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rabbitsrams · 4 months

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I'm just leaving a request for when you get to it absolutely no rush but pls more lunch club schlatt im feral for him

absolutely anon <3 i love this sm!! will be about meeting him at a party the m*sfits (unfortunate) were hosting in los angeles circa early 2020 era <3

i've written a lot about lc schlatt a lot already but idgaf i love writing more <3333 this turned into a whole fic hehe

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

you were dragged along by a friend who was invited by their friend. because they had to go to a huge youtuber party and you weren't gonna let them go alone.

the house is HUGE, wasn't a surprise that you lost the group as soon as you went inside. you decide to wait by the drinks on the off-chance someone you know would show up. none of your friends did, but someone else did.

out of all the creators you watched who were at this party, you were a casual fan of jschlatt's content. you were around when he did a face reveal, shocked that he was this cute guy your age instead of a 45-year-old man (it's the voice, sue me).

even in the darkness, you recognized him. you were too stunned to say anything as he grabbed the only water bottle in the area.

"you, uh... you want anything?" he asks. that voice. that voice you've only heard through headphones was now two feet in front of you. you shake your head.

"i, uh, i don't feel comfortable getting drunk at a party where i don't know anyone." you say, looking down at your hands.

"fair enough. uh... ah fuck, i got the last water, 'm sorry."

"i-it's fine," you take a deep breath. "uh, a-are you jschlatt? your voice sounds really familiar."

he chuckles. "yeah..."

"oh wow," you laugh. "i knew it."

it's silent for a moment before schlatt pipes up again. "d'ya know anyone here?"

"i came with my friend, who is nowhere to be found. their friend apparently knows whoever is hosting and got us in."

"ah," he takes another sip of water. "you can't find your friend?"

you shake your head. "whatever. they'll only find me if they need a ride home. i don't care anymore." you grab a can of beer and walk away from the drink table, trying to find a quiet place to stay. schlatt follows you for a moment before taking you to his room upstairs.

it's a breath of fresh air. the music is muffled and schlatt's temporary room is spacious and (mostly) clean. he invites you to sit on the bed with him and you continue your conversation from earlier. he's actually a lot nicer than you expected him to be (considering his online persona). and he's even cuter in person.

soon enough you find yourself leaning in to kiss him. he's a bit nervous and doesn't kiss you back.

"sorry. i, uh, never kissed anyone before." he confesses.

"that's okay. i've only kissed one other person and it's been a while since that happened." you say. that makes him relax a little. he cups your cheek and leans in, hesitantly pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you pull him closer, moaning softly as you put your hands in his hair. he whines.

you pull away. schlatt's face is tinted red and hints of your lipstick are all over his lips. "i, uh, wow..." he murmurs. you smile, moving closer and straddling him. he's already rock-hard underneath you. "s-sorry..."

"oh my gosh, don't be, it's okay." you grind your hips down, feeling his dick twitch in his jeans.

"h-honey, please... 'm gonna... b-bust. w-wanna do it i-inside ya..." he whimpers. you nod, removing your dress and panties. he kicks his jeans and boxers off. he leans to the left, opens a drawer and takes out a condom.

"oh thank god, i was prepared to go out and ask for one," you giggle. schlatt doesn't respond, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him. you ease yourself inside him, and before you can start moving, he groans loudly.

"fuck, 'm so sorry."

"did you..."

"yeah."

"oh."

"w-wait, i don't wanna leave you hangin'," schlatt says. he helps you lay next to him. "can i touch you?"

"y-yes... please..." you whine. he coats his fingers with your wetness before slowly sliding them inside you. you clench around him, whining as he begins thrusting them in and out of you. he rubs your clit with his other hand and before long, you're coming all over his fingers.

"fuck, that was... so good..."

"yeah? it wasn't too, uh..."

"totally fine. uh, we can always do it again, dunno how long you'll be here but um... i can give you my number."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

after you both clean up and get dressed, you exchange phone numbers. the party is slowly dying down. your friend texts you that they don't need a ride so you leave. as you drive back, you get a message from schlatt, already eagerly asking for your next meeting.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fanfiction #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt smut #schlatt smut #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt imagine #schlatt fanfiction #schlatt fanfic #jschlatt fanfic

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luvjoshuahong · 1 month

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next door surprise - yjh

☆ featuring: next door neighbor!jeonghan x fem!reader ☆ tags: fluff. no kissing or anything just a cute birthday surprise and jeonghans confession ☆ wc: 674 ☆ a/n: happy birthday to @tangylemonade ! this fanfic is in response to this request you sent for your birthday<3 also not proofread at all and a little bad since im sick so i struggled writing this

your birthday is soon.

you always celebrate your birthday with your 3 close friends but this time they’re all traveling somewhere. not having any close family either, you decided to not celebrate at all.

drowning yourself in your school work for the weeks before your birthday seemed like a better idea. you often met your neighbor jeonghan in the library and you ended up telling him about your plans.

you and jeonghan had became good friends over time. as you live right next door to him, you both would go to school together.

you were outside one day looking around for something to eat when you got a message from jeonghan

han💫 hi ^^ sorry for the short notice but do you think i could stay in your guest room for a week? i had a pipe leak in my apartment and they said they need a week to fix it :(

y/n ☆ sure! i’ll clean it up when i get home and you can stay starting from tonight<3

han💫 thank you!!! you’re a life saver <3

as soon as you got home, you cleaned up your guest room and freshened up the guest bathroom. by the time you were finished, jeonghan knocked on your door with an overnight bag.

“thank you so much, i can’t explain how grateful i am that you let me stay”, jeonghan expressed as soon has he walked in.

“anytime! i never mind helping out my favorite neighbor”, you tell jeonghan while laughing and leading him to his room.

jeonghan sets his bags down and you leave letting him settle in. you show jeonghan around your kitchen and tell him he can stock up on food he likes. you also let jeonghan know you might not be home much for a few weeks since you’re caught up with your studies but he can keep a spare key so he can let himself in and out anytime.

the week goes by in a blur and you hadn’t thought that jeonghan would do anything for your birthday even though he was staying in your house. the night before your birthday you had gotten home just before midnight as you took a long walk to freshen your mind. when you got inside the house was dark so you assumed jeonghan had already went to sleep. you walked into your kitchen to take some leftovers when suddenly jeonghan switches on the lights.

“surprise!” jeonghan and joshua scream with a cake and gifts in their hands.

“joshua?! when did you get here and where had all this come from!” you knew joshua since he was jeonghans best friend and you shared a class with him. you were shocked to see that jeonghan and joshua prepared all this for you.

“jeonghan spoke about how you were spending your birthday alone so he came up with a plan to surprise you! i told him i would help with the gifts and decoration since i thought it was sweet he was doing this for you”, joshua said while you looked at everything in awe.

all 3 of you spent a good time until joshua had to go home since it was getting pretty late and jeonghan had decided he would go home that night.

“thank you, jeonghan. i appreciate everything you did for me today”, you expressed to jeonghan as he was packing his things.

“anything for you, y/n. you’re a dear friend to me and i didn’t want you to spend a day like this alone”, jeonghan said with a soft look in his eyes

you walked jeonghan to his door to show your gratitude when he suddenly started speaking, “maybe one day, we should have dinner together. i really enjoyed tonight and hope to spend more time together”, jeonghan said sincerely.

you told jeonghan you would clear your schedule for the weekend and you were looking forward for your date. when you get to bed, you’re thankful jeonghan asked you out as your secret crush on him could now lead to something more.

☆ end notes: this is not well written i'm so sorry </3 i was sick when i wrote this so it's not too good but happy birthday to lemon! also thank you to my soojin for giving me the idea for the fic since i have a crazy obsession with neighbor/roomie han

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noisyquokka · 6 months

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I know this is a very vague request and im really sorry in advance 😭… do you think you could write some headcanons/reactions for wayv? I noticed that most nct content is for dream, sometimes 127, and rarely my wayv boys and i LOVE them 😮‍💨, i dont really have a concept in mind i would prefer if it was made with a female reader in mind but gender neutral works just as well, and idk maybe a little bit suggestive if youre in the mood for it?? Idk anyways thanks for listening and im sorry im not giving you much to work with :)

+ OMG OK I JUST SENT IN A VAGUE REQUEST FOR WAYV BUT I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING NOW, idk if you’ll see this but do you think you could do wayvs reaction to a female reader whos more dominant, not necessarily in the bedroom sense (although that too) but just someone who looks more feminine but automatically takes on more masculine gender roles in a relationship like being big spoon, or bringing home the bag, or being the one to take care of things and fix things? Again i don’t necessarily mean in a sexual way just more in a general relationship because i know you said you werent confident/comfortable writing nsfw stuff, but if you wanted to take a more suggestive route too i wouldnt be mad, youre the writer here, im just here to support 💗, thank you again!

A/N - Not me having a whole-ass brain fart on gender roles as I wrote this🤪but ohhhohoo I love this idea!!! I'm sorry it took forever :( also some of these are longer than others, I apologize. But I still hope you enjoy 💛 Thank you for the request, Love!

WORDCOUNT - 1,165

WARNINGS - F!reader, suggestive if you squint from the other side of the galaxy??

Kun

you had told him that you were quite independent from the beginning of your relationship

perhaps you hadn't been persuasive enough, or it didn't register in Kun's head...

because when he comes home from tour, he doesn't expect to find you in the kitchen, cursing under your breath with your head ducked beneath the sink

it appears you're too busy groveling at the plumbing to notice his presence, the clanking of metal on metal hitting his ears

"What... are you doing?" is followed by a thud! and another hushed curse as you emerge from the cabinet, rubbing at the crown of your head with a grimace

you're met with warm hands and a concerned gaze as you straighten up, adjustable wrench in your grip

"The shut-off valve for the cold water failed," you wipe the sweat from your brow, eyeing the small space you have to work with under the sink, "so I went and picked up replacements for both."

and Kun's just standing there like 'woah, babe, go off'

but also a little worried

cue the "shouldn't we call a plumber", and the "are you sure's"

it's not that he believes you're incapable, far from it!

he's just got no clue about the tricks of that trade lmao

asks if you need help

will literally sit by and watch like a curious Retriever whether you need extra hands or not (without being in the way, of course)

he has no idea where your confidence comes from when it comes to these types of things, but it's kinda... 😏

you finish the job in two hours, checking for any leaks after you turn the water back on and let the water flow through the pipes to clear the air in the lines

after this, he quickly adapts to you taking lead around the house with similar things

he's so used to being the leader/taking lead on so many things that it's so refreshing for him.

you're just the type to say "Hey, I've got it!" with no expectations

he's gonna find his ways of thanking you for the things you do btw

cooking you dinner, cleaning the entire house, buying you something you've been eyeing for forever.

also lives and breaths you cuddling him

back hugs, waking up to you pulling him back into your arms before you're both falling asleep again

this man is so content being little spoon if it means you're right there

Ten

totally into it!

I'd bet that this man goes full doting boyfriend

probably the most curious out of all the guys

would be super invested if you were an HVAC technician or something just because of how physically demanding the job is

asks you if he could tag along to work one day like an excited child

to which you tell him that it's not as exciting for him to watch considering most of the job is you crawling into tight spaces

like you'd literally be in some dusty attic, sweltering as you work

it happens anyways, because you find that your HVAC unit is outdated, so naturally, you choose to update it yourself

cue a sneaky head peeking around the corner every chance he gets because, contrary to what you had said, Ten is very entertained

the man has the biggest heart eyes for you through the entire process - which is roughly 6 hours

"your attention to detail is beyond admirable!"

"I'd say it's necessary when I'm working with electrical, Babe."

wants to learn how to do whatever it is you're working on

doesn't matter what it is you're doing

soaks up whatever you teach him

mans is a whole sponge istg

at the same time he's absolutely gonna tell you to keep being the boss-ass bitch that you are

WinWin

supportive but a lil insecure :(

like he loves you loads, supports you 100% in all that you do

but sometimes it'll make him feel like he's not doing enough in terms of your relationship

I don't see the insecurity coming from your confidence of taking on a more masculine role, but more out of worrying that his time is so limited with you and around the house so when he is home, he feels like it's not enough

feels like he shouldn't tell you at first

like it sounds a little like an excuse to be an ass

but eventually thinks it's the best thing for your relationship

y'all take communication so seriously so why start holding back over something like this

you're quick to reassure him that he does more than enough

like sir, sit down and kick your feet up, you literally do so much for me, I will write you a whole list rn

it works to a certain extent, so you offer him some options "to make up for it" cough I'll leave this up to interpretation💀

fair to say that all is better with a little communication

Xiaojun

I say this solely for his safety and benefit

do not, under any circumstances, let this man know you can do some of the things that you're capable of!!

boy is too petty and competitive to have this knowledge

I feel like he'd be the type to see you so confidently take care of yard work and the next week turns into a competition of who can complete said tasks better

he wouldn't do it to make you feel less than, or to put you in your place (as if you wouldn't set his ass straight)

he's just a little dramatic

a lil competitive

he loses almost every time 😔

either makes excuses for it ("I didn't know there were levels to the lawn mower", "the handle on my rake was broken") or stays quiet

will be whiny for a few days afterwards

you have no issue giving him something to whine about-

Hendery

full cheerleader mode!!

he literally grew up with three sisters, ain't no way he's gonna be against a strong and independent woman doing her thing

is the best assistant when you need an extra set of hands

literally the kid that holds dad's flashlight while dad fixes the car except you don't have to remind him to hold it steady

he's on top of it, baby 😎

mans takes this as seriously as performing open-heart surgery

I'm talking brows set in concentration and hands as steady as my granny threading a needle (that woman was so talented)

tools are in your hand before you've even finished telling him what you need

bro is just that good

loves helping you to the point that when you don't need his help, he's just a pouty boy in the corner

like Kun and Ten, he'll just watch and cheer you on in those instances

he is the ultimate ally

YangYang

I could see him drawn toward a woman who takes initiative in a relationship

probably finds it attractive as hell

at the same time, I could see him not caring much about traditional gender roles

sees it as a social construct that is meant to be broken

he digs how dynamic you can be in any situation, definitely!

that said, he is the reason you fix so many things 🧍🏻‍♀️

listen, him being your boyfriend does not guarantee your safety from The Menace™

feels bad about it sometimes

but like... you never complain

YangYang swears he's a magnet for finding patient people that can tolerate his antics

which is exactly why he's wrapped around your finger

MASTERLIST

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lovelymel · 1 year

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❛ 𝓝ext 𝓓oor ❜

joe “coop” cooper x fem!reader x doug remer

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a/n :: I LOVE BASEKETBALL i literally have watched it so many times + im a coop girl 🤭

warnings :: swearing, coop n remer being coop n remer

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ever since you moved into a cheap little neighborhood in milwaukee, you’ve found yourself concerned with your next door neighbors. just two twenty-something year olds with nothing to do apparently, as signaled by the fact that all they appeared to do was shoot hoops in their driveway and cause a racket with their pets.

although they admittedly dressed like bums, you had a thing for them. how could you not? there was something about them.

despite their good looks, you could not stand the noise they made. their dog growled whenever you walked past their house, the cat hissed and mewled throughout the day, and you could even hear crude jokes from the thin walls of the cheaply built houses.

on one particular summer evening, you decided you had enough of their ruckus as you heard non-stop blowtorch noises.

what are they doing?! you frowned, slipping on your shoes and stomping over to the house next door.

ding dong.

you stood at their door, tapping your foot and crossing your arms. whoever was in there took their sweet time coming to the door. it felt like you had waited there for hours.

finally, a blond opened the door, sporting goggles covering his eyes and a blowtorch in his hand, “oh, hey, we’ve never actually talked before, miss…?”

“y/n l/n. i just wanted to know what you’re doing.”

“joe cooper, “coop”, and uh, just some building.” he says, quickly taking off the goggles and tossing the torch to the side.

you just nod, “ehm, well could you please keep it down? i have work to do.”

“oh, yeah, sure,” coop said, “i never really see you that often. what do you do?”

“i’m looking for a job still…” you sheepishly reply.

coop gives you a tiny smile, “i’m sure you’ll find a job! it can’t be that hard.”

“well, what do you do?”

“i don’t actually have a job either…”

steps from another person were starting to get louder. you could hear another man yapping at coop, who was obviously very embarrassed. his face was dusted with a light pink.

“coop, man! you gotta start cleaning the hairs off the soap bar! and what happened to the la-z-boy? what happened to my baby???”

coop closed the door a bit, “would you excuse me for a sec?”

despite him closing the door, you could hear both guys shouting.

“shut the hell up!”

“you’re the one who decked the la-z-boy!”

“there’s a chick outside!”

a few seconds later, a man with curly hair and a set of glasses opened the door, “hi miss l/n, we’re really sorry for the disturbance. if there’s anything i could do—”

“—we could do.” coop butted in.

you looked down, tapping your foot on their porch, before glancing back up. god, they were attractive. “it would just be great if you guys could keep it down.”

you were turned, facing your house. before you stepped past their driveway, coop called after you.

“hey! you said you needed a job right?”

“uh, yeah… why?”

remer piped up, “we’re making this new sport, and if you want we could pay you to be a cheerleader to promote it. you’d be great.”

“y-yeah. you’d be perfect.” coop chirped.

you grinned at them, noticing how rosy their cheeks were. you told them you would sleep on it before making your way back to your house. it honestly didn’t seem like such a terrible idea…

#joe cooper #trey parker #matt stone #x reader #doug remer #baseketball #baseketball x reader #baseketball imagines #fem reader

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hentyehottie · 2 years

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a/n: first work on this platform & looking for moots who also love black reader inserts

pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 2.7k

c/w: 18+ MDNI'

language, oral sex (cunnilingus, rimming) f!receiving, roommates, college au, fingering, katsuki eavesdrops, or maybe you're just being loud lol, katsuki bends you like a pipe cleaner 😭

❀

You were beyond annoyed right now. Not only was traffic fucking terrible, you had bombed your chemistry midterm and it made you feel like shit. Now you were hoping to go in your room and rub your clit until you forgot about it. You were sure you weren’t going to say anything about it to Katsuki.

You could see it now. He’d shake his head in disappointment, another reason for him to call you a bimbo and dumb. He was always on your ass enough as it is, you didn’t want him going extra hard on you, especially after you had failed a test that was so important to your major.

“Hey.” Katsuki said as you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

It was a cute apartment, a bit on the smaller side, but rent was affordable and even cheaper with a roommate. Plus, you had learned to tolerate your roommate so all was well.

He wasn’t the most respectful but he footed the big bills as long as you cooked and cleaned well enough. He even helped you with homework occasionally and you did the same when he rarely needed it. You even helped each other de-stress when it was absolutely necessary. It almost felt safe enough to call you and Bakugo friends.

“Hey Bakugo.” He was in the kitchen, making himself breakfast his usual routine after his early online lecture.

“How was your test?” He asked, spreading jelly over his toast, spooning his scrambled eggs onto one slice and sprinkling bacon bits on it before sandwiching both pieces of toast together.

“It was alright. Some things I knew, some I didn’t.” He listened to you as he began eating, starting with the pieces of egg that crumbled out of his sandwich and onto the plate.

“Fair enough, that tiny brain of yours is filled with gumdrops and lollipops anyway. How do you think you did?”

“Im not sure. Don’t kick me while I’m down.” Your tone was playful, or at least you hoped it was, and you hoped to leave the conversation at that.

“Listen, if you failed just do better on the next one. All you’re pouting is putting me in a shitty mood.”

It was hard for you not to be in a shitty mood. Bakugo had spent hours tutoring you, helping you study and cram for this stupid test and you still bombed it.

“I’m sorry. Can I have a bite, please?”

He rolled his eyes, holding up his sandwich, feeling generous enough to let you take the first bite. “Thanks Bakubro.” You answered playfully, draping yourself on his shoulders.

“God, don’t tell me you’re gonna start that shit like the rest of those goddamn extras.”

“Those extra’s,” You referred to Eijirou, Denki, Sero and Mina. “Are your friends. Don’t be mean.”

You walked over to get a napkin to wipe your mouth, passing one to Katsuki as well. When you were done you threw it in the nearly-full trash can.

“Can you take the trash out later, please.” “Yeah, grab me a Gatorade." You grabbed a bottle of water for yourself and a Gatorade for him, passing him the beverage before sitting across from him at the island. “Thanks.”

“Why are you watching porn in the kitchen, weirdo.” You peeked at his screen again to make sure you weren’t tripping. He had his AirPods in so you couldn’t hear exactly what was going on but sure enough, he was watching some dude in a dorm eating a girl out.

“I’m not watching porn dumbass, I opened Twitter and this shit was plastered on my screen.” Katsuki wasn’t pathetic enough to deliberately disrespect your common area like that, but that shitty haired, shark toothed loser just happened to send this video along with the message ‘You and —.’

When they’d found out he’d become roommates with a woman the idiots wouldn’t shut up about it and Bakugo found it really fucking annoying.

“I believe you,” You laughed. ”it’d be absolutely absurd to think the almighty Dynamight watched porn.”

He wanted to tell you that he didn’t have to. Hearing your moans and whimpers on the other side of the thin wall separating both of your bedrooms was usually enough to get him off.

He was a very visual person, and he couldn’t help but try to imagine what you were doing. Maybe fucking yourself with those stubby little fingers or rubbing your clit until you came. You were probably even hiding a dildo he didn’t know about.

“Kats don’t forget to take the trash out, I threw some egg salad away earlier and I don’t want it to start smelling. I’m gonna take a nap.”

Bakugo stood from the stool at the island.

“Stop bossing me around ya damn loser.” He said, watching your ass as you walked out of the kitchen. Katsuki began to gather the trash lying around in the kitchen and placed it into the trash can before tying up the bag and sitting it by the door. He had to work at seven so he’d just take it on his way out.

He washed his hands and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out of the kitchen. On the way to his room, right before he could open his door, he heard something that made his hand halt just as it reached the knob.

“Katsuki.” He knew unmistakably that those were your moans. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly. “Mmm f-fuck.”

He tried his best to carefully open the door, however the creak of hinge made you jump up. The cover slid down slightly, exposing a peek of your breasts before you pulled it right back up.

“A nap, huh?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tried your best to utter a reply but you were currently unable to form the simplest of words. You did plan on taking a nap, but after tossing and turning, you figured you’d have to put yourself to sleep.

“You gonna sit there like an idiot or go ahead and finish?” He asked noticing you were still sitting there. You could feel your orgasm fading just as fast as it built up and right now you were in the middle of a tough decision.

Either you could ignore Katsuki standing directly across from you while you masturbated to a video that the two of you made together, or you could shut the whole thing down and be dissatisfied as you contemplated dying of embarrassment.

As if he read your mind, he went on to say, “Today loser—just pretend I’m not even here, I just wanna see you cum.” He spoke, ruby eyes darkening to a deep, blood red.

“Well then maybe you could make me cum.” You seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside your heart was literally pounding in your chest. You were a completely different person during sex.

Unlike your usual sassy self, Katsuki noted that when the two of you were being intimate, you were always shy and quiet as hell. Always trying to suppress your moans and hide your face—which is exactly why he was a little taken aback. He tossed your phone over to the side, wanting your attention on himself. He looked at your phones screen and smirked to himself.

On your phone was a video of him fingering you. He knew it was him because of the distinct scars that years of fighting and training had put on him. The veins in his forearms bulging as he pumped his middle and ring fingers in and out of your wet cunt.

Bakugo could hear your soft moans emitting from the speaker of your phone, as well as his own deep, gruff voice mumbling out little nothings while he fucked you with his fingers. It was fuckin’ hot.

He recorded the video for you, since you wanted something intimate of your self to get off to. Plus it was shy little you, so this was probably the closest thing to a sex tape you’d ever make. He didn’t need any convincing, pulling his shirt off and kneeling onto your bed. He lifted your legs, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He told you leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your pouty lips. His hand trailed down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles around your clit through your panties. It felt good but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck Katsuki..I wanna cuummm.” You whined, as your cunt clenched around emptiness, you were so close to a mind shattering orgasm earlier. He wiped his fingers on a nearby towel, grabbing your phone to lock it.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up ya fuckin’ brat.”

Last time he fingered you, he licked your cum right off of his fingers, which was probably a sight that was permanently etched into the depths of your mind.

This time he wanted it straight from the source.

“I wanna eat your pussy." Katsuki said, in the most serious tone you've ever heard his voice take. It always amazed your how straightforward Katsuki was.

“But, we're friends-"

"Then let me eat your pussy, as a friend." He rolled his eyes.

Here he was, sitting beside you’d playing with your pussy while the two of you kissed. Y’all had done way too much as it is for you to be throwing the 'friend' card. “If you don't like it, we never have to bring it up again." He shrugged.

This had been something he wanted to do for a while, since you’d both started experimenting with each other sexually, but Katsuki wasn't going to beg. You paused for a little while, giving it some thought.

“And if I do like it?” “Then I’ll do it whenever you want. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

“...Okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“You sure?” He asked, hooking his fingers around the waist band of your panties. “I’m sure. It's just gonna be weird having you down there." You stated, covering your face with a pillow.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Not like I haven't been down here before."

“Yeah, but that was so long ago and your face and tongue wasn't buried in my cooch." You reasoned, heart pounding in your chest as he slid your panties down your thighs. Spreading your legs as wide as they could go and bending them at the knee, he took a good look at your treasure, licking his lips.

“Damn, your pussy is so pretty." He said, sliding his finger between your lips.

You placed the same pillow over your face, hoping the bed would just open up and swallow you whole. You were extremely shy and Katsuki wasn’t making it any better staring at your vagina like a starved man. He placed his head between your thighs, propping himself on his left elbow, taking the same finger and rubbing circles around your clit, sliding down to press at your entrance.

There was no way to explain your scent as it flooded his nostrils and clouded his brain. It made the blonde absolutely feral.

"Can I?" Bakugo asked, giving you one last chance to opt out if you no longer wanted to let him do this. Crimson eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response.

A simple nod and a "mhm" was his confirmation as he tasted your syrupy cunt for the first time. He licked a fat strip from your ass all the way to your clit. He did it again and again and again—both your pussy and your asshole clenching around nothing as he dug his fat wet tongue into your pussy with vigor.

“Mmm.” He moaned at the taste, pulling his head back to lick at the remnants of slick that were smeared on his cheeks and chin, earning a whimper of impatience from you.

“Kats-,” You choked on your spit and your mind short circuited when the thumb of his right hand rubbed at your asshole, ever so casually trying to push its way in.

“You love when I play with that ass don’t you,” He emphasized his statement with gentle prods and rubs at your rim, teasing the little brown pucker to no end. “You’re Katsuki’s nasty lil’ slut right?”

“Yes, yes, yesss.” You nodded furiously, swelling the blonde’s chest with pride. “Good girl.” Katsuki gave your lower hole another lick, planting a sweet kiss on your asshole and sinking his sharp canines into one of your cheeks.

You knew you were clean, but the act itself just felt so dirty, so taboo, so damn hot.

He traveled up to your pussy, sealing his lips around your clit. He stared up at you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, lips wrapped around your clit like a fucking jolly rancher.

As if this moment couldn’t get any more euphorically intense, you felt his fingers slide into you. You let out something between a yelp and a scream, nearly losing your mind at the feeling of fullness you got from only his middle and ring fingers.

Katsuki found your g-spot almost instantly, the stretching from the thick digits along with him flicking the spongy area at the very top of your cunt had you creaming around his middle and ring fingers. Your toes began to curl and your body slightly rocked back and forth as he forcefully fucked his thick fingers in and out of you.

“Hold your legs.” He gruffly commanded, waiting for you to place your hands around your ankles and pull your legs up. You pulled them back as far as your belly would allow, now splayed out and presenting him your pretty pussy.

It was probably the sexiest shit he’d ever seen and he silently thanked you for those early mornings of yoga you’d endured.

‘Itadakimasu.’ He thanked whoever had given him the grace of enjoying such a beautiful spread.

Shifting his position, the blonde now lied sniper style in front of you. He placed both hands on your ass, spreading you further before he buried his face in your pussy again. You opened your mouth to let out a moan, but your breath caught in your throat.

“Katsuki.” You ugly moaned his name as he alternated between a firmer, pointed tongue pressing hard on your clit, and a relaxed, flat tongue widely sweeping up and down over your entire vagina. No matter the technique, Katsuki was dexterous with his tongue and you jealously wondered how he’d come to be so good at eating pussy as he brought you closer and closer to the best ‘o’ you’d ever felt.

You gasped. Could he have been watching that in the kitchen for pointers?!

Bakugo ignored his rock hard cock, completely bent on getting you off before he even thought of himself. He kept licking and sucking, tongue bathing in your slick as he sloppily ate your pussy.

As much as he’d hate to admit, you were his favorite girl and he hated seeing you upset. He hoped this would help take your mind off that shitty test, and if it didn’t, he didn’t mind flipping you guys over and letting use his mouth however you wanted to.

Your thighs shook and your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth while you stared into his eyes. You two never looked away from each other, as the pressure built up inside.

“Katsuki! I’m cu-oh fuuuck.” You squirmed as tears of complete joy and pleasure streamed down your face. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your climax ripped through your body.

You layed there with your heart pumping, flinching slightly when his tongue brushed against your over sensitized clit a few more times.

“Fuck Kats, I-I can’t.”

You gasped out when his thumb began to rub circles over your puckered rim again. He hoped he could lick you into another orgasm but he could tell you couldn’t take it. You slumped over, laying on your side as your chest rose up and down rapidly.

That’s just how he likes to see you, fucked out and exhausted. Katsuki stood up straight and smirked, watching as your body occasionally jerked with violent tremors, satisfying him and filling his soul with accomplishment.

“Next time, gonna put my tongue in that cute lil’ ass of yours.” He marked his words with a heavy slap to your ass, watching your brown skin ripple around his palm. And with that he went to get a cloth to wipe his face and between your legs for the time being.

❀

closing a/n: If anyone’s wondering the reader is a nursing student and bakubabe is studying fire science!

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simpforchuchu · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do sachio from high and low the worst x reader!

Sachio x Raoh's Best Friend with Suzuran Boys & Housen Boys

a/n: Wow it's been really a long time... I know... Im sorry but yk i've been really not okay.I watched HnL The Worst X last week and wanted to write smth... Im not very confident about writing anymore... But i hope you like it ♥️♥️

And i cleaned my requests.I mean most of them... I kept some of them cause i want to write them :') If i can be ready again, I will open the requests... Love you 🥺♥️

• Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

• Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: gangs stuffs, violence but fluff in the end

It was a cool afternoon. It was getting dark. Suzuran's Raoh faction were all sitting together.

"Y/n-chan said she'd come here after school. Is she coming? You know?"

Mercy shook his head at what Raoh said

"Binzo will accompany her. I told him to pick up y/n when he said he was close to her school."

Raoh nodded, showing he is understanding, and continued to eat the sandwich in his hand. He had a bad feeling, but he didn't need to worry as she was with his friend.

While the Suzuran's Raoh faction was talking among themselves, Binzo and Yn were walking through the empty streets towards Suzuran. Binzo was someone who was feared by everyone. Known as a zombie, this boy was actually quite emotional and fun with his loved ones.

Although Binzo loved and felt close to this girl who his leader was close to, being alone with a girl made him a little nervous.

Y/n wasn't like the boys in Suzuran. All they knew was to fight and shout. He still thought that Y/n didn't belong in their world.

Still, he would listen to her, make little jokes and not show her the scary face he showed everyone so that the young girl wouldn't feel shy.

Y/n was like everyone's lil sister in Suzuran...

The conversation, which was calm and talked about a few daily events, was interrupted when Binzo sensed that something was wrong. The young man wiped his smile and slowed down. He looked around silently, it was very quiet.

"Is there a problem Binzo-san?"

With the voice of the young girl, Binzo came a little closer to her. He was absolutely sure that something was wrong. When he looked around a little more, he saw someones coming on the opposite road with pipes in their hands, he quickly took the girl behind him.

He wasn't afraid for himself, he didn't care about the numbers. He could handle it. But if one of them got to Y/n, things could get ugly.

"Binzo-san... they..."

Binzo quickly turned to y/n and smiled.

"Yn-chan, listen to me carefully. Follow the road straight to the right. And don't look back okay?"

"Oi Binzo! Stop worrying about the bitch next to you and let's get down to business!"

Although Binzo was angry with the voice he heard, he remained calm for y/n. Yn was looking at him with fear, not wanting to leave him.

"But... no! I won't leave you alone. They are too many."

Binzo laughed and patted the young girl's head.

"Leave them to me, okay? Just run and don't look back. Don't forget to call the boys when you get a chance."

"But-"

Yn's word was cut when Binzo punched someone.

"Y/n-chan! RUN!"

As the young man shouted, y/n started running. She felt so bad for leaving him there, but she was going to bring him help.

...

The young girl was running down the road, panting. It was starting to get dark. She looked behind her from time to time to see if anyone was following her.

After a while, when she saw that she was very tired and there was no one behind her, she took her phone out of her pocket and stopped. She quickly called Mercy, who was the last one to call her. The phone was picked up on the second ring.

Mercy answered the phone with a smile.

"Y/n-chan-"

"Mashii-san!"

Mercy quickly stood up when he heard the young girl's breathless and frightened voice.

"Hey, something wrong? What happened? Are you okay y/n-chan?"

Raoh and Magoroku also got up and approached Mercy, and Mercy put the phone on speaker.

Y/n tried to restrain her breathing

"Someone blocked our way. There were too many of them and they had pipes-"

As the young girl's eyes filled with tears, her voice trembled as well. Raoh asked with anger and fear.

"Y/n... where is Binzo? Wasn't he with you?"

Her voice trembled even more when she remembered that she had left Binzo.

"He... he sent me away. I didn't want to leave him, but he told me to run-"

Mercy understood what was happening when a small sob was heard from the young girl.

"Y/n-chan, calm down okay? Binzo can handle this. Where are you? Are you okay?"

Y/n looked around and tried to find where she was.

"I... I don't know. I think I'm close to Housen. I'm fine, but Binzo-san-"

Mercy was trying to keep his tone soft to calm her down, but it was getting harder when he saw how angry Raoh was.

"Okay, don't worry. Listen carefully y/n-chan. If you can reach Housen, find Odajima Yuken. And tell him I sent you. We'll find Binzo, but you must be safe."

Y/n nodded

"I guess I'm not too far away Mashii-san-"

"Oi! I found you!"

Y/n was startled by the sound and the phone being taken from her hand, and a small scream escaped her mouth.

"Y/n-chan! Y/n? Hey! Fuck!"

Everyone in the room was staring nervously at him as Mercy shouted on the other end of the phone. Raoh and the others followed without asking anything as he hung up the phone and hurried out the door.

...

Y/n backed up and took a few steps back with the person standing in front of her, whom she didn't know but was sure he wasn't a good person.

"Did you really think you could escape? We're going to teach the bastards with you a good lesson"

The young girl frowned and looked at the boy in front of her. She was trying not to show him that she was afraid. When the boy saw that the young girl did not say anything, he angrily grabbed her arm and began to drag the young girl after him.

Y/n tried to resist and at the first opportunity she found, she pulled her arm and punched the boy in front of her with all her might.

The girl started to run that the boy without even realizing what had happened. But her fist didn't affect the boy in front of her much, he ran quickly, caught her and grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground.

The young girl fell to her knees in pain. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to protect herself with her arm, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes in surprise, and she saw a tall, nice boy gripping that boy's arm tightly.

It all happened in seconds. The tall boy knocked the other boy down and his friends, who were waiting behind him, also approached him.

As the young girl watched what was going on in surprise, when she saw the tall boy approaching her, she wanted to back away in fear, but the boy stopped his movements.

"Calm down, I know you're scared, but we won't hurt you."

Immediately after his words, he slowly extended his hand and smiled at y/n.

Although Y/n wasn't sure, she took the hand and stood up. When she got up, her knees hurt when she fell, she had trouble keeping her balance and she held on tightly to the boy next to her.

The boy smiled when he noticed this.

"I'm Sachio and they're my friends."

Y/n looked at the face that was looking at her and smiled. She shook her head and looked at the other boys as well.

"I... Im y/n. You're from Housen right? I heard your name from Raoh."

When Sachio looked at the young girl in surprise, Yuken smiled and approached the young girl.

"Y/n, L/n... Right? You're close with the boys in Suzuran."

Yuken smiled as Y/n nodded and turned to Sachio.

"I heard that they have a girl in Suzuran and that she is quite close with Raoh and the others. But what I don't understand is why are you here alone at this hour and who were you running from? Why did X high school attack you?"

Y/n slowly removed her hands and straightened herself up and spoke in fear.

"Me and Binzo were walking. Someone blocked us. He sent me away. I didn't want to go but he didn't listen to me. I..."

Sachio patted her back to comfort her

"Binzo wanted to protect you. If you were there he couldn't focus on the fight, it's better that way."

Y/n shook her head and looked at the boy on the floor with what came to her mind.

"He... he took my phone. He caught me whil3 talking to Mashii-san. They must be very worried."

Yuken walked over to the boy on the floor, checked his pockets and showed the phone in his pocket.

"Is this- ?"

Y/n nodded

"Here you go"

Y/n gave a small thank you and called Mercy again with trembling hands.

"Y/n-chan? Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I... I'm fine Mashii-san. I found the Housen leaders as you told me. Actually, they found me, but this is insignificant..."

When a relief sound came from the other side, y/n asked scared

"Binzo-san... is he okay?"

Mercy chuckled

"Don't you know him? Don't worry, very well. We'll come to you after we're done here, don't be afraid, they're not the type to hurt you."

"I know"

Mercy smiled

"Can you give the phone to Yuken?"

Y/n handed the phone to Yuken. Listening to her on the phone, Sachio was observing the young girl. His eyes frowned when he saw the wounds and blood flowing from her knees.He looked around and thought it was best to go back to school when he couldn't see a shop.

Y/n didn't know what to do when her eyes met with those staring at her. Sachio smiled to not make her feel uncomfortable.

"Your knees are injured, does it hurt a lot?"

Y/n slowly nodded

"It hurt a little but not much. I'm fine, thank you Sachio-san"

Sachio smiled and looked at Yuken who was coming towards them. Yuken handed the phone over to her and smiled.

"They'll be coming to school soon, so I guess we'd better go there."

Sachio nodded and they started walking towards Housen.

...

When they arrived at the school, y/n sat on one of the armchairs and Sawamura came in with a few bandages and antiseptic in his hand. When Sachio took the things from Sawamura's hands and bent over the young girl, y/n looked at him in surprise. Sachio smiled and poured antiseptic on the cotton.

"It looks bad, it could get infected if we don't clean it."

Y/n nodded silently. She was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't take her eyes off the boy who was cleaning her knees. Even though the alcohol hurt her, she tried not to show it. When Sachio noticed this, he smiled and put the band-aids on her knees.

Y/n was sitting quietly on the sofa. There was no one else in the room except Housen's leaders. She was used to being in the same room with men, but it felt weird that they were so nice to her as she always heard them with their brutality. She wanted to have a little chat to ease the tension.

"I thought everyone in Housen was bald"

Yuken laughed at what was said and the others laughed as well. Sachio smiled and shook his head.

"Everyone shaves their hair except the leaders, yes"

Y/n chuckled too and shook her head.

"I thought you were enemies with my friends, why did you help me?"

Sachio smiled at the question and shook his head.

"It's true that there is animosity between the two schools, it's true that we don't get along with Raoh, but I guess we're not enemies. Besides, we're not guys who would hurt a girl."

Y/n nodded and smiled

“Mashii-san trusts you. Especially to Yuken-san. He told me to ask you for help.”

Yuken smiled and waved

"No matter how many times we fight, Mashii and I are friends, so... I guess."

Y/n laughed and nodded. Just then, when Raoh and his friends entered the room, y/n quickly stood up and ran towards Raoh.

"Raoh!"

Raoh turned his gaze from Sachio to y/n and smil.When the young girl came to him, he hugged her tightly and checked her.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Y/n nodded and smiled.

"Just a small wound, but I'm fine. Sachio-san helped me clean them up."

Raoh looked at Sachio, who got up from the couch and walked towards them, then to her knees.

Raoh saw y/n as his sister, actually y/n was definitely his sister. Since y/n had helped him in the past, they became friends and then the bond grew stronger.

He also knew that Housen wouldn't hurt her, but he still didn't like his opponent's approach to y/n.Sachio, on the other hand, thought y/n was Raoh's girl, so he couldn't help the feeling of jealousy growing inside him.

Y/n was a great girl. The Raoh faction loved her very much. Now she was sure to stole the hearts of the Housen men as well. Especially Sachio Ueda's...

Raoh looked at Sachio seriously when he stopped in front of him, and Sachio too. When Y/n felt the tension between the two of them, she looked around and smiled broadly at Binzo she saw in the back.

"Binzo-san!"

Binzo laughed and ruffled her hair as Y/n walked over to Binzo with a big smile and hugged him.

"I'm fine kiddo, don't worry."

Y/n nodded and muttered quietly.

"I'm so sorry I left you-"

Binzo gave her a small flick on her forehead and laughed.

"I told you to go, I couldn't focus on the fight if you were there."

As y/n nodded and smiled, Magaroku patted the young girl's head as well, and y/n looked at them with a bigger smile.

At that moment, Raoh was thanking Sachio.Sachio shook his head with a serious expression.

"There's nothing to thank, and I know you would do the same."

Raoh shook his head.

"You have a sister too, you know well what it means to be a big brother"

Raoh nodded as Sachio looked at him confused.

"Y/n is their friend but she is my family. She is only 2 years younger but she sees me as her older brother."

Sachio nodded and smiled

"Lucky you, she's a nice person. And you should have seen the determination in her eyes when we found her. I wouldn't say she's strong, but she's definitely not a coward."

Raoh grinned at y/n and smiled

"She grew up with me"

Y/n came to them again, interrupting the conversation between the two of them.

"I... Sachio-san.... Thank you and the others so much. Really."

Sachio smiled and shook his head as Y/n bowed

"Be more careful from now on,,they must know you."

Y/n nodded.

Raoh interrupted their meaningful but meaningless look and called to y/n

"Let's go now y/n"

Y/n nodded and waved to the others. Thanking him again, she looked at Sachio and smiled.

"See you Sachio-san!"

Sachio smiled slightly and waved. He wanted to see her again too...

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donuts4evry1 · 2 years

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hi so i caved and ended up writing a shitty oneshot with my favourite imagined character dynamic in Hatoful Boyfriend: Kenzaburou Urushihara and Albert Alain Aklan.

im bad at writing, stubbornly against proofreading, and i haven't played hatoful boyfriend in a hot minute. sorry for any mistakes i made.

Word Count: 636 words

The winter season marked a busy time in Torimi Cafe, with birdies flocking the cafe to escape the cold with a piping hot cup of coffee or a freshly baked slice of cake.

Kenzaburou often found himself exhausted these days, barely keeping up with the constant flow of customers. Sure he had hired help, but the store could still be quite overwhelming. His mind wandered back to the summertime, when an energetic human girl worked the temporary position at the cafe. The days were full of calm bliss and, near the end , turbulent romance. Azami and Rabu were still regulars, though he unfortunately couldn't devote enough time to the couple as he would've liked (at least he was able to attend their wedding back in the fall).

It was one particularly late night, near Christmas-time, that one of his odder customers came in- a stiff, quiet crow by the name of Albert Aklan. His hired help had taken the day off to spend time with family, and the cafe was practically empty. Despite the cafe being comfortably heated, a chilly air always seemed to surround Albert, long after the door closed and the winter wind dissipated. Still, Kenzaburou never felt unnerved by the crow. Perhaps it was just a consequence of living as long as he had- nothing could really surprise him anymore. Or, perhaps, he felt a sort of kinship with the bird. Unlike many of his regulars, Albert didn't have a tendency to chat. He simply sat in a lonely corner of the cafe, quietly sipping his coffee and blankly staring to nowhere.

At this point, no words needed to be exchanged between the two birds. Kenzaburou had long memorized his preferred order: one cup of medium roast coffee, black, made hot enough to cause somewhat serious burns if one wasn't careful (this was found out by complete accident, but Kenzaburou had quietly observed Albert subtly enjoy his coffee more when it was extremely hot). The barred parakeet had the drink out within a matter of seconds, though when Albert held out some money to pay, Kenzaburou shook his head.

"It's on the house. Think of it as a thanks for your extended patronage."

Perplexed, Albert took his coffee. "… Thank you." He said simply, storing the money back into his pocket.

After that, the cafe stood in silence for a long while. Albert, predictably, sipped his coffee while staring out into the gently falling snow, while Kenzaburou continued packing up the cafe for closing time. It was messier than he would've liked, but the surprise afternoon rush left him ill-equipped to clean up properly in-between orders.

"You missed a spot, here." Albert had suddenly materialized at the front counter, producing a tissue and cleaning liquid from who knows where. Kenzaburou was much too exhausted to be startled, instead nodding his head slightly at the crow. "I suppose you're right. It's been a rather long day, I'm making mistakes I wouldn't usually make… Odd that you found it all the way from your corner, though."

"It was unseemly to look at." He wiped the stain off of the counter, with an unusual speed and gracefulness that Kenzaburou hadn't quite seen before.

"You know, Albert, if you'd like a job here, I have an opening next spring…" He half-joked, after Albert had put away his cleaning supplies. Where did he get those, anyway…?

"I'm fine. But thank you." The crow declined, respectfully. He placed his cup on the counter, and without saying anything more, left the cafe.

As he finished up cleaning up the cafe for the rest of the night, Kenzaburou couldn't help but wonder what his mysterious crow customer was hiding behind his cool, quiet demeanor. It was unlikely that he would ever know, but perhaps that was a part of Albert's charm.

#fanfiction #hatoful boyfriend #my art #sure why not #if there are mistakes anywhere tho lmk I'll fix em #kenzaburou urushihara #albert alain aklan #cw cursing #why did i write this

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project-xviii · 11 months

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THE AWAKENING

AKT III

TW: minor cursing, body horror

7 December 20XX

3:08 am

"UGHHH HOW MANY MOREE..."

"Stop whining Dos. Now hurry up before someone wakes up and starts looking for us!" Duke snarled.

Over night Duke,Mos and Dos broke into a nearby storage shed and stole some resources. As they were escaping they realised driving on the rails would've created too much noise, so they decided to walk instead.

"We've been walking for hours and i didn't even get the chance to eat supper god damn it."

"Duke maybe we should take a break? I'm pretty sure no one has followed us this far." Mos suggested while carrying metal boxes on his shoulders.

Duke stopped and turned around at the two. "I guess you're right. A short break won't hurt. But we need to find some place to warm up."

The three looked around themselfs. The rails and the ground were hidden by a rug of hardent snow. Behind them their footprints were being filled with a new soft powdery layer. They looked deeper into the land but it was pointless. A cold fog blocked their view making them feel as If the only things that existed were them and the endless snow that danced around them, twirdling like stars in the night sky. Eventually the fog calmed down a little and a steep hill was recognizable.

"Look!" Mos pointed out. "Maybe we can find some shelter there."

"Good Idea. Follow me!" Duke lead towards the build. Mos and Dos followed right after.

The three trains approached the rocky build. Unlike everything around it, it wasn't completly covered in snow and ice. Its naked granite walls were the only thing who's color wasn't clean white. Duke gently stroked the surface of the stones. They were smooth and cold like a frozen soulless corpse. Duke's eyes wandered by the wall looking for any possible caves to hide in. Mos and Dos were behind, grunting under the steel boxes they carried on their backs. Duke didn't mind the heavy weights he was carrying. Since he was a teen he had carried pieces of heavy machinery for X's crazy inventions. At first he would crumble under the weight. His legs would feel like jello and he was often afraid that the hefty pipes and cables would crush his small body. But with time he got stronger and those massive weights were nothing but tiny stones to him. The same couldn't be said about his friends tho.

"God my spine is killing me." Mos huffed. "Duke please tell me you've found something."

"Sorry, nothing in sight." Duke answered.

A disapointed grunt was heard as a response.

As the minutes went on the weather got worse. The harsh wind blew the snowflakes at the three, paining them. Thanks to the wind the soft flakes stung like needles on their body. It was painful. They were attacked from all sides by the dreadful cold but they didn't lose hope yet.

After a while Mos' pace got slower and his steps got slopier 'till he finally stopped and sat down into the snow.

"I... *huff* i can't go on..."

"What do you mean you can't go on?"

"I'm too tired... Everything hurts..." Mos panted. "Go on without me... I'll.. I'll catch up, i just need a break..."

"i'm not leaving you behind Mos." Duke replied.

"No, no its alright. X needs those boxes, you can't just leave them behind.."

Duke sighed. "Im not going to risk you dying just to bring some stupid boxes to X. I'm staying." He walked to Mos, placed the steel boxes into the snow and turned towards Dos.

"Dos."

"Yeah?"

"Go look for a place to hide. I'll stay here to make sure Mos is okay."

"Alright. Just stay here so i can find you later."

The olive train continued stomping through the heavy snow as the wind shot tiny ice flakes onto his face.

After a little while of kicking snow out of the way Dos noticed a faint flicker in the distance. At times it was weak and small, barely able to eluminate its light a little more then a few Inches, other times it was strong and bright, capable of showing a clear way to it, and to Dos' pleasure, a nearby tunnel. Dos sprinted back to his brothers as he realized that he had found a safe place.

Not so far away Duke and Mos had opened some of the boxes in hope of finding anything that could keep them warm. Most of the containers had either food, water or oil. Not really something useful when you were freezing to death. The only thing that was any use to them were dusty rags made of old felt. The kind of rag painters layed onto the floor so the paint wouldn't leave any unwashable stains on the floor. As disgusting and uncomfortable they were, atleast they were able to keep the both warm.

"Thanks Duke, you really didn't have to do this."

"No need to thank me, i just want to make sure you're okay." Duke answered. "Sure you're annoying sometimes and you mess up our plans from time to time but still, even after all you've done, i just wouldn't be able to live without you bro."

"Aww thanks man." Mos grinned warmly.

"GUYS! GUYS!" Someone yelled. Their steps becoming louder and louder. "I FOUND A CAVE!"

"Dos?" Duke noticed a figure in the snow. The figure soon took shape and color. It was indeed Dos.

The lad shuffled out of the snow and excitedly told them his discovery.

"To the south! There's some sort of hideout, we can go there to warm up!"

"Is it far?"

"it's right behind this rock. Outside is a light so you can't miss it."

"Sweet!" Duke turned to Mos. "You alright bro? Does something still hurt?"

Mos collected himself from the snow and wrapped himself into the feltrag. "My legs hurt a bit but overall im alright."

"Do you want us to carry some of your boxes there?" Dos added.

"Nah it's good, i'll manage." He grabbed some boxes and stacked them onto his shoulders.

"Okay, lets go then!"

The two followed him, stamping through the freezing blanket, only stopping on a few occasions to check If Mos was fine. Luckily the fella was in good condition.

After minutes of walking, Dos stopped at the flickering, which revealed to be an old dusty oil lamp. A little flame fought against the wind as it tried to silence it. The lamp was hung on an old wooden post that could shatter into a million pieces at any second. Near the post was an entrance, a tunnel to be exact. Dos and Mos were quite pleased at the sight. The two imidiatly ran to the entrance of the tunnel without a second thought.

"Wait!" Duke ran behind them, trying to stop them. However the two were much quicker than him.

"Whoa! Look at this place!" Mos gasped. "This tunnel is massive!"

Duke still stood outside of the entrance. Something in his gut told him that this place was no good. With every second he questioned himself more. Should he follow them? Or his gut?

Skepticaly, he entered the cave.

The tunnel was quite different from any other He had ever seen before. Instead of going straight, the tunnel went over the place. Like the roots of a tree diging into the ground. The walls and celling had a unique patern. Long deep skratches covered most of the areas. On the floor two wide lines were dug into the ground.

"This place was most deffinetly not build by humans, nor trains." Duke thought to himself.

He gently stroked the walls, investing himself in the lines on the walls. The lines were deep, wide and long, not really something you would expect to see in a cave.

"Machinery couldn't have created this tunnel either." He backed away from the wall. With every step he took, the lines became longer and uneven. In fact they looked weirdly familiar to Duke. It deffinetly wasn't something he had seen before, but it reminded him of something.

"These... These are claw prints." He realized.

He backed away again, leaning himself on the wall behind him. His eyes focused on the mandala that consists of masses of scrabes which were carved into the flesh of the walls. "What on earth build this place..."

"Ey! Duke! You gotta check this out!" Mos yelled out from afar. "Here's some weird tech stuff."

Duke answered with silence. He took one last look at the piece of work, his Imagination trying to understand what monstrosity created it. Out of fear, he quickly shook away those thoughts and walked towards his friends location.

As Duke entered a hidden room, he was blinded with a flashing light coming from a screen.

"W-What the-"

"Oh there you are Duke, i thought you got lost back there." Dos answered.

"What is that light?"

"Oh that? That's some weird big screen we found. It's pretty weird. Also we should probably cover it with something cuz' this thing makes my eyes feel like they're on fire."

"Wait a sec, i got just the thing to cover it." Mos rustled through a metal box he had and took out the ugly felt rag. He then hooked one end on the corner of the screen and threw the rest over it.

"Thanks Mos."

"No problem mate. Anyway, where are we?"

The three looked around the room. Some softer light got through the felt blanket and gently eluminated the surrounding. On one side of the room the walls were covered by monitors, cork boards and documents which had long lost their meaning. On the other side were pick-axes, shovels, colapsed wagons filled with coal and containers from which a dark scarlet liquid had dried on its surface.

The sight of the container was especially disgusting for Mos. He was capable of recognizing that liquid from miles away. Ever since childhood he made countless memories from when X would hurt himself on accident and the same crimson fluid would flow out of his body. He especially despised it's horrid smell.

"that's fuel." He pointed out.

"I've noticed." Duke added.

Dos looked away from the containers and focused on the papers on the cork board. He approached the board and picked up a few documents that layed in the ground before attaching them to the wall. The papers were old and fragile, there was not one piece which wasn't falling apart in one way or another. Some texts were barely readable due to the ink being smeared across it.

Gently he removed one piece that seemed to be in good condition and tried to decode it.

"Does it say something?" Mos asked.

"I dunno." Dos examined the paper. "I don't really understand what is written here. The're some code names and dates and stuff."

"Let me see." Duke took the paper from Dos' hands. Mos looked over Duke's shoulder.

The paper was shriveled and soft due to the moisture in the cave. Its edges were crooked and it's color was dirty. The three observed the Text, decoding sertain words and understanding sentences. In the end, they read the following:

A disaster has struck us.

Ever since he had managed to gain deeper understanding behind this warfare, he has been disregarding our orders. We have tried to get him to obey again, using the shock collars located on his body, however without positive outcome.

Not only has he stricked on the combatants, but our souldiers aswell. We are being butchered by our own ally. I never thought it would ever come to this. We have put so much work, effort and money into that thing and now it has completly turned against us.

This battle is no longer between us and the opponent, but between us all and this damned brute.

I will not be able to get out of here alive today. Any second now that monster will be grinding me in it's jaws. Not even praying is going to help in this situation. What should i even pray to when i've convinced myself that there's no thing as a God?

No. I refuse to give up. Im not going to die so pathetically by my own creation. If i brought it into this world, so can i take it out of it. Using the dynamite i could exploit it's weakness and finish him off!

However, if you won't find my body laying in this very room, persume i miscalculated.

"Monster?" Duke thought to himself. "Maybe that creature created these tunnels. But what could that thing be?" His mind was filled with questions. It seemed like it could explode at any second. Everytime he managed to somehow answer a question of his, new one's were created. How big must have that monster been? How long was it? What did the writer mean with soilders? Human soilders? Train soilders? Did that thing kill all of them? Piles and piles of questions that were stacking up in eachother faster than the stacking of the snow outside the cave. Duke was so deeply trapped in his own mind he didn't realize someone was aproaching.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" A grumpy mumbled voice barked. "You three were supposed to be in our hideout!"

The three turned around in a heartbeat to be greeted by a very familiar yet not very pleased face.

"X?" Mos asked confused. "What are you doing here."

"collecting scraps, what does it look like?" The ruby train pointed at the rusty pieces of metal he carried on a forklift cart. "Now you. What are you doing here."

"Well... Um..." The three tried to come up with an answer.

"And where are your gasmasks? Do you know how fuckin' toxic the air in here is?" X added while pointing on his own mask.

"We... didn't bring any..." Dos babbled.

"Ughh... I have a few spare one's under all the rubble i've collected."

Both Duke and Dos walked towards the cart before digging in it's contents. Mos stayed at the front with X, trying to somehow make X a little joyfuller.

"So- um..." Mos stuttered. X looked up at him, with sunken eyes that were caused by the lack of sleep and a resting bitch expression.

"W-Why is... um... why is the- um- air so toxic?" He nervously giggled under his breath.

X didn't answer at first, his already annoyed and sleepy face got somehow even more annoyed. Mos was swearing bullets. After a silent moment X sighed and calmly answered his question.

"This place was once partcialy a coal mine. And the things is, where coal is, is methane. Methane is deadly. It looks, smells and feels exactly like air, except it's highly flamable. This gas was collecting itself in these rooms for generations. This means that the tiniest spark could cause this entire strukture to blow up. But it also means that If we breathe it in for to long, we'll drop dead.

You got that?"

Mos quickly nodded.

"Good."

"We got the masks!" Duke pulled two out and threw one to Mos. Dos struggled for a few seconds putting his mask on, but he managed. He was wearing it upside down.

"You got the boxes?"

"Right here X."

"Good. Now let's get out of here." The red trains lead the three towards a wide tunnel with a green label stating: EXIT above it. They kept walking towards the exit 'til Dos slowed pace and stood still.

"Dos?" Duke turned around and stopped. "You're not coming?"

"What? No, no, im just looking at these weird papers we read earlier."

"What papers?" X questioned. Duke quickly answered. "We found this board on which weird documents are pinned. Appearently it's about some monster or battle. But i don't really understand what it could mean."

"Oh these things." He sighed. "That's just rubbish. Come on Dos, we got more important things to do than look at garbage."

"A-alright." The four wandered into the tunnel. Dos turned around in last time to examen the papers before returning to the group. As they were walking Dos' mind was flooding with questions, however unlike Duke, the questions didn't fuel his fear, but rather his intrest and curiosity. Each question he asked himself caused him to want to return to the board and read each single one of these documents. He would've read them, studied them, feeding his spirit of inquiry till it was fed enough.

Close to the exit, Dos stopped one last time to look behind him. He could still see the dim light coming from the hissing screen.

"Dos?" Mos looked for his friend.

"I'll... I'll be right back." Dos walked back to the room.

"Wait- where are you going?!" X grunted.

"I- uh... I forgot something in there! You three go on, i'll catch up!"

The Olive train ran back to the room and approached the corkboard. He overlooked all the papers, seeking something intresting. His eyes noticed a wrinkly folder of papers on one of the desks. He grabbed it and blew away the dust that layed on top. Once most of the dust was out of the way, he could read a black label which read "Project XVIII".

He looked at the desk once more and realised that the entire desk was covered in such folders. Most of these were mushy and falling apart while others where drowning in moisture. A lot of papers were spilled all over them aswell. He rustled through the binders, looking for anything in good enough condition to take with him. As he dug deeper he eventually stumpled onto the desks surface which was covered in his curiosities worst nightmare. Colourful buttons.

It wasn't that he was terryfied of these things, nope, quite the opposite. These tiny fidgets would bring him such massive satisfaction that would entertain him for years.

Looking at those colourful studs he was mentaly as well as physically fighting himself not to press any of them. He knew he shouldn't touch them, yet he simply couldn't calm himself down knowing he wasn't able to touch them. Especially the large crimson one right on top.

He reached out his arm to press it, but he quickly snatched it back. "No. I shouldn't press it. The rest is waiting for me." He left the table and approached the exit.

"But it wouldn't hurt anyone if i touched it." He turned around with a grin. "I'll just give it a quick peck, no one's even going to notice hehe."

He reached out once again, his finger right on top of the button, when suddenly-

*CRACK*

He looked up, spooked, and noticed how wooden pillars that stabilized the cealing, slowly break doe to it's age. Dos felt a cold shiver go down his spine. Momentarily he chickend out of the cave running straight towards his companions, leaving everything behind to continue drowning in the depressed atmosphere. His curiosity might be fierce but not enough to defeat fear.

Once outside, the olive train joined his friends group, taking some boxes on his shoulders and calmly yet startled wandered back to their hideout, where their soft beds waited for their arrival.

3:25 am

Bitter silence filled the room. Wood creaked under the pressure of the soil that layed above. Water dripped from icy spikes and collected itself in tiny pools, carved into the pavement.

This silence had lasted for generations. Nothing but the dribble of the toxic rain was know to the souls which decayed ages ago. Corpses, severed limbs, innards, bones, anything that once had the impression of something alive, rotted in the moisty airspace. Blood turned to oil, skin turned to leather and flesh turned to a feast for pests. At had been like this ever since the cave was build. This endless decaying was an endless cycle of death, or atleast, it was...

One of the wooded pillers ruptured. Heavy soil smashed on the desks, rocks crashed onto the old screens, obliterating them. Soon the pillar its came loose, plunging straight onto the button covered deck, whose frail paper armor had been scattered. The heavy frame crashed with a loud thud, breaking and bending the desk into curved mess.

Right after, the room was once returned to its silent state...

Not so far from the cave, the beast peacefully slumbered in their prison. Some crows have already awakened yet still remained near the beast, warming themselfs on it's neck. The soft glimmer of the moon humbly layed a cold glow on their massive chest. It was frosty and nippy yet pleasant in a unique way. The creature slowly awakened. Through a small slit on its Blindfold it could recognize small flutters of his feathery companions. It let out a peacefull hiss as a good morning. Some birds let out a simular hiss aswell.

Suddenly several blinding siren lights blarred through the cell. Everyone snapped awake. All of the crows shot up into the air and wheeled through the room. The beast scuffled violently, hitting the icy pillars with it's mass and causing them to crack. It panted heavily, their mind in a daze. Sharp red lights blinded the birds and caused them to crash onto the beasts body. Roars of agony and fright echoed through the cell.

And then, out of the blue, everything went dead silent. The sirens stopped blaring and the lights stopped shinning. Both the beast as well as it's companions huffed heavily. During the ruckus a few chains snapped thanks to which the beast could now move it's head. Carefully it listened to it's surrounding. It was quiet. Too quiet. Not even the crows dared to make a sound.

The creature patroled the room further. It could sense something wasn't right...

- DEACTIVATING SAFETY CONTAINMENT PROTOKOLL -

Century old chains snapped. The muzzle on its face became loose and fell off.

A thousand pound frame crashed onto the pavement. With barely any energy the creature stabalized itself. Their body violently shaking as it chocked on its own blood. It wheezed in torment as it felt warm liquids flow out of it's nose and throat, leaving behind a burning sensation. It cried out in agony, begging for the pain to end but it only made it worse. It's lungs felt as if they were on fire. Defeated it layed down and relaxed its body. He looked up through the dusty windows and saw a beautiful pearl in the sky. At first it couldn't recognize it, but with time it realized it was just the humble moon.

It layed there, stunned. It couldn't remember when was the last time it saw the night sky. It had been kept in there for so long the concept of day and night seemed alien to them. It scratched its back, taking off all the chains that once held it in place and kicked them away, leaving a chain nest on the ground.

Steadily it grabbed some wires that were attached to the cealing and pulled itself up. It tensed its muscles and stiffed it's spine. Its bones cracked in a harmony as it's joints engaged in movement. Once it stretched out its body, releaving it of pain, it gazed it's eyes up on the window. Carefully it walked towards the cells gates, which were two iron doors.

It grabbed the rusty handles with its massive claws and slid the doors onto the sides. A chilly breeze of fresh air touched it's armored exterior. It felt like a cold slap on the stomach. It backed way, slightly closing the doors, it didn't like that.

Curiously it peeked its head out. A dance of snow dazzled on top of it's nose, then another and another. Soon a raven landed on its head and hopped onto it's snout. It croaked at the beast, it tried to say something, perhaps it soothed them.

Right after a small flock of birds playfully flew circles around its head, encouriging it to join its play. After that the remaining birds flew outside, whirling toghether with the pearly flakes. Toghether they formed beautiful formations, which flowed like the ocean waves. It was a dance of beauty and freedom.

The beast's eyes were locked onto the configuration, admiring the charm of the birds art. It stepped outside, snow creaking under it's hooves. As it was aproaching, the birds formed a new structure, a wedge to be exact. Chains of Birds flew in a circular motion towards the top of the wedge creating the impression of a tornado, with the beast in its center.

it closed it's eyes as humble wind embraced it's body with a hug. It felt so pleasing, so reasurring and kind. Old forgotten memories returned to the beast, reminding it of its home. They opened their eyes and admired the night sky. Stars decorated the back, complementing the moon, which sparkled like a marble Crystal.

That's when they realized,

They were finally free...

End of CHAPTER I:

THE AWAKENING

#robot trains #au #the catering

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Oh sweetling I'm so sorry. If she's that toxic to be around then she may be too far gone. I don't usually tell people to give up on someone, but for now until she has her behavior and lifestyle choices actually dawn on her I suggest stepping away.

Do not burn yourself to keep others warm. No amount of self sacrifice and kindness will help her right now. Some day she may figure herself out and maybe she won't but until she grows as a person and actually honestly reaches out to you first with proof she wants to change don't put yourself at risk for her.

Your pain is understandable, you are mourning the sister you used to know, and it's dawning on you she may never be who she used to be. Realizations like that are never easy. If you can safely take time off I suggest it. You need time to process the grief and pain.

(This also became an extremely long answer because I'm just trauma dumping st this point)

It's fucked up. I don't know what I can do? And I see signs of her still trying to have a relationship with me or something but, it genuinely feels like the only way I can hold a conversation with her is if I perfectly tailor every word, like walking on eggshells. Like. The first day I saw her she showed me her phonecase, and she has a sticker from Spirited Away on it which was a movie we watched together as kids and we loved it so much it practically rewired our brains? And then later that night she's like "look at this pipe my (loser) boyfriend got for me, doesn't the swirls remind you of Dodo from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends?"

And I think "theres my sister! She's still here! She still remembers all the times we spent together! She still loves me!"

But then the entire time the rest of the visit she'll barely look up from her phone. We barely spend half a day with her and she's already "i miss my boyfriend" and saying how "we're keeping her from him" even though she's unemployed and has basically been spending every waking minute with him for months. There was once a time when she was a teenager and we were visiting my grandma because she was really sick from her lungs filling up with fluid and that ENTIRE TRIP she was bitching and moaning about wanting to see her bf even right in front of our grandma

Can I just drop in that we were visiting her for several days and we barely got to do anything with her because 1) she kept trying to force us to hang out with her boyfriend 2) she kept refusing to take a shower and put on clean clothes and 3) she would barely hold a conversation and needed everything repeated to her like it was so bad we're wondering if she has undiagnosed ADHD or if she's just using so much stuff she's going braindead and 4) she slept like the whole time and I don't know if that's from drinking or weed but literally, she stays up extremely late and then sleeps all day

I feel shitty because our visit was probably just extremely stressful for her. I tried. I took us out to dinner and I took us all to a movie and im trying to have conversations with her and then later on in the trip she just snaps that we aren't even asking any questions about how she's been doing? When we've been trying to talk to her the whole time? She just perceives things differently now, through her own lens.

There was.... one point when my mom was trying to talk to her and she's just being pissy and weird and my mom just breaks down crying saying "why won't you talk to me? Did I do something wrong? Tell me what I can do to help you"

And my sister is just like "are you serious?" Like she doesn't even understand or CAN understand why mom's upset and then doubles down by "you guys are just overwhelming me, I have anxiety and ptsd and I don't like to talk on the phone and listen to voicemails" and then she starts listing off all the terms and conditions to speaking with her, how you have to text her and ONLY text her (because that way she can control the conversation and can ignore you or disappear whenever she wants), don't text her too many messages at once, don't ask specific questions, don't talk to her before 9pm, meanwhile my mom is just crying trying to communicate with her and she's emotionless, even annoyed

At one point during the trip I just snapped at my sister because she was just sitting there being a massive cunt. She was refusing to shower so we could go out and have fun because "i don't have any clean clothes, they're all at my boyfriend's and I don't know where he is and he has the keys to my apartment" (turns out he keeps his house completely unlocked anyways so she literally had no excuse for not letting us go get her clean clothes) so then we literally run out and buy her new clothes to wear as a surprise and that infuriated her for some reason? She wouldn't even look at them? The very first words out of her mouth were "are you trying to force me to wear a bra in public" and when mom kind of chuckled yes she's IMMEDIATELY "no, then fuck you"

So after bickering with her for a few minutes of her refusing to fucking bathe I just snapped. I said "mom put your shoes on, we're taking her back to her fucking boyfriend" and we got into this big heated argument where I said a lot of things but so did she. At one point im like "you're a monster, you're acting like a monster, look what you're doing to our mother"

And later on after she stormed out of the hotel and calling a lyft, she uses the excuse that "oh if I had been actually talking to her I would know that being yelled at triggers her ptsd and her abusive ex used to do that to her all the time" but like, mom and I agree that she was actively looking for an excuse to leave anyways. She found fault in everything we did from the moment we got there.

She's just stuck in this opinion that we don't care about her and that's coloring her view of every single thing we do, while also simultaneously demanding our support. when my mom asks questions about her wellbeing she interprets it as my mom being controlling and implying she's a loser. Or the opposite where she takes absolutely no responsibility for her actions. At one point my mom said something like "Emily im just worried about you going out to bars at night without covering up" and she, without flinching, replies "well neither of the times I was raped was for what I was wearing, so :)" like genuinely said it with so much sass and venom and a smile like she was making some kind of point

Like. Emily. Genuinely what kind of fucking logic is that, for one, and for two, it's not even true. From what I understand one of the times she was attacked was because she was hanging out with men she didn't even know doing coke with them without underwear on and she fell asleep there. Like. She's gotten to the point where she uses all the horrible things that have happened to her as an excuse to keep being dangerous. It's like some professional victimhood shit, she won't tell you the details but she'll throw it in your face like a weapon, she repeatedly threw up the fact she was assaulted AS A WEAPON to make us feel guilty, and then demands sympathy and support

Well I'm sorry but guess what. If you have all this trauma and anxiety and ptsd for years and years and YEARS and you're not even trying to do something about it and are even continuing to put yourself in danger, then why should I have any sympathy. Why should I throw myself on the ground at her feet begging for forgiveness for not knowing about something she didn't tell me about? How can she complain i never talk to her when she demands only to be texted and can't even hold a proper conversation?

Like. I'm almost done with this huge ass post, I'm just, like you said I'm grieving the loss of the person I used to know and I'm worried that someday very soon I will be ACTUALLY grieving her. But I was trying to ask her fun questions to try and connect with her and show an interest in her? At one point im like "hey sometimes I think about learning new things or new hobbies just for fun. Like I bought a soapmaking kit and an embroidery kit to do crafts because I thought that would be neat. Is there anything you think would be fun to learn?"

And she just shut me down "haha there's nothing I'm good at" nd just went right back to her phone and ignored me when I asked "ok but hypothetically if you could learn anything just for fun what would it be? Just hypothetically?". Just gave me fucking nothing at all.

And then, like, she was trying to force us to hang out with her boyfriend when he's a stranger and also we came to visit HER, SHE'S the one we haven't seen in years, but we were still talking to her about him and asking questions to try and show an interest in him to try and be supportive? And she got mad over that too. "You can ask all these questions about him but you can't actually meet him" yeah honey because youre 27 and he's almost 40 and he's taking advantage of you during an extremely emotionally vulnerable point in your life and we don't approve and quite frankly if it was legal I would beat him within an inch of his life

I'd also like to point out that even though she has her own shitty apartment, she's apparently staying with him in his family home where he lives and shares the house with, uh, we don't even know how many people? Soy sister is living with her boyfriend who still lives with his Guatemalan Catholic family who I'm sure does not appreciate her walking around without a bra and nipple piercings, and my sister even admitted his mother will knock on the door and stop them when they're having noisy sex in her house. Also just like, there are men and other people in the home who are not even related to her boyfriend and she doesn't seem to conceptualize how disrespectful, gross, and dangerous it is to always be half naked in front of other people? She's my own sister and even I'M like "please stop being such a whore"

Just. God. I want to help her but she doesn't see a problem. Or the problems she does see you're not allowed to comment on while she plays victim and demands sympathy. I hate it. I feel disgusted. I feel used. I feel like she considers me an ATM she can dump all her feelings and trauma onto and unconditional love and support comes back out and I can't do that anymore. It's why I stopped talking to her. At this point I don't know whether to keep her at arms length or just completely cut her out. I hate this. I was already struggling with my mental health and this doesn't help. It really doesnt.

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