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luvrxbunny · 7 months

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rough day

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Prompt: Deepthroating

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, i don't think theres anything? (lmk if I forgot something)

WC: 1.5k

A/N: *crying* (not proofread)

You’re alerted of your boyfriend’s presence by a slam of the door and a frustrated huff of air. You feel bad at the tiny drop of fear that ripples through you when you realize it must be Marc who’s home. It’s not that you don’t like Marc, you know he’s a nice guy, it’s just that he’s a bit scary and you were expecting Steven.

You take a deep breath and walk into his line of sight, but you’re shocked to see him in Steven’s attire, even more so when he looks at you and you can tell it’s Steven. “Hi, baby! What- Are you okay?” You ask softly. You watch him yank at his tie to loosen it and just drop it onto the ground, muttering to himself as he kicks his shoes off. He doesn’t seem to notice you until he goes to put his bag down. “Oh. Hey, love. Sorry, what?”

You smile sadly at him and take his bag, carrying it to its rightful place. “I asked if you were okay, Stevie.” You turn to him running a hand through his hair and unbuttoning his shirt, a stressed sigh falling from his lips in the process. “Fuckin’ Dina.” He spits her name out with a surprising amount of venom, uncharacteristically hateful, but you agree.

You’ve heard his countless stories about how horrible she is to him, how rude, and disrespectful she is just because she’s his boss. You’ve witnessed it firsthand when you go to visit him, you’ve felt her dirty stare on you as you’re smiling, and laughing with Steven right before she snaps at him to get back to work. Today is probably no different, although he’s a bit more angry than usual.

You still have that sad smile on your face as he opens his shirt and sits on the bed with a sigh. “So I miss the bus again, righ’? Because of course, I would, an’ I’m trying to explain that to ‘er but she jus’ won’t let me get a word out! She’s jus’ going on about how-” He puts up the most aggressive air quotes you’ve ever seen. “Irresponsible I am! But I’m like- Whateva’, movin’ on. But for the rest of the day- for the entire day, she’s just raggin’ on me. Tellin’ me I’m not good enough to even work in the gift shop, tellin’ me she should hire someone else f’less and they’d probably do more, and I- Honestly?”

He’s getting heated, working himself up to the point where you feel like you can see his anger, like you can tell he’s absolutely fuming. “I’m jus’ so done.” His head falls in his hands with a heartbreaking sigh. When his head lifts he looks more tired than he was five seconds ago, stress written all over his features, and he looks as though he could cry. “Sorry. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. I wanna-” He laughs sadly. “I wanna forget that- that’s-” He motions toward the door. “Even a part of my life.”

You walk to him, stand in front of him, and tangle your fingers in his curls. You pull his head to you gently, smiling at the sigh he lets out when his head rests against your lower stomach. His hands come up slowly and wrap around your waist. “I’m so sorry, baby. I fucking hate her.” You take a deep breath and try to be more positive, your anger isn’t what he needs. “We could cook something? If you’re hungry?” He shakes his head against you, mumbling into your shirt. “M’ a bit tired, love.” You hum and stroke his hair as you think of another solution. His hands open and spread over your back, reaching up your shoulder blades and back down to the bottom of your spine. They hesitate, stopping before he breathes out an almost inaudible sigh and lets his hand rub over your ass, moving as slowly as they could before getting to your thighs, rubbing them up and down.

An idea sparks in your head.

You take your hands out of his hair, resting them on the side of his face and bending down to place a kiss on his head. His hands slide up to hold your forearms, humming at the pressure of your lips. His eyes are shut, basking in your kiss but open with a confused look in his eyes as you keep lowering until you’re on your knees. Your butt resting on your shins and your face level with his crotch.

Steven is trying to keep his thoughts pure, not wanting to jump to conclusions about what you’re doing between his legs, but his cock is fattening up against his will. He’s praying you haven’t noticed but the smirk on your face tells him you already have. You’re reaching up for his waistband and his hips are already lifting off the bed, whining low in the back of his throat. His hands rest on your shoulders, stroking your arms and your neck as you work him out of his pants, pulling them completely off before doing the same with his underwear.

“Thank you, swee’heart. You’re so good t’me, given’ me jus’ what I need. Such a lovely girl.” His eyes are shut lightly as his praises tumble mindlessly from his lips. His hips grind into your fist softly. You look up at him and lick his tip, letting the tip of your tongue timidly prod into his slit, causing a moan of your name to shoot from his lips as his hips twitch, wanting to thrust into you but staying dutifully put.

You lean back and gather the precum from his tip and spread it all over his shaft, slowly jerking him off. His hand rises from your shoulder to your face, tilting it to him and leaning down to give you a gentle kiss, his tongue slowly licking into your mouth and rubbing along yours. He pulls away for a moment, then presses one last kiss to you. “Please, love, need you so bad.” His forehead rests against yours as he groans out his request.

“Of course, baby.” You push his head out of the way gently, smirking at his desperate face, and rest his tip on your tongue. He’s moaning above you, his body still folded over as his hips jerk into your mouth, forcing his cock deeper down your throat. You expected to gag on it, considering how deep he was going but the urge never arose. So you dared further.

You close your eyes, breathe in, and take his cock as far down as you can go, not stopping until your nose hits the patch of curls on his pelvis. Steven’s basically screaming above you, his moans completely unrestrained as you pull up, only leaving the tip in your mouth before devouring him again. His hands are digging into your head, not pulling or pushing, just holding you in place, leaving his dick in your throat and moaning out babbles of your name and how good it feels. His hips are moving gently, trying to thrust into you but having nowhere else to go.

Your eyes begin to water, you pull off of him with a ‘pop’, and your hand goes to work, jerking him quickly to make up for the loss of coverage. He lets out a moan, a whimper of relief and finally sits back up, his head resting back as his chest heaves with pants and your hand flies over his cock.

“M’gonna cu-um.” His statement is cut off, and trembling as it falls from his glossy lips. You instantly put him back in your mouth, using your tongue to toy with him, curving it to wrap around the underside of his cock, and moaning when the bottom vein pulses violently.

His moans have lost their shape, just garbled shouts and raspy whines. He’s trying to say your name, let you know how good you’re making him feel but pleasure is ripping through him so intensely that his brain shuts off every time your throat flexes around him. He wants to hold off, prolong this experience. You’ve never taken him this deep before, usually your lips being on him is foreplay, a side dish, not the main meal. So now with all your focus on him, he’s crumbling under the attention. He’s not strong enough to hold anything back, too tired and run down from his day to keep himself in line.

His thighs begin to shake as his breaths stutter. You pause at his base, letting him take whatever he needs from you and his hips begin to thrust into your mouth gently, speeding up slowly and getting to a pace that you think may begin to hurt you when he freezes and floods your mouth. His hands are shoving your face into his cock, ensuring it’s as far as it can go as he releases his load down your throat. He keeps your head down as he comes off his high, still thrusting down your throat as your eyes begin to water again and his cock softens.

You suck as tightly as you can, cleaning him off as he pulls out with a whine. You smile up at his hazy expression as he strokes your hair. “Thank you- s- s’much, love. Felt so good.” He’s panting hard with a happy smile as he thanks you, all his previous anger gone from his face.

Mission Accomplished.

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heeeepot · 8 months

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Toys.

oneshot 💫

pairing: bf!heeseung x female!reader

includes: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), angry sex?, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (alwaysss use protection!) assertive heeseung — lmk if I missed anything!

story begins under the cut ! minors, dni:)

After a long day of yelling at people who work for you, all you needed was your girlfriend.

Heeseung was tired, setting down the last file in the cabinet before locking it. Getting ready to go home, he thought about you. About how less the time you guys spend together is getting each day, and it was Heeseung's fault.

He found it difficult to make time for you with all the work coming in unexpectedly, and he understood why you would be so upset about it.

Letting out a sigh, he walked to his car, driving back to his home, it wasn't a house. It was a special girl, Y/n.

Heeseung and Y/n have been dating for 3 years now, but they've been friends for 9.

They went through everything together. Since they were in middle school, everyone knew they were going to end up together, they were too oblivious to even see how much chemistry they had growing up.

That was until they were 18 when they realized they were inlove, one was just braver to admit it. And it was not Heeseung.

That's where it all started, everything was perfect, literally perfect. Until they both started working.

They felt like an old married couple who hasn't had as much intimacy anymore. But, that didn't stop them from going on a couple dates and surprising eachother with gifts time to time.

And that was unfortunately not going to happen tonight. Heeseung had come home late, not being able to buy her a gift.

All these thoughts in his head came to an end when he parked the car. Using the keys to unlock the house, surprised to see you still awake.

"Babe? It's nearly 1 am, what's keeping you up?" Heeseung asked, with obvious exhaustion in his voice.

"That's the problem, Heeseung. It's nearly 1. Do you even know how late that is? What can happen to you out there at this time? Did you even know that I texted and called you numerous times? Heeseung we went over this, I'm getting tired." Voice nearly breaking, Y/n almost didn't hold herself together at the few last words that left her lips.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, please. I know you're tired baby and I'm sorry, I probably don't know how you feel but I know that I'm hurting you, I don't want that."

"Ok, Heeseung. 4th time you said that this week." Y/n said bitterly. She was tired with all the excuses that he had.

Walking off to their room, Heeseung follows her, handing out to her wrist.

"Babe let's talk about thi—" Heeseung was cut off, on the bed was a bunch of toys, Y/n's toys.

Y/n's instincts were to run to them and try to hide it. She knew it wouldn't help but what else was she supposed to do anyway?

"Y/n?" Heeseung's voice was suddenly stern.

"What is it now?"

"Were you— possibly using those while I was at work, baby?"

"Me? Those?" Y/n scoffed, she knew he was onto her but she just wanted to see how far she can go with this.

"Who else would use a vibrator and a dildo, baby?" Heeseung's voice is suddenly low, as if he liked it.

"Don't know, maybe your other bitch left it here." Y/n shrugged. This pissed Heeseung off, he was sensitive when it came to mentioning other girls, he only focused on you.

"Oh, yeah?"

"What do you want, Heeseung? Whatever it is, I won't do it for you." Y/n rolled her eyes, this wasn't attitude, she just wants more attention. (y/n just like me fr)

Y/n turned to enter their bathroom. She suddenly felt a force behind her, pushing her into the bathroom, and suddenly placed on the counter.

"What the fuck, Hee?" Y/n was surprised.

"Don't act like you don't want this, Y/n." Eyes dark, his hair falling in front them.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Hee." Y/n's abdomen was suddenly warm, it turned her on.

"Then I'll show you what I'm talking about." He says, unbuttoning his black polo shirt while his eyes are still locked to yours.

"H-Hee, what are you doing?" You were suddenly nervous, even though this is what you were always asking for.

"Strip." He commanded, Y/n was frozen, just looking down at his body.

"I said strip or I'll do it for you." Voice deep and low, his adam’s apple going up and down with each word that left his lips.

When Heeseung said that, you felt a little bratty. Like how you always were when it came to situations like these.

"Do it for me, baby." You leaned in, you left a kiss on his weak spot. Right under his ear, just above the collarbone. His groans were audible, hips coming closer to yours.

His hands flew to your waist which he starves for everyday. Grip getting tighter with each kiss that left him wanting more and more. Your kisses alone would make him cum, that’s how weak he is when it comes to you.

"You do me so well, Y/n." He whispered, biting his lip careful to not let out moans.

His hands traveling to your smooth thighs, squeezing them. This made you whimper into his neck.

"I love hearing you, baby." He says, squeezing your thighs more.

Your breasts were now against his bare chest, you wanted to lick every muscle he had.

"Tell me, baby. Who were those toys for?" He asked, now reaching for your ass.

"None of your business, Hee." You backed away from his neck, which now had small redish purple patches from your mouth.

"What's the attitude for?" He was getting irritated, he always found your attitude unnecessary.

"I don't see any attitude." You shrugged, getting off the counter then walking back to the room.

He then carried you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the bed, keeping both of your hands in one of his, holding it above your head.

"Heeseung!" You shrieked, struggling to get out from his grip. He was towering over you, crotch to crotch.

He ties your hands to the bed frame, leaving you helpless, and you liked it. You always liked when he was assertive.

He removes your shorts and underwear in one motion, spreading your legs open. He was met with your pussy, full of slick that he was ready to eat off you.

"Your pussy will always be my favorite late night dinner, baby." He says, his face coming closer to your core.

He licks from your hole to your clit, collecting your slick on the tip of his tongue.

"I missed your taste, I’ll call in sick for work anytime for this." He says going in for another lick.

"Fuck, Hee please be gentle." Your voice came out shaky.

"Can’t promise you that, baby." He starts eating you out full on. Sucking on your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue.

This left your legs shaking, your moans couldn't be held back from the immense pleasure you felt. You then feel him enter two long digits in you, he starts curling his fingers and it made you want his long and thick dick inside you.

"My God, baby. More please, give it to me." You moaned, tears swelling up from the overstimulation.

His tongue hitting your clit repeatedly, his fingers pumping deep inside you. Sucking on your clit, he groaned. The vibration was enough to make you cum all over his fingers.

He brought it up to his lips and licked them clean. You were catching your breath, looking at him as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.

"I’m not done with you." He says, removing his pants and boxers, his dick springs up and hits his abs, you could never forget how big this man is.

He sticks his dick inside you, groaning and gripping on your legs, he puts it on his shoulders, putting you in his favorite position.

He thrusts without a word, your lewd sounds became louder with each thrust.

His eyes locked with your bouncing boobs which were still clothed. Oh how he missed seeing that sight.

"Fuck H-Heeseung! Feels so good baby." You managed to say.

"You wanna use your stupid little toys while I’m at work, huh baby?" He asks still thrusting his dick inside you with a pace.

“N-No. I’m sorry, please." Your eyes rolled back from the mix of pain and pleasure. You clenched on his dick.

It got a loud moan out of him.

"Your tight little cunt is gonna make me cum soon baby, so fucking good for me." He breathes out, his words adding more lube to his dick.

Within a few more thrusts, you knew you were close.

"Baby, gonna cum soon." You moaned, voice all messy from the motions.

"Cum for me, baby." Those words were enough to make you release, your body shook from the scene.

"That's a good girl, I'm cumming soon baby, keep it tight for me." Hips pounding into your abused cunt, you loved letting him own you.

"Fuck baby, am I not fucking you often anymore? How are you taking my dick in better each time?" His head throws back, showing the marks on his neck, hands on your hips.

He cums inside you, filling you till it was dripping out of your pussy. You moaned at his action, he fucks his cum into you.

"Heeseung! Enough, please!" You pleaded, you could only take so much.

Heeseung let out a small laugh, he loved when you suffered, and it was all because of him. He had you under his control.

He eventually stops, dick pulling out still glazed in your combined liquids.

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arminsumi · 9 months

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I can’t get the thought of mean dom Armin out of mind. Ik everyone thinks he’s soooo sweet, but tbh I think he can be downright MEAN in bed 🤷🏻‍♀️

Like I mean.. nasty shit that you would never expect a sweet boy like Armin to say. Like, if he wasn’t fucking you so good, you’d be worried cause.. the words coming from his mouth? FOUL.

I’m having massive mean Armin brain rot help ☠️☠️

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒꒱ mean, mean boy armin arlert!

bf!Armin x fem!reader

Overview; mean Armin being deliciously devilish between the sheets! 🥰

Content; SMUT

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, utterly nasty smut, mean!Armin

Kinks; degradation, light humiliation mean dirty talk, mean dom!Armin, pn slut and baby, implied multiple rounds, unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia (and licking ur tears), daddy kink, slight breeding kink, he calls u pathetic

A/N: OH MY GOD YES i have a craze for mean dom Armin and his nastiness 😩 he's feralllll he's awfullll!! tysm for this juicy request i put all my ussy power into it

He chuckles and talks in that venomous, condescending tone. "Can't even keep your eyes open f'me? I've gotta say, Y/n, I really thought you'd be able to handle me better than this. This is just pitiful."

You whimper weakly, feeling his stubborn cock exert this unbearable yet delicious pressure on your gummy walls. It felt like the room was spinning. All you could sputter out was hiccoughs and pleas for him to keep going — which made a devilish, toothy grin spread on Armin's face.

"Aw, your pathetic pussy's already tired isn't it? Oh, too bad, baby, too bad."

Armin's mouth gets even dirtier as the creampie count goes up. His delicious seed is sloppily spilling out the sides while his cock relentlessly bullies your hole. How could it not spill out when you're so stretched out?

He lowers his pretty, lustful gaze at the place where you and him connect. He won't say it, but he's so impressed at how well his baby takes him.

The bed springs are getting worn down as he gets into a merciless pace. His breaths become ragged and his voice shakes with pleasure as he speaks.

"D–damn, babyyy — you should just give up on working n' be my full-time slut. You'd like that right? Just staying in my bedroom all day, waiting 'till I get home so I can fuck this slutty pussy dumb? Mmm — don't paw at my abs baby, that's so indecent."

Of course, he has to add that at the end of his awful speech while he shoves his whole length inside; when he's balls deep, he gets so much meaner.

He holds his cock inside you like that, as if he's testing your hole. " God, 'm gonna ruin your pretty hole, 'gonna make sure you remember who loves you most." he pants, feverishly kissing your shoulders.

That mean mouth comes kissing up your sweat-dampened neck until it hovers over your flaming cheeks. "Aw, is my slut cryin' 'cause she can't handle daddy being mean?"

"Nooo! 'love it, 'love it please don't stop!" you hiccough, " 'm gonna — m' gonnaaaa — !" you let out a strangled cry that your neighbors most definitely hear, cumming hard on Armin's cock.

A white ring of both cream and cum coats his base, frothing up more and more as he fucks himself into your heat over and over again.

Those sexy brows of his furrow deeply, causing a cleft between them. He looks so devilishly handsome, so lustfully angry, that in your fucked-out state you nearly ask him to marry you right there in your sweaty, messy bed.

More fat, hot tears of pleasure flow down your cheeks, so Armin licks them up. He hovers menacingly over your swollen lips.

"Hey, look at me — yeah, look at me, slut. Did I give you permission to cum? No, no I don't think I did." he feathers in a saccharine tone that doesn't reflect his nasty words at all. "you better announce when you're gonna cum, or I'll make you cry harder, okay?" he adds with a smile.

You think that's nasty enough to say, but oh no he gets worse when he's ready to cum again.

That tongue knows how to do two things very well; eating you out and spouting awful shit. "All you're good for is taking dick, huh? Yeah? But I love 'that 'bout you, baby. Now be a good slut and take daddy's cum, too, 'let's get that naughty pussy knocked up."

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xetswan · 14 days

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Unknowing- Beast of the Inbetween

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[three] [four] [five]

Bella and I walk out of the house with Jacob behind us, him staying behind my sister.

"Whoever it was, he left his stink behind. It'll be hard to miss when we cross it again. We'll handle it from here." Jake boldly states.

"We don't need you to handle anything. Or anyone." Edward tells him, the werewolf steps toward him, attempting to get a reaction. Something he doesn't receive. "I could care less what you need." Jacob says.

"Alright we're done here." My sister's boyfriend announces. "No, you're done here." Jacob threatens him, Bella steps between them as I watch, amused of course.

"Stop, I'm tired of this. From now on, I'm Switzerland, okay?" She exclaims but it does nothing, the two get closer to one another.

"Stop!" Again, nothing. So this time I boredly tear them away from each other. Both stumbling.

"Listen to the girl you're both obsessed with, would you?" I give them dirty looks, confused with how stupid they're acting. "Thanks." She mutters.

"Mhm." I hum. "I don't expect you guys to chuck a football around together. Fine, but we have a lot of problems and this one is a temporary solution. Are you willing to at least try?" She explains herself and how they need to knock it off. Both of them stay quiet but then Edward nods, Jacob follows suit right after.

"Alright, so you need to coordinate. You know schedules and stuff." She tries to start off theconversation but they stay quiet. Bella looks over to me, defeated.

"What would the pack prefer, tantrum throwing toddler? Days or nights?" I place my hands on my hips. "Nights." Is all he answers with.

"Will days work for your family, angsty teen?" I turn to the guys who's supposedly going to be my future brother in law. He nods.

"See? How hard was that?" Bella asks them. She weakly smiles at me as I laugh to myself.

After getting away from that hot mess I finally got some relaxing time with my lovers, Alice and Jasper.

At our normal spot where we could be alone together in the woods. Both of them sat in front of me, Alice playing the grass as Jasper fidgeted with my hand.

"How come you two never told me that before you were vampires I was in love with you. Like deeply in love with both of you?" I question suddenly, it definitely being out of nowhere.

Both of them stayed silent at first so I went to apologize but Jasper's voice cut me off. "You had to figure it out on your own. Since you never mentioned it we didn't know how much you knew. What we could say and not say." He explained.

"We're sorry." Alice sincerely says but I shake my head. "Don't apologize." I take a deep breath in. "I just, I would like to hear your point of views on what I was like to you back then. I guess." I giggle softly, the three of us all adjust how we were sitting to be more comfortable.

"Since your first life was with me, I'll go first." Jasper grins, I watch as his dimples form and I smile back.

"Our families were close, when we got a little older they introduced us. Eventually we fell in love. You already know that though." He winks at me, I feel my face warm up but I nod for him to continue.

"You were my person, that's for sure. It was like we were conjoined at one point. You were devoted to the ones you loved. You were kind, you loved helping people, it just made me fall for you even more." I felt him stiff before he said his next sentence. "Then when I signed up for the war everything changed. You were angry, upset with me for doing it. You wanted me to be safe and at home with you and-" He pauses momentarily.

"And the baby you held in your stomach. Even though you were mad at me you wrote to me every day, until it stopped. The last letter I had gotten was that the baby was lively. Kicking a storm in your stomach. I wasn't even told if you were alive or not before I had turned." He closes his eyes, my hand grips his.

"I didn't know I was pregnant." I mumble, it was mainly me thinking out loud. But after it left my mouth Jasper looked right at me.

"You didn't know?" He repeats my question. "No, but it's okay. I feel like I remember it but it's far back in my memories." I explained, shrugging my shoulders. Alice took his hand into hers.

"Continue." I nudged him.

"Well after I turned I found out through Max, the wolf that imprinted on you. He somehow found me. Telling me that even though he imprinted on you nothing happened. You had no interest in him as he would've done anything for you. He explained that you were with soldiers that came through the village. Helping them with something out in the desert field." He tells the story and it brings me back to when I was bit by James.

When my memories flooded back and I was searching for Jasper. I had thought he was with the soldiers. Then havoc struck and some thieves or something came about. I was shot and that's all I remember. I didn't remember having a baby in my stomach though. But thinking about it now. It's all I seem to see in my head.

"I was shot in that desert." I cut him off. Alice and Jasper glanced up at me.

"That's the first memory I ever had from my past life the first time." I tell them.

"When I found out I snuck out from where Maria had us staying, being a newborn vampire it was difficult but I did it. I found the man that killed you. You don't understand the torture I put him through." Jasper painfully admits, I furrow my brows. I can tell he doesn't want me to know though.

"Let's talk about something else." He says.

"Well, since we were speaking about babies a little bit. I uh, I remember giving birth to a boy. You were all there, we seemed close but I wasn't in love with either one of you." I tell them, thinking back to how I was married and telling Rosalie and Alice the news in a bathroom or something.

"That was rough to sit and watch." Jasper looks down. Alice closes her eyes, nodding in agreement.

"You were engaged before we met you. You told us that we seemed familiar. Carlisle wasn't exactly happy for us staying in your life like we did. Neither was Rosalie particularly happy about it but when you got introduced to them it was as if you knew them too." Alice explains. I remember going to the market with just Rosalie, a memory sparking in my mind. How excited she was for me when I told her I was pregnant.

I remember telling the family they were aunts and uncles. How I thought of them as best friends, even family after knowing them for two-three years. They attended my wedding. The memories were little flashes. Like I was thinking about my childhood.

"Wasn't hard to watch me be in love with someone else?" I ask them. Jasper does a short nod, his face grimacing.

"You have no idea." He chuckles. "But you were happy and that's all that mattered to us." He kisses my hand, keeping it in his hold.

"It was more difficult after you gave birth. You passed from childbirth. We wanted to change you right then and there but that was a selfish thought. Even though beforehand you had told the nurses about your past lives. Whispering how you needed to see us." Alice's voice was soft, I can tell it was hard for both of them to remember these things.

I remember the childbirth, only getting to hold my baby for five minutes before it all went downhill. My husband's horrified face. It's weird being technically 17 and being older in past lives. Living through adult things and going back down to a teen. Who is now forever a teen, even in past lives I never made it past 22 years old.

"Your son was a sweetheart. We stayed to help your husband until your baby was 4. He found another woman. She was good to both of them. We kept tabs on them, making sure no one hurt either one of them." Alice smiles at the memory. I felt myself grin as well, grateful to know that they lived a good life. Something I don't think I ever really had.

"I would love to share my life with you but there's things that I don't want to talk about." Alice begins to talk, my eyes shift over to her form. She's been in her head this whole time and I can tell. I give her a small smile when she makes eye contact with me.

"That's alright, we have infinity together for you to be ready to talk about it." I remind her, pulling her into a kiss. I feel her hand grip onto my bicep.

I smirk, opening my eyes to look down at the hand. We gently push away from each other.

"You've been very handsy lately." I announce out loud, Jasper laughs. "What? I feel like I'm always handsy." She disagrees with me, I look over to Jasper who puts his hands up in defense.

"You're not going to have my back, Jasper?" She exclaims in shock, her hand still dragging down my arm.

We just stare at her, watching her get all flustered until finally she sighs out. "Okay, fine. Ever since you became a hybrid, your muscles are distracting." She avoids eye contact with me now, I tilt my head, smirking at this new found information.

"Oh, you like these muscles?" I pull the short sleeves up over my shoulders and flex both my arms. Showing them off to my partners.

Kissing at my biceps. She shoves me backwards playfully. "You're annoying." She groans, hiding her face in her hands.

"Mmm, I don't think I am." I get closer to her, purposely flexing my arms as I do so. I gently take her face in my hands and forcefully kiss her once again.

"Hey, I feel a little left out." Jasper quietly speaks up after a few moments. We stop to look at him, then look at each other before pouncing on him.

It of course comes to an end when I have to join Bella to the Rez so the rest can have their night to hunt.

At the edge of the forest I look at my lovers, Alice has a hair strand out of place that I know later Jasper and I are going to hear about and how we should've told her. I smile to myself.

I join Bella, Jacob and Edward in their weird divorce parent looking handover of their lover girl. Who is also my sister and I have to be a part of this weird bullshit.

"Doesn't he own a shirt?" Edward questions aloud.

"I'm good here, you should go." Bella tells the vampire, he pulls her closer. "I'm not going to be long." He whispers to her. I roll my eyes, looking away from the sight. "Don't rush. You need to hunt." Bella tells him.

He then grabs her into a long, nasty sounding kiss. I know it's to purposely piss off the wolf across from us. I chuckle to myself. He pulls away.

"Maybe you rush a little bit." My sister teasingly tells him.

She takes my hand and walks us over to Jacob. I look back at Edward and give him a thumbs up while making a "I'm proud of you" face.

Jacob pulls Bella into a hug having her let go of my hand. "Hey, beautiful." Nice game, Jakey.

"Hi." Bella smiles.

Edward's car speeds down. "So, whaddaya wanna do today, Swans? Bike, hike, hang? Your call, but we're going to a party tonight." Jacob tells us, opening the door for us in his truck. Of course Bella gets in the middle.

"You sure this is okay? I really hate being a party crasher." Bella nervously looks around her as I am mentally freaking out. "Yeah dude, I definitely should not be here." I chime in.

"Technically, you're both council meeting crashers, see the council leaders, dad, quil's grandpa, sue clearwater. She took over for Harry when he died." Jacob informs us, completely ignoring what I said.

"Okay, we should not be here." Bella puts our steps to a halt. "You're okay. I thought, I mean they thought it would be good for you two to hear the histories." He points mainly to his dad who was already staring at us. "The histories? The tribe's histories? Aren't they secret?"

"We all got a role to play. And you're a part of this. [Name]'s a huge part of this. I mean, it's the first time Seth, Leah and Quil are hearing them, too. But you are the first outsider. Ever. [Name] is not much of an outsider." He glances at me and I press my lips together tightly.

"If I had have known that, I wouldn't believe you. And would've dressed better." Bella sighs, picking at her clothes.

"Jake." Seth, a boy I've sort of met before trots up to us like a little excited puppy. You can tell he idolizes Jacob.

"Hey, it's about time you got here. Paul's been hoovering the grub. But I saved you some burgers." Set tells him with a toothy grin.

"Good looking out, bro. Bella this is Seth Clearwater. Leah's brother. Newest member of the pack." Jacob introduces them.

"Newest, bestest, brightest." Seth gloats.

"And slowest." Jacob grabs the boy in a headlock, the two tumble to the sand. Seth laughs, I smile at the sight.

As kids when I came up here without Bella. He looked up to Jacob then too. Seth always wanted to play with us.

A whistler comes from the circle.

"Come on. Your dad's about to start." Seth says, slightly out of breath. "Alright." Jacob pats him. The boy looks at me with a certain expression. His eyes widen once he realizes who I am.

"[Name]." He mutters out and I give him a small nod.

"The Quileutes have been a small tribe from the beginning." Billy starts as we all sit around the fire.

"But we've always had magic in our blood." I look around at everyone's faces. Their attention wholly being on Billy.

Sam was an exception, his eyes laid on me. My upper lip twitched in realization. I shift in place, fixing my attention back to the commanding chief.

"We were great spirit warriors... shape shifters, that transform into the powerful wolf. This enabled us to scare off our enemies and protect our tribe." He explains.

"One day our warriors came across a creature.." His eyes then met mine and I wanted to shrink into a bug at that moment. "It looked like a man, but it was hard like stone and cold as ice." I shivered from the words, feeling the heat of the fire but thinking of my lover's cold feeling, especially from earlier.

I shook my head from the thoughts that erupted in my mind. "Our warrior's sharp teeth finally tore it apart but only fire would completely destroy it." I think back to when I was a wolf. The feeling of the sharp teeth in my mouth.

"They lived in fear, the Cold man was not alone. And they were right."

"She took her vengeance out on the village. Our elder chief. Taha Aki was the only spirit warrior left to save the tribe after his son was killed. But it wasn't only the beautiful thing that was angered. She had a beast with her. Once that was stuck in between worlds as both combined. She had been spying on the village pretending to be with the wolves. Turning into one the village believed they could trust her. She turned on them when the cold woman came to take her vengeance." Everyone's eyes glanced at me and I felt the heat of the fire engulf me.

"Taha Aki's wife could see that he would lose. "

"The third wife of Taha was no magical being, no special powers but one...Courage." Billy said in a powerful tone.

The third wife's sacrifice distracted the cold woman, and beast of the inbetween, long enough for Taha Aki to destroy them. She saved the tribe." I felt something on my neck, it was a quick sharp pain and then a hot burning sensation around my body.

I was shocked that they could easily kill the monster who I am now. I thought I was more invincible than I really am.

"Over time, our enemies have disappeared but one remains, the Cold Ones. The Beast of the Inbetween comes and goes. Sometimes an enemy. Other times...an ally." His eyes stare into me.

"Our magic awakens when they near. And we sense it now, we feel the threat in our blood. Something terrible is coming and we must all be ready. All of us."

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year

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Hi! wondered if i could request a Masky x Fem reader? Where the reader is injured because of something Masky did?

Ty if so! <3

~ Posion anon

Thank you so much for requesting!

TW: brief mentions of domestic violence ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Masky with an injured fem!reader

This was probably the most heated argument you've had in a while with Tim

He came home pretty tired, and he didn't feel like putting his things away

Which you can understand, that's not the part that made you mad

The part that made you mad was when he began to take off his sweaty clothes in different areas of the house as he moved to your shared bedroom

One boot was by the door, the other by the couch, his shirt on the stairs and his pants tossed carelessly over his dresser

And then next morning as he was getting ready, he got mad at you for not getting his stuff together

Now, you love Tim and you are more than willing to help him out in his times of need

But you are not some sweet little houswife that will clean up all his messes

He is a fully grown man and he can start acting like one

So as he yelled and bantered about how you should've at least gotten his stuff together, and how he'll now have to work in sweaty, dirty clothes because you didn't wash them, you could feel your anger level rising higher and higher

Eventually you'd had enough and began to yell back, telling him if it mattered that much to him he could've done it himself

The argument continued to escalate until you were both just screaming at each other unintelligible style

You are starting to get tired of this, so you push him a bit just to move him out of the way

Immediately he punches you square in the face

You are thrown back, your hand going up to touch your now aching cheekbone

You look at him with a trembling lip and watery eyes, and you could tell that as soon as he'd done it he regretted it

His expression softens from an angry glare to a look of pure sadness as he comes to hug you

You let the tears fall and the sobs leave your lips

Tim rubs your back and kisses the top of your head "shit, baby I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, please forgive me" he whispers into your hair

You like the comfort, but he also just punched you in the face. As far as you're concerned, he can suck it

So you push him away and storm up the stairs, slamming your bedroom door and continuing to cry

Leaving a very panicked Tim on the first floor

He would've gone after you, and tried to concole you further but he had to go to work, lest he be punished by Slender fo being late

While at home, you went through a flury of emotions

Sadness, anger, doubt

You had hidden yourself under a blanket so you couldn't see any of Tim's belongings

The punch had now bruised over, making you cringe when you saw it in the reflection of your phone screen

Instead of being bothered by this any further, you decide to fall asleep

You were only awoken by the sound of heavy boots on the floor, coming up next to you and rubbing your covered back

You roll your eyes and flip open the covers, giving him a nasty glare

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially when he notices the huge bruise

He sets a big bag of things on the bed and motions for you to open it

He got you your favorite restaurant's food, some snacks and a cute little teddy bear

You raise a brow and look at him

"You really think that food is gonna excuse you punching me?"

He shakes his head and sits with you "No, definetly not but I figured you still deserve something nice"

You scoff "get the fuck out"

He looks at you, shocked "Out?"

"Out." You say again

"Out where?" He stands and rubs his hands together nervously

"I don't care, just not around me." You state simply

Tim really doesn't want to leave you, especially right now

But he also doesn't want to make you more angry than you already are, so as he walks to the front door to go out somewhere he racks his brain for any possible solutions that could allow him to make it up to you

Let's just hope he figures it out soon....

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ryan-the-dark · 6 months

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Leia Skywalker knew why she was more popular than her brother.

Aside from the fact that her brother was more of an awkward speaking boy, he clung to their parents.

Their father who was always out, and especially their mother.

And now, Luke embarrassed her again.

Leia stormed home, her face a hot red, opening the door. Luke followed behind her, awkwardly shifting. He had splashed her clothes with mud on his bike and dirtied her hair.

"Leia-"

"You know you should just stay home!" Leia snarled, recalling when her friends laughed at her. "You wanna know why you don't have much friends besides Mara?! Because you always do the dumbest things!"

"I-I didn't mean too..." Luke replied. "How was I suppose to know that the brakes on the bike would stop working?"

"After you drove into mud!" Leia snarled. "Next time don't even come with me! You are the living definition of embarrassing!"

Luke blinked back tears and ran away.

Leia felt a small bit guilty but she hid it well. He had to know the truth.

"LEIA!" came her mother's rageful voice.

Leia froze.

Uh oh.

Leia wished she could have stayed in the shower forever, but her mother's punishment would have been more severe. Seconds after she cleaned herself up, her mother had half-marched Leia to the corner.

"You stay here until you learn to respect your brother," Padmé said sharply, turning away.

Leia knew better than to walk out of that corner. Her mother was a politician and knew how to make both of them feel small after all.

Afterwards, she knocked on the door three times.

"Luke, honey, let me in," she said softly but sternly. Oh, how quickly she could become a angry lunatic to a soft-spoken person.

Even upset, he knew better than to disobey their mother.

She walked in and wrapped him up in her arms. Sometimes, it was amazing how strong she was, especially when it came to carrying them. Luke was bigger than her but their mother had some defined muscles.

Leading him to the couch, Padmé placed her head on top of his own.

"She hates me, mom! She hates me!" Luke sobbed, leaning into the embrace.

Padmé glared at her direction as if to say "Look what you've done" before kissing him on the cheeks. "Oh, don't worry, Luke, she won't be going anywhere without you from now on."

Leia looked at him with some form of pity, but some part of her was getting tired of being stuck in the corner like a brat.

She knew better to say anything though.

When Luke's sobs calmed, Padmé moved to her, and motioned for her to come up. "Now, what do you have to say to your brother?"

Leia gritted her teeth. It was not the mere apologizing to her brother, but being treated like a toddler infuriated her.

"I'm sorry," she ground out.

"Leia," her mother said sharply, gripping her firmly by the ear.

Leia bit out. "Okay, okay!" Her mother released her, and she swallowed her ego and said sweetly. "I'm sorry how I said you were embarrassing to be around, Luke, I was just mad. I love you."

"Luke?"

Luke swallowed a hiccup and responded. "I forgive you."

Brother and sister wrapped their arms around each other while their mother smirked before going to the kitchen.

"Now, I'll start dinner."

"You know she's scary when she wants to be," Luke murmured. "It's hard to believe she could yell some times."

Leia nodded instantly. "Riiiiight."

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fangirlstorycreator · 1 year

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Angry drunk Terry pls! Lord he would just be a beast in bed but worth every second. Do you think you could write this with ck Terry being angry about maybe someone who tried to touch his girlfriend. Him getting all worked up and drinking late at night about it until she suddenly wakes up because he's not in bed. This just leads to her finding him in the home dojo, drunk and pissed off about the situation. This leading to some steamy scenario because he wants to lay his claim! If it's too long you don't have to do it. I love your writing btw! Xoxo💚💚💚

Thank you for waiting 😁 and thank you for the compliment about my writing, it means a lot 🙏💚

Contains: sexual intercourse, dirty talk

Terry had been off for the last few days, he was distant ever since you both went to your works party in the office. Your co worker Greg had asked to talk to you privately in his office about organising a works trip for all the other work colleagues, and it was in his office, that was made of glass windows. Obviously you would never look at another man because of how much you love and adore Terry, but that didnt seem to stop the jealousy building in Terry's chest as he saw you and Greg talking privately. He loved you with every fiber in his body, you were his soul mate, and seeing another man talk to you away from him just made his blood boil.

He knows what a wonderful woman you are, and deep down there was a part of him that thought he wasnt good enough for you. You were much younger, beautiful, and could have any man you wanted, which is why he sometimes wondered why you chose him, and much older man. When you finished talking to Greg you told Terry what you spoke about, but that still didnt stop how he felt inside. One night, you started to stir in your sleep, you rolled over to rest your hand on Terry's chest, but your hand met the mattress instead. "Terry?" You asked with a tired whisper, you reach over to your side lamp and see that your the only one in the bed. Where was he? "Terry?"

You ask a little louder this time as you get out of bed and tie Terry's black silk dressing gown around yourself. You walk into your ensuite bathroom, through the upstairs rooms, downstairs, kitchen, living room and the garden, he wasn't hear. Where the hell is he? Your about to reach for your phone on the kitchen table, where you see that the key rack is missing 2 sets of keys, Terry's car and the dojo keys. Why would he go to the dojo? Its 1 in the morning? Something must be wrong, he wouldn't leave you alone like this without a good reason. So you run upstairs and quickly change into one of Terry's shirts and a pair of black leggings, your hair was put up into a messy bun, then you run back down stairs and grab your keys and phone before leaving the house and get into your car.

It was only a short drive to the dojo, but that didnt mean your mind wasnt racing with so many questions. Why was he out this late? Why didnt he tell you? What could be the reason hes out this late? Was it something you did? Did Terry not want to be around you anymore? You pulled up into the dojo car park, and that's where a weight off your chest you didnt know you were feeling was lifted, after seeing Terry's car parked hear too. At least you knew where he was, that was something you had worried about. You walk up to the dojo door and open it slowly, there were only a couple of lights on in the dojo, but when you walk into the main room, you can hear something coming from the back. You walk towards the backroom, and now you can hear what sounds like Terry's voice, he seems to be muttering to himself. You can hear the words "How dare he?" and "What's he planning?"

As you finaly reach the door, you push it open a little and you can see Terry pacing back and forth, but he isn't the same. He is holding a bottle of whiskey, and it's almost empty, is he drunk? Terry doesn't get drunk? His hair is still in a ponytail, but it's very messy, covering his eyes with little wispy locks. "Terry?" His eyes dart to the doorway where you stand. "Sweetheart?! What- what are you doing hear?" "I could ask you the same thing" Terry shakes his head and throws the bottle onto the pile of mats next to him. "Terry what are you doing hear? What's going on?" "Its nothing sweetheart, just go home" this frustrates you now, you just frown and fold your arms. "Terry I'm not going anywhere, you haven't been the same the last few days and then I wake up to find you that you left me alone in our bed?! And your hear getting drunk?! What is going on? Please tell me!...is it something I did?"

"What? No Y/N no, you didnt do anything-" "Then why are you avoiding me? The last few days, you've been so distant. I thought....I thought you didnt find me attractive anymore" "Oh sweetheart no, please don't think that-" "How can I not? You haven't been talking to me, spending time with me, I mean when was the last time we had sex? When was the last time you really kissed me? You say I shouldn't think like that, but when the man I love doesn't treat me the same way anymore, it's all that I can think about" Terry has a tear run down his cheek, he looks utterly hear broken, he steps towards you and falls to his knees. "Y/N, I am so, so sorry. I cant belive I've been making you feel that way, the last thing i want is to make you feel less than the goddess you are. I love you, i worship you, and i always will"

"I thought I did something to make you feel bad, i though i upset you" "No sweetheart, you didnt do anything....its not you...its your... your colleague, Greg" "Greg? I dont understand? What did he do?" He stands back up and starts pacing again, and an angry look is starting to form on his face. "He didn't really do anything...he just...I dont like the way he, IS around you" "The way be IS? Terry what are you talking-" "I dont like him! Alright?! I dont like the way he talks to you, or, you know, takes you into his office for private conversations-" "Oh my god! Are you kidding me?! Is this what this is about? You think Greg likes me?" "How can I not think that? Y/N, your the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, your perfect. How can I not feel angry or jealous when I see another man taking you away from me?"

"Dont you trust me?" "Sweetheart I trust you with my life, I love you and I know that you would never cheat. I just dont trust the way he was around you!" "Terry! Greg is GAY!" A silence fills the room, you have the anger now, and Terry looks completely confused. "Wh-what?" "Greg is gay Terry! Why do you think he was hanging around Paul at the party so much? Paul is his boyfriend! He's gay! He isnt attracted to me and hasn't tried to flirt with me in anyway!" Terry looks embarrassed, and just hides his face in his hand. But your start to feel upset, sad, and very frustrated. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry i- sweetheart? Are you crying?" "Of course I am Terry, I hate arguing with you and this whole situation is just- I cant-" you turn around and try to leave, but Terry runs after you and stops you before you reach the door, and rests on hand on your arm while the other cups your cheek and wipes your tears away.

"Y/N please dont go, I'm so sorry for arguing with you. I hate that I made you feel this way, but please belive me when I say I do trust you, I do love you and I promise that I will do whatever it takes to show you that. Please sweetheart, what can I do to show you?" All of the feelings you had built up inside you were complicated, there were so many that you didnt know how to feel. The only thing you knew was that you really missed Terry, you hadn't been physical with him for over a week, not even a kiss. You just felt his hand on your cheek and that was enough to make you crave more of his touch. Without saying a word, your lips crash into his in a desperate hunger, you just needed to feel him. He returned the kiss just as much, he had clearly missed you too. One of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling you into his chest, and the other hand cradles the back of your neck as he leans down and deepens the kiss.

He completely supports you in his strong muscular arms as your hands grab at his muscular arms, the intense feelings you are experiencing make you week at the knees. He spins you around and presses you against the wall, still moving his tounge against yours and intensifying the moment. The kiss breaks for just a moment so you can take a breath, and you cant help but look up at Terry with the same sexual frustration in his eyes. "I love you so much sweetheart, I've really missed you-" "Shut up Terry, just take me already!" "Oooh is my goddess in need of a good...hard...fucking?" He asks as his fingers run over your collarbone. "Yes Terry, please just fuck me!" Terry smiles wickedly before he quickly takes both your wrists and pins them above your head, with only one of his hands. The other takes your thigh and lifts it up to wrap around his waist. His lips meet yours again, but this time is more intense, he even bites your lip at one point.

Feeling so wet as he grinds his groin inbetween your legs, your heart races as you need to feel him inside you. His hand lets go of your wrist and he wraps your legs around his waist, and carrys you over to the large pile of mats. Placing you on the mats, the kiss doesn't break as you pull at his collar, ripping it open and showing his braud muscular chest. He absolutely loves this, and he let's out a low growl from his throat. He lifts you up and turns you around, so your standing up and facing away from him, but he presses his body against your back, and you can feel how hard he is in his trousers. One of his hands reaches into the front of your leggings and slowly starts to tease you, and the other moves over your collar bone and moves up to your neck as his large hand and fingers delicately wrap around your throat. "Oh, my sweet goddess, your already so wet for me..." He circles your tender clit, making you shudder at his touch, and his tounge runs over the soft skin of your neck.

So he takes his hand out, and pulls down your leggings, then he presses you down so your bent over onto the mats. He parts your legs slightly before he slides into you with one deep thrust. It makes you gasp at the feel of him, he's so hard and so thick, he felt so good inside you and he hadn't even started thrusting yet. He leans down and whispers in your ear, ever so slightly getting deeper inside you. "I'm going to give you, exactly what you need..." Shootimg back up so he is standing behind you, he starts pounding into you, hard and fast, hitting all the right places, slamming against your G spot over and over again. You cant help but moan, and whimper as he fucks you again and again. "I think my goddess can take a little more..." One of his hands reaches down as starts playing with your clit again, making you whimper even more. It isnt until his other hand reaches down and his fingers run through your hair and makes a fist in your hair, pulling it so he is in complete control of you.

"Oh my god! I cant- I cant take any more! I'm going to cum!" "Oh sweetheart, your going to take all that I give you, because your a good girl" he can feel your body as it's about to release, so he let's go of you, pulls your hips up so you against his back again. And one hand goes back to your clit, going quicker than before, and his other hands wraps around your throat again, giving slight pressure, not stopping you from breathing, but being completely in control. He is still mercilessly fucking you, and before you know it, your entire body is feeling the wave of your orgasm, making your body shake and your screaming out so loud that your worried someone might hear. But Terry doesn't care, hearing you scream is music to his ears, and his orgasm hits him at the same time as you, making him moan out in extacy. The whole experience intensified when you hear him moan, hearing the sounds he makes majorly turns you on too. He is still holding you as you both start to come down, and his lips find your ear as he nibbles at your earlobe. "Oh sweetheart, that was so fucking good. I've missed you so much" Your both breathless as you talk. "I've missed you too Terry, and that was, amazing" "I promise I wont act like that around you again sweetheart, I trust you, and love you with all my heart" "I love you too" "So? Are you ready to go home?" "Maybe......after round two?" He chuckles "Oh, you need a little more, your wish is my command....."

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timeoverload · 3 months

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I had to leave work around 10:30 this morning. I tried so hard to keep moving but I couldn't do it. I can't stand for very long and it's hard to keep my balance. Last night my sock was blood stained when I took my shoes off even though I don't have any visible wounds so I'm not sure where that's coming from. It happened again today even though I wasn't on my feet as long. My leg won't stop vibrating. I felt so guilty leaving. The pressure on my bladder is worse today and I had to keep rushing to the bathroom. Sorry for sharing that information but it's really uncomfortable. I know I don't have a UTI because I took a test when I got home.

I am going to the spine specialist in the morning and I'm going to try to get in for an injection on Friday. I don't know how the hell I'm going to pay for it. They won't schedule me any more appointments if any of my bills go to collections so I need to get on top of it right away. I don't want to get my injection alone!!! I want someone there to take care of me!! :'( I hope I don't get a spinal headache this time.

I knew something bad was going to happen. I'm so tired of going through this alone. My dad is the only person that has actually been there to help me. I wish I didn't have to ask him to help me all the time. He already has so many other things to worry about. I haven't been able to drive anywhere for weeks due to the snow either. I have a lot of errands to run but I don't expect him to drive me everywhere.

I'm also feeling pissed off at the world because I have to go through all of this without anything to relieve my pain or stop my muscle spasms. I am so uncomfortable!! I wish I lived in Colorado or something... I want to run away sometimes but I know I couldn't do it financially. It's not fair!!! I don't really drink anymore either and it's been over a month since I had a beer. I can't remember the last time I got drunk.

I feel like I will be trapped in this prison (my bedroom) forever. I feel like a feral animal locked in a cage. My mess keeps growing and maybe if I'm lucky it will eventually just suffocate me while I'm sleeping. How the fuck am I supposed to clean when I'm like this?? I have to keep ordering more clothes and I have probably spent thousands of dollars over the past year. I lost track. I don't want to keep doing that and I could have used that money to pay off a lot of my debt. I don't have a choice because I'm not going to wear dirty clothes. I haven't felt good enough to put the new mattress pad on my bed that I bought like 6 months ago and I couldn't get the old one off so I just ripped it in half so I have a space to sit. I don't have sheets on my bed and I just have to lay on blankets. There is so much stuff on my bed that I can't use the other side. How am I supposed to do anything?? I am pathetic. I don't think anyone realizes how bad it is or takes me seriously. I wish someone would put me out of my misery sometimes. I am not going to hurt myself but existing is pretty terrible right now.

I don't think I would be so nasty and angry if I wasn't in so much pain constantly. I don't think people understand that. I'm generally the sweetest person and I try to be kind to everyone but I know I haven't acted that way lately. I feel like I have been very mean and I'm getting worse so I'm sorry for that. No one knows what it's like until it happens to them. Literally anyone can become disabled at any time so don't take anything for granted.

I remember years ago I had a co-worker who had been working in sterile processing for 15 years and she was such a bitch to me all the time and was hard to be around. I was afraid of her. I understand now why she was like that... she was in a lot of pain too. I definitely have a lot more empathy for her now. I hope she is doing better now wherever she is. I've also taken care of a lot of sick people and I know that pain can bring out the worst in someone. People tend to lash out more often when they are desperate for relief because they get ignored otherwise.

My head is killing me because I am dehydrated since I keep having to go to the bathroom almost every hour. It's making me dizzy. I'm glad I don't have to go to work tomorrow because I would probably cry. I managed to take a shower when I got home but it didn't really help me feel better. I think I am going to sleep the rest of the day. I had breakfast but I don't feel like eating anything else today and I don't care about food now. I hate eating. I don't want to be awake anymore because it's depressing and I have no desire to do anything. I'm sorry for being such a downer but this is just how my life is and I don't think it's going to change any time soon.

Hopefully everyone else is having a much better day than I am... thank you for listening to me vent. 💖💖💖

#personal

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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Hi Nisi! Congratulations on turning 30! (I did that last year, good times~) I'd like to request one of your slots for Gaara x Aki Kamiya (my OC - the same one Lemony wrote about during the Ukraine event), setup is them relaxing after a long day of work. If this is ok, what sort of information do you need from me? Thank you. <3

hiiii <3 I changed the premise a little (ok I mean it depends on your definition of work... otherwise I did not change it) and I hope you like it anyway! I don't think I have a good read on Gaara and this was my first attempt so please forgive me. Aki is a sweetheart tho ~

Gaara x OC

1943 words

Adopting a traumatised child might be a little more difficult than Gaara anticipated

It had been a while since Gaara felt this tired. He walked slowly into the bedroom and nothing but his sense of dignity kept him from letting himself fall into the bed in full dirty clothes and just falling asleep right there. Aki was already in, sitting on the opposite side of her makeup mirror putting some oil in her hair. Recently she had gotten some delivered from the Land of Tea that was new and apparently protected it from too much sun exposure. Her hair, so she said, clearly hadn’t gotten the memo that she was living here for many years now. It kept breaking at the ends, so she claimed.

“Rough day?” she asked without turning her head, knowing full well by the way he walked that he was completely beat. He sighed instead of giving a reply and began to peel himself from his clothes. They were over and over full with sand, which was not unusual, not only because of his own abilities, but just the geography of Suna as a village, but today it was not his usual, thin, desert sand, it was heavy black sand that sticks to everything.

A few weeks ago Gaara had been called down to help out with a group of bandits that had attacked and murdered almost an entire village. There was a treasure there that they wanted, Gaara was told. When he turned up the treasure turned out to be no gold or jewelery but a small, scared little boy, a tiny figure, who was somehow able to use the black magnetic sand in a way that was similar to Gaara’s father.

HIs advisors had told him that he should lock the boy up, as he was a danger to himself and to others, but Gaara, suddenly plagued with memories from his own locked childhood, had not listened. Instead he had offered his hand to the boy, offered to raise and train him and give him a home, which was something Gaara wished someone had done for him when he was small. He had found Aki very understanding of it all, as she so often was. “Now that we have a child already, what difference does a second one make?” She had rocked Ruby on her arm while saying this.

Apparently done with her hair, Aki climbed over the bed to him. Gaara, finally free of his sandy clothes, let himself fall back after all. “You smell nice.” He had his eyes closed, but he could smell the light odour of green tea coming from her face.

“Thank you”, Aki said. “It feels nice to wear. Makes my hair silky.” Aki knew him well enough, they’d spent many years by each other’s side only as friends before they’d ever started dating, so she did what she knew would soothe him and went with her hand through his red hair. He hummed. Sometimes she made fun of him for purring like a cat when she did that, but he liked it too much to mind the friendly teasing.

“I don’t think he likes me very much.” Gaara thought of the angry face on Shinki when they had trained today together. He was good, extraordinarily talented, but still too angry and resentful to really step forward and really master his techniques. Using such an unique ability only in hate and anger would never help him develop, or only help him develop upon a certain point. Shinki was still too young to understand that though.

Aki hummed in understanding. “He will come around.” She said these things with a confidence that nobody Gaara ever met had had. As if she could see the future and knew it was going to come to pass. She wasn’t a blind optimist, but things she really believed in were unshakable.

“You know he reminds me a little of a desert cat” Aki said now, her fingers scratching him a little so that it shivered down his neck. “You have to be careful with them, because they have often never seen a human before.”

“And how do you deal with such a cat?” Gaara asked, a little amused by her comparing a little boy to an animal.

She leaned back a little and he could feel that he was crossing her legs underneath him. “You go up to it and give it your hand to sniff. For that you stay as far away from it as you can, make your arm as long as possible. If it shies away from you, you don't follow it, you let it move back and hide, let some time go by, then you offer your hand again. Eventually it will learn that it can trust you and then it will let you touch and eventually maybe even more.”

Gaara opened his eyes to find Aki already looking down at him. “You think I should give him time?” There had been times when social clues had been a little hard for him to understand, but with her story he was pretty sure (almost at least) that she didn’t mean to literally hold his hand out and let the boy sniff it. “That I should go easy on him?”

Aki weighed her head and her crystals reflected in the light of the lamps next to their bed. “I’m saying, he will get there. Right now he needs support and guidance and a lot of love. We still don’t know what he’s been through up until now.”

It was true. It was hard to get anything out of the boy, who refused to talk unless it was with his sand. That had been Gaara’s idea today anyway. If he took the boy out training, he thought, he might be opening up a little easier. Unfortunately this plan had backfired on him and now Gaara was behind on his paperwork and none the wiser.

They didn’t know much about the village Shinki was found in or why it had been raided by attackers looking for him. It wasn’T unlikely that people had tried to use his abilities for their gains before or that they actually had used him that way. One of the first evenings with Shinki around Aki had thought out loud if that was why he had been there in the first place, because the bandits had used him as a tool to district villages or blackmail them or such. Gaara didn’t know, the files that they kept in the Kazekage tower seemed non conclusive. Only the boy himself could enlighten them on his history.

“Well, I can tell you that he is very talented. If he works on his abilities, he might be easily surpassing me in just a few years.” Gaara closed his eyes again. He was gonna have to be careful not to fall asleep before he had taken his bath and washed himself, but laying like this with his head on his wife’S lap was just too nice to rip yourself away from.

“That’s not important right now, is it? You should let him sit in with your meetings or take him to everyday things. To show him that you are serious with him being your son from now on. Maybe he is worried you will change your mind anyway.” Aki sounded sad at that thought alone.

All of these would be a little easier if they knew the boy’s history. Maybe he’d been taken in before and then abandoned again that’S why he was so unready to talk and so ready to bite. Showing him some humanity, some stability, like Aki suggested, was maybe not the worst idea, Gaara thought. It could give him a sense of normalcy and belonging.

“Maybe we should let him meet Ruby.” Gaara opened his eyes to look at Aki as he said that. “She will be his sister after all.” Ruby was only a few months old when Shinki had come into their lives and so far they had kept the baby away from him. The baby was still fragile and the boy unpredictable and though Gaara trusted him, he also felt the responsibility for his other child. So the decision was made that Ruby would be kept away from Shinki until the boy had calmed down a little.

“You know, I was for that from the beginning”, Aki replied. “I thought it was stupidly cautious to keep the children apart. As if we couldn’t handle a 6 year old boy on our own.” She huffed at the thought. “Apart from that, he did not seem like the guy who would harm a baby. He just seems like a scared baby himself.”

“Tomorrow then.” He thought about it. He could go down to Shinki’s room and get the boy with Ruby in her chest carrier and bring them both to the Kazekage office. Aki was in the right of course, he needed to learn that he too was part of that family. Maybe all four of them could have dinner in the evening too. That might help the boy adjust to his new life and slowly open up. In time it would probably also be fruitful to bring him to see Temari and Shikadai, just to round the family out.

Gaara reached for her hand and let her fingers entwine with his. “How was your day with her?” He realised he hadn’t asked at all, that he had only talked about himself and how busy and tired he was. Aki had been the one spending the day with the baby and surely was exhausted herself, nice smelling hair or not. There were days, before Shinki had come, in which Gaara took their daughter most the day, but since the boy was in their lives Gaara spent the days with him and Aki looked after the baby.

Ruby?” Aki asked and shrugged her shoulders. “Sleeping today mostly. She was a little cranky towards the afternoon. I wonder if she hates the midday sun, which would be problematic for the future, but she always cries a little louder then.” Gaara hummed. “I mean she might get used to it in the future, but right now it is a little worrying.”

She was right to worry of course. Suna was a scorching place, and even though the houses were built to keep the warmth out, the sun was still burning hot during the afternoons. If Ruby would have issues with this it would be difficult for her to go to the academy or become a kunoichi. NO that she needed to be one, she might as well do any of the many civilian jobs that were inside of buildings. Gaara shook the thought away. This was so far in the future and so many things could change still, that it made so sense thinking about it now.

Aki circlied her fingertip over his nose and cheek. “She’s sleeping now and I hope she gets some good five hours in before she wakes up again. I had the chance to take a bath and do my hair. Maybe you could too and then we could both lay down in bed next to each other without you leaving sand everywhere.” She laughed a little and wiped a few corns off the side of the bed.

“Of course, dear.” Gaara pulled himself up and needed a second to gather himself. He’d gotten pretty sleepy through her touch on his head. “I’ll go to the bath quickly and come back immediately. Though I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay up long.”

His wife smiled and she reached out for his hand to press it. “Don’t fall asleep in the tub.”

#fanfiction things #nisi turns 30 #this is the fiftheenth story im finishing #it is the 18th of august

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quietplace26 · 1 year

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Here's that Yakuza!KK au I promised!

Yakuza au

Today had been an absolute mess for Akito.

First he woke up late, then his motorbike stopped working halfway to work, meaning he was late for work. And after he finally made it to work, his boss yelled at him in front of all the other workers.

He was only further humilated when the other workers started teasing him, bascailly harrassing him for their own amusment.

He hated working here. Everyone was an asshole, especially his boss, but alas, he had no choice. He needed money and this job was the only one he's been able to keep recently.

Every other job he had before let him go because they found someone better, and that pissed Akito off to no end.

Like, what the hell?! He worked his ass off for days, weeks, maybe even months, and you fire him just because someone that was considered 'better' came along?!

"You sure you don't want my help, Akito?" Unlike Akito, his brilliant little sister Mari had her dream job. One that paid good money and made Mari happy.

Despite wanting to say yes, Akito tells her no. It might be a pride thing, but he didn't want to take her hard earned money. It just didn't feel right.

"Done..." Akito sighs in relief as he finished the last of his work for the day. It was nighttime, and he was the only one left in the office still working.

Mostly because everyone dump their workload onto him. The sad thing was he couldn't complain because the last time he did, his boss gave him even MORE work to do!

"Those jerks better be grateful..." Akito mutters as he gathered his things and made his way outside, shivering when cold air bit his face.

Since his motorbike wasn't working, Akito had to go home on foot. It was seriously nerve wracking walking home in the dead of night...

"Cold..." Akito shivers again, tugging his coat closer for warmth as he walked down street after street, slowly getting closer and closer to his cosy little apartment.

Akito was soooo tired... Gosh. He was so glad he didn't have work the next day! That meant he could sleep in late! YES!

With the happy thought of sleeping in the next morning, Akito finally smiles the for the first time that day, or well, night.

But the Akito's smile slips from his face when something darts out from the alleyway he walking by and slams into him.

Akito stumbles back and looks down to see- "A kid?!"

There sitting on the ground was a little boy. He looked to 6-7, maybe even younger, dressed in a dirty yellow coat, and was trembling as tears dripped down his face.

Akito immediately drops to his knees, frantically asking the boy if he was alright. However the boy doesn't answer, he just lets out a whimpering cry and latches onto Akito, burying his face into Akito coat.

It was at this moment that loud yelling could be heard down the same alley way the little boy came from. "Where the fuck did that brat go?!"

Hearing this, Akito tenses up and holds the trembling boy close as he stood up, desperately looking around for a place to hide!

Akito ends up hiding behind some nearby trash bins. Once settled, Akito looks down into the terrified face of the little boy and silently puts his finger to his lips. Whispering the single word, "Quiet..."

The little boy nods, burying his face back into Akito coat as men in black suits came out the alley way. They sounded angry, and Akito sure as hell didn't want himself or this kid on the other end of that anger.

The men were now standing by the trash bins Akito was hiding behind. "You sure he went this way, Ken?"

A growl was heard. "Yes, you dumbass! I saw him run down that alleyway! He couldn't have gotten far! Come on!"

After a few minutes, the men's voices fade away, leaving only Akito and the little boy alone on the streets.

"Okay. I think they're gone now..." Akito breaths a sigh of relief before looking down at the boy who was still shivering in his arms.

"...Really? They-They left?" The boy whispered, not quite believing it was true.

"Yeah, they're gone now." Akito carefully stood up, cradling the child close. "What's your name? Mine's Akito." Baby steps. Akito needed to understand this situation better if he wanted to help this kid.

"...S-Satoshi."

"Oh? That's a nice name." Akito nods with a smile and starts walking speed walking home. He didn't want to stick around incase those men came back.

"Alright then Satoshi, can you tell me why those mean men were after you? I need to know so I can help you, okay?"

By the time Akito got home to his apartment, he had a basic idea of what happened to Satoshi. The poor boy had been snatched up eariler that day while he was playing outside his home.

"Dad had gone back inside to talk with someone, so I was just playing outside with my toys." The little boy explained as Akito bundled him up in some warm blankets.

Satoshi sniffled, looking ready to cry again at any moment. "I-I think someone grabbed me? Th-Then I was somewhere diffferent!" Yeah, he was crying now. "I-I want my dad!"

Somehow Akito manages to calm him down enough to ask if he knew his dad's phone number.

Honestly Akito should be calling the police, but something in his gut told him he should contact Satoshi's father first.

After dialing the phone number Satoshi gave him, Akito handed the child his phone, letting the him talk to his dad. When Satoshi's dad answered, the boy started crying, telling his dad what happened, and that he just wanted to go home!

The converstation between father and son went on for a few minutes before Satoshi handed the phone over to Akito, saying his dad wanted to talk to him.

With a little hestiation, Akito says hello.

"...You the guy that found my son?" A deep, gravely voice spoke over the phone, startling Akito for a second. "Y-Yeah, I am."

The man then he asks where Akito lived, saying he was coming to get Satoshi. NOW.

Akito barely got out his adress and apartment number before the other man hung up on him.

Not even 20 minutes or so later, a knock at Akito's door was heard, and when Akito cracked open the door, he came faced to faced with the scariest looking man he's ever seen!

Tall, dark, and were those tattoos on his hands?! This man had to be a Yakuza or something!

"Dad!" And this scary looking man was Satoshi's dad!

The look the terrifying looking man gives Satoshi was that of pure relief. He drops to his knees and hugs Satoshi, saying he was so glad Satoshi was safe.

Akito couldn't help but smile. Despite being scary, this man clearly loved his son very much, and that warmed Akito's heart.

The father son duo leaves after that, well, not until Satoshi gave Akito a quick hug. "Thanks for saving me mister Akito!"

The little boy darts back to his father, who then picks him up, and the three of them walks outside Akito's apartment.

Akito felt a spike of nervousness as he sees more scary looking men standing nearby.

"Hey kid." Akito is pulled away from his nervousness when the older man calls out to him. "Thanks for helping my son. I-" The man expression becomes dark, sad. "I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't..."

Akito too didn't want to think about what could've happened to Satoshi either. The boy had already grew on him after a short time, and Akito didn't want to imagine the boy being hurt, or worse.

"Well, he's safe now, and I think you should probably take him home." Akito smiles as he points at Satoshi. The boy was sound asleep in his dad's arms.

To Akito's surprise, the older man returns his smile. "Yeah, you're right."

The older man leaves with his scary crew, and Akito retreats back into his apartment.

"What a night..." Akito mumbles, flopping down on his bed. "Can't wait to tell Mari about this..." He mumbles again, finally drifting off to some well needed sleep...

#ghostwire: tokyo #ghostwire tokyo #akito/kk #yakuza au #yakuza!kk #satoshi is kk's son #akito is tired #mari is alive #long post omg

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kahaluada · 2 years

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Daryl + OFC

Tags: fluffly, angst, friends to lovers, childhood friends

Warnings: Daryl childhood (none)

Summary: Sam is trying her best to be good and making friends, but kids at this new city just don't give her a break. Maybe the boy who is always alone can help her. After all, Daryl Dixon seems to know some stuff.

Context

This is a little piece of my long fic A Bond to Survive. It is my 1st work in English and I hope you like it. Daryl is 39 in my fic because in TWD wiki says that at the beginning of the apocalypse (2010) he is in his late 30's almost 40.

This P.O.V is from a kid so I choose to be simple it this passage.

* If you have any grammar feedback I'd love it. I tried to express his accent in some words, hope it shows.

The frog alliance

Young Harris | North Georgia

1980

Sam felt her cheeks burning while tears fell without her permission. She hated the feeling in her chest, a burning sensation of humiliation while the voices of Ava, Asher and the other kids screamed in her ears.

Kids in school were mean. She sniffed while sneaking behind school to go where she wanted. She stopped, listening the janitor looking for other nautghty kids and hid herself behind a tree, trying to fix her hair.

She looked at her dirty uniform and her throat tightened with the smell of peaches. Her hands tried to clean it again with no sucess.

She should have known better. When she realized what Asher did she lost it and tried to punch him, only for his sister Ava held her while they put peach juice on her.

They've been trying to make her angry for a while now, since she started in the church's choir and discovered her dad was the sheriff. They almost failed because her parents expected her to be good, forgiven and nice to people.

Also, the priest was clear: any kid who we're going bad in school could not stay in the choir. So, Asher put gum in her hair and Sam started crying, humiliated and angry. She loved her hair, people always complimented her hair and now -for sure- she needed to cut it.

Sam never had a little mean bone in her seven-year-old body, but what leakes in evil was overflowing in a sense of justice. She knew they did it to make her bad in front of the priest. Why would they do it on friday, the day church was in school to teach?

She sobbed, hiding behind the three seeing the gum in a big chunk of hair. She was so done being good and trying to be nice with the kids in that school.

Sam was tired of them and that school and that city. Asher was so mean to her and when she talked back Ava came to intimidate her.

So now, she was looking at that dirty pond beyond the school fence for a while, a ideia coming to her mind .

“I’m no peach princess. I don’t like peaches. And I don’t like them” She murmured to herself, feeling sad with the inability to make friends. “Stupid twins”

She was there for months now and no one wanted to be her friend. It was like they decided without even giving her a chance and she knew how nice she was.

The girl looked at the fence, trying to figure out how to go beyond it to complete her plan. She was just really upset and she knew how Ava Jones hated frogs. The girl talked about frogs like the little animals were the devil.

Sam took the frog's side because Ava Jones was so mean to her with no reason and she was sure the frogs never did anything to the girl either.

The smell of peaches was making her sick and she wanted to go home and at the same time, she didn't. Her dad would be all “sheriff” making kids even more suspicious of her and even the teacher would be annoyed at her because of it.

Her mom made a scene for less than gum in her hair, calling her father to talk to the principal. It was horrible because her mother would think her scenes helped her when it was the complete opposite.

She sat under the tree, looking to the fence when she saw Daryl Dixon climbing it to go back inside. Sam sighed, her eyes widened when the boy made it simple to go in and out of school.

She remembered him from church, but he never talked to her and was always alone in the corner. The boy was dirty, his blond hair covering his eyes and he had scratches in his face and arms. His loose pants and gigantic shirt made him almost a savage to her eyes and so fascinating.

Sam frowned, wishing he would at least acknowledge her presence, but he didn’t. She learned that kids from 3rd grade barely talked to 2nd graders but the girl was in no place to follow the rules. She needed help.

She tried to talk to him, but he just ignored her. His reaction at least was ok, because the others used to mock her, or lead her to think they´re interested in what she says to make fun of her.

Sam blinked, gathering courage. She had a mission, a war to win against the stupid Jones twins and that boy would help her. She got up when he passed by her and ran in his direction.

“Hey! Daryl Dixon!” He heard her because he walked faster. “Wait for meee” Her legs were not long enough to catch him, but she had to make him stop and listen to her. “Just listen! I have a preo…A puporsit…Propo…Perpusiton…” He looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. “ I need to talk to you”

“No” He answered a little angry and she ran faster.

“If you don’t stop I’ll tell the principal about your sling!”

It worked, he stopped and she swallowed when he turned to her, face red as a tomato and lips pressed. Dixon looked at her, weirded out, and she remembered she was covered in peach juice and dirty, with gum in her long hair.

“What the hell? Ya gonna gossip bout’me? I have nothin with that car window!” He commented way too annoyed.

Sam didn’t know about any car window. But now she suspected he was in trouble.

“I need…” She catches her breath, hands on knees “I need your help with the frogs”. He blinked, crossed his arms and looked at her like she could shoot him “I’ll not tell the principal anything but I… I…Need help to destroy The Shine Twins!”

The boy looked around and back to her. He scratched his neck and raised an eyebrow.

“Please. You’re my only hope to destroy those ghosts. They need to learn a lesson! It is only a prepoursi…Preposi…Business!”

She stared at him, hands on her hips, determined in her mission. Sam blinked and raised her chin like she saw her father doing so many times when talking to people on the streets.

Her pink bracelet was shining with the sunlight and she saw the boy looking down at her striped purple socks. It reminded her of a Chesshire cat and she loved it.

She corrected her posture, blinking a lot while trying to hold her pose. Sam wasn’t a sheriff but she knew she could do it. He needed to understand her. He looked at her for so long she felt like they were in a staring contest.

“Why ya’talkin like that?”

Sam felt her cheeks and chest burning with shame. After all these minutes that was his answer? She frowned, she knew she talked too much, but this wasn’t going to stop her.

“Where is your uniform?” She asked back and he locked his jaw, making fists.

“Did they make ya stay here to tease me? Fuckin stuck-up people”

“What?No! I don’t have time to tease you.” She rolled her eyes and tried to fix her hair when he looked at it “I have a mission against the Shine Twins! You know? Ava and Asher Jones! I call them that because they're as scary as the twins in that movie.”

The boy shook his head, saying anything besides that and started to move. Sam ran in front of him and opened her arms. She would make him understand.

“Get outta my way”

“No! Are you on Jones' side?” He rolled his eyes “Are you or not?”

“Noah’s younger siblings?”

“Aham!” She nodded slowly, her cheeks burning with determination.

“Nah, dun like them” She smiled, wild, her dark eyes filled with tears of joy. Finally someone who agrees with her! An ally!

“We should make an alliance against evil. I just need you to teach me how to climb that fence and I’ll go catch the frogs.” He raised his eyebrows, clearly not believing in her. “And you can ask me a favor in return. This is how alliances work. I saw in the Cuckoo’s nest movie.”

When she mentioned the movie he pressed his lips, but Sam didn’t know if he was holding a laugh or disapproving her.

“Frogs? Do ya know any types? Some have poison, bad for ya skin.”

Sam blinked, afraid of what he said. Was he lying? She looked at him, suspicious. His blue eyes were looking her up and down, reminding her of the stray cat she was hiding in her backyard.

He was so tense, like the cat the first time she approached it. She named the cat Bernard, because of The rescues, one of her favorite movies.

“Can you help me with that, please?” She looked at him with hope and saw his cheeks going red. He took the sling out of his pocket.

“How many?” She realized, too fast, what he meant. Her eyes got bigger and she went to his wrist, almost crying.

“No please, I don't want to hurt the poor little frogs! I don’t even let Bernard kill them. Bernard is my cat, but mom doesn't know. I keep him a secret and…”

He looked at her hand like it was fire and pushed his wrist in an aggressive way. The way he looked at her made her swallow and shut up.

“Sorry.” They looked at each other in silence and Sam squeezed her bracelet. “But it is true, I have a cat. I can have a cat, they’re good friends. You know?”

Still silence. Sam felt her cheeks burning now. What if she had only Bernard, a cat, as a friend? She opened her mouth and closed it.

“Why are ya covered in peach?” He finally said something, making her twist her lips.

“Ava Jones” she murmured ashamed “Sorry… I… Just...”

“Stop cryin like a baby. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“Really?” She went to him and he took a step away from her “Sorry”

“This fuckin school is ridiculous.” They began to walk to the fence

“You shouldn’t curse.”

“Ya shouldn’t watch movies like that”

“Hey!” she smiled, looking at him with some sort of admiration. Maybe she made a friend, finally. “I love Jack Nicholson”

“He have crazy eyes”

“I love it” Now he laughed, the tension in his shoulder and face disappeared and she loved to see it “ Actually, my granny loves him and I love him too.”

She put a hand on her hair and remembered the gum. She groaned, furious with it.

“They did it?”

“Yeah” She confirmed with a pouty

“Put some ice on it.”

“Why?”

“The gum will be hard as rock and ya can take without cuttin yer hair."

Sam blinked, impressed, and nodded.

“Thank you Daryl Dixon. You are really smart.” When she said it he stopped and looked at her with his face all shades of red. “What? I’m not teasing you. I’m serious!”

“Whatever” he murmured rolling his eyes “You own me two now”

She crossed hands behind her back and smiled at him while walking, correcting her posture. When he helped her to sneak out of school she wondered why he was always running away from class.

Sam chooses the biggest frog in the pond. She named him Mr. Jack Hero to Daryl amusement. When they came back to school she was too happy with her alliance and the big frog.

She put the frog in Ava’s bag and after the annoying girl discovered it, Sam ran and stayed quiet, only enjoying the chaos.

Her alliance with Daryl Dixon seems a good.

#daryl dixion imagine #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfic #daryl the walking dead #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl and oc #the walking dead #twd imagine #twd fanfiction #twd

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justcallmegreentea · 2 years

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Have you ever had thus type of thought that usually gave you information to process?

Smth like "His injuries were so bad, even usually silent man made shocked sound".

It surely can give you another thought "Where the hell it came from?!"

So, I had this type of thought, and it wasn't small...

I'll just leave it here:

Random piece of work:

..."Why do you suddenly care?" he asked calmly. He didn't need this attention now(who was he kidding? He was 'caring'-touch starved, and wanted to feel loved). He needed it when his 7 year old version had nightmares. But couldn't bring himself to call for anyone present in the house, 'cause Mic was tired from work and Aizawa was absent. He needed attention when he had won his first chess online game, learning how to play by himself. No one was there. One accident made him feel unwanted easily: on his ninth birthday, he made a great, for his age, dinner himself for the whole family. He waited and waited, and waited... Until it was too late to wait. He went to sleep, just to find in the morning that food was left untouched. He understood that his parents might were tired, or came nearly in the morning and went straight to sleep... But he found a dirty cup of coffee, which Aizawa never had home only if he had time.

But Izuku let it be! Of course, his dad might not notice food, though he hardly doesn't notice anything, that comes with hero work. He didn't worry about Mic though, the man always left early and came late. And he found that one portion was missing, meaning that maybe Mic packed it with himself. At least he hoped.

You might think it was petty of him, but what can you say to child, whose parents missed his birthday. Like, really missed, not even a note with "Happy Birthday, Izu ;)". That makes child sad.

"What...do you mean?" Wow, man clearly didn't know what was wrong. Eh, he wasn't shocked. It was more of suprise that Aizawa remembered about him. What was the last time they talked? If with Hizashi he could at least exchange a few words, it was far more than with Aizawa "I always care" Now that was a cold tone. Now that was 'scary'.

"Oh, don't lie to yourself" he made a move with his hands. He got this habit during his night patrols, but tried not to use it too much in day time, so he wasn't recognized "You even spend more time with Hitoshi than me" he deadpanned. Maybe it was just jealousy, but he had all rights for it. Aizawa was his parent, not Hitoshi's, and as far as he learned, Shinsou had good parents, and wasn't parent-attached to Aizawa. Which he couldn't say about man. "Hell, you remembered his birthday and congratulated him! Do you even remember when is mine?!" And that was hysteria coming by the corner. Well, he held himself for, what? Eight years?

"Don't be childish. You're to old to jealous me over another kid-"

"I have all the rights to be jealous!"

"Young man!" Aizawa flashed with red eyes.

"What. What do you want from me now? To be a family?! Well, your time tik-tik-tak! It's gone! You had a decade to be a family, but decided that you had better things to do!" And again, he threw his hands up, but suddenly all his angry was gone. "Really, Aizawa-" man for some reason flinched. Ah. Right. He usually called him dad, even if he didn't get a response. "-what do you want from me? I always drew inside the line, I never asked for anything that wasn't mine. I got used that you don't care. That Hizashi tries, but he forgets most of the time. I got used to cook for myself since 8. Because Hizashi wasn't always cooking, he didn't have that much time. I even got used to explain to myself, why you don't care-"

"I am always busy with hero and school work"

"And yet, you found your time for Shinsou" he smiled tiredly. He really got used to it. Doesn't mean he was happy with/accepted it. "Listen, if you don't want me I will move out as soon as I turn legal age for this. Really, I won't be a bother" of course. He didn't want this, but he for sure want to live in the family that didn't want him. There was no need in him. That was...sad.

"Listen, kid. I didn't mea-"

"Save it, please" he was really tired of all this. He needed some sleep, maybe? "I don't want to hear you lying, although I don't know why you would do this"

"Wha-, but I'm not."

"Please...Leave this room".

"..."

"Please."

"Fine" with that words Aizawa got up and went out of the room.

After the door closed Izuku sighed heavily. Kami, he was exhausted...

I know no one probably will read this, but I'll...just leave it here...

#erasermic #mha aizawa #izuku midoriya #aizawa is a bad parent #mic is to busy #but he tries #vigilanteizuku?#notsure #but he might be #present mic

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stonyoongi · 2 years

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➙ REACTION: how they punish you and how they act after?

OT7 x female!reader | Yandere Au | REQUESTED

WARNINGS: seokjin is obsessed with reader's appearance, mention of assault, mention of bullying, threats, manipulation, stepfather x stepdaughter, psychological torture, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, domestic violence, taehyung hits and spits on reader's face in a non-sexual way+ blood please, let me know if i forgotten something

English isn't my native language, so please excuse me if I make any grammatical errors and feel free to let me know.

This contains some spoilers of my next stories (Namjoon, Hoseok & Seokjin).

A/N: hey anon! thank you for request, i love writing it. please, tell what you think about it, your feedback is really important to me.

MASTERLIST

First, let me say that your appearance is very important to this man, so he never hits you when he needs to punish you. He would never risk ruining your pretty face with a scar, or any other part of your body. Never! When you're up to no good, he'd rather use your family or anyone in the least important against you. Jin isn't the type to get his hands dirty, so he'll hire someone to do the dirty work. Your mother will be mugged, your father will be strangely beaten on the way home, a stranger will bully your little brother at school, maybe your cat will be without food for a few days. It all depends on how angry you made him. When the punishment is over, he'll act like nothing happened and you'd better do the same. Kim Seokjin will not tolerate any complaining, crying or accusing.

Just like Seokjin, the punishments also do not consist of physical aggression, but for different reasons. Why would he hit you when every word that comes out of his lips hurts more than a punch? He's well aware of the effect any slightest action of his has on you, and will use it whenever necessary (or when he's bored and wants to hurt you for fun). Yoongi's favorite method of torture is showing up with other girls and treating them as good as he's never treated you before. And if you dare try to question him, he'll make awnings think you're the crazy, obsessed ex-girlfriend. After that, he'll degrade you, make you feel so bad about yourself that you wonder if there's something wrong with you and end up apologizing to him for not being good enough. He's a nice guy and he'll forgive you. I think that living with him is in itself a punishment.

From his point of view, you enjoy being punished, so who is he to deny that to his sweet stepdaughter? I mean, well, if you didn't like it, why would you be so up to no good? You definitely like it, and they're sure your tears are tears of joy. You love the feel of the impact of his heavy hand against your buttocks, you love his pounding until the area is all scarred and you can't sit down afterwards. You love it even more when he grounds you, forbidding you to leave the house for a long time. It's your perfect excuse to spend more time together, right? Smart girl... After spanking your ass, he will help you to bed, kiss your forehead and tell you that everything he does is for your own good. He doesn't expect you to say it, but he knows you're grateful.

He's your husband, so he has every right and duty to punish you when you don't do your duty as a housewife. Fuck, he spends his day working to support you and the daughter you have together, so the least you have to do is take care of the housework, look good, cook a nice dinner, and greet him with a kiss when he arrives tired. That's not that difficult, is it? He's sure not, so if you fail, in addition to giving you a good spanking, he'll use your daughter to threaten you, knowing how much the possibility of not seeing her never scares you again, so maybe he'll walk away with her and find someone who takes better care of them. When the psychological torture is over, you'd better kiss him and thank him for being such a devoted husband. You're going to take a shower together, maybe make love in the shower.

He just loves that you're so obedient all the time, so when for some reason your attitude changes, he'll freak out. Why don't you just obey him? Be the good girl you've always been and trust him, don't question, otherwise he won't hesitate to hurt you without even having to be physical. He'll pack his bags, say he's met someone better, someone who trusts him and doesn't make him feel bad for being protective. You'll panic, try to reason with him to stay, and clarify that you didn't mean to hurt him, but he won't stop until you're on your knees begging him to forgive you. After that, Jimin will hug you tight, kiss the top of your head, and tell you how much he loves you, even if you show you don't deserve it at times.

He will never think twice about punishing you when you misbehave. Never. A few slaps and spitting in the face is the starter, the belt beating that will leave you a few days without walking serves as the main course and, if you're really a bad girl, you also get dessert, which is nothing more than a few days without eating. Maybe then you'll rethink your actions better. Just like Seokjin, he will act like nothing happened when the punishment is over. He just wants to lay his head under your breasts, feel you stroke his hair and tell him how much you love him. It's asking too much?

He just hates having to punish you because it means you were mean and if you were mean he is not giving you enough love. He's going to feel awful as fuck. Punishments usually come when you reject his affection or say something mean. He's going to lose his mind and, having no sense of his own strength, he's going to beat you until you're bleeding. When he realizes what he did, he will cry regretfully and beg you to forgive him. It's best if you just hug him and tell him it's okay, it was all your fault, or you risk being punished again.

#yandere bts #yandere namjoon #yandere namjoon x reader #yandere taehyung x reader #yandere taehyung #yandere hoseok #yandere hoseok x reader #yandere yoongi #yandere yoongi x reader #yandere jimin #yandere jimin x reader #yandere jungkook #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere seokjin #yandere reactions #yandere scenarios #yandere bts reactions

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moonctzeny · 3 years

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Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.

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haechanniesunflowers · 3 years

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Mafia!Ateez reaction to s/o being abused by her family

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK domestic abuse, bruises, scars, toxic family behaviour, manipulation, torture, mentions of blood, smoking, murder, death

I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable, my dms are always open if you want to talk about anything

Requested by @racheloveyunho

It only gets darker and longer with the next member

Hongjoong

He came home early so you weren't prepared and were wearing a tanktop with shorts

He saw the bruises on your back and thighs

When he asked you about it later that day, you sobbed and told him that your brothers beat you because you insisted on moving in with Hongjoong

Would pretend that it didn't affect him but on the inside he's furious

He himself doesn't like to physically discipline anyone unless it is necessary or they get on his nerves and bring him to that point

How dare they lay a finger on you

He wouldn't change his behaviour with you, he'd be his usual caring self, all the while planning to knock some sense into your brothers

He laid a trap for your brothers to fall right into and met with them personally

He's a reasonable man so he started with talking to them but when they didn't listen and called him slurs he threatened to murder them

They knew Hongjoong was a part of a mafia and didn't want to anger him any further

They promised him that they would treat you better

Seonghwa

You told him you tripped and fell while you were packing your things to move in with him and that's how you got the bruise on your head and a busted lip

He bought it honestly because he's soft for you and couldn't see you like that so his focus was to get you the medical treatment you needed

You were happy with him and spent almost all of your time with him but he didn't want to hold you back form meeting your friends and family

You were ecstatic to meet your friends but not your family

They hurt you after all

So when he had someone drop you off to your family house, you were nervous but still went inside to meet them

What you got was taunts and verbal abuse

When you tried convincing them that Seonghwa was indeed very kind and loving towards you, they hit you so hard, you lost your balance and your back hit the glass corner of the table which you tried holding onto and ended up scratching your upper arm, drawing blood

You were shocked and hurt and ran out of the house

You hailed a taxi and went to your friend's house and told Seonghwa to pick you up from there

When he came home that night, you were already asleep

In the morning he woke up and found you in the kitchen at the brink of tears and you cheek was a little swollen and purplish

He asked you what happened but you said you liked hanging out with your friends yesterday and these were tears of joy and that your swollen cheek was because you ran into a glass wall

He believed you like always and wrapped his arms around you to pull you into an embrace and accidentally put pressure on the bruise on your back from yesterday

You yelped and arched your back

This time he didn't ask you but lifted your shirt to see for himself, despite your protests and was shocked to say the least

He made you feel comfortable enough to tell him that it was your family's doing

He reassured you that everything will be okay and that you could stay with him forever

That night he paid your family a visit after you went to sleep

They never contacted you again

Yunho

Your family was very religious and never really messed with you because Yunho made it very clear how protective he was towards you

Any bitter comment from your family would earn them a death glare from Yunho

He'd stare them down until they got super uncomfortable

Nobody knew what he was capable of, other than the fact that he was involved with a mafia

Your family wanted you to stay away from him but you loved him and he had promised to protect you and shield you from the mafia life

Yunho's girlfriend had no face, no one in the mafia world had ever seen you

One day you were visiting your family to celebrate your sister's birthday

You felt unwelcomed, you own blood was making you feel uncomfortable

When the guests had left and it was time to open the presents, your brother told you to go home

You were embarrassed but tried to reason with him that you guys were family

He started saying hurtful things and called you a slut and accused you of selling yourself to a dirty mafia rat who kills people for a living. He said you are nothing but his whore and he will replace you one day when he is tired of you and then you will have no one to turn to because they didn't consider you family anymore

You got up and went to the home. The home Yunho had made in the middle of a dense forest to hide you and came to see you almost every day

Yunho had decided to complete his work in advance today so he could spend more time with you in the next days, since you said you would be at your family house today

You unlocked the door and went in crying. You were wailing so hard that you laid on the floor in the lobby

You screamed when you felt someone grab you by your arms and made you sit up

Yunho looked at you in shock and worry, you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck and cried your heart out, not caring if you were being loud and looking like a mess

You didn't need to tell him what had happened because he was aware your family had something to do with this

You woke up in bed the next day, feeling numb but had a severe headache

You looked around the room and saw a shirtless Yunho starting outside the window, you called out to him "Yunho..."

"I don't want to know what they did or said. I'm never ever going to allow you to meet them again. It took everything I had in me to stop from murdering them because I don't want to hurt you, but I can't have anyone else hurting you either"

He turned around and looked furious, you had only once seen him this angry when a spy from another mafia broke into your house and tried to stab you. Yunho had ripped his jaw off of his face with his bare hands in front of you and you fainted from shock from the intensity of the situation

Right now he had the same look on his face and you didn't want to anger him any further

Yeosang

He had never been the one to talk a lot

His calm and collected nature made people underestimate him

Your family used to love Yeosang and were supportive of your relationship with him, they were happy when you moved in with him, but that was before they knew who he was

Only you knew that Yeosang was a cold blooded killer. He was his gang's ace, he was sharp, very intelligent and very manipulative, not to mention he was the second most strongest member and was very good with weapons, his speciality being butterfly knives. He killed people the bad guys and felt no remorse. His gang members often joke that he only feels two emotions, rage when the bad guys cause menace and love towards you.

He got you pregnant and you were now worried but Yeosang had reassured you that no one in this world will ever lay a finger on you as long as he is by your side. He made you feel safe and loved. He didn't trust anyone to help you around the house so he stayed home to help you.

One day your family came over to meet you and ask after you unannounced, you being 7 months pregnant, were home alone

They wanted to see your huge house, you were nervous because you didn't want them to see some rooms but couldn't keep up with them because you got tired from walking

Then the unthinkable happened, they saw everything. They saw Yeosang's training room, his collection of knives and bulletin boards with photos of people, nasty looking people. One board had two sets of photos of the same person, one photo was for Yeosang to know who to attack and the other photo of the same person killed by him. Yeosang never wanted you to see the contents of the room, let alone your family.

They told you to come with them and to leave Yeosang but you tried to tell them that you were more than okay and wanted to stay with him

It all happened too fast, your father grabbed you by your arm, dragged you outside and forced you to sit in the car while your mother pleaded to him to not shove you around like that in this state. They didn't drive home, they were fleeing the city to get as far away from Yeosang as possible

You were screaming, your parents paid no attention to you, they thought you were protesting but actually you were screaming because of the excruciating pain you were experiencing. You were bleeding and your mom had noticed it but they were on a highway and there was no hospital nearby. They couldn't do anything about it so they kept driving out of the city, your father hoping the child would die in your womb because he now hated Yeosang and wouldn't be able to love his child either.

You fainted and after 2 hours of driving, they got to a hospital. No one knew but you were carrying twins, sadly one of them had died in your womb while the other was born healthy. You were now fighting for your life. Your parents were scared for you and afraid of being tracked down by Yeosang.

You and your baby spent a month in the hospital and recovered enough for your parents take you with them

On the other side Yeosang was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was out looking for you, now scared and confused and in rage. He didn't know who had taken you away and was frustrated and tired but he couldn't let you go. You were the love of his life and the only person in the world who ever loved him.

He got a lead on you and within hours was outside the house where your parents were hiding you.

He broke in the house in the middle of the night and found you crying on the bed with a sleeping child by your side. He instantly became soft at the sight, all the rage he had in him was replaced by love. He softly called to you and you whipped your head up and instantly ran to him.

You begged him not to harm your parents and he couldn't say no. He silently took you and his month old son back home in the dead of the night

San

San was not one person, he had two kinds of personalities, one was a ruthless assassin and the other, a passionate lover. Both personalities had him being manipulative in common

He absolutely hated your family because you were a free spirit and liked taking risks while they were the complete opposites and often tried holding you back but you always loved an adventure and that's how you ended up with Choi San.

You dispised your family the same as they did you. You were so used to the beating that you felt nothing now. Profanities were very common too and you wanted nothing but to slap each and every one of them and run away.

You were head over heals for him the moment he crossed paths with you but you didn't show that to him. He tried manipulating you into getting you to sleep with him but you knew better and brushed him off

He was used to women being on their knees for him so you not doing that was a challenge for him and he was hell bent on getting you to like him

He was going crazy over you and started meeting you at your workplace during his missions, like he had to kill a man in 30 minutes but he just had to see you first

When you weren't giving in to his art of seduction, he tried a different way

He asked you out like a decent human being and you said yes, wow that was easy, right?

No, you made him work hard for your love and affection and he was obsessed with making you happy to feel loved by you and by the time San realized what was going on, it was too late

He was madly in love with you and practically drooling over you

He finally asked you to move in with him and you said yes even though you knew your family would disapprove. You went home and packed your stuff and tried to leave but your family members didn't let you leave and in an effort of saving you from inevitable destruction which was Choi San, they beat you to the point you passed out.

They texted San from your phone, pretending to be you and told him to stay away and leave you alone, that you wanted nothing to do with him.

San was confused and scared when he got that text from you and texted you back to take your time and rethink your decision.

You woke up in your room at some point during the night, unable to open one eye because it had been bruised badly. Your head was bleeding and the blood had dried on your face. You left leg hurt a lot because of you lying in an unnatural position. You didn't have your phone or anything else

You felt empty and all you wanted was to be in San's loving embrace

It was now or never

You escaped from your window and somehow managed to get to San's front door, it was almost morning

You knocked on his door and called for him

He opened the door after some time and took in your form

He was in too much rage but he had to tend to you first

A few weeks later he came home and told you that he made sure your family is now in another city far away from you and won't contact you again

A tear slipped down your face, you were free from their torment

You kissed San and thanked him

He would do anything to make you happy

Mingi

Mingi was the notorious mafia leader who has connections with the government and the dark world

He had money and fame (the good and bad kind) and all that was missing was love and you filled that void

He loved you too much and would never let anyone hurt you

People knew better

So your own family, your own blood hurting you for wanting to live with Mingi didn't sit well with him

He was distracted at work and all he could see was your face, your tear filled eyes, your bruised arm and your distraught state

He wished he had sent someone to get you from your family house sooner so you didn't have to go through the abuse

He wished you never told them about it and just moved in with him

You were in his home, resting in his bed, thinking about what had happened

Did they really didn't see any good in Mingi?

Did they really have to hit you?

Did you do the right thing?

These thoughts flooded your mind and you were just as distracted

Mingi came home in a hurry and told you to come with him

You asked him where you guys are going and he says we're going to get back at them

He took you to your house and barged right in, unannounced

Seeing Mingi in person was overwhelming and your family were scared, pleading to him to let them go

Mingi told them that he was going to kill them for hurting you and there was panic and chaos

You came to stand next to him, squeezed his hand and softly told him that you want to go home

He couldn't say no to you so he warned them that this isn't over and took you home

You talked to Mingi and convinced him to let them go because they were your family after all

He's the one who said that if the loved toy and cared for you, they wouldn't hurt you like this and family doesn't mean you have to tolerate this kind I'd behavior when you're old enough to make decisions for yourself

You kissed him and wondered why couldn't your family see the good in him

Wooyoung

It started off with you slowly telling your folks about what Wooyoung did for a living

You were smart, so you didn't tell them about his business until you moved in with him otherwise they would have disapproved

You didn't mention that he tortured people and killed them without remorse, no, you said that he works with an organization that eliminates evil people which was true in essence

Your family was having none of it

They wanted you as far away from him as possible

You loved him and he loved you but they didn't believe it

They kept you from leaving the house and since Wooyoung was away for some time on a mission he didn't know

It was only when he got home that he found out that you hadn't returned, but he didn't think much of it because you were with your family

You on the other hand were panicking not only because you were being forced to stay away from Wooyoung but also because you just found out that you were pregnant

You had to get back to him no matter what

You refused to eat or talk to your family members, only demanding to meet Wooyoung

When he didn't get any message from you he began to get suspicious

He sent someone disguised as a delivery boy over to your house to check up on you and got word that you were sick and locked in your room

He got up and drove to your house in the middle of the night and broke through the front door. He didn't care who got in his way and pushed and punched whoever protested

He got to your room and demanded that you open it

You did and jumped at him, told him you were pregnant and they were keeping you from going back to him and cried

He took you in his arms and was taking you back with him

Your father threatened to call the police and Wooyoung simply said "say hi to chief inspector Jeon from me" leaving the father shocked

You were happy to be back with your lover and were excited about the baby, the same as Wooyoung

Jongho

Probably the strongest man in the whole mafia world

Everyone feared him

He didn't have to say twice for what he wanted because people had heard how he smashed someone's skull open with his bare fists

He had asked you to move in with him and you happily said yes

But when you told your family about your decision they asked you if you were crazy

You didn't listen to them and started packing

They weren't going to let you go to some barbarian

But you weren't listening so they had to do it the hard way

Deep down you were happy to leave because your family had always been abusive and toxic

When you were asked to leave with your suitcases your father grabbed you by your arm and shoved you against the wall

"you bitch, you really think you can disobey me?"

Your mother held you by your hair and slapped you so hard your nose started bleeding

They beat you severely and you had stopped screaming at this point

You thought you were going to die when they left you like this on the kitchen floor

You don't know what got into you but you got on your feet and ran out the front door where you were stopped by Jongho waiting for you beside his car

He saw you and gently pushed you aside and went straight inside the house

He came out after almost 20 minutes, blood splattered on his face and clothes

You were already in shock from the beating that you didn't question him

He got in the car with you, held your face in his hands and said "don't worry, I called an ambulance for them, they just might be okay"

With that your heart sank but you were too shaken to feel sad for them so you just cried

Jongho took you home

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