circumstances

You know your life is complicated when the friend you always complain to says "you never have a dull moment do you?" I sigh as the weight of the world seems to make it impossible to breath. You see recently things have been rough. I lost my job and my fiance all in the same day, that itself was an unbelievable story. I was so upset and strung out on thoughts of what to do that once i got home early from work i didn't notice the extra car in the driveway. i stepped into my home and my own floors felt as if they'd given way when i saw the guy i thought i'd be spending my life with in bed, with my sister... my sister and i hadn't been on good terms for a while and for a good reason! The drugs she took either made her unreliable and selfish or crazy and murderous. He, of course, pulled the its not what you think, id never hurt you, it was a mistake, and honestly i could write a book out of the excuses i heard in the time of two minutes but maybe another time. Needless to say i left. I never thought about going back and to be honest my sister looked more hurt then i was. I took a job in California a few weeks ago and moved in with my friend (BFF Name). They always seemed to know what to say and honestly i truly believe They  knew me better then i know myself. 

California gave me the biggest culture shock I've ever had. I came from Mississippi, the bible belt and the most rural part of the world. California was sooooo different then what i was use to. The weather is awesome. There's lots of jobs for technical people, at least until you're 45 and then you're considered ancient and you can't possibly know anything when some 23-year old out of Stanford tells you that they know it all. (a little bit of sarcasm there) It's a great place to start a new company, money is available as is talent. The risk of starting a company is lower since you can always find a new job The politics are insane, if you aren't towing the progressive party line you should just STFU. If you even once say that Trump has done something positive, or that Obama did something negative prepare for the wrath. Read the stuff behind the recently filed lawsuit against google for a taste of what it's like. Seriously, don't say a word. The state if structurally bankrupt, although the finances look good because so much stuff is off of the balance sheet. The public pension liability dwarfs the "good" part of the budget, and some day it is coming home to roost. Watch out when it does. The cost of living is absurd, really absurd. I'm not talking just a place to live but gas, electricity, haircuts, milk, pizza, you name it. The traffic is absurd too. (can you tell i like the word absurd) The public transit, although usually on time, is a mess. People are pigs, they throw trash everywhere, the cars are overcrowded almost all the time. 

I've got to say, from how much it sounds like i hate California, i actually don't.  Mainly because its so far away from my original family, leaving really helped me start to grow up and feel like maybe i was getting a hold of my life again. Only problem has been getting to my new job on time. I work as a barista and a waitress at a brunch place a good minute away from the apartment. The money is good, otherwise i wouldn't waste my time with the commute everyday. i keep being late to work because i still haven't adjusted to how terrible traffic is and so my boss was "nice" enough to switch me to the later shifts. The hours are long and boring because my shift starts in the middle of rush hour to the slowest hours at the end of the day meaning you have to find things to keep yourself busy with. the only good thing is, we can wear pretty much anything we want as long as its black. all i wear is dark colors so i didn't have to spend any extra money on a uniform and i didn't have to wear the same thing everyday. Today i decided i wear a v-neck shirt that with an emperor waist (body forming) with black skinny jeans and my regular converse. i decided against driving to work and decided it would be far smarter to catch a bus to the nearest destination. My (hair color) hair was done is a fishtail messy braid, i always liked this style because it made me look like i had a head full of hair when in reality i thought i was going bald. 

My personality was a little odd, you see some days i felt like the beautiful nerd who has no confidence and wants to hide away in a hole. other days i feel like a model from Victoria secrets, of course those are the days i get the most tips. today was honestly a mutual day, where id rather be at home in my bed asleep, or listening to music. The bus finally stopped a block away from my job and i sighed obviously not wanting to go into work. surprisingly there wasn't nearly  as many cars as there usually is around this time but i wasn't complaining. i walk in to see that most of the downstairs was empty but whoever was upstairs definitely had a loud mouth. i walk to the back in order to clock in and i bump into melany ( the girl im shifting with). "wow you actually got here on time! Maybe the boss's mood will cheer up." i huffed a little. "yea, i dont know why i thought id need a car in California, say whats with the low level of customers? its NEVER this slow." she looked at me in disdain, "some guys reserved the entire upstairs and we had to make this huge table out of all our tables up there, glad im not gonna be the one fixing it later." i rolled my eyes, i hated when a huge family came in and they just had to move everything around because little johnny wants the sit next to suzzie and suzzie HAS to sit by her parents bc she likes to throw her food on the floor, all fake names but a real situation ive been in before. "well have they at least been fed so that i only have to clean up after them?" she shook her head while hanging up her apron. "nope, they've only ordered their drinks and they are getting those onto trays now." so today was gonna be like every other day. "guess i better go help them take those upstairs then, have a good rest of your day." i walk away and slip on my apron, grabbed one of the trays of drinks while another waiter grabbed the rest of the drinks. Once i got upstairs, that's when i met him...

Chapter Two: Last Will and Testament

          He was sitting on the far end of the long table of people laughing and joking. everyone seemed to be loud and all had their own inside jokes. This guy, he stuck out. i changed my attention to the task at hand, finishing this shift. i hated when people moved all the tables and seating around. all the waiters and waitresses have to go back behind them and look at the layout of the floor to put them all back exactly as they were before. it was a struggle and because of this nobody actually wanted that job so usually the manager gives it to her least favorite workers and i happened to be one. "who all had coke?" nobody answered me so one of the men bellowed out the same line and somehow was able to get a show of hands. i walked around handing  out drinks, catching the lingering smell of strong liquor. i could tell by the end of tonight they would all be wasted and loud. please, just don't make more of a mess then you have to, i thought to myself. i had one drink left on my tray, "sweet tea?" the guy i saw before at the end of the table waved his hand and i dreaded going over there, i always seem to make a fool of myself when it matters. 

     i make my way slowly down the table with the tray under my arm and the tea in my hand. i lean over to sit his drink on the table.."here's your t-" *CRASH* while joking with one of his friends his elbow crashes into my hand sending the tea flying all over me and the cup crashing to the floor, thank god i wore black. he turned around and looked more horrified then i did. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry!" his voice was deeper then i imagined it'd be. "no, it my fault i'm sorry ill get you a new one." i turned away to hide my embarrassment and walked away really just trying to get away from the situation. i could tell from the silence behind me that all eyes were on me. i ran to the back where the lockers were for the service. i went to the bathroom and stripped the sticky clothes off throwing them aside. i sat on the toilet  trying to catch my breath, my social anxiety had struck me  hard. a feeling of worthlessness and dread fell over me like a blanket. after the past few months i've had just one day without something terrible happening would mean the world to me. i heard a knock on the door, it was melany, she walked in with a towel from the kitchen. "hey, i heard what happen upstairs are you ok?" i covered my breast trying keep myself as unexposed as possible. "oh yea im fine, im just cold, and sticky, and... covered in tea." melany and i made eye contact and both laughed just to lift the dread in the air. "let me guess, all the guys are getting a kick out of watching me fumble again huh?" i said a little less concerned and more annoyed. she rolled her eyes "they are boys, they get a kick out of picking their own nose. we both slid to the floor beside each other, she hands me the damp towel. i get most of the sticky off as possible, throwing my hair up to make it look less clumped together by the sugar. "i have an extra black t shirt in my locker but i don't know how it will fit you. your breast are at least a size larger then mine." i shrugged my shoulders, "who cares ill make do. thanks for your help melany." she smiled her weird anime girl smile and ran to get the shirt from her locker.

     ill have to admit, she was right about the size thing. it was far to small around the chest area but the rest fit fine. after the incident my boss stuck me down stairs wiping tables and sweeping the floor, i dont mind though because i get to experience the day coming to an end with a beautiful sunset over California. i secretly kept the the window to watch as the sun fell from the sky. the sky seemed to burn and darken while the clouds began to glow with the last bit of sunlight left. the sky filled up with burning Burgundy and faded orange and yellows, the tallest buildings seemed to reach for the skyline as if it were a sunflower moving to the last drip of sunlight. moving here had been hard, and this had become one of the things i looked forwards to. living in the apartment with my friend was nice, buts its not the same as coming home to someone you use to lay with every night. sleeping alone seemed so much colder and emptier then i remembered from childhood. my mother would be so disappointed in the way i turned out, in the places id gone and the decision to spend my life with someone who was most obviously the wrong one. she would have told me to slow down and to take my time, that growing up wasn't everything. she would have said love isn't something you just wake up and have, its something you make. i wasn't anywhere close to where i thought id be by now, and i could see that. it tears at my heart everyday, not being able to see her or any of my family. sometimes it felt as if they'd all died in the fire that night. 

     i suddenly heard a boom of voices making their way down the stairs, i hadn't realized how close to closing time it had become. all of them walk out stumbling and laughing at their own jokes, seems they all got a good bit of drinking in, all except one. The guy i ran into on accident seemed as sober as ever, designated driver i think, he was much taller now. he seemed muscular but in such a fitting way for his body. his teeth sparkle because their so white, his smile complimented him best. his high cheekbones made his chocolate brown eyes his best feature. His skin was glowing with a sweet honey hue and before i could notice that i was staring he turned his head. his eyes met mind before i could think twice and that's when i felt the heat rise to my cheeks. weather it be from embarrassment or silly school girl shyness i didn't know . i turned my face away but it was too late, i turned my face a little just to catch a glimpse of him before he made his way out of the door and that's when i noticed his cheeks had gone from a burnt caramel to a rosy color. i felt my body shiver at the thought that maybe, just maybe he found me as attractive as i found him. i shook the thought from head realizing they had began locking the place down. as i helped close up shop and wash dishes i couldn't help but to let my mine wander to all different kinds of thoughts, funny thing was they always fell back to him and his rosy  cheeks. i couldn't help but smile as i felt my heart race at the thought of him, even though id made a fool of myself today i was glad i hadn't ruined my chances. Even if he'd never get with me or i wouldn't ever see him again, i'd still take it as a compliment that he even looked my way. 

     before long we were all outside laughing and talking about today. The manager locked the doors and said his goodbyes. i turn to walk towards the bus station when i see a man standing aside awkwardly between the restaurant and the parking lot. suddenly my eyes adjusted and once they did, the joyousness butterflies came back and the blush suddenly reappeared on my cheeks..

There are lots more chapter after this if you are interested you can find them here

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𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 - 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀

pt. 3

word count: 1, 802

●WARNING: mention of several mental illnesses (eating disorders, depression, anxiety, psychotic disorders, OCD, alcohol abuse, and more) I do not go into deep detail of each, more so simply mentioning the names, but if you are easily triggered please don't read. the reason I am mentioning these illnesses is because the boys(in my ff) suffer from several of them. all the mental illnesses mentioned in this chapter and their corresponding member are not based on true facts or actual evidence. this is fictional.●

"ah, well i graduated from college a while ago. majored in world language, i had this crazy dream of being a translator. but i obviously don't do that, although i've recently applied to several companies, i haven't heard from any." you ended with a neutral smile, making eye contact with the oldest who was nodding in understanding. "but i asked Jungkook which classes he took, since he still is a youngling."

you chuckle at your wording, along with the others. Hoseok even ruffling the man's hair teasingly.

"uhm, i do programming, computer stuff...yeah, it's nothing interesting like the arts b-but it's what i d-do best." a weak smile was on his lips and you chuckle softly.

"no, that sounds cute. you seem to be like a tech nerd, please take no offense. i mean to compliment you." you said, saving your mistake last second. even if they were younger than you, the level of respect and professionalism still had to be present between all of you.

red was painted across jungkook's face...he was cute to you? taehyung and jimin clenched the utensils on their hands, annoyed with how jungkook unknowingly one upped them. yoongi and hoseok sent glares to jungkook. namjoon and jin simply smiled, although they were fuming internally.

"oh, thank you..."

you nodded, biting into the food present in front of you. the taste was extravagant, even if it was a simple dish.

"my gosh, who made this? it is delicious." you moaned out, wiping your mouth. "this is so good, and home made?"

"that would be me, darling. and of course, home made. i like being able to overlook the food the boys eat, make sure they get their nutrients and stuff. i try to limit the amount of time they eat out,but sometimes i can't control it. especially if i'm in another country." you nodded impressed with the subtle fact he dropped, whether he did it on purpose or not.

"what do you guys do? i'm intrigued now with your professions." you said, resting your heaad on your hand.

"well, i graduated already...but i run my own dance studio. you should stop by sometime! we've won a couple awards, i'm very proud of my students!" hoseok smiles wide, and you could easily tell how much dance meant to him.

"i'm taking online classes for psychology. going to college is such a hassle, online is so much easier." namjoon says with a heavy sigh which you jokingly cheers to. making the males laugh at your humor.

"we, my friend, are on the same page!" you said and he laughed, making you smile widely.

"i produce music. i post my works on soundcloud...i promise i'm not like every other soundcloud rapper. i actually care about what i make, rather than the views it'll give me. i also have interest in photography, but tae is much better than me." yoongi was quiet and fidgeting when he saw the gaze of you on him. but at his last statement, you pouted a bit.

"i'm sure you two have your own styles and qualities in your work. also i've never met a producer before, i look forward to listening to your work as your career prgresses." you smiled kindly at him and he ducked his down to hide his blush. you chuckle before moving your gaze to the eldest at the table.

"oh, my turn. about time~" the boys scoffed and his attitude when you chuckled, at ease in his presence. "i mainly stay at home and do work in my office, but when push comes to shove i do have to leave the country. i'm heir to my father's company, so i have to take responsibility sometimes...and you must be wondering. so i'll answer the question now. the reason why i'm in this wheelchair is because i was in a bad accident when i was young." he nodded solemnly, although he was smiling weakly. there was a silence as you took the words in. "thank God my face was spared though."

he cupped his cheek, initiating a innocent look as everyone broke into a smile, looking over to the man with a wonder.

how could someone be so positive after such a horrific event? which was what you were thinking.

but the rest of the boys simply sighed in relief at their hyung. he was always a good liar. and they were lucky you were completely politely innocent and oblivious to their hyung's lie. he had lied more than once to you already, cheeky person he was

"yes, your face was surely spared." you said joining in with the joke.

the rest of the dinner consisted of you bonding over little things. your love for all kinds of games (including pranks) was shared with jungkook, love for animal life with namjoon, sleep with yoongi, culinary with jin, free expression with hoseok, puppies and dogs with taehyung, and family and friends with jimin. the general direction of every conversation was satisfying as it ended with everyone having a smile on their faces.

you had helped clean up, already beginning your new task as a house maid/nurse. "so what would like me to focus on as my first days?" you asked after everything was cleaned. the youngest had to go to their rooms, to begin getting ready for bed since they had school tomorrow. all their classes were in the morning which was fortunate for you since you would be driving them there from now on...and it didn't seem like fun to constantly drive back to the house and then to the university.

namjoon, who was standing in front of you, moved to the study table in the living room, and took a Manila folders into his hands. it seemed like a thick stack of papers and as you looked closer, there were a total of 7.

"no formal work, but all 7 of us saw it appropriate to give you an introduction to our needs. what exactly is wrong with us, y'know? we trust you're experience enough for this so we are confident you'll do just fine."

you took the stack of papers and thanked him. you walked through the house to find your room, which hoseok had shown you right after dinner was finished, and you still marveled at the sight.

it was a grand gray and white minimalistic bedroom with a huge bed in the center. there was also a large ledge with a window that you could sit on to see the night sky. you maneuvered your way over to the study table, turning the lap on to begin "studying" the males.

●𝖐𝖎𝖒 𝖘𝖊𝖔𝖐𝖏𝖎𝖓 / kim seokjin

disabilities/disorders: unable to move bottom half of body, a light case of schizophrenia, requires special attention on getting ready in the morning (may include dressing and showering)

meds: need daily dose for schizophrenia

your brows furrowed. that existed? you knew schizophrenia existed, but meaning a light case would specifically show what? you just shrugged and decided to what the papers were saying.

●𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎 / min yoongi

disabilities/disorders: OCD, severe depression, social anxiety, prone to panic and anxiety attacks in a crowd of many people, values his personal space-do not enter his personal bubble unless asked

meds: needs dose for OCD, depression

you nodded slowly, understanding the conditions and seeing the familiar names once again. you've had patients like him before, but everyone is different, so you will still be careful.

●𝖏𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖔𝖐 / jung hoseok

disabilities/disorders: bipolar disorder, ADHD, OCD, fits of anger are dangerous, act hostile in any case and alert one of the other tenants immediately

meds: dose for ADHD & OCD

sudden shortness of his list made you a bit hopeful that taking care of 7 males wouldn't be as hard as it seemed. then again, you willingly signed up for this so you shouldn't be complaining in any way.

●𝖐𝖎𝖒 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓 / kim namjoon

disabilities/disorders: depression, OCD, past with alcohol abuse (currently in rehab)

meds: dose for depression and OCD

you pouted slightly, only being able to imagine how hard it must be to recover from alcoholism. and it was saddening to see such an intellectual and kind person such as Namjoon suffer from the mental illness, although that could be said about everyone you had previously read.

●𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖏𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓 / park jimin

disabilities/disorders: ARFID, anxiety, prone to panic and anxiety attacks

meds: none

reading the single line you let yourself think of the moment he introduced himself. he was enthusiastic about meeting you, it made you smile at the memory. you were suddenly thankful for getting such a sweet and honey-like expression out of the man.

●𝖐𝖎𝖒 𝖙𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓𝖌 / kim taehyung

disabilities/disorders: OCD, ADD, brief psychotic disorder - periods are short and caused by stress, not dangerous unless triggered by something you do or say

meds: dose for OCD, ADD, and best if given sleep meds during pyschotic episodes

you nodded slowly, understanding and keeping the directions in the back of your mind.

●𝖏𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖏𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖔𝖔𝖐 / jeon jungkook

disabilities/disorders: DID, psychotic, anxiety

meds: dose to limit psychotic episodes

the 3 things on the list made your eyebrows furrow. the 3 seemed to make a terrible combination and you began thinking of how calm Jungkook was before. You hoped you wouldn't encounter any bad alters of Jungkook, if he had any bad ones. and, honestly, you were a bit uneducated in the DID field, so you were determined to learn more tonight with the help of the internet.

and the last sheet in each file were filed letters to make sure you caught it :

THEY SHOULD NEVER BE KEPT UNSUPERVISED FOR A LONG TIME. MEDICATION IS IN THE CABINET IN YOUR ROOM WITH PADLOCK TO AVOID OVERDOSES. THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND COMPLIANCE.

you took the words seriously, seeing the urgency in the message. shutting the folders, you stacked all of them in one pile and moved to freshen up. a shower was needed as you climbed into the steaming bathroom. after washing yourself, you climbed into bed and soon you were falling asleep. you fell asleep thinking about how tomorrow would be your first day of your new job.

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》what other times do you think jin lied to you? hmmm?

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ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴅʀᴋ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ʟᴍᴀᴏ

ᴀʟsᴏ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ 17 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ɴʏᴄ. ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢʟᴏʀɪғʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ʀᴀᴘᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs:

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ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ: @goshdangitjay (ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ)

Wade woke up to a strange rippling feeling in his lower back, and - like a normal person - shifted around to see what it was, only for great waves of pain to sweep his body with every shuffle of his muscles. It must've been from whatever stupid shit he was doing yesterday, and a surprisingly loud, annoyed huff shoved past his lips at the thought. He tried to move and found that even turning over made the pain worsen. He had no choice but to call for his roommates.

"Steeeeve!" He yelled, not that he really needed to. They all slept in the same room, thanks to there only being 3 bunk beds left for the older students. Steve popped his head down from his bunk, groaning.

"Whaaaat?" He replied in the same whine that Wade had used a moment ago. He scowled.

"I can't move. My back feels like it's broken." He grumbled.

"What happened?" Steve asked, his way of showing that he cared. Steve had always cared for him, always the kind one of their little group. Even though Wade was a dick.

"Y'know when I was out at the gym the other day? Well, my stupid self thought it would be a good idea to lift more than I could and- OUCH!" He yelled as Steve dropped down and poked his back. Wade scowled but was unable to attack Steve, since that would require moving.

"Oh you really are hurt." Steve said, putting his hands on his hips. "Okay, how does a massage sound? I know someone who gives great ones." Steve states proudly, a smile on his face. Wade would've shrugged if it didn't make pain spike his whole body. In all honesty, he knew about Steve's habits of trying to fix situations, and it usually ended up with the while thing being blown out of proportion and made into one giant mess. But Wade really didn't have an option right now, if the life-shortening pain spiking through him was anything to go by.

"Sure. Just get them here quick, I've got a game tonight." He said, his words laced with the same annoyed groan he'd used earlier. Steve nodded and swiftly left the room to go get whoever it was that would be giving him a massage.

Truth be told, Wade wasn't all that sold on the idea of another person touching him, what with his general self esteem problems. Despite what people told him about his supposed good looks, he just couldn't quite see it. He was just about to call Steve and tell him not to bother, when the door cracked open. Steve's hands were on his hips and he donned a triumphant grin.

"Ta-da!" He exclaimed, and that was when he noticed Peter shuffle out from behind him. Peter's face was almost instantly swallowed with horror, and Wade groaned. Of all the people, Steve just had to get that little fucker to give him a motherfucking massage. Peter looked like he might run away, but stepped into the room despite himself. He was holding a small box with what looked like a whole cabinet of different oils fitted into a tiny plastic space.

"Steve-" He started.

"Don't even think about complaining! Do you know how much effort it took to get this little guy away from his fanclub?" Not really a question. Wade only groaned again and turned his head away.

"I- I can leave, if you want." Came Peter's shaky voice, which he'd take over the insults they usually flung at eachother. Steve immediately cut in.

"No no no, I spent my time getting you over here, and you're gonna fix Wade before he turns to dust or some shit. Now don't let the big guy fool you, he's a puppy really." Then Steve left and shut the door, which conveniently locked from the outside. So now they were stuck in a room. Together.

Peter cleared his throat and shuffled forwards, dropping to the floor and opening up his little box.

"I'm not doing this." Wade muttered, but when he tried to move away, he cried out in pain. Peter frowned.

"We're locked in here, Wade. And don't even try to tell me it's not that bad, because - clearly - it is." He said, and Wade finally turned to look at him. Peter's eyes were glazed with nerves, and he was wringing his hands together in his lap. He stopped as soon as Wade's eyes dipped to them.

"Are you- um, are you wearing anything already?" Peter asked quietly, and Wade shook his head.

"Only boxers, but wouldn't you have loved me to be naked, hm?" He teased. Why the fuck had he said that? It had always been scathing insults and little fights that made them hate eachother and now he was... flirting with him? He didn't know if he could even call it that, but Peter's face was now flushed with colour. Wade rolled his eyes.

"Just get on with it." He muttered, almost shivering as Peter pulled down the covers to just above his waist. The small boy grabbed a yellowish oil that he quickly identified as eucalyptus and poured a little onto Wade's back. His hands were surprisingly strong; firm but soft as he glided them over his back, working on his tight and knotted muscles. Wade bit down on his lip to keep from making any noises he'd regret before Peter had even really started. The boy's voice was soft and soothing as he spoke,

"Where does the pain start?" He asked, and Wade mumbled something along the lines of "pretty low", which made Peter very, very nervous. He dragged a hand along his spine and said, "Tell me where it hurts."

Peter's hand stopped at the hem of his boxers and Wade let out a gruff noise. It hurt like a bitch. "There." He muttered roughly, straining to keep from crying out at the slight pressure. He froze for a moment when Peter silently slid his fingers just past the waistline of his boxers - god his fingers were so soft -, then tried to shift away as quickly as possible; only to cry out at the shattering pain. Peter instantly withdrew his hands.

"What the everloving fuck was that?!" Wade demanded, and looked to Peter expectantly, whose face was bright red.

"You- you said it was painful there so I had to- to get a little lower and..." Peter trailed off, wringing his hands together. The boy looked down at his lap and Wade suddenly felt a little sorry for lashing out when he was just trying to help.

"It's okay, Pete. Just... do what you have to." He said, watching as Peter paused, then nodded and set back to his job of easing the tension in Wade's back. Wade looked away from the boy, facing the wall as Peter continued to kneed his back until he relaxed against his touch. He felt Peter's hands lowering towards his boxers again and stifled a cry of pain, forcing himself not to leap away from the touch.

"I'm gonna need to um... take them off." Peter mumbled. Wade heard every word with painful clarity, and gave a small dip of his chin as his only sign of confirmation. Peter hooked his fingers under the hem of his boxers and slid them down enough that he'd be able to ease the pain in his back. He tried not to let his eyes dip any further than where he needed them to be.

Peter had to admit that it was difficult to work when he was at the side of the bed, and a bunk bed at that. Wade had given him the all clear to do what he needed to do... so Peter gave him a little warning before climbing up onto the bed and sitting on the back of Wade's muscled thighs. Wade gave a cry of surprise and tried to wriggle away, but Peter held him down.

"I can't reach from on the floor, and if you move too much you'll make it worse. I- I promise I won't look." He mumbled the last bit.

"Right- just don't get any ideas." Wade returned, not managing to catch the breathy noise that passed his lips when Peter put his hands on him again, starting from the top of his back in an attempt to relax him while also being on top of him.

This wasn't gonna be as easy as he thought.

Peter silently worked on a particularly knotted part of Wade's lower back, his hands kneading and smoothing the tension with leisurely strokes. A half-grunt came from Wade, followed by a slight shift of his hips - which very nearly made him jump in surprise - and for a moment Wade thought he'd imagined the tiny whimper that came from Peter because of it. He hoped he had, because if he hadn't imagined it then that meant he wasn't the only one being... affected by this. It was easy, albeit a bit embarrassing, if only one of them reacted to whatever was happening, but both of them...? That meant that it was real. Meant that it had to be talked about, and Wade had never been one for talking.

Luckily, neither of them spoke and Peter just continued working down his back, eventually getting lower as Wade relaxed again, and maybe arched against his touch. Maybe. Wade stifled another small noise when Peter reached the most painful part of his back, holding back a shiver when he added a little more oil.

"I'm gonna start going a little harder now, okay?" He warned Wade, and he nodded. He had to bite down on his knuckle to keep from groaning in pain, but it didn't stop the small hiss that passed his lips. Peter's hands instantly felt the tiniest bit gentler, more soothing than they had been as he coaxed the knots out of Wade's back. Enough that it felt almost... pleasant. He didn't remove his finger from between his teeth, almost afraid he'd make a noise that showed Peter just how pleasant he was finding it.

Wade shuffled back a little bit, the mattress underneath him digging into his chest, and discovered something he really didn't want to. Peter was hard, and with his ass pressed against him, it was a wonder he hadn't noticed before. He ignored it, ignored his own hardness too, and spared Peter the embarrassment. But as the boy's hands travelled lower and lower, practically kneading his ass by now, Wade couldn't stifle a long, drawn out groan that definitely had nothing to do with the fact that he was now pain-free.

Peter audibly gulped and Wade tried to shuffle away yet again, only to hear the smaller boy let out a breathy gasp as he moved against his hard member. Wade froze and slowly turned his head to Peter, whose hand was clamped firmly over his traitorous mouth. Wade blinked once, twice, before flipping them over so that Peter was under him, shoving his hand over his mouth to stifle the yelp the boy gave out. His mouth twitched into a smirk as he dropped his lips to Peter's ear.

"I could feel you earlier, baby boy~" He purred, his hand slipping down to cup Peter's erection. The boy only shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut as if it would all go away.

"I thought you wanted me to touch you, don't you?" His voice was still low and sensuous, but a note of seriousness laced his voice-- he needed to hear Peter say he wanted it.

"I- I didn't mean to- to r-react like that-" Peter started, his face bright red and eyes still tight shut. Wade gently slipped a hand under Peter's chin and tilted his head towards him, leaning down so their noses were practically touching.

"Oh, baby boy I'm just as hard as you are right now~" Wade crooned, his hand cupping Peter's red face. He watched the boy squint his eyes open, his face flushed a deep shade of crimson, and smirked at him before capturing his lips in a tangle of tongues and teeth. He felt some sort of satisfaction when Peter melted into him and kissed back with a strange sort of ferocity. He growled onto his lips and shoved their bodies closer together, another feral sound escaping him as Peter shyly ground his hips upwards.

"You like me on top of you, baby boy~?" Wade asked, almost teasingly, earning a slap on the arm from Peter despite his almost imperceptible nod. Wade made quick work of slipping Peter's pants and boxers off, already naked from the massage Peter had been giving him. He grinned down at Peter - his Peter - and practically crawled downwards to take his cock into his mouth. Peter hissed and gripped the sheets as Wade did expert things with his tongue, stroking and swirling with it as he bobbed his head up and down.

"Stop- stop that, Wade- Just- just f-fuck me- god-" Peter begged, his beautifully long legs hooking around Wade's waist as he went upwards to again capture Peter's mouth, his fingers dancing and flicking over his entrance. Peter tugged on his hair in protest, breaking the kiss.

"Don't tease, Wade- fuck me, please-" He again begged, his legs tightening around his waist to try and get Wade to fuck him senseless like he so desperately wanted him to.

"Don't you need prep, baby boy~?" He asked carefully, his fingers drawing circles around his nipples, his ribs, his stomach. Peter shook his head and brought him closer.

"No more questions, just fuck me." Peter said, clawing at his back already to try and get him to move. Wade looked slightly concerned, but who was he to deny Peter anything?

"This is gonna hurt, baby~" He mumbled onto Peter's skin as he pressed his cock against the boy's entrance, already seeing that just the head made Peter wince and bury his hands in the sheets, but the smaller boy gave a nod and Wade pushed in all the way in as quick a motion as he could make it, sparing Peter a continuous amount of pain. Peter was already panting and making small grunts and groans at the feel of Wade stretching and filling him, so much pain and pleasure arguing in his head - an argument that pain was currently winning, despite Peter's need for the man to just fuck him already. He pressed his hips back against wade and started fucking himself against his cock in a silent plea, but Wade just watched.

"Look at you, baby boy, so eager to be fucked you don't even need me to move~ you gonna keep fucking yourself against me till you cum, hm?" Wade thrusted once - a slow, hard movement - in time with Peter and smirked when the boy let out a cry of pleasure. He stilled and watched as Peter kept fucking himself on him, his face screwed up in what he could only assume was a mix of soreness and utter bliss, hands balled into fists on the sheets, his lips red and swollen from Wade's brutal kissing. It was a sight he could very quickly get used to.

"Good boy, Peter~" he praised before grabbing his hips to stop him and slamming into him, a chorus of load moans and half-screams meeting his ears in a wonderful melody that Wade wished he could play on repeat. Peter wrapped one of his own hands around his cock and stroked himself, unaware if how Wade desperately wanted to make this last as long as possible- make it so that he never had to have 'the talk' with Peter afterwards, or be rejected entirely by the sweet boy.

"Oh my god- Wade- gonna-" Peter cut himself off with a loud moan as Wade rammed into his prostate at full force.

"You gonna cum, baby? Okay, do it. Daddy says you can~" Wade murmured that last part in Peter's ear, a smirk gracing his features when the younger boy came with an ear-shattering cry, a plea of "daddy" on his lips making Wade finish in his ass with a long groan. He rode out his high with slow, powerful thrusts that Peter could only answer with tired moans.

He practically collapsed next to Peter and tugged him on top of his chest, his powerful arms wrapping around the boy's slender middle. "You sure liked that, huh, Petey~" Wade crooned into his ear, sending all the blood rushing to his face as he batted his arm with a hand.

"I just hope Steve was out." Peter said perhaps a little too loudly.

"I CERTAINLY FUCKING WASN'T!!"

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Torn • BNHA X OC • Chapter 1

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“I don’t think you realise how dangerous you could be.” My twin brother smirked as we made our way to school.

"Seventy percent of the human body consist of water, and you have the ability to control any fluid in the universe! You can basically make the whole world your slaves if you train your quirk enough." I sighed softly, not feeling the need to reply to his boring words that I'd probably heard a million times already. I was born with this power, did he think I wouldn't have figured that out after fourteen years?

I mean how couldn't I, when my father, despite my mother's protests, had been training me since I was four up until this year, because according to him training at school would be enough.

"Mom and dad will be so proud when you can finally go into the field too, Janie." He said, his voice dripping with pride and

excitement for my future. I, however, wasn't as interested in that, I must say. But I didn't say that out loud of course, due to the fact that I know that's not what he'd like to hear and I wasn't in the mood to argue with him right now. Not like I ever was in the mood to do that.

You see, unlike my younger siblings, I had the big responsibility which would be given to me as soon as I became the new leader of the so-called 'villain world', which would most likely happen as soon as my parents decided to stop - that would take a while considering they found their job absolutely lovely. Any villain would've been stoked for something like this, but me? I despised it from the day I was born.

Yes, there was a very small proportion of 'villains' that actually had some rational ideals, like them not agreeing with some situations though they were seen as 'right'. For example: Stain, the hero killer, didn't have the worst ideas in my opinion. He didn't agree with the fact that some heroes didn't become heroes with the intent of helping people. All they wanted was fame and glory. He decided to kill anyone he deemed unworthy of being a hero and kept the worthy ones alive. So, yes, his way of handling them was a completely different case but he had some decent morals.

However, the majority of this community was filled with people who just wanted to inflict pain on others, see their terrified faces before taking away possessions or sometimes even their lives. I did not want to associate myself with people like that.

And those were the exact kind of villains my parents were. As parents, they were just normal people but everyone knew both went ballistic during fights against heroes. There were some stories of heroes who could still hear my mother's psychotic laugh as she killed their allies. My dad would always look his victims right in the eye as he did whatever he wanted to do. I can't even imagine the amount of sins that they must've committed.

They expected me to be at least as crazy as them when I took over, but I wasn't even planning on becoming a villain at all. Even if some villains had ideas that seemed okay, it didn't make up for their actions. I wanted to become a hero and whether I'd become famous or not didn't matter to me. Helping people was all I wanted to do. However, we should put the emphasis on "wanted". I couldn't become a hero, my whole family would consider me absolutely insane.

We entered the school and parted our ways since we had different classes until lunch break. I never minded that, to be completely honest. We weren't the type of siblings that couldn't live without each other. I didn't have that relationship with any of my siblings. (I've got three younger brothers, I'm thirteen minutes older than my twin brother so yes I'd consider myself older, the others are twelve and ten.) Sure, we all cared about each other but we didn't have the tight bond some siblings do have. I thought that that was partly due to my parents, who never really let us do things together to get closer to each other. It was only when we got older that we started doing some things together. Maybe it was also due to our ideals being different but of course he didn't know that.

As for my two other younger siblings, they were a lot closer to each other so there never really was a need for them to have this really tight bond with my brother and I. Those two were completely fine as a duo.

I entered the classroom, not saying a word as I walked over to my seat. I also never really bonded with my class either. It didn't have to do with what I though, but more because of the fact that I was the daughter of the two most notorious villains ever. Nobody would ever talk to me and I had the tendency to be quite shy at first, so I never took the first step either.

"Alright everyone! Please open your books, classes will start now!" Our English and homeroom teacher, miss Deceit said with a bright smile on her face in the same annoyingly high tone she always used. "Today's lesson will be really exciting!" Maybe her name gave it away already, but she was a teacher who was great at creating illusions. After training for years and years, she could make someone's biggest fear and taunt people with those images. And people tend to do strange things when they're absolutely terrified... Sometimes a slightly less deathly version of that is used as a punishment for students, but only in very extreme cases. Now that she had reached an older age, she mostly used her quirk to make classes more fun than they actually are and the majority falls for it, but my parents taught me how to deal with quirks like that so it almost became like a reflex that I saw right through it.

And if you were wondering how on earth some of these villains were able to even set a foot in the outside world, there were two answers: serving in jail and fake identities. Some villains were able to get away with certain crimes and that way they got a shorter sentence, so after they served in jail they could just return to society. Other villains made fake identities and at my school they never turned people to the police. 'Villain code' is what they call it. You help other villains when they need it but you never ever call the cops on them.

The day seemed to last forever, but after villain training I could finally go home. I almost ran out of class, not wanting to spend another second with these people. My brother finished early today and went away to hang out with some of his friends, so I was on my own. It wasn't like I missed much though, no offence to him.

I frowned when I noticed a big sign set on the usual path I took to my home. It said that work was being done on the road, which meant I had to take a different road, a longer one sadly. I sighed quietly and then continued walking again. Before I could think my feet stopped on their own, making me almost fall in surprise. I looked up and gasped when I noticed it.

UA high.

The school I had admired since I was a small child, because that was the school where heroes were made. If you wanted to become a hero, you knew you just had to attend UA.

My eyes became wide when I noticed huge banners hanging. Today, and only today, they would let potential new students in and take a look in the building, like classrooms etc so they could see what to expect. I tilted my head in slight confusion. Why was this done though? UA wasn't a very open school at all, barely letting any students in. I wasn't complaining though..

Then a thought struck me. Wouldn't it be strange if I came home late? I usually got home at the same time every day so it would seem odd... But then again, I was usually the first in my family to arrive since my parents' "working hours" varied and my siblings usually hung out in places after school. I'd just go to look at the school and find an excuse later.

My excitement grew with each step I took, realising I was getting closer to the school I could only dream of even seeing. The school was huge and from the start the whole atmosphere was just completely different from what I was used to in my school. It felt like one community, whereas my school was just a mix of small groups who didn't really bother to talk to other people, let alone make other friends. Maybe I could actually make some friends here...if I was even able to attend the school at all. My parents wouldn't ever approve of this in a million years of course.

Okay, I'd just take a look. Nothing more or less. Looking wasn't a bad thing for sure so why was I worried about them not approving of it? I wouldn't attend the school anyway, nope. It was totally fine, I'd be there for a few minutes and then gone before anyone could notice. Yes. I'd do that.

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