#she is at her boyfriends and she explicitly told me to contact her if I need it and when the roles were reversed I said the same and meanti

[caseys-breanna]

Ok I just finished rewatching The Rundown Job and so far I have -

The most ridiculously peacocking display of competence porn. What do you mean "'sup Eliot." What do you mean "who needs luck". Where is your damn shame? Where is hundred more episodes of just like this? 10/10 worth every watch.

'I've got a hacker *enter bf*, and a thief *enter gf*'

Only Parker noticing 'too many cops'. It's such a cool detail throughout the show how observant she is just offhandedly, unlike Eliot who observes actively.

Parker pretending to promptly fall asleep as soon as they're in the truck, only to have the handcuffs off in seconds.

"What do they say about me? I hope they gave me a cool nickname." I'll bet all the kudos on my most popular fic that he hacks into his own pentagon file regularly to make up his own nickname.

"Hell your girlfriend's already out of the cuffs" *Parker smiling and sliding them off* AND IT'S DIRECTED NOT TO HARDISON, HER EXPLICITLY STATED BOYFRIEND, BUT AT ELIOT, THEIR BOYFRIEND.

Putting Hardison in those glasses. Those damn glasses. I need a glass of water jfc it's hot in here

'For better or worse, we change together'. Aaaaaand that's on wedding vows.

"I'll drive." "Hold on." "Exactly." "No, I mean hold on. (Our gf is a former gateway car driver)". "Oh. Oh you mean. Yeah."

The hand on the wrist and eye contact and saying 'I'm not afraid. I got the best thief and the smartest guy I know chasing this guy'

HAND ON THE BACK OF THE NECK AND PULLING CLOSER 'HEY LISTEN TO ME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST GUY I'VE EVER KNOWN HARDISON I NEED THAT BRAIN TO GET ME TO HIM. GET ME TO HIM'. Screaming crying frothing at the mouth et cetera et cetera

Figuring out the job TOGETHER

This is Hardison. Hardison likes his personal space. These are Parker and Eliot. Parker and Eliot also like Hardison's personal space.

The eyes on each other's lips during unlocking doors and saying thank you

'Kiss for luck?' the sequel: love boogaloo

HACKING THE MF CAR HORN WITH AN SOS THROUGH A MOBILE PHONE

"BOOM MY BOY THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!" first of all that's his boy so jot that down

Also side note this episode shows the fascinating way Hardison uses his brain and I wish we saw more of it because it's fascinating how he derives what he does from the few bits of data he gathers

"He's on the train!" "Yeah well so am I." "When you pick him out of the crowd-" "No. I'm ON the train! 🙄 Never mind..."

Two good ole boys behind the wheel 🎶 chasing the target and their gf in a million dollar car 🎵 two good ole boys-

*Hanging by her fingertips from a running train roof almost mashed into pulp by signage" WOOOOOO HOOOOO

The way Parker picks him out, not by using thief sense, but mastermind sense that he's immune -> got vaccinated -> pain in the arm. Brilliant way to pick someone out from a crowd while not raising panic

Keeping him talking till she takes the briefcase that he HANDCUFFED to himself right under his nose. How? Well, she's Parker.

"I kept one diamond. Sorry." I love her

Finally "kiss for luck" the trilogy comes to an end

*casually endangers self* "Fire is the only thing that kills it right?"

"Don't do that to me, I can't lose you. Do you understand? I can't lose you. Don't scare me like that. I can't-"

Eliot Spencer: *Barks 'Alright!' at the guy touching him to literally patch up his bullet wound.* Also Eliot Spencer: *ditches crutches so he can lean on his girlfriend and boyfriend*

"I work with them now." Would you like to stay for dinner? "Honor among thieves? Something like that." WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER??!!!

"I don't do hospital." "I told you, he takes getting shot very lightly." Uh huh, you know what I smell? LOVE. In the air! Might be some blood from those bullet wounds too ig.

What a show.

#leverage #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker leverage #jace.txt #leverage ot3 #eliot x parker x hardison #hitter hacker thief #'we change together' #the rundown job

[ozzgin]

Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou I’m not sure if u do character x yn x character tho

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff

Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!

Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats

Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea

[Main Story] [General Headcanons]

Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.

"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.

"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."

"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"

The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.

"I see. That's good."

"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."

"That's good."

Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.

"You okay?"

Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.

They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.

The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldn’t care less. He’s always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.

The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.

***

You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. It’s the first time he’s come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to “interrogate” some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. He’d completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.

It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not-”

You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitou’s hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the stranger’s chest heaved in short convulsions.

“-intruding.” You mumbled, regaining your speech.

He messed up, didn’t he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He can’t blame you if you’re now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and you’ve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? “Hey, I know I threatened to chop you up and you’ve now witnessed firsthand I’m a legit murderer, but, uh…I have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?”

You’re terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. It’s not that you relished in the torment of another. It’s the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitou’s imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. You’re scared of your shamelessness. It can’t be normal. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.

“I’ll be on my way then”, the yakuza announces politely.

Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize you’ve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.

To hell with it.

“I might say something terribly inappropriate right now, but…”

“Sorry?” He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Do you have anything planned after this?” You ask quietly.

“N-no?”

“Would you mind staying over?”

“Huh? Sure…w-what for?” His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.

“You know…” Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.

He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.

“You’ll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). I’m not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.”

Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.

“What wrong idea?”

Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.

“Well, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.” He reveals with a stutter.

“Suppose I’d be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?” You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.

The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. It’s yearning. Your knees weaken.

“Don’t tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.”

You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.

“I’m dead serious.”

He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.

“Are you? There’s no going back after this. Can you handle it?” His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.

Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you don’t notice the movement back towards the seating area.

As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that you’re kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.

“G-go on, please.” You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. “I really can’t wait anymore.”

“As you wish, Miss.” He reassures you with a grin.

He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You don’t have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.

“Look at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.” He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. “Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?”

You nod erratically.

The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.

“Hey, don’t pass out now.” He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. “Not before you show me that you understand your situation. You’re mine. Is that clear?”

He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.

“Attagirl.” He concludes, satisfied.

In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes you’re no longer asleep.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“I will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise I’m fine.”

He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You can’t help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. It’s a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.

Although it’s no secret, really. It’s you.

***

“Thanks for driving me home, Kazuya.”

You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.

“Huh?” You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. “It’s still locked.”

The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasn’t even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.

Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Family’s honor, his freedom. Women aren’t exactly on that list, yet somehow, you’ve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and he’s realizing it just now. It’s becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the things…He’d give Daitou the world. But not you. He can’t. He can’t.

“Kazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.”

“Say, (Y/N) …ever fucked in a car before?”

“What?” You ask, baffled.

“Come here for a moment.” He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.

“Are you out of your mind?”

He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.

“I’m only going to ask once.”

You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.

“Someone’s in a sour mood, that’s for sure”, you complain. “It’s not even loaded.”

“Even I’m not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.” He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. “I thought it’d be more threatening that way.”

He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.

“Can you truly blame me when there’s such a pretty girl right before my eyes?” The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. “Won’t you let me prove myself?”

From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. It’s not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and you’re presently his victim.

His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.

“May I?” He glances up at you with a pleading expression. “I won’t be able to hold back afterwards.”

You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you can’t currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.

“Go ahead.” You finally confess.

He doesn’t hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.

One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.

“My, you’re already dripping. How lewd.” He whispers between breaths. “Do you want it now?”

He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.

“Well then, can’t forget our manners, can we?” He announces, visibly excited. “What should I do?”

You glare at him, feverish.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.”

Why, this…You lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.

“Oh, I’ve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).” He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. “Now say that you’re mine. Please. Please say it.”

“I’m…ah…I’m all yours, Kazuya.” You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.

“That’s my girl. Such a good girl.”

Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Can’t leave a lady all disheveled, after all.

“Won’t Daitou be upset?” You point out, somewhat anxiously.

His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.

“That’s one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another man’s name.”

“I’m just…” your words trail off.

“What? Worried? You think I can’t handle it or something?”

Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, you’re rather certain they’d end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.

“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

He sighs loudly.

“I’ll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. But…just because it’s Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.”

Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.

“Aren’t you glad I’m such a diplomat, Love?”

“More like batshit crazy, both of you.” You retort, stretching.

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[gavisuntiedboot]

Whenever you have the time could you write about Gavi with a gf that is a bit reserved and touch starved, her love language is physical touch but she doesn't initiate it with Gavi because her ex always told her she is clingy and annoying so she's insecure about it, so Gavi tries to show her it's okay by always cuddling her, or touching her in any way. And then over time she starts to initiate the cuddling/touching and Gavi is so proud and happy because she finally feels comfortable with him

Your writing is amazing btw, I've decided to wait for you to finish Just Pretend completely to continue reading it because whenever I finish the last chapter you post I get so sad because the next one isn't out yet and I can't live in the agony of not knowing what happens next

Pls hold my hand

"Princess, why do you have a sweatshirt that says ‘clingy’ on it?”

You looked over to Gavi, who plopped himself down on the couch next to you, grabbing the remote to cue the Netflix show the two of you had been watching for the last several weeks, eager to finally watch another episode, as the two of you held your shared series’ to a sacred standard. With only two episodes left of the latest “Drive to Survive”, you didn’t want to delay the experience with too much conversation.

"Just and inside joke between me and my friends.” You said, avoiding eye contact and focusing on the bag of m&m’s in front of you.

“Your friends think you’re clingy?” He asked, turning to face you as his hoodie slipped from his head, messy brown locks on full display. One of the things you adored about Pablo was how much he was always trying to protect you and look out for you. You weren’t really be confrontational, and this lead to some mistreatment and being pushed over at times by those close to you. Well, you used to. Since you and Pablo started dating about 8 months ago, he had been there to defend you against people who wanted to take advantage, and often was the voice reminding you to stick up for yourself.

“No no, it’s not them. It’s … something to do with my ex boyfriend. Do you still want to know?”

Gavi tensed at this. Despite you never saying anything explicitly negative about your boyfriend, all the stories Gavi heard made him hate the man with a burning passion. He had slowly but surely messed you up in so many ways, and now as Pablo worked to slowly unravel the knots tightened around your heart, he couldn’t help but curse the man that tied them to begin with.

“Yeah. You can tell me.”

You shifted in your seat, rather uncomfortable with the topic, but not wanting to lie to your boyfriend.

“Well, remember that little love languages quiz I made you do? Well I did mine like years ago, and I got physical touch. Which makes sense right because that’s one of yours and we seem to be getting along pretty well.” Gavi giggled at this, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and causing you to tense.

“Well, my last boyfriend wasn’t super into like… touching? Fuck that sounds sexual. I mean he didn’t really like being touched or cuddling or all that couple stuff. Didn’t like holding hands either. And like this one time, he was watching something on his computer and I was feeling bold or whatever and tried to sit on his lap — he hated that though. He liked pushed me onto the floor and told me to stop being clingy.” You forced out a laugh, trying to lighten the mood and soften the look of horror that had occupied Gavi’s face.

“That was actually why I broke up with him. Anyways I didn’t hug any of my friends for a month after that, and when they finally confronted me and I told them why, they got this made me for me. See, look at the sleeve,” you said, stretching out your arm to show him the ‘pls hold my hand’ embroidered on the sleeve. “So now whenever I’m in my clingy sweatshirt, my friends give me a ton of hugs and stuff. It’s funny. I think.” You say, winching slightly by the fact that Pablo’s eyebrows are still pushed together in anger.

He muttered his grievances about your boyfriend while cuddling closer to you, pulling you into his chest. Your cheeks warmed as they were pressed against Gavi’s beating heart. Despite the long time you had been dating Pablo, you still were shy when it came to initiating any sort of affection. You were too scared of annoying him and pushing him further away. So you remained shy and reserved, only responding to the touches he initiated.

“Give me your hand, silly. Never been with a girl who came with instructions before. Maybe I should get you a pair of panties that say-“ his sentence abruptly ended with a pillow to the face. You giggled, trying to pull away from his grasp, but he just pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you now.

“Oh no no princesa. You’re not going anywhere. Now hush and make mean comments about Verstappen with me.”

~

Over the next few weeks, Pablo had made an active effort to make you more comfortable with being physical with him. Whenever the two of you were out, he held your hand or had you two link arms. He hugged you and kissed you on the cheek or forehead, asking, “you don’t want to give me a kiss back, Amor?” Puppy dog eyes and adorable pout on display, you coyly returned the peck to his jutted out lip. He smiled widely, teeth almost blinding you. He returned with an attack, kissing you across both cheeks, and ending with a searing kiss to the lips.

His favorite time was when you two watched shows together. He would always pull you in close, cuddling with you next to him on the couch. He would lean close and whisper his comments about the show into your ear, making your skin erupt in goosebumps as his breath famed over. He would press kisses into your temples, breathing in the sweet smell of your hair, and reminding you how much he loved being around you.

“You’re so warm amor - my personal furnace. I love it.”

“Your skin is so soft, feels so nice.”

“I wish I never had to get up from beside you.”

After three weeks of hand holding, kisses, and encouragement, you finally found the confidence to approach Gavi to heal your touch starvation. You put on your clingy hoodie again, laying out snacks on the coffee table and firing up her Netflix.

“Princesa I’m here! Where are you?”

Running to the door, you wrapped both arms around Gavi’s neck, pulling him into you and greeting him with a firm kiss. As he recovered from the unexpected greeting, you informed him that you would be in the living room pulling up a new series. He followed closely after kicking off his shoes, and peeling off his Barca jacket, picking up the hoodie you had laid out for him.

“Did you change shampoos? Used to be peach and now it’s strawberry.”

“How could you tell?” You asked, grabbing some drinks as Pablo got comfy on the couch. He crossed his arms across his chest, legs spread and back slumped.

“My clothes smell different around the shoulders. That’s usually where your wet hair sits.” He looked over at you, watching your eyes go wide. “Amor, you know I love you, stop being surprised when I actually act like it. Now what are we watching?”

Taking a deep breath, you walked back over. You grabbed the remote, pressing play.

“The new season of Black Mirror is out and I’m dying to see it. Heard this one is creepier than normal.” As you explained, you walked over to Gavi. Before he could move to make space for you on the sofa, you draped yourself over his lap. Your legs were to his side, back pressed to his chest. Your arms wrapped around his torso, and you laid your head on his shoulder. ‘Deep breaths it’s okay he’s not going to push you off.’

Pablo was stunned for a moment, so much so that he remained motionless. Once the shock wore off and he felt your slight tremble, he brought his muscled arms around you, pulling you tightly against him, soft lips pressing to your pulse point and freeing a soft gasp from your throat. He rested his head atop yours, the pressure and warmth comforting and familiar.

“Look at you being bold cariño. If I knew it would get you to sit in my lap we would’ve done this months ago.” You giggled softly in response, turning to face him. You rested your forehead against his, gazing deeply into the deep brown pools of his eyes. Leaning in, his lips eagerly met yours, refusing to release you. When you finally pulled away, you resumed your comfortable position in Pablo’s embrace. “I’m so proud of you, princesa.” The two of you fell into s comfortable silence, enjoying the show, squeezing each other tighter whenever things got intense.

“Can I get a matching clingy hoodie for whenever I want cuddles?” Pablo asked, smiling at you from above.

“I don’t think so, Pablito. You would never take it off.”

~~~

Guys I have the worst headacheeeeee but yay I posted!

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for asking a friend to cut someone off?

(please note this happened a bit ago, but ive been thinking about it)

Background: I, (genderfluid minor), broke up with my boyfriend, lets call him S, with the help of a few people who realised he was abusive. One of these people, lets call her B, was friends with both me and S when we were together and was one of the people that helped me break up with him.

A while after I broke up with S, I kept getting paranoia about B and S still being in contact, needless to say, they were. I asked B to cut S off because he'd been cyberstalking me using other people. B being one of them when me and S were together. B refused to cut him off because he'd helped her deal with a personal matter a bit before. B also said that S had gotten over me (which I soon learned he hadn't). Not long after, someone else stepped into the picture, and tried to help me and get B to cut off S. In the end B told me that she wasn't going to cut off S, and that I was a horrible friend and girlfriend (which I have explicitly stated before that I was not a girl), and that all I was doing was manipulating and guilt tripping. Then she blocked me.

Am I the asshole for wanting B to cut S off?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[ukrfeminism]

A police force was explicitly warned of a double murder by one victim days in advance, an official chronology obtained by the BBC shows.

Katie Higton and Steven Harnett were stabbed to death by Ms Higton's ex-partner Marcus Osborne at her home in Huddersfield on 15 May 2023.

Four days earlier, Ms Higton told West Yorkshire Police she feared Osborne would "seriously hurt or kill" her.

The force says "thorough reviews of the offences are being carried out".

The murder was reported at the very moment professionals were holding an urgent meeting to discuss the fears raised by Ms Higton, 27, and how to protect her and her four children.

Osborne, 34, has pleaded guilty to murder and other offences and sentencing at Leeds Crown Court is due to begin later.

The hearing comes a week after BBC Two's Newsnight reported that mothers of murder and manslaughter victims had accused West Yorkshire Police of failing to protect their children who had sought the force's help.

Newsnight's report said nine women in total had raised fears for their safety - and it can now be revealed that one of them was Ms Higton. Last week, in response to Newsnight, the force said it had since "implemented recommendations" and provided training to staff.

Police force 'failed' women who were killed

Because of Osborne's guilty plea, there has been no criminal trial. The detail of events leading up to the murder of Ms Higton and Mr Harnett can only be reported because the BBC obtained the official chronology.

The BBC has been through several court hearings, including the High Court, to be able to report this information.

Prof Jane Monckton Smith, a criminologist and expert in domestic homicide, said when she first saw the chronology: "The hairs on my neck stood up."

Even with the limited information available, she said she could see that Osborne "ticked every box" as an imminent domestic homicide risk because he had a history of coercive controlling behaviour and domestic violence, and had made specific threats.

'Kill us both'

Friends described Ms Higton as "bubbly", "fun" and a "great mum" to her four children.

She had been in a relationship with Osborne for several years, but left him in late April 2023. She was back in the family house without him by 11 May, at Harpe Inge - the main road in a 1950s council estate to the east of Huddersfield town centre.

On that day, she went to make a formal statement to West Yorkshire Police at the local station in Huddersfield. She told officers that on the previous day, she had spoken to Osborne and he had refused to accept they had broken up for good.

Ms Higton reported to the police that Osborne had hurt her and said he would "slit mine and the children's throats" if she told anyone "what he was like", according to the chronology. She felt he would "look for me and seriously hurt or kill me" if she did not go back to him.

Osborne had been jailed for violent offences against previous partners. Ms Higton herself had been the victim of abuse in a previous relationship.

She told police that Osborne had warned that if she got another boyfriend, "he will kill us both".

Prof Monckton Smith has drawn up a "homicide timeline" based on her research into cases of domestic violence. She said Osborne was at "stage seven" of the timeline - the step before murder.

After reading about the case, she said: "I was horrified and deeply, deeply sad that all the signs were there."

The day after Ms Higton went to the police, on Friday 12 May, a social worker from Kirklees Council contacted her to offer "services" which she declined, the chronology shows. It is not stated what services these were - she might have been offered a place in a refuge, for instance.

Ms Higton agreed that she and the children would spend the weekend with relatives.

Police then arrested Osborne but released him shortly afterwards. He was served with a domestic violence protection notice, which meant he was not permitted to contact Ms Higton directly or indirectly or attend certain addresses and would be arrested if he breached these conditions.

Prof Monckton Smith said that in such circumstances, a domestic violence protection notice can escalate the risk instead of reducing it.

She believes police should have sought to detain Osborne, rather than arresting and releasing him. She also argues police need more powers to detain people who are "quite uniquely dangerous".

The following day, Sunday 14 May, Ms Higton went to the cinema with Mr Harnett, 25, whom she had recently met. She posted a photo of herself on social media. When they returned together to Harpe Inge, Osborne attacked them.

It was a "planned" attack that lasted "several hours", said Judge Guy Kearl KC, who presided when Osborne pleaded guilty on 5 July 2023. According to police, Osborne had attacked Ms Higton and Mr Harnett with a "bladed weapon" and also assaulted another adult at the home.

The next morning, Monday 15 May, professionals from police, the local authority and other agencies gathered to discuss the domestic abuse and threats reported by Ms Higton three days previously. This was an "urgent" meeting, according to the official record.

It was interrupted by a phone call to a police officer reporting the murder. The officer told the meeting that "a live and very serious domestic violence incident was taking place at the home address".

Police and paramedics had been called and found the bodies at the Harpe Inge home. Osborne was arrested later that day.

Last summer West Yorkshire Police acknowledged it had had contact with the victims prior to the attack and, as required, the force had reported itself to the Independent Office for Police Conduct (IOPC).

The IOPC said at the time this was a case in which the local force should carry out its own investigation and the IOPC would review it.

West Yorkshire Police said the IPOC had requested further inquiries which are now being carried out by the force's Professional Standards Directorate and it cannot comment further at this stage.

In a statement, the IOPC said the murders had caused "considerable concern" and that its thoughts were with the families of Ms Higton and Mr Harnett. The statement added that the IOPC's work was "ongoing" and that it would provide a response "as soon as we are in a position to do so".

The force said the murders of Ms Higton and Mr Harnett were "truly dreadful crimes".

If you have been affected by any of the issues in this story, information and support is available via the BBC Action Line .

#articles #mvawg #law

[haikyuuwaifu]

PT.3.5

Genre: Drama, Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drinking

MASTERLIST

Pt.3.5

Never thought that one day, I’d be losing you

“I can’t fucking believe him.” Y/n hissed, throwing her bag on the floor. Denki trailed behind her, fingers tapping away on his phone, his attention elsewhere. “Denks.” Y/n huffed, turning to look at her boyfriend. The blonde flickered his eyes up at her, before returning them back to his screen. As casually as he could, he shrugged, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. “It’s not Kiri’s fault Bakugo thought they were anything serious.” He supplied, missing the look of disgust that took over Y/n’s face. “What else was Bakugo supposed to think, when Kirishima told him all that bullshit about building a future together?” She hissed, taking a seat in the chair near her desk. “I’m on Kiri’s side in this fight babe. He never explicitly stated that he and Bakubro were a couple, and unless it’s been stated, it can’t be taken as anything serious.” Denki replied, eyes still focused on his screen. After minutes of silence, the blonde looked up to see Y/n staring at him. She looked contemplative, but hesitant as she searched the entirety of the blonde's face. “So what about us?” At her question, Denki let out a deep huff, a boyish grin taking over his features. “Baby, we’re us! We don’t need things like labels to define what we are.” He declared, shrugging his shoulders. “Kaminari.” Y/n began, folding her hands together. “What have we been doing this whole time?” Denki chanced a look at her, smiling sadly, before looking back at his phone. “We’ve been having a good time babe. You know I always have a good time with you.” Y/n felt her chest ache as she took in the man’s words. “That’s actually what I’ve been wanting to talk about.” He began, stuffing his phone in his pocket. “Kyouka has agreed to join the band permanently, and she and I get along so well. She’s so funny! And she’s so good at music!” Denki began, gushing about the girl Y/n had met months prior. “She just…she gets me in a way that no one else has ya know?” Denki whispered, looking over at Y/n. Y/n had tears trailing down her cheeks, her hands gripping tightly to each other. “I uh…I actually asked her out the other day…so this thing we’ve been doing,” Denki states, pointing between the two of them. “It’s gotta be done babe.” He mumbles, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “We’ll always be friends, but I really, really don’t want to lose my shot with Kyouka.” Standing up, Denki moves in to peck Y/n’s cheek, but she unclenches her hand and holds it out to stop him. “Don’t. Just get the hell out.” She whispered, voice small. Denki only sighs, moving to leave. “You’ll always be one of my best friends Y/n.” Denki grins, giving her finger guns as he makes his way out of her home. When Y/n heard the front door shut, she finally let herself sob.

One week later found Y/n moving the last of her boxes into her new bedroom. As much as she wanted to wallow, Bakugo refused to allow her to in the confides of the home she lived in right across from Denki’s parents. He knew the blonde still visited them often, too lazy to do his own laundry or cook his own food. After the disaster that was his and Kiri’s “break-up” Katsuki packed his things and with the help of his parents, found a new place to live. 

Standing in the living room of his new apartment, the blonde let out a long sigh. Y/n made her way out of her room and through the hallway, taking in everything she could about her new place. Touya was an excellent boss, the man having contacted his ultra rich father to take care of putting Y/n’s house on the market. He’d also given his two favorite employees two weeks off with pay. Katuski grumbled and griped, but Y/n appreciated the break. Making her way into the living room, she could see Katsuki looking outside the window. His parents had managed to secure the duo a condo in one of the best buildings in the city. The view outside was gorgeous with sunsets and vast city skyscrapers. Moving behind Katsuki, Y/n wrapped her arms around his chest and buried her face into his back. “Thank you Suki.” The blonde only grunted, giving her arms a squeeze. 

The sound of their apartment door clicking, forced both occupants to watch as the door swung open. Shinsou stood at the entrance, arms loaded with brown bags full of liquor. Behind him, one of the piercer’s at the shop was carrying grocery bags laden with a variety of drinks. “We’re getting drunk bitches, so buckle up!” Rumi shouted, waving her bags around. Behind her, Tomura let out a scoff, his hands full of take-out. “If you keep swinging that shit around, you’re gonna hit someone and if you hit me I’ll fucking knife you.” Rumi only scoffed, rolling her eyes. Katsuki let out an irritated huff, but Y/n simply gave him a squeeze as she let him go. Trailing the group of friends was Touya, his brother Natsuo, his sister Fuyumi, and her boyfriend Tai. He was a pastry chef, and Y/n was happy to see the man had his arms laden with treats. “You’re all a bunch of fucking idiots.” Katsuki griped, slapping Rumi’s hand away from a take-out container. Touya simply gave him the finger before going over to give Y/n a big bear hug. “You want me to kick his ass, just say the word.” The man whispered, causing Y/n to laugh. Natsuo and Fuyumi wrapped around the two of them, each whispering the same sentiment. 

Hours later, the group of friends were riding a good buzz, playing games and watching YouTube. Y/n had just finished her round of karaoke and Fuyumi had a contemplative look on her face. “If you and Katsuki are looking for a new band, our little brother is in one.” Katsuki let out a scoff, rolling his eyes. “Halfie isn’t in an actual band snowflake, he’s been trying to start one.” He muttered, taking a sip of his beer. “My childhood best friend is the front man, Deku.” “He’s pretty determined to start a band.” Natsuo mumbled, taking a bite of Tomura’s noodles. “Like we’d join some second rate band.” The blonde scoffed, as Y/n gave him a kick with her foot. “Don’t be rude Suki, they might actually be really good.” The blonde only rolled his eyes again, narrowly missing the pillow she threw at his face. Y/n looked over at Fuyumi and smiled. “Give us a little bit of time, and when we’re ready, we’ll see if it’s a good fit.” The other woman nodded, giving her a thumbs up before grabbing a free control. “Get ready to eat shit Nat.” she declared, causing her brother to scoff. Y/n looked over at Katsuki, and the blonde shot her the finger and wink. Y/n gave him the double finger salute and smiled. In time, she knew the two of them would be okay.

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#the one that got away #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha x female reader #denki #denki kaminari #denki x reader #denki x female reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x female reader

[stonersolana]

when you explain that you're looking for compassion and believing in the best in each other in a relationship and that you felt it was inappropriate to bring up how someone else's issues (they are unrelated to the problem) were worse and more valid than yours and that you have no right to be upset because you're the villain for things that they misunderstood you doing or just did themselves and blamed you for. they also accuse you of being codependent with your needs. so you try to repeat yourself on your expectations and boundaries in friendships (i will accept no less than someone at least putting in the effort or having the desire to have a healthy friendship) and that there was so much she did that i never asked for nor wanted but i accepted it because i didn't want to seem ungrateful so whatever codependency she felt we had must have been one sided because i explicitly remembered that i never made her responsible for my mental well-being, i did not actually like that she treated me like a child and i had been complaining about that for years in our friendship especially near the end of it. i was an adult and didn't appreciate being treated like a child. but i went along with it because i was willing to let her get away with it if that's what she felt she needed from our friendship. so i sent her a basic infographic about healthy relationships and how they work and noted that the things i had asked for were just basic healthy relationship things and that i have never at any point in our friendship wanted her to take care of me. i wanted us to be equals. she told me that she wasn't willing to put in that amount of effort for anyone and how her boyfriend is her family and her life and her purpose and how friends just weren't really a priority at all and they certainly never got close to the level of importance as her romantic relationship. like... she literally disagreed with treating people with basic respect because friendship wasn't worth that effort. so i told her i hope she heals that wound in her heart and that she can eventually move on from whatever caused it but that i refused to settle for less than a healthy friendship just because she doesn't know how to love anyone fully or put aside her pride. that i genuinely hope she heals and has a good life but to never contact me again because i don't care to see it. that whatever is going on with her that she's been running away from isn't my problem for her to project onto me. she doesn't get to assume my intentions or thoughts or feelings about anything when she never asked me once. but fine, she has every right to think whatever she wants about me regardless of how true it is because I'm not responsible for her feelings, especially not now and i would genuinely appreciate it if she never spoke to me again.

people in the thick of amanormativity who haven't deconstructed relationships with others who are strict monogamists are so fucking exhausting.

#sunbun speaks #thing 1 #i had been basically asking the same thing over and over for like 2 days because she would talk around the question #and never actually answered it so i just kept asking in different more clarifying ways #and we eventually got to her admitting that she only saw me as a child and that she always felt responsible for my feelings #and that she felt like she always had to fix me because i was helpless #and how that was MY fault because how could i FORCE her to watch me fail or starve or die #like... unless i specifically ask you for help with a problem just assume i don't want help #i wasn't forcing her to watch anything. i withdrew and hid in my room for the most part and never asked for her charity #that she would later use to insult me #i have been saying for YEARS that i do NOT want someone to save me or protect me from shit #how i just want someone to be there to go 'yeah wow that sucked. okay lets brush the dust off and try again later.' #like she literally would just do shit that i never asked for or wanted then got mad at me for 'forcing' her to do it #and i had to act grateful or she would call me difficult #by the end of the conversation i honestly just felt burnt out and pity #i should have found a way to discourage her more or just not accept what she was doing #i thought at least some of the stuff she did came from genuine care for me so it was easier to accept the rest because i figured #that it came from a place of love #but nope #i was just a project she couldn't fix that she scrapped despite me never asking her to fix me #i don't care if this makes sense #my super feminist best friend turned into a self-righteous tradwife with little compassion for others and even less for me #and built up this person in her head of who i was without ever asking me about any of it #so i'm just a ball of emotions rn #also there was the lowkey ableism despite her claiming to be neurodivergent (her only previous claim is that she #'had some autistic traits' and 'none of it ever effected me enough to be a hindrance on her life' #so it kind of felt like she only mentioned it to discredit how much autism and add makes me struggle #then there's just the fact that she 'didn't care' that i needed a cane to walk until it wasn't fun anymore and there wasn't an upside #she feels very much like a conservative wearing the skin of a leftist #like she parrots shit about anti ableism while being ableist and using her own mental illness as a shield against criticism

[puppiedotcom]

Sad sad whine 😔

Apparently my girl friend who I expressed sexual interest in has decided she isn't interested in having sex w me anymore??? And I only found this out bc her boyfriend was talking abt them looking for another girl since I "thought it would be better to just be friends" even though i was their "first choice"????? I stopped him and said "that's.... not what I said, but continue" so he finished his story and I didn't go back to the subject lol.

Obviously she and he both can change their minds at anytime, but it just would have been nice to have been told directly and explicitly that she didn't think it would work out. We didn't even discuss anything? I didn't even tell her what I talked about w my boyfriend??

....Which wasn't good, by the way lol. He didn't want me to have any contact w the boyfriend at all, etc. It was clear this wasn't exactly what they wanted but I wanted to at least try and work something out......

Now I feel really self-conscious and insecure bc what if I'm just too gross and ugly to her? What if women just aren't attracted to me bc I'm not enough of anything, feminine, masc, skinny, muscular, pretty? I know this is pretty unreasonable but it's been weighing on my mind/heart the past two days and it really sucks.

And I know my boyfriend pretty much adores me, thinks I'm cute and adorable and hot and sexy and so all this lamenting feels like im being ungrateful. And I do love him! But I still want to be desired by women and nb people and experience that and perhaps have a connection w more similar values and interests.

Idk. Just feeling really sad and craving attention/connection

#yambles #whine whine whine. i have it good i know i do

[srs09progress]

i will be using this blog to document my experience as a transmasculine nonbinary person navigating NHS gender care. i will talk about my progress, what i've noticed, what i've learned, and any other tips and tricks that i feel may be useful for other folks.

here's a little bit about me.

i have dissociative identity disorder, but for the sake of simplicity, this blog will be written in first person singular. where absolutely necessary, i may mention system members' specific identities. these will be tagged as #srs09:t:system. all system members welcome the body transitioning, even in cases where they would not transition were they a singlet.

i had thoughts as a child which i now recognise as gender dysphoria. while growing up, i explicitly told myself that i was not trans as i thought these thoughts were a result of growing up in a misogynistic world. when i was around 14 or 15, i found gender nonconforming communities and began to identify as genderfluid. over time, i began to use the term bigender. my presentation is generally androgynous. i do not consider myself ftm, but do use the term transmasuline when referring to my "end goal". it's appropriate to call me trans/transgender, nonbinary, bigender, and i do not mind being called a man/guy or a person/individual. i'm also fine with more joking or abstract/unusual terms like entity/construct/human/thing.

my goals:

start testosterone, probably at a lower dose to begin with. currently, i intend to maintain a testosterone-dominant body for life.

obtain lower surgery. currently, i'd prefer to start with meta, and get phallo later on.

obtain a chest reduction. currently, my upper dysphoria is not as significant as my lower dysphoria. i've heard that post-surgery some people experience an increase in other dysphoria as their focus shifts so i'm open to expecting this to change.

my timeline so far:

2015: began to actively consider myself trans. i came out to my closest friends. started using a different name on social media that wasn't facebook, places where i had few irl contacts. my boyfriend at the time bought me a binder. i attempted to come out to my mother, but the letter i wrote was too confusing and wordy, so she didn't really understand it but tried to affirm that she loves me.

late 2015/early 2016: updated my facebook profile with my name and pronouns. began to make yearly posts during pride month to assert my identity. also began to casually mention my identity where appropriate in conversation. i consider my social transition have started around this time, and consider that if people have me added and are not aware, it's on them.

2016-2017: started updating my name across institutions, starting with my college and bank.

2018-2019: started buying my own binders and packers.

August 20th 2019, referred by my GP to London Tavistock

2019: had a serious talk with my mother about being trans, and being clear that my goal is to physically transition. she admitted that the concept of nonbinary confuses her, but that she supports me and my transition.

April 2022: obtained my first id with my new name.

June 2022: Tavistock requested bloods for the first time.

September 19th 2022, i asked my GP for a bridging prescription for testosterone. she said she'd research it and get back to me. had a conversation with my mother about breaking the news to my dad as this will impact the near future.

#srs09:p:about #nonbinary #lgbtq community #trans uk #uk trans #transgender uk

[self-shippy]

There's Nothing to Worry About

Engagement fic with Reigen and my oc Fukuro -w-

They were acting weird.

They were all acting weird.

Fukuro wasn’t really worried about Reigen acting weird. She’d been worried the first few times, but she learned that it usually meant her boyfriend had something romantic planned for her and was just terrible at keeping secrets. In those times, she’d either be patient or, if she was still worried, ask Mob, who would nonchalantly tell her what Reigen’s plans were.

But this time, Mob was acting weird, too. Fukuro had asked what Reigen was up to, but Mob started to shake and stutter, unable to form any sort of sentence. She eventually just dropped the subject to get Mob back to his normal self.

It was a similar experience with the others, too. Fukuro asked Tome about it, and she vaguely told her that there was nothing to worry about, with a smirk on her face that said the exact opposite. Fukuro asked Dimple about it, and he started laughing to himself, then flew away. Of course, asking Reigen up front wasn’t an option either. He hurriedly told Fukuro that there was nothing to worry about, droplets of sweat dripping down his face, then left the scene entirely.

It was getting to the point where Fukuro needed answers. She decided to regularly hang out at Spirits and Such, hoping that someone would be all alone at some point. Eventually, she was rewarded for her efforts. She didn’t know why Reigen wasn’t there, but since school was still in session for Mob and Tome, and Dimple was following the former around, it was just her and Serizawa, who was trying to avoid eye contact.

“So,” she started, keeping her gaze on her phone, “Arataka’s been acting weird, hasn’t he?”

Serizawa gulped. He was in on it, too, it seemed.

Fukuro continued. “I mean, I know it shouldn’t be anything to worry about, but I can’t help having this nagging feeling that it is.”

This was mean. She knew this was mean. But it was the only way she could feel at ease with everything going on.

Fukuro finally looked up at Serizawa, whose eyes were drilling a hole into his desks.

“Serizawa.”

He finally looked over to Fukuro. His whole body was trembling.

“We’ve been friends since before either of us knew Arataka. I trust you more than anyone else. If you look at my face and tell me that there’s nothing for me to worry about, then I’ll drop this subject for good.”

At those words, Serizawa’s shaking slowed down a bit more, and his gaze shifted just underneath Fukuro’s eyes. He took a deep breath.

“There-”

“Ah, sorry I was late!” Reigen’s voice made the two of them jump a little as they saw him walk into the room. And now that he was here, Fukuro wouldn’t be able to get a straight answer out of Serizawa.

“Hm? Why do you two look so serious?”

Serizawa’s shaking started up again. It was up to Fukuro to come up with a lie. “We were reminiscing about our time in Claw, but we started uncovering some heavier topics than we meant to. It’s a good thing you came in when you did!”

For a brief moment, Reigen side-eyed his girlfriend, but quickly closed his eyes and nodded his head, muttering incoherent “yes”s and “I see”s. And after that, the subject was dropped. Fukuro stayed a bit longer, but as she left the small office, Reigen called out to her.

“Don’t forget dinner tonight!”

“I won’t!”

That dinner. Reigen had made reservations for a fancy restaurant tonight. At first, Fukuro thought that was the reason he was acting weird, but he told her about it explicitly. He wouldn’t be acting that way about something that wasn’t a secret. She thought that maybe he was planning to do something at dinner. Something that he told everyone else to keep a secret, as well. Something big.

She tried to shake the thought out of her mind, but it was too late. No matter how much she lied to herself, she had her hopes up.

Hours passed, and before Fukuro knew it, it was time to go to dinner with Reigen. She had on a dark green dress with small sequins around the neck. She sat down on the couch, tapping her shoes. “Oh, come on, ‘Taka!” she called out from the living room. “You’re the one who told me to get ready early!”

“I know, I know,” he called back from the restroom. “I didn’t think it would take this long for me.”

Fukuro rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t falter. How could it? Her boyfriend was so dorky, despite how hard he tried to hide it.

Finally, Reigen stepped out from the restroom door. His usually fluffy hair was slicked back, and in place of his usual suit was a black one. Once he locked eyes with Fukuro, his cheeks flushed.

“Wow.”

Reigen’s comment made Fukuro giggle. “I could say the same to you,” she said, then nudged her head towards the door. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to see what the food is like!”

The night truly was wonderful. Everything that Reigen had picked out was of the highest quality, from the food at the restaurant to the other stores that it shared a plaza with. Reigen himself also stepped up his romanticism, being the sweetest that Fukuro had ever seen him. There was only one problem: the man was sweating bullets the whole evening. If Fukuro had any doubts left that this dinner was where Reigen’s secret was going to be revealed, those beads of sweat crumbled them.

Finally, Reigen had driven the two home, and they were right outside of their apartment. Fukuro unlocked the door, but before she stepped inside, Reigen put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Fukuro turned around to see him the sweatiest he had been the whole night.

“Look, I…” he started, “I, um… I love you. I know you already know that, but I mean, I really, really love you. And I… I want…”

Fukuro had been around Reigen long enough to know that he talked with his whole body. When his mouth moved, his arms followed, and his legs changed positions every so often. That’s why Fukuro was so stunned to see Reigen frozen, completely still. As his mouth kept moving, trying to actually say what was on his mind, his body just trembled ever so slightly.

Eventually, after a long minute of hearing Reigen trip over his words, Fukuro gently placed her hands on his shoulders. His voice suddenly cut off, and his eyes moved to meet Fukuro’s.

“Arataka,” Fukuro said. “I think I know what you’re going to ask. And if I’m right, then it’s a question I’ve been wanting you to ask for a while. But I won’t give you my answer until you ask me.” She slowly lifted her hands, placing them at her side again. “You can do this.”

Once Fukuro finished her small speech, Reigen’s body stopped trembling as hard. He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes shut. His shaky hand reached into his back pocket, and his wobbly legs bent down into a kneel. The hand brought out a little box, and when it opened, a ring was inside.

“Will you marry m-”

Fukuro didn’t let him finish as she pulled his lips into a kiss. When she let go, she whispered, “Yes,” before pulling him in again. She held onto the back of Reigen’s head like her life depended on it as she kept him in her arms, kissing him over and over again.

“How-” Reigen tried to say in between kisses, “how are… you so eff… effortlessly… cool?”

Fukuro finally left Reigen’s lips. “Effortless? Do you know how hard it was to not cut you off from that rambling to say that I’d love you forever and ever?” She went in for another kiss, but it was shorter than the others had been. “Ever since you started acting weird about that dinner, I wanted to tell you that I wanted to marry you, but I knew you would beat yourself up if you didn’t get the chance to ask me properly.”

The two shared a few more kisses, then finally let go to enter their apartment. They got ready for bed, then laid down.

“You know, Tome was right,” Fukuro said.

“Hmm?”

“While you were acting weird, I asked if anything was up with you. She said that there was nothing to worry about. I didn’t believe her because she gave me a face that said the opposite, but I guess she was right.”

Reigen gave out a laugh. “Was I really being that obvious?”

“You’re always that obvious when you have something romantic planned,” Fukuro laughed back. “But it’s something I’ve come to love. Now, we should probably go to sleep. Goodnight, Arataka.”

“Goodnight, Fukuro.”

#YIPPEE I FINALLY GOT THIS WRITTEN

[0nlinejournal]

10/17/2022 9:57pm

Man oh man does work drain my energy. I'm wasn't even on the saw at all today and I'm still pooped. Today was an all around good day, though. Didn't have work on the table saw, got to do one of my favorite tasks during the second half of work, got to see the boyfriend for a bit, AND got to come back home WIIIITH time to read before bed. Honestly, what more could I ask for? Oh oh, annnnd it's my coworker's week to clean the tattoo shop so I don't have to worry about it!! OOOOOOOoooooweeeeeee I'm so excited for this week!

Wednesday is my friend's birthday. I've mentioned her before but I forgot what alias I gave her. But I'm SO stoked to give her her presents. I think she's really going to like a couple of them. We're all going to dinner Wednesday and then my other friend, who is the bday girl's best friend, is throwing a surprise party Saturday. I'm actually really excited to hang with everyone. I hope my excitement stays consistent. Sam (I think that's the name I gave her previously) is going to the surprise party, and it's ruffling more feathers than we initially anticipated.

Sam has once again been talking about things she has been explicitly asked to not talk about. Very sensitive information involving a couple and their personal business, and since Sam knows what's going on she's waltzing around talking shit about the girlfriend. I'm closer with this couple than I am with her, and I think so is everyone else, and while everyone doesn't know the details of Sam's new dislike of the girlfriend, they don't appreciate Sam talking about something we know she was told not to talk about. It's incredibly irritating. I don't really understand. We are all adults, and if someone needs to work out a situation that you might know about but don't actually hold any stake in, then don't involve yourself?? Sam really really doesn't need to be involved.

Anyway, she's going to be at the party, and so is this couple. Hopefully she doesn't behave weird. I feel bad for her a bit because her behavior is staring to bite her in the ass. She's been feeling isolated and like her friends don't really like her. Which isn't completely true, but she's not on great standing with everyone, sure. But it's literally the consequences of her own actions. God, she does this thing every once in a while where she posts a long rant on snapchat or instagram about being sad and no one being there for her, and while I know what it's like to feel that way and to post about it, something always feels off. I learned why not too long ago.

See, if I make a sad post, I just need to share my sad. I'm not necessarily looking for everyone who sees that post to contact me. I don't really even want anyone to respond, I just want to share feelings and let people know where my mind is at sometimes. I'm not testing my friends. But she is. She told me once that she pays attention to who sees her shit and who responds to it. It doesn't have to be much, to her credit. It could just be a heart, or something, anything. But, if she considers you a friend, and you don't respond she notices and holds on to it. She even will post a public thank you to those that did respond, most likely to make those that didn't feel bad. Is that not strange behavior? Like, am I crazy for thinking that's crazy? Some people are uncomfortable with social media, some people would rather say something in person, some people might have a skewed perception of their relationship with you. There are so many reasons someone might not respond to something like that. I don't know.

Man, I didn't know I had so much to say about this. I think I'm going to log off. I'd like to read a bit before I pass out.

10:22pm

#October #october 17 2022 #online journal #journal blog #daily entry #tumblr journal #personal

[0809wrld]

pairings: hongjoong x fem reader, ot8 x fem reader

cw: degrading and dehumanizing language (reader referred to using ‘it’ sometimes)

mentions of: free use, creampie, double penetration, collaring and leashing, blowjobs, facials, cockwarming

a/n: if this looks familiar it’s because it’s a revised and fem ver of this :3 male ver here! also who’s saying what is explicitly named in this version

You’ve been in this position for god knows how long. It’s a bit uncomfortable, but with all the eyes on you and Hongjoong’s hands feeling you up, it’s easy to forget the ache at times.

This was something you and Hongjoong had discussed for a while—it was something you had brought up first, actually. Shocking your boyfriend, but the devious smirk on his face told you he was on board and loved the idea as well.

That’s how you’ve ended up here, sitting on Hongjoong’s dick, legs spread wide so everyone can get a good view of how your cunt sometimes clenches around him. One hand gripping your cheeks to keep you facing the 7 men staring at you, the other playing with your clit. Sometimes the others give orders to you or Hongjoong—but they’re mostly to you.

“I want to see the slut play with her nipples.”

And when Hongjoong notices you don’t follow the suggestion, he slaps your clit, saying you need to listen through gritted teeth. Immediately, you do as you were told, subconsciously biting your lip to keep your moans in.

“Aht aht, we want to hear you.”

“Hongjoong, she needs a little help, hm?”

You can already feel Hongjoong positioning himself so he can fuck into you.

“Why are you trying to be quiet? You fucking wanted this, wanted to show yourself off and be a slut for everyone to see. That’s what you said.” He growled lowly in your ear, his words and the stimulation making you let out small whimpers and moans.

“What was that joong? What did she say?”

“She said she wanted to be a slut for you. Not even her own boyfriend, but for you,” Hongjoong chuckled when he answered. He wasn’t upset, the idea did arouse him a lot, but it just added to the humiliation you wanted to feel right now.

Asking your own boyfriend to treat you like a slut in front of his friends, wanting his friends to join in on it too and not just be voyeurs. And maybe, if the situation allows for it, toy with your body and use it to get off, however they want to. And right now, you definitely aren’t opposed to it.

You’re not allowed to speak unless Hongjoong demands it, that was part of what you two discussed beforehand, but you did come up with a signal if you needed to say something. You tap his thigh two times, craning your neck to whisper to him. When you’re done, you see his devilish smirk.

“It wants to know how you’d all play with it.” Hongjoong grabs your face again so you’re only able to make eye contact with everyone, cunt clenching at the treatment and dehumanizing language.

“Definitely would fuck her full of my cum, want to see it drip out her cunt,” Seonghwa speaks up first.

“Shit, I was thinking the same,” Yunho said, his hips bucking a bit.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t mind taking us at the same time, huh?”

“From the way it just spasmed on my cock, she’d love it. Greedy little thing.”

“You wanna know how I’d play with you?” Jongho asks, making direct eye contact with you and holding it.

Hongjoong, still with the grip on your cheeks, nods your head for you.

“Your nipples seem so sensitive baby. I’d just play with them and watch you leak. Maybe if you beg enough I’ll touch you somewhere else.”

“Isn’t that nice angel? Tell Jongho thank you.”

You somehow manage to thank him, though your voice is very small.

Yeosang snaps his fingers to get your eyes on him, “my turn. I’d keep you at my feet, collared and leashed. Always there and ready to suck my cock any time I want. Maybe I’d fuck your cunt too if I want to get my dick wet in a different way.”

“Look at me,” Mingi demands, “I want the slut to cockwarm me. Playing with her nipples sounds like a good idea too, see how long she can last before she needs to ride me because it’s too much.”

“Woo, you wanna tag team her too?” Of course, you thought to yourself, San and Wooyoung want to team up

“I’d love to.”

“I was thinking of having the slut drool on our cocks, she’d take two at the same time in her other hole anyway.”

“Tsk, Joong really does have a greedy whore on his hands huh. She’d be so pretty with our cum in her mouth.”

“She would, but I’d want to cum on that cute face.”

“She’s so pretty with cum all over her face. My slut would definitely love it if we all came all over her body.”

“Just a little cumdump of a girlfriend.”

“Really Joong, how did you end up with this much of a slut?”

“I was wondering that too, she’s always so innocent and reserved around us. Who knew she was actually just horny and thinking about her boyfriend's friends using her.”

The more they talk about you like you aren’t there, the more you leak, the more sensitive you feel until eventually it’s too much and you cum, hard. So hard you blackout for a couple seconds, but you come back to Hongjoong already pressing soft kisses to your neck, his friends faces softening to the ones you’re used to.

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #yunho smut #yunho x reader #yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #san smut #san x reader #mingi smut #mingi x reader #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #jongho smut #jongho x reader #jj:ot8

[vhenanshiral]

On the Topic of Seiya Kou.

This is a Sailor Moon post rather than a Dragon Age post. Shocker, I know, but Sailor Moon is another one of my loves. This will focus on the 90s anime adaptation of the manga. So do not come at me with “but in the manga,” because the 90s adaptation and the manga were incredibly different in multiple ways. Seiya will be referred to as she/her because the male form was a disguise. That being said, any interpretation of Seiya’s gender is valid and I love them all! Anyway. I see a lot of shit talking about Seiya and it’s honestly ... super tiring. So many of the “negative” points against Seiya are misinterpreted, misunderstood, and misrepresented for the sake of making her look like a dumpster fire. 1. “Seiya is creepy towards Usagi and stalks her.” Except ... she doesn’t. They meet by accident numerous times, and in fact Usagi even seeks Seiya out. They develop a friendship, and it’s normal and natural for friends to seek each other out. Usagi and the girls actually, literally stalk the Three Lights more than once during the season. 2. “Seiya thinks Usagi is weak because she told Mamoru to take care of her when they left.” This honestly makes no sense to me. It is repeatedly shown that Seiya admires Usagi’s strength, both as Usagi and as Sailor Moon. It is natural to want the people you love to be protected, and that does not mean that you think they’re weak and incapable of protecting themselves. Seiya knew Usagi was capable and strong because she had seen her demonstrate these traits multiple times. Throughout the season, Seiya repeatedly lifts Usagi up with her confidence in her capabilities. This is even before she knows she is Sailor Moon. Let’s not forget that when Galaxia kills all of the Inners, they ask the Starlights to protect Sailor Moon, so saying that Seiya telling Mamoru to take care of her means she thinks she is weak ... that must mean everyone else thinks she is too, right? It’s absurd. 3. “Seiya can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, always hits on her, and is constantly pressuring her into a relationship.” It is true that Seiya repeatedly quips about “having a chance” with Usagi. It’s also true that Usagi repeatedly reminds Seiya that she has a boyfriend. But it isn’t true that Seiya repeatedly attempts to coerce her into a relationship. It also isn’t true that she does it all the time. While she shouldn’t have done it even more than once (when she was unaware of Usagi’s relationship status,) it’s obvious from the context that she isn’t being serious. Seiya repeatedly making quips is an issue, and while those kinds of situations can and often do mean someone is being a “Nice Guy,” a predator, an abuser, etc., we know from everything that we see that it is not the case with Seiya. Let’s take the “date,” for an example: Seiya throws it out there (literally, just time and place and walks off) and Usagi willingly shows up the next day and is even irritated that Seiya is late. Usagi is not forced or coerced into the date; she retains all of the power regarding whether or not she shows up. She would not have gone if she didn’t want to. Actually, let’s look at these instances of Seiya hitting/making a move on Usagi. - In the “date” episode, Usagi thinks that Seiya is going to make a move on her. Some suggest that Usagi thinks she is going to kiss her, but the language, Usagi’s expressions, and her reaction to the truth seem to imply that she thinks Seiya is suggesting something more intimate. - In the episode with the beach monster when Chibi Chibi opens up the door and pushes Seiya over on to Usagi, Usagi is the one who, again, assumes Seiya is up to No Good, despite it being a complete accident and innocent on Seiya’s part. - In the episode where Seiya spends the night at Usagi’s because she’s alone and Seiya very nearly confesses who she is to Usagi while they’re in her bedroom, it is Usagi who believes that Seiya is going to confess to having a crush on her. - Later in that same episode, when they are hiding in the cabinet and Seiya again thinks about confessing her true identity to her, it is Usagi who thinks Seiya is about to suggest something intimate. In fact, throughout the season, it is everyone from Usagi, to the other girls, to single-episode characters, to even Luna who think that Seiya is going to suggest or attempt illicit activities with Usagi, and not Seiya. It is all but explicitly stated that Usagi is attracted to Seiya. Not just because of the implications of her assumptions, but also because she is scolded over it. In fact, Rei tells her that she needs to sort her feelings out. Haruka and Michiru forbid her from seeing Seiya because she has Mamoru. She may not love Seiya the same way, but she is attracted to her and she does love her (and Usagi being attracted to other people is not a new thing.) Let’s look at the softball episode, because it’s ... pretty problematic and people often point to it as being one of the episodes that paint Seiya as some creepy stalker who can’t just take a hint and tells everyone that Usagi is her girlfriend. It is Rei who thinks that Seiya training Usagi in softball is inappropriate (let’s remember that it is Ami who thinks that something illicit is going on with Seiya and Usagi in the bodyguard episode...) because Mamoru is Usagi’s boyfriend, not Seiya. It is Sonoko who insists that Seiya’s “relationship” with Usagi isn’t acceptable, and it is her that places the bet that if Seiya’s team loses, she’s not to associate with Usagi anymore. Seiya agrees because she’s competitive, hates to lose, has confidence in herself and Usagi, and knows that Sonoko is wrong. When Usagi tries to interject about the actual nature of their relationship (that they’re not dating,) it’s the girls who shush her because they’re expecting Seiya’s team to lose and that will give them the opportunity to make Seiya feel better. I want to touch on the “Seiya knows Sonoko is wrong” part. I think what a lot of people don’t think about is that when Sonoko placed this bet and openly stated her disapproval of Seiya spending time with Usagi, Sonoko was attacking Usagi’s worth as a person. She was openly saying that Usagi wasn’t good enough to be hanging out with Seiya in any capacity. Seiya took issue with this because she obviously believes and knows differently. She values Usagi as a person. Who is Sonoko to decide who is and isn’t good enough to spend time with her? Seiya is not approaching the situation with entirely selfish motives, unlike the girls who fed into the Seiya/Usagi romance for the hopeful eventuality of them being able to comfort Seiya after a loss when she’ll be forced to stop hanging out with Usagi. She uses this situation to help bolster Usagi’s confidence in herself. That doesn’t change the fact that the bet is stupid to begin with, but it is what it is. Oh, additionally ... Seiya doesn’t tell the school that she and Usagi are dating. Them dating is an assumption that Seiya simply doesn’t correct. It’s worth noting that if she did correct that assumption, it would feed into Sonoko’s declaration that Usagi isn’t good enough to be with Seiya. 4. “Seiya tried to make the rooftop scene about herself and used it as a way to try to take Mamoru’s place in Usagi’s life.” This whole entire scene is consistently misinterpreted and has all of the context ripped from it, because that is not what that scene is. No, it 100% was not the best time for Seiya to ask that question (and no, it is not “can I take his place?” that she says,) but people tend to forget that Usagi is not the only vulnerable person in this scene and it isn’t just about her. It is Seiya who triggers Usagi’s emotional breakdown on accident, and in these moments she is watching the person she loves crumble into pieces. The rooftop scene is about both of them and the context makes that clear. Up until this point, the only person who knew that Mamoru wasn’t keeping in contact with Usagi was Seiya. None of the girls knew, none of them. Imagine the amount of trust Usagi had to have in Seiya in order to share that incredibly sensitive information with her and with no one else, not even her closest friends. Usagi had told Seiya a whole 13 episodes before this one, and since finding out Seiya tried her best to make Usagi happy and to keep her mind busy. It isn’t until a few episodes after this that everyone including Seiya finds out that Mamoru is dead. So Seiya spends all of this time believing that Mamoru ditched Usagi when he moved overseas and that he’s a horrible boyfriend who obviously doesn’t care about Usagi. This is naturally hurtful to Seiya, who grows to genuinely like and love Usagi through the season. She cares for her and doesn’t want to see her in pain, which is why she does her best to help Usagi feel less alone. There is no point in the season where Seiya’s intentions are to maliciously shove herself into Mamoru’s place in Usagi’s life. She has no idea who Tuxedo Mask is. She had no idea that throwing the red rose - her own personal trademark - was going to trigger such an emotional response from Usagi. So here they both are on this rooftop in the middle of the pouring rain. Usagi’s breaking down over how alone she feels, and Seiya’s suddenly faced with the realization that not only did she cause this breakdown, everything she had been trying to do to help her wasn’t working and she failed again. She couldn’t save her system/planets, 99.9% of her people are literally dead because she wasn’t strong enough to save them, and she and the other two members of her team had no idea where their princess was or even if she was okay until the episode before this one. Immediately after the destruction of everything they knew, the Starlights had to flee to an alien planet with alien people, disguise themselves, and pander to a bunch of complete strangers that salivated over, stalked, and harassed them, all while searching for their princess  and fighting the minions of the person who ctrl+a ctrl+x’ed their home system. She had no time to process any of the unimaginable loss and failure she had suffered through. When people talk about the rooftop scene and about how Seiya “makes it about herself,” this is everything they’re forgetting. When Seiya is asking Usagi if she isn’t good enough, it isn’t Seiya trying to weasel her way in, it’s Seiya both coping with her own numerous losses and trying to remind Usagi that she’s there for her. In the end, Seiya is the one that Usagi credits with being able to get herself through everything she was dealing with.

#sailor moon #sailor star fighter #eternal sailor moon #seiya x usagi #seiya/usagi #seiusa #bssm #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #90s sailor moon #pretty soldier sailor moon #usagi tsukino #tsukino usagi #seiya kou #kou seiya #sailor stars #sailor starlights

[writtenvisionary]

please don’t hurt me.

wrote for the prompt “start a story with ‘please don’t hurt me’” sent in by an anon to @mlwritersguild!

Summary: Tom says something that strikes Adrien the wrong way. Sabine goes into mama bear mode.

tw - mentions of abuse, small panic attack

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“Please don’t hurt me.”

Sabine Cheng stares, mouth agape, at her daughter’s boyfriend. Her heart clenches at the tremble in his voice; the quiver of his bottom lip; the shakiness of his hands. The words he had just uttered came at an unexpected time and she’s now realizing that there’s something very wrong.

Adrien had been coming to the bakery for weeks now, both to see his girlfriend and to learn the skill of baking. He never explicitly said it, but he left hints that father had been controlling his meals. Already having a daughter with a fast metabolism, she knew that it was important for teenagers to eat well and often; it’s imperative for their health. This is why she encouraged him to join their family dinners almost every night, and Tom had invited him to learn how to bake.

Getting out of his father’s grip was hard, she was aware. He had to lie consistently, both to his bodyguard and his father’s assistant, in order to have dinner with his girlfriend and her parents.

She notices how jumpy and skittish he can be sometimes. This behavior only ever increases around Tom, and she wants to believe it’s because he’s a big, burley man with a drive to protect his only daughter, but she knows it has to do with his father.

(But to be honest, she forgets these things sometimes.)

Like tonight, they had been rolling the dough for a new batch of bread and joking around, when Tom said something that struck a nerve.

He had said, “Don’t disappoint me, son.”

Tom meant it jokingly, as their previous conversation had been about how Adrien might want to pursue a degree in culinary arts when he goes to university, and he fully supports this decision.

Both parents realized too late that Adrien isn’t used to hearing jokes from the adults around him. Words like that are only said in a negative connotation around him, so they really should have known better.

Adrien had gone pale, pausing his kneading of dough, and his eyes lowered to the ground. She watched in growing concern as he gulped and clenched his fists tightly for a short moment.

After sparing a glance to her husband, she took a tentative step over to Adrien. She placed a hand on his shoulder and he violently flinched away from her touch. Her heart dropped.

“Honey, he didn’t mean it like that…”

Her attempts at consoling him fell flat, because he didn’t seem to hear her. His glazing eyes stared past her at a blank spot on the wall. His breath became shallow, and he brought his arms up to wrap around his chest as a form of security.

“Adrien, I—“

Tom stops short as the young boy in front of him squeezes his eyes tight and takes a step backwards.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

It was a feeble request, his voice shaking with every word.

“Adrien, honey, no one is going to hurt you,” she says softly, holding one of her palms up to show that she has no intentions of putting it near him.

He still doesn’t open his eyes, instead his breath quickens even more. Tom bites his lip as he leans towards his wife, then whispers, “He’s having a panic attack. I’ll go get Marinette and some water for him.”

As a silent thanks, Sabine places a hand on his large forearm, and sends him a sad smile. He walks away, leaving her with a panicking Adrien.

She’s not sure what to do; Marinette had never told her that Adrien experienced bad anxiety. Her daughter is keeping a lot of secrets from her (which she is frustrated about, because she should know certain things as her mother; but also, she understands that Marinette is a teenager and she’s happy to respect her boundaries), but Sabine wishes that this was something she had told her. That way she might be able to help.

The sound of footsteps trampling down the stairs makes her whip her head around, seeing Marinette running hurriedly towards Adrien.

She slows, letting out a slow breath as she takes in the situation.

“Kitty, hey, hey, hey…” she says loudly, but not loud enough to where it startles him. “I’m here. You’re panicking. Kitty, can I touch you?”

Subconsciously, Sabine wonders where the nickname ‘kitty’ came from, but that’s not something to worry about right now.

Adrien, his breathing still unchanged, manages to crack open his eyes into slits. They dance around the room wearily, before landing on Marinette. Sabine swears she can see his fists uncurl slightly.

“Hi, kitten. Could I hold your hand?”

It takes a minute for him to acknowledge that she had asked a question, but then he just barely nods. Marinette takes this opportunity to move closer, cautiously, and slips her hand into his’. She meets his eyes.

“Okay. I want you to tell me five things you can see right now. Anything.”

His lip quivers and he lets out a small whimper, before blinking out a slew of tears.

“Uh. You.”

Sabine is astonished at how Marinette is able to stay calm in this situation. Her smile to him is forced, but comforting, and the mother can’t shake the evidence that she’s done this before.

“Amazing,” she hears Marinette say. “What else?”

Adrien sniffs, shifting his eyes to the wall behind the girl in front of him. “Th-that poster.”

“You’re doing great, kitty. Three more.”

Tom joins Sabine, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side. She exhales at the contact, watching as Adrien rattles off item after item, feel after feel, sound after sound, smell after smell, and can’t help but wonder how often her daughter has helped bring him down from a panic attack.

Another question she has is, what prompted this? She knows that he’s not used to hearing jokes told in that manner, but that’s not enough to send someone into a spiral. It was his reaction to the specific words said to him.

There's one thing she can figure out right away; Mr. Agreste calls Adrien ‘son’; that may have reminded him of the man. Adrien is a people pleaser; just the mere thought of disappointing someone could cause him to spiral.

Although, even with this information, she still feels like there’s a part of the puzzle missing. She replays the scene in her head over and over again until she can’t take it anymore, and nothing.

Words cannot describe how dumb she feels when Marinette talks to them, once Adrien is asleep in her room.

“His father is, cut and dry, mentally and physically abusive.”

Marinette speaks with such vindictiveness that it takes Sabine aback for a moment.

“Abusive? I know he’s a bit overprotective, honey, but—“

“Mom.”

Marinette’s tone makes Sabine stop in her tracks.

“He gaslights him constantly, telling him that he needs to be perfect and that if not, he’s a disappointment. That’s why your words struck something in him, dad. And Gabriel locks him in his room, doesn’t let him see his friends for weeks, and when Adrien can finally hang out with us, it’s only for an hour. He doesn’t join him for dinner — Adrien has to set a damn appointment to get this luxury — and hugs from him are rare. He’s neglectful and says things that hurt, and….”

Sabine’s eyes are wide in shock hearing everything. She’s sure that’s it, but when her daughter trails off, her fear only grows.

“What, sweetie?”

“…He hit him the other day.”

“What?”

It wasn’t her that spoke, but Tom. She glanced over to see him fuming. His eyebrows are narrowed and jaw is clenched. She can feel anger surging in her chest, as well.

Marinette shifts on her feet, seemingly uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, and nods.

“I don’t know exactly what happened, but I met him for pa— for a picnic in the park, and his shirt rode up. A huge bruise was on his abdomen.”

Sabine felt that she was telling a white lie there, but there are more important topics at hand.

“Has Gabriel ever hit him before?” She asks, worried for the boy she considers a son.

Marinette shrugs, “Adrien hasn’t admitted it, but I suspect that he has. Its not the first time I’ve seen him with bruises. They’re in different places all the time, though, so I just passed it off as clumsiness… but…”

“But you’re clumsier than him and come home with less bruises,” Tom breathes, finally pulling his hands away from his face and looking at his daughter, who nods.

“Gabriel doesn’t even talk to him unless he does something to disturb the appearance of his brand and reputation. But when he ‘acts out,’ Adrien gets more than enough attention from him; the wrong kind.”

Tom gulps.

“Right. And who really knows what goes on behind closed doors?”

The room falls into a tense silence.

“I understand that you were just messing around, dad. It’s just… when those words are something he hears almost every day, he’s going to take it seriously. Especially when he was raised to be perfect, and any little mistake will get him punished.

“It’s a reflex. He trusts you, dad, but years of trauma build up.”

Marinette’s explanation helps the older couple understand the situation a bit better. Tom suddenly feels extremely guilty. He holds his head in his hands, grumbling to himself. Sabine rubs his leg, keeping her attention on Marinette.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner, Marinette?”

“I wanted to, and I was getting there. Adrien just…” she sighs. “He was afraid that things would get worse if someone found out.”

“Well, things will get worse before they get better…”

She looks to the ground. “I know. And he’s already been suffering so much that I…”

Marinette trails off, feeling her eyes well up with tears. Instead of fighting them, she lets them fall.

Sabine frowns, taking everything that’s been said into consideration.

“Do you have any proof of the bruises?”

Tom perks up, “Yes! If we collect evidence against his father, there’s a better chance to get him out of there.”

“I snuck a few pictures here and there. I wish I had a video, though…”

Sabine raises an eyebrow, “The mansion’s security cameras?”

She watches her daughter’s eyes light up, then dim, and then light up again. There’s a flash of determination in them, as well, and she can’t help but wonder what she’s planning.

“You’re right,” is all she says, before her optimistic facade turns sour.

“But I don’t know how I’ll get to them without being caught.”

The room falls silent for a minute as they all think about the best course of action.

Tom coughs, catching his wife and daughter’s attention. He shrugs.

“Is there anyone at that house Adrien can trust?”

“Umm. The only person I can think of is his bodyguard, even though we’ve run from him plenty of times,” Marinette says. “He’s pretty quiet, though, so I don’t know if he agrees with Gabriel’s parenting or not. I’ll ask Adrien, though.”

“I’d say it’s worth a shot. Every encounter with that man has been lovely. I’d like to think he’s still working there just for Adrien,” Tom says.

Sabine nods, letting her mind wander. She can’t help but think of every time Adrien has faked a smile, rubbed his arms, rocked back and forth on his feet… Every time he’s had dark circles under his eyes and the ghost of tear streaks on his cheeks... She’s starting to realize that those were all tells, and she should’ve noticed sooner. She feels guiltier than ever.

“Mom?”

Marinette’s voice pulls her away from her thoughts. She blinks, feeling tears gather in her eyes.

When had I started to tear up?

“Sorry, sorry! Let’s, uh—“ she pauses, not knowing what to say, before choosing her next words. “Let’s have him sleep here for the night and see what we can do tomorrow?”

Tom nods beside her.

“Yeah. It might be too soon to worry about all of this right now. Adrien will want to know that we know, too.”

Marinette sighs, “You’re right. He’s not going to be that happy about it. I mean, it took a while for him to understand that the way his father treats him isn’t right, but he’s still working out that concept with you guys. Getting the police involved will just overwhelm him more.”

“True,” Sabine agrees, “but I will not let him stay at that house any longer if that’s what he’s dealing with. No kid should ever go through that.”

She’s serious. No matter what it takes, she will make sure that no one hurts Adrien ever again. Especially not Gabriel Agreste.

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[peachiimilquetea]

heyyyy :) can i get an angst scenario (fem!reader) for your event, with tenya and the prompts, "fuck you for making me love you.", "i'm sorry that i was never enough" and "i just want to understand why i wasn't enough." please?

your writing is *mwah* chef's kiss <3 thank you!!!

“𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮” + tenya iida

ft. “i’m sorry that i was never enough” + “i just want to understand why i wasn’t enough”

a/n: PLS WHY DO YALL ENJOY ANGST SM IT MAKES ME SAD WHEN I WRITE IT EVSJSBSJSSN. this one was just… damn. i hope i did the prompt justice tho! check out my event here!

contains: infidelity, tenya CURSES????, fuck mc ion like her in this one, breakup, overall just a shitty time, hakagure is a real one even after graduation

length: 1.2k

a/n ii: tysm for the kind words abt my work!! 🤍

hey iida, i hope this email finds you well given the circumstances,

i’m really really sorry…

tenya’s eyes scanned over the contents of the email and he could feel his world crumbling around him as he read. he had to remember to give hakagure something for all her troubles, as he was appreciative of all her help.

he had suspected something was going on for a few months, he wasn’t stupid. he saw the way you had started leaving your phone face down and picking up “extra shifts” at your job.

he noticed the way you smiled, how hollow it looked now when he said something to you or how you tensed up whenever he touched you, almost like an aversion to his affections.

so he pulled some strings, reached out to his old classmate from high school, now one of the top heroes that specialized in stealth in the country. he asked her to tail you on the way to one of your shifts and see what she could find. all he needed was confirmation.

i’m really really sorry…

you had decided to surprise him by coming home early from work that day. the guilt of sneaking around was eating at you and you knew he was suspecting something you made the snap decision to try to throw him off your trail.

you had decided to surprise him by coming home early from work that day. the guilt of sneaking around was eating at you and you knew he was suspecting something you made the snap decision to try to throw him off your trail.

“ten ten? baby i’m home!” you called, putting your stuff down at the door and striding into the room.

“why are you home so early?” he clipped out, initial devastation turning into anger the longer he looked at your face.

“what, i cant surprise, my boyfriend, anymore?” you attempted to joke, picking up on how tense the air was becoming.

“oh now i’m your boyfriend?” he chuckled in disbelief.

“what are you talking about? you’ve always been my boyfriend, ten, we’ve been together for like a year.”

“don’t bullshit me right now, _____. how long?”

“excuse me?” your smile started to slip, hoping he was angry about something else. anything else.

tenya turned the laptop sitting next to him around and your voice caught in your throat as you tried to answer him. high definition proof sat in front of you, a testament to how little you cared anymore. the look on his face told you everything.

he knows, you thought but used all your energy to keep your face as neutral as possible, opting to play dumb.

“how long, _____? answer me.”

you stayed silent, still trying to figure out a way out, but you knew you had reached the end of the line.

“how long have you been doing this _____?”

“s-seven months,” your voice was small. you were scared and ashamed- knowing you had been stringing him along for all this time and never seeing him react to anything like this. not when his brother was attacked or when his father died.

tenya didn’t think he could feel any worse. 7 months was more than half of the time you had been together officially, meaning you had checked out of this relationship a long time ago. you had been lying the whole time. having your cake and eating it too. it made him want to scream, cry and throw up all at the same time.

“im sorry tenya… really i am, but youve been so busy with hero work and your father left you in charge of everything, i’ve just been feeling really neglected, you know?”

“and you didn’t come to tell me about it? you went outside the home, outside of us to get your needs met?”

“it wasn’t like that-”

“then what was it like?” he pressed.

“i..”

“answer me, _____, what was it like?”

“you want the truth?” he gestured for you to go ahead, “i was bored.”

everything you said after that fell on deaf ears. you were rambling, and he wasn’t even sure if you were coming up with excuses for your own sake or for his.

you cheated because you were bored- bored of him and his unwavering love, bored of the late nights you stayed up to imagine your future, and bored of the way he treated the ground you walked on like gold. he absolutely adored you, and you got bored.

tenya’s mouth felt dry as he tried to articulate exactly what he was feeling. he wanted to go for a run and let the world blur into the background as he cleared his mind. he wanted to cry, one large cathartic release of everything that had been building up for the past few weeks. but most of all, he wanted to know why.

“you... got bored of me?”

you breathed out, exasperated, “yes, tenya, god! i needed some excitement, something different. you’re always so uptight, i just wanted to let loose sometimes, it was suffocating!”

iida flinched, the truth stinging more than he anticipated it would. he didn’t even recognize the woman that was staring at him, trying to explain away the betrayal of a lifetime.

“fuck you," he spat, even surprising himself with how hostile he was.

“tenya…”

“no. fuck you for making me love you, and fuck you for not having the integrity to break up with me when you knew you didn’t want to be here anymore.”

you deflated, feeling sick to your stomach at what you had done. initially, you hadn’t meant for it to get this far, but that didn’t matter now. “i know, i’m in the wrong and i’m sorry, but i think we can make this work and-”

he raised his hand at you to stop you. he didn’t want to listen to any more of what you had to say. he wanted you out of his house and out of his life.

he wanted to make you leave, and that’s exactly what he did, helping you pack up the things the two of you had gleefully moved in 3 months prior, and kicking you out.

he told you explicitly to never contact him again, much to your anguish. you knew you fucked up but you still wanted to be selfish, you still wanted access to him in ways that you didn’t deserve.

the rest of the day didn’t feel real. tenya went ghost, turning off his phone and sitting on the couch staring at the wall, unable to sit in the bedroom he once shared with you.

he thought about the ring he had asked his mom for, the ring he had already planned to give you, and heaved out a shaky sob. it was probably burning a hole in the nightstand drawer now, never to be used for its original purpose.

his eyes scanned the room, landing on a photo of the two of you that sat on the tv stand. getting up, he walked over to it to get a closer look. such a stark contrast from the way things were now. the two of you were all smiles in the photo, faces flushed and rosy from the cold air. he ran his thumb over the frame, finger caressing your face.

“im sorry i was never enough… i just want to understand why i was never enough.”

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[byrachel]

JACOB BLACK CURSED FATE

Word count: 2512

Summary: In an attempt to fix their relationship, everything falls apart

Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, emotional cheating, jealousy, unhealthy relationship

note: Thank you @tyb1 for giving me an amazing idea to experiment with. This was also loosely inspired by this imagine by @imaginingmanyfandoms (with their permission!) Please check both of them out!

You swatted away the lingering fly, which had been testing your patience the whole day, from the freshly set table. You didn’t want anything ruining your mood that day and if you had the same accuracy your boyfriend had when it came to killing flies, it would’ve been smashed against one of your counters the second you had seen it flying around. Losing the buzzing creature from your sight, you stepped away from your kitchen table to take in the view. Perfect, you thought with a satisfied smile, quietly praising yourself. 

After months of barely seeing your boyfriend and living with each other like you were roommates, you found it was time to find that spark you once felt by having his favorite meal and desert. You wanted to create a comfortable scenery to discuss your concerns with Jacob and was more than positive about the outcome. He was always willing to listen and  work on himself together with you when it came to problems you were having. 

With a lighthearted sigh you grabbed your phone from the edge of the table. Your notification centre showed a few unimportant emails waiting to be deleted from your inbox, instead of the text you were waiting for. You looked at the time above the notifications. 7:23 pm. He wasn’t supposed to be home for a while and him not responding to your texts probably meant patrolling just took longer. You pushed down that icky feeling at the pit of your stomach and decided to dress up with the time you still had. You didn’t want to wear anything over the top in your own kitchen, but something cute enough for Jacob to see you were trying to look nice for him.

Taking your time to take a shower, do your hair and put together an outfit you were pleased with, you were expecting Jacob to walk into your home at any given moment then, but even when you returned to the kitchen there was still no sign of him. This time you looked up at the analog clock hanging from one of your kitchen walls. 8:41 pm. 

With a forced smile you tried to contain the excitement you had been feeling the whole day as you got a pack of lucifers to light the candle in the middle of the table. Once the candle held onto the flame, you looked over your shoulder at the food on the stove while you waved with the lucifer in your hand, before it had the chance to burn all the way down to your fingers. You wanted Jacob to come home to a prepared plate but the moment you heard the fly buzzing around your living room you stopped yourself. You weren’t in the mood to keep that thing away from the food so you were just going to wait until he got home. 

You sat down at the kitchen table, grabbing your phone once again. Maybe he responded. Lightly tapping your screen, your notification centre popped up, but there still was no text. Out of curiosity you checked your messages, going into your conversation with Jacob. 

‘You still going to be home by 8:30?’

You sighed looking at the delivered stamp underneath your text, but decided to give him more time. He was barely ten minutes late and it wasn’t unusual with the recent supernatural activity in the area so you just had to keep your excitement at bay a little longer. 

Time ticked by slowly, ten minutes turning into thirty, half an hour turning into an hour as you impatiently bounced on your legs, soft thumbs filling the silent kitchen. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, looking down at the game on your phone to kill time, but with each passing second your worries were starting to grow excessively.

When the clock hit 10:30 pm you decided to call him, the phone icon next to his caller id waiting to be pressed by your hovering thumb. But before you could put your phone up to your ear, your call went straight to his voicemail. Your heart jumped, your sudden rising heartbeat ringing in your ears from worry.

His phone has never been turned off before. Why is his phone turned off? 

You exhaled audibly, automatically going to your contacts to find Quil’s number while you nibbled on your thumbnail. If your memory didn’t do you wrong, you were almost certain they were patrolling together. He would know where Jacob was. Again, you tapped on the phone icon as your hand rested against your neck, feeling your rapid heartbeat. 

You looked up at the ceiling, briefly closing your eyes as you forced yourself to stay calm. In and out, you told yourself, inhaling and exhaling deeply to keep yourself from having gruesome intrusive thoughts of things that could’ve gone wrong while you impatiently waited for your boyfriend’s best friend to pick up his phone.

“Hey, (Y/N). What’s up?” Quil’s neutral voice sent you into relaxation, your eyes shooting open and bending your head back down to its original state. His calm tone was enough to let you know nothing happened on their patrol. 

“Hey, Quil.” Your voice was slightly shaken up from the brief panic, but hoping he wouldn’t notice you tried to make it less obvious. “I’m looking for Jake, is he with you?”

“Not anymore.” He answered. “Lin called him earlier. I’m guessing something happened, because Jake left right after, but he didn’t say what though.” 

Lin. Of course he was with Lin. 

The itch you were trying to keep down suddenly became uncontrollable. The anger, resentment and hurt you thought you had pushed down months ago bubbled up without a warning, making you bite your tongue to keep your composure towards Quil. As far as you knew he didn’t know about the arguments and fights she had caused in your relationship, how many times you threatened to leave Jacob because of her presence and how many nights you had banned Jacob from your bedroom so you could silently cry into your pillow, knowing he was listening to the pathetic muffled sobs from the couch in the living room. 

“(Y/N)?” A different voice called out from the living room as you heard the click of the closing front door. “I’m home.” 

“Thanks, Quil.” You said, snapping out of your silent rage, remembering your boyfriend’s best friend was at the other side of the line. “He actually just came home.” 

“Anytime.” Quil responded unknowing of what he had just caused, before you exchanged goodbyes with him and hung up the phone. You slowly placed it back down on the table and shook your head in disbelief, pushing yourself away from the kitchen counter to meet Jacob in the living room.

“Hey, what did you make?” Your clueless boyfriend commented, briefly turning his head over his shoulder to watch you stand in the kitchen’s doorway, his back turned to you as he put his jacket away. “It smells good.” 

“Where were you, Jacob?” Your voice was icingly calm as you ignored his question, his name feeling foreign in your mouth. It was always Jake, not Jacob so using his full name for the first time in months made sure he knew how badly he had fucked up. You knew where he had been and that simple question was enough to let him know there was no use in lying. 

It was like he freezed up for a split second before he turned to face you, looking like a deer caught in headlights. You didn’t know why you were even giving him the room to answer, there was no way he could talk himself out of this. His mouth was agape, his lips moving slightly but there were no words coming out. 

“Spit it out. Where were you?” You repeated, your voice slightly raising this time. 

“Babe, I can explain--” 

“Explain?” You interrupted him as a humourless chuckle fell from your lips. You softly pinched the skin between your eyebrows, your eyes fluttering closed. Your patience was thin, your head full of different voices telling you what to do in your rage, but you weren’t sure what voice to give in to. “Explain what? That you basically ditched me to be with Lin when I explicitly told you I wanted to have one night, just one night, to have your undivided attention.” 

 “I know I messed up, but you know I wouldn’t do it without a well enough reason.” Jake sounded distraught and without looking up you could tell he was panicking. “Just hear me out, okay?”

You pulled your hand away from your face, opening your eyes to look at the man who was suddenly standing much closer than he was before in an attempt to close the space between you. If he came any closer you were sure you would’ve backed away, but he knew better than to try to touch you when you were livid. It was a mistake he made before, but surely wouldn’t do again. 

“She needed someone to talk to.” He started off, making you scoff. It was something you heard a dozen times before. “This is the first time she has been without her daughter for this long and it’s just hard on her.” 

“It still surprises me you don’t see what she’s doing. She has enough friends to call. She’s using you, Jacob. Using you.” You narrowed your eyes in disbelief and used your hands to emphasize your point. “She only has to breathe differently and you’re there, she just likes the attention you’re giving her, because no one else will.” 

“I don’t think she’s using me.” Jacob disagreed with a sigh. “But I also know you wouldn’t get me giving into it. As much I know you hate it, I have to be there for her, (Y/N). We’ve talked about the imprinting, it’s not a choice.” 

Was he seriously defending what she was doing? 

“And we’ve also talked about boundaries.” You snarled back at him. “You can be there for her without ignoring our relationship. You promised me we would come first no matter who your imprint was going to be.”

He nodded in agreement. “And we still come first, but like I said I also have to be there for her when she needs me. She might not be my top priority, but I can’t ignore Lin’s needs either, that’s just the bond.” 

“Just the bond.” You repeated with a chuckle, your eyes prickling with tears as the sudden realization seeped in. 

Nothing was more important to him than that damned forced bond and the longer you listened to him the clearer it became. You hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but looking back you couldn’t believe how stupid you were for believing the words of a man who hadn’t experienced something so intense before. ‘I don’t care who she is, you’re the one for me’ was what he said when you finally communicated your worries weeks after he had imprinted on her. You wished you had listened to the insecurity lingering at the back of your head when you had seen the relationships between Sam and Emily, Jared and Kim and every other pack member who had ended up with their imprint.

Why would I be naïve enough to think it would be any different for Jacob when he finally imprinted on someone? 

“Baby, don’t cry.” He finally tried to narrow the space between your bodies to comfort you, but as you snapped out of your thoughts you flinched away from him. His comfort was the last thing you wanted.

Just then his words registered and you noticed the tears staining your cheeks. You quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand. “You don’t even see you’re in love with her, do you?” You looked up at his pained expression. You might don’t like being touched when you were mad, but you had never backed away from him when you were crying before.

“I’m not, I swear.” He answered hurriedly.

“You’re lying to yourself.” You shook your head, wiping your nose with your hand. “You dropped everything to be there for her when I needed you here. Again.”

Without waiting for a response, you were headed to your shared bedroom, Jacob’s footsteps closely behind you. You wanted to get away from him as far as possible, there was no way you were staying in the same house together. You didn’t feel like suffocating on your own again.

“Baby, (Y/N).” Jacob called out to you, hopelessly following you as you marched into your shared bedroom, diving straight into your closet to grab a suitcase. “What are you doing?”

You placed it on the bed, zipping it open as the tears falling from your eyes blurred your sight. When you turned back to your closet to grab a bunch of clothes, not even thinking of all the things you actually needed if you were going to stay away for a while, Jacob finally managed to get his hands on you. He held your wrists, not tight enough to hurt you, but with just enough force to keep you from moving. “Hey, don’t go, okay? Please. I want to fix this.” 

“How? It’s not a choice, remember?” You avoided his gaze, looking down at the floor. Your body was trembling from the anxiety and all the mixed emotions coming out were making you sick to your stomach. You truly felt like throwing up.  “How did you even want to start a family with me if I can’t even be your first choice, hm? I’m not putting my child through that.”

“(Y/N), don’t tell me. . .” Jacob’s eyes widened. When you told him you wanted to talk this morning he could tell you were excited, but he brushed it off like the idiot he was. All the signs were there and when it fell silent for a moment, he finally understood why tonight was so important to you.

 “I’m pregnant.” You felt your arms slipping from his grip as you looked up at his blank expression. You pulled your hands away to dry the tears dripping from your face. “And I wanted to do things differently for our baby than our parents did, I wanted them to grow up with both of us there.”

“And they will.” His glinstering eyes and watery smile stared at you as he brought his hands up to your cheeks, softly caressing the sides of your face with his thumbs and placing his forehead against yours. You let him.  “Just let me fix this. I’ll do anything for you-- both of you.”

As much as you wanted to believe what he said, you knew it was only a matter of time before he went running to Lin when she needed him again. He could treat you badly all he wanted, but you refused to let your child grow up feeling unwanted the way you did. 

“No.” You whispered back to him, pulling your face away from his grip. “I’m done.” 

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note: If you can’t tell I’m bad at endings and writing angst, but I hope you enjoyed it either way. Please let me know what you think so I know how I could improve or if you liked it!

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