#tw attempted rape/sexual assault

[rubylarkspur22]

Ship Swap AU (💕) Explanation

I know nobody asked for this, but I felt like explaining my AUs. At least the less common ones. Figured I'd give folks some better context than my little blurbs in the pinned post.

This is a long one, so I have a "Keep Reading" cut in case you are not interested and just wanna move along with your day without have all this post to scroll through. Trust me, it's long.

So! Let's start with the Kamado kids, Tanjirou and Nezuko. Quick TW for child abuse, human trafficking, implications of attempted SA, and death.

So Tanjirou and Nezuko are switched with Kanao and Zenitsu respectively. But things are a bit different than in canon.

Tanjurou and Kie still very much love and care for their children, and are still wonderful parents. What happened in this AU is that Tanjirou and Nezuko were kidnapped by bandits at a young age. Sometime between Takeo and Hanako's births. Tanjurou was out of the house on a market trip, and Kie ended up unconscious despite her rock-hard head and best efforts, only able to shield Takeo with her body.

After being kidnapped, the two siblings only really had each other as they were kept with traffickers who didn't treat them well at all. Tanjirou tried to take most of the hits so Nezuko wouldn't get hurt. He tried to protect her as best he could. But eventually, Nezuko was sold off to someone else, leaving Tanjirou alone with their kidnappers.

Tanjirou

Tanjirou, as you can likely guess, becomes the child that the Kochou sisters rescued and subsequently adopted.

After Nezuko was sold off, Tanjirou eventually broke, shutting down his once barely containable emotions and closing off his mind as a defense/coping mechanism. The scent of kindness and flowers, and butterflies and anger brought him back to himself in time to notice the two girls with butterfly in their hair.

The sisters, Kochou Kanae and Shinobu, took him in and adopted him as their little brother. Tanjirou was able to inform the sisters of his given name, despite the challenge of speaking after months of silence, and picked "Kanzaki" as a surname when presented with the various options by the Kochou sisters. This is based on the Taisho Era Secret that Kanao picked both her names the same way, and Aoi tried to urge her to pick her surnmae, Kanzaki, but Kanao instead picked Tsuyuri. *pats Aoi on the head* It's okay, I'll give you a little brother in this AU!

Of course, the sisters' decision to adopt their newest addition came with its challenges. Namely, the fact Tanjirou's previous environment had stunted him mentally to the point he couldn't make decisions or take action without being told exactly what to do. Kanae offered a coin as a solution, which worked to make things easier until they could undo some of the damage.

Tanjirou eventually discovered Breath Styles from his new sisters during their sparring fights. Though he had repressed his memories from before he was brought to the Butterfly Mansion, one that had remained somewhat intact was a figure dancing in the snow. Tanjirou picked up a practice sword, and discovered the ability to use this dance as a Breath Style. A visit to the Rengoku Estate later, and it was revealed that Sun Breathing had made its return to the Corps for the first time since the Sengoku Era. Tanjirou's use of Sun Breathing led some (*cough* Shinjurou, mostly *cough*) to believe he was actually descended from Yoriichi.

The next events will include a spoiler for a major canon divergence I made, and I don't wanna spoil it in this explanation post! If I get asked about it, I'll probably talk about it then.

Nezuko

Nezuko was sold to the Red Light District in Yoshiwara. The one bright side to her situation was that she was sold to Tokito House, the House who had the kind and sisterly Koinatsu. (Taisho Era Secret: Nezuko only spent one week at Kyogoku House with Warabihime, but it was enough to be thankful she hadn't been sold to the House of the cruel and terrifying woman.) Despite the small bright sides, however, Nezuko despised her new life. Not least of all because it separated her from her family and made her into little more than a piece of property to be passed around when she was old enough. At least, that's what was intended to happen to her.

When she was 12, Nezuko's life changed. A customer got too intimate for her rank as well as her liking, and she lashed out in fear and self-defense. She stabbed the customer in the throat with a hairpin. Of course, most girls who were old enough to take in customers knew the story from over a century ago. The story of the girl who attacked a customer, and got burned alive. And that was only for gouging out a single eyeball! Nezuko reasonably panicked, and ran for the hills. There, she ran into none other than the God of Festivals himself, Uzui Tengen, and his three wives.

(I was originally planning to have Nezuko meet Kuwajima, Zenitsu's mentor in canon, but I think her meeting Uzui would make much more sense considering Geography and the fact Kuwajima is 1. missing a whole leg, 2. retired, and 3. training Kaigaku. So she meets the flashy ninja man instead!)

Tengen, upon hearing the pre-teen's terror and distress, let his wives handle the situation and calm to girl down. Upon realizing the situation, the four decided to take Nezuko in and adopt her. Nezuko happily went with them, thankful for an escape from Yoshiwara and hopeful to get a chance to find the family she lost.

As she grew up with the Uzuis, Nezuko also took an interest in Demon Slaying. With enough pestering and Puppy Eyes, she was taken under Tengen's wing to learn Sound Breathing.

One thing they all learned quickly about Nezuko was that she is feral. Over 5 years of being forced to be a "proper young lady" 24/7, she's got some pent up Gremlin Energy to work out. Nezuko is required to have a) adult supervision at all times, and/or b) no access to anything that could cause a fire and/or explosion unless she's supposed to be causing fires and/or explosions.

Then here's my explanation for Kanao and Zenitsu(Sorry, I don't have pictures atm. I'm mostly focused on Tanjirou and Nezuko right now and I struggle with drawing Zenitsu's hair!):

Kanao ran away from her abusive parents before her canon mental break, and ran as far as she could before she collapsed. She was found by Zenitsu, who brought her to wherever he lived at the time and helped her recover from the long journey, malnourishment, and dehydration. The two got to know each other, and decided to stick together after a while. While Kanao didn't have a first name at the time, she did pick up the family name Zenitsu had of Agatsuma after deciding to become his sister.

(Since we don't know when her real birthday is, we can't say if Kanao's older or younger than Zenitsu. The difference would be a matter of months, as Zenitsu and Kanao are both 16 at the times of their debuts, with Zenitsu's birthday falling on September 3rd while Kanao's actual date of birth is unknown. So I shall just say sister, neither older nor younger.)

The two wandered between towns for a few years before coming to the town at the base of Mount Kumotori, where they were found by Saburou and Tanjurou. After explaining the situation, Saburou agreed to watch over them until they found a more permanent home. And then he ends up getting attached and adopts them himself!

Because of their new home being so close, Kanao and Zenitsu became close with the Kamado kids(Takeo and Hanako, adding on Shigeru and Rokuta when they're born. Tanjirou and Nezuko have been missing for a couple years.). Of course, the two were made aware of the missing eldest children, and made sure to not make themselves into potential replacements. However, they do still care for the younger kids, and help when they can. Helping with chores, babysitting the kids if Kie and Tanjurou have to leave the house, etc.

The two also make names for themselves thanks to their enhanced senses. Zenitsu is often asked to help find lost pets or help kids find their way back to their parents with his hearing, while Kanao is often requested to use her sharp sight to help find wild animals sneaking treats or make sure a building project is okay. And suffice it to say, the two are very good at their jobs.

When Tanjurou passes away from his illness, Kie steps up to take charge until Takeo's older, including taking over the charcoal deliveries. Both Kanao and Zenitsu step up to help, even if Takeo insists he can handle it himself.

This is what leads to the events that transpire during Muzan's "visit" to the Kamado home.

Zenitsu had chosen to help Takeo watch over the house and younger kids, while Kanao insisted on helping Kie take the latest batch of charcoal into town. Everything continues as it did in the canon episode 1, only with Kie going into town with Kanao as well. Yes, this is because I want Kie alive so Tanjirou and Nezuko have someone to come home to.

The two women come back to the aftermath of the massacre. It's one of the times Kanao wished she didn't have such a sharp sense of sight. While Zenitsu survived, none of Kie's children made it. Kanao offered her condolences, knowing that Kie had lost her entire family now. It was quick, though, as they had to get Zenitsu to a doctor. However, as we know, this is where a whole mess of events begins.

...

Et voila!

If there's any questions you have, don't hesitate to send me an ask!

#kny au #kamado tanjiro #kamado nezuko #tsuyuri kanao #agatsuma zenitsu #swap au #demon slayer nezuko #demon slayer #demon zenitsu #kanao has feelings now! #tanjirou's emotions have decided to peace out #he also discovered the See-Through World and Selfless State by accident #Tanjirou has #Concerningly Regular Plant Thoughts(tm) #tw attempted rape/sexual assault #tw child abuse #tw death #tw trafficking #tw child trafficking #kanae kochou #shinobu kocho #tengen uzui #hinatsuru uzui #makio uzui #suma uzui #💕

[once-upon-a-fanfic]

Feel Good Drag, Pt 2

Feel Good Drag

Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson x OC (eventually)

Summary:   Natalie and Eddie had been best friends for a few years since she moved to Hawkins. The pair had been inseparable...until Chrissy Cunningham came into the picture.  

Trigger Warnings: Suicide attempt, overdose, Sexual Assault/rape

Notes: I decided not to really describe the OC so the reader can imagine them however they want. The only definite/clear describer (is that a word?) is that it is a she/her OC.

Written by @the-stuttering-kiwi Co-owner of @once-upon-a-fanfic

Edited by @theshadowsparade​  Co-owner of @once-upon-a-fanfic​

Word Count:   3,336

Eddie

Eddie sat on the edge of his chair, his right leg tapping in tune with his heart in his chest. The beep of the monitors and the hiss of the oxygen tank made him want to crawl out of his skin.

He couldn't look at Nat for longer than a second—just long enough to make sure her chest was still rising and falling. Bruising spread across her cheeks and brow. He kept his eyes focused on the wall, jaw clenched.

Tap, tap, tap, tap .

"They don't have a prognosis yet," Dustin's voice sounded far away and muffled, "But she seems stable for now."

He was letting the others know what happened–of course, he would want to make sure everyone was in the loop, which was something Eddie couldn't bring himself to do. He heard Dustin say, "Thankfully, Eddie got her to throw up a bunch of whatever she took."

Eddie snorted; yeah, right he was the reason she was alive. He ran his fingers through his brown frizzy hair and dug his fingers into his scalp in frustration.

Didn't they know he was also the reason she was almost dead?

"Yeah, I'll let you guys know. Talk soon." Dustin hung up the phone. He stood next to Eddie, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She's gonna be okay, Eds."

"You don't know that," he muttered.

"Sure she is. She's not on a ventilator or anything," Dustin tried to sound hopeful.

Eddie glanced at the tubes and wires hooked onto Nat and shook his head. "They said they lost her twice in the ambulance, man. They don't know what she is going to be like when she wakes up. If she wakes up."

Dustin didn't say anything else, but his grip on Eddie's shoulder tightened. Maybe he should let the kid have some sort of hope, but after tonight–he wasn't sure he would have a happy thought again.

After a beat, Dustin released his grip on his friend. "I'm going to take a breather and send Chrissy up, okay?"

"Okay."

Chrissy…

Eddie wasn't sure why, but in the back of his mind, he was angry with her. Maybe because he was furious with himself for not being there for Nat, and that reason was because he had been so focused on Chrissy. He knew it wasn't fair, but if he didn't spread some of that anger onto someone else he thought he would crumble under the weight of it all.

"Eds?" Chrissy's voice came from behind him. He tried to jerk his head to show he heard her but wasn't sure his body actually followed through. He heard her light footsteps as she came into the room and sat next to him. "I have something to give you."

Eddie turned to see what it was; she had Nat's journal.

"Where did you find that?" he asked quietly. Though she was offering it to him, he couldn't bring himself to take it from her.

"When they got her out of the bathroom, it was laying where we found her. I grabbed it before we left."

Eddie gingerly took the book from her. He suddenly wondered if Chrissy had read it; even just the thought made him furious.

Chrissy seemed to know what he was thinking and held up her hands. "I didn't open it. There may not be any answers in there, but if there is, you should be the one to read it."

Eddie swallowed loudly, glancing down at the journal in his hands. It somehow felt very heavy.

"I'm going to head home," Chrissy said, "This is all… too much for me…"

Eddie turned back and continued to stare at the wall. He didn't blame her. Chrissy's life was all sunshine and fucking rainbows–and fooling around with the freak had been fun. But the realization that the real world was still out there quickly killed the buzz. This world, his world, wasn't really for her.

He gave a quick nod.

"I hope she will be okay." Chrissy said sincerely. When Eddie didn't respond, she left.

Tap, tap, tap…

Eddie flipped the journal around in his hands. If he was being honest, he was terrified to open it. He knew why Nat did this—that this was all his fault. He just didn't want to see it on paper.

"Chrissy left?" Dustin asked, snapping Eddie back to reality.

He wasn't sure how long he had sat there, tossing the journal between his hands. When Chrissy left, the sun was just beginning to rise. Now, it looked high in the sky.

"Yeah, it was too much for her," he said.

Dustin huffed and pulled a chair over to sit next to Eddie. He noticed the journal and asked, "What's that?"

"Chrissy found it in Nat's bathroom when they moved her. I… haven't been able to open it."

"You should read it, Eddie."

"Why? I already know it's my fault," Eddie snapped.

Dustin shook his head. "Man, it's all our fault. We didn't realize how far we let her pull away…"

Eddie considered this. How long had it been since she went to a DND session? Sat with them at lunch? Why didn't they try harder to make her see they still wanted her around?

Taking a deep breath, Eddie opened the journal. He flipped through the pages; he saw his name peppered here and there until he reached yesterday's date.

"The night Eddie told me he fucked Chrissy Cunningham felt like a punch to the gut. Like one of those punches where you are doubled over, gasping in air but somehow it never reaches your lungs."

Eddie closed his eyes and the journal. He was right—it was all his fault.

Natalie

Nat nervously bounced her leg on the edge of Eddie's bed. She was waiting for him to get home, though she knew he stopped at a party on the way back from school. She knew he had no interest in the party itself, but it was the chance of earning extra money that got his attention. While they may be too chicken to try the other stuff, the kids would surely clear Eddie out of his stock of weed.

The thrill of rolling a natural 20 during tonight's DND session and saving the campaign was still racing through her veins, making her feel brave. In fact, it made her brave enough to decide she was finally ready to tell Eddie she was in love with him.

Anxiety seeped in slowly as she planned what she was going to say to him. She hoped it wouldn't be a surprise, or that he was struggling to tell her the same thing. If he rejected her, she didn't know what she would do. For one, she would have to spend more time at home with her mom and Craig.

Nat shuddered.

Everyone knew about Creeper Craig. She had been mortified when her mom brought him home, saying he was her boyfriend. When she told him, Eddie gave her an open invitation to spend as much time as she wanted at his trailer.

After what seemed like forever, Nat finally heard the doorknob rattle. Her heart was in her throat, and she continued to bounce her leg on the edge of the mattress.

"Nat! Nat, I'm so glad you're here. I gotta tell you what happened tonight!" Eddie was excited, giddy; it radiated off of him. He bounded into his room and stood in front of her, his hands clasped together with eagerness.

"I gotta tell you something too!" Nat smiled.

"Me first, me first! Please, this is going to blow your mind."

What's one more minute? Nat said, "Fine, go ahead."

"Okay," Eddie took a big, dramatic breath. "I slept with Chrissy Cunningham."

Natale stopped bouncing. The adrenaline drained from her veins, and her ears rang with nothingness.

"What?"

Eddie blathered, "I'm at the party, right? And Chrissy and Douchebag Carver get into a huge fight. Huge! And I was just about to talk some freshman into the new Northern Lights I got, and it happened."

"You were talking to a freshman and found yourself fucking Chrissy Cunningham," she asked incredulously.

"No, no, no," Eddie shook his head. "I didn't see that behind me… they were playing some spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven game from hell. And when it was Chrissy's turn, she literally stopped the bottle so it landed on me." He pointed at himself for dramatic effect. "Me."

"You?"

"Me. So Chrissy pulled me in the closet, and I expected to just be standing in there with her awkwardly. I figured she'd use this moment to hold over Jason. But the next thing I knew, her hand was in my pants."

Nat clenched her jaw. "Wow, crazy," she said half-heartedly.

Eddie held out his hands in front of him. "Look at me; I'm still shaking."

"You sound like you need to sit down before you pass out," her feeble attempt at a joke sounded dull and hollow.

"Good idea." Eddie sunk into the mattress next to Nat. After a beat, he asked, "So, what did you have to tell me?"

"What?"

"When I got home? You said you had something to tell me?"

"Oh, I actually forgot what it was." She laughed to sound convincing. "Must not have been important."

"You sure?" Eddie asked kindly, his hand covering hers.

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll remember eventually." She forced a smile.

Eddie didn't push anymore. He laid back on his side of the bed and lit a cigarette, a huge grin on his face.

Nat sat frozen on the edge of the bed for a few moments. She couldn't move; it was like she had forgotten how to, like her lungs didn't remember how to expand. She had been emotionally gut punched.

"You gonna lay down sometime tonight?"

Eddie

Eddie stared at the wall in front of him. The journal lay open in his hands, his finger tracing Nat's handwriting-it looked hurried.

"She was going to tell me she loved me," Eddie's voice was barely audible.

"When?" Dustin asked.

"The night I slept with Chrissy. I remember getting home; I was just so excited to tell someone. I think she said she wanted to tell me something. But I dropped the bomb and I don't really remember what happened after that…"

None of this made sense. Eddie decided a long time ago that Nat couldn't possibly have feelings for him. Nat was busting her ass to get out of Hawkins, whereas Eddie was in his third senior year and made money by selling drugs. Why would Nat want to be with a guy who had no future? She deserved better than him.

He looked back down at the journal and read.

"I didn't think Chrissy was going to be around for long. I thought maybe once he got it out of his system he would come to his senses and I'd try to tell him again. But he didn't. And soon, she was showing up to our table at lunch. I couldn't believe it. In front of everyone. Knowing this wasn't just a fling took the legs out from under me. The day I came to lunch and saw Chrissy in my spot next to Eddie… that's the day that crippled me."

Natalie

Nat couldn't believe it: Chrissy was sitting in her spot next to Eddie, while Nat had to take the seat at the end of the lunch table, in the only remaining spot. Dustin and Mike stared at the pair at the opposite end with big amused grins spread across their faces. Gareth and Jeff didn't know where to look.

"It's not natural," Gareth muttered, watching as Chrissy wove Eddie's hair between her fingers. Nat could hear Eddie murmuring something to Chrissy to make her giggle, but she wasn't sure what.

Jeff cleared his throat. "Are we still doing DND tonight?"

The mention of his favorite game made Eddie pull away from Chrissy. "Of course we're playing DND! Why wouldn't we?"

"I guess we thought you'd be too, uh, busy, to come up with a new campaign."

Eddie snorted, "Never too busy my friend. Same time, same place. 6PM in the room behind the auditorium."

Nat couldn't wait for the session tonight. She longed for some normal, Chrissy-less time with her friends. She even hurried to get to the session early, hoping she could snag some alone time with Eddie without everyone around. She missed him—not just in a "I'm in love with you" kind of way, but in a "he's my best friend" kind of way. With his nights mostly spent with Chrissy, Nat ended up sleeping at home. It had been days since they had spent quality time together.

But when she arrived, Eddie wasn't alone.

"Oh hey." Nat waved awkwardly from the doorway.

"Hey," Eddie replied brightly. He was setting up his DM screen and prepping the map. Chrissy, who seemed to be everywhere lately, was flipping through one of Eddie's books. "You're early; the session doesn't start for another 20 minutes."

"I know. I was going to help you set up." Nat gestured to the table.

"Oh, thanks. Chrissy and I got it all set up. I'm just adding the finishing touches." Eddie plopped a figure on one of the grids on the map.

"I see. I"ll just wait then," Nat tried to sound light, but her heart felt heavy. She walked over to her chair and started to pull it out to sit down.

Eddie held up a hand to stop her. "Hey, can Chrissy sit there?"

"Chrissy?"

"Yeah, she's going to play with us tonight!" Eddie explained with a grin, completely oblivious to the fact that Nat was trying her hardest to keep standing. "And since it's her first time, I thought if she sat by me I could teach her how to play."

"Okay," Nat said the word slowly. She glanced at Chrissy, who smiled at her and continued to flip through the book she was holding.

Nat sat at her new spot at the end of the table and waited for the others to arrive. Once full of excitement, she now wanted this session to be over as quickly as possible.

Once everyone arrived and got over the shock of Chrissy joining their party, the session started. No one seemed to notice that Natalie was hardly participating. No one seemed to mind Chrissy being there.

And when the session was over, no one seemed to mind that Nat quickly grabbed her dice, shoved them in her bag, and left with a hurried goodbye.

Eddie

" I couldn't get away from her. I eventually stopped sitting with the guys at lunch and stopped going to DND, but I don't think they really noticed or cared. They had Chrissy, who was brighter and bubblier than I was. Why wouldn't they prefer to have her around?"

Eddie swallowed hard and felt his throat tighten. Had none of them really noticed?

" I just want to be clear. I don't hate Chrissy. I've actually always liked her–she's kinder than you would expect. But Chrissy has everything she could ever want… why did she have to come into my world and take the little that I had?"

"Somehow, I managed to stay stable over the next few weeks. Even with Craig hiding behind every corner, waiting to make his move or press me against the wall, taunting me if we passed each other in the hallway. I managed to fight my way through… until this morning."

Eddie shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His blood turned cold, but he couldn't stop reading.

Natalie

"Hey, Nat!" Dustin called. When she turned her head, she saw him waving at her from the other side of the school parking lot.

Nat hesitated for a moment; did she want to interact? Her legs surprised her by taking initiative and closing the gap between them. "Hi Dustin," she tried to give him a smile, but she was pretty sure those muscles didn't work anymore.

"I haven't seen you in forever; where have you been?"

Right under your nose, she thought. "Just been busy. It's senior year," she shrugged, hoping he wouldn't press her any further.

"You should come to DND tonight," he said.

"I dunno, Dustin. I haven't been in weeks."

He shook his head. "So what? No excuses. Take a break and come slay a dragon or necromancer or whatever horrible thing Eddie cooked up."

Eddie… Even hearing his name made her stomach flop unpleasantly. Wouldn't he rather see Chrissy?

"I'll try," she wanted to sound convincing, but she was sure she just sounded hollow.

Thankfully, the bell rang before Dustin could push anymore. "I gotta go," she quickly disappeared into the school.

When 6:30 rolled around, Nat finally worked up enough nerve to stand, albeit frozen in place, outside the door to their DND room. If she left now, no one would be the wiser… And she was very tempted to leave. Instead, though, she made herself take a step forward and peek through the window in the door.

If Nat had any fight left in her, it drained from her in that moment. Through the window, she saw Jeff, Gareth, Mike, Dustin, Eddie, and Chrissy sitting around the table. Eddie was being his typical animated self while the others watched him in anticipation for his next move. Big, enthusiastic grins were plastered on their faces.

Nat took a step back, her breath was caught in her chest. Her body buzzed with nothingness.

They didn't miss her at all.

She was completely empty.

Eddie

"She did show up last night," Eddie said hoarsely, glancing at Dustin.

"When? I didn't see her."

"She was going to come in, I think, but saw us through the window."

"Why didn't she just come in?" Dustin shook his head. To him, it didn't make any sense.

But to Eddie, it did. "She thinks we replaced her… that we were better off."

Dustin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Wordlessly, Eddie dove back into her journal.

"I felt disconnected from my body. It carried me to Eddie's trailer, and I dug through his stuff for the pills. I should have cleaned up after myself. I should have left money. Or a note. But I was determined and I didn't want to lose my nerve.

"When I finally found the baggie, I thought about only taking one or two… just enough to get high and feel something other than debilitating loneliness. But something told me to just pocket the whole thing, so I did.

"When I got back home, I prayed Craig was asleep so I could sneak up to my room without him bothering me. When I saw his chair was empty, I took my chance and crept to the kitchen to grab a soda from the fridge. But when I turned around, Craig found me."

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, his stomach flip-flopped uncomfortably. He had a feeling what she was going to write next.

"Craig probably thinks I had secretly wanted it. The truth is I just couldn't fight back. It was like it was happening to someone other than me—like I was watching from above my body. When it was done, the baggie in my pocket was calling my name. I emptied the pills into my hand as I ran upstairs and had them swallowed before I even closed my bedroom door."

Eddie slammed the journal closed, making Dustin jump. He stood up on quaking legs, made for the bathroom attached to the room, and barely made it to the toilet before he started retching, his stomach churning up nothing but bile.

In the room, he heard Dustin flip the pages in the journal. Dustin gasped when he found the page.

"We have to tell someone," Dustin's voice came from behind him in the doorway.

Eddie could only nod as he continued to spit bile into the bowl.

#Trigger warning #Tw: Suicide attempt #tw: overdose #Tw: Rape/Sexual Assault #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Stranger things #Eddie munson what if #Eddie munson imagine #What if Eddie munson #What if stranger tthings #Stranger things what if #Imagine eddie munson #Eddie Munson x OC #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #Angst city bby #Dustin Henderson

[konigsblog]

tw: stepcest, non-con/rape, intoxication, manipulation, toxic!simon, age gap (reader is early 20s, simon is mid thirties)

stepbro!simon who's a mean bastard. with no morals, and the only thing stopping him from taking you whenever he wishes being the law. yet, that mentality doesn't last very long, when he has you drunk — so drunk you can't even think straight for yourself, raping your swollen cunt on repeat for hours. so much built up sexual frustration. this was everything he'd wanted, everything he'd wanted to do to his annoying, dumb stepsister. he desired and fantasied of this moment for so long, that even after cumming deep inside your hole for the third time, he couldn't pull out. no, not just yet.

with a cigarette between his teeth so he can ignore the stress of people figuring out how disgusting he is, and the sensation of your pulsing walls around his fat, meaty cock — he felt as if he was in heaven. eyes rolled back and eyebrows furrowed, moving your limp figure to the rhythm of his hips smacking into you. “dirty. fuckin’. thing’...” he spat, speaking through gritted teeth while smacking into you with force. your body jolted, and when you squirmed and sobbed out hopelessly, he gripped the back of your hair and pulled it tightly, forcing your back to arch whilst keeping you restrained. “tha’s a girl... takin’ this cock like ya’ were made fir’ it...” he grumbles, eyes shut tightly while rocking his broad hips against you roughly.

“uh-uh--quit cryin’, dollface. ya’ know you’r enjoyin’ it, pretty girl.” you cry and weep, panting weakly. you feel so numb and sore, with blood on your thighs, almost dry from being used for ages. “such a good stepsister, ain’t’cha, slag!?” he yells beside your ear, causing you to throb and squeeze around him tightly. you nod meekly, eyes closed in an attempt to ignore the pressure of your immoral stepbrother. inhumane.

stepbro!simon also, adores pulling you around with him. he loves being risky, especially when he knows that people would slut shame and degrade you for sleeping with your stepbrother. he almost wants people to know. so when the 141 meet you, his larger and calloused hand takes yours and wraps around his shaft beneath the table at a bar. you jump at the heat, the thickness, the wetness. although hidden, you're on edge and trying to avoid the way your panties are absolutely soaked in your slick. and he's nonchalant and chill about it — because he knows that he'll get the benefit of the doubt, that people won't care as much as they care about a slutty, needy stepsister...

stepbro!simon who absolutely hates your guts when you come home drunk. you're not supposed to drink without him. only he can rape and take advantage of you in your drunken state. so after ploughing into you ruthlessly and mercilessly, he leaves you with his cum rolling out your slit, and your eyes puffy from crying. while he smokes a cigarette, he'll jerk off to the sight of your shaking body, cumming all up your back and ordering you to perform something for him as compensation for getting him all worried and riled up. perhaps by using some toys?

stepbro!simon will 100% tease you, as you're so easy to rile up and get all pissy. so he can fuck that pretty mouth while muttering, “jus’ puttin’ a better use for tha’ pretty mouth.” and slapping you between breathers, before restricting your breathing by pinching your nose, shoving and stuffing his massive cock down your throat, leaving you with a raspy, strained voice. listening to you attempt to scream out hoarsely and plea for ‘no more’ as he continues with his assault. ;3

#absolutely growling out loudly #knawing at the iron bars of my cage #the things i'd ALLOW step bro simon to do to me #tw: stepcest #tw: noncon #tw: rape #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #mw2 ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #orla speaks #cod #call of duty

[svndaysaweek]

Enlightenment (Prequel to ‘Homicidal’) — {Feat. Karina, Somi}

7.1k words

A/N: Hi, I'm 7daysaweek! This is a prequel to my very first fic, 'Homicidal'. I don't know how I got to write this long. Big big thank you to @dnd-writes and Delphi for editing and proofreading (and rewriting) this!! And thanks for liking my stuff y'all...

TW: Sexual Harassment (Rape), mentions of death.

Tags: Creampie, anal, choking, bondage, master-slave, squirting and a lot more...

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"Fuck, fuck, fu-bbb...!"

"Quiet, Jimin."

You palm her mouth with your right hand and hug her waist with the other then push her sweaty back onto your body.

Your hand on her mouth goes down to her bouncing tits as the other thumbs her anal entrance then you double the pace and the slapping sound of your flesh almost evens her scream.

"Aaah, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Her head falls down as her neck loses its strength but you bring it back up with a handful of her hair.

"Do you see anyone looking at us, baby?"

Almost everyone is, in fact. It would be even harder not to notice a loud couple fucking in an outside parking lot, upon the poorest attempt to hide behind a car. However, you are not looking for some normal passerby, and for your predatory hunger, Jimin spots a proper prey.

"Fuck–Ah, there! That–that tall girl noticed–ahh–us,"

Her finger points somewhere but helplessly limps down on the car. You follow her finger and spot a girl looking your way. The color of her name tag indicates that she's a 1st grader—two years junior to you. As soon as your eyes meet she quickly avoids it by turning her head away.

Good. She's going to be your target.

You're hunting for another clumsy slut to tame and fuck, and this is the best way you've ever discovered.

"Great job, Jimin,"

You slap her ass and duck your body to bite on her ear. She lost her last drop of consciousness—you know she already came countless times. You can tell by her shaking legs and convulsing walls. Jimin is now nothing but a limp moaning mess dumped on some car, taking relentless assault on her pussy.

"Here's your reward."

Yes, please, Jimin begs with her eyes. You see the neediness in them.

"Oh, please... Aaaah it's so good–fuck!"

A brutal bite is marked on her white shoulder as you color her walls white. In between the car and your tired body, hers is periodically lifting yours up and down with heavy breathing—let alone the irregular spasms matching your throbbing cock.

"You're a fucking slut, Jimin."

You breathe those words out right into her ear. They obviously were insulting words, but only worked to make her smile and even giggle a little bit.

"You love me like that,"

You squeeze Jimin’s tits for the last time then put your pants back on. You buckle your belt and nonchalantly ask Jimin, who is still struggling to descend from her high..

"Do you know her name?"

Jimin breathes heavily as if even her lungs convulse from the sex that just happened.

"Uhh, Somi maybe? Haa, yeah. It's Somi."

"Is she popular?"

You flip her body to button her shirt back up and put her jacket on. Not necessary but at least you let her look presentable.

"Yeah, quite. Among first graders. She's got nice tits and a pretty face but doesn't socialize often. Not sure she has a boyfriend around."

You nod throughout her speech. A popular girl who's introverted, that'd be perfect to play on. Prey on.

Alright, so that Somi girl is up next.

******

You're intentionally on the same bus as Somi, with Jimin accompanying you. The bus is packed with a lot of people returning home but you two are the exceptions to that. You push through the people in your way as you approach Somi from behind.

You then purposefully push your body on hers, making sure she notices you by rubbing your crotch on her clothed ass. Somi gets startled by a sudden touch on her ass and apologizes to you.

"Oh! Oh, I'm-I'm sorry,"

She recognizes you. You catch that split-second moment when her eyes widen at you. You, however, to her apology, don't give a shit and raise your hand to reach for a bar to hold onto, of course making sure you touch her breasts by accident. Somi this time doesn't speak but shrieks a bit at your touch, throwing an embarrassed glimpse at you then quickly looking down at nowhere.

To your eyes it's only a horny girl acting innocent because you saw it in her eyes—the burning sensation. Her face is visibly red, hands have lost their destination, legs can't just stay calm. Moreover, she doesn't even try to avoid the contact on her ass.

See? It's just too easy. It's not even gonna be a one-sided rape—her inner slut might be begging for it anyway.

So this is the plan: You heat her up on the bus, get off at the same stop, stalk her and then fuck her somewhere creepy. That'll make her give in completely. That'll draw a complete obedience out of the most basic instinct inside her.

The bus arrives at the stop where Somi gets off so you and Jimin follow her. As soon as she enters a rather deserted alley, you snatch Somi by her wrist and push her onto the wall.

She squeals out loud at the sudden hostility only to be silenced by your hand gripped around her neck hard.

Somi resists you but Jimin ties her arms behind her back with her own necktie. Somi then starts to kick your legs and you start to feel a little bit pissed off.

Slap.

You slap her cheek hard and her swinging legs stop moving. Somi looks up at you weakly with her eyes as a teardrop runs down her reddened cheek. Those legs settled, you pull down her skirt and panties in one sway. Jimin chokes Somi with her arms as you insert your dick inside her pussy with no resistance.

"Gah, hagh-!"

You can see her knotted arms struggle for freedom. Regardless of that you rip open her buttoned shirt to reveal a jiggling pair of voluptuous tits waiting for your attention. You tug down Somi's bra and slap her tits hard. Her moans then gradually turn into painful yelps and ecstatic screams.

"Ahh! S-stop, please-ah!-stop it! Hikkh-"

Jimin tightens her choking arm around her neck. Somi's face starts to redden even more furiously.

"Shut up, I know you want this."

Somi shakes her head. She shapes her mouth to say "no" but her voice is no longer available. Her mouth is now agape for more air. You up the pace of your thrusts and slap her cheek again.

"Then let me fucking make you."

Somi's eyes are half-closed due to orgasmic sensations and lack of air. As Somi approaches her high she loses her consciousness. Somi's last desperate efforts to escape from your grasp and Jimin's arms are nothing but a cute thing to watch.

You slap on her tits several more times—you like seeing her shiver every time you do. Actually, it's just your sadistic, psychopathic taste that you just like to hit, slap, choke and fuck.

Squeeze, slap, squeeze, slap. That pair of meaty flesh is such a good toy to play with.

Somi's empty gaze is locked on your eyes. Tears are now everywhere on her cheeks. Her wet juice is all over her thighs too. You rub her clit with fingers and she shudders—strength in her legs already long gone. Her voice is long gone. Somi's lips keep moving but it doesn't even shape any word. Only the lips down there feel alive.

Despite the lack of air, her walls are working properly—they convulse hard and soon she cums. Somi's eyes roll back to her head as she passes out, before falling down limply on the ground.

"Dirty fucking slut. I didn't even cum yet,"

You're talking to yourself, but at the same time you weren’t only to yourself.

Jimin grins as she looks at your throbbing cock then she kneels down in front of you and starts to suck it. The moment her lips sealed the head, you grab on to her head and begin fucking into it.

"Holy fuck, Jimin. Always a good slut for me, aren't you?"

You always talk like that, but you're no different from Jimin in that you're a good, perfect dick for her, and she knows it because once she hears thatshe looks up at you with those teary eyes and smirks. Not surprising at all that her hand is already working diligently on her soaking cunt.

It's not been long since you began facefucking Jimin, but the growing orgasm from the previous session is approaching. Without warning her, you pull her head inward for your balls to hit her drooling chin then cum straight into her gulping throat.

"Phaah, you're fucking delicious, baby. Bet she wants me to share a bit."

With remnants of your cum still inside her mouth, Jimin spits it out onto Somi's mouth and face. While you're arranging your pants, Jimin opens Somi's mouth and kisses your cum on it into it.

"Jimin, that won't wake her up,"

You laugh and tease Jimin kissing Somi.

The title Sleeping Beauty sounds about right on Somi. Those tits, that midriff, those slender legs, that cunt, and above all the attitude taking all of your assault. All virtues you consider appropriate is inside her, your potential slave for sex. Besides, Jimin seems to like her too.

You carry Somi to her home. Opening the door with her fingerprint, you step in to find the inside neat.

"Inside's quite nice,"

Jimin says as she sits on the bed after she opened the door to Somi’s room. You toss Somi's limp body on it then look around.

A frame on the nightstand and the photo inside catches your eyes. There's Somi smiling next to a guy as they hold each other's hand.

"Hey, you think this is her boyfriend?"

You ask Jimin as you show her the picture. She laughs and answers.

"Yeah, he looks dumb though,"

Jimin's hands drag you to the bed. She hugs you from behind and whispers into your ear.

"You could just take him out."

Jimin's big breasts push into your back, and there you grow impatient and push Jimin down on the bed. With a light squeal she lies down. You get over her body and kiss her.

There's brute in the kiss. There's violence in it. Jimin pulls back to breathe and you can see it in her eyes.

There's lust in them. You're no different, anyway.

"My little girl is getting horny, huh?"

Of course, watching you fuck another girl and being facefucked doesn't help her patience.

Needy words come out of Jimin's mouth.

"There's not even a second I'm not horny when I'm with you."

Jimin's mind is totally conquered by lust solely for you. Nothing new for you, though.

"I like that,"

You thumb her cheek softly—opposite to how you're going to treat her.

"Let me fuck your brains out, Jimin."

A declaration that earns you another slurpy kiss. Your right hand makes its way straight to her crotch, and her hand brings your left hand to her clothed tits. You can feel her taut nipples through her uniform.

"Mmm..."

Jimin moans into your mouth and the sound reverberates through your skull. You've always liked the quick reactions from Jimin. Her moans, screams and sometimes yelps tell you how well you are doing—how good you are.

You push the button to play her moan. Your fingers are now rubbing on her clitoris. Under her skirt you can feel the heat radiating from the very core of her body. The heat that you yourself provoke on her body. An aphrodisiac in the form of a human. That's what you are to Jimin.

That's what every man is eager to be, and you use it as a weapon to just pick a girl and enslave her. Jimin is no different from Somi's case—it's just a little more intimate between you and Jimin. And that makes you feel the massive pride to have the influence reach her. A perfect fuckbuddy with slight obedience.

"Ah, shit–Mmm yes...!"

You push your fingers into her cavern. You don't bother counting how many—two or three, it doesn't matter. She'll even accept your fist happily.

Your whole body and Jimin's are shaking by the pistoning of your arm. The bed is too, and Somi's body next to you obviously is too. As if intended to wake her up, you are quaking the bed, and Jimin under you is providing auditory stimuli—screams, yelp, squelching sound. The room you're inside is full of the sound of sex, and it hits the walls and ceiling in every direction possible—it echoes as it does, too.

It's been long since her eyes were shut. Jimin's lustful intention to concentrate all her nerves and senses on the sensations of sex she is receiving. Only a slight bit of excess will be enough to tip her over, and you can feel that you're almost on the verge of it.

"Hey, eyes on me,"

You choke her, an action that serves as the opposite of your direction to open her eyes. Somehow she manages to open her eyes, but still fails to follow your order.

"Haa, haa, fuck..."

Her eyes are not on yours. You can see that she tries her best to look at you, but your fingers—both on her neck and in her pussy—keep her eyes inside her head.

"I'm-I'm...Aaah—!"

Both of her hands dig into the mattress as she cums hard—Jimin always does, in front of you. At that moment you quickly undo your pants and boxers and hastily start rubbing on her reddened pussy lips, to gain some wetness on your dick for lubrication. Also while lubing your dick, you don't miss the chance to slap on them, which makes Jimin's trapped throat vibrate from her desperate efforts to let out moans. Seeing that your dick glisten with Jimin's nectar, without warning you insert your dick into her asshole, also resuming what your fingers were doing.

Your hand over her throat goes down to harshly squeeze her tits. They deliciously jiggle whenever you move inside her, whenever you touch it, and whenever you slap on it. Your hands aren't choking her anymore but she's still breathless—the sex itself is doing it.

Her eyes slam shut again as her squirt swashes on your fingers and the bed, as soon as you pull your fingers out. Jimin bites her lower lip and she hisses out her moan.

"Ffff–! Huh..."

You just chase your own pleasure, regardless of her tipped over state. Even if she yells stop you will. It's an unprepared anal session, but she's taking it very well. So tight and warm. And with her own fingers inside her used cunt she is making it even wetter.

"God, you're so fucking delicious,"

Yeah, delicious. That's the only feeling forming up inside your mind. Yoo Jimin underneath you has surely been seismic—on your mind and on the bed.

She certainly hears you but can't find any way to respond, still in the middle of orgasmic haze. You are still anally destroying her to the end—a close end for now. Your climax is approaching, and you never want to delay it. Actually, your pace even goes up as you cross the line. Jimin screams and even without any help her pussy squirts wildly.

"Fuck, I'm cumming...!"

You do in her ass, making sure her plump ass is filled up from the inside. The bed stops creaking and you feel like the world has also stopped—to you it might have, for a second..

The only remaining sound is Jimin's uncontrolled breathing and your heavy breath. You can see her abs convulse and flex, with her entire body spasm wildly because of that. You lie next to her on the damp mattress, almost throwing yourself onto it. Then Somi falls from bed onto the floor.

Yet she's unconscious.

"You must've choked her really hard, huh?"

You say looking up at the ceiling, and as a response Jimin giggles weakly.

"Yeah,"

Then she puts her arm over your body softly. Her fingers are fidgeting on your skin.

"Hey, can you pass me the cigarettes? I can't move now."

You get off the bed and take the cigarettes and a lighter.

"Here,"

You put one between her lips and light it.

A long puff and she smokes out. As you're lighting yours she taps the ash off onto the floor. Your eyes meet each other but you two stay silent. Cigarettes after sex feel so cozy, as you and Jimin do nothing but inhale them and smile at each other.

When you're done smoking you dress up and prepare to leave Somi's house. Her room is filled with smoke, but you couldn’t care less.

Half an hour has passed since you entered her house but she's yet to come back to consciousness. Having packed all your stuff you open the door.

"Ah, right. Almost forgot it,"

You walk back to Somi next to the bed and untie her arms. They both slide to the floor with a silent thud.

"My clumsy lady,"

You bring it to her neck and tie it around her neck tidily for her, which earns you a loving kiss from Jimin.

Her daring lips are hindering your actions—an interference that you would always welcome. Both of your mouths still smell like smoke but you don’t care at all. This time is just for your tongues to explore each other's mouth, not any other senses, just like your hands are now exploring each other's body.

It continues for a few dozens of seconds then you manage to grab hold of your sanity.

"God, we should get out of this place or we'll spend the whole night fucking."

She laughs in agreement.

"But I kinda like that idea,"

"Oh, you're gonna pass out like her,"

You say stepping out of the door.

"I like that too."

You spank her lightly, laughing. It's just fun to see how that subby girl in bed turns into this adorable little baby. But–

But are you no different from how you are, who you are in bed? You certainly have two faces—you are now Jimin's lover, but in bed you become reckless, ruthless, conscienceless, even psychopathic in front of sex, like your blood burns for violence. You're just thanking god that Jimin is the perfect partner for you to take in all of these.

"You're insatiable,"

You say as if nothing crosses your mind.

"You like it, don't you?"

Jimin starts to run towards the bus stop without giving you time to retort, running with a smile on her face looking childish and cute.

See, this is your problematic personality. You just raped a girl into unconsciousness, fucked your girlfriend in that girl’s bed and have no guilt on your mind. You might be right, because you know Somi didn't hate it. But would it still be right if you continue living like this?

******

The bell rings to officially announce the lunchtime break. You are waiting for Jimin at the parking lot as usual, as you see your girlfriend accompanied by another girl. It's Somi.

"Jimin, why did you bring this bitch here?"

You ask her after planting a light peck on her lips.

"I didn't. She came to me and asked me to."

Somi surely looks shy to make eye contact with you. Her hands are grabbing each other on her belly and she's looking down on the ground.

"You did, little girl?"

You kindly ask her, bringing her hand to yours. She gasps at your touch but accepts it to go on.

"You have a boyfriend, right? I saw his picture yesterday in your room,"

Jimin continues instead of you, as she unties Somi's necktie.

"Well, you're gonna have to make a choice, Somi."

You tell her as you bring your hand down onto her crotch, under her skirt. You can feel the heat—another slave for your cock is ready for you.

"Wh-what choice is it...?"

You grin. Jimin this time ties Somi's necktie around her neck very tight, successfully choking her.

"Your boyfriend,"

You pause for a second to bring her hand to the bulge on your pants.

"Or this."

Somi's shaking eyes look at you—she's becoming hesitant. But you are certain that it'll be an easy choice for her after all—she already did come here at her will, didn't she?

"Make your choice,"

You tighten the knot around her neck and she shrieks and stumbles toward you.

"I-I don't need my b-boyfriend anymore. I'll choose you,"

You slap her cheek as Jimin undoes Somi's shirt and skirt.

"No, you don't get to choose it. It is my decision to let you serve this cock."

Her tears drop down her cheeks but you know she's loving it, because not only her face is getting wet..

Her panties are damp. Juices drip down her thighs and you can see it.

"Sorry...Please let me serve your cock sir..."

You discontentedly bring her face in front of you powerfully and she stumbles and falls down.

"Uh-uh,"

Somi realizes what you mean and follows.

"... Master,"

The scenery in front of you is a sight to behold—a girl in such a heat kneeling in front of you, looking at you, calling you master with a makeshift leash around her neck. You feel like you want to choke her to death right now, and you also feel like she'll even let you.

"Wow,"

Jimin sounds shocked.

"Even I don't say that,"

Well, you'll see.

"Nice. Now show me how you are going to serve me, slave."

Somi gulps as you let your cock spring out of your pants. It hits her face and she loves it. You give her no time to admire and shove it right into her throat to the hilt, with the first thrust.

It's not surprising at all that she gags and coughs wildly, but that only provokes your fiery instinct to punish her for it.

And that punishment is you ramming your cock down her throat in a neck breaking pace—even faster than when you fucked her yesterday.

Somi's hands have long lost their proper position as they wander on your thighs, slightly pushing you off. But the more she resists, the more you want to devastate her.

"He's not gonna stop until he cums down your throat, little slut. You'll have to adjust to it."

You know, Jimin was just the same at first. She was nothing more than a gagging, coughing amateur, just like what Somi is now.

She grabs the leash and chokes Somi, but that makes no difference—that's just what your cock is doing already. Somi’s drool gathers on her cleavage—her tits are as big as Jimin, as you can confirm. And it falls down to the ground from her chin and your balls.

You can feel her every gag and it feels divine. You've unearthed another diamond by yourself. Somi's lack of air is bottoming out as she tries to pull out.

"Wrlk, glrk...!"

No way you're going easy on such a slut. Somi frowns from breathlessness but the only thing you care about is your own pleasure, not her safety.

"Nnngh, fuck!"

Thankfully, you soon unload your thick liquid down her throat, straight into her stomach. You stay there for about ten seconds and then pull out. Somi falls completely down on the ground as she breathes heavily for her system to recover properly. She can't even swallow it all, and it sprays out as she coughs several times.

"Oh, what a shame,"

Jimin pretends to pity her, but her hands are bringing the exhausted girl up to your arms.

"He's not done yet, little bitch."

Somi has not enough power to gulp down your cum in her mouth, but that's nothing to worry about at all—Jimin's mouth seals Somi's to keep it from spilling out. Somi irresistibly lets Jimin take her hard-earned load from her mouth, and Jimin's tongue moves hungrily inside Somi's mouth as she kisses her. Somi hurriedly gulps some down but there isn’t much left. She moans to Jimin to give the load back.

"Huh... Please–Uuuww"

Jimin then forces Somi's mouth open with her fingers on Somi's cheeks and spits your cum into it. Somi immediately widens her mouth out and gratefully savors the mixture of your cum and Jimin's saliva. After that Jimin lightly slaps on her cheek a couple times with a satisfied smile.

You have fully recovered your erection by now, seeing your two girls snowballing your cum. Without wasting any time you slam Somi’s pussy with your cock from behind. She hasn't still recovered enough to stand yet, so you rear choke her to support her body. As soon as you do that, both of her hands cling on your arms for her dear life, but the careless fucking you're giving her doesn't even let her resist.

It's a dejavù. Somi's choking out again, you are fucking her harshly again, and again she can't even let out any sound—her mouth is agape, but no matter how desperately she tries to scream, no words come out. There’s only one difference this time: she came to you of her own free will.

Slap.

Jimin hits Somi's cheek, only to redden her already blushing face. You release her from your choke and grab on the leash on her neck again. Somi's arms are now on the car in front of her to support her shaking legs.

It is not only her legs that are malfunctioning—her arms, her lungs, her well-fucked brains also are. Nothing but the orgasmic pleasure provided by you is traveling through her whole body, as if even her heart stopped sending blood for the veins to become vessels of the high you are injecting into her body directly.

"Ffff...Ugh-Aaah...!"

She can't even scream fuck. Now her neck gives in as her head falls down on the car with a thud.

Jimin lifts Somi's head and kisses her—it's a one-sided kiss of course, as Somi can't process what's happening to her at all, except your ramming cock.

No matter how hard, how many times you spank her, she can't react. No matter how hard or how many times she cums, she can't fucking stop. You grab a handful of her hair and bring her head next to yours—her back arches wildly. You growl into her ear, through the gritting teeth on her ear.

"I'm cumming, Somi. I'm gonna fucking mark my slave as mine."

"Go ahead, straight into her womb, baby. C'mon."

Jimin pleads you and you finally finish inside her womb. Somi's whole body reacts to your orgasm with violent convulsions.

You have to spend almost half a minute to get yourself back. Then you pull out. You swiftly bring your pants back up and leave Somi there and walk away with Jimin, like nothing ever happened.

"She's great,"

Jimin tells you and you immediately agree with a nod.

"Yeah, you found her first anyway so, good job."

You put your arm around her hip and continue.

"But my number one is still you, baby girl."

"Of course,"

Jimin says like she knows it, walking ahead of you and turning back to you.

"I'll fucking kill that bitch if she even tries to replace me."

She's smiling like it's nothing, but it doesn’t sound like a joke, you know she really means it.

"I know you would, but you won't have to. I just love to see you two sluts get down for me."

You grin at her and Jimin rolls her eyes.

"For your cock."

She corrects you.

"Actually, I think there's more of myself in my cock than in my head."

That earns you a funny giggle from Jimin.

"You're insatiable,"

******

You're on the bus again. You can spot Somi easily, thanks to her height. Seems she somehow managed to look normal enough to present herself in public. Somi keeps looking back as if she's looking for someone. You keep your eyes on her until her eyes find you. She then quickly looks away in shyness, but her bitten lower lip tells you that she's been anticipating this, that she's been wanting this.

Another insatiable girl–

No. You don't even treat her as a 'girl', but rather some object you own—something subordinate to you. An outlet for your predatory instincts. The word "hunting" used before sounds too right.

It's like going back to being a savage, your barbaric inclination to be cruel, brutal, violent and instinctive. And at the same time being medieval—possessive, authoritative, feudal and patriarchal, meanwhile being modern—selfish, stressful and hedonic. An astounding aspect of a simple slut that makes you discover your inner self at every different angle, from side to side.

You know Jimin and Somi love you like that when having sex. They know you deserve their obedience for the perfect sex you provide them with every time. They would willingly die being fucked by you—and you would do it to them without any hesitation. You would even cum on their dead body, but that's too far gone. Maybe you have a weird kink for death or something like that.

The bus stops after several more times and outside is already your destination. You eye Jimin and you get off together. Somi's waiting for you two, and you notice it but pretend to neglect it and walk past her.

"Uhh, m-master…"

Somi follows you and calls you.

The way she calls you sounds so right to your ears, so you turn around simultaneously with Jimin next to you.

"My house is… It's empty now and–..."

Somi can't even look at you. You excitedly watch Somi fidgeting as Jimin directs her to go on.

"And?"

"I was... I was hoping that you would–"

"Ahh, I think I'm too tired for that right now,"

You stretch your arms and yawn, acting as if you're not interested, to draw out the inner animalistic instinct, which will make her more inferior in front of you.

"No no no, you can just... just release your stress and fatigue on me, master. I–I'm here to serve you,"

Jimin smiles it off and hugs your arm while replying to Somi. She's testing the newly found possession quite thoroughly, beginning right from the inside—the outside of it has already been tested out to be flawless enough.

"But he already has me, bitch."

Embarrassed and dumbfounded, Somi's eyes quickly travel between you and Jimin. Her face blushes, her fidgety fingers move lazily on the hem of her uniform shirt, her legs twist against each other, all indicating her thin patience is about be torn apart under the weight of her neediness.

"Ugh… You can use me for your own good, too. Please, I need you to fuck me, slap me, bite me, choke me until I pass out, and anything… Let me be your slave. I need it."

Hearing that, Jimin laughs amused. You too are grimacing at Somi. But not because it's funny or something.

"Dumb fucking slut,"

You say that only because Somi's been wanting it, needing it. Needing you to talk like that to her, treat her like that.

Who's the one that tried to kick me off? Who's the one that shook her head no yesterday?

Well at least now she knows the inevitable power of your cock over her, and obviously she's being overwhelmed by it.

"Alright then, lead the way, Somi."

"Thank you, master."

You still hear the shyness beaming out of her words, but seeing that her horniness toward your cock is even greater you feel very much satisfied.

You soon arrive at her house, and Somi hastily opens the door with the fingerprint of her thumb.

"Wait, register mine."

Somi looks up at you in surprise and stutters.

"Uhh, that's–"

You thought she was a quick learner, but maybe she's just–

"Of course, master. Put any finger you prefer on it please,"

You do so, looking at her working on the door lock.

You and Jimin step inside the familiar house and enter her room.

"Undress."

Jimin gives an order to her—Jimin's enjoying it too, you can surely tell. Not that you blame her for that. Who wouldn't, obviously.

Somi is now naked. Her bare thighs glisten with her juice that is forming up relentlessly, her sizable tits moving in synch with her slow breath.

You undo your necktie, and Jimin gathers hers and Somi's to her hand.

"On the bed."

Somi climbs on it and gets on all fours. You can see her wet lips contract from the anticipation. You bring your necktie with you and get on the bed.

"Give me your arms."

Somi presents them for you to tie them and buries her cheek in the mattress as an alternative support for her body. Half of her face is buried on the bed, but her other side faces up, while her ass is temptingly presented up, over the delicious arc of her back, pleasuring your eyes with quite a view.

Jimin hops on the bed to join you.

"She looks so fucking good,"

She spreads Somi's wetness over her asshole, preparing to drill it with her fingers. At Jimin's touch Somi shivers.

You can see her pussy twitching again at Jimin's rough touches.

"God, she's leaking even more,"

Jimin says, astonished.

"Ahh!!"

Somi screams loud when Jimin's finger enters her rear entrance. Even louder than when you slapped her face.

"What is it?"

You ask Somi, rubbing your cock on her watering pussy lips for lubrication, ready to penetrate.

"Nothing master, it's just... It's my first time doing anal,"

Oh, well. Can't miss this chance.

You directly put the head inside her ass instead, which draws a surprised squeal out of her.

"You know, giving a good first impression is always important,"

"O-okay–Oh my god, aah!"

You grab on her tied arms, put your right foot on her head, then make a rough thrust into her ass, letting your crotch meet her ass skin to skin.

There you start the ruination of her virgin ass. You see discomfort all over Somi's face, but that's to your least care. Besides, that's gonna change soon.

Jimin doesn't stay idle, as her fingers keep diligently working on not letting Somi's pussy empty.

"This is fucking tight,"

Squelching sound from Jimin's fingers and the sound of your hips crashing hers barely leaves room for Somi's moans and screams. You look down to check what's happening beneath your body, and you see Jimin's devilish grin spread as Somi squirts. You put more of your body's weight onto Somi's head like it's a pedal—it is, sort of, because the harder you step on it, the higher Somi's screams get. It's like an accelerator pedal, driving Somi's subby attitude even wilder.

"Wait,"

Jimin's fingers suddenly halt as she focuses on something. You stop and look at her curiously.

"N-no...fuck-"

Somi doesn't want you to stop, so she herself pistons her body on your cock.

"Do you hear it? The buzz?"

You do, but it'd be not like you if you stop here. You continue slamming into Somi's ass.

"Yeah. Can you-can you check who it is for me?"

Jimin walks to the table and picks up Somi's vibrating phone.

"It's a phone call. From heart emoji,"

There's a sudden shade of fear in Somi's dazed eyes.

"What?!"

You angrily look at her and Somi's urgent look makes you even more displeased.

"It's-it's nothing! J-just ignore it, master,"

Jimin brings the phone to you anyway.

"I think he told you to end this,"

Jimin coldly says.

"And I think your answer was yes,"

You answer the call.

"You're fucking dead."

You furiously say to Somi. You turn her head face down on the pillow and push it with your feet hard, suffocating her.

"What? Who is this? Somi?"

You start moving your cock inside her again, at the same time talking on the man over the phone.

"I'm fucking her right now. If you show up again, I'll fucking kill you."

You can feel Somi struggling for air, by her trembling legs and twitch back. You start thrusting even harder than before, pull her head back up with her hair, and bring the phone next to her face.

"Tell him now. Tell him to stay away from you."

"H-hey... I'm sorry to t-tell you but–oh my god fuck...!"

"Somi?! What the fuck is going on?"

You intentionally fuck her when she starts speaking.

Slap.

Jimin catches it and slaps her cheek hard.

"Why do you stop? Bitch, fucking tell him!"

You see tears forming up in her eyes and there you feel another level of ecstasy. You then start to really fuck her ass and she is completely out of words. She opens her mouth to speak but upcoming orgasm blocks her words. Instead she desperately moans to her boyfriend.

"Hey–aah... You have to–fuck, oh my god...! Stay away fr–om me–fr–om–now–on–ho–ly–fu–ck...!"

Her hoarse voice cracks at your every pounding and you see a teardrop of mixed reasons roll down on her red cheek.

"Somi, Somi? Fuck, what are you—"

You end the call and toss her phone aside.

"Fucking dumbass,"

Jimin repositions Somi's head on the pillow face down, again suffocating her.

Her toes curl and her tied arms strain as your cock attacks her ass, almost at the level of breaking its function as an organ of digestive system but to function only as nothing more than a hole for your cock. Your foot again goes back to where it was, on top of her head.

You start your brainless fuck. Somi starts her breathless sex, and Jimin starts a wordless kiss with you. You squeeze her perfect tits and pinch on her nipples. Her mouth curls up sexily, knowing you're close.

"You're about to cum."

You two part away from the kiss, and Jimin gets down to Somi's ass.

"Fuck yeah I am,"

"Cum inside her ass, baby."

You feel Somi's anal walls contract uncontrollably and squirt again. She is cumming, obviously, and you are no longer different. You flood her ass with your seed. Some of it even seeps out of her deadly tight hole. You pull out and Jimin makes it gape to see Somi's dark hole whitened by your thick cum. Somi spins her head left to keep herself alive. But still her eyes don't open, and you of course know why.

Jimin eats your cum out of Somi's ass. Her magical tongue works inside Somi's ass, as if savoring the best cuisine in the world—maybe it is, for her.

Despite Jimin's work, your warmth still remains inside her ass somewhere deep, too deep for Jimin's tongue to reach for. She retreats and Somi limply collapses on the watery bed.

"Remember, Somi,"

You pick her head up with her hair roughly and say right next to her ear.

"You wanted this to happen."

Jimin hands you a cigarette and you take it in deep into your both lungs. You exhale the smoke right into Somi's face, making her cough several times.

"If you don’t break up with him, I will kill him."

Sadness fills Somi's eyes. It's the kind of sadness that makes you feel good. You like it when she suffers. The sadness itself is okay to you, but the reason she's sad—that just fucking pisses you off very bad. How dare she even attempts to keep two relationships at once? Too much for a toy.

"And I fucking mean it."

You pick your garments up for you and put them on, after letting Jimin clean your used dick off with her mouth thoroughly.

Last sip of your cigarette, before you kiss the smoke into Jimin's mouth. Some of it escapes through her nose.

"I enjoyed it,"

Jimin giggles and says.

You are aware, because you could see it. Pushing a poor little slut to a dead end. It's so entertaining for the two of you. Your dick is for sure too good for Somi to taste it just for once. After this she's going to keep wanting it, keep needing it.

"I know you did, Jimin."

You blankly reply, not focusing on what she is saying.

"You know, I didn't cum."

Jimin seductively tells you, bringing your hand to hers. That certainty turns all of your attention to her. Your eyes rise slowly to meet hers, which are gleaming with lust and desire, a submissive one for you.

Please, touch me, her eyes beg.

That's just for a brief moment but enough for you to form a grin and do what she says. You hook your arm under her leg and bring it up, while the other hand rubs on her lips for a few times before exploring the gushing inside.

"Well done holding back, Jimin. Now cum for me."

You start to piston your fingers in a dangerous pace. As soon as your fingers hit her sweet spot, her arms lock around your neck for support, with her face buried in your neck.

"Hmmph, fuck...! Just like that, baby–ah, fff...!"

Jimin's nails and teeth dig into your skin, indicating the intensity of the pistoning of your fingers and ecstatic sensation she's receiving.

"Do you love it? Do you love how my fingers fuck your needy little cunt, you slut?"

Her bites get deeper at your piercing words as if she wants more.

"Hnngh, fuck! I-I fucking love it, baby. You–ah!!"

You yank her hair backwards and kiss her tongue first. Jimin lets you in her mouth, biting on your lower lip sexily.

"Mmmph...! Mmmph!"

She cums.

Jimin cums hard on your fingers with a pouring squirt. Your eyes travel from her cumming core, bouncing tits, her agape, drooling mouth, to her white eyes. They are looking at nothing but the orgasm itself. Satisfied with her bodily reactions, you pull out your fingers, and Jimin stumbles only to be supported by you.

You keep your eyes on hers until they come back. They meet yours and the divine orgasmic smile of Jimin makes you grin in return. Then you bring your soaked hand up for her to taste herself, which Jimin hungrily devour with her swirling tongue, never breaking eye contact with you.

"This is why I fucking love you, gorgeous."

Hearing that Jimin lightly bites on your fingers playfully, earning a small giggle from you.

Yes, you love Yoo Jimin.

But you are not planning to give Somi love. She's only here to be the outlet for the most basic part of your sexual instinct. And for lust to cover for love, there must be plenty. That's what she'll look for, ask for, beg for.

Besides, Somi loves how you treat her during sex, anyway, so...

She'll be already looking forward to the next time.

******

That Sunday, you visit Somi's house to get her ass pounded—who's insatiable now, huh? You open the door with your finger, that's why you registered yours on it. To fuck Somi whenever you want.

You step in and hear a male voice.

This sounds so wrong.

"I think the door just opened, Somi? We're not supposed to be expecting anyone,"

That male voice asks. Then you hear hurried steps toward the door of her room.

You and Somi open the door at the same time.

"Uhh..."

She tries to block your vision, but can't stop the inevitable.

"Who's that, bitch?"

You annoyingly push Somi out of the doorway.

"Who the fuck are–"

The guy stands up but—

Thud.

You whack his face with your fist and he collapses limply in front of you and Somi. No sooner does she follow him on the floor as her legs give in to the fright of vivid menace of death filling up the room.

You squat down to level your face to Somi's. She can't even look at you, full of fear. Seeing that you raise your hand to wipe her tears with your thumb, Somi shrieks but you softly brush her tears off her cheek.

"I won't hurt you, Somi. I'm gonna need to use you quite often anyway,"

You bring her into a seemingly warm hug and continue.

"But this fucker, he doesn't know his place."

Dropping Somi onto the floor carelessly and stepping out of the room, you turn around and throw your words coldly.

"He's a dead man now."

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A/N(2): I think I see some phrases teasing what happened beforehand. Which means I might work on another prequel. Thank you so much for reading my humble writing!!

#kpop male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop smut #karina smut #aespa smut #somi smut

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UNEVEN ODDS - CH. 7

Chapter Seven: Let's Stay the Course and Let the Tension Make Us New

Summary: The Reader is dragged into the Last of Us universe and has no choice but to watch the events unfold or will she be able to change what was already written?

Paring: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Age-gap Romance, Violence, ANGST, LOTS OF ANGST IM SORRY, TW: Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape, Swearing, Suicide, FLUFF, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, the pandemic, character death, INFECTED, MY SCIENCE IS WONKY, probable plot holes, rusty writing, TLOU is dark please read at your own risk!

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: HI THANK YOU, GUYS, FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT ILY SO MUCH AHHHHHH ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ This chapter is gonna merge with Episodes 7 & 8 hORRAY— Lowkey had to turn to the game for a bit to figure out how I wanted to write this chapter hehe. Please note this chapter is a little bit more serious and heavy than usual. The names used here are fictional and I have no intent to post this chapter to glorify any form of harm. Rape and sexual assault will always be serious topics and should never be taken lightly. This is your final warning to read at your own risk and I am not responsible for any media you consume, dear reader, you have a responsibility and choice as to what content you read, and I urge you to never blame authors for that. As always, the end notes will have the outline of my thoughts if you wanted to read what my thought process was. ANYWAYS ENJOY! GOGOGOGOGOGOGO!

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TLOU WORLD 2023

ABANDONED SUBURBAN HOUSE, COLORADO – EARLY MORNING

Snowflakes fell from the pale clouds, chilly sky as a crisp wind weaved through the buildings. The bitterness of winter, whalebone-white snow presented itself as an infinite blanket. The gravel-grey skies were bare, and the only sound you could occasionally hear was Joel’s uneven breathing. You had told her to leave you. Ellie didn’t accept that, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing either of you. She dragged both of your bodies next to each other on top of his sleeping bag, strapping and securing you together with rope as she rides her horse into the suburbs, dragging the reigns of your horse.

You managed to close your eyes for a bit, your vision getting a little blurry, and everything seems hazy, you hear the shattering of glass and when you open them again, you are now inside someone’s long-forgotten home. The garage is soaked with blood, and your horse shakes off snow from his head. You and Joel are placed on an old mattress in the basement of the house, as the pain had started to sink in. Breathing becomes a chore in itself. Each breath just gets shorter and shorter, when you try to take a deep breath your body refuses to let it in, a stabbing pain each time you try. Ellie is ripping out a piece of fabric, doing her best to stop Joel’s bleeding, she curses the whole time, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Come on, you gotta help me. Come on!” While doing so, Joel grabs her hand and painfully wheezes, “Leave. Leave.” Her tone is sharp as she hisses, “Shut up, Joel.” You try and say her name, only for a painful noise to come out of your mouth, “Ellie. Please.” She shakes her head at both of you and Joel breathlessly says, “Take the gun.” Panicked, while trying to multitask as she presses another cloth to your abdomen, “Joel, shut the fuck up!”

Joel grabs her by the collar of her shirt with the remaining strength that he had to bring Ellie to look at him, he weakly says, “You go. You go. You go north. You go to Tommy. You go.” She roughly pulls away from his grasp, falling to the ground with a loud thump. You turn your head to look at Joel who was bleeding out next to you. You can see the tears rimming his eyes, and he's almost comatose. Frail, you grab his hand, squeezing it as you tenderly gaze at him.

In response, she gets up and puts his jacket over him and your own as a blanket, and both of you are almost comatose. The warmth of blankets makes him nervous, suddenly things that are known to comfort him become destructive reminders of loss. Ellie's frustrated and walks upstairs, a kid on a mission, her belief that she could fix this over time, as if every imperfection is a lie, and you watch as a tear falls from Joel’s eye. Each breath you take is agonizing, the sharp stab each time you try to let in causes you to whimper in pain. You feel Joel’s rough hands squeeze your own, still trying to shield and protect you, despite him also hurting.

You see the longing in his eyes as he faces you, and you can’t quite put your finger on it. There’s just something about his face that makes you sad, as much afraid as it’s haunted. He shakily wraps his arm around you and tries his damn hardest to put pressure on your wound even though his energy is fading. You place your head on his chest, your ear right above his faint beating heart, he winces but doesn’t push you away. Instead, he gripped you as tightly as he could, pressing a featherlight kiss on your forehead, mumbling, “Tell me somethin’ good.” You shake your head, “You growin’ soft on me Cowboy?” His eyelids feel heavy as he spoke, “Only for… you. Always you.” You feel your tears slip faintly down your cheeks, “Out of all the things I’ve researched and discovered over the years… nothing will ever compare to what I found here.” The ache in his chest expands as he inhales and says, “Birdie… I…” You shush him delicately, “I’ve never related more to anything or anyone before… I can’t explain it. You are the best thing I never planned.”

Joel shudders in the basement, his breathing becoming shallow with each breath. Wave after wave, he’s more afraid. It’s been a hard year and it’s been a high tide, but his body decides one part at a time. But what about the meantime? How do you ignore the signs that the things you love will fade or get taken away? There's something so strange about human nature, you get so used to the gifts you receive. He is watching the tears slowly continue to slip out of your eyes as he breathes lightly next to you, he still has so much he wants to tell you and still has so much to figure out. When the words came to him for the first time, he knew he was hooked on you. Your quiet charm, the way your eyes crinkled as you smiled, the calmness and chaos you carried. He wanted it all with you. Could it be, you both didn’t stand a chance? How cruel could fate be? To have found you only to lose you in a matter of days.

What was flawless canvas white, and what was kindness in your eyes, is now a blemished masterpiece. You are X-rays of something broken, made up of cold blood and bruises. You noticed your hearing started to fade. In an underwater afterimage, the hearing effect is just a bit less heavy. As time went on the underwater hearing effect started becoming more strong and you barely start hearing people. Into the darkness, you will send your symphonies. A shorthand of existence, a slowly turning key, the voyager will leave you with this modest memory of home.

You believe you’ve seen a ghost, and you don’t know who it is. It just follows you around pretending to exist. Radical acceptance sure feels like surrender, but after just a little longer, everything will make sense. Broken things will be remade, there’s some kind of heaven just around the corner and all this sorrow and agony will be replaced with unimaginable grace. With the remaining strength you had, you took in his darkly golden eyes, a smoldering visage, and warmth like home. The muffled sounds of rapid and loud footsteps from upstairs, the clattering of drawers and cabinets. You take one more breath in, the small part of you has the glimmering light of hope but the shadows keep inviting you to their clutches, and to be honest, it seems so tempting to just give in.

You hear the suppressed sound of Ellie running down to the basement, rushing to your and Joel’s side, you subconsciously wonder what took so long or if she hesitated during the process of looking through the house for supplies. You can blurrily make out the vision of Ellie holding a needle and thread, you let out a small gasp and Ellie only looks at you with worry. Your eyes flutter close, unable to help yourself to watch as she shakily stitches up Joel, he groans in pain every now and then, while you listen to your own blood dripping onto the mattress and sliding down to the concrete floor. You slowly begin to seek comfort in the ensnares of the darkness.

YOUR ORIGINAL OBSERVABLE UNIVERSE — JANUARY 13, 2023

WASHINGTON STATE UNIVERSITY, FUNDAMENTAL QUANTUM PHYSICS LAB — NIGHT

Ever since The Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences has decided to award the Nobel Prize in Physics 2022 to three scientists for experiments with entangled photons, establishing the violation of Bell inequalities and pioneering quantum information science. You were immediately intrigued by their findings and continued your own research with the given information. You sit in the dim lighting of the lab, and the glow of the screen hypnotizes you as you continue to scroll through the PDF file, text containing the explanation of quantum entanglement and the possibilities of quantum teleportation.

The mountains of paper, pencils, pens, and highlighters clutter around your large desk. You bring your arms up and stretch your lower back. Waiting for the possible outcome of the  computer-generated model, a theory could change how information is sent and transmitted, including transportation. You suddenly hear your other coworker, Alisha shakily call your name, and you spin your chair around to find her disheveled state. A bruised lip, her hair in a mangled mess, and her eyes red-rimmed, you look down at her once-white lab coat to find blood at the edges. Your eyes widen in concern, “Ali, what happened to–” You didn’t even get the chance to finish, she had made her way across the room to hug you and began to cry in your arms, falling apart piece by piece. You hear her beg and whimper broken words, “Please… Please don’t let him find me… He can’t…”

You then hear the yelling voice of her partner Richard, screaming her name through the halls, and soon enough, outside your door, you try to stand and lock it but since Ali was clinging onto you, you barely got up before the man came barreling through the door. You and Ali flinch at his arrival, wearing around his father’s hand-me-down anger. Your skin crawled and your bones rattled, your muscles screamed of a horror unseen. Ali’s breathing is shortened and you feel her skin become cold, your leg and arm muscles tightened. There is a sound coming from his mouth, but nothing registers as the ringing in your ears has appeared. He marches towards you and Ali, the taste of bile rose to your mouth and you swallowed, the acid rising and burning your throat.

TLOU WORLD 2023

A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER…

ABANDONED SUBURBAN HOUSE, COLORADO — DAY

You wake up choking, the feeling of being smothered overwhelms your body as you try to gasp for air. Ellie is quick to your side, as you cry out in fear and pain, the awful memory of your past that you had buried, had been used against you in your sleep. You take some time to realize where you are, and Ellie is clutching your hand as you try and jerk forward, “Hey… Birdie… shhh… you’re okay,” she said as she gently pushes you down next to Joel. You shiver and whimper, “Ellie…” She shushes you again and lets you drink from a glass of water, you painfully gulp it down, and she gets you to try and eat a bit of food from the rations, you brought with you. Dizzily, you chew and swallow whatever you could, urging yourself not to puke on the teen. 

You turn your head back to Joel, who was shivering, and barely conscious, you weakly speak to Ellie, “Can you… please lift his shirt for me?” The young girl shifts to Joel’s side, doing what she was asked of, the sickly sound of blood that clings onto his flannel has your eyes looking down at the yellow puss seeping from the now closed and stitched-up wound. To put it plainly, everything fucking hurt. You wince as you bring your shirt up to check your abdomen, finding that it had also been patched up and luckily not as infected as Joel’s. You bring your shirt down and watch Ellie take care of Joel, tucking him back in his blanket, and giving him water and a bit of food left placed on top of his blanket. You hoarsely say, “We need an antibiotic for his wound. Are there any in the drawers upstairs? In the medicine cabinet… maybe?” Then teen shakes her head, “No, I checked everything.” You cough a little, before giving her a small nod. 

Ellie looks at the rifle leaning against the wall, and you hear her whisper to you both, “I’m gonna be right back… okay?” You try and call for her, but she doesn’t stop preparing her things, too focused on trying to get you and Joel better and moving. Her footsteps sound heavy as she makes her way upstairs while carrying the heavy rifle on one shoulder, you shudder as if you were seconds from breaking down from the orbit, gravity throws you down. She will discover that life will knock you down and wait for you to stand back up before kicking you in the stomach. But, the only way to make your lungs remember how much they relish the flavor of air is to knock you out completely. Underneath, there is hurt that cannot be soothed by poetry or bandages. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. You weakly grab Joel’s hand from underneath the green and white plaid blanket, squeezing it as you shakily say, “I don’t know if you can hear me… but if you can… Joel, you were good to me. If you're wondering why I've stayed—and for all I know, I'll stay—the truth is because the stars told me to.”

A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER…

ABANDONED SUBURBAN HOUSE, COLORADO — SUNSET

You weren’t sure how long you slept, or how long Ellie had been gone. But you stir to the sound of Ellie’s footsteps running down the wooden creaking stairs. You blink your eyes open, She unzips her jacket and lays the rifle next to Joel, and pulls out a wrapped pouch. You hear the bottles clink as she unwraps them, and she tells you it’s penicillin, she then looks at you shaking your head, “Give it to Joel first.” Ellie sniffs and nods, peeling back the blanket that covers his pale body, you murmur out instructions, “Hold the syringe in your hand like a pencil, with the needle pointed up.” She does as she is told and you continue to guide her through it, “With the cap still on, pull back the plunger to the line on your syringe for your dose. Keep the syringe tip in the medicine. Tap the syringe with your finger to move air bubbles to the top. Then push gently on the plunger to push the air bubbles back into the vial.” As if she was an expert, she does everything perfectly, but she begins to panic about where she would administer the penicillin,  “Okay, the fuck do I put this, Birdie?” You exhale in pain but keep going, “Do not inject it into a vein. You need to administer it on a large muscle, either his back or his thigh.” Ellie exclaims, “I am not pulling down his pants!” You wince at her sudden yelling, and she’s quick to apologize, you groggily get up, everything was spinning but you needed to help her. You tell her, “Okay, turn around.” She does so, still holding the needle for you as you unbuckle his belt and carefully undress him, he groans and you try your best to ignore it. You focus on the task at hand, bringing his jeans down enough to see a portion of his thigh, “Do we have any… alcohol?” You ask and Ellie hands you Joel’s metal flask, your mouth forms a frown but you unscrew the cap and pouring a tiny amount of the vodka as an antiseptic, cleaning it off with the only clean rag left in your bag.

You ask for the needle from Ellie and she hands it to you. Your heart is racing, but you manage to inject him with the required amount of penicillin, you hear Joel sigh with a mix of pain and relief. You redress him quickly and mention to Ellie it’s safe to look again, she turns to see you sitting on the mattress again, watching Joel fall back asleep. You yawn in exhaustion, drearily blinking as you try and center yourself. Ellie says your name and you tiredly bring your eyes to her as she says, “There’s another needle if you wanted to…”

You nodded gratefully and followed the same procedure as before, Ellie turns around as you undressed a part of your jeans, quick to the point of just stabbing the needle into your thigh to get it over with, gritting your teeth as you pushed the plunger down, feeling the antibiotic entering in your system. You zip back up and lean back into the mattress, Ellie hearing you shift causes her to turn around again, and you gently pat the middle of the bed, indicating for her to lay down and rest. She is snug in the middle of you and Joel, her tiny arms wrapped around him, with you kissing the top of her head. Joel leans into her touch, resting his head above hers, and quietly breathes. Your tired eyes slowly close shut and allow yourself the comfort of the people around you.

ABANDONED SUBURBAN HOUSE, COLORADO — MORNING

As thin as air and as light as snow. The sunlight streaming through the basement window causes you to stir awake once more, Ellie is sitting up in between you and Joel, and she asks, “Do you have to inject him again?” Tiredly, you nod and carefully push yourself up, raising a hand to his forehead to check his temperature. You lift a portion of the shirt while Ellie watches you move skillfully, you sigh in relief as you inspect the injury and the wound already looks slightly better and then you lift your own shirt to see your own abdomen healing as well, you look up to Ellie who tearily laughs, “Thank fucking God.” As you prepare to administer another dose of penicillin, Ellie puts on her jacket and beanie, “I’m gonna go outside and feed the horses, I’ll be back.” You smile, “Please be careful.” She nods and is quick to run up the steps, and you undress Joel once more to inject the antibiotic into his thigh. You place him back into his jeans and place the blanket over him again, wiping away the sweat from his brows as you try and catch your breath. You then let your hand slide down, cupping his cheek tenderly, “Come back to us, Joel. Please, we still need you.” Kissing his head and then laying down to rest next to him, allowing your body to melt with his, the past two days have drained most of your reserved energy, you drift off into a deep slumber.

The crows caw violently as they fly away from the approaching danger, the leaves shake and swirl all around and Ellie is quick to investigate. She hugs the fence and crouches down to see David and his men quickly approaching, searching for Ellie and her two guardians. She curses and dashes back to the house, her boots heavily thudding against the wooden steps down to the basement, she first tries to wake you, but you don’t even stir, you have no more energy to give, each part of you spent trying to care for both of them and barely trying to keep yourself alive. Ellie panics and turns to Joel, shaking and yelling at him, “Joel! Joel, wake up. Joel, wake the fuck up, Joel.”

Ellie moves away to unsheath the knife from his bag and Joel forces his eyes open, she moves back to place the large blade on his chest, grabbing his hand so he could hold it, saying, “Okay, okay, look at me. There are men coming, okay? Birdie isn’t waking up and she’s probably exhausted from all of this. I’m gonna lead them away from you two but if anybody makes it down here, you fucking kill them. You got it?” He does reply, still barely conscious and Ellie snaps her fingers at him, “Joel. Joel, do not fall asleep. She needs you to keep her safe. I need you to keep her safe. Do not fall asleep.”

There isn’t enough time to form a reply to Ellie, she instantly bolts up the steps, placing a large cabinet to block and conceal the basement entrance. His eyes close once more, like a final puzzle piece, It all makes perfect sense to him. The heaviness that he holds in his heart's been crushing him.

ABANDONED SUBURBAN HOUSE, COLORADO — DAY

Joel hears the sound of footsteps from above, each thud causing him to jolt awake from his slumber, he tilts his head to find your beautiful figure stirring, as if your body senses the danger. He pushes himself up from the mattress, having one mission in mind, keeping you safe and alive. He shushes you, kissing away the lines on your forehead, and slowly they disappear. He hears the cabinet being moved, and quickly hides his figure, not enough time or strength yet to hide you as he limps to hide in the shadows.

The sound of floorboards creaks with each step the intruder takes, slowly approaching the landing of the staircase. He sees your resting figure deep asleep and quickly glances around the basement to see if the man who killed his friend was here. This was the moment Joel wished he was younger, quicker, and not in the worst fucking physical pain he has ever felt. The man approaches you, eyes glinting with starvation as he licks his lips, he dives onto you, nailed your wrists to the mattress, and covers your mouth as you screamed awake, shrieking and kicking, screaming for Joel. Your voice threw itself over the edge of your throat and landed at the bottom of your belly. The same way Richard did that night, you cry loudly as you continue to kick and struggle through the flashbacks of the past you had buried.

The sound of screaming from Ali haunts your mind as you hit Richard with all of your strength, he covers your mouth and you bite it fiercely, he curses and spits at you, “You fucking bitch. Come here.” You kneed him, hard, in the genitals, he folds over and you crawl over to the toolboxes on the table above you, he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him.  

You were fighting harder than before. The guy is removing his belt and pulling down his pants. You can barely contain your cries, a bird with a broken wing. You didn’t know when your being and body became something that took up too much space.

You kick him with your other foot again, using your fingernails and clawing his face and skin. This catches him off guard, releasing your ankle, you take the opportunity to grab a metal wrench, swing at him, and walloped him on the head, repeatedly, the crunch of his skull as you hack into him with every pent-up rage you had harbored over the years. Your anger often melts into sadness, it will just disintegrate into shame or fear, and your clenched teeth release into chatter. But he has found the right mix of arrogance and abuse. Telling you again how you are just not understanding the point, reminding you how he is an expert, touching your knee, thigh, and lower back, ignoring you twice, three times, continuing to talk over your screams and plea to stop. Some of us are born chasing disaster. From the moment you entered this world, screaming, you are looking for lightning, the raw of your body, always searching for clever hands.

Joel appears from the shadows, every fiber, every vein, pumping him full of adrenaline, and pure raw rage you have never seen before from him. His eyes were a deep rich black, and his eyebrows were pulled so close together, the lines on his forehead were so prominent as if they were canals and channels of rivers. He pulls the man off of your shaking body, and stabs the man from behind, hitting a part of his neck of the predator, he begins to struggle and you push yourself away from the fight, your back hitting the wall and trying to calm down to no avail. By the time the man has passed out, Joel rolls over to his side, pushing himself up and crawling to you.

When Joel makes it to your scared and confused figure, at first you try punching and kicking at him too, still in survival mode. But he manages to grab you and is desperately hauling you to his chest, one hand cradling your head, the other wrapped around your waist as you loudly wail and dry heave, he rocks your bodies back and forth and strokes your head, trying to soothe your hysteria, “I’m so sorry darlin’, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, my sweet hummin’ bird. Shh, I’m here. I’m so, so, sorry. I’m right here.” 

You were sitting at the back of an ambulance vehicle, a blanket placed over you, the flashing lights and sirens blending together with the occasional radio chatter from an officer. The blood on your hands had dried and stuck to your skin, across from you Ali was giving her statement on what had happened as an EMT continued to check over you, finding bruises on every part of your body. Strangely enough, you felt numb, there was no ounce of guilt or remorse for what had occurred and transpired. You look up at the officer, his pity radiates off of him, and you barely hear him ask for your statement only for the EMT to shoo him off, telling him to come back later, you were still in shock.

You slowly raise your chin, eyes dancing at the sight of the commotion. Like blueprints constantly being rearranged, over microscopes you plan and strain. But every sighting is proof and every heartbeat proves it too.

When it hurts too much, you might fall in love with someone with only one touch. The light shines brightest in the darkest places. Even if truth weighs more than fiction, gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls the tape and you become brave once more. You persevered despite the dangers and never-ending tight escapes, and you are still alive. Nobody will ever be able to comprehend the struggles you had to go through inside just to recover, just to develop, to get to where you are now. Be proud of yourself for battling to save yourself. Be proud of how you managed to survive.

THE ABANDONED SUBURBS, COLORADO — DAY

Joel eventually manages to calm you down, centering you, he tells you, “Darlin’, we need to find Ellie. Okay? You have to continue being brave for me, okay? Can you do that?” He wipes away your tears as you nod, he kisses your forehead and holds your face gently, “There’s my girl. C’mon.” He gets the both of you to stand, and you both drag the man up the steps, not caring if he would sometimes groan in pain. You didn’t have a very violent side, it takes a lot to push you to your limits, but when it does burst out of you, it happens in one go, and it is a blur each time you lash out.

The rattling of the branches causes your ears to perk up in alertness, and Joel lets the predator thump loudly upon the cold snow on purpose. Joel asks you to hide behind the shed, wanting to take care of the other man himself. You hear a voice call out, “Timothy?” And you spot the second raider walking through the broken fence, taking the bait as he spots who you now know as Timothy struggling face down on the crisp white snow, “Oh, shit.” He kneels on the ground to try and help his friend, but Joel comes at him with a force so strong as he hits the man on the head with the butt of the rifle, he falls to the ground instantly and becomes unconscious.

Both of you work together to prop the both of them up into the house, taping both of them with duct tape, and Joel needs to do the rest of the work out of guilt and shame, forcing you to wait down on the steps of the basement. You hear him beating the shit out of Timothy, and he wails in pain with every strike, “Stop, stop. Please.” Your lips form a line and hug your body as you decide to quietly walk up the steps, peeking at the sight.

Your mouth parts open, watching Joel’s violence happen in front of you in real-time. A satisfying crunch could be heard with each punch Joel throws at your assailant, you take a good long look at your man, and can’t help the way your breathing quickened at the thought of him protecting you and trying to save Ellie from these bastards. There is no evil in Joel’s eye, just pure focus and exhaustion. You hear the other voice beg, “Leave him alone.” To which Joel roughly replies, “You’re next.” He pulls out the knife from his back pocket and Timothy begs, “Please, I don’t know any girl.” Joel stabs him in the knee and he yells in pain, “Oh, fuck!” And the other attacker exclaims, “Jesus!” You feel goosebumps rise from every portion of your skin and try to steady your breathing once more. Timothy calls for his friend, “Marco!” And Joel grabs Timothy by his hair, roughly pulling it to get him to look at the man you cared for, his voice drops lower, “No, no, no. He can’t help you. You focus right here. Or I’ll pop your fuckin’ kneecap off.”

If Joel asked you anything in that tone, you would do anything in a heartbeat. You smile knowingly but quickly shake your head at those thoughts, needing to find Ellie. “She’s alive,” Timothy says as he is dripping in blood and the taste of copper buzzes in the air. Joel shakes his head as he asks, “Where?” Timothy doesn’t immediately respond to which Joel twists the knife impaled in his knee, and he begins to cry in pain, “Fuck! Fuck! The town!” Joel's voice booms so loudly, you watch as his spit flies in the air, the room felt like it was shaking and every part of your body felt the vibrations as he yelled, “What town?!” Timothy pants in fear and pain, “Silver Lake.” Joel pushes his head backward and cries out in ache. 

Joel pulls out the map from his back pocket and unfolds it, Timothy begins to stumble over his words as he spoke, “It’s not a real town name. It’s a resort.” Joel’s eyes narrow, “A resort?” Then he quickly pulls the knife from his kneecap, the blood squirting out as he does, Timothy is crying out again but your eyes only watch how efficiently Joel moves. He stands and shoves the handle of the knife into Timothy’s mouth, and your posture shifts, you are now blinking wildly at his actions, and the unexpected rush of heat flows in every direction of your body, you swallow in anticipation.

Joel’s voice is gruff and grave as he instructs him, “You’re gonna point to where we are and where you’re ‘resort’ is. And it better be the exact same spot your buddy points to.” Timothy cries as he nods and the muffled sound of his reply, ”Okay.” He does as he is told, his blood becoming the markers of where you are and where you were now heading. Timothy drops the knife from his mouth, letting it fall to his lap, “That’s where we are. I swear.” Joel falls to his knees as he takes in the information, looking down directly at the map and then his hard gaze looks up as Timothy continues to beg, “Go ask him. He’ll tell you. I’m not lying.” There is no moment to react as Joel takes the knife, stands up, and stabs him right through the chest, he wails and screams, and you inadvertently flinch in shock, Joel twists the knife, letting his anger take over. Marco cries out to Joel, “No, No! Shit! Jesus! No! Why the fuck would you do that?! He told you what you wanted!”

Joel walks over to the chair on the side and grabs the rusty metal pipe atop it. The man you have journeyed with, kissed, and cared for is now pushed to his limits. He is tall and domineering over Marco as he squirms and curses at him, “You motherfucker. Fuck you. I ain’t tellin’ you shit.” Joel nods, his voice as bold as whiskey, deep and rich, “You see that woman over there by the corner, watchin’? That’s my girl. Your buddy over there was gon’ touch what is mine. And no one fuckin’ touches anythin’ that’s mine.”

Your eyebrows raise and your breathing lazily declines, as your system creates sparks and tingles all over your skin. The very sensitive part of you aches for Joel, and you allow yourself to lust over him. He claimed you right here, you are his girl, and anyone who hurts you would pay the price. A brutal and torturous death.

“And you know what, it’s okay. I believe him.” Joel said, and raises the pipe and Marco begs, “No, no. No!” The crunching sound of his skull being pried open, Joel using every bit of muscle and strength as he beats him to his death, blood splatters on the wall and the floor, he lets out his rage, and you enjoy every bit of violence that he exhibits right now, knowing he would never hurt you, just the people who threatened you and Ellie’s safety.

By the time Joel drops the pipe to the ground, you are no longer peeking around the corner, you are visibly standing a few feet away behind him, as his broad shoulders rise and fall from his heavy breathing. You are well aware of the shadows in your heart, but you want to feel tectonic shifts and as he turns to face you, he sees the wide-eyed beautiful woman he has given his heart to, not a single bit afraid, yet he can’t help but ask, “So you know all about me?” You nod, “Yes.” He questions, “And you still want me?” You close the distance between the both of you, gently cupping the side of his face. There is no hesitation in your response, “I want you all the more.”

You pack what you can and trek through the snow, the blizzard, and the wind is harsh and colder, you and Joel stumble about but keep pushing on, trying to get to Ellie on time. Joel holds your hand in his, guiding you to the resort on the map, he clutches a stone pillar of an establishment, and you tug his sleeve as you spot the trail of blood staining the icy snow. You and he follow the bloody path and break into the locked door that the trail leads to with the butt of his rifle, ushering you inside and then slamming the large wooden door shut. You and Joel catch your breath, and turn on your flashlights, letting them shine through the dark. You both have your guns drawn at the ready, inspecting the building, Joel crouches down to the bottom shelf, finding Ellie’s pack. You walk deeper into the dark house, following the trail of blood, and pushing past the doors. He finds both of your horses inside, the room and you blink away the tears as you continue to try and be brave. You tiredly bring your flashlight up to hear the weird creaky noise from behind the canoes, you feel Joel behind you as he also points his flashlight to a gruesome sight.

Every step you took was a confirmation, needing to reassure yourself that this was actually in front of you, you had known there was a character named David who was a cannibal but were not fully aware when that would happen or if it would even occur. You  cannot utter the careful words that you needed, you could barely speak out loud. Your heart pounded, your head spun and your eyes saw the three human bodies tied up by their ankles without any heads. It took everything in you not to throw up right there, feeling the reflex crawl up your throat, holding back from gagging at the sight in disgust. Joel stands there speechless as he stares at the dangling corpses, you reach for his hand for comfort, and he squeezes your own as you shakily breathe in and out.

You both exit the building, and point your nose up in the air, smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house. You and Joel rush to the source of the grey clouds of smoke and hear the loud door opening, Ellie’s shaken figure dazedly walking away from the scene. Joel swiftly catches up to the teen and grabs her from behind, which causes Ellie to go back into fight mode, she kicks and screams, “No! Get off of me!” She squirms in his arms, screaming and begging, “Get off!” Joel turns her around, and it takes her a bit to calm down and realize it’s you and Joel, “It’s me.” Joel says and Ellie falls to her knees crying, and punching him. He holds Ellie’s head in her hand, saying, “It’s me. Hey, look. It’s me. It’s me. It’s okay.” And Ellie almost can’t speak, as she hugs him, finally feeling safe. At this moment, Joel says, “It’s okay, baby girl. I got you.”

Though not the promised land, nor any perfect plan along your neutral path, there was a single lowered branch. Your ears are ringing at the slightest sound. Like a huge piano descending a million stairs slowly. The noises it produces, however, are only the growing pains of mending. You bring your arms around Ellie, and as the three of you hug, ​​every wrong will be made right, what was adamant, even permanent will have a change of heart and mind. In your disbelief, you'll clear your eyes as if you're seeing light for the very first time. Joel pulls away quickly to remove his jacket to place it over Ellie, holding his backpack in his other hand. The three of you walk away from the smell of smoke, miles away, clutching each other afraid and vulnerable, three panicked souls in the cold, for now, the dissonance disappears.

END NOTES

HORRAY VIOLENCE! (this is a joke- do I need to explain that-) I know, I KNOW THE CHAPTER IS SOOO SHORT PLS THERE WERENT ENOUGH SCENES CALMMMM IM JUST AS SAD but there is only so much I can dOOooo Many songs, quotes, and poems inspired me for this chapter HNGGG THESE WERE VERY VERY exPLICIT AND vIOLENT scenes to write and convey. Some parts of the story were taken from experiences I personally had by literally existing as a woman. The feeling of being unsafe and being taken advantage of is a sad and harsh reality of this world.  YAY FOR TAKING CARE OF JOEL AND GUIDING ELLIE… EVEN THOUGH MF UR STILL INJURED TOO GIRL CHILLLLL RIP HORSEY NOOOOOOOO At first, when I was writing this chapter for both Episodes 7 and 8, I was like, “Fuck, maybe I made a wrong call, Birdie shouldn’t have gotten hurt and should’ve got captured with Ellie.” And then I sat and thought about that for a good 3 hours, and realized that it would be a huge mistake, because Ellie and Joel still needed their resolve, meaning Ellie had to survive on her own for a while. Because there will be times when adults can’t always protect or shield their child from inevitable pain or problems. And essentially, you and Joel already had your own moment last chapter tehe David had it comin’ and only had hiMSELF TO BLAMEEEEE FUCK YOU CREEP, PREDATOR, ABUSER, STINKY MF MAN, YOU GOT WHAT YOU DESERVED yEaHHHH GET HIM ELLIE!  Bella Ramsy shrieking as she drives the knife into his chest multiple times, and then her last note faltering at the end, absolutely shattered every bit of my being, I love her, she’s so fucking talented, 5/5 stars cast mwah <;3 The way I would give literally anYTHING TO BE HUGGED BY PEDRO LIKE THAT IN COMFORT T^T damn aGHHHH hORRAY MORE PARARALALALLELS WITH YOU AND ELLIE! Fighting for your life and your friend's life in that lab, at this point the school should pay for your therapy bill lol fUCK U RICHARD Also, it’s important to note, the night in that lab was a highly traumatic experience for Birdie, so she essentially froze a tiny bit when she felt like it was happening again. feel free to send me an ask if you have any kweschons, quonserns or klarifiqaystions :> - Grace

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Cover me

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Pairing: og8 X gn reader

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 7.3K

A/N: Major trigger warning because this was a request where SKZ finds out you were sexually assaulted. This is another one of the darkest drabbles I've made so far. Eight different scenarios and multiple trigger warnings are posted before the drabbles like usual.

If you've been through any of this, I am so sorry and it is most certainly not your fault. Please don't blame yourself for the actions of others. To the lovely person who requested this, I hope this can help, at least, a little piece of you <3

_ _ _

Chan:

TW: Sexual assault at work, workplace verbal harassment and assault, heavily implied rape, blood, depression, and self-hatred.

Despite the warning signs, despite how uncomfortable it made you, you didn’t realize it was ever going to go that far. The latest co-worker that your job had just hired. You didn’t think anything of it when you smiled the first time you met him. 

It started with you smiling at him and then him cracking jokes around you. It was all innocent until it wasn’t. One day his hands found your shoulders. You remember how warm they were as he dug his fingers into your flesh. You politely shrugged him off and went about your day. 

After that, it went further. Little things he did here and there that made you uncomfortable, but you refused to speak up because you didn’t want to be told you were being dramatic. You didn’t want to risk escalating the situation. 

He started hanging around your work area more. He waited for you by your car just so he could speak to you before you left. He was always standing too close for comfort. Even if you took another step back, he took another forward. 

Further and further you shrank into yourself. Every time you made yourself smaller, it was a victory in his eyes. Always in your space, hands on your shoulders, he ran his fingers through your hair. Even though you already explained you had a boyfriend, he didn’t respect that, he took it as a challenge. 

The casual comments about liking your accessories and outfits continued until they became verbal harassment. Your eyes went to the floor and shame filled your body when he talked about how well you filled out your jeans, how much he would please you, how much he’d make you happy. 

You changed your shifts to get away and you thought that was enough. It was for a few weeks. It was until he changed shifts too and suddenly you were in the break room defenseless and alone and when you turned around, there he was looking at you like a piece of meat. 

A piece of you died in that break room as you were cornered and taken advantage of. You couldn’t scream due to the shock. Your brain disassociated trying to save you from the heart-shattering reality of what was happening. 

When you came home that night bleeding, you couldn’t look your boyfriend in the eyes. You showered and slipped into your pajamas and pretended like it never happened. You slept all night, you slept for half the day until you awoke and remembered what happened all over again. 

Three days later, you locked yourself in the bathroom and called into work sick once more. You explained that you were down with the flu and it was bad. You rarely missed work unless you were sick, your boss understood and wished you well. 

When you came out of the bathroom, Chan stood with his arms crossed. You attempted to swallow the lump in your throat. It was his day off and he had been sleeping, but he must have woken up when you got out of bed to call into work. 

“Baby, what’s going on? You’re not sick with the flu, but you’ve been down for the past few days.” He walked towards you and gently cupped your cheeks in his hands. 

He had always been like this with you. So gentle and so soft. He never dug into your delicate skin and left bruises. He didn’t take advantage of you when you were alone. He didn’t jerk your body in uncomfortable positions. He didn’t degrade you to the point of tears. Most importantly, he didn’t make you hate yourself. 

You didn’t hate yourself until now. All that time you spent bettering yourself and working on your self-confidence was shattered. It had only been three days, but you couldn’t even imagine how it could get better from here. Your eyes stung and you blinked rapidly trying to hold back the tears. 

“Did something happen at work?” 

That was enough to make your knees collapse. Your throat closed up as Chan rushed to catch you. He managed to catch you by your waist and pulled you towards him. Your arms wrapped around him tightly. You promised yourself you weren’t going to make a big deal out of it, but it was killing you. 

This thing, this secret, it was rotting you from the inside out. You didn’t want everyone to know. You didn’t want their pity and their doleful looks. You didn’t want to deal with the fall out of it all. You’d have to explain over and over and over, but you had to get it out. 

So you blubbered through your tears and sniffled through a snotty nose. Chan’s face fell, but he listened to everything you had to say. His arms tightened around you to pull you closer to him. You clutched onto him like he was the only thing that could keep you afloat through all of this. 

“I-I don’t want to go back,” you admitted through tears. “I can’t deal with him again. What if it happens again?” 

“It’s not going to happen again because I won’t let it. You don’t have to go back there.” He wiped away your tears. “Let’s take this one step at a time, alright?” 

You nodded and choked back another sob. 

“Let’s get some food in your system and we’ll go from there. You don’t have to think about the future right now. Just focus on me. Let me take care of you.” 

You let your head fall into his chest. He placed his chin onto your head. A quiet “thank you” fell from your lips. A sigh left your body and you began to relax. 

“Just rest now, I’ve got you.”

_ _ _

Lee Know:

TW: Sexual assault by a parent and self-hatred.

“Do you really love me?” 

Minho’s question caught you off guard. You scrunched up your eyebrows in confusion and turned to look at him. “Is that a joke question? Of course, I love you. Why wouldn’t I? I am dating you, aren’t I?” 

“You won’t meet my parents.” He glanced up from his chair at the bar counter. “Why else won’t you meet them? I’ve asked you like three times if you’ll come with me to meet them and you keep turning down my offer. What am I supposed to think?” 

You tightened your grip on the wooden spoon in your hand. You knew this was coming, but you weren’t expecting it to be today. Your fingers went pale and your heart beat began to pick up. 

You heard it hammering in your ears. The soft pitter-patter had turned into a Friday night football drumline; booming and pounding so loud that it blocked out everything else. You kept your eyes down at the pitcher of lemonade you were making. 

“If you don’t want to be with me anymore, you can tell me. It’ll hurt, but being with me when you don’t want to is only going to hurt each of us more. I can g-” 

“It’s not that,” you finally found your voice. “It’s not that at all. It’s a complicated situation and it’s a lot.” 

“Why don’t you explain it to me then? I’m sure I’ll understand.” Minho set his elbow down on the table and placed his chin in his palm. His boba eyes studied your face. 

You poured another cup of sugar into the pitcher. You kept this buried deep inside of you and rarely told anyone. It was too embarrassing, too shameful, too humiliating. It made you feel sick and unloveable. Thinking about it now caused your stomach to tangle into knots.

“I’m sure your parents are lovely people. You talk about how much you love them. You talk about how much, specifically your mom, takes care of your cats when you’re away. Your parents sound amazing. I’m sure you had incidents with them occasionally, but for the most part, you have a good relationship with them.”  

“And?” 

“My parents were nothing like yours. You talk about how much you appreciate your parents. How loving they treat your cats. How happy they are to support you in your career and all your dreams. Your parents are what parents should be.” 

“I had a parent,” you sucked in a deep breath, “that did things to me that I can never forget. Your parents would never dare do anything like that to me. I know they wouldn’t because I trust you and you trust them. However, I can’t help, but worry that it’ll happen.” 

He pushed himself up and walked towards you. His hand found yours and he gently squeezed it. “My parents aren’t going to yell at you if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“That’s no-” 

“They wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone you.” His other hand cupped the side of your face. Your cheeks went red and he brushed a light thumb against the apple of your cheek. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” 

You shrugged. Part of you wanted to, but another part wanted it to remain hidden. It was an internal battle that battered back and forth. He gave you a reassuring smile and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Minho?” You finally got out. 

“Hmm?” 

“One of my p-parents,” your voice wobbled, “they sexually assaulted me when I was a child. I didn’t know until I was older, but I…” You trailed off. 

He tugged you into his arms. A hand found your back and he began to rub your back. “I had no idea, so I’m sorry.” 

“No,” you shook your head, “I should be the one apologizing. Your parents want to meet me and I-” 

“Shh.” 

You shut your eyes and went quiet. 

“Don’t apologize. I’ll tell them you’re working through some personal stuff and they’ll understand. You don’t have to meet them until you're ready. You can take all the time you need, alright? Don’t worry about meeting them right now.” 

“Thank you.” 

He bent down and kissed the top of your head. His other hand continued rubbing your back. You kept listening to the thrum of his heartbeat. It was the only thing that kept you from breaking down completely.

_ _ _

Changbin:

TW: Mentions of sexual assault by a female friend, underage drinking, blacking out, and paranoia around women.

“I can’t believe you bought so many clothes,” you teased and jabbed a light elbow into Changbin’s side. 

“They’re not just clothes! They’re athletic wear and they’re all my size. Imagine how good those compression shirts are going to make me look when I lift in them. They’re going to make me look hot.” 

“You already look hot.” 

“They’ll show off my muscles and I’ll look even hotter.” 

The two of you were side-by-side in a mall heading towards the exit. Changbin wanted to do some shopping and you offered to tag along. The two of you went from store to store until Changbin finally found the shirts he wanted. 

“We probably could have started in the sporting store to begin with.” 

“Yeah, but what fun is that? We wouldn’t have been able to look at everything.” He reached down and locked a hand around yours. “It was nice to look around and get some steps in.” 

The two of you continued talking until you were near the exit. A large group of teenage girls were streaming inside laughing with each other. One of them was widely gesturing and screwing around. 

You stopped in your tracks which caused Changbin to pause too. He glanced back over his shoulder at you. “Are you okay?” A frown sat on his face. 

You nodded your head. “Yeah, yeah, I just-”  You dropped his hand and walked behind him, so you were on the other side. He shifted his bags into the other hand. Your hand went back into his. “That’s better.” 

He playfully rolled his eyes and chuckled. “You’re scared of a bunch of teenage girls? That seems a little silly.”  

You shrugged not wanting to talk about it. They walked past the two of you not even batting an eye. He tugged you outside and continued to talk about his most recent purchases. 

When you two got to his car, you opened up the passenger door and climbed inside. You buckled and stayed quiet. Your gaze went out the window and it stayed there while the two of you headed home. The ride was silent and uncomfortable after a while. 

Changbin shifted in his seat and sighed. “Are you mad at me because I teased you in the mall? I was just screwing around. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” 

“It’s whatever,” you mumbled.  

“Can you, at least, tell me why you have a thing against women? Whenever we’re somewhere and you see a few, you kinda freak out. Do you hate them or something?” 

Your fingernails dug into the skin of your thighs. You shut your eyes before you sucked in a deep breath and spoke. “I guess I’m a victim of the past. I know I should get over it because it’s been a while, but it still haunts me.” 

Changbin frowned and kept his eyes on the road. “What do you mean? Did something happen?” 

“I don’t want to ruin the mood. It’s not a big deal.” You pushed your forehead up against the cool glass of the passenger window. “It’s just one of the reasons why I am the way I am,” you shrugged. 

“Okay, now you have to tell me.” 

You remained quiet for a while before you pulled back. Your head rested against the back of the leather seat. Your eyes shut for a few moments until you spoke. 

“Back when I was in high school, I was friends with a girl. The two of us were close and we had a good friendship. I mean, at least, I thought we did until we went to a party together and I got drunk.” 

Changbin stayed silent listening to the story. 

“It was high school and stupid. We were underage and had alcohol as minors. It was the first time I drank and I trusted her because I was with her. She was barely drinking, but I was drinking a lot. I ended up getting so drunk, I blacked out.” 

“Oh?” 

“When I woke up, I woke up to her sexually assaulting me.” 

“Oh,” Changbin’s face fell. 

“I know I shouldn’t think every woman I come across is going to hurt me, but it haunts me. It’s stupid, I know, but I-” 

“It’s not stupid. Someone you trusted took advantage of you. If guys assault people and women become scared of them, the opposite can happen too. Just because it was a woman, it doesn’t mean you can’t be nervous around them.” 

You slowly nodded and reopened your eyes. Your hands folded over each other on your lap. You swallowed the lump in your throat and glanced back outside. The scenery was a great distraction for your sudden confession. 

“I’m sorry I teased you in the mall. I just thought you were afraid of teenagers. I didn’t know you had a valid reason for it. It won’t happen again.” 

“It’s alright, I should learn to get over it anyway.” 

“What you went through was rough. That’s not something you can just forget about.” He leaned an opened hand towards you. You let your hand fall into his and wrapped your fingers around his. “Healing can be a challenging thing.” 

“Thank you for not making fun of me after speaking about it.” 

“Now why would I do that? Has that happened before?” His eyebrows pinched together. “What a bunch of assholes. We’re going to get ice cream and it’s my treat. No meanies allowed.”

_ _ _

Hyunjin:

TW: Sexual assault by a teacher, sexual grooming, self-hatred, and paranoia around teachers/academic professors.

Hyunjin leaned over the back of the couch staring at you. His head rested on his folded arms. You rambled about the job you hated once again. Once you graduated high school, you opted not to go to college. So far, you hadn't found anything you liked. 

Customer service made you want to gouge out your eyes. If one more person was snarky to you, you were considering punching them or quitting. Maybe even both at this point. You were fed up with being disrespected. 

Hyunjin listened quietly to your ramble until you finished with a sigh. He perked his head up and stared at you. “You do know what I’m going to tell you, right?” 

“Don’t say it,” you mumbled. 

“Why don’t you go to college? You have so many interests and you’d be good at any of them. You could take out loans, yeah, but you could also apply for scholarships.” He flopped himself over the back of the couch. “You’re intelligent and talented, you could make it.” 

You groaned and put your head in your hands. “I’ve already told you I don’t want to do that,” you grumbled. 

“You’re right, but you’ve never explained why exactly. Seriously, why don’t you want to go? You were good in school and you always like to be challenged. Are you worried you won’t be good at it? I know you’re competitive, but you don’t have to be the best in the class.” 

“Because I just don’t!” You snapped, feeling defensive and annoyed. “Stop trying to peer pressure me into doing something I don’t want to do!” 

“But why don’t you? You could have a career in a field you love and I-” 

“Because I don’t want to be groomed by a teacher again!” You spat. His eyes widened and you instantly slammed a hand over your mouth. The two of you stared at each other before you pulled your hand away. “Pretend I didn’t say that.” 

He shoved himself up. “You can’t just say that and not explain. What happened when you were younger? Were you really groomed?” 

“It was a long time ago,” you weakly got out. “It was high school and I was so naive. He was older and attractive and I liked that attention. I really thought he cared about me.” 

“How long did this go on for?” 

“About a year and a half until a student snitched because they caught us being intimate in the classroom.” Shame filled you and you dropped your head. “It was humiliating to live through that. The news spread like wildfire and everyone found out. The teachers, the students, the parents, and even surrounding schools.” 

Hyunjin frowned. 

“I don’t want to go through it again,” you managed to get out. “It was shameful and humiliating. It was the worst time period of my life. My parents forced me to testify against him in court and-” Tears filled your eyes. “I used to think I really loved him until I got older and realized what was happening.” 

 “And now you’re worried it’ll happen again if you go to college?” 

You weakly nodded your head and sniffled. Using the back of your hand, you wiped snot from your nose. Hyunjin got up and walked over to you. Ignoring your waterworks and snot, he wrapped his arms around you. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

“I want to go to college, but the idea makes me nervous. I know I’d be good at it. I know I could make it work out. I just don’t want to be groomed again.” 

“Have you ever considered online college? You’d have professors, but it’d be online. You wouldn’t have to deal with seeing them in person.” 

“I guess I haven’t really thought about that option.” 

“If you want to look into it more, I’ll help you. Try not to peer pressure yourself too much.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Take all the time you need. I’ll always be here if you need to talk more.” 

_ _ _

Han:

TW: Child-on-child sexual assault by a female cousin, child pornography, grief, and resentment.

“And I tried to tell him that he looked like an idiot, but I-” Han leaned forward and waved his hand in front of your face. “Hey, are you listening to me?” 

You pulled your eyes from the two younger kids across the way. The two of them were playing in the interior playground built into the fast food place. You forced your eyes to go back to Han. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” 

“I was trying to say that Changbin was lo-” 

You zoned out again. Your eyes went back over to the two kids. They looked happy chasing each other around the colorful tubes. One scrambled and dived into the inside of the tube. The other rushed after them. Their giggles were loud and reached your table. 

Realizing you weren’t paying attention again, Han glanced over his shoulder to see what you were looking at. Their parents were talking and sitting down at a table nearby, so they could keep an eye on them. 

“Do you know them?” Han asked. His eyes went to your face again. 

You shook your head and forced your eyes back to the table. You picked up a french fry and put it into your mouth. The fries, you previously had been enjoying, now made your stomach churn. You forced yourself to swallow it and took a sip of your drink. 

Han glanced back over his shoulder before he looked at you with a frown. “What was that about? Are you sure you don’t know them? You look almost sad.” 

“I just miss childhood, I guess.” 

Your reasoning was pathetic and Han wasn’t sure he believed you. He closed the lid on his burger box. “Do you want to get out of here?” 

You nodded and stood up. Your food was only half eaten, but the idea of consuming anymore of it made you nauseous. The two of you cleaned up your stuff and placed it back into the bag it came in. Han rolled it down and carried it. He let you lead the way out of the building. 

The salty fries and grease from hamburgers was replaced with fresh air. You sucked in a mouthful and closed your eyes. The sun was setting and Han slipped his hand in yours. He tugged you across the parking lot and back towards your apartment. 

The two of you were quiet on the sidewalk until Han spoke up again. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about whatever that was? It looked like it really upset you. You don’t have to hide anything from me.” 

“I know.” 

He stayed quiet and continued walking with you. His hand sent a reassuring squeeze to yours. You stayed quiet for a while until you broke the silence. “Do you ever feel guilty for things that happened during childhood?” 

“Like for things I did when I was a kid? Sure. I had an older brother, so I did a fair amount of stealing and pissing off my parents.” He shrugged and chuckled. “That’s just how some kids are, I suppose.” 

“Not like that.” 

“What do you mean?” 

You glanced around making sure the two of you were alone. Once the coast was clear, you spoke again. “I lied when I told you I never had a cousin.” 

“You…you lied about your cousin?” 

“It’s a sensitive topic. She’s a few years older than me and she meant everything to me when I was a kid. She was like the older sister that I never had. She was everything I wanted to be.” 

Han listened in silence. 

“There was a day when everything went wrong. She was babysitting me like she did before. My parents paid her to babysit me and she wanted to play a game that involved us taking our clothes off.” 

He frowned, “oh no.” 

“If you have an idea of where you think this is going, you’re correct. Things escalated to touching and then she took photos. We were both minors at the time, but…” You trailed off. “I’ve been to a therapist before. She says that qualifies as sexual assault, but my cousin was just a kid too.” 

“Did this go on for a while?” 

“Months until her parents found the photos she took of me on her phone. I don’t really know what happened after that. She stopped coming over and her parents moved away. We’re still related, but neither one of us has ever reached out to each other.” 

“That sounds awful. I’m sorry that happened to you.” He squeezed your hand once more. “So when you were looking at those kids…” 

“They reminded me of my cousin and I before things went wrong. We were happy and we also played our fair share of tag. Sorry for ruining our dinner together. I wasn’t trying to destroy the mood.” 

“You didn’t ruin anything.” 

“Han?” Your voice wavered a little. 

“Hmm?” 

“Is it wrong to still be angry?” Your words came out in a whisper. “Is it wrong to hate her even though we were both kids? Is it wrong to be upset years later?” 

“It’ll never be wrong.” He paused, let go of your hand, and turned to face you. “You went through something really difficult with someone you trusted. It seems like there’s a lot of hurt still trapped inside and it’s a tender subject.” 

“I think she was a victim too.” Tears filled your eyes. “I think she learned it from somewhere. I think someone was doing it to her. I should have spoken up and helped her sooner.” 

“But you were just a kid too. You didn’t know. Even if that did happen and you think that now, you don’t know for sure. That doesn’t take away from what happened to you. You still went through something life-changing and heart breaking. You deserve to be able to grieve too.” 

In the middle of the sidewalk, grief washed over you. In the middle of sweetened cherry blossom trees and the whiff of burger grease. Grief punched you in the gut and squeezed your heart. 

The guilt for not speaking up. The anger for being hurt to begin with. The sadness for the innocence loss. The betrayal of being hurt by someone, a family member, you looked up to. 

Han leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. He squeezed the bag of food tighter in his hand. “I’m so sorry.” He stayed there for quite a while just holding you and letting you sit with all your emotions. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled with watery eyes as you pulled away. 

He slipped his hand back into yours. “Let’s go home and find something to do. While we’re heading there, let me tell you about this ugly jacket that Changbin bought the other day.” 

Felix:

TW: Sexual assault by a stranger, social anxiety, and paranoia.

Social anxiety was hard. Outside in public, people were minding their own business. In reality, everyone was too caught up in their own worlds to focus on you. However, your brain was sure everyone was against you. Whenever someone glanced your way, you were convinced they were judging you and planning your demise. Every laugh that people shared, they were laughing at you. 

It was a difficult thing to live with, but ever since you got to know Felix, you were prepared to try and battle it. He lived his life courageously. He wasn’t afraid to venture out into the world and ask questions. He didn’t have a fear like you did. 

So when you decided to get groceries alone on a Saturday morning and reject his help, he was shocked, but he believed in you. He woke up early and was sure to text you a motivational message. He stayed glued to his phone just in case you needed him. 

You were nervous walking into the store. Every little thing had you on edge, but you were determined to do this. Exposure therapy was apparently a helpful way to help with anxiety. The more you did it, the more comfortable and relaxed you’d become with it. 

You paid close attention to your list and made sure to double, even triple, check the list to make sure you had the right items. You marked everything off and made your ways through the aisles. It was still pretty early and the store was a lot less crowded than usual. 

You were just starting to relax after passing a few customers. You held your breath each time worried that they’d say something demeaning or rude, but they never did. You were finally starting to make real progress until you felt someone’s eyes on your back. 

The hair on the back of your neck pricked up. You rounded the next aisle, glanced over your shoulder, and discovered a man standing a few feet back. His eyes were directly on yours. You ignored him and ventured on trying not to worry. 

The further you moved, the closer he got. Closer and closer and closer. You shifted yourself. You pulled out your phone and hoped he’d go away. You lingered in the pasta section hoping he’d lose interest, but he stayed there observing. 

You were almost finished when you felt something touch your back. You stiffened with your hands curling around the cart handle until your fingers went white. The unwanted hand drifted down your lower back and continued straight down. 

You didn’t know what to say. Your brain short-circuited and you panicked. The man laughed and you felt his breath on your neck. You suddenly took off as fear shot through you. You left the cart, clutched your list, and ran as fast as you could to the restrooms. 

Too afraid he’d follow you, you slipped into the disabled restroom and pulled out your phone. Tears filled your eyes and, after making sure the door was locked, you backed up. You found Felix’s number and pressed the call button. 

Felix picked up on the third ring. Before he could get out a proper greeting, he was met with the sound of your sob. You begged him to come quickly because you were scared. He tried to calm you down as best as he could. 

He didn’t understand what was fully happening. You couldn’t explain much through your cries. You felt disgusting knowing that you had just been groped by a stranger. All you wanted to do was get your groceries and go home. 

It took a total of fifteen minutes before Felix finally announced he was outside the bathroom. You pulled the door open and he stared at you with a concerned face. You launched yourself at him and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“What happened?” He questioned as he put his phone away. 

“S-Some guy, h-he just-” You hiccuped. Your throat constricted and you struggled to explain. 

Instantly, he was pissed after your blubbering explanation. He stayed directly by your side as he helped you report the man to the manager. Once another employee located the man, the police were called. The cameras matched what you reported. 

Felix refused to leave your side and didn’t let go of your hand once. He was sure to reassure you that it wasn’t your fault and you did the right thing by reporting it. It made you feel awful, but you were glad he was arrested for his actions. 

“And if you need me,” Felix continued once more, “call me.” 

“But what if you’re on tour in another country?” 

“I’m Australian. Do you really think an ocean will stop me? I’ve practically been training since birth. Doesn’t matter,” he shrugged, “I’ll swim across it.” 

Despite your messy state, you chuckled and sniffled. You wiped the remaining tears off your cheeks. “I don’t think you understand how big oceans are.” 

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll do anything for you.” 

_ _ _

Seungmin:

TW: Sexual assault by a religious leader, religious trauma, anger, guilt, and grief.

“How hot do you think hell is?” Seungmin asked. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Do you think people attempt to steal the gold from the roads in heaven?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Do you think heaven and hell actually exist?” 

You puckered your lips and forced yourself to keep your composure. “I don’t know. Why does it matter anyway? Whatever happens will happen. I don’t really want to consider burning for all eternity.” 

“Would you rather be reincarnated? I think that’d be fun. I want to come back as Changbin.” 

You hummed without really responding and went back to drinking your mug of coffee. You sipped the bitter drink debating if you should add more sugar or not. You licked your lips and decided to add another spoonful into the warm mug. 

“Didn’t you grow up religious?” Seungmin continued. “You grew up religious and you have no opinion on heaven or hell? What’s up with that?” 

“Do we have to keep talking about this? I’d rather not.” Your grip tightened around your mug. Religion was a sore subject when it came to you. “Why don’t we talk about something else more important?” 

Seungmin narrowed his eyes and scanned you up and down. “Something happened with you and religion, didn’t it? You’re bitter and angry about it now.” 

You slammed the mug down onto the counter. Steaming coffee sloshed over the side and drizzled onto your hand. “Of course, I’m fucking angry about it. You’d be pissed off too if your youth pastor sexually assaulted you and when people fucking found out out about it, they claimed he’d never do that because he’s a man of god.” 

“And then,” you continued angrily, “some people do believe you and you’re told to forgive him because that’s what God would want. Do you know how fucked up that is? Well, you should just pray and spend some time with God,” you mocked in a high pitched voice. 

“I was a teenager! My youth pastor was holding one-on-one sessions with me after church and you know what he told my mom? He told her that we were studying the bible. All he was doing was studying my goddamn body supposedly in the name of God!” 

Seungmin stared at you in shock. He knew religion was a tender subject, but he never knew why. You mentioned in passing that you were once religious. He was just asking genuine questions. Sure they were stupid, but he meant them light-heartedly. He thought it’d lead to a deeper conversation, not this. 

“I-” 

“Shut up!” You snapped. “I don’t want your pity, just fucking save it.” You stood up, stormed out of the kitchen, and walked into the bedroom. Leaving Seungmin bewildered, you slammed the door shut and threw yourself in the bed. 

You wasted no time curling the blanket over your head and cocooning beneath it. Tears flooded your eyes and you sniffled. You slung an arm across your face to wipe the salted tears away. 

Whispers of people from the past taunted you. Forgive and forget. All part of God’s big plan. That never happened. The thoughts circled, swarmed, and stung you like bees. 

As you grew up, you felt guilty about the whole thing. You were always forced to feel bad about it when it came to light. You ruined a godly man. You destroyed his reputation and when he ended up in jail, it was your fault too. 

The past constricted around your heart and squeezed. You struggled to breathe. The scabbed wound was ripped off once again and you were bleeding everywhere. Too in your head, you didn’t hear the door creak open. 

Seungmin crept inside, shut the door behind him, and whispered your name. A sob escaped your lips. He walked over, pulled the blanket off your head, and slipped into the bed beside you. His arms wrapped around your body and he tugged you close. 

You buried your head in his chest while you cried. He gently let his fingers trace invisible shapes on your back until you calmed down. It took a while and when you stopped, he began to speak. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anything like that happened to you. I won’t bring anything like that up again. You didn’t deserve to have that happen to you.” 

“Do you think,” you sucked in a shaky breath, “it was really part of God’s plan? Do you think…” Your voice wobbled and you trailed off. 

“No. I don’t know what I believe, but I don’t think some higher power would want you to go through that. I don’t think it was a blessing in disguise to find some bigger meaning in life. I think it was a horrible and terrible thing that happened to you.” 

“You don’t have to believe in anything you don’t want to. Whatever religion or spiritual thing you want to believe in, you’re allowed to. I think sometimes people are assholes and everyone is responsible for their own actions at the end of the day. People love to blame the devil or God or whoever to avoid taking accountability. It’s an easy way to try and sneak out of the consequences.” 

You stayed quiet listening to him. His hand began to rub up and down on your back. His other hand played with the ends of your hair. “I think you’re a victim and I can’t even imagine how much you’ve gone through and dealt with. You’re incredibly strong an-” 

“I’m not strong,” you whimpered. “I’m pathetic and worthless. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without still feeling sick.” 

Seungmin clutched you tighter. “You’re not pathetic and worthless. You’re beautiful and I hate that you view yourself like that. Did that dickhead get put in prison?”

You managed to nod. 

“Well, thank fuck. If I was a God, I’d strike him down with a bolt of lightning. See how he likes that and then when he’s in pain, I’d tell him it was part of God’s plan when his dick was shriveling and burnt and falling off.” 

You couldn’t stop your snort. 

“You think I’m kidding? He better watch his back. He has no idea what I’m capable of.” 

“You’re not a God,” you mumbled. 

“Oh, yeah? Where’s your proof, huh? I’ve got devoted followers that happily worship me. They sing me praises and offer me offerings. I could be a God and I could start a cult. I’d be an amazing cult leader.” 

“Oh, yeah? What’s your first order of business then?” You shifted and wiped away a few tears. 

“Pft, that’s easy. I’d make everyone start barking at Han.” 

“Why would yo-” 

“I just think it’d be funny to see him look confused and terrified as thousands of people randomly started to bark at him.” 

“You’re a menace,” you mumbled. 

“And Han’s worst nightmare. This is my revenge for the time he chucked a wallet at my head. He better think twice before crossing me again.” 

_ _ _

I.N:

TW: Sexual assault by a police officer, abuse of power, paranoia around cops, unresolved trauma, and grief.

“Oh, shit.” Jeongin mumbled as he shifted his foot and eased on the break. He hadn’t seen the cop nearby and he was going over the speed limit. 

Catching a glimpse of the cop car behind you in the side mirror, you gulped. You adjusted your eyes and placed them on the car in front of the two of you. Your fingers fiddled with each other and your anxiety began to pick up. 

Jeongin turned on his turn signal and the cop followed which only made your anxiety increase. You sucked in a shaky breath and dug your nails into your thighs. Jeongin glanced over at you and frowned. “Are you okay?” 

You nodded your head and stayed silent. He continued driving down the road. After a few more roads, the cop turned down a side street and you sucked in a deep breath. Your eyes shut and you tried to relax despite the quickened thudding of your heart. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jeongin asked. “You seem really worked up. Have you ever had an incident with a cop before?” 

“Once,” you muttered and turned your attention out the window. 

“Ah, speeding ticket? That seems to be the most common thing.” 

“Something like that.” 

He paused for a moment taking in your words. “Was it not a speeding ticket?” 

“They actually thought I was a suspect they were looking for. I matched the basic description, so I was pulled over and forced to get out of my car. I was handcuffed and everything, but then…” You trailed off not finishing your sentence. “Never mind,” you shook your head. “It was a few years ago and doesn’t really matter.” 

“You can’t leave me hanging like that. What happened next? Did they actually arrest you until they figured out they fucked up or something?” 

“They had me cuffed and with an officer for a while until they called for backup. They searched my car and had my identification card. They were trying to figure out the actual suspect’s name.” 

“I bet that was awful to go through.” 

“Mmhm.” You blinked rapidly trying to not let your tears fall. If they fell, you’d have to explain everything and you didn’t want to. 

Jeongin was Jeongin. When he realized you were super quiet, he glanced over to check on you and caught you wiping away tears. “What happened?” He frowned. “Were you actually taken to jail?” 

“I don’t thi-” 

“Please, I want to know.” 

You sucked in a shaky breath. You had never told anyone what really happened. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t think you’ll believe me,” you got out weakly. “They were a cop and I’m just a regular citizen.” 

“Did they do something to you?” 

“The cop that was gripping me and making sure I wasn’t going anywhere, they groped me. I tried to get away, but they kept yelling at me and the other cops were searching my car and-” More tears spilled down your cheeks. “Sorry for crying.” 

“It’s alright, you’re allowed to cry.” He continued to drive, but kept glancing over at you. “What happened after that?” 

“They let me go with a weak apology after they realized they misidentified me. They uncuffed me and let me go home. That was the end of it.” 

“But the cop that assaulted you, h-” 

“Nobody saw it happen. If I would have spoken up about it, it would have made things worse. I was terrified that I’d end up going to jail and I just wanted to go home. I wanted to be left alone. Ever since then, I’ve hated cops.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault. I could have spoken up, but what do you do when someone is in a position of power over you? When they have friends and they’re protected and surrounded by people,” you shrugged and let out a weak laugh. “I should just get over it. It’s not like anything is going to change. Life goes on and they keep their job.” 

“But they assaul-” 

“The world doesn’t work like that,” you shook your head. “There were no cameras in the area. The other officers weren’t paying attention. There were no witnesses, it was just them and me.” 

“I’m sorry,” he got out again. The thought of you being so vulnerable and terrified made his heart hurt. He blinked back his own tears. “That never should have happened to you.” 

“It’s whatever. It happened and it’s over.” You attempted to downplay the situation, but he could see right through you. 

“You’re allowed to grieve and be hurt. You’re allowed to be upset and angry. You can be sad too if you want to.” 

“I know.” More tears brimmed your eyes. “It’s not fair that I have to deal with all the effects and they go on with their life like nothing happened. It’s why I believe in karma. I have to believe that someday they’ll get what’s coming to them. If I don’t believe in that, it’ll destroy me.” 

After a few more moments of silence, Jeongin spoke up again. “Do you maybe want to go to an arcade and get your mind off it? I’ll pay for your stuff. We can play whack-a-mole and pretend we’re beating the shit out of the officer. I think it’d be a great way to relieve some stress.” 

“Can we get food while we’re there?” 

“Well, duh.” 

You laughed and wiped away some of your tears. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go beat up some moles.”

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Masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fanfiction #kpop fanfic #skz fanfic #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Negan Masterlist

Below you’ll find all of my Negan fictions.

Please note any trigger warnings and if a fic is 18+ before reading! 

(back to Main Masterlist)

JDM and Characters Master-Masterpost

CROSSOVERS

Prized Possession

Summary: Negan’s back at Alexandria to collect and this time he wants Rick’s prized possession; you.

Rating: 18+ - NSFW (Smut, Fluff and Angst)

Status: Complete

Chapters: 29

TW: scenes of dub-con and sexual assault

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A - Z with Negan (Smut Edition)

Summary: A short story for each letter of the alphabet exploring many different kinks and fantasies with Negan.

Rating: 18+ - every single part will be smut, some mild, some strong.

Status: Complete

Chapters: 26

TW: Knife play, Rape play

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Loyalties Lie

Summary: Dean, Y/N and Sam are doing all they can to survive in the apocalypse when they stubble across the Saviors. Negan’s striking resemblance to their father, John, has Sam weary and Dean eager to please. But Negan is leading Dean down a dark path despite Y/N and Sam’s attempts to keep him away. As things take a turn for the worst, everyone is left to question where their loyalties lie.

A TWD/SPN crossover set in The Walking Dead Universe (Around season 8)

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Major Angst, Fluff, Dark themes)

Status: Posting on Patreon - coming soon to Tumblr

Chapters: 20

Patience is a Virtue

Summary: Returning to your old high school for college placement, you find yourself being mentored by Coach Negan, the teacher you would relentlessly flirt with as a student, only this time, he’s not letting you get away with it so easily.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut and some Angst)

Parts: 2

Part One    Part Two

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The Backseat

Summary: Y/N is the spoiled, ‘pampered princess’ daughter of rich businessman, Simon Y/L/N. As soon as she hits 18 she starts to prove she’s quite the handful. Meanwhile, Simon’s recently divorced best friend, Negan, is looking for a job. Simon hires Negan to chauffeur and keep control of Y/N, but it’s not long before she’s making him lose control too.

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Parts: 5

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Escape

Summary: Y/N is desperate to escape her hometown and her controlling half-brothers, Sam and Dean, and now she’s 18 college seems like the only way out. But her gym coach, Negan is failing her and his proposition to help her pass takes a bad turn.

A SPN/TWD Crossover mini fic set in an AU

Rating: 18+ (Dark Fic - Smut/Angst/Sistercest)

Bad Blood (AU)

Summary: You thought you’d put the past behind you, until it moves it moves in next door and opens old wounds and reignites old flames.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut)

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A Night with Negan (JDM/Negan)

Summary: When Jeff discovers you are attracted to his character, Negan, he knows what this year’s anniversary gift will be.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut and a pinch of Fluff)

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Chocolate and Wine

Summary: After nursing some of the Saviors back to health, Negan owes you a favour.

Rating: 13+? (This would literally be like a NR if it wasn’t for Negan and his foul mouth) Fluff

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Numb

Summary: When Negan discovers one of his people is hurting themselves, he does everything in his power to make them feel something better.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (swearing, sex and self harm)

WARNING: SELF HARM. The reader doesn’t physically harm themselves in the fic but it is talked about and there is imagery of the self inflicted wounds, and talk about why they self harm. Please don’t read this if it’s triggering for you.

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It’s Good to be Back

(with FP Jones (Riverdale) )

Summary: Former Serpent King, Negan, is back at his old stomping ground. And as you find out, him and current King, FP, make quite the team

Rating: 18+ NSFW (swearing and sex - shameless threesome)

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Initiation

(with John Winchester (SPN) )

Summary:  Negan doesn’t like your attitude and before you can join the Saviors, John needs to prove he can keep you in your place.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (swearing and sex - shameless threesome)

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Look What You Made Me Do

Summary: Negan’s there to welcome home his step-daughter after her first date, but he doesn’t like what she chose to wear, and decides to show her what the consequences of dressing like a slut might be.

Rating: 18+ (Dark Fic - non con)

Distraction

Summary: Negan’s watching baseball, but you have a distraction.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut & Swearing)

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Better Grades

Summary: To stay on the dance squad, you need better grades. Which is where Coach Negan comes in. (Smut prompt request)

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut)

* * *

Leave a Mark

Summary: No plot, just smut. Kinky sex (spanking), affair. (Smut prompt request)

Rating: 18+ NSFW (smut)

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Coffee

Summary: A blind date with Negan goes well, so you invite him back for coffee. But you don’t get that far. (DRABBLES ARE HARD TO SUMMARISE OKAY!?) (Smut prompt request)

Rating: 18+ NSFW (smut)

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A Bad Dream

Summary: A bad dream sees you in bed with your step dad, Negan - but it’s far from innocent.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: 1000 Followers Prompt request

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Daddy Day Care

Summary: It was Negan’s first day of Daddy day care.

Rating: 13+ (Fluff but some swearing)

A/N: 1000 Followers prompt request

* * *

Better Than You

Summary: Negan knew it was wrong, but no one does it Better than you.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: 1000 Followers prompt request

* * *

Room 406

Summary: The sins room 406 has seen…

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: 1000 Followers prompt request

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The New Recruit

Summary: Negan has a new recruit

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: 1000 Followers prompt request

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Win You Over

Summary: Negan wants you, but you’re not playing game

Rating: 13+ (Swearing because Negan)

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Daddy’s Little Girl

Summary: Daddy takes what he wants when he’s drunk.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: Drunk drabble - dub con, incest could be implied.

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The Best I’ll Ever Have

Summary: Negan’s a proud guy who doesn’t like the idea of being outdone and you can’t wait for him to prove you wrong.  

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

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* Negan Bingo Masterlist *

#negan #negan x reader #negan x you #fanfic #twd fanfic #the walking dead #smut #angst #fluff #dark fic #masterlist #negans-lucille-tblr #jeffrey dean morgan

[dark-frosted-heart]

How did Al and El meet? And why did they stay together for so long. Thank you!

Sorry for the later reply on this! Just wanted to double-check some things (I regret not taking notes on these routes ( ´ ᐞ ` ))

TW: mentions of child sexual abuse

Alfons and Elbert met when they were children, when Elbert was 9 years old, at the Greetia estate. As a child, Alfons would accompany a pedophile doctor who made frequent visits to the estate to check up on Elbert's father after his wife's suicide. Then one day, the decided to check up on Elbert as well. Alfons happened to see the moment when Elbert stabbed the doctor, who had attempted to rape Elbert. Covered in blood, Elbert asks Alfons if, at the moment, he's beautiful. Alfons gave the answer he was looking for. Context: Elbert's been frequently sexually assaulted by the servants of the estate who were obsessed with his beauty.

When the two met, they felt some sort of connection, and after Elbert's father died, Alfons couldn't find it in himself to leave.

From the "Past Records" stories, Elbert says he kept Alfons around because Elbert thought he needed Alfons. Though Elbert had just killed his guardian, Alfons gave Elbert the answer he "wanted". And that was enough for Elbert to decide to have Alfons stay.

As for why Alfons was with a pedophile doctor, I either missed it or it's not mentioned why in his route. I just remember that when he ran into an orphan from his past , the man was angry that Alfons for posing as a nobleman after getting picked up by the doctor.

Alfons: These details aren't important.

#ikevil ask #ikevil spoilers #ikemen villain spoilers

[indigovigilance]

Sodom and Gomorrah: A Speculative Meta

on Ao3: Sodom and Gomorrah: A Speculative Meta

Sodom and Gomorrah is the story of a land so steeped in sin that many prayed to God for intercession, and God sent two angels to see for themselves if the rumors were true, and determine based on their testimony whether the cities should be destroyed.

In Season 1, we learn that Sandolphon was there, doing a lot of smiting and turning people into salt. The way that Aziraphale talks about it, we are led to believe that he was there too, bearing unhappy witness to the destruction, his plastered-on smile faltering as his vision fades into the middle distance:

In this meta I am taking an alternate stance to the wonderfully presented interpretation by @queerfables in my speculation of what happened in Sodom and its relevance to the GO story arc overall, if canonized. I hope that readers will consider the merits of both arguments in their own formulations of Aziraphale and Heaven in the GO universe.

TW: discussions of homophobia, sexual assault, death & destruction

Verses are taken from this translation of Genesis, chapters 18 and 19.

Genesis 18

20 Then the Lord said, “The outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah is so great and their sin so grievous

21 that I will go down and see if what they have done is as bad as the outcry that has reached me. If not, I will know.”

(Notably, the allegations made against Sodom and Gomorrah are never discussed. It is simply left at “sin so grievous.” Though it seems like there may be more information in Genesis 12)

But God herself did not go down to Sodom, instead sending two angels. I, like queerfables, read this and quickly came to the conclusion that for GO narrative purposes, the two angels that God sent to Sodom were Aziraphale and Sandolphon, where the former is playing tour guide to the latter, who has the real authority in the situation.

Upon arrival, the angels are met by Lot; he invites them to stay with him. At first they refuse, saying they will stay in the square, but he insists.

Genesis 19

4 Before they had gone to bed, all the men from every part of the city of Sodom—both young and old—surrounded the house. 

5 They called to Lot, “Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we may know [have sex with] them.”

There is a lot of baggage to unpack from these two lines, especially in the 2023 context of politics in the Western hemisphere. Same-sex marriage is nearly ubiquitous, a near turnaround from only twenty years ago, but so is homophobic rhetoric, and the story of Sodom and Gomorrah is cited a lot for those purposes. Intersectional communities of faith have done a lot of work to try to reinterpret these two verses, insisting that what God finds so abhorrent about the actions of the men of Sodom is not that they are homosexual but rather that they are attempting to gang-rape two newly arrived strangers in their city.

For the real world, this is a very important discussion and a solid position to maintain, if one wishes to defend the concept of a benevolent God who made homosexual, bisexual, transgender, and every other flavor of human as lovingly and intentionally as was made every cisgender heterosexual person.

But we’re not talking about real-world God. We’re talking about the God in Good Omens. And She is not a very nice person. 

We have only to look at the contract that would allow the murder and then replacement of Job’s children, or the abject poverty under which Elspeth suffers that forces her to commit [apparent] atrocities, and ultimately drive her to attempt suicide. Whatever your feelings may be about the God of our shared meatspace, the God of Good Omens is not a character we are meant to admire, sympathize with, or make excuses for.

Returning to Sodom in the Good Omens universe.

I propose that it is thematically in keeping that the men of Sodom were not attempting to commit gangrape, but rather, they saw Sandolphon and fell in love on the spot. Because yes, Aziraphale is a fine scholarly-looking fellow, but it’s approximately 2000 B.C., the Bronze Age. Sodom and Gomorrah are most likely agrarian societies, and Sandolphon looks like he could throw a bale of hay like a javelin. He’s a whole lot of man, and the men of Sodom are into it. I mean, c'mon, Paul Chahidi in some biblical garb, is, uhh...

...not an eyesore, iykwim. [image source: imdb.com]

So they go to Lot’s house and ask if they can see this man, in hopes that they can ask him on a date. They are smitten by Sandolphon. Sure, the ultimate goal may be to have sex with them, but not right there on Lot’s doorstep, and the gross misquoting can be attributed to Sandolphon’s own libelous report of events, not to the Sodomites themselves. History is written by the victors, after all.

While we’re at it, let’s consider Lot’s response:

Genesis 19

6 Lot went outside to meet them and shut the door behind him 

7 and said, “No, my friends. Don’t do this wicked thing. 

8 Look, I have two daughters who have never slept with a man. Let me bring them out to you, and you can do what you like with them. But don’t do anything to these men, for they have come under the protection of my roof.”

In the true spirit of Good Omens comedy, I can envision Lot walking out among these men, complaining that not one of them has asked permission to court or marry either of his daughters of maritable age, and perhaps rather than simping for his houseguest, perhaps they would consider dating one of them instead. Is it homophobic? Sure, but I’m not here to defend Lot; he doesn’t need it. Because standing next to Sandolphon, he’s an absolute poppet.

(The remaining stanzas regarding the Sodomites breaking into Lot’s house, I am going to selectively set aside and chalk that up to Sandolphon blowing some Sodomite choice statements about Lot being a homophobic asshole way out of proportion.)

Sandolphon, a True Believer, is not about to stand for this insult to his heavenly purity. Angels do not have relations with humans, and to insinuate that he would even consider it is blasphemy. He takes it as a personal insult that the Sodomites would propose such a thing. He finds this to be evidence enough that the Sodomites are truly corrupt and worthy of destruction.

I feel the need to emphasize here that while this contains some distinctly queer themes, Sandolphon is not angry because they are men; he is angry because they are human, a different species from himself (in the same way that angels are different species from demons), and furthermore that anything resembling love the way humans do it is disgusting and vile to him.

Aziraphale, meanwhile, is standing helplessly on the sidelines, desperately trying and failing to de-escalate the situation. But it’s no use, Sandolphon has already made up his mind. There’s nothing left for Aziraphale to do but to try to save as many people as he can, beginning with Lot and his family.

Genesis 19

12 The two [angels] said to Lot, “Do you have anyone else here—sons-in-law, sons or daughters, or anyone else in the city who belongs to you? Get them out of here, 

13 because we are going to destroy this place. The outcry to the Lord against its people is so great that he has sent us to destroy it.”

Again, in the fashion that GO takes liberty with biblical narrative, I propose that it is Aziraphale alone who warns Lot that Sandolphon will destroy Sodom come sunrise, and sends him out into the night to gather his family and get them out as quickly as possible. I propose, additionally, that Aziraphale is the one who leads Lot and his daughters by the hand out of Sodom and then protects the village of Zoar from destruction so that they can take shelter there.

Genesis 19:

15 With the coming of dawn, the angels urged Lot, saying, “Hurry! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, or you will be swept away when the city is punished.”

16 When he hesitated, the [angels] grasped his hand and the hands of his wife and of his two daughters and led them safely out of the city, for the Lord was merciful to them.

17 As soon as they had brought them out, one of them said, “Flee for your lives! Don’t look back, and don’t stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!”

18 But Lot said to them, “No, my lords,[or singular, lord] please! 

19 Your[singular] servant has found favor in your[singular] eyes, and you[singular] have shown great kindness to me in sparing my life. But I can’t flee to the mountains; this disaster will overtake me, and I’ll die. 

20 Look, here is a town near enough to run to, and it is small. Let me flee to it—it is very small, isn’t it? Then my life will be spared.”

21 He said to him, “Very well, I will grant this request too; I will not overthrow the town you speak of. 

22 But flee there quickly, because I cannot do anything until you reach it.” (That is why the town was called Zoar.[“small”])

While yes, this is a fictional interpretation of a biblical scripture, let’s take something from the fact that Lot is supposed to be addressing two angels, but the pronouns he uses to do so are all singular in the original Hebrew: that is to say, it seems like he is only talking to one angel. So in the victor-edited retrospective, the story is written to seem like two angels were rescuing him, but from the faithfully quoted words of his own mouth, it was only one. It seems like Sandolphon tried to write himself in as one of the good guys but couldn't bring himself to actually change the words that were coming from Lot's mouth. (Again, this is unnecessary work to do for the biblical narrative to be molded to a GO narrative, but it is an interesting feature of the original text nonetheless.)

At sunrise, the destruction begins: 

Genesis 19

23 By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land.

24 Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the Lord out of the heavens.

25 Thus [S]he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, destroying all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. 

26 But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.

So goes the story of the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah: The cities are slandered before God, who sends Aziraphale and Sandolphon to investigate; Sandolphon is so incensed by human men flirting with him that he determines that the city shall be destroyed in the morning, and Aziraphale races against the clock to save as many as he can, knowing that he cannot save everyone. He bears witness as the men who resemble himself so much, who committed no greater crime than to seek out a forbidden love, perish in a rain of fire and brimstone. He must feign heavenly delight that a sinful blight was erased from the world, while mourning thousands of lost souls. He wonders if they have been sent to Hell. Even Lot’s wife, whose only crime was to question, to wonder what is behind her and perhaps regret leaving it behind, is turned to salt. He sees the vicious glee of Sandolphon exacting his revenge for the crime of impugning his celestial celibacy. He wonders what Sandolphon would do to him if he ever found out about the stirrings in his heart for a demon who, 500 years prior, had sat beside him on a rock, looking out over sea, comforting him as he nursed his wounded faith. He wonders just how far along with Heaven he can go, and what the consequences will be when he dares to say, “I will go no further.”

~~~

[image source: Wessex Archaeology]

For those who (like me) are interested, the story of the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah seems to have been merged from two historical events, which was common in a period preserved primarily by oral history. The tale seems to resemble a volcanic event that occurred nearby and around that time, but Sodom and Gomorrah were most likely destroyed by an earthquake and a subsequent flood, since they were located in the Jordan Plain, the lowest dry land in the world, a full quarter of a mile below sea level at its lowest, and very near the Dead Sea. Additionally, the area is rich in bitumen, sulfur-rich near-surface petroleum deposits that, when disturbed by a major earthquake, may have sent hot tar flying into the air, which if it landed on anything flammable would give the impression that fire and brimstone were raining down.

✨ the more you know ✨

~~~

Blending together the biblical canon and archaeological speculation, I'm going to make a wild, unsubstantiated proposal that Crowley turns the people of Sodom into fish so that they survive the flood. Because one biblical flood was enough, and he'd heard around the water cooler that She had promised not to do that again (lying liar). This creates a tentative connection with the raining fish we see in the title credits of both seasons, and I'm also going to reference it in an upcoming meta.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziraphale #sandolphon #sodom and gomorrah #ivoc #textpost #long post

[nemuro-incinerator]

Kozue Kaoru is rattling around my skull again and I’m making it everyone’s problem. Putting my thoughts under the cut because of their nature. TW/CW for rape/CSA/statutory rape

From what I’ve seen of discussions on Kozue, something that rarely gets brought up is the implications of her walking off into the night with Akio in episode 26. While I’ve talked about the scene prior previously, I never got into what happens afterward. Considering the symbolism of Kozue’s broken (albeit functioning) leg, the fact that she refers to Akio as “Daddy Long Legs”, and Akio Ohtori’s entire existence, I believe, with the only slim shadow of a doubt being the inability to be 100% certain, that Kozue was sexually assaulted that night. This, of course, only adds to her parallels to both Touga and Anthy, but the way it’s completely overlooked by the show itself stands in peculiar contrast to both of them. Kozue displays hypersexual tendencies, so it only makes sense for her to happily walk off into the night with Akio Ohtori, right?

Of course not. Though it is never touched upon by the series, Kozue’s complete nonchalance about everything going on, as well as her general behaviors - her sexuality and use of it as a power play, her protectiveness of Miki to the point of attempted murder, and more - leads me to believe that this isn’t the first time this has happened. Divorce, parental neglect, and being forced into the spotlight, while certainly traumatizing, do not a Kozue Kaoru make. There’s something else going on there, and while it is Kozue’s business and Kozue’s business alone, it has clearly shaped her and her beliefs.

#This kind of changed topics partway through because I have many thoughts about her #ohtoriposting #revolutionary girl utena #rgu #shoujo kakumei utena #sku #utena analysis #kozue kaoru #my problematic bird girl who rotates in my brain as if she is in a microwave #akio ohtori

[serickswrites]

Whump Series

Eyes--status complete. 8 parts. TW: kidnapping, self-sacrifice, coma?, blood, weapons, honestly this is magical shit so i have no idea how to tag it, some team elements, but not overt team whump

Roadtrip--status complete. 12 parts. TW: kidnapping, restraints, drugging, sexual assault, rape, non-con, stabbing, blood, hospital, dehumanization, gagging, creepy/intimate whumper, escape attempts (I hope I got all the tags). Has some team elements, but not overt team whump

Annoyed--status complete. 6 parts. TW: captivity, torture, whipping, blood, creepy/intimate whumper, sexual assault, noncon, videotaping, rescue

Fit--status complete. 5 parts. TW: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, muzzle, noncon, sexual assault, physical assault, drowning, collapse, broken bones, implied hurt/comfort/hurt/aftermath/hurt/recovery

Nothing--status complete. 7 parts. TW: emotional manipulation, noncon, dissociation, physical violence, broken bones, bruises, choking, suffocation, emotional whump, caretaker and whumpee

See--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, rescue, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery. Has team elements, but is not team whump

Where--status complete. 4 parts. TW: blood, torture, captivity, emotional whump, hospital, unclear character status at the end

Mutual--status complete. 7 parts. TW: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, whipping, blood, knives, beating, bruises, wounds, suffocation, choking, rescue, explosion, self-sacrifice, video tapes, emotional whump

Prepared --status complete. 3 parts. TW: mcd, blood, emotional whump

Know--status complete. 6 parts. TW: blood, kidnapping, torture, restraints, two whumpers, rescue, hospital

The Gift--status complete. 7 parts. TW: captivity, torture, physical violence, blood, noncon, buried alive, two whumpers, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hospital

Alive--status complete. 5 parts. TW: torture, captivity, restraints, water torture, electrocution, hospital, emotional whump, self sacrifice, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, rescue. Has team elements, but is not team whump

How--status complete. 6 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, whipping, blood, wounds, botched escape, actual escape, two whumpers

Take--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, torture, rescue, scars, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt recovery. 

Dearest Forsaken--status complete. 10 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, wounds, gore, knives, physical violence, electrocution, drowning, choking, white torture, sensory deprivation, rescue, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery. Has team elements but is not team whump.

Late--status complete. 2 parts. TW: drowning, kidnapping, cpr; rescue. Has team elements, but is not team whump

Dramatic--status complete. 4 parts. TW: hostage situation, self sacrifice, guns, gunfire, gunshot, blood, mcd. Has team elements, but is not team whump.

Choke--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, choking, strangulation, drowning, passive suicidal ideation, temporary character death, cpr, rescue, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Rescue--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, failed rescue attempt, torture, blood, wounds, sickness, rescue, hospital. Has team elements, but is not team whump

Bloody Valentine--status complete. 6 parts. TW: mcd, blood, gore, wounds, kidnapping, physical violence, hospital, yandere whumper

Hunger--status complete. 2 parts. TW: captivity, torture, starvation, cruel whumper, fawning, feigned fawning

Ice--status complete. 3 parts. TW: captivity, escape/rescue, drowning, hypothermia, cpr, mcd. Not team whump, but has team elements.

Secrets--status complete. 5 parts. TW: kidnapping, restraints, blood, torture, forced to watch, rescue

Want--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, kidnapping, yandere whumper, physical violence, drugging, sexual assault, noncon, rescue (x2), MCD, knives

Good Times, Bad Times--status complete. 6 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, torture, noncon, two whumpers, sadistic whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, rescue

52 Weeks--status complete. 8 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, wounds, video tapes, rescue. Not team whump, but has team elements.

In Plain Sight--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, torture, blood, wounds, burns, restraints, medical care, hospital, caretaker and whumpee

Not of This World--status complete. 10 parts. TW: kidnapping, captivity, blood, murder, death (not mcd), noncon, aliens

Say It--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, knives, blood, wounds, unconsciousness, emotional whump, escape, hospital, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee. 

Morning --status complete. 5 parts. TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Reaper at the Gate--status complete. 7 parts. TW: restraints, blood, torture, captivity, botched escape attempt, physical violence, electrocution, drowning, illness, fever, rescue, caretaker and whumpee, unclear character status. Not team whump, but has team elements.  

The Sea Inside--status complete. 9 parts. TW: blood, wounds, stabbing, potential drowning, captivity, torture, cruel whumper, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee (mostly comfort tbh)

Legends Rise--status complete. 8 parts. TW: public humiliation, whipping, torture, restraints, blood, stabbing, knives, unconsciousness, defiant whumpee, threat of death. 

Song of the Siren--status complete. 6 parts. TW: yandere whumper, captivity, magic, soul sucking, manipulation, drowning, implied mcd. 

Awake--status complete. 6 parts. TW: head injury, drugging, broken bones, noncon, yandere whumper, unclear character status. 

Come On--status complete. 5 parts (including epilogue). TW: captivity, blood, wounds, infection, bandages, drowning, knives, stabbing, mcd, grief, mourning, hurt/no comfort, caretaker and whumpee. 

Every Breath--status complete. 5 parts. TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, sick fic, medical whump, yandere whumper, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, unclear character status. 

Royal Pain--status complete. 6 parts. TW: torture, restraints, bruises, blood, wounds, emotional whump, cruel whumper, self sacrifice, mcd, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/no comfort. 

This Means War--status complete. 8 parts. TW: kidnapping, torture, choking, strangulation, restraints, unconsciousness, rescue, caretaker and whumpee, hospital, unclear character status (multiple)

Secret Agent Man--status complete. 7 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, broken bones, bruises, wounds, injury, blood, knives, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, rescue, caretaker and whumpee, two whumpers

On a Limb--status complete. 3 parts. TW: captivity, torture, rescue, broken bones, amputation, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Lethal Weapon--status complete. 7 parts. TW: conditioning, manipulation, captivity, hidden injury, gunshot, blood, wounds, unconsciousness, hospital, self sacrifice, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath. Team elements, but not team whump

The Night We Met--status complete. 4 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, noncon, blood, wounds, drugging, mcd, two whumpers, creepy/intimate whumper, cruel whumper

At Last--status complete. 4 parts. TW: captivity, torture, wounds, blood, bruises, unconsciousness, hospital, escape, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Words--status complete. 2 parts. TW: emotional whump, threats, torture, captivity, restraints, wounds, blood, stab wounds, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Once and for All--status complete. 7 parts. TW: kidnapping, restraints, gags, physical violence, torture, blood, bruises, broken bones, noncon, choking, unconsciousness, mcd, two whumpers, hurt/no comfort

Forever--status complete. 5 parts. TW: yandere, drugging, magic, poisoning, unconsciousness, self sacrifice

Stuck On You--status complete. 3 parts. TW: captivity, torture, broken bones, escape, hospital, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, two whumpees

Quake--status complete. 3 parts. TW: earthquake, head injury, blood, unconsciousness, rescue, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hospital. 

Undercover--status complete. 3 parts. TW: blood, gunshot, wounds, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, blood, gunshot, mcd, hurt/no comfort

Grateful--status complete. 3 parts. TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, scars, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Chatter--status complete. 5 parts. TW: restraints, torture, exposure, hypothermia, unconsciousness, noncon touching, noncon, escape, defiant whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, hurt/aftermath

Higher Love--status complete. 7 parts including epilogue. TW: captivity, torture, drugging, noncon, sexual assault, rape, hospital, rescue, dissociation, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee, yandere whumper, cravings, substance abuse, recovery.

Sweet Nothings--status complete. 2 parts. TW: injury, hospital, unconsciousness, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Hook, Line, and Sinker--status complete. 8 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, gag, self sacrifice, torture, stabbing, blood, gun, gunshot, mcd, hurt/no comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Touch Them--status complete. 7 parts including alternate ending. TW: captivity, restraints, torture, unconsciousness, blood, head injury, forced to watch, choking, strangulation, suffocation, begging, noncon, rape, broken bones, mcd, caretaker and whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper. Alternate does not have MCD

Are You Scared--status complete. 2 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, buried alive, temporary character death, cpr, rescue, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

On Three

Thin Ice

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

Ready, Set, Go

Two Birds, One Bullet

Compass

Close

Unhand

In Your Arms--status complete. 3 parts. TW: kidnapping, torture, restraints, bruises, beating, rescue, gun fire, gunshot, blood, wounds, bleeding out, unconsciousness, temporary character death, cpr, hospital, bedside vigil, emotional manipulation, self sacrifice, lies, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Antidote

Still With Us

Make Me

You're Awake

So Tired

Miss Me?

Strength in Your Bones

Tender is the Night

Again and Again

We've Had a Good Run

Lovely

Shake and Shiver

Silence

Electrify

Frozen Tears

Heavy Burden

What Have You Done?

Walk

Devil's Advocate

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Thin Ice

You're Doing Great

On Three

Twenty-Three and Me

Strength in Your Bones

So Tired

All Quiet

Let Me Help You

Another catatonia request--TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, catatonia, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #not writing #writing organization

[konigsblog]

What about a Yandere!Kidnapper!Ghost or Yandere! Kidnapper!Soap?

tw/cw: DARK CONTENT, NONCON/RAPE, dead dove: do not eat, KIDNAPPING, MANIPULATION, PHYSICAL ABUSE, PUNISHMENTS. tell me if missed anything.

we all know that kidnapper soap is incredibly manipulative, guilt tripping and overall a horrible, toxic man to be around... but what about his punishments? how does he punish his dumb, cock slave for misbehaving or acting in a way that johnny doesn't approve of?

he enjoys to inflict pain and fear onto people, that's why he joined the military; to be able to murder people legally, those who've wronged him. of course, it's not just his enemies he likes to scare and hurt; he enjoys seeing you terrified. he enjoys it because it gives him a sense of superiority, feeding into his egotistical and sexual desires, watching how you'll plead with him, that you'll do anything if he's gentle with you.

he rarely is gentle, it's not in his nature. although he likes to joke around with you to get you comfortable, so he can watch your face contort with terror and agony as he continues out with his brutal assault. punishments depend on what you've done. for example; if you talk back to him, expect to have that pretty mouth raped, or have cigarette burns across your tongue as he sets his cigarette out onto your warm, scarred tongue.

if it's something more serious — like attempting to escape — he'll find other, more threatening ways to put you back into your place. forcing you to stand whilst he rapes your pretty body, his hot breath running down your spine, before you inevitably collapse to your knees and cry out from fear and pain. he won't stop there, he'll just continue humping your weak, limp, raw body until you're apologising and telling him that you love him, even if it isn't true.

he's a sadistic psychopath, he enjoys seeing others scream from pain when he's caused it — the reason for your pain. he may glide a knife along your thigh, holding your body down as he sticks the knife into your skin, carving out degrading words he calls you, or even marking you as his own. a permanent reminder of who you belong to.

he lives in a far away area, away from society, so he may drag you outside naked in the middle of fall or winter, a chain tugging on your neck as he drags you around. you'll be shaking, crawling and shivering, begging to go inside. he'll spank your cold, sore ass, even record your reactions to watch later before he allows you back inside, throwing a bucket of lukewarm water onto you and telling you to clean the water splashed on the dirty ground with your tongue, pushing your face into it if you don't obey. :(

#orla speaks #tw: noncon #tw: r*pe #tw: dubcon #tw kidnapping #tw: manipulation #tw: physical abuse #dead dove do not eat #yandere!kidnapper!soap #yandere!soap #kidnapper!soap #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #cod soap #soap call of duty #soap x reader #soap mw2 #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #cod #cod mwii #mw #mwii #mw2

[ask-the-hws-immigrants]

To Lovino and Tolys:

Any Saints you guys have a particular devotion to?

Tolys: I'm not terribly religious, but there is a certain comfort in having someone looking out for you.

**Contextual Note, TW for brief mention of sexual assault and torture:

Just a brief overview of the saints Lovino and Tolys mentioned. St. Agatha of Sicily was a Christian noblewoman who was killed during the Decian persecutions. She made a religious vow of chastity that a Roman prefect attempted to break. As punishment for rejecting him she was imprisoned and forced to "work" in a brothel. When this did not break her, she was tortured, most notably by having her breasts ripped off with hot tongs. This is why she is often depicted in art with tongs or presenting her breasts. A miraculous earthquake prevented her execution and supposedly St. Peter appeared to her and healed her wounds, but she eventually died in prison of unknown causes. Among other things, she is the patron saint of victims of torture, rape victims, breast cancer patients, fires, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions (particularly from Mt. Etna). As Lovino mentioned, she is the patron of Sicily, as well as the Sicilian city of Catania.

St. Christopher was also killed during the Decian persecutions. According to legend, he traveled to find a king who claimed great power, only to find he feared the devil. When he found a marauder who claimed to be the devil, he found that this criminal feared Christ. Learning this, he chose to become Christian and serve people by helping them cross a dangerous river. In doing this, he helped a small child across the river who was much heavier than he anticipated, and almost died in the process. After crossing, the child revealed himself to be an apparition of Christ, pleased with his work. Christopher was eventually beheaded after travelling to Lycia to help his fellow Christians. Among other things, he is the patron saint of travelers, transportation, bachelors, athletics, and storms. As Tolys mentioned, he is the patron of Vilnius, Lithuania's capital (Riga as well!)

#hetalia #historical hetalia #hws romano #hws lithuania #aph romano #aph lithuania #hetalia ask blog #ask #cw religion #i chose st christopher for tolys bc lithuania's patron saint (st casimir) is just not someone i would see him choosing for himself #similar thing for lovino st francis is cool but also he'd probably go for someone more regionally specific #esp bc unification was so recent at this point and st francis seems more feliciano's vibe #plus who doesn't love st agatha she's a badass

[v3nusxsky]

Chosen mother| h&c

*A/n~ I'm loving having more time to write now. I'm sorry I've been rubbish at posting but honestly all I've wanted to do is write. So this fic honestly is providing me with a good sense of relief. Jake is a made up oc? Read on my doves*

Tw~ hinted sexual assault, dead beat dad (I feel y'all) family issues?

Prompt~ Reader is a student (19) and gets pregnant. The father leaves and Larissa helps (thank you for talking with me to ensure I get your prompt spot on Abi1468 )

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You were late. Two weeks late. Two weeks ago you realised that the boy you'd been talking to was using you. Jake. He attended Jericho high, senior year and you'd met during the outreach day. The pair of you seemed to really hit it off. He didn't judge you for your Florakinesis. In fact he told you it made you uniquely beautiful. God how you longed to go back in time and tell yourself not to get swept up in those words. Words mean nothing without actions.

The night it all came out was horrific. Stupidly, you'd fallen for the trick. Now you'd be lying if you said it hadn't happened before. Maybe that's why you didn't tell anyone? The embarrassment of not only once but twice. The first time is what triggered your Florakinesis to show itself. Completely out of control due to your emotions being so unstable. Quite rightly so. But that's how you found your way to Nevermore. Your parents disowning you completely, all due to the fact you were raped. The age of 14 is no way to lose your innocence. A dark period in your life where you were alone to deal with the aftermath. And now you'd do it again. 

Once Jake had realised you wouldn't willingly sleep with him, it went downhill from there. He forced himself on you, you couldn't fight him off despite your valiant efforts. Throat hoarse from screaming and crying. Only while he continued his down right horrendous act, did he divulge that this was all a plan. Gain your trust, take what he wants and then leave never to be seen again. Bragging rights to have one of the most unusual breeds of outcast. You felt disgusted and disappointed in yourself for falling for it. That fateful night is what lead you to being sat in the corner of your dorm crying and clutching a little white test. Body still littered in the bruising from that night.

Two weeks late. And all the little test could do is flash the positive result. Tears falling freely, you are too young. You don't want this. Sobs tried to force themselves out of your tightly sealed lips as you attempted to silence them. You had to tell him. He has a right to know. You knew that. But the thought of hearing his voice again was sending you into a violent panic attack. But this is half his baby he deserves to know he could possibly have a child out there.

With shakey hands, you sent off a text to jake asking to meet you at the school gates. In which he agreed to taunting you that you wanted a repeat of that night. Feeling physically sick at the suggestion you got yourself ready to face him. The monster he was yet you still couldn't keep this a secret. What would you do if he decided he wanted it? You most definitely did not. You didn't plan on being a mum any time soon especially not at 19. Heavens you were still attending Nevermore, a baby couldn't fit into that. Especially not one conceived in such a brutal manner. No family to help you'd be alone. What if you couldn't love it? After all it's an innocent in all of this. Did it deserve to be brought into the world facing the chance it's own mother couldn't fully love them? No you would rather do the unthinkable than risk that. After all you weren't too far gone so the process would be simple. It was just cells at the moment. You knew that. It didn't even have a beating heart yet. Biology had taught you that. Yet you couldn't help but hate yourself for thinking this way. An innocent life form, one you were willing to completely destroy. What kind of person are you?

You quickly made your way to the gate, shaking in fear once you spotted the familiar form of Jake. You took a deep breath and made it to the gate, close enough to be heard discreetly but not close enough for him to touch you. "I'm pregnant" you blurted out tears starting to stream silently once more. "And? It's not mine!" He protested anger flaring at your words. "You're the only one who's..." you trailed off "it's yours" you mumbled trying to find strength. He actually believed it was someone else's? Despite knowing what he did that night...

"I don't fucking care! I don't want it! No child of mine will be born from a freak of nature! Stop trying to pin some other freaks baby on me just because you whored yourself out to me!" He was screaming now, starting to draw attention to you both. His words hurt. But you had to stay strong. "It's yours Jake" you spat his name with so much venom even you cringed back from your own voice, "what do we do?" You murmured not wanting to give him your opinions. After all your body, your choice and you knew that. "We?! No no no! You! You and your baby are freaks of nature! Never contact me again!" And with that he left. Walking away from his own blood. You were truly alone now.

Guilt coursing through your veins, you decided to take a walk. Although you didn't want to keep it, you couldn't help but feel guilty for that. You just couldn't do it. Hopefully they would understand that? Right? It truly wasn't them. It was you. You just couldn't do this. They would always be with you tho. Despite how you were feeling they were half you. And that would always haunt you. What could they have become? A prince? A princess? Would they be intelligent like you? Would they have an ability like you? Or be a Normie? Perhaps you should keep it. After all it's not the baby's fault it's father is a monster. But you couldn't do that. You knew that. Despite knowing that, you were still stuck in an emotional turmoil.

During your walk, you became immersed in your own thoughts, so much so you didn't realise the time. Curfew. You'd missed curfew. When did it get so dark? And so cold ? Your body shivering with the cold and the sobs leaving you. When did you start sobbing? God, what were you doing. You made your way to the school hoping to slip in unnoticed. I mean who was on patrol tonight? Coach Vald? No that was yesterday. Thornhill, that was it. She was normally too entranced by a bounty book to pay close attention, you have a good shot at getting past her with no issues. Or so you thought.

It was the tall figure looking at the top of the stairs, that caused you to immediately stop in your tracks. Shit! That most definitely was not Miss Thornhill. Fuck! No, it only happened to be principle Weems. The one person who you seemed unable to hide from, over the years she seemed to have a soft spot for you. Maybe because you had no family around? You weren't quite sure but she always made sure to check on you at parent's weekend, spending a little time with you if you wished it. "Y/n ? Darling! What are you doing ? " the concern was evident as she took in your appearance. It was truly unlike you to break any rules. All you could do is stand there as sobs flowed from your lips. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean to... I'm sorry principle weems" you murmured over and over again as she made her way to you. Gently taking your hand and guiding you to the safety of her office. Something was wrong. Clearly. And she'd not leave you alone to deal with whatever it was.

"Darling what's happened?" She questioned you gently leading you to sit in front of the dancing flames, hoping to provide some warmth to your frozen body. You couldn't respond to her, just breaking down even more at the care being directed at you. Instead you responded by throwing yourself into her arms, burrowing your face into the crook of her neck. Instantly strong arms wrapped around your quivering form, holding you in such a manner you'd not experienced in such a long time. Your body trembling in her capable hold as you let all the emotions you'd bottled up for long free.

"Oh my darling girl. You're okay. You're safe. I have you little one. Her reassuring words were never ending, soothing your distressed state. Her motherly persona calming you like she was your own mother. It must have been almost an hour of just sobbing while she held you before you could explain what had happened. When you started to talk but made no attempt to move, Larissa immediately started to listen extra carefully. Some of your words muffling against her neck, still she understood what you were trying to tell her.

"He. He I didn't want it" you whimpered out remembering just what had caused the issue. Red and blue little flowers popped up all over your exposed skin. They didn't go unnoticed by the taller women. Red she was familiar with. It meant you felt anger. Understandable with what you were describing to her. Blue was something new. Not one she had seen you sprout before. "Darling? Blue?" She whispered into your hair. "Sadness" you mumbled out embarrassed that your ability was starting to become uncontrollable.

"Larissa?" You whimpered out scared of what was to come. "Yes little one? " her tone soft as if she knew what you'd say next. "I'm pregnant..." you trailed off tears once again falling from your sore eyes. "Oh y/n. Is it his?" To which you nodded in her neck. "Okay darling, well what do you wish to do? We can do whatever you need." You sat in silence in her embrace. She was allowing you to choose? We? You weren't doing this alone? "I -I can't, fuck I can't keep it. I'm not ready. But I hate myself for getting rid of it. I don't know what to do. I don't have a mum or a sister to go to. I feel so alone. I hate myself for this." You ranted. Everything finally out in the open. Somehow helping slightly that you'd told someone.

"Y/n. It's okay to be scared. But you are young you don't have to do this. I know your family aren't present but if you wish it I'll be here for you. Every step of the way. No matter what you decide." She reassured her hold never faltering. "I can't do it principle Weems, I know I can't." You whimpered out clearly deeply saddened by the admission. The blue flowers covering every inch of exposed skin. "That's okay y/n have you scheduled anything?" To which you shook your head. "Okay then little one that's the first step we will make okay?" You nodded in response snuggling into her some more. Slowly little blush coloured flowers started to appear. Content in her motherly embrace.

"Little one? Have you thought of naming it?"her tone was soft and cautious not wanting to upset you any more than you had been. "N-no? I didn't think I deserved to?" You mumbled sadly. "Darling giving the baby a name may help with the healing process maybe something gender neutral?" She mused out loud. "Would make sense because it's too small to know what it is. I don't know many good names, god I'd be an atrocious mother if I can't even name it" you sighed red flowered sprouting once more. Internal anger causing them to be smaller than before.

"Y/n don't be so hard on yourself names are tricky things I have a few suggestions for you if you wish?" You nodded once more. Lavender flowers kooky those that had already bloomed. Exhaustion. "Okay so there's Charlie, Reese, Emery and even Sam as it could be short for Samuel or Samantha." You took a moment in thought, none of them feeling right. "What if I just called them dove?" You murmured. Shot sweet and not tied to a gender. Dove could also be related back to death which seemed to tie in perfectly. Your little dove too precious for this world.

"Dove is beautiful little one. Your little dove" Larissa was quick to confirm it was a beautiful name. "Y/n your exhausted I see the flowers, let's get you back to your dorm and all tucked up in bed hmm? We will start the process in the morning if it's what you want, I'll be here every step of the way. I may not be biologically your mum but every student at Nevermore our my little ones. I'd do anything to help and protect any of you..." she trailed off noticing your breathing had shallowed out and little pink flowers now took up residence where the blue were. Your skin a mixture of pink and purple as you dozed in her embrace.

Word count~ 2296

*A/n} this was such a joy to write. I hope you all enjoyed it and just a reminder to look after yourselves :)*

#fanfic #wednesday netflix #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #larissa weems #principal larissa weems x reader