#amber heard fake tears

[burningexeter]

[FUN FACT]

Sarah Vowell, the voice of Violet in The Incredibles, not only doesn't support Amber Heard but thinks she's guilty.

"I gave the both of them the benefit of the doubt and all that changes when she did what R. Kelly did and fake-cried in court".

Chad in my book. God bless Violet.

Well first movie Violet - absolutely.

Second movie Violet - oh hell no.

#sarah vowell #the incredibles #violet parr #pixar #amber heard is a turd #fake crying #crocodile tears #bullshit artist

[horusmenhosetix]

This may be controversial; but after watching the trail and seeing and having to unfollow Amber supporters, it is clear to me that Amber was caught in lie after lie, faked the bruises, she even inadvertently told the jury how she faked them with her bruise kit, and wasn't injured when she claimed she was injured. Meanwhile Johnny was injured when he said he was and didn't lie to the jury under oath. From the hard evidence she was the actual abuser.

I know this is a sims blog and I don't want to argue about this so if you support Amber Heard please unfollow me now.

*This is not a setback for women victims, it is a set back for women abusers.* - Actually, this is a setback for victims, Amber Heard’s lies being believed is a setback for victims everywhere. That an abuser has such a following of people who believe her lies over the evidence that prove she is lying is a huge setback. I would feel discouraged about trying to come forward with abuse allegations after what happened to Johnny Depp. 

#Non-sims #tw: amber heard #tw: abuse #Amber actually told the jury how she faked her bruises I'm #She sat there with her crocodile tears and lied #Anti Amber Heard #I avoided this trail but I had to form my own opinion from the facts #And the facts show that Johnny was not an abuser #Heard vs Depp #Depp vs Heard

[drunk-on-dk]

With Somebody Else | Kim Mingyu (m)

✦pairing: fwb!Mingyu x fem!reader

✦genre: SMUT (minors DNI) fluff? angst? fwb feels yenno

✦wc: ~3.0 and some change

✦summary: No longer being able to go back and forth with Mingyu, you decide to seek out somebody else.

NSFW warnings under the cut, minors do not read, 18+ only

✦warnings: no specific pronouns used, but reader has female anatomy; pet names (baby); switch?Mingyu; switch?reader; unprotected sex (safety first pls); gyu has a big dick; grinding; mingyu loves praise; a bit of tears; mentions of alcohol

✦a/n: this was a quick lil thing i wrote up because somebody else by the 1975 has resurfaced in my life and that song is what led me to this. I hope you all enjoy! I tried a lil bit of a different writing style, so I'm hoping it still paces ok. As always I appreciate all feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs <3

Mingyu should have been relieved when he found out you were seeing somebody else for the first time. In fact, he thought it was a lie when Seungcheol filled him in on the details that you’ve been dating someone for the past couple of weeks. However, something ached deep down in Mingyu’s chest upon hearing the news, a fake smile falling onto his features and watching the amber liquid swirl around half-melted ice cubes.

Seungcheol’s knowing gaze was enough to break down Mingyu’s walls. “I just can’t picture Y/N with somebody else.”

Meanwhile, you were desperate to break the string that tied you to Mingyu like a tetherball. Unfortunately, it was like a slow tear, with you fraying away at the other end of the string, and finally cutting yourself loose. It was too complicated, Mingyu didn’t want to pursue dating for fear that it would ruin the dynamic of the friend group, but you honestly couldn’t handle anything less than dating at this point. Mingyu was a kind, loving guy, but his lack of commitment frightened you, thus leading you to finally cut your ties as friends with benefits.

It was difficult, at least to say, as you were stuck with Mingyu regardless of how hard you tried to distance yourself. You saw him at Seungcheol’s pre-games, heard about how he made the final kill shot on the video game Seokmin was playing, scrolled past his recent Instagram post, and he just generally clouded your mind, remembering sweet things he’s done for you all these years as a friend.

You knew what you had to do, you had to start seeing other people, and you could no longer go to Mingyu with wishful thinking that you both were something more than just friends with benefits.

Mingyu didn’t believe you when you declared that you couldn’t see him like this again for the first time. He didn’t believe you when you said you two could only be friends. Not when he had you like this, legs wrapped tightly around his waist and cock nuzzled deep inside you.

He refused to believe you, not at all, continuing to thrust slowly into you and nibbling on your tender skin. “You don’t mean that one bit, baby. I know you love this cock.”

You weren’t sure you believed your words either, but Mingyu’s words hit you right where it hurts. You did love his cock, but you weren’t sure that was just it. Suddenly, friends with benefits became way too complicated and overwhelming for you. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks, Mingyu being sure to kiss them away as he repeatedly hit that one spot deep inside of you that had you clenching tightly around him.

“Fuck, I do love your cock,” you moan out, admitting the very least for now, and trying to make the best of what you assume will be the last.

Mingyu’s lips capture yours, tasting slightly salty from the way he picked up your tears with gentle kisses. Mingyu groans into you as your nails dig into his skin, losing himself in the way your walls throb around him as he picks up his pace. He can’t stop kissing you, relentlessly fucking into you as your walls suck him in deeper, loving the way you whimper and moan into his mouth.

He knows you’re close, he knows your body better than anyone else does or ever will, and he’s confident of that. This is exactly why he doesn’t believe you, not believing that you two could ever go back to just being friends. Not when you both make each other feel this good.

Mingyu is calculated, a large hand running down your body until it finds its way to your clit and his rough thumb rubbing at your swollen clit. He knows you’ll finish like this, pulling away from the kiss to watch your face twist in pleasure, taking note of your slightly raw cheeks from your crying. You're still so beautiful, even when you're a mess beneath him.

He’s correct that you were nearing your finish, watching you come undone underneath him as he follows suit, releasing his hot cum inside of you as you both moan and groan in ecstasy.

You both fell asleep in each other’s arms that night, but Mingyu didn’t wake up with you beside him in the morning like he normally does. Maybe there was some truth in your words, but Mingyu didn’t believe you had it in you to hold out for long. Mingyu knew you’d come back to him eventually.

It was annoying – infuriating actually – how you hadn’t looked up once from your phone, Mingyu wanted to wipe that stupid, cute smile off your face. He wondered if it annoyed your friends as well, how immersed you were with your phone that you couldn’t even enjoy the conversations taking place around you.

He realized it didn’t bother anyone except him, especially when Seokmin cooed upon noticing how flustered you seemed from a text message, “Looks like Y/N has the hots for someone finally.”

Mingyu had to suppress the jealously that bubbled up from deep down inside of him, hating the way his heart stammered at the adorable blush and shy smile that adorned your features.

Why couldn’t he do that? Why didn’t he make you that flustered? Why were you sticking to your words? Why were you seeing other people? And why is he just a friend to you again? Was it that simple for you?

Mingyu found himself kicking you gently underneath the table, yearning to touch you somehow as he has been missing it for quite some time now. You looked up from your phone for the first time in a while, your sparkling eyes catching his with a small smile that slowly became a scowl.

“What do you want, Gyu?” You mouthed from across the table, stubbornly taking a sip of your drink to avoid his gaze and knowing that you need to avoid him at all costs.

“Come get some air outside with me,” he’s pouting, and you can’t help but oblige. Even though you’re weak for him, you can’t ignore him since he is still technically one of your best friends.

You should have known that following him outside would have been a bad idea. The second Mingyu had you pressed up against the cool brick wall, whispering sweet nothings with his gentle tone should have had you running back inside the bar to your friends.

“Mingyu,” you pant out, his hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps down your neck and his hands begin to gently roam your waist. “We can’t do this, I told you we can’t be anything more than friends.”

“You know that’s not true,” he breathes out after pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw. “You can’t tell me you don’t want me as bad as I want you.”

He’s right, you can’t deny the way your hips keen into his, but you also can’t deny that your date is supposed to be picking you up from this bar any minute now. “Mingyu, I can’t, the person I’ve been seeing is on their way to come to get me, and you just have to respect my choices.”

Mingyu is like a kicked puppy, pulling away from you instantly with a look of betrayal, “You’re seriously seeing somebody else?”

“Yes, Gyu,” you sigh out, running a hand through your hair, not feeling prepared at all to have another conversation about lacking the commitment you need from him. “You know exactly why I’m seeing someone else.”

Those words stung Mingyu for the rest of the night. He did know why; he hated that he couldn’t give you what you wanted in the first place and hated that he couldn’t give you the sense of security that you needed. Mingyu didn’t understand why he couldn’t in the first place, he’d love to date you and would love to treat you the way you deserve. Nothing stung more than your words than watching you leave the bar after bidding everyone goodbye, giddy to be picked up by your date. Mingyu couldn’t help the way his hand lingered on your waist a little too long, and you yourself seemed a bit hesitant to leave Mingyu’s grasp as you left.

Mingyu absolutely disliked seeing you around with your new fling. He hated when you’d bring them with to game nights or when you’d simply post a story at a café with them.

He absolutely despised when he had to sit around you two, listening to your melodious giggles and watching you lean in to whisper in their ear. Mingyu just wished he could tell you to never bring them around again because seriously, in comparison to him, he could 100% treat you better and he’d prove it if he could now.

Mingyu would attempt to sneak you away, his charm always winning you over, and he was usually successful in his attempts. He didn’t care if he looked like a dick to your date, he only cared about having you alone and being the one who made you smile.

Sometimes things would feel like they were back to normal, and you two would end up shamelessly flirting, which was always in the background of your friendship even before you two started hooking up. He’d find himself leaning into you, and he could swear that you’d lean towards him too, your lips almost like magnets as you’re pulled towards one another.

However, that moment would be ruined when you’d be swept away by your date once again. All Mingyu could do was watch you disappear into the crowd, feeling like he’s lost all chances at ever truly having you.

Mingyu wasn’t sure what he was expecting when you showed up at his door late one night, storming right past him and welcoming yourself into his apartment before he could even question why you were there.

He couldn’t even get a word out, your hands had already grabbed the sides of his face and you wasted no time pulling him into a hungry kiss, full of passion and desire that you’d been suppressing for God knows how long.

No one fucked you the way Mingyu could. No one knew you the way Mingyu could. No one treated you the way Mingyu could.

Mingyu melted into you, arms wrapping greedily around you as if he never wanted to let you go ever again. In all honesty, he had started losing hope, truly starting to believe that you would stay true to your word of staying just friends.

However, tonight proved him none the wiser, you seemed desperate for him, pushing his tall frame that towered over you all the way to his bedroom. Frantically undressing yourself, Mingyu followed along and pulled off his own clothing as you stripped down to the bare minimum.

Mingyu released a sigh at seeing you in your full glory again, hands reaching out to caress your curves, but pouting when you shove his hands away.

“You’re going to take what I give you,” you command, pinning down his hands and straddling his thighs on his bed, “and you’re not going to complain once, or I’ll take my ass to someone else.”

Mingyu nods desperately, hips grinding up so that his erection can rub against your hot cunt. He almost lets out a whine, immediately noticing how wet you are already, and needing to feel the inside of you as soon as possible, or else he might burst. Tsking at him, you rise slightly as if to warn him, but you quickly drop back down on him, running his length through your folds and letting out a moan from the pleasure of having him this close to you again.

“God, Gyu,” you coo, holding his hands above his head and feeling dizzy at the way he bites down on his lip, your slick gliding against him as you grind down on his length, jumping slightly as the tip of his head brushes your clit. “You were right, I fucking love your cock, and I need it so bad.”

“You can have it, baby,” Mingyu groans, muscles tensing as you restrain him and needily grind against him. He could easily overpower you, but he loves when you lead like this. “Use me, make yourself cum on my cock.”

Your body shivers on top of him, and Mingyu can’t restrain himself from latching his lips on your pebbled nipples, basking in the way you writhe above him, and how your wetness makes you glide so easily over him.

You can’t wait any longer, one hand reaching down as another hand travels to his chest to balance yourself. You guide his length into your folds, your walls taking in his familiar length, even though he’s still too big to take in one go.

Mingyu lets you take your time, his hands tightly grip your hips, loving the way the plump flesh ripples from how harshly his fingers dig into your skin.  Simultaneously, you both let out a moan when you take him in completely, the tip of his head nuzzled deep inside of you as your walls pulse around him.

He attempts to buck up into you, but you hold him down, reminding him what you said earlier, “you’ll take what I give you, Gyu.”

Mingyu obeys, even when you begin to tease him with your hands running up his chest, cheeky fingers pinching at his nipples, and your tongue leaving a hot trail up to his neck. You do all this while rolling your hips against him, letting your walls adjust to his size as you nip and kiss at his skin until your lips finally reattach to his.

Mingyu can no longer keep his hands to himself, taking fistfuls of your ass, squeezing the muscle, and guiding you as you ride him. As much as you’d like to stay in control, you love the slight twinge of pain from his tight grip on you, and the pleasure that comes along with the friction of his length moving in and out of your tight pussy.

The kiss is messy as you continue to ride him, his teeth biting at your bottom lip and moaning when he grazes that spot inside of you that only he can reach. “Fuck, only you can fuck me like this, love everything about you.”

It’s a slight confession that you’ll regret in hindsight, but you don’t miss the way he matches your movements as you ride him, starry eyes staring up at you as you begin to lean back. Mingyu is convinced he’s in love himself, but he couldn’t admit that just now. In the meantime, he soaks in the way you lean back, chest on display for him as you hold onto his knees and continue to ride him expertly.

He swears you’re beautiful just like this (even though you’re beautiful all the time, admittedly). He would have never imagined that his best friend could take him so well, fuck him so well, and make his stomach flutter and head rush like how you do.

Mingyu almost loses it when you pull his body up to yours, the push of your chest against his and the feeling of your skin making him impossibly harder inside of you. You use his shoulders as support, bouncing up and down on his cock and letting his lips work at your skin.

You can tell he’s close, from the bead of sweat that runs down his chest, from the way he throbs inside of you, and from the pathetic whiney moan that escapes his lips. His hands become desperate, palming at your skin wherever he can grab and make you moan. You continue to breathe out praises to him, letting him know that you couldn’t ever get enough of his cock, that it’s perfect for you, and that he’s such a good toy.

Mingyu cums inside of you from all the praise, unable to hold back the hot ropes that fill you as your walls clench impossibly tighter around him. Watching and hearing him lose himself so pathetically beneath you has you finishing with him, your body shaking with his as he fills you deep inside. You both shiver upon lifting from him, watching the cum drip from your folds as you hold yourself above him, Mingyu dropping a finger down to your core to collect himself and pump it back in between your swollen folds.

Mingyu doesn’t let you go that night, hands roaming your body and lips constantly reconnecting with yours until you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

That next morning Mingyu was relieved to find you next to him. Mingyu couldn’t hide the smirk on his face when you rolled over to cuddle closer to him, knowing that you couldn’t ever hold out from him no matter what.

Seungcheol had kept a close eye on you two these past couple of months, knowing exactly when you and Mingyu had started hooking up, knowing exactly when things got weird (hence the dating), and exactly when you two were back at it. He was sick of you two skirting around everyone, eyeing you both suspiciously as Mingyu shyly flirted with you at the bar.

Seungcheol almost felt bad for the poor guy, knowing he just needed the push to ask you out for real, and knowing that Mingyu was helplessly head over heels for you. Mingyu was alarmed when Seungcheol firmly placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from you for the first time that night.

Leaning toward Mingyu, Seungcheol whispered a warning in his ear, “I swear to god, if you don’t ask Y/N out by next weekend, I’ll beat your ass for making it weird for all of us here.”

Mingyu couldn’t stop the toothy smile that took over his features, sending a wink Seungcheol’s way, “believe me, I’m working on it. There will be no more ‘somebody else’ by next weekend.”

Making sure to stick to his word, Mingyu no longer let anybody else into your heart other than him.

#svthub #mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen hard thoughts #im down bad ok

[lesbianpepsi]

Meant To Be Yours

pairing: amber freeman x fem!reader

summary: amber has tricked you into killing one student, you refuse to be tricked again; something amber doesn't like.

words: 2.165k

warnings: canon scream stuff, death, description of murder, knives, violence, blood, swearing, toxic!amber, manipulation, bad writing

authors note: a double whammy tonight for y'all. i have no regrets.

"All is forgiven, baby. I promise I'm not mad about what you said to me." Amber said through the call making your jaw clench as you shake your head, not believing a word that comes out of her pretty mouth.

"Stop calling me, Amber." You told her in the most demanding voice you could muster up, covering it up with your growing fear as your eyes glanced around your living room. "I've not forgiven you so just leave me the fuck alone." 

Amber scoffs through the device. "Why are you saying these things, Y/n? You've practically thrown me out like I'm fucking trash!" Her voice became more gruff as her anger quickly replaced her fake kindness.

"Because you are, Amber, you're fucking trash. You tricked me." You remarked as you ran a hand through your hair, staring intently at the dark corners of the room. 

"Is that what you think? That I tricked you?" Amber asks you in an overly heartbroken tone making you roll your eyes. "You did trick me, Amber, you manipulated me into doing something vile."

"Baby, you know I'd never manipulate you, I love you too much." She says her voice is becoming quieter. 

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you shook your head, your jaw still clenched tightly. "You manipulated me into killing, Wes." You whispered through gritted teeth, your heart beating erratically in your chest. "You said it was going to be a harmless prank to scare him."

"It was harmless." She defended, the sound of her shuffling around being heard on the phone. "Wes was a bitch boy anyway."

You scoffed as you stood up from the couch, your anger towards your girlfriend and the grief and guilt of Wes's death making your blood boil in a disgusting way.

"Fuck you." You whispered before hanging up on her, turning your phone on silent mode before tossing it onto the couch. 

It was only supposed to be a prank; that's what she told you. 

Wes was notorious for his hatred towards horror movies, especially Amber's favourite Stab. 

Amber suggested to you that you and her should play a little prank on him after he was "too touchy" with you as Amber said.

The prank being you and Amber would dress up in the famous Ghostface costumes and give him a little scare.

You were reluctant in the beginning but after Amber's persuasive words you eventually agreed.

Amber had already planned it out and told you how the prank was going to play out. 

You would call him as Amber would sneak into his house and scare him before taking off her mask and showing her friend it was a prank.

That isn't how the prank went. 

You were in Amber's car on call with Wes as Amber sneaked into the house late at night in the Ghostface attire.

In the beginning it was going smoothly, even funny to you at times. Then in a blink of an eye everything changed.

As you uttered the iconic line "What's your favourite scary movie?" you didn't get a panic response or even get hung up on; instead you heard fighting.

Screams so loud and guttural you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

Immediately you ran into the house to see what had happened to your absolute horror. You saw Wes on the floor covered in blood as he gargled on his own blood, his throat cut lightly, as if Amber was teasing him an easy and quick death. 

You didn't even know how it was possible that Amber could hurt him so much in less than thirty seconds. 

His eyes met yours as he whispered out his final words, a look of betrayal on his face.

"Y/n?" 

Amber killed Wes, and you helped her. 

You screamed at Amber as she gazed at Wes's dead body, taking off her mask as a look of pleasure swirled in her dark eyes.

She was proud. 

When you threatened to tell the police what she had done her proudness was replaced with smugness as she waltzed at you, a bloodied knife still in her grip. 

"You're an accomplice to my crime, baby. You call the cops on me and we both go down." 

Her words hit you like a wrecking balls with reality. You were an accomplice to her crimes.

The Bonny to her Clyde.

You didn't know what to do - you still don't know what to do, confess the truth to the police and go to prison or keep the entire killing an unsolved mystery; let your best friend become an unsolved case.

One thing you have been doing is avoiding Amber, hell, you've been avoiding everyone. You haven't left your house in days as you rotted away; the guilt slowly killing you.

Sighing, you ignore the vibrations from your phone as you move towards the kitchen, going to make yourself a glass of water in a weak attempt to calm yourself down. 

Grabbing a glass you headed towards the sink to fill up your glass. As the cold water slowly filled it up your eyes were focused on it as your thoughts were plagued by Wes.

You didn't even notice the person standing in the corner of the kitchen.

"Y/n."

You gasped as you dropped the glass making a loud clatter as it landed in the sink. Turning on your heel to your horror you see Amber standing a few feet away with a soft smile, the one that used to make your heart swoon. 

"Don't run." She asks you as she takes a step forward. 

Without hesitation as you do the exact opposite of her words, sprinting away as you headed towards your front door.

"I said don't fucking run away from me!" Amber yelled as her heavy footsteps were heard right on your heel.

Using all the strength and speed you could muster you force yourself to run even faster, but it wasn't fast enough. 

Amber's foot trips yours making you collapse to the ground as the view to the front door just reaches your eye sight.

You whimpered in pain as you tried scrambling back up but was stopped by Amber jumping forwards and standing in the hallway heading towards the door, blocking you from escaping the house; blocking you from escaping her.

She sighs as she runs a hand through her hair, looking down at you. "My love, please stop being like this. We're in this together, you can't leave me alone." 

Her soft spoken words wither into your heart as your glare softens, staring up at her as you slowly stand up. 

"Why are you here, Amber?" You demand as you take a wary step backward, your eyes focused on her body the entire time.

Amber's eyes gleam as she smiles crookedly at you, taking a singular step closer to you. 

"You left me, Y/n." She whispers, taking another step closer as you take another one back. "I fell apart without you and you've fallen apart without me."

You shake your head as you glance back at the stairs that would lead you to your bedroom before back at Amber's innocent looking face.

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart, you and I both know we can't live without each other. It's what made me realise something." Amber whispers, taking another step closer as you don't take another step back, breathing heavily as you stare at her.

She smiled sweetly as she reached you close enough to place her hand in your cheek, caressing it gently.

"We're meant to be." She insists.

You smile back at her as you lean into her touch, Amber visually relaxes as her smile softens.

"No we're not." You say before punching her in the face with all the strength you had in your body.

Amber stumbled back in shock as a small ooze of blood began spilling from her nose. One of her slender fingers touches the blood before pulling away to examine it.

Her jaw clenched as her eyes connected with yours, a look of pure rage in her black eyes.

You swiftly turn around as you run up the stairs as you head towards your bedroom, the only place you know has a lock and a secret weapon.

"Y/n!" Amber yells as she chases after you, right behind you as she tries grabbing you, her fingers skimming over your back. 

Scrambling towards your room you unlock it and throw yourself inside before slamming your body against it, shutting it as you locked it. 

Amber's fist pounds against the door as she screams your name.

"Y/n, don't lock me out! I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one." She yells through the door, her palm laying flat against it.

You jump towards your dresser where a small pocket knife Amber gifted you was hidden.

Tears are free falling from your eyes speedily but you paid no attention to them, your only focus being on your life.

"You were meant to be mine." Amber growls from behind the door, banging against it once again. 

You flinch at the sound as you flick the blade out of its pocket, backing up against the corner wall as you sobbed quietly.

"I'm all that you need, Y/n, me. Not Liv, not Chad, not even fucking Tara; but me." Amber insisted in a raucous voice as she yelled. "You carved open my fucking heart, Y/n, you can't just leave me to bleed!" 

Your heart is going a hundred miles per hour as your hand becomes shaky, the small knife with Amber's and your initials on the blade shakes.

"Y/n!" She screams in a guttural rage, leaning her forehead against the door from the other side. "Open the door, please." Amber whispers but is loud enough that you hear it.

"Y/n, open the door." She begs again in a pleading voice, her own voice becoming shaky.

You frowned at her hurt voice as you unconsciously took a step closer to the door.

"Y/n, can we not fight anymore, please?" Amber whimpers, making your heart crack at her voice. 

You shake your head as you try to force yourself to stop getting closer to the door. You know she's only doing this to make you open the door, yet you still can't help but feel bad. 

"Please, baby, can we not fight anymore? I get that you're scared and that's my fault, and I'm so sorry, Y/n." You don't say anything as you remain frozen in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do.

"I've been there, feeling the guilt, I was there with you, remember? Do you really think I haven't been feeling horrible about it too?" Amber wailed from behind the door, her voice cracking.

Amber has been feeling guilty about it? You thought she didn't care?

"I can set you free, Y/n. From all the guilt and pain. I know how to." Amber states making your eyes widen in hope. She could make you feel better?

You're silent as you try to process her words, something Amber sees as a sign of rejection.

"Y/n, don't make me come in there." Amber says, her voice becoming louder and angrier the more she spoke. "I'm gonna count to three and if you don't open this fucking door I won't help you." She yells banging the door once again to emphasise her point.

You don't want that, you want Amber's help, if she wouldn't lie to you again, would she?

Wordlessly, you quietly walk over to the door, unlocking it as fresh tears still flow down your cheeks.

Amber immediately opened the door as her eyes locked with yours, her furious expression fading away. 

"You opened the door." She says breathlessly as she takes a step closer to you, her eyes averting  from yours to the knife in your hand.

You nod your head slowly as you drop the knife, your heart beating for Amber and Amber only now.

"Will you help me?" You croak out in a strangled voice. Amber nods her head as she smiles at you, placing a hand on her cheek just as she did earlier, the blood under her nose dripping onto her shirt but she didn't care.

"I'd do anything for you, baby, you're mine and I love you with all my soul and heart." Amber says as she uses her free hand to grab yours, interlocking your fingers together. "We're meant to be." She insists with her crooked smile.

You look down at your hands noticing the bruises on Amber's knuckles along with a few healed cuts. 

God, you caused that. You might've hated Amber but you also loved her. 

"Say it." Amber asked as she tugged your cheek making you look at her with tearful eyes. "Say you're meant to be mine." 

You swallow nervously as you gazed into Amber's dark eyes, blinded by her beauty and soft words.

"Meant to be yours."

#amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x female reader #amber freeman x fem reader #amber freeman x y/n #amber freeman x you #amber freeman #amber freeman angst #mikey madison x reader #my fanficiton #my writing

[yourmommygay]

Faking it all.

Summary: high school au where colby is the popular guy and y/n is the shy good girl. Will they fall in love im not sure.

Pairings: colby brock x plus size!chloe sanchez (aka you reading this) , sam golbach x Amanda sid, jake webber x Tara yummy.

THIS IS A SERIES, MDI 18+.

Warnings: explicit language, smut, mutual pinning, bullying, fighting, mentions of abuse, colby being kind of a dick at first, Amber being a bully (I love Amber so much, she would never pick on some1 I know but it's just for the story)

It started off as just another day, walking through the school halls when chloe reached her locker. Trying to balance her books in one arm while opening her locker with the other, she heard heels clicking on the floor which could mean one of two things, either chloes day was about to go south or her best friend was coming.

"Hey nerd" she heard Amanda behind her, rolling her eyes at the nickname chloe finally got her locker open. " hi Amanda, where's Tara?" Chloe asked her friend while shoving her books into her locker, "here she comes with jake, sam and colby" Amanda said. Chloe could see Amanda push up her boobs making the non-existent cleavage appear, making chloe giggle closing her locker turning around to lean on it looking at the group coming towards her and Amanda.

"Hey sam" Amanda said playing with her hair, "hey baby, wanna go get some breakfast?" Sam asked her putting an arm around Amanda's shoulder, she nodded and they walked toward the cafeteria, "hey girly, I missed you over the summer" Tara said pulling me into a hug, "you look so different but you look beautiful." She said pulling back to admire me.

Chloe was wearing minimal makeup, a slipknot band shirt, ripped jeans and combat boots and her glasses. "What do you guys think?" Tara asked the guys turning back to them, "oh yeah, I like your outfit" jake said smiling then pulling me into a hug, "yeah you look nice chlo-" colby started but got cut off "oh hi colby!" Amber said walking over.

She gave colby a hug and then pulled away to give me a dirty look "why are you hanging with this freak? Do you feel bad for her? Aw you've always been so sweet" she said praising colby but also insulting me, "go away Amber, I'm hanging out with chloe cause we are friends" colby said shrugging Amber off his arm coming to stand next to me putting his arm around me.

"But colby we are supposed to be together, your the most popular boy, apart from sam and I'm the most popular girl, apart from Amanda. We should be together like sam and Amanda." Amber said trying to persuade colby. "Everybody in this hall, do you like Amber more or chloe!" Jake shouted, a chant of chloe's name started along with people saying things like "she helps me with homework", "she's a good person, Amber isn't", "she always listens to me and gives me good advice".

Chloe started to smile and tear up hearing that she had a good effect on these peoples lives, "you heard them Amber, if I should be with anyone it's gonna be chloe, it makes sense. Jake and Tara, sam and Amanda, me and chloe. Just makes sense" colby said pulling her closer to him.

Truth be told, she had always had a thing for colby ever since they met when they were 3 and their dad's became work buddies, colby had never been a total dick to her. He would make jokes that made him sound like a dick but he was also a dick to those that hurt chloe.

Chloe wouldn't know it yet but colby had felt the same as chloe that's why he would always joke around with her but also protect her, chloe may not remember a thing colby promised her at the age of 6 but colby did and he was always gonna stick to it,

*Flashback*

Colby and chloe had been playing all day outside in the park, their mother's sitting at a bench with each other laughing at some story they were sharing, as chloe and colby were playing tag chloe bumped into another kid, his name is zach. He was the main bully in the school, taking kids toys and keeping them, hitting teachers and throwing things when he wouldn't get what he wanted.

As zach turned around he looked at chloe as if he was about to hit her, as he went to hit her colby pushed him out of the way and kicked him grabbing chloes hand and rushing over to their mom's.

In the back of his mom's car he turned to chloe "are you OK?" He asked chloe moving over towards her, she nodded and quietly replied "yes, thank you for what you did back there".

Colby chuckled "I promise you I will always protect you and I will love you forever" he said grabbing her hand and kissing it fully locking in the promise.

*end of flashback*

Colby made sure to keep to his promise but now loving chloe in a different way he had when they were younger. All colby new was that this year was the year he made chloe his.

A/n I hope you liked this, this was part one of the series I'm not sure how many parts there will be, I might also put this on my wattpad.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock smut #colby brock x reader #sam and colby #colby brock story #colby brock x plus!size reader #sam golbach #sam golbach imagine #jake webber #jake webber imagine #sam golbach story #jake webber story

[drenix004]

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘━━━ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐙𝐀

-> Teaser

❝𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲︙It was the candy she needed to cope with the life of danger and death she had willingly gotten herself into.❞

❛Her sweet, natural attitude reminded him of honey, and her peculiar amber eyes reaffirmed this❜

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, among others, if you are not comfortable, don't read it !

rating: 18+

pairings: Valeria Garza x female Oc

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

¡para las personas que hablan español, actualizo primero la historia en wattpad :)

Link de wattpad-> Honey

━━━━━━━━》❈《 ━━━━━━━

The happiest day of your life is supposed to be your wedding day. The decorations, the flowers, the dress, the guests, the music as you walk in; everything should be a beautiful memory.

But she hated it all.

The guests? They were strangers to her, and the few she knew only smiled falsely at her misfortune.

The dress? She found it hideous; the lace itched, and the fancy design with stones was repulsive to her. That kind of dress did not suit her.

The embellishments were ostentatious, seeking to grab attention, just like the smiling man standing before her.

She should feel joyful on this great day, but all she experienced was revulsion, disgust and hatred towards the person waiting for her at the altar.

She longed to escape, to run away from that damned church, to return to Mexico. However, the strong grip on her arm by her supposed father, together with a sharp object pressed against her side, confirmed that there would be no escape.

She was not advancing toward the altar of her own free will.

As she approached, she couldn't help but wonder if she would have been spared this whole nightmare if she had waited a few more minutes in the classroom without making a sound.

She would not have found out about the prostitution and drug ring operating within the medical specialty school, much less been forced to experiment on freshman students who were victims of said ring.

Had she not been selfish, she would have turned down the scholarship and stayed in Mexico, content to be a general practitioner only. She would have avoided all this.

She wouldn't have to forcibly marry that son of a bitch Jérémie to keep her quiet, but she wasn't stupid, she knew the Frenchman would kill her once they were alone to erase any trace of evidence.

-No, please,- he muttered when he was almost there.

He began to pray for something to happen, a miraculous chance to escape, anything.

-It doesn't matter what it is, but let it stop. Have mercy on me, Lord,- she continued, looking at the crucifix further back from the altar. She was desperate, mentally praying for compassion to show itself.

She turned pale when she reached the altar and was greeted by Jérémie with his fake smile.

-Why so nervous, darling? -He teased, -This is the happiest day of your life, smile.

No, someone has to stop all this, no matter who it is.

The ceremony continued, her pleas seemed to have been ignored. She was on the verge of tears, and when they stopped to give her vows, she felt life slipping away.

Just as they were about to put the ring on, gunshots and screams were heard from outside.

The guests panicked, creating chaos that was accompanied by gunshots coming closer and closer to where they were.

He turned his head towards the crucifix and, with a glimmer of hope, spoke.

-Thank you,- he thanked her for the opportunity he was being given.

She quickly removed her veil and heels. She would take advantage of the chaos to escape. When she tried to run, she was grabbed by the hair forcefully, eliciting a groan of pain.

-Oh no, you won't,- the Frenchman punched her in the cheek, knocking her to the ground.

No one was aware of what was happening; they were more focused on fleeing or hiding as men dressed in black and armed burst in violently, confronting the guards.

When Jérémie crouched down to her full height, she spat blood in his face before kicking him and starting to crawl away from him, the dress getting in the way, the tail weighing her down and making it harder for her to stand on her own.

When she finally got the balance to stand up, her dress was pulled hard, making her fall again.

The Frenchman had no intention of letting her escape; if he couldn't kill her on the honeymoon, he would do it now.

-Bastard,-he shouted loudly. She began clawing at the Frenchman's arms in a desperate attempt to free herself as she kicked, but to no avail.

His vision began to blur due to lack of oxygen.

Another shot rang out, followed by Jérémie's screams of pain and curses.

The white dress was stained scarlet.

She coughed as she struggled to breathe. Her throat burned from the pain, but at least oxygen was getting to her lungs.

-You're dead, cabrón.

Even in a daze, she could recognize the voice. She looked to the side in astonishment: a woman with short black hair was making her way through the armed men, who were respectfully moving aside. The woman was not looking at her; her eyes were fixed on the man who had tried to kill her. Her dark eyes promised that this was only the beginning of the tragedy.

-Valeria?

Chapters: teaser, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

#call of duty #valeria mw2 #valeria cod #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #valeria x f! reader #valeria x reader #valeria garza x fem!reader #cod mw2 #mw2 #cod modern warfare #wife!valeria garza

[isamajor]

Whump drabbles : Auri

I – Gag

They had found themselves in a Falmer-infested cavern. The darkness, barely lit by the reflection of the glowing mushrooms on the dripping walls of the cavern, was stifling. Lucian squeaked. Instinctively, Auri clapped her hand over his mouth, telling him to be quiet. The Falmer were blind, but their hearing was very keen, even allowing them to fire their bows with surprising accuracy. Everyone here preferred to try to avoid confrontation as much as possible. Auri whispered into Lucien's ear that she wouldn't hesitate to gag him at the next moan that came out of his lips. (100)

•

II – Pet

Sobs were choking in Auri's voice as she told her story.

“Hundred of trees burned, and I heard their screaming within my mind every time I closed my eyes. I fled. I fled and I didn't look back.”

Sitting on a rock, she tenderly caressed the tree stump next to her. Her large amber eyes seemed empty, as if lost in the past. A big tear rolled down her cheek. Without a word, Kaidan petted her head, running his big hand through the Bosmer's red hair, in a clumsy attempt to console her. (95)

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III – Smoke

The dragon was burning all around them, the dry grass of the plain, the trees... Even this old stone guard tower was burning. The air was filled with smoke and the smell of terror. There was no escaping, except to take down the imposing beast that circled above them. Auri could be heard on the other side of the flames whimpering that her eyes were too irritated to shoot a bow properly. And Inigo's hissing cough. Lucien was trying to repel the flames near him with ice magic. How could they fight, half asphyxiated by the smoke? And even more, to defeat that dragon? (105)

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IV – Salve

Auri felt bad about living in a part of the world where everything would be made from wood, but salved her conscience by thinking how she would follow and defend the Green Pact until her death. After this accident in Valenwood years ago, she swore to herself she would try everything she could to be worthy of Y'ffre. No salve would appease her heart of the terror of being consigned back to the primordial Ooze after her death, so she can only be as zealous as possible and hope Y'ffre would forgive her for breaking the Pact. (99)

•

V - « Don't lie to me »

The wound on Gore's leg had been treated and his motor skills had improved greatly. However, a few days later, behind a fake playful smile and a quip between clenched teeth, pain hasn't left his gaze.

"Do you know how pale you look, right now? Are you okay ?" asked Auri.

"I'm fine Auri."

"Don't lie to me. You don't look like a person who is fine. You're awfully pale and sweaty. It's your leg, isn't it ?"

The Nord rolled his eyes in respense, not daring to admit his trouble, like a kid caught in the act. (104)

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VI – Failed Escape

Auri and Remiel huddled together, their breathing ragged with anguish. The oppressive artificial light of the Dwemer ruin surrounded them, their failed escape leaving them trapped within its thick walls. Auri's heart pounded with each echoing noise of the Dwemer spheres that hunted them. Her arrows felt useless against their metal armor. Remiel, usually confident in her knowledge about all Dwemer things, cursed herself for misjudging the automatons' numbers. If they didn't get out of this ancient maze quickly, they would end up buried alive in these subterranean ruins, far from the surface and the rays of the sun. (104)

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VII – Bio Weapon

Sanguinare Vampiris, they called the illness, a virus like a curse spread by the bloodthirsty creatures of the night. Fear gripped the hearts of the afflicted, for they knew what awaited them. Three days of torment and suffering, the slow progression towards an eternal transformation. Auri trembled as she began to suffer of the first symptoms after a fight against a Vampire. She knew the consequences all too well :the slow transformation into a creature she loathed. Altering one's nature was against Y'ffre's wishes. She had to find a cure, before it was too late. (98)

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VIII – Alone

She felt alone, so alone. Her heart was heavy and even in the middle of their group, she felt left out. She missed Valenwood and its majestic forests. She missed her family. She missed living in her culture among her own people. But now she was an outcast. She was no longer welcome in her home. She was alone, in these hostile places where everything was made of wood and where the Bosmer couldn't care less about the Green Pact and their god Y'ffre. And even within their group, between two laughs, her gaze was lost and her heart longed to go home. (105)

#skyrim #skyrim custom followers #auri #auri song of the green #whump #whump drabble #depictions of violence and pain

[ms-hells-bells]

the alex murdaugh trial concerns me in the same way as the amber heard trial, albeit in completely different contexts. i believe murdaugh is guilty AND i believe that the evidence was enough to prove beyond a reasonable doubt. he's a murderer. but with interviews the jurors have done (which already has me side-eyeing), they don't refer to that evidence, they talk about how he 'seemed guilty', 'he was acting, turning the tears on and off', 'you could just feel he did it'.

you cannot base your guilty verdict off of how you feel and 'body language'. these random jurors think that they are human behaviour experts because of all the documentaries, youtube videos, and tiktoks they have seen. not only are they not, but body language analysis is a PSEUDOSCIENCE, with very little solid evidence. it should be in the same category as lie detectors. there's a bunch of cases currently running through the US court system alone that are overturned convictions, solid appeals, retrials, and lawsuits, because innocent people have been convicted based on 'guilty behaviour'. and not just innocent people, there are people who very well MAY be guilty, but their conviction was based on faulty jury considerations, and if the conviction gets fully thrown out rather than retrial, then they can never be retried for that crime, and the victims/victims' families lose out too.

and, connecting it to amber, these same armchair experts think that, despite all the physical evidence of depp's abuse in this CIVIL (so, there is no 'beyond reasonable doubt', it just had to be more likely than not) case, amber lost because 'she was fake crying', 'she seemed guilty', 'she acted weird'. this overreliance on body behaviour harms women and the mentally disabled the most in court, and affects black people in the presence of police, who also get trained/believe this faulty 'you can tell they're guilty by their face/behaviour' logic.

i can't completely blame it on social media, the belief that you can 'tell a guilty person by their emotions and behaviour' has existed for centuries if not longer, because humans like to believe they can tell a good person from a person who'd do horrible things. they want to separate themselves from people who commit reprehensible actions, view it as other. because accepting that it's family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances, etc. who do these things, people you like, is incredibly difficult. but social media has made it so much worse, facing the wrath and scrutiny of millions of people as opposed to your local community. echo chambers of people agreeing with each other, and feeling that if they are in the majority group, they have to be right.

i think that murdaugh is going to appeal, and his team is going to focus on the statements of the jurors post trial, especially when the dispute of body language and the many appeals and overturned convictions coming from it are big at the moment.

[jaxteller87]

Aftermath II(big papa 12)

Amber POV

After my outburst, I hastily threw some essentials into a bag and made my way to my parents’ old place. I knew I’d probably just earned myself a permanent ban from the clubhouse with what I’d done. Hell, I don’t even think Gemma’s pulled off the stunt I just did.

Outside, I waited, my nerves frayed, but nobody came out. I couldn’t tell whether that was a good thing— or a bad thing. I nonchalantly looked through a small gap in the door, and I could make out a few members— Jax and Clay weren’t among them. Not wanting to test the waters any further than I already did, I went back home and waited for whatever came next.

The first thing I did when I got back was roll a joint. I was stressed to the max, not only over what had just happened but also everything that led up to this moment of me blowing my top. My hands were shaking, and my thoughts trailed, making it almost impossible to roll a respectable joint, but I managed— even if half of it ended up on my lap. I no sooner sparked it up until I heard the familiar rumble of that old pickup truck turning the corner, announcing Jax’s arrival. I took a few drags as he pulled into the driveway; I’m sure he could see me. He fiddled with something on the passenger seat before he finally got out. He handed me a shake; his expression was surprisingly calm. 

“Hey, darlin’.”

“Peach! Thank you,” I coughed, taking the offering and handing him the shittiest joint I had ever rolled and he had probably ever seen.

“So, uh—” he took a slight drag and handed it back, “That was quite the show back there, huh?”

Then, the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down my face as I poured out apologies. “I don’t know what came over me. I just felt so powerless! I didn’t know what to do, but I had to do something.”

“Calm down, babe,” Jax didn’t hesitate; he scooped me up and settled me in his lap. “Shh, it’s alright, my love. I understand,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my shattered emotions. “I think Clay finally realized just how scared you’ve been all this time.”

“I can’t... lose you,” I sobbed, clinging to him desperately. “Without you, I’d truly be alone.”

“I know,” Jax replied, his thumb brushing away my tears before they could fall. “And you won’t. I promise.”

Between sobs, I managed a weak attempt at humor. “So, am I banned from SAMCRO now?”

Jax chuckled, “Actually, no. You got a standing ovation, believe it or not. But more importantly, you got through to him.”

“Clay? I did?” I stopped crying suspiciously quickly. It probably made it seem like I was faking, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. In my head, I ran a hundred scenarios, but none of them ended with me getting through to Club President.

“Yeah, you did. Sometimes, it takes someone from the outside to make the old man see reason,” Jax mused, leaning in to kiss my forehead. I returned the gesture with a grateful smile. His hand slid down to give my butt a playful squeeze, eliciting a giggle from me.

“I love you, big papa,” I whispered.

“I love you too, darlin’,” Jax kissed my forehead, “But…”

“But?” I reared back, almost expecting him to say something crazy like he didn’t want to be with me anymore.

“But— you really can’t go bustin’ into church like that. Gemma’s been around since the First Nine, and she wouldn’t even pull a stunt like that.”

“So, you’re mad?” I puffed out my bottom lip.

“Not at all. You did what you felt was needed, and if I’m being honest, it was most definitely needed. You just fortified what half the room was thinkin’ anyway. But there are ways— traditions, so to speak, regarding how to approach these types of situations.”

“I got it, babe,” I smiled, “I hear you loud and clear— Don’t do it again.”

“Perfect,” he kissed me on the lips. “You got through to the old man, but he had to get a small win, so I told him I’d talk to you about your actions.”

“Oh,” I chuckled, “So, that’s what that was? Just now?”

Jax grinned back at me, “Exactly.”

“I’m pretty high right now,” I admitted, slurping down my milkshake.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I repeated, “I think the munchies are coming on.”

“I figured you might say that,” Jax sat me back in my chair and walked to the truck. When he returned, he had a to-go bag with a burger and fries inside. “Tell me I don’t know my sweetheart.”

“If we weren’t already married, I’d propose to you right now,” I joked, taking the bag and digging in. Afterward, I felt a thousand better. We went inside, put on a movie, and for the first time in a long time— I felt relaxed. There I was, nestled in Jax’s arms, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, we’d face them together, as we always had. For in the brotherhood of SAMCRO and in the love we shared, there was strength enough to conquer even the darkest of days.

#jax teller fluff #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller x oc

[natasha-in-space]

hii! can you write an imagine about seven comforting you after failing an exam? I think it's be super cute 🥺

To say you were devastated would be like saying nothing at all. So many gruelling nights were spent hunched over at your desk, putting everything you had into memorizing every bit of useful info you could possibly get your hands on. It was exhausting and at times outright unbearable. Still, regardless of how tough your studying sessions would get, you grit your teeth and pulled through it all, determined to prove not only to others but to yourself as well, that you could do it on your own.

Perhaps, putting this much pressure on yourself wasn't a good idea from the very beginning, but it's hard to see clearly when you've got piles and piles of work to get through. Sometimes, even finding a single minute to just breath and rest your eyes was something you couldn't achieve. To realize that all that hard work was for nothing... It felt like the weight of the entire world came crashing down right onto your shoulders.

You managed to keep yourself together at first, putting on a fake smile and waving off all concern coming your way from your friends, pushing the bitter tears into the darkest corners of your mind and continuing on with your day as if nothing was wrong.

You didn't want others to pity you right now.

Though, all that self-resolve came crashing down once you finally made your way to the bunker, barely gathering up enough strength in your trembling legs to step over the doorstep. You knew that you had to bring up the news to Saeyoung, whether you wanted to or not. You couldn't hide this from him, now when he spent these past few days never once leaving your side, always encouraging you and reminding you to take care of yourself with a warm glint in his amber eyes. You'll have to look him straight in the eyes and come face to face with your failure.

And this exact realization was what finally broke the camel's back. All the emotions you skillfully avoided and pushed away throughout this horrendous day came flooding back in a form of ugly tears burning at your eyes as you were completely helpless to stop them now. Shortly after the first tear have wet your cheek, a choked up sob wrecked your entire body as you slowly slid onto the floor, hiding your face in your hands and attempting to muffle the sounds of your crying to the best of your abilities, even if you knew that it won't be long until you will be found.

You were a complete mess and you hated every single second of this pathetic display.

"Y/N? Oh my God, are you okay!?"

Your head snapped into the direction from which your partner's voice came through, laced with worry and fear, only for you to realize that he was much closer to you than you were initially anticipating. You must have didn't notice him come running through all that whimpering and sniffling. Saeyoung was kneeling right in front of you, his expression full of concern and alarm. You couldn't really blame him for thinking of the worst possible scenario, considering the situation.

What a joke it was that you were having a full on breakdown just because of a stupid test.

"Saeyoung-" You managed to choke out through all the ugly hiccuping, trying to hurriedly wipe away the teary mess on your face, only for more tears to come out the longer you thought of your exam. "It's fine. I'm fine. I'm just being stupid. I-I didn't want to worry you."

He merely shook his head with a slight frown slowly adorning his face, reaching out to gently grab hold of your trembling hands into his own and carefully pulling them away from your face.

"You're not being stupid, and it's clearly not fine at all. I'm just glad to see that you're not hurt. When I heard you crying, I just... thought of the worst, I guess. Sorry for pressuring you, starshine." He explained patiently, not a single sign of annoyance in his quite voice as he instead took a seat on the floor beside you, not touching you directly in any way, but still making a point of him being there in case you'd want to lean on him. "Now tell me, what happened...?"

"The exam..." The words felt like poison as they flew off your tongue, making you hide your face in between your knees in response to the shame filling your every thought like a disgusting parasite who's only purpose was to cause you even more suffering. "I failed it. I worked so hard and I sacrificed so much of my time, and I put everything I had into it, and I still failed. And even after all that, instead of just accepting my failure, all I do is just- cry about it like a complete moron!"

You could hear a small gasp of surprise at your words from where he was sitting beside you. Saeyoung knew just how hard you worked for that test more than anyone else. He saw firsthand how you put your all into your studies, determined to get the right result, even at the expense of your own health at times. You were too scared to look up and see the disappointment in his eyes, so you just dug your fingers into your knees, trying your best to stop the trembling that came as a result of your petty tears.

"Oh, Y/N..." He sighed, this time, slowly putting his arms around you in a light hug, clearly waiting for your reaction to make sure that you weren't against such close physical contact right now. And regardless of how angry with yourself you really felt, you were helpless against his comforting scent and warmth welcoming you into their embrace so openly. So, you pressed up against his chest, curling up into him, as if you were trying to hide from the whole world inside of his arms, to which he did not object whatsoever, instead squeezing you tightly and starting to carefully caress your head without saying a single word and just letting you cry for as long as you needed to.

A couple of silent moments have passed as your sobbing gradually subsided, before he spoke up again, leaning down just enough to place a long and tender kiss onto the top of your head. "Please don't talk so badly about yourself just because of this one test, okay? You're not a moron for feeling upset... Of course you're crying: you've worked so hard and put yourself under so much pressure to succeed, only to not get the results you wanted! It's okay to cry, and it's okay to feel bad about this. You're not a robot to just brush away every single bad thing and move on with your life like nothing happened. I mean, do you remember just how much of a mess I was when we were in Rika's apartment? Back then, you told me to give myself time. So, do the same thing for yourself, starshine. You're not a failure and you're definitely not stupid. For me, you're the most amazing person in the entire universe... and my judgement of people is usually correct, just so you know."

You gave out a small giggle through your tears, unable to help yourself despite your somber mood. "You're such a dork sometimes..."

Saeyoung chucked in response, his soft laughter radiating through his chest right into your ear where it was pressed up against him. "Yeah, well, I'm your dork, forever and always."

He carefully shifted on the floor, just enough so that he could get a good look at your tearstricken face. This time, as you've calmed down a little, you didn't feel the need to hide yourself from him, so when he cupped your face into his warm hands, you just let him, pursing your lips into a thin line.

"Just please don't forget that I'm here for you, always. Even if you just hit your toe and want someone to nurse you back to health, I'll be there in half a second speed. So, don't think that your troubles are not worth my time, Y/N." He placed his forehead onto your own, closing his eyes and letting a gentle smile stretch the corners of his lips upright. You were too mesmerized to do that same, too transfixed on his comforting words and loving touch. "I know you better than anyone else in this entire world. You're so hardworking and intelligent, sometimes in such ways that I never thought were even possible. Your grades don't speak for even a fraction of your worth in this world, so don't let them define you. You continue to amaze me every single day, and I refuse a single bad grade to take that away both from me and from you."

"...That's easier said than done, but I do see what you mean, love. I'll... try to be kinder to myself in the future. I wouldn't want you to badmouth yourself like that, so I guess... It's only fair for you to feel the same, right?" You sigh, finally feeling like you can breathe freely once again.

"Then it's a good thing that we've got each other in this boss battle against our inner demons! Now, come on. I'll get a warm bath running for you. After so much stress, you should really take it easy and just relax for the rest of the day. Just so you know, Doctor Choi won't take no for an answer!"

You snickered, nudging him in a chest with your arm. "Only if Doctor Choi will join me."

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #hope this was okay! ♡ #failing exams sucks but it's not the end of the world #and saeyoung will always be there to remind you of it!

[thatonewatching]

Church Boy-Cruel

"Travis, I don't mean this in... that way, but I love you." I admitted. "You do?" he asked. "I mean, yea." I choked out. "I... love you too, Sally Face..." he retorted, letting tears fall from his face. I sent everyone else out of the room and grabbed my mask and buckled it. "Sal, can you not wear that around me?" he asked, tired. "Travis..." I muttered. "Sure..." I obliged. 

Unbuckling my mask and holding it in my hand, I stared down at Travis. His hair was messy and disheveled. His olive skin was soft and bruised, band-aids covering what he considered imperfections. His amber eyes were scarred with remnants of guilt, sadness, and disappointment. 

"You ready to go?" I ask. "Yea..." he answered, faking a smile to reassure me. "C'mon." I said, reaching my hand down for him to grab. 

Travis' POV:

I grabbed onto his hand and pulled myself up. I needed a shower; I feel disgusting and dirty. "Thanks, Sally." I muttered, letting go of his hand. "Of course, Trav." he said, smiling sweetly. 

*Time Skip*

We got back to the apartment; Sal drove because he was the only sober one. Once we arrived, I walked into Sal's room with incredible speed. We quietly snuck back into his room and he let me change into some of his clothes so he could wash mine and I could wear them home. 

Sal's POV:

I grabbed him some clothes that were big on me. He changed and I went down to the basement with our clothes. I dug out David's because he won't, and put mine and Travis' in. I started it and looked through the Lost and Found for a second. 

I found this pretty necklace. It was a cross. "Megan..." I muttered, knowing that I needed to visit her soon. I grabbed it up and put it around my neck. It's safer on my neck than my pocket, if it was in there, I'd probably lose it. 

So, I went back to my room. Travis was in the bathroom and had locked the door. "You okay in there?" I called. "Yea! I'm fine!" he answered, happiness lacing his voice. "You sure?" I asked again, just wanting to make sure. "I'm fine, Sal." he reassured. "Just gonna get a shower, I feel... dirty..." he said, disgust hinting in his voice. 

"Alright, be quick." I suggested, walking to my bed and plopping down. The shower turned on and the metal hooks that hold up our shower curtain rattled. I held Gizmo for a while, petting his soft fur as his purrs vibrated my chest.

Travis' POV:

I told Sal I was going to get a shower. I turned on the water and let it get to the right temperature before stepping in. He told me to be quick, so I planned to just...wash up.

I stepped in and felt amazing as the hot water hit my sore body. Today had been a nightmare. Except now, I couldn't escape by waking up or reminding myself that it was a dream and all in my head. No, this was real and what had happened today could never be taken back. 

Never. 

I looked down at my body. I looked at the little pieces of fat that everyone swore wasn't there, the way my legs looked, and how I looked as a whole. I grabbed a washrag and started viciously scrubbing my body, especially where he touched. I washed my hair with a shampoo that smelled like Sal does.

It reminded me of him.

I took in the scent, scrubbing my scalp as my hair stuck to my forehead. 

*Time Skip*

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Looking around the bathroom, I noticed that I hadn't brought my clothes. I walked out of the bathroom and into Sal's. "Hey, Sal. Forgot my clothes." I informed him, grabbing the clothes off his bed and readjusting my towel because it felt a little loose. 

"Oh! Hey, Trav!" Sal said, quickly sitting up and grabbing his bedsheets. "Are you okay?" I ask, watching as his ears and neck turned bright pink. "Mhm!" he assured, giving me a thumbs up as his eyes darted all over my body. "Okay..." I said, walking back to the bathroom. 

Sal's POV:

I was about to lie down when my door creaked open, and I heard Travis' voice. "Hey, Sal. Forgot my clothes." he informed, grabbing the clothes off my bed. He readjusted his towel and I lost my shit. His hair was sticking to his face and dripping water all down his chest. "Oh! Hey, Trav!" I responded, trying not to make my nervousness too obvious. "Are you okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Mhm!" I reassured, taking in every part of him I could. 

"Okay..." he said, smirking and walking out. 

The scene replayed in my head, and I mentally scolded myself for being so weird. His blonde hair was shiny, and his stomach was skinny. I could see his defined collarbone and a minimal amount of his ribs. His arms were scrawny yet muscular. I could see where his body dipped into the spots only meant for that special someone and it drove me crazy knowing that the only thing separating me and it was a thin piece of cloth. 

My heart may have skipped a few beats when he walked in.

He went back to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later in his clothes. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt and some basketball shorts that I hadn't grown into yet; I gave him a pair of pink fuzzy socks I always wore when it was cold. "You ready for bed yet?" I ask, crawling into the covers and burying my face into the pillow. "Yea, see you in the morning." he said, walking out of my room. 

"Where are you going?" I ask, sitting up quickly. "The couch?" he answered, his words coming out as more of a question than a statement. "Just sleep in here. I'll sleep on the couch." I offered. "No, it's fine." he assured. "Or..." I started, wanting to just shrug off the idea altogether. "Or what?" he asked, intrigued. "Or we could just sleep together..." I suggested. 

"I guess." he obliged, walking to the bed and climbing in next to me. Before I lay down, I made sure that I had set my alarm. Once I was sure I had, I lay down and pulled the covers over myself. Travis was facing me, but he had his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted. 

"Sal, are you still awake?" Travis whispered, slightly opening his eyes. "I am, yea." I whispered back. "Can I talk to you?" he muttered, averting his eyes. "Of course, Trav. You don't have to ask." I assured, smiling sweetly at him. "Why..." he started. 

"Why is cupid so cruel?"

(Originally posted March 20th 2023 on Wattpad)

"Church Boy." - Cruel - Wattpad

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[storiesofsvu]

Escape Ch 10

Warnings: language, some hurt comfort, some major angst and arguing.

Hank ended up booking the three of you on a flight out that night, giving you time to check into a hotel and actually get some rest before heading down to the 16th precinct the next morning. Olivia Benson was quick to welcome you, introducing you to the squad, you could have sworn you caught her eyes lingering on you a few times while you were working out the holes in the case. Throughout the morning SVU ended up catching a couple more cases, detectives scattering from the precinct, leaving your Chicago team alone with Olivia in the bull pen. You were standing beside the desk Hailey was perched on, deeply engrossed in a case file SVU had.

That was when she walked in, freezing at the sight in front of her, she felt her brows furrow, a sense of confusion flying through her brain. It was you. It had to be you. But you looked completely different. Your hair was dyed back to it’s natural colour, pulled back in a chignon, your make up was softer, more neutral than the thick liner and lashes you wore at the bar. You’d swapped your leggings and casual t-shirts for a very well tailored navy pantsuit, heels on your feet, your entire demeanour seemed to have changed. She barely heard it when Benson called across the room to her, heart hammering in her chest.

“Casey!” Your heart shot into your chest, the three heads in the room all turned towards the entry way. “Meet Detective Upton, Detective Stone and A.S.A. Stone.” She gestured over to Casey, “Our A.D.A Casey Novak.”

“Amber..?” Casey felt like she couldn’t even hear her own voice in her head, a million thoughts racing through it in each second. There was a moment of small silence as you took each other in, tears forming in your eyes.

“It’s —uh…actually Y/N…”

“Ohohoo…” The quiet laugh came from Hailey, you couldn’t even bother to shoot her a glare, unable to tear your eyes away from Casey.

“I thought you were white collar?”

“And I thought you were dead!” She shot back, as she came back to life she took in the scene in the room. The body language between you and Peter, that two of the names were the same, and most importantly, the diamond ring on your finger. “A word…detective?”

“Uh—“ You glanced between the other bodies in the room, thankful more than ever now that you’d been so open with Peter, “Yeah…” Handing the folder to Hailey you followed her into a conference room, shutting the door behind you. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, palms already clammy as they wrung against each other.

“I don’t even know where to start!” Casey couldn’t wrap her head around any of the facts, and of the things that she was attempting to process at the same time. She’d been aching for you for months, her life empty, bed cold and heart shattering all over again when she caught herself daydreaming over the memories. “I watched you die!”

“Rubber bullet…fake blood…” You murmured, “Guy that shot me was another U.C.”

“You were under that whole time?” You gave a meek nod, unable to meet her eyes at the strain in her voice.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell you. The case was too dangerous. How—how’d you end up in special victims?” Her face hardened at your question, the tears evident in her eyes.

“I asked for homicide. I wanted it to get justice for victims like you, who’s killers were never found. I wanted to do everything I could to bring justice into your..death.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“How…how long have you been married?” God you could hear the shake in her voice, you absolutely hated yourself in that moment, feeling absolutely disgusting as you did everything you could to hold back your tears.

“Eight years…”

“EIGHT YEARS! What the fuck Amb—Y/N!” There it was, the rage you knew you had coming, the hurt you’d ended up causing coming bubbling up inside her. If Casey thought she was in shock when she first walked in the door, she was certain she was now. “Does he know?”

“Yes!” You could barely contain your tears by now, “We have this…deal if I’m undercover for longer than a year and outside the city.”

“Oh what? You get to make a whole relationship to go along with your fake life?”

“No, we each get like, one…free pass for the duration.”

“Free pass?!” Casey choked out, “A free pass was all I ever was to you!?”

“No!!” You scrambled to cover your tracks, trying to get the words out way in a way that properly explained how you felt, “I didn’t mean it like that. Casey, please! It was just supposed to be sex, stay casual but I fell for you, I didn’t mean to, but I did.”

“And the entire time, I didn’t even know your real name, you were feeding me lies of this fake life! Do you get how completely fucked that is?!”

“I know! And I’m sorry, please believe me…” You begged, moving further into the room, attempting to reason with her.

“Nearly a year of my life and all you told me was a lie, why should I believe you now?!” The movement of your hand racing up to wipe away a tear brought her attention to your very bare neck, ‘I’ll never take it off’ another lie…the sun was gone…just like hers. “Do you even have a brother?!” You shook your head, knowing if you spoke you wouldn’t be able to control your voice, “You’re that good of an actor? You seemed genuinely upset over the anniversary of his so called death.”

Fuck. 

You didn’t even want to admit the fact to her, wishing she hadn’t brought up the day, you took a shaking breath. As you looked up you realized she’d started actually crying now too, broken and distraught with emotions that you brought to the surface.

“I…I only had contact with my Sarge the entire op, I’d been under for over a year already. I really missed Pete, when you asked… I slipped up…it was our wedding anniversary…” Casey felt the fire inside of her turn to absolute ice, feeling practically sick to her stomach.

“You’re fucking with me…” You gave a small shake of your head, “I told you I loved you for the first time that night.”

“I know. And I said it back! And I meant it! I loved you then and I love you now! That night, that night at the bar, I wanted you to leave ‘cause I knew the raid was coming, I didn’t want you to get hit in the crossfire, I was trying to protect you!!”

“YOU DESTROYED ME!!!”

“Casey, please! I love you, I fell in love with you and that’s not a lie.”

“Yeah well I fell in love with Amber, and she’s fucking dead.” She was out the door before you could even think about attempting to go after her, whatever had brought her down to the precinct clearly didn’t matter to her anymore as she stormed out. 

As much as you wanted to run after her, chase her down, kiss her ’til you were breathless as you repeatedly told her how sorry you were, you knew you shouldn’t, she was pissed, rightfully so, and you’d give her space. You prayed that once she’d cooled down maybe you’d be able to talk things out, sort out this giant fucking mess. Dropping against the table, you tried to hold in your sobs, clearing your face of tears as your body shook with emotion. You were surprised when the next voice was Olivia’s, gentle and quiet, clearly the one she usually reserved for victims.

“You okay?” You glanced up at her, wiping away a fresh tear, turning slightly away from her as you fanned at your face.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry, that was…incredibly unprofessional. I’m sure your team doesn’t pull crap like that.”

“They don’t, they usually scream at each other in the middle of the bull pen in front of everybody.” You gave a huff of a laugh, shooting her a half smile, “I realized where I recognized you from…her phone background’s a picture of you.”

“What?” Your voice was breathless, sure, she’d probably have changed her opinions now, but at least she’d held onto a piece of you like you’d held onto a piece of her.

“I didn’t want to say anything in front of your husband but—“

“It’s fine,” You waved her off, “He knows everything.”

“Hey…” Hailey cautious popped into the door frame, directing to Benson, “You okay if we maybe take lunch now? I’m sure this one could use a hefty glass of scotch.” You gave her a watery laugh as Olivia gave your shoulder a squeeze.

“Yeah, ‘course. Keep the liquid lunch minimal, we still need you in working form.”

*

Casey was thankful for the quick find of a small empty side street she could finally stop on, collapsing against the wall of the building. Whether it was the fight, the information, the walk or the fresh spring air, her head was clearer, she was finally able to straighten some wires. You were alive. You were alive and you were a cop, a cop from Chicago. Her eyes burned with the sight of your blood soaked shirt, she shook it out of her head, pulling the image of you in the precinct back into her brain. 

That was who you were, Detective Stone. Stone…fucking Stone. Married…to fucking Peter Stone. She realized she never asked if you still loved him, or if you were just keeping up appearances while you laid low because of the mafia case. She knew who he was, things slowly started to make sense as her brain reworked it’s way through your entire…whatever it was…

The way you’d asked for a credit card that first night at the bar, she never saw you take anyone else’s, you wanted her real name, a lawyer in a mafia bar? You were working an angle to make sure she wasn’t working with them, it made more sense as to how quick you were to call her out on her job, legitimately interested, but in an attempt to clear her name. You hadn’t seen much of the city because you were technically working two jobs, leading two lives. The baseball knowledge made so much more sense, as did the way you’d vehemently denied the need to go to a Cubs game that summer, there’s no doubt you’d be recognized if you were married to their previous star pitcher.

Even the pizza debacle made sense, you were from Chicago, deep dish was all you’d ever eat, the way you refused to go home for Christmas, you simply couldn’t. The way most of your social media accounts were barely used, the way you actively kept her out of your apartment. Even the way you’d been so confused at the sun necklace at Christmas, you’d been so wrapped up in the moment you’d forgotten you were supposed to be from Florida. 

Fuck, how did she not see this coming? She was worked in the goddamn legal field, she dealt with cops and detectives all the time. That day she caught you coming out of the precinct there was something so entirely different about the way you moved, you’d barely responded when she called your name, you were clearly working your case. That weird phone call you got a few days before New Year’s, the way you disappeared from her apartment for a few nights, the way a few of your essential items vanished from her apartment, you’d been called back, you were getting ready to go home. 

You said you loved her, that you still loved her, it was the last thing you told her, she was so confused, she didn’t know what to believe. There were so many moments between you that seemed genuine, she had noticed that it felt like you left your guard down whenever you were at her apartment, letting little bits of the real you through. 

As confused, hurt and angry as she was, husband or not, there was no possible way that she could deny she was still completely in love with you, and seeing you again simply confirmed that fact.

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[starlitangels]

Kept Her Safe

Pups AU! Lil continuation of Keep Her Safe because Gabriel needed to come check on Micah 2.5k words

—

Sam and I jumped out of the truck, slamming the doors, and immediately Sam was at the door to the house, rushing inside. “Micah!” he shouted as I ran in behind him. I shut the front door behind me, gave a brief "Hi,” to Vincent, his partner, their daughter, and both of Sam’s progenies, and ran upstairs after him.

By the time I made it up to Micah’s room, Sam had gathered her to his chest, tears sliding down his face and into her blue hair. He was clinging to her like she might dissolve if he let go.

Outside of shifting, my knowledge of magic was pretty minimal, but I’d been healed by magic plenty enough to recognize the feel of the echoes of it clinging to Micah’s Core. Given she only wore a tank top, I could see plenty of scrapes and bruises still lingering on her skin. Apart from the vibrant blue hair, she looked a lot like me when I was her age. And even though she was 5′8″, a mere four inches shorter than Sam, she looked so small huddled up against his chest.

I sat down on the bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her and Sam.

“What in hell were you thinkin’?” Sam whispered, sounding terrified. Micah tentatively reached up and wrapped her arms around Sam. Her breath shook.

“They were three hostile vampires, Dad,” she said. The California accent she usually faked was gone, leaving her Dad’s full Southern one that she naturally talked with. Sam had done the vast majority of teaching her how to talk, so it was no surprise that she talked with his accent. “Rose and I were out in the forest. Just wrestling. Playing around. I… I couldn’t—” She choked on a sob. “I couldn’t let them get close to Rose.”

“Why didn’t you just call for Vincent? He woulda heard you,” Sam said.

Micah shook her head. “I didn’t have time to think,” she said. “I had to act.”

Sam actually smiled, meeting my eyes. Your daughter, he mouthed. 

I gave him a snarky raised eyebrow. Yours too, I mouthed back.

“I know you’re talking about me,” Micah muttered.

I rubbed her back soothingly. “Your dad’s just pointing out that that’s exactly what I would have done.”

She sniffed. “You’re not... mad at me?” she raised her head off Sam’s chest, amber eyes meeting my gaze, then Sam’s.

“Oh, trust me, little darlin’, I’m livid,” Sam said. He hadn’t called her little darlin’ in quite a while—though it usually came up when she was acting like me the most. “But it’s because I was scared for you. You’re our baby girl.”

Micah squirmed. “Dad, I’m seventeen,” she mumbled.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re still my little girl and always will be.”

She grumbled a little bit, leaning forward into Sam’s chest again and he chuckled. He met my eyes. “She sounds just like you,” he said to me. I smiled. He reached up and scratched the back of her head. “And, rest assured, the lecture’s comin’ later.” He was still holding my gaze. “But, I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we’re proud of you, too.”

Micah sat up to meet Sam’s eyes. “What?”

Sam tugged on a lock of Micah’s hair, winding the wave around his finger the way he did when she was really little and it put her to sleep. But only when Sam did it, back then. “It was reckless and stupid—but it was brave. And you kept Rose safe. The way you always promised all-a us you would. You’re the only non-vampire Vincent and his partner trust to babysit Rose alone. And this is why. Rose has no powers—and probably won’t have any until she comes of age if she makes the decision to let her parents turn her. She’s the most vulnerable member of the clan—and you are trusted to make sure that vulnerability is protected.”

“We are proud of you, Micah,” I said. “I, specifically, am amazed that you held your own against three vampires for as long as you did. Especially at your age.”

Micah sniffed. “Thanks,” she said.

Sam tugged on the lock of hair again. “Are you ready to come downstairs?”

She nodded.

We helped her up. I caught Sam assessing her injuries the moment the blankets exposed them. “Who healed you up?” he asked.

“Vincent and Natalie.”

“Didn’t know Nat knew healing magic.” Sam was the only person who ever called Natalie Shaw “Nat.” She was either Natalie or Natty and nothing else. She didn’t like Nat when it came from anyone else. But she’d always let Sam call her that.

“Uncle Vincent said she doesn’t, but that she let her magic follow his. Said it was her dad’s idea. David’s.”

Sam’s eyes glazed over for just a moment. He was remembering the Inversion. When he taught David how to let his magic flow free behind Sam’s healing magic to save Asher’s life. “Oh,” he said. “Alright.” I squeezed his hand.

Together, we helped Micah downstairs—where she was immediately grabbed by Rose and held tight. “You’re okay!” Rose exclaimed. Micah leaned back into me to stay steady and wrapped her arms gently around her cousin. I held onto her, closing my eyes, grateful everyday she had so much of Sam in her that she wasn’t a carbon copy of me. Micah and I were a lot alike. I had no room to lecture her for taking on three vampires at once at her age and I knew that. We were both reckless, headstrong, and stubborn.

But where I had wanted to make sure Micah was raised to be tough and capable of taking care of herself and protecting the people she cared about, Sam had wanted to make sure Micah was raised to be kind and caring. And by God had she inherited Sam’s heart. And I was grateful every damn day that she had. It meant she hadn’t suffered loneliness like mine when I was her age. Micah just knew how to connect with people—make friends and trust them to have her back. Every time I came downstairs some Saturday morning to find her and Natalie in their wolf forms asleep on the living room floor, curled up on either side of Danny Greer, I was almost overwhelmed with joy.

Yes, my daughter took after me a lot. But she was also so much like Sam that I could trust her not to make the same mistakes I had.

Micah squeezed Rose tighter. “I’m okay,” she agreed.

“Dad said you were really hurt,” Rose said.

Micah pulled on one of Rose’s pigtails. “I was. But your dad fixed me up just fine.”

Rose snuggled against Micah’s chest. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she mumbled.

“Me too, Ro.”

—

Vincent, his partner, Rose, and Sam’s progenies had all gone off to their respective homes an hour previous when a knock echoed off the front door. Micah looked up from where her dad was healing a bruise on her arm. Her shifter parent got up and went to answer the door.

“Gabriel. I assume you’re here to see Micah?” they said. Ever the blunt one.

Micah looked up. Sam gave her a gentle smile. She’d told both of her parents that she hadn’t wanted Gabriel to see her downed—the same sentiment she’d told her uncle when she first found out Gabriel wanted to see her. So Sam had started to mop up the last of her injuries. Most of her skin was clear of the remaining scrapes and bruises.

“Hey Tank. Yeah, if I can.”

“Micah, door’s for you.”

Micah got up and went to the door.

Gabriel was standing there, picking at one of his fingernails. Micah stepped out the door and shut it behind her. “Wanna sit?” she asked, putting her Dahlian accent back on.

She sat on the porch stairs. Gabriel folded himself down next to her. “How... how are you?” he asked. Micah opened her mouth, narrowed her eyes, and closed it again. “That’s a dumb question. Sorry. You just got beaten to hell by three vampires. Don’t answer that.”

“No, no. It... I... I’m okay. Uncle Vincent, your sister, and my dad patched me up pretty well.”

“Was your dad’s lecture one for the books?”

“He hasn’t given it to me yet. But it probably will break a record for me.”

“Temper level or length?”

Micah paused. “Yes.” She snickered.

Gabriel snickered. “I know he can hear us, but I like seeing you smile.”

Micah’s grin widened. “Thanks.” She cast her eyes down the porch stairs, not meeting Gabriel’s piercing green gaze. Gabriel’s eye color was identical to his dad’s, but nowhere near as sharp or stern. Even so, Micah didn’t want to meet that concerned look.

“Hey,” Gabriel entreated gently. She saw his hand extend into her vision, asking to hold it. She slid her fingers between his. She was taller than average and toned, but Gabriel was much bigger than she was, and his hand dwarfed hers. His was warm and callused. He had fewer calluses than she did, but he had the same calluses all shifters had. A tougher palm and finger pads as a result of running in wolf form. This wasn’t the first time she’d held his hand, but it was the first time since... since he took her to the Solstice Ball his last year at their high school. And before that since they were little kids and he’d held her and his sister’s hands to help them cross a street. “Look at me, Micah, please?”

She looked up at him finally. He was giving her a soft look. “Hi,” she said.

He gave her a little smile. “Hi,” he replied. “Micah, what you did... Natalie told me what your uncle told her about what you did. Three vampires. By yourself. I...” He took a deep breath. “I know Danny and I tend to give you a hard time. A... a harder time than we give my sister or Evelyn. I just... we’ve always felt responsible for you. You’re my baby sister’s best friend—”

“And I’m the most reckless,” Micah finished, looking back down the porch stairs. “I know that.”

“That’s not... what I meant. I... I wanted to say... I’m sorry. I’ve been too hard on you for a long time and...” He took a deep breath. “I... I’ve been harder on you than Danny because... you know I like you. I’ve had a crush on you since I was sixteen. And... well. I am my father’s son, I guess. I get... protective.” 

Micah squeezed his hand, but didn’t say anything. Part of her mind always hated the fact that she had feelings for Gabriel—because what was more damn cliché than having a crush on her best friend’s older brother?

But how could she not? He was sweet and kind and gentle and mild-mannered and the closest thing their generation of the pack had to a voice of reason, apart from Danny. He’d just always been there. Been kind to her for as long as she could remember, even when he was giving her and Natalie a hard time.

How could she not have grown feelings?

Gabriel returned her tightened grip. “When Natalie called me and told me what happened... I was so scared. Part of me knew you’d be fine. You’re the toughest of all of us. But part of me was terrified that we’d lose you. That... I would lose you. Before I even got the chance to act on my feelings. Properly. The way I always wanted to.”

Micah met his eyes, one eyebrow raised ever-so-slightly. Waiting. Gabriel was raised right by the Shaws—if he wanted to kiss her, he’d ask permission first. That emerald gaze flicked over her, taking in her face. Pointedly avoiding her lips. “Are you going to act on them?” she prompted when they held each other’s gaze for a solid fifteen seconds and he hadn’t moved an inch. “Your feelings?” What could she say—she was as blunt as her parents sometimes.

Gabriel closed his eyes and looked away. “Not yet,” he said.

Micah pulled her hand out of his grip, heart smarting, stinging with rejection. “Thanks for coming by,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. “But I’m fine.”

“Micah, wait—” He reached out and caught her wrist. Just briefly enough to stop her, but not enough to force her to a halt. He stood up. At 6′5″, he towered over her. “You’re not eighteen yet. I turned twenty a few months ago. I’m pretty sure it’s technically illegal—not even counting all the hell Natalie would give me about ‘robbing the cradle’ or whatever. That’s why I’m not going to act on it yet. That’s why I’ve never acted on it. You’re so much younger than me—”

Micah scoffed. “Two-and-a-third years is not that much, Shaw.”

“In the grand scheme of things, no. But when we’re this young and around the age of adulthood it can feel like a lot.” He slid his hand down from her wrist to take her hand and brought it up to his face. “When you’re eighteen, I’d love to take you out on a proper date, if you’ll let me,” he promised. He pressed a careful kiss to her knuckles. “It’s just a couple months away.”

Micah’s smile was small, and still a little hurt, but it was there. “Then I guess I have something to look forward to,” she said.

His answering grin was relieved. “I’m glad you’re okay, Micah. And I’m glad you kept your cousin safe. I know your family means a lot to you. I’m glad you were able to... do what you did.”

“Thank you, Gabriel.”

“Gabe.”

“What?”

“You can call me Gabe. Just not in front of my parents—or the rest of the pack. Dad always flinches, and so do most older members of the pack who remember my grandpa. Natalie calls me Gabe too, though, so when it’s just the three of us, that’s fine.”

“Why?”

“You earned it. And Gabe is saved for people I care about. And... who I know... care about... me.” He gestured awkwardly with his other hand. “If you want. You don’t have to. I-I-I know you’re probably just used to Gabriel at this point so that’s fine too. It’s just if you wanted to—”

“Gabe,” Micah interrupted. Testing how it felt in her mouth. “It’s okay. If that’s what you want me to call you, then that’s what I’ll call you.”

He lit up. “Really?”

She nodded. “Yeah. And... if you want... my older siblings call me Mikey. Actually—not Frederick. Just the other one. But Rose calls me Mikey too. You can, if you want. In private.” She glared up at him. He smiled.

“Mikey. I like it. Okay.” He raised her hand to his lips again and pressed another kiss to her knuckles. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too.”

#Pups AU #Redacted ASMR #Micah Collins #Gabriel D. Shaw #Redacted Sam #Redacted Darlin' #Sam Collins #Darlin' #Starlit Fic

[fumisdemonicrealm]

“Go ahead and squirm all you want, you’ll just give yourself rope-burn.” and/or “Why didn’t you just say you liked it rough?” for anyone you feel in the mood for

Have fun bestie

-your favorite Jester™

The dim moonlight shined through the windows as Seraphim was busy once again with another poem that sprung his imagination... Roxanne was out for a art seminar, yet Jon decided to stays so at least one art teacher was present... and even if he himself did just finish with a painting his eyes often glanced on what Seraphim has written down... even if he agreed to this relationships as a trio it was hard for him to understand the silver haired man in a lot of cases... yet his poems often let him notice some hints to what he was thinking... however quickly he was met by some glares that could kill in an instant.

"Sorry to bother you, I was just curious."

Seraphim let out a faint grunt before standing up and turning to him.

"You do know curiousity kills the cat right... I will be in the bathroom."

He placed a book on the poem and left as said, however Jon didn't heed his words and instead took a peak at the poem... much to his surprise it was far more romantic and calm.. only the ending seemed to end on a far more kinkier end than expected... as he brought the book in place again, he suddenly felt Seraphims arms on his shoulders.Shuddering from the aura he gave out.

"I warned you..."

And so he quickly got pushed down onto the bed below him and bitten in the nape...

"Ack... too harsh."

"You brought this upon yourself... you shouldn't agitate me especially when there is no one here to hold me back."

"I just want to know more about you...ahh."

He didn't expect just how determined Seraphim was to teach him a lesson... binding his arms and legs together and fixing the arms against the bed so he was on his knees... A spank quickly making him realize the situation.

"w-wait- I-I didn't me-"

"You did full well look at something I told you not to... be glad I don't use my other sword on you... just this one."

He struggled trying to get out as she heard Seraphim open the zipper of his pants. Yet to know avail.

“Go ahead and squirm all you want, you’ll just give yourself rope-burn.”

"Ahhhhh!...."

The insertion went raw inside him... his size already made the impact hard hitting and a little painful... yet he did know for his sake he was even holding back... he became far less bend on destroying him like in the beginning of the relationship, even if he didn't admit it... maybe he could read him without the poem... yet as he smother the thought he felt him pick up the pace.

"Sera...hah..."

"Hold out for me a little and I might treat you better after if you apoligize for just peeking."

"Immm sowwyy..."

He felt a drooling mess against him... Seraphim pulled lightly at his ponytail to mock him before continuing his pounding... he filled him for a while untill the man collapsed and he removed those ropes from him... a sigh escaping the silverhaired swords man.

"Pathetic... hmpf..."

Despite the harsh treatment however he did his best to fix Jon somewhat up to just sleep in his bed for now and continued his work till noon...

The next day Jon woke up with a note on his forehead...

'I finished the poem if you are so curious about reading it...'

Somewhat he felt like this was a trap but his curiousity won over... reading it he was pleasantly surprised... the story of it seemed like a nudge ot their relationship as a trio... it even left a small tear in his eye... at least he knows him a little more... even if it costs his legs not being able to move for the rest of the day... and that was Mercy of his Boyfriend.

Coming back from a gala Flynn felt like checking up on Nanoya before he wanted to get some rest himself... however what he was met with was a mix of amusement and annoyance... he was only sitting in his boxers with Keres on his lap as both turned bright red being caught like this.

"My dear Platinum and Amber, just having fun without me... *fake sniffing* the audacity."

"Come on Flynn, you said you were out for the gala."

"You could have at least told me, but alas I can't be too mad.. however if you do this, I want in on this one."

Nanoya let out a sigh as Keres squished his cheek a little.

"It would be only fair for him to ask that..."

However as they looked back at Flynn he had this menacing smirk on his face as he pulled off his jacket and pushed down his pants to get behind them... letting his nails leave small scratches over their body which made them squirm.

"I know Nanos treatment can be soothing and soft but we need to add a little spice with that and I just know how."

He let his teeth sink into their neck pressing them basically against Nanoya so he was resting in their chest.

“Why didn’t you just say you liked it rough? Dear Amber you just came to the right man...”

"Always have to show off Flynn... then let me help as well."

Soon Keres was covered in marks by both of them... leaving a utter mess from all the different caresses, touches and wounds... as Flynn sneakingly pulled Nanoyas boxers down.. leaving Keres faced flushed at the sudden popping out dick under them.

"Oh my what are we to do about it... Oh I know... how about you help him with the mouth and in exchange I help your quivering hole a little."

A nod to him they leaned down to take Nanoyas cock in their mouth as Flynn inserted himself in them... letting his nails run over their sides during his movement as Nanoya started to moan.

"My, what a great sighed to come back to... lets make you more weak for a while, my dear Amber."

He was in full control of the situation, giving the orders for enough pressure and doing his all to rearrange their guts while giving Nanoya some fun too during this night... Eventually he himself bounced a little on Nanoyas dick as Keres needed some rest too as getting the rest of his fix and leaving them both sleep next to each other...

Inspecting all the marks he left with a chuckle.

"It feels good to mark whats mine. ~ " <3

#smut #flynn deradelle #seraphim astrean #flynn x nanoya x keres #seraphim x jon

[moonlightdancer26]

You ever watched the trial of amber heard and said that her facial expression is poor and fake.

Of course I did. Her expressions are literally so hilarious: the pausing for her to think of more bullshit to spew about Johnny, the carbon copy of these ☹️😖🥴 emojis, the fake tears (Camille even called her out for always being bad at fake-crying when acting) and aggressive wiping, the constantly shaking her head and looking around at the jury whenever she’s asked a question (to which she always dodges).

The signs are literally spelled out for everyone, yet there are still idiots who support that wretched vermin (remembering that always makes me feel better when I feel stupid).

Check this TikTok out, it’s an “Amber Turd Heard once said” vid and it’s literally so funny: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSdgqSjWy/?k=1

#anti amber heard #pro johnny depp #justice for johnny depp #johnny depp #ask #asks

[steves-strapcollection]

one thing that was so funny about this trial (/s) was one of my mutuals on tiktok, whom i had first followed bc of their tiktoks about autism, particularly their inability to read emotions or social cues accurately at all, talking about how obviously fake Amber Heard's tears were and how she was obviously faking everything and how genuine Johnny is and blah blah blah

like hon 3 tiktoks back you were talking about how you can't tell when your partner of 7 years is upset with you unless they tell you outright, but you can tell when a complete stranger is being sincere in a PR campaign deliberately set-up to be biased????