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Since we’re on the topic on grammar and stuff, let’s talk about how the word “actually” is used in this haiku! (Yes I know this is still kinda off topic but let me ramble for a bit :))

This haiku would only work if it was spoken and actually was pronounced ACK-shull-ee, which is commonly used by many English speakers. However, in writing (and in spoken language for many), it is pronounced ACK-shoo-all-ee. This has four syllables instead of three, therefore making that poem not a Haiku.

My theory is that the world actually originated being pronounced with four syllables, and over time, two of those syllables got mushed together, creating “ACK-shwall-ee.” This morphed into “ACK-shull-ee” because English speakers are lazy. (See: “I will see you soon” turning into “see ya soon.”)

Anyway, this Haiku isn’t technically wrong, but it’s more stylized! (Like when poets use “o’er” to make “over” only one syllable.)

googledocs you are getting awfully uppity for something that can’t differentiate between “its” and “it’s” correctly

I wrote dark sun angst 😔

"You probably had a wonderful childhood!"

HAH! I don't even remember my childhood! UvU so I don't know if my childhood was amazing! Plus anything I remember is a lie or something that didn't happen! So I'll never know if my childhood was good or wonderful!

I randomly remembered an old relationship I had in middle school with a girl-

She wasn't allowed to date me since at the time I didn't realize I was gender fluid and was using she/her pronouns and during that relationship she was cheating on me with my now partners ex (who is ALSO A GIRL-) And asked me to add a third into our relationship and I said no the first time and she just kept pressuring me so I finally gave in and still she was controlling about who I hung out with and what I ate

I thought that was normal at the time especially since she was so overly loving and kind to me! I just felt like it was normal

Kinda glad I got away from that relationship!

What do you mean you're not in love with me? We are the only ones wearing green frog masks at the supermarket. You mean to tell me that was "unintentional" and "no we're not modern reenactments of Princess and the Frog"? ... seems fake, but okay

Don't you guys hate that moment when you fall and accidentally take every single inch of Matthew Murdock's penis into your mouth for approximately fifteen minutes of breathless suction and skilled slobbering that ends with 12 ml of cum (more than 2 times the regular amount of cum per ejaculation) pulsating, throbbing, and pumping down your throat, which leaves you with an aching sensation of your throat being stretched for the next couple days and leaves you even more insatiable for the next taste of his warm seed?

Scott lets himself fall in love. It turns out not to be that difficult, and he falls into it like into water.

Jimmy smiles at him, bright and sunny, with childlike sincerity and adult naivety — the rustle of leaves between his shoulder blades and the explosion of fireworks somewhere far away. They knit flower crowns for each other. Scott allows himself to remember how it's done.

Jimmy's promise is on his little fingers, like an oath: "Till death do us part!"

Death separates them too soon.

When Scott buries him, he leaves flower wreaths on the grave.

Scott doesn't even try when he gets involved with Pearl again. He doesn't feel anything. She doesn't feel anything, either. They don't need to. Love is taken for granted, like moles on the body or teeth in the mouth. It's natural and stupid when you try to tear it off.

Scott builds them a house, and Pearl comes up with traps for them, and Scott leaves with Cleo, and Pearl creates an army of wolves.

Scott is not falling apart. He can already stand on his own feet.

When he brings tnt to his face, he smiles, knowing that Pearl deserves it: "It seems that death is doing us apart!"

That's what happens.

(Actually, no one deserves it.)

Scott doesn't let himself fall in love. He tries to keep his distance, and it's easy, but it's hard.

They dance around and around with Martyn, circling like fish in a lake, but there is a distance between them: they both protect it, not letting it get too close.

(Scott grabs his arm and pulls him across the line, and he forces Martyn to kill him. He pretends he didn't like it. He knows Martyn definitely didn't like it, but he was flattered)

After all, Martyn measures his breath by ticks, and Scott knows that Martyn can do things that Scott doesn't allow himself to do.

They say in unison: "Death will not do us apart!"

Of course, if they are not together in a first place.

Scott dies at exactly the right time, and he tries to convince himself that he at least tried.

Scott doesn't want to fall in love.

i’m writing part two of my dukexiety fic and i literally just wrote something that made me have to stop and just stare at it. like??? why did that have to be what flowed?? like. i’m not gonna change it, cause its gold, but like. i set a mood and then i just ruined it.

Kuroageha X Fem! Reader

Pairings: Kuroageha (Lomando/Fancy island) X Fem! Reader

KUROAGEHA PLEASE MARRY ME.

Warnings: mentioned guts and vomiting (it's not graphic but it's just said)

Just a reminder: Lomando has a lot of loud noises, jumpscares and flashing lights.

This fandom after 2020-2021: 💀💀💀💀💀

Summary: Fem Reader got jumpscared by Momm- I Mean Kuroageha and instead of leaving like she does to a lot of people just stays there, for a uncomfortable amount of time and Reader Is standing there like: 🧍‍♀️

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MC (Let's hope I didn't summon a fandom) Pressed on the second buttons where Dai Kamuro was, that led her to a page called "Chaos", computer square window pages, one was blue eyes blinking, the others were flying across the screen, one a beating heart, one a picture of a newspaper that swirls sometimes, the other was a bunch of Eris/Ellis faces blurred, and bacteria, she clicks the blue eyes, leading her to a page called Eyes, a woman named Betty who had guts out of her stomach and blood coming out of her eyes as she had a smile only a mother could only love (A/N: /J I LOVE BETTY I PROMISE) , it made her want to puke as if the bacteria wasn't enough to make her get the ick, those eyes that were blue are now red, with red text in Dutch, Japanese romaji, Finnish, and French, she clicked the eyes again, it led her to a page called "Nyanyanyanyahn", a youtube video?

She pressed the button, static filled the screen until, a woman with very long black hair with swept side bangs , a possible black skirt with black lips and grayish white skin popped out of the screen, breaking it, with a wide smile and childlike giggle, getting way too close to her face, she wasn't moving away from her spot which was unusual since she read that she goes away after jumpscaring and leading you to a real youtube video with Yukan, but in her case, she didn't move, she just stared (A/N: as someone with AVPD and a phobia of staring that is my worse Nightmare)

Stared and stared until she finally spoke

"You're Pretty" (A/N: is it you're or your? I don't know English wasn't my first language)

That was it and she just smiled with just her lips in a 'I will be here if you need me' (A/N: I'm in my yearning era)

She disappeared. She just disappeared right there and then.

The page finally made me go to Yukan, That lady was pretty hot though, she knew that for sure. Maybe a little too hot, but whatever.

She Genuinely Forgot She Had to do Yukan's Puzzle

She has to process things first as her brain was like a potato thrown in a microwave, waiting slowly.

Rings, Ice and Everything Nice (FengQing Christmas Oneshot)

Summary:

“Huh?” Feng Xin lifts his head to see Xie Lian standing in front of the kitchen counter, right opposite him. Mu Qing is out at the moment so it’s only the two of them right now.

“You free this Christmas?” Xie Lian repeats, propping his elbow on the counter and resting his chin in his palm. “There’s a Christmas Market in town. San Lang and I were going to go but something sudden came up and now we can’t,'' Xie Lian rubs his neck, embarrassed. ”So we’re asking if anyone would want to go in our place. It’d be awful to waste that ticket.”

“Uh, I think so?” Feng Xin answers. He doesn’t have much to do on the 25th, so he might as well go to that Christmas market, could be fun.

Feng Xin invites Mu Qing out for a day at the Christmas market, it goes... pretty damn well. ___________________________________________________________________

Please note that I type some stuff in Cantonese in this fic and translations will be given after the paragraph.

Notes:

Hello, people. This is my first OFFICIAL fic on AO3, and it's a oneshot about our two favourite rival dumbasses at a Christmas Market. Since Christmas was rolling around and I really wanted to write something, I wrote it.

This was partially inspired by "Perfectly Warm" by thekeyholder on AO3, their oneshot is so good and so cute. Go check it out.

Please note that I did not beta read this and any spelling and grammatical errors shall be fixed when I feel like it... which is never.

And with that being said, I give you: THIS NON BETA READ MONSTROSITY THAT I POSTED A DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS, I MEAN WTF?

Rings, Ice and Everything Nice:

“You free this Christmas?”

“Huh?” Feng Xin lifts his head to see Xie Lian standing in front of the kitchen counter, right opposite him. Mu Qing is out at the moment so it’s only the two of them right now.

“You free this Christmas?” Xie Lian repeats, propping his elbow on the counter and resting his chin in his palm. “There’s a Christmas Market in town. San Lang and I were going to go but something sudden came up and now we can’t,'' Xie Lian rubs his neck, embarrassed. ”So we’re asking if anyone would want to go in our place. It’d be awful to waste that ticket.”

“Uh, I think so?” Feng Xin answers. He doesn’t have much to do on the 25th, so he might as well go to that Christmas market, could be fun.

“Great!” Xie Lian claps his hands together and pulls out his phone. “Thanks so much. Oh, by the way, that ticket is for two, so you might want to get another person to go with you.”

“Oh.” Feng Xin says. He rubs the back of his neck, clearly a bit troubled. Who would bother to come with him to a Christmas market at such a moment's notice? It was already the 23rd, everyone he knew already had plans for Christmas. Who would wanna go with him?

Xie Lian immediately notices that he’s a bit troubled. “What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned for his friend.

“Well, everyone we know already has plans for Christmas, so I don’t know if…” he trails off, deciding not to finish that sentence. Xie Lian seemed so happy to have someone to use those tickets, but if he didn’t have a plus one, then…

Xie Lian catches on immediately.

“Oh,” he says, face slightly falling. But then his face lights up again. “Why don’t you bring Mu Qing then?”

“Huh?” Feng Xin seems bewildered by the suggestion.

“Yeah!” Xie Lian smiles. “It’d be a great opportunity for you two to bond. Plus maybe you can get closer to him…” he adds that last part in a mischievous tone and a wink.

“W-what?” Feng Xin’s face starts becoming warm. Fuck, he caught on.

Xie Lian sighs. “Come on, Feng Xin. I know about your crush on Mu Qing. I just think that you should tell him.”

“What? No the fuck I shouldn’t!” Feng Xin “Also, why would he wanna come? He’d hate to go to the Market with me.”

Xie Lian sighs deeply. “No, he wouldn’t. Believe me. I’d know.”

“But-”

“Feng Xin,” Xie Lian holds up a hand. “I have known you and Mu Qing for most of my life, and I know how he feels about most things. I’m sure he’d want to go to the Christmas market with you.”

“But-”

“End. Of. Discussion.” Xie Lian says sternly, his tone hardens and his eyes narrow slightly. To anyone else, they wouldn’t notice much difference from Regular Xie Lian, but Feng Xin knows to stop arguing when Xie Lian uses that tone.

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask him.” Feng Xin says in defeat.

“Great!” Xie Lian goes back to his regular smiley self. “I’ll give you the ticket via Whatsapp. It’s digital so you just have to show it to the staff at the entrance and you’re good to go.” he picks up his phone and types something. Within seconds, Feng Xin feels a buzz in his pocket and he knows immediately that Xie Lian just sent him the ticket.

“Well,” Xie Lian pockets his phone. “I better get going, San Lang is waiting.” he picks up his bag and opens the front door. “You guys have fun at the Market!” and with that, he steps out and shuts the door.

And now Feng Xin is alone in the kitchen.

“Ugh…” he picks up his phone and dials Mu Qing’s number, his finger hovers over the dial button for a minute. He finally relents and presses the button. Mu Qing answers within seconds.

“This better be good, I won’t be back for another hour.” he hears Mu Qing’s voice ring out from the opposite end.

“Hey, Xie Lian gave me a ticket to the Christmas Market downtown. He said that he and Crimson Rain were planning to go together but they had something to take care of so they gave the thing to me.”

“Okay? So go by yourself. What does this have to do with me?” he can practically feel Mu Qing’s eyeroll through the phone.

“The ticket covers two people, so I need a plus one to go to the market, and since no one else is free, I thought that you were the next best option.” Feng Xin takes a deep breath. “So, wanna go with me?”

There is a long moment of silence between them when he says that.

“Alright. What time are you free?” Mu Qing finally says. “I have time around 7 on the 25th.”

Feng Xin’s heart does some sort of somersault when Mu Qing says that. “Oh, uh. Same.”

“Then it’s settled.” Mu Qing says coolly. “I’ll be back by 5. Don’t forget to vacuum the place and defrost the chicken.”

‘Alright, geez.” Feng Xin says. “See ya.”

“Bye.” he hears Mu Qing say on the other end, then he hangs up. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

When the 25th rolls around, Feng Xin gets a lot more excited about the Market date, (Is it a date? He asks himself.) much to his own dismay and joy at the same time. He lies awake in bed the night prior, trying to fall asleep, but the excitement is killing him. At last, he falls asleep around midnight, after a nice session of trying his damndest to not think about the Market date but failing and at last falling asleep due to the built up exhaustion from all the work he did in the week.

When he wakes up, Mu Qing tells him that he’ll be out for most of the day, but will be back to go to the market with him. And that he should get ready before he gets back as it’s a long walk to the Christmas market. Feng Xin does not protest against this, and simply gives a nod at Mu Qing before he heads out.

The rest of the day, Feng Xin goes about his regular routine. Since it’s Christmas, it means that he had the day off from work, and the fact that it would be Saturday right after Christmas Day, makes it even better. He tries not to think about Mu Qing and the Market tonight, but also wonders at the same time why Mu Qing keeps going out of the house so frequently these past few days. Eventually, he gets the thoughts of Mu Qing out of his head, and settles down on the couch to binge some movies before Mu Qing comes back. He turns on the TV and puts the box of snacks on the coffee table, and before he even knows it, he drifts off.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Feng Xin jolts awake, he rubs his eyes and sees a fuming Mu Qing at the front door, he kicks off his shoes and puts the paper bag he has in his hands on the kitchen counter before walking towards Feng Xin.

“Do you even know what time it is?’ he yanks his roommate off the couch and shoves his phone in his face. 6:27 pm, it reads.

Feng Xin blinks a few times before realizing what’s happening and thinks. Oh no.

“Oh fuck!” he untangles himself from the blanket and makes a dash for his room for a change of clothes. It would take them a solid 30 minutes to walk to the Christmas market, and he just wasted a lot of time.

“I told you to get ready before I came home, and did you?” He hears Mu Qing scolding him through the bedroom door. “Oh my god we’re gonna be so late.”

“Says the guy who came home at 6:27 pm! You wasted just as much time as I did!” Feng Xin fires back at him.

“I expected you to be ready by the time i came back and we could head out as soon as I came back, god!” Mu Qing yells.

“Ugh!” Feng Xin yells in frustration as he ruffles through his drawers for something that would look remotely decent outside, but would still shield him from the winter cold.

At last, after ten minutes of non stop arguing and Feng Xin trying to dress himself in the nicest thing he owns (for the occasion, not to impress Mu Qing!), he steps out of the room and rushes towards the front door.

“Took ya long enough!” Mu Qing huffs, showing him the time on his phone, which now read 6:37. “Let’s go!”

Both of them ran out of their apartment at full speed. Only now did Feng Xin appreciate the fact that their apartment was on the 2nd floor and not the 15th, as he had originally hoped. Mu Qing insisted on the one on the 2nd, saying it would “allow for more natural light!” and “a faster trip downstairs.”

They were in such a hurry that they didn’t even have time to admire the beautiful Christmas lights that hung all around the city.

By the time they got to the location where the Christmas market was, Mu Qing’s phone already read 6:58 pm. They’d gotten there faster than they had expected.

The guard at the entrance scanned the ticket on Feng Xin’s phone and looked at both of them and chuckled. “You know, this Christmas market is really popular with couples.”

Feng Xin tensed up and he could feel the heat rising from his neck. He looked over at Mu Qing, who had frozen in shock.

The guard chuckled again and handed them two wristbands. “These’ll give you access to all of the attractions in the park, just show it to the staff and they’ll let you in. You kids have fun!”

Feng Xin took the wristbands and handed one to Mu Qing. They both wrapped them around their wrists and waved goodbye to the security guard before stepping into the winter wonderland that was the Christmas market.

“Wow…” Feng Xin said in astonishment of the Christmas market. Stalls were absolutely everywhere in the giant park that the market was set up in. Lights shimmered and the laughter of the children echoed throughout the park, and the falling snow that quickly coated the rooftops of the buildings nearby made the area look like something straight out of a fairytale.

“Don’t just stand there, you look like an idiot.” a voice beside him snaps him out of his trance. Mu Qing smiles teasingly at him. “Cmon, we came here to enjoy the attractions, not to gawk at the lights and stuff.”

“Hey, it looks beautiful here, can you blame me?” Feng Xin asks in defense, and Mu Qing rolls his eyes, but a small smile dances on his lips, and his eyes visibly soften when he looks at Feng Xin.

That sight made Feng Xin want to kiss him so bad.

“So uh… about what the security guard back there said,” he begins. “You know, about us looking like a couple.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess we do kind of look like a couple, huh?” Mu Qing answers him sheepishly, averting eye contact.

The two of them stand there in awkward silence for a while before Mu Qing finally breaks the silence.

“Cmon.” Mu Qing grabs his arm and pulls him over to one of the stalls. “I didn’t come here to do nothing.”

“The stall he had pulled Feng Xin to was a game stall, the girl manning the stall looked at their wristbands and gave them a rundown of how the game there worked. It was a very basic ring toss game. The more rings you land on the bottles, the bigger the prize you get. She gave them a bucket of rings and went to the side.

Feng Xin picks up one of the rings and aims for one of the bottles, he could feel Mu Qing staring at him behind him. He takes a deep breath, and throws.

The ring lands perfectly on one of the bottles.

“Holy shit.” he hears the girl whisper from the side, and Mu Qing seems to be gazing at him.

“My turn.” Mu Qing comes forward and takes a ring from the bucket and throws it at the bottles. It doesn’t land on any of them, instead, it hits the side of one of them and falls to the floor with a loud clang!

Feng Xin chuckles and Mu Qing glares at him. “You think this is funny?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Feng Xin admits, but before Mu Qing can get a word out, he steps forward and grabs another ring and shoves it in Mu Qing’s hand. He then goes up behind Mu Qing and holds up his arm to a certain height. This sudden close contact makes Mu Qing tense up. “You wanna make sure that a bottle is within your line of sight and make a decision on which bottle you want to throw the ring at. Next, take aim,” he raises Mu Qing’s other arm - the one that isn’t holding the ring, and puts it in front of him, making sure his index finger is pointing at a bottle through the ring. “And… throw!”

This time, the ring lands perfectly on a bottle, and Mu Qing is astonished by this. “Whoa…” he says.

Feng Xin smiles and picks up another ring. He throws it at the bottles, for it to land on one of them perfectly, as expected from the guy who got gold in all of his archery tournaments back in high school. They continue the game until the bucket of rings run out, joking around and teasing each other the whole time, with a majority of the rings landing on bottles and just a couple missed ones, it was no surprise that they’d won a pretty big prize.

“Here you go.” the stall girl says as she hands Feng Xin a giant black cat plush. “I’d recommend you give that to your boyfriend,” she points at Mu Qing behind him. “Gives off the same vibe.”

Feng Xin’s cheeks go red at this. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh really? Could’ve reckoned you two were dating, by the way he looks at you.” The stall girl comments, surprised. Mu Qing’s cheeks also heat up at this comment and he pulls his hood over his head.

“Uh, yeah okay. Thanks for the plush.” Feng Xin manages to say to the girl, who looks at him weirdly before shrugging and waving them goodbye. Feng Xin stuffs the plush

“Well that’s the second time we’ve been mistaken to be a couple.” He jokes to Mu Qing once they’ve walked away.

“Yeah, I know.” Mu Qing says, the red on his cheeks still not disappearing.

They stay like that for a moment, with Mu Qing not talking and Feng Xin looking at him while holding a giant cat plush.

“Well, uh, where do you wanna go next?” Feng Xin asks him to lessen the awkwardness.

“I don’t know, you pick.” Mu Qing answers him.

“Uhhh…” Feng Xin looks around them, there were a lot of attractions all over the park, but none of them really caught his interest, except for-

“You wanna go ice-skating?” He asks.

“What?” Mu Qing raises his head and looks in the direction Feng Xin is pointing in. Sure enough, there was an ice-skating rink smack dab in the middle of the park.

“Sure, why not?” He agrees and walks over.

They borrow ice skates from the staff working at the rink, and get on the ice within minutes, but there was one problem: Feng Xin didn’t know how to skate.

“Pfft,” Mu Qing tries to stifle a giggle when he sees his friend repeatedly trying and failing to get up from the ice once he slips.

Feng Xin sighs and gives up. “Little help here?” He asks Mu Qing.

“Nope, you got yourself into this, you get yourself out.” He says teasingly. “Alright, alright, I’ll help you.” He finally relents when Feng Xin glares at him. He leans down to grab his hand, but Feng Xin falls forward at him once he gets up again.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” Feng Xin apologises to him once he realises how closely their bodies are pressed together, and tries to distance himself from Mu Qing, but with no avail, as when he tries to get back from him on the ice, he just ends up falling against Mu Qing again.

“Oh my god, just stop.” Mu Qing gives up, and just lets Feng Xin lean against him for now. “Follow my lead.” He grabs Feng Xin’s hands and guides him across the ice, trying his best not to let him fall again, and throughout this entire process, Feng Xin is just mesmerised by how pretty Mu Qing looks in the multicoloured lighting of the rink.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could skate.” Feng Xin remarks. “You're really good.”

“Thanks.” Mu Qing looks away for a quick second. When did all the fighting between him and Feng Xin suddenly turn into playful banter and jokes and suddenly now, basically flirting? Unbeknownst to him, Feng Xin was thinking the same.

Mu Qing takes a deep breath. “Feng Xin, I have something to tell you…”

“Y-yeah?” Feng Xin’s breath hitches and they skate to a stop.

Mu Qing turns around to face him, eyes softer than usual and the way his hair reflects the lights around them just makes him look… ethereal. (Yeah, Feng Xin can’t take the bi panic.)“Listen, I’ve kind of liked-”

RIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!!!!!

A bell rings in the distance and a staff member comes out.

“Alright, everyone, rink’ll be closing in ten for cleaning and maintenance! So everyone who’s still in here, please leave the rink before we force you out!”

“Oh! Seems like we have to get out of here.” Mu Qing says awkwardly, separating his body from Feng Xin’s and grabbing his date(?)’s arm and leading him away from the rink.

Once they’re out of there, Feng Xin thinks about what just happened.

So basically, Mu Qing and him got really close, like, really really close, he just guided him through skating and holy fuck that last part…

That last part.

“Are ya deaf?” Mu Qing’s voice rings through the air, cool and calm, but there was definitely a mischievous undertone to it.

“Huh, sorry what?” Feng Xin snaps out of his thoughts. “Yeah sorry I couldn’t hear you.”

“I asked where you wanted to go next, dummy.” Mu Qing rolls his eyes, but Feng Xin knows it’s only in a teasing manner. “I’ve been asking you for the past minute, and you didn’t respond, almost like you were deaf or something.”

“Uh,” Feng XIn scans the area around them for something interesting to go to. “Wanna go there?” he points at a very dark building in the distance, but it was already pretty obvious what it was.

“Ugh, there?” Mu Qing rolls his eyes again. “I swear, that place is the least frightening place I've ever seen.” he says, obviously trying to cover up the fact that he was creeped out by the house.

“Still looks fun though.” Feng Xin smiles. “What? Is Xiao Qing-er scared?” he adds teasingly.

“I literally just told you that that is the least frightening place I’ve ever seen.” Mu Qing says dryly.

“Then on second thought, no.” Feng Xin decides. That haunted house really did look a bit scary once he looked at it a bit clearer.

Mu Qing notices him looking a little creeped out and smirks.

“做乜啊?阿信係唔係驚咗啊?” he asks, trying to get a rise out of Feng Xin.

(Translation: What? Is A-Xin scared?)

“No, of course not!” Feng Xin says defensively. “Come on.'' He grabs Mu Qing’s arm and drags him towards the haunted house.

That sudden touch makes Mu Qing’s breath hitch and his body tense up, and he follows Feng Xin to the haunted house.

There were only a few people waiting at the haunted house, and for good reason. Now that Feng Xin got a way better look at the haunted house, he could tell that those people who worked there were not coming to play. The house wasn’t over the top looking like other haunted houses they’ve been to, the place looked like bad news, and if it weren’t for the fact that it was a park attraction, Feng Xin and Mu Qing would’ve avoided it like the plague, or COVID.

Once it’s their turn to step into the haunted house, Mu Qing tenses up even more, he grabs Feng Xin’s arm and yanks him closer to himself. This makes Feng Xin’s heart start breakdancing and doing somersaults in his chest, all the while singing corny Christmas carols.

The inside of the haunted house looked like something straight out of a murder crime scene, and from what research that Feng Xin had done on haunted houses, this was something good. It reminded him of the Winchester Mystery house he visited last summer and the McKamey Manor, only with less torture and death.

Mu Qing squeezes his arm tighter, trying to keep his head down so that he doesn’t see anything too scary.

“Ha, look who’s scared now.” Feng Xin teases in an attempt to get Mu Qing to calm down.

“Does A-Xin want to fucking die?’ Feng Xin can feel the glare, even though he can’t see it.

“No, but I’m pretty sure you’re gonna cut off my circulation with how hard you’re gripping my arm. “ Feng Xin says.

“Oh.” Mu Qing lets go of his arm and goes silent at his side.

Well that was kind of unexpected. Feng Xin’s arm feels cold without Mu Qing clinging to him like a koala.

They go through the haunted house slowly, with none of them saying a word, but Feng Xin can feel something was wrong, almost like someone was following him. He looks at Mu Qing, who by now has regained his composure and is walking steadily, but he can tell that he’s still a bit on edge.

Feng Xin looks behind him, but there was nothing there. He turns to Mu Qing. “Hey, you feel anything following us?” he jokes in an effort to get Mu Qing to stop being so quiet.

“I don’t know, maybe you’re just freaked out?” Mu Qing dryly, but he looks grossed out by the fake bloody handprints on the walls and looks over his shoulder.

“Hmm.” Feng Xin hums. “Maybe you are too?” he teases.

Mu Qing rolls his eyes.

They walk through the haunted house, everything’s uneventful for a bit, but Feng Xin’s weird feeling that someone is following them is getting stronger.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asks Mu Qing.

“The exit’s that way, dumbass.” Mu Qing points at a door labelled “Exit”.

“Yeah okay, let’s go.” Feng Xin grabs Mu Qing’s arm and walks towards the door, but before he can open it, a figure comes up behind them and raises a knife behind their heads.

“痴孖筋!” Feng Xin curses and Mu Qing raises his fist, only for the figure to raise their hands over their head, and that’s when Feng XIn and Mu Qing realise: This is an actor for the haunted house.

(Translation for 痴孖筋: it’s a curse in Cantonese, and it means “FUCKING SHIT!” in this particular context, but its base meaning is basically just an insult for someone who’s acting insane.)

“Oh my god…” Feng Xin facepalms and Mu Qing rolls his eyes and opens the door to reveal the outside.

“Oh my god, you looked so freaked out back there.” Mu Qing teases Feng Xin once they’re a considerable distance away from the haunted house.

“Says you.” Feng Xin fires back. “You were gripping my arm so hard that it felt like you were going to rip it off.”

“Ugh.” Mu Qing groans, a bit of pink dusting his pale cheeks. “That was actually pretty fun, I won’t lie.”

“Yes, because us being stalked by what looks like a killer and being attacked by said killer is fun.” Feng Xin says.

“Awwwww, poor A-Xin, so scared of a fake killer?” Mu Qing says in a baby voice and throws his head back. “That’s fucking hilarious.”

Feng Xin sticks his tongue out at him.

“Seriously?” Mu Qing rolls his eyes. “Sticking out your tongue? That’s grade school level shit.”

“Speaking of grade school level shit…” Feng Xin says mischievously, raising a hand behind Mu Qing’s back.

“What the f-”

“I HIDE, YOU SEEK!” Feng Xin yells before taking off.

“Oh it’s on!” Mu Qing runs after him into the crowds.

They run for a while, uncaring of all the people staring at the fact that two grown men are running through the crowds like six year olds, and Feng Xin sees a gap between two stalls. Nice place to hide. He thinks to himself. He makes a dive for that gap, but Mu Qing is faster, as he yanks Feng Xin out of his hiding place before he’s even halfway in.

“Gotcha!” Mu Qing laughs and gets off of Feng Xin.

“Yeah, yeah. You got me.” Feng Xin rolls his eyes and smiles at his companion.

“Come on, I wanna go see the ice sculptures.” Mu Qing lifts himself and Feng Xin off the ground. “And I don’t want to be stared at by a bunch of strangers.” he adds under his breath, glaring at all the people staring at them.

They head for the ice sculpture building, and the queue progresses quickly, maybe due to the late time, but both Feng Xin and mu QIng don’t really notice the time. Instead, they are thrusted into a kingdom of ice and snow.

“Whoa…” Feng Xin says, brushing his hand against one of the ice sculptures that was shaped like a penguin. “These look so real.”

“Yeah, they do.” Mu Qing agrees with him. “Hey.”

“Huh?”

“Take a look at this.” Mu Qing points at an ice sculpture of two people in extravagant ancient Chinese robes. Their lips were pressed together and the one with a bun was dipping the one who had longer hair, flowing freely from his head.

“Holy shit, that’s beautiful.” Feng Xin says in astonishment.

“Yeah. I know right.” Mu Qing holds up his hand to brush against the face of the one with the bun.

“You want a photo with this?” Feng Xin asks him.

“Huh? Yeah sure.” Mu Qing goes silent for a moment. “But you have to be in it as well.” he tells Feng Xin.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Mu Qing shrugs, then turns to another visitor of the building. “Excuse me, would you mind taking a photo of us?” he asks the teenager next to him, over the sound of Feng Xin’s protests.

“Sure, why not?” The teenager agrees and Mu Qing hands them his phone.

“Why did you ask-” Feng Xin begins.

“Shut up, the kid’s already starting to take the photos.” Mu Qing hisses at him and pulls him closer. He flings Feng Xin’s arm over his shoulder and wraps his own around Feng Xin’s waist.

A minute or so passes, and the kid finally stops taking photos. “Thanks.” Mu Qing says as the teenager gives the phone back to him.

‘You two make such a great couple, ya know?” the teen tells them.

“Oh, uh. Thanks, I guess?” Feng Xin says, embarrassed, while Mu Qing hides his face in his hands.

“Yeah. See ya ‘round.” the teenager gives them a salute and walks away with their mother.

“Well that’s the-” Feng Xin begins.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Mu Qing says, cheeks pink. He pockets his phone and blows some hot air onto his hands. “Let’s get outta here, I’m freezing.”

“But we’ve barely even-”

Mu Qing is nearly out the door.

“哎呀⋯⋯" Feng Xin runs after him.

(哎呀 basically means: Aiya… and that punctuation mark after it is the Chinese equivalent to this: …)

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They continue walking through the Christmas market for a while, it was already pretty late, nearing 9 pm.

“So uh, what do you wanna do next?” Feng Xin asks the black haired man walking beside him.

“I dunno.” Mu Qing shrugs.

“Well…” Feng XIn scratches his head. “Wanna go see them light up the Christmas tree?”

“What?”

“Yeah!” Feng Xin says. “Xie Lian told me about it yesterday, he told me that they’re gonna light up the Christmas tree at the center of the park.”

“Well, alright.” Mu Qing nods. “What time?”

“9 pm.”

“Oh shit, it’s already 8:45.” Mu Qing pulls out his phone. “Well, if you wanna go see the tree light up then we better get going.”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

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“You wanna get something to drink before we see the lights?” Feng Xin asks.

“Okay.” Mu Qing says. “Whatcha want?”

“Nothing too much. Maybe some tea or hot chocolate, you?”

“Yeah same.” Mu Qing says, then he notices a small stall in the distance. “That stall seems to be selling drinks, wanna go check it out?”

“Okay, let’s go.”

A few minutes later, both of them are holding hot chocolate and sitting on a bench, right in front of the Christmas tree in the center of the park.

“Hey, thanks for coming with me to this Christmas market.” Feng Xin smiles.

“Hm.” Mu Qing takes a sip of his hot chocolate. “I’m glad I came.” he says quietly.

“I’m glad you came too.” Feng Xin smiles and wraps an arm around Mu Qing’s shoulder. Mu Qing tenses up at first, but soon relaxes into the warmth of his companion.

They sit in silence for a while, just staring at the unlit Christmas tree, and the snow lightly falling from the sky.

“Feng Xin, why did you ask me to come?”

“I told you already, Xie Lian and Crimson Rain couldn’t make it, so they gave the ticket to me and since no one else was free, i asked you.”

“Oh…”

More silence.

“Feng Xin, is this a date?” he asks him, eyes wide with hope.

“I mean, if you want it to be.” Feng Xin whispers, staring into those beautiful black eyes, reflecting the Christmas lights around them.

“Yeah, yeah i do.” Mu Qing moves in, and the lights around them softly illuminate him, reflecting off his silky black hair and making him look even prettier than he did at the ice rink.

“Then uh… wanna-”

He doesn’t even have to finish that sentence before Mu Qing dives in.

Feng Xin’s brain short circuits at that. He’d’ve never imagined that this would happen, much less for Mu Qing to initiate the kiss. He ia frozen in shock for a few seconds, but relaxes and melts into the kiss.

When they finally break apart, Mu Qing’s face is red as a beet and Feng Xin is at a loss for words.

“Wow…” Feng Xin says. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Mu Qing mutters, trying to get rid of the deep red blush that’s taking over his face. “That wasn’t so bad.” he gives up on trying to get the blush to disappear and just smiles at Feng Xin.

That sight makes Feng Xin’s heart do somersaults.

“Hey Mu Qing.”

“Hm?”

“I’m so glad that you agreed to come with me tonight,” he takes a deep breath. “So, would you like to be my boyfriend?”

Mu Qing’s breath hitches and it takes him a couple moments before he answers.

“Yes, yes I would.”

Feng Xin dives in for another kiss, and the Christmas tree lights up behind them.

End notes:

Feng Xin, calling Xie Lian after the Christmas Market: holy shit. I went to the Market with Mu Qing and we did a lot of cool stuff and we kissed and I asked him to be my boyfriend and I think I love him?

Xie Lian, who has known for years and gave him the ticket to the Christmas Market just to get him and Mu Qing on a date:

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Hey, folks. Thanks for reading this fic of mine, and I hope y'all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Errors will be fixed when I feel like it... eventually, which is never.

Link to the AO3 fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43860684

I see you.

You see me.

We all lost our sanity.

With a snap, crack, bloody splat.

Give the dog the bones.

The eldritch horror won't leave me alone.

Kara is silent. lena isn't sure that she has ever seen her friend like this. Not going about something she saw in the park, or the dog that the nice lady in the park had let her pet.

No, just silent.

Like the kryptonian is too scared to say anything. Like she is trying to make herself appear smaller, as if the dim light of the tower could just make her disappear. She's standing between her friends and her, surprisingly live father. The young reporter has every reason to be happy, and yet...

When Lena meets her best friend later, alone and with calmed nerves, she asks: "Is everything okay?"

And Kara barely even looks at her. The once brightly shining blue eyes filled with dread and a sensation of grieve that Lena had never seen before.

"No." Not just Kara is trying to be small, her voice can almost be counted as a whisper, barely audible.

"I saw what could happen, and I am terrified that all those things", she spits out the last word with disgust written on her face. "-could come true."

Kara finally looks at Lena. "I can't lose my family. Not Alex, not J'onn. No one. Especialy not you!"

And the young Luthor does the only thing that comes to her mind. She stretches out her hand and takes Kara's slim but undeniably powerful one into her own.

"You won't lose me!"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Kara chuckles. For the first time since the kryptonian had entered the tower Lena can hear the sound she had missed so dearly. Her friends voice is raspy, and there is sadness to it, but it stil counts.

"A Luthor and a Super, who would have thought?"

Lena smiles and continues to draw circles onto Kara's hand while they fly back to earth.

"You know, I think this might just be the beginning."

And Kara nodds. "Definitely. The future is far ahead."

Waiting on the red string of fate

Tanya Denali x fem!reader

SUMMARY: a red string of fate for a vampire is a lot of waiting for the continuation of that string, one stops waiting to enjoy life and then the other end comes along looking for her, how will it go to learn the one you waited for stops waiting...

A/N: First attempt at ever writing a fic, so sorry if it's not great. I'm not good with timelines and it's been at least a good decade since I've read twilight, so if aspects of the story are inaccurate sorry, I only really wrote this cause the idea got stuck in my head and wouldn't stop until I wrote this out. Most of it's just how one would go about life with a red string of fate

Angst?-ish Idk

Don't really know how to end this story. Perhaps I'll make a part 2. Perhaps I won't idk

[update:I've got ideas on how to end this story now, prepare for multiple routes some angsty depending]

Masterlist

part 2

Part 3

Chapter 1: Waiting on the red string of fate

When Tanya was little, she'd stare at the unattached string blowing in the wind that sat on her finger.

A muted dull shade of red.

What did this mean? Did she just not have a soulmate in the world? were they gone before she had the chance to meet them?

Or perhaps they had yet to be born? That'd be quite an age difference between soulmates she'd think back then.

Now she was older, string still unattached, none of her questions were ever answered.

Unknowing to what it could mean with an unattached string all she could do was stare and wonder.

And then she was turned.

Her string was still the same after becoming a newborn, the yearning for a soulmate amplified but still her string was still cut off.

Traveling with Sasha and eventually obtaining her sister's Kate and Irina, all was fine as they went about their immortal lives.

Her sisters like her and Sasha all had strings detached from any potential mate and they truly understood eachother in this aspect, it brought them just a little closer to know they were the same in this way,

And then the immortal child incident happened. As much as Tanya wanted to just break down she knew she had to step up as the leader of the coven now as the first bitten, her sisters needed her.

But the pain from the loss of Sasha grew within the coven, the world seemed cruel from at first the lack of a mate to now the loss of their mother.

Eventually, Tanya had chosen to do something to deal with it all, seeking out pleasure with others after hearing some info.

Over time and over centuries having heard from other vampires that they met on their travels, those that eventually found their mate, the chances of this happening could take centuries for some and others said that fate had brought their mate to them. With the grief and desire for connection in that moment and not wanting to wait, Tanya and her sisters decided why not seek out some fun whilst waiting who knows how long. So they went about seeking out humans who rather didn't seem to care about the concepts of waiting for a fated soulmate, those people who chose looking for connection right there, right then, rather than who knows how long. Their encounters with their prey lead to the succubus legend forming, not that they cared.

Some centuries later the sisters had desired something more with the mortals rather than immediately feeding off them after their one night stands, a little more of the connection they seek from the yearning and desire for their mate that they had yet to believe were here, judging from their still unattached strings.

Seeking some type of solution to their issue of the need to feed Tanya went off to sate her desire on the blood of the forest animals nearby, finding it working well enough to continue their dynamic with the humans. So then their little group slowly transitioned over to animal blood.

Over time, they met many others on their travels, eventually a mated couple tied together, curious of their diet decided on joining their little family.

Eventually time passed and within the 1700s Kate was the first to realize her string lead off somewhere, her chosen had finally come about.

The first in their little family (besides carmen and eleazar) the sisters happy for her, their small group decided to go off trying to find where Kate's match could be, only to find the string leading off into the ocean. Figuring they were on another continent they chose to depart their old homeland they'd been on for centuries and set sail off to a new place, who knows what they would find whilst boarding a boat for America.

On their travels avoiding the conflict happening and looking for Kate's mate, which yielded no results no matter where they looked the 1700s eventually transitioned over to the 1800s and Kate could only feel her hope dwindling, their little family did their best to comfort her but knowing mortal lifespans and with that war that happened who knows what could have happened to kate's mate's fate. The sisters did their best to comfort her in her downcast mood. Eventually she stopped in her looking, not everyone met their fated and she had so hoped she would meet them before their mortal lifespan ran out, hoping that giving up the search the fates will bring whoever they are to her, the century passed and it wasn't like her mates thread showed any sign of potentially ending which gave Kate enough hope. For then Kate continued her life, one day she'll find her mate she thought to herself.

Through the land they traveled they eventually craved a more permanent residence, some place to eventually call home. After such searches being resultless, slowly ending up on their way to the west coast around the 1900s they come across another group of vampires, surprised at the fact their groups shared a vegetarian diet they decided on traveling together for a while. Tanya's eye catching the brooding loner of the group, one much like her and her sisters with no mate attached yet, her interest in him peaked when he showed disinterest, a challenge in her mind, though her attempts to form some sort of connection with him went nowhere and lead to inevitable rejection which frustrated her.

Eventually parting ways Tanya's group decide to head where the Cullen's had come from, Denali, Alaska.

Here Tanya decided it would be an okay place to settle down and call it their home for a good while, and so that's where they stayed and where the Denali coven was born.

Pov change: Her fated

Sometime in the 2000s

As a little girl you had always wondered who could be your soulmate, your parents said they were already in the world somewhere when you were born with the string around your little finger.

You couldn't help but wonder how old were they? A couple months? A year older? Were they waiting for you too? as you were waiting for them, you played with the vibrant red string. Imagining what kind of person they could be when you grew up.

You couldn't help but push aside the desire of teenage crushes as you grew, a hopeless romantic at heart after reading too many stories of how people meet their fated and the magical feeling of finally meeting your destined. Was it too hopeful? Probably, but who cares? Not you at the time.

At the age of 20, that summer you chose to take a gap year at your university to travel, hopeful in seeking your destined. Filled with hope that maybe they too were looking for you, how naive you were then you think when looking back.

Your string had lead you far from home, leading you outside of a club in a randoom city in Alaska. Heading inside and following the string with your eyes you couldn't help but feel out of place, heart pounding rapidly whether from the adrenaline of finally meeting "the one" or the anxiety of the atmosphere of the nightclub and the amount of people here which was not your scene.

As your eyes trailed after the string, you eventually see it lead to a hand, what you hoped vs what you saw broke your heart.

For there your red string lead to a hand that cupped another person's face as your soulmate kissed someone else. In your eyes from what you could see of her, she was beautiful. It felt like a dream to see her for the first time, but that which quickly soured to what she was doing.

She hadn't seen you but you saw her and couldn't help but stagger back.

You didn't know how to feel in that moment, you came in hopeful and now you were faced with heartbreak.

You had known not everyone in the world was like you and how some people chose not to wait, testing out relationships with other people rather than hoping the fates just dropped your destined in your lap, but from the relationships around you in your life, of your friends finding their matches to the fictional stories that you read, you couldn't help but hope for the same. But here reality decided to tie you to someone you guess didn't want to wait, and that just broke your heart a little more.

Perhaps she was the kind that didn't care for wanting a soulmate, perhaps she was in a relationship with whoever she was kissing.

Broken spirited, you turned to leave not wanting to be seen, going unnoticed by the one you had went to seek out. Perhaps you shouldn't have gone looking for her your thoughts suggested. Rushing out leaving the nightclub door swinging shut in your rush. Tears blurred your eyes as you felt like you forgot how to breathe.

Perhaps soulmates aren't worth looking for you thought as you wanted to get as far away from the cause of the pain in your heart as you could. Perhaps you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up, perhaps you shouldn't have hoped at all.

You rushed off thinking you still had all of the year to just travel and try to mend what's left of your broken heart.

Tanya's POV

It's been over a millenia at this point since her turn and over time she had subconsciously avoided ever looking at her string anymore, it's always been the same, unattached to anything. What's the point of checking? Some internal part of her couldn't help but still feel the yearning though for "the one", but her life was going good right now, they'd settled in Denali, they kept in touch with the Cullen's, occasionally Kate would venture off in search of her mate with no luck, but her string had shown no sign that her mate had fallen to the fate of a tragic mortal end so clearly something was up and she was hopeful.

It was one night at a club when things changed though, Tanya was working her way on getting with this person she just met, kissing them, but then she felt something. She tried to ignore it, but eventually she couldn't as the feeling reared its ugly head as she pushed the person away. Confusion wracked her mind as she tried to understand why she felt like so. Deciding to call it a night despite not being able to sleep she left the confused person with an apology on her lips.

The night passed and then more days and nights after followed but the same sensation would not leave her, why did she feel like her world was ending? Why did she feel something was horribly wrong.

In her pondering state in the living room,

Irina enters having returned from feeding and notices her sister's face, brows furrowed as she pouts. Clearly getting the sign that Tanya was off, she then notices her sister's string, it was no longer unattached, but she had noticed this before and just assumed Tanya knew already and chose to ignore it.

Perhaps her sister was considering going off to find her mate? Always an option and it has been a sufficient amount of time since its first appearance adoning her sisters finger, so she bring it up to her.

Tanya is broken from her concentration over her confused emotions to the sound of Irina voicing a question. Looking up at her she asks "what?" Before asking her to repeat what she said, and Irina asks again, "do you think you'll go look for your mate?"...silence, "my mate?" Confusion evident in her voice as she looks down at her hand, where there once was an unattached dull thread she had grown used looking at and then ignoring, now holds a vibrant red string connected to her finger. Trailing off to who knows where, realizing her mate was finally, finally in her life, all she could mutter was "oh....." before a wave of surprise hits her and she blurts out, "I have a mate,"

"Yeah? It's been a couple of years now? Perhaps a decade maybe two?" Irina said confused "did you not realize your string was suddenly leading off somewhere?"

Tanya couldn't help but feel embarrassed,

Her mate's been around for years and she hadn't realized. She realized her mate is out there and she can finally go meet the fated one she's always wondered about. Who they might be and how perfect they might be together.

The coven leader decides then and there that yes she would go find her mate.

Unknown to her the broken heart of her fated sat on the other end of the string.

(Maybe part 2)

I want to look back at this someday

05/26/2019

Sometimes you find yourself in place where you think life is actually okay. And sometimes those times only last for moments so you want to write them (or type them) somewhere. That feeling when you realize you have been given a group of people who will be there for you no matter what. When you notice that even after two years you can look back and say, "I still trust you and care about you." That feeling is something that is precious. And even in the moment that you are feeling hopeless you know that there are people or at least one person you know would care. I have been given the privilege to have friends that I can trust no matter what. And even though there are ups and downs and I grow upset from time to time. I. Love. Them. And would do anything for them, within reason. There are three people that I truly hold close to my heart and hopefully will continue to do so. They are my "squad" and I'd like to stand by that statement for years to come.

Update: It is November 27th, 2020 and I found this in my drafts. And while, yes, I still love and appreciate my friends...why the hell did I write this and why was I sad??? Like I CANNOT remember what was happening at this point of my life.

Why did my past self put these tasks on my calendar-

Objectober #21 - Relationship

I've waited all month for this 😈

Time for a major info dump about my Yangloon au!!!

1 - (edit)my au takes place either between s2 and s3 or season 3 never happened I can't decide

2 - Final s2 contestants are at the hotel (Suitcase shares a room with Balloon, her and nickel switched rooms with each other)

3 - Yin & Yang are separated

4 - Their relationship dynamics are

Hip Hip Hooray! x Let's Fucking Go!

Most beautiful eyes you've ever seen x Staring straight into your soul

Awkwardly cute couple

5 - Yang gets less chaotic as they spend time together, while Balloon gets more confident (and a bit sassy >:))

6 - Only Yin, Suitcase, & Paintbrush (maybe a few others but idk) know about their relationship

7 - their nicknames:

For Balloon:

Looney (that was a given)

Honeybee

Shorty

For Yang:

Tough guy

Honey badger

Rockstar

8 (most important) - Balloon is a visual artist (edit: he's still into poetry as well) & Yang is a musical artist (he plays guitar)

Thanks for reading this if you did, bye-bye 😊

I finally finished the first part of my fic

I still have no idea what I’m doing

It hasn’t been edited by anyone yet

Toshinori should have known he would catch something from his students. It was the height of flu season and All Might had already seen many of the kids be forced to go home due to illness. Yet when Toshinori woke up one morning feeling with his muscles aching like he had spent more time as the symbol of peace than should have, and a slight sore throat, he just brushed it off as a normal bad day. He was fine, he definitely wasn't coming down with something, he was all might, and All Might didn't get sick. At least that’s what he told himself.

By the time Toshinori had returned to his apartment that night, all of his symptoms hadn’t gone away, but he assumed that they would go away with a good night's sleep.

Because he wasn't sick.

It was nothing.

He was fine.

All might realized that maybe he wasn't as fine as he thought when he'd woken up the next morning feeling just as bad as the day before but with the added problem that the it felt like the world had turned its AC on. But unfortunately the world of a hero didn’t stop just because one felt a bit off, and even though Toshinori was technically retired, pushing through bad days was basically his first response. And because he was retired, Toshinori placed his job of educating the next generation of heroes above his own health, because teaching was his only job now and that was more important to him than resting.

It took all might a while to realize that maybe coming in to work was not the best idea he'd ever had. It's wasn't just that his journey to UA felt about twice as long and definitely more painful than it probably should have. It wasn't his sudden inability to talk for more than two minutes without feeling like coughing up a lung. It wasn't even just the fact that he was slightly colder than he should have been. All of those he could brush off as just slightly more elevated versions of what he normally dealt with.

No, the thing that made all might start to realize he probably should be at home and made it hard to concentrate was the fact pretty much everyone, even his coworkers who knew about his usual health issues, had asked if he was ok. Even Aizawa, who Toshinori didn't expect to care. However despite the concern and the recommendations to see Recovery Girl, Toshinori stubbornly stayed at UA for the remainder of the day.

Because he’d fine.

He could deal with whatever this was was without bothering people.

He was sure.

All Might was less sure by the time he got back to his apartment at the dorms. The headache that had started around the middle of the day, had gotten worse to the point where it now felt like young Midoryia had decided to use his brain and inside of his skull as punching bag to practice smashes on.

He’d just set down his bag of papers that he needed to grade when his breathing hitched and he started coughing. He couldn’t even count the number of coughing fits he’d had that day. However this one felt much harsher than the previous ones, and it just kept going. He was vaguely aware that blood was going everywhere but at this moment his main concern was regaining his ability to breathe correctly . It took a while before his single lung stopped trying to make an appearance, and when it did finally stop, Toshinori was light-headed from lack of oxygen and black spots were dancing in his vision.

He was somewhat aware of the floor rushing up to his face before he blacked out.

Shy By Day Wild By Night

(NSFW) Shy By Day Wild By Night (Camboy Hybrid Cow Male Reader x College Student Wolf Hybrid Jeon Jungkook )

You are a college student doing things that could help you pay for your things. You work as a Camboy on this website called Starz Cam and you are pretty famous. Going to class a Wolf Hybrid named Jeon Jungkook knocks you over making you start a cute friendship.

Or

I just wanted to write porn of something. I don't know you don't have to read if you are uncomfortable.

P0rn with Plot

read the tags first 

i dont even know if i should post this here  i might take it down idk 

3,975 words good luck 

i am going to hell for sure 

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Starz Cam is one of the number one websites to find hybrid porn. Despite there being other famous sites, Starz Cam always remains in the top five of the list. A survey anonymously done showed that six out of ten people and hybrid chose Starz Cam from the regular sites. 

In Starz Cam, you can find a wide range from solo action to prey and predator action. You also join in the live cam and watch your favorite hybrid in action. Each month a Starz Cam star is put up on the favorites' list, indicating that people like their content. You were always on the top. You had a big fan base that loves the content you put up.

Sometimes you dont have to do anything for your supporter to donate money to you. Just talk about your day, maybe something spicy in your like or disiers people, and hybrid still love your content. You first started when you were eighteen. As a college student, you felt like working in a convenience store was something you couldn't do, especially with the minimum wage they paid. You need something that could help you pay for your college, and more so, when you stumble across a comment on Fumblr about Starz Cam, you jump on the train. 

At first, you were recording when your roommate, a chicken hybrid, would leave and recorded for an hour or so with simple things like masturbation. You had a small audience at the moment, which would give you tips of 20$ to 80$ dollars slowly, you started to save that money to get a better rental apartment near the college which was expensive but worth it.

You were a rare hybrid while your father was a bull and your mother being a cow. Your parents were convinced you would be a bull, but at the age of sixteen, they saw who you had developed small breasts. The two of them were surprised and kicked you out because they did not want a son who could become pregnant. You left to seek out shelter with your loveling aunt, who took you under her care. She supported you until you had enough money to go to college and move to a small apartment.

 Your body type is curvy and thick, which appeals to your viewer as a blessing and a curse. A blessing because when you were on live, everyone watched you and worshiped your body, making comments like,

 "Baby boy, your body is gorgeous."

"I would love for you to sit on my face and squish the life out of me."

"Your skin is amazing. What do you use to make your skin silky?"

"Your breasts are bigger than mine. I wish I had your size."

Sure, all the comments brought joy to you, but you were just another disappointment and another body to shame when you were out in the real world. In reality, you had nobody that would pick up in your downfalls.

You were fixing your pants and your shirt before you grab your backpack. You had classes. You were glad that you had finished all your work during the week before. That way, you were left with time during the weekend to record your lives. You locked your door and started walking toward your destination. You did not dislike the way you look, gosh no, but something built like this maybe you wonder if being muscular would have more benefit.

You were deep in your thought walking on the sidewalk that you didn't realize a tall, muscular wolf hybrid was running into you. You had squeal and painfully landed on your butt. In pain, you had let a few groans and moans of pain. "I am so sorry, Miss! I don't mean to run into you. I was in a rush to my class." The male pleading for forgiveness scrambled to pick up your thing and his.

You had pain tears on the corner of your eyes but quickly wiped them away with your oversized sweater. "Dont worry about it. I should have stepped out and stop daydreaming too much. You opened your eyes and saw a wolf hybrid kneeling in front of you with worried eyes. 

A blush crept up on your cheeks shyly. You started to push yourself from the floor, but before you could do anything, the wold hybrid had offered his hand for support which you took with kindness. 

A quiet 'thank you' escaped your lips show gratitude for the help the hybrid was giving you. Once you were up, you notice the wolf hybrid did not release your hand, making the situation a bit awkward on your part. "Jungkook." The hybrid said out of the blue. You were surprised your eyes widen. "Im sorry, what?" You replied.

The strange hybrid panic and release your hand from his hold. He had cleared his throat and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. "I meant to say My name is Jeon Jungkook. You can call me Jungkook." His voice sent a spark through your body. It somehow made you feel a bit aroused by his smooth voice. You felt a new craving for the Wolf hybrid named Jungkook, wanting to be pinned by him. No (M/n), we are not going to take that dirt road. You dont even know the poor guy. 

"Ah um hello Jungkook my name is (L/N) (M/N). Um, It's fine. I was heading to my class too (Class name)." You replied, looking up and studying Jungkook's posture. He was tall, strong and his arms were decorated with ink. It made you want to explore more of his body. You wanted to know if he had any more under his body.  Holding back any moos or moan from escaping, you looked at your apple watch and gasp.

"I'll be late if I dont go now." You whispered to yourself.

"Well, We can go together. We have the same class, so we are kinda both running late now." Jungkook said and took hold of your hand, and both of you ran to your class.

Each day had passed by, and you two had both grown a bit closer, waiting for each other or you tutoring him in the library. It was nice to have somebody who did not judge you for being a male with cow features. 

=

Today you were sitting out on the grass doing some of your work. It was nice outside. The sun was shining with a cold breeze to keep you from shedding any sweat. "The study of the theo-" Interrupted by a voice who would always bring you insecurities made you sighed in annoyance. 

"What do you want, Jessi? Can't you stop bothering me?" You said tiredly you just wanted one day without Jessi or her little group messing with you.

"Why, little piggy, if you stop being so fat or maybe a regular bull, perhaps I would stop reminding you how nobody could ever love somebody so disgusting like you. You are just another dumb cow. Nobody likes you. I dont know how that wolf can hang out with you without the need to throw up. You are a disgrace for any cow hybrid in the world. You dont live up to the expectation your milk might as well be spoil because all that you are is rotten meat. " 

You had stuffed your books inside and bit your lips, holding back the treat that threatens to fall. A lump was resting on your throat, making it hard to swallow. You just wanted to live your life without any reminder of your suffering. 

"I think that is why mommy and daddy kicked you out because you were a mistake." Jessi grinned her cat-like smile and left laughing hard.  You wanted to run back to your home to your safe space. The only place that would remind you of the success and barrier you have overcome.

"(M/N)!" That voice.

"(M/N)!" Jungkook, your friend. The only real friend that has been there for you just as you have been there for him. The wolf hybrid stood in front of you, panting, looking into your eyes, but you adverted your eyes to the ground. 

"(M/-. are you crying? Who hurt you?" He slowly stepped closer toward your gloomy body lifting your chin up, studying your painful expression. " Dont worry about me, Kookie. Im fine, just a bit tired. I remembered something at my apartment that I forgot to bring." The lie sounded more like a question than a factual statement. Jungkook wanted to push you in to tell him, but he did not want to bring more pain, so he just nodded his head.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" Jungkook asked softly, whining at the idea of leaving you in pain and not know what to do to make you feel better.  

"No. No, it's fine. It's not far away from here. I just need to get home. I am tired. Um, ill send you my notes later." You said, walking around Junkook and heading toward your home.  

Jungkook's ears and tail dropped with his sad emotion. He wanted to comfort you and hold you. He never dared to do so. He was too shy and scared that he would break you. You were so beautiful in his eyes, shy and delicate you eyes always held a mix of emotions, and you face the only sun that he would let him burn. So watching you leave in this state hurt him. He had seen the interaction but was far away to hear the conversation. 

He was quick in his action and rush to look for the cat hybrid Jessi. He needed an answer to finger out why his adorable cow was in such deep pain. 

He turned corners and hallways to find the cat hybrid who was coming out of the bathroom. Jungkook had a scary look the hybrid that was in his view would scatter away from him, hoping that they were not what he was looking for. 

"Jessi, You stupid cat, what the hell did you do to (M/N)?!" Jungkook snarl at the cat, who was smirking.

"Oh, the strong, sexy wolf came for me and not the stupid make-believe cow—such a poser. You need a strong-headed woman like me, not a fat male with fake teats." The word that was coming from her mouth made him angrier, growling louder and louder he punched the door for the women's bathroom and left a hole. 

"You wanna talk shit about my lovely cow? You got another thing coming, you fake cat. Look at you if anything. You are the cow here filler everywhere just to look like one. (M/N)'s body is natural and gorgeous. I would much rather breed him and a fake cat who doesn't accept herself by trying to have a cow's body." Jungkook said, taking Jessi by surprise.

"So you rather had a male cow who is a slut than me, a wealthy and popular woman with real status?" She hissed back 

"If it's money, no, I dont care if it is about being a woman, dear. I go where meat is good and thick. Clearly, you did not pass my standards. If anything, you are the slut here. How many have you let people or hybrid bed you? Around ten, twenty? Half of the campus? You're the slut who can't have a happy life, and the only thing that can keep you in place is a dick down your throat. You better find another dick because I dont want mine to get infected with your fluids." Jungkook pushed passes the cat hybrid, which was stunted and left with no word.

=

Curled up inside your small nest of security, you had little sob left from your session. You know you had your viewer who loves your content and worried about you. They sent you gifts and cute letters to keep you motivated, but when somebody from the real world said things like that, you feel nothing. 

"Just a fake cow. A mistake disowned by your birth givers. Nobody could really love you, could they?" You sighed, playing with a small ring that your aunt had given you for your eighteen birthday. It was special. You pushed your face on the soft pillow letting the created darkness consume your mind, slowly giving in to the sleep. 

About four hours had passed by when your alarm waked you up. The annoying note on your phone said, ' Go live today.' You groan but peel away from your bedsheet from your body, slowly walking toward your bathroom and taking a shower. If you were going to stream, you needed to look nice and clean.

When your skin was nice and shiny, you put on a lotion that left your body smelling good and with tiny sparkles that reflected from the light. Today you put on a lace bralette champagne color with a lovely silky thong that covered your frontal manhood also champagne colored. You've curled up your light brown hair and put on a bit of blush and liner, and lastly, to finish the whole outfit, you with an old Hollywood feather rob champagne on the outside and black on the inside. It made you feel powerful, almost as if you were in one of those dramas where the mistress had killed her husband, and now she is grieving for him. You added the last top that was your red lipstick with gloss.

You went to your other room, where you had your computer, camera, and lighting set up with a bed. The room was decorated well for a mood-setting. You sat on your Texan king-size bed that had a lot of pillows. The bedframe was an ottoman style. You turned on the camera and sat there waiting for your viewer to pop in. which didn't take long. You went to get various toys like vibrators, cuffs, a knotting dildo, and a regular dildo to suck on.

"Hey! Guy, welcome everyone lets just wait a couple of minutes before we start." You smiled and sat on the bed, your ear twitching with excitement. You started reading some of the comment that made you heart swell. 

"You look so pretty today, Mooy!"

"OH shit, we are getting the knotting dildo?! Who hurt you?!"

"Aww, Mooy, can you handle all that?"

"I love you content love from Germany!"

The comments full of support and love and money ~

You giggled and let a moo out, making the chat go wild. 

"Today was a bit of a rough day, but I want to focus on us Today. I dont want to think about the things I heard Today because they truly hurt. I have this friend, and he cares so much about me, but I am scared to show what I love to do. You guys always motivate me to keep on going and making you milt makes me milt, and we are all happy."

 You smiled and played some games with your viewer for a while smiling they were making you feel better even if they are there to see one thing they care about you well being and state of mind.

=

That night Jungkook was at his solitary dorm. He was still worried about you till no end. How could a lovely person like yourself be put in humiliation and shame by a faker? He hated how he couldn't help you and how you wouldn't open up to him. Let him in. He wanted to be more than a friend with you. No matter what, he would be there for you.  

Jungkook's focus shifted to his phone that had ding alerting him of a new message. He reached for his phone and opened the message.

"Hey! Wild puppy, I have something that would keep your lonely life entertained while you look for the perfect one. Starz Cam/Live/ BabyMooy/play.  Click the link, and you will be in for a night. He is amazing."

-Taehyung 6:30 pm

"Hyung, you know I am not into these things."

-Jungkook 6:32 pm

"Just try it! Use a computer better! You will thank me later, my friend!"

-Taehyung 6:40 pm 

Jungkook tossed aside his phone and sighed, leaning back on his bed frame. He wasn't one to watch things like that, even if it was very popular. Jungkook had big respect for the hybrid that would display their body like that, and if we look at it as a job, it paid more than a medical or lawyer. So, in reality, they made good money.

Jungkook, in his mental debate, concluded that he would check out what was so interesting that his friend from online had to send him one of his main Starz Cam stars.

"I hope this is not a waste of time."  He walked toward his gaming room, where his PC rest, and started typing the link on the PC. 

Waiting for the page to load, his eyes widen when he saw who was on screen, You. No, you couldn't be. Nothing wrong, but he never saw you like the type who would.  You looked so beautiful on screen. He wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked, but he could. He was just another viewer.

"Ok, I think maybe we should start! Hello, daddy, hi mommy! I hope that I can get the treat to cum tonight. I have been a good little cow, and I haven't touched myself since the last stream."

Jungkook lost at word how your personality shifted. It was terrific, like acting you had a role, and people in the steam were your audience watching for a show. Jungkook was conflicted more than ever if he should stay or go. a part of him wanted to give you the privacy of him, not find out, but the other part of him, the one that wanted you wanted to see.

Jungkook eyes scan the page and saw how many followers, about a million or so, which was amazing to him. He decided to stay and watch. 

"Thank you, mommy, for my allowance." You said, moaning softly while you caressed your neck and legs. 

Jungkook curious by what he heard allowance? His eyes landed on the tip jar. A cute tip jar animated with pastel lining and a sticker on it said 'Mooy's Allowance.' 

"Thank You, Daddy." 

Jungkook, click the jar icon and tap on it. There were options like 5, 10, 15, 20, and others. He gulped the lump he hand and clicked other, typing down a thousand dollars. He slowly pressed the tip icon and closed his eyes.

"Thank you, Daddy or Mommy, for the thousand dollars. I'll make sure to buy pretty close to wear just for you."

Jungkook sucked in the air. The word was directed to him. He was daddy in these cases, and he felt great with that title. He wanted to hear you call him daddy while you laid underneath him. He felt so turned on, and he wanted more. He decided to stay. 

=

You took off your robe slowly and teasingly know you had that effect on your viewer when you saw more jar tips coming in. 

You wish you could sit down and thank every tip they gave you put you needed to continue. You let the robe slip off your shoulder and squeeze your upper body on your teats, pushing them up. You moaned when you felt a bit of your liquid trickle down from your nobs.

"Should I milk myself while I fuck myself on the knotting dildo?" You checked the chat that had a fast response of yes.

Laying back on the bed, you opened your leg, showing your underwear. You opened your robe completely, offering your set, letting the compliment roll in. You roam your hand around your body, imagining your tall wolf hybrid friend doing so. You wanted to moan and moo his name out to the skies let everyone know that you belong to him.

"Can I touch myself?"

You asked the chat fill again with compliments on the set you had on and yeses. You started squeezing your teats; making steams of milk shoot out. Your manhood twitching, eager for some friction or touch.

Pushing down your thong, your leaking hole in display with your manhood, the coldness added to your sensitivity you had. You let your left hand tease your tight rim soft whine and cute cries. You wanted to be stuff with warm cum making you so full and craving for more. 

Your teats no unattended you coated your manhood with some of your slick and started slowly playing with your pink-headed member. "Am I a good cow, mommy? daddy?" 

More tips and comments, the chat was so entranced with your body and movements. It was funny to you because drama, sports, and maybe politics consumed this level of attention. You closed your eyes as you grabbed a pink vibrator for your manhood, clipping it on it and the dildo with the knot. 

"I wish you were here with me to show you how wet I am just for you."

You took in the dildo in your hand and opened your mouth, sucking on it, letting a few moans here and there to appease the chat. Once the dildo was wet enough, even if you didn't need it since the slick being produce was enough to help ease in any type of cock or object within reason. 

Sitting up, you had aline the dildo at your entrance showing your viewer with a cheeky smile. Slowly rubbing your entrance teasing the tip, and sinking yourself on the lengthy toy. A sharp inhale making you close your eyes when you felt the toy touch your inside, rolling your eyes when you felt that special spot inside touched. Jerking from the pleasure, you mewed in satisfaction.

"I wanna see stars tonight. Will you let me?"

After approval from your viewer, your breath hitches when you started sliding in and out of the toy biting your lips, letting your imagination of Jungkook's strong body touching you milking you, and teasing you. You licked your lips and clicked on the vibrator, letting it do its job.

=

Jungkook, on the other side of the screen he was mesmerized, his cock in hand as he follows each motion of your body as you sink in the toy. "Oh, baby boy." Jungkook, in the time he had concluded that he did not care if you were doing these lives. Heck, if he could ask, he would love to be in your lives with you giving you every ounce of love and care he could. 

Growling when he heard you moan every time you pushed yourself down on the toy sent him to the mon he wanted to be there giving you pleasure worshiping your body. Jungkook's movement picked up the rhythm when he saw how intense your body was taking both toys. 

He quickly takes off his shirt, leaving his muscular body and tattoos out hand never left his member as he kept on eye your body the glister with some many fluids. 

The minutes seem to fly by, becoming closer to an hour when you had vocalized that you were reaching your stars.

"m'cumming~! Jungkook!" 

Jungkook had milted. He had never had the pleasure of cumming so much as he did, but his attention was taken when he rewinds the last two word that left you mouth.

Like in shock, his mouth gasp, and his eyes widen in disbelief. You had moaned his name, and now you were left shaking in your bed, spasming from the overstimulation. A Knott inside pumping artificial seed and a vibration that wasn't turned off, making you cry more tears of pleasure. 

"Daddy~"

Ruthless Lovers

This request was done by @blackchocololigothic in Wattpad.

Paring: Male Reader Calico Cat Hybrid x Min Yoongi Panther Hybrid x Jung Hoseok Albino Tiger (Mates

AU: Hybrid / Mafia 

Synopsis: You were frustrated because it been a while since your mates had given you anything attention which lead to special playtime.

Warning: Prey/ predador dynamics, Mpreg, M/M/M threesome, a lot of body fluids, belly bulge. 

Posted: 04.10.2021

Words: 3,443

Time: 2:39 AM

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Tall or Small. Prey or Predator. Sub or Dominant. Yes or No.

In life, there is always an opposite for everything, just like you and your mates. You were a domesticated house cat hybrid while your mates were two wild cats. I am sorry I forgot to give you a bit of background. Your name is (M/N), and you are a five-foot-five rare male calico hybrid. You were pretty much a stay-at-home mate since the work that your two mates were rather dangerous. It did not bother you at all. You were always pampered with everything you needed in exchange for your unconditional love and loyalty. You never fail to make your mates happy your small gestures and actions made their cold stone heart melt with your unique beauty.

Now you might question who your mate is? It's actually mates. They are head of the famous 'Blue Reality' at first glance, the name doesn't make anybody tremble in fear, but you will understand once you get to meet them. The two go by the name AD and JH code for Agust D and J-Hope among the underworld. You, on the other hand, know them by Yoongi and Hoseok or baby.

Today you had woken up to nobody in bed while you knew work always called for them. You were bum about the little time you spent with them these days. You sighed, peeling the covers off, and left to do your morning routine in that while in the lavatory. You had time to think about the times you missed with your mates.

The strong scent of your mates lingers in the air, a bit dull, meaning they had left a long time ago. The situation always made you mad if they were out killing and dealing with shit. Why can't they tell their second in hand to take care of it for one day?  Namjoon was smart enough to deal with the mess for one day. You haven't had your daily dose of pets, love, and manhandling.

If something you love more than spending time cuddled up in your mates is being stuffed full with their love juices. You love the way your tummy would swell and feel warm with it. An idea pops into your head while looking in your walking closet. You wanted to bring enough attention to yourself but still appeared innocent to you took out a short fuzzy bodysuit with easy access to a zipper. You grab a cute baby blue lingerie that was comfortable to use thought the day.

Moving on, you did your hair with a few curls and putting on a light lip tint. Now you look like you modest enough but available for anything. Throughout the day, you had laid on the oversized ottoman while watching tv, grooming your tail and ears unconsciously. Even if you were bored out of your mind, you wanted to stay put, so just pass so the time you decided to take a catnap.

-

Yoongi and Hoseok stood inside an office room, pacing around in frustration while their loyal henchmen watched nervously. " You mean to tell me that three hundred kilos of drugs just suddenly disapprove in a blink of an eye?" Hoseok started to smile in frustration while Yoongi glared at the men. "Sirs, we are just as surprised as you are. We were checking the warehouse and recounting before it was out for delivery when we found out one of the cargo wasn't there. We could only assume that somebody broke in without activating the alarm." The bulky bull hybrid said.

Yoongi looked at Namjoon, an unsaid conversation which leads to the henchmen leaving with Namjoon to investigate furthermore before one of them lost it and turned white walls into red. Silence consumed the two dominant predators. Hoseok's eye blows with anger while Yoongi continuously stares at nothing. " Do you think that is its the Red flower?" Yoongi asked, his tail moving to show his displeasure and annoyance from the situation.

" For now, we could only assume," Hoseok replied, sighing and slipping his fingers through his hair. Yoongi pushed his body away from the wall he was leaning on and wrapped his arm around his mate. " We will find them and kill them. It's only fair they steal something that is your we take something that belongs to them." Yoongi mumbled while kissing Hoseok's neck. The Albion tiger head leans back, sighing at the planted kisses from his panter mate. They didn't display any affection outside their home, but the touch was a simple way to calm down one another when things like this occurred.

"You know we can finish here or go back home with our pretty kitten. I think we have neglected him long enough the poor kit is touched starved." Hoseok said with a smile looking at Yoongis golden eyes that held lust in them.

In the past week, none of them had time to indulge in their wild behaviors as they should, but work always called them. " I do miss my kit. Let's go home." With that reply, the two felines packed everything up and left. On the way home, the air between the two became potent with the release of pheromones and long-hidden lust.

-

The sound of a combination code was input in the door, followed by a click indicating that the two males had entered their home.  As the two male took off their shoes by the door, putting them in the closet, You had started to wake up. Moaning and shifting from your sleepy position, you slowly blinked. Your ears laid in a resting position giving you this adorable pudgy look that your mates love Hoseok coo and Yoongi emitted a loud chirping sound, happy to see his kitten well-rested.

Hoseok cradled your small form in his thick arms and graced you with a rain of loving licks. You mewed and pressed yourself toward his neck, rubbing yourself with his blueberry with sandalwood scent. Yoongi sat next to Hoseok and started giving you the same affection that Hoseok had done. " Hobi, Yoonie, your home. I missed you." You cried out with sad mew and tiny nibbles on Yoongi neck.

"We missed you to kitten. We had a mishap which required our attention." Hoseok petted your head with tender scratches. While you love the action, it still didn't justify the fact that they can't even spend time with you even more at least wake up with you in bed together. You scent dulled in sourness that made both male alert.

"You always have things that require your attention. Am I not enough requirement of attention? Am I at the bottom of the list of priorities of attention?" You hissed lightly, slowly climbing out of the two predators' arms. Now there is something different in the relationship while Hoseok and Yoongi were solitary animals that don't need attention every day. You were a domesticated animal that needed attention regularly to live happily and satisfied.

"Kitten, you know it's not like that we love you and give you attention but work calls, and we need to tend to it." Hoseok tried reasoning with you, but you, as stubborn as your mother, hissed at him. " Maybe I should find another man that can provide me with their unlimited attention." You knew the words would trigger a feral and possessiveness from the two, but you were just itching for it. You love the thrill of the chase.

"Now, kitten, you dont mean that, right?"Yoongi hardens his glare. His question wasn't a question. It was more of a ' repeat what you said again. I dare you. ' Hoseok hunched at the edge of his seat, just waiting for you to say anything that could get your bratty ass in trouble. Your eyes slowly started to dilate along with your tail whipping side to the side, ready to take off if needed.

"I said what I said. Take it how it is, you big kitties. You guys are too busy with work for all I know. You guys can be fucking each other and leaving me out of everything."

Hoseok hissed along with Yoongi at your word. Both males stood quick ad you took off running away from the two. Now, this is the part where it becomes exciting while you were running for your life your mates were threatening and growl while chasing after you.

You were committed to this happening, and truth be told, you were a bit scared but never the less excited. When you finally lost them by hiding in a small area in the closet, you had shifted to fit in. Yoongi and Hoseok shifted in their form, sniffing and looking around for you.

The two regroup in front of the room that had your strong scent lingering with the delicious wet, slick dripping from your hole. The panter looked at the tiger, mind linking each other to agree that you had to be in the closet. Pushing the door with their big heads, the two let out loud growls that made you shake.

You watched as the two gigantic cats pace around the closet, almost like they were waiting for you to try and escape. Your crazy ass decided that you should make a run for it, and before you could set out into another chase, the panter had locked his teeth on the scruff of your neck, making you go completely limp.  The tiger started sniffing your furry body giving it a hungry lick but pulled away when the panter growled at him.

The two-plus, your limped unfunctional body, hanging in the mouth of your mate left to the den. Once inside the room, Hoseok shifted back and locked the door with a nice click. Yoongi carefully lay your body on the bed and shifted himself back. "You are a naughty kitten. Do you know what naughty kittens get? They get haunt by the big kitties that could eat them if they wanted to. " Yoongi said, watching how your body regain control as you shake off the feeling you shifted back.

You let a weak hiss but were quickly shut by Hoseok roughly cupping your tiny cocklet. Hoseok shoved his nose in thought fluffy hair, letting out a feral growl while Yoongi left bites on your neck. " You think you can go out of your way. Kitten needs to know his place and who he belongs to." Yoongi hissed, and you mew and whine with each harsh grope they gave you.

"Your pretty ass belongs to us. Your beautiful cocklet belongs to us; your body is for us to worship. Nobody is allowed to see you like this, only us." Hoseok said, letting his voice deepen with each belonging. You were falling deep in the realm you loved letting them do whatever they wanted with your body. You trusted them.

The panter ripped off the clothes you had on, making you shiver as their hand started to explore your body like it was the first time. A small gasp left your mouth when their finger brush on your perky and sensitive nipples. They love the small jerks you did when they teased you. It was easy for you to melt in their hands just by playing with your nipples.

"Aw, is baby sensitive? We are just getting started." The tiger's hard chest pressed against your back, letting you feel the warmth of his member inside his pants. " No." You stuttered as small huffs build up. Yoongi roughly grabbed your face by the jaw and made you look into his mesmerizing golden eyes. " I hope you those pretty lips are ready to be working," Yoongi smirked, undoing his pants and underwear showing his thick member drooling with pre-cum. Your eyes completely locked on it. Yoongi body was a treat to look at. Despite his deceiving appearance of being thin, he was god under your eyes. You happily comply, letting out a purr, giving him a kitten lick savoring the water down cum. Yoongi bites back a moan as he relaxed into the feeling. Hoseok, however, was having the time of his life teasing you dripping hole with his fingers. You squeal in surprise as you felt the tiger's long finger rubbing through your tight walls.

"Baby, your cute cock is begging for attention. Should I give it to you even if you were naughty?" Hoseok teased, slowing his movement. You started to whine and babble, praying that he got you to message you have been waiting to cum for a long time now. " You better not pull back from here, kitten, or you'll get punished even worst." Yoongi hissed as he carefully yet harshly grips your hair thrusting his hips deeper, hitting the back of your throat as you gagged before trying to relax your throat to swallow. Hoseok started to slap your bubbly ass watching it jiggle and slowly getting blotch.

His hands marking red on your ass Hoseok kneel opening your small ass cheeks seeing the perky hole trying to clench into something he smiles and stuff his face lapping away the sweet juices from your hole like a meal. Your eye rolled back, feeling the rough tiger tongue teasing your entrance and his finger working you up.

Yoongi inhales sharply as he pulls back from your mouth that was dripping with saliva, sweat, and pre-cum. " I am going to paint the inside of you, baby." He kissed your swollen lips. You moan at this point, your body going limp from Hoseok's tongue work.  Hoseok pulled back from you and smiled at Yoongi, who had an amused look " Baby taste amazing like always." Hoseok said, bringing the older into a kiss to let him taste your sweet juices.  Your eyes enjoying the sight of your two dominant mates loving each other, brought a warm smile.

The two predators sighed into the kiss and pulled back, looking down at their sweet mess. Yoongi pepper your face with kisses as he laid you on your back. You mew needily, pulling him into a kiss again as he positioning his red flushed thick member at your entrance. You are pleased with your eyes; making Yoongi chuckle and roll his eyes are your desperate form.

Now here is the thing about feline animals they have penile spines at the base of their member to help stimulate ovulation from the kit bare. Yoongi gave a quick and prominent thrust in your entrance your breath hitched. You howled at the feeling, but as quick as yoongi was, the feeling soon turns into the familiar pleasure feeling. " Yoongi, please fuck me." You repeated over sobs and whimpers, and Yoongi, pleased to see you in the state, comply with your wishes holding up your leg for better access as he thrust his rigid member in and out. Hoseok took this opportunity to capture your lips with his. You dug your sharp nails in Yoongi's arms with each hard thrust he gave you, moving your body along. The fluids either sticking or producing with your body the heavy scent of sex lingering in the room, stimulating the three of you even more.

Your whine and moans were pitching higher as the familiar pooling feeling started to tighten up. " Yoonie m'cumming!" Your mantra as your vision begun to flash black and white and your body was shaking while your back ached. Soon enough, yoongi had followed to his end with a loud feral growl giving three last hard thrusts and spilling his white material inside. His knees buckled as he was about to collapse Hoseok was quick to steady him before he fell on your body.

Sweat trickled down both of your body your mind still on cloud nine. Yoongi thick hot cum pumping in your warm cave, your slight belly lightly inflating from the hot cum. When Yoongi came back from his high, he leaned down and nuzzled your neck. You respond with purrs and licks. Yoongi finally recouped enough energy to pull out. He saw the way his hot seed pour out of your clenched hole and into the bedsheets.

Yoongi was pleased with his work giving you one last kiss as he moved away from your body. "I hope my kitten isn't too tired for me." Hoseok whine, but you nodded your head. You wanted him too. You wanted to be stuffed by both of them no matter what. You purred when you felt the presence of Hoseok's member. You wiggled your ass, encouraging the other to hurry up. While Yoongi was thick, Hoseok was lengthy with girth.

Hoseok not as rough as Yoogi. He eased himself in your slippery hole and sat you upon his bent legs. The tiger started slow, making you sigh in delight. "Hobi more." You whispered to Hoseok, picked up his thrusting movement giving three-light one and one hard his hip game was intense, leaving your mouth gaped open like a fish out of water and your head leaning on his chest.

"My baby boy is taking it so well. Is this what it took for kitten to play nice with his daddies?" Hoseok husked, panting, feeling the clench from your hole pulsing every thrust you loved when they spoke to you like this. It was a mixed thing.

"Daddy cum, please." You pled, but Hoseok pulled out and flipped your front to the bed, aching you back with his hand and smacking your ass again. He quickly slipped back in and made his thrust quick but hard fucking your brain out, your tail wildly moving around your ears fell back, and your eyes rolled back, and incoherent words and drool fell from your mouth.

"So good Ill stuff you with my kits and breed you to no end." Hoseok dirty word rang in your ears, helping you stimulation soon to crack into another climax. Shutting your eyes while tears fell, your mouth open a long silent moan leaving your body to shake, indicating you had reached your high again.  Hoseok chased right after, and with a final thrust, his body spasm. Shooting yet another hot load in your walls that were greedily taking. Your belly was expanding a bit more to make room for the new load.

Hoseok slowly pulled out from your overly stimulated site letting the dripping mixed cum out as your body quickly clenched up, closing away from letting anything else fall. Hoseok chuffed and chest rumble happy by your action. Yoongi came back with a warm wet towel and some Gatorade and snacks to feed you. Hoseok took the towel while kissing you, cleaning you up, and making sure you were ok.

"Kitten (N/N), are you ok? come back to us, baby." Yoongi said, rubbing your sweaty mop of hair, your eyes adjusting to your environment, slowly regaining awareness.  You nodded and slowly looked down to see your swollen belly full of cum purring in delight. You smiled at them.

"We should probably use the nesting bedroom and get a shower," Hoseok suggested, and Yoongi agreed. Hoseok scoop you up carefully and entering the bathroom, letting Yoongi turn the water to a refreshing temperature.

After washing away the body fluids from your body and their body, they dried you first and dressed you comfortably. Yoongi feed you small snacks and drinks while Hoseok rubbed your belly with care.

You were just a purring mess as your attention tank started to fill up with their love. " (M/N) we are sorry if we haven't been good mates in the affection and care department. I hope you can forgive us and let us make it up to you by going out sometime this week to eat dinner and treat you like the temple and diamond you are." Yoongi said, holding your hand and Hoseok holding your other hand.

You paused to let the information sink in were happy that they saw their wrong. " I think that soundly lovely. I am sorry I provoked you by threatening to find another man. You guys are the best mates anybody could ask. I was just so frustrated with the fact that even if you guys have a secondhand Namjoon and Jungkook, you guys still go, and I just felt like we weren't spending enough time like we use to. I love you guys so much. I hope that our new members also see how great you guys are." You said, looking down at your belly, know well enough that the amount of cum you been knock with was bound to conceive kits.

I headcannon that dipper and mabel are like scary or smth. Like these twins fought and survive demons and monsters in the span of their entire summer. Like imagine that some can't even look at them in the eyes, why? They don't know either, it's like they have a aura you know? A very dangerous aura, sure they might look harmless, but some people are quick to the lesson on why you should never mess with the twins