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avoxrising · 6 months

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The Feral One • Ch 12

Finnick x Y/N

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Another chapter as promised. Prepare for Finnick to enter his trust issues era…

Content Warnings - people were tortured, someone canonically attempts to kill Katniss (Peeta *cough cough*)

You wake up on a hovercraft, unsure of what happened. Peeta, Johanna and Annie are also in the room, but only you are awake. Was Annie also in the capital? She must have been. You’re thankful she looks unharmed.

Peeta and Johanna did not seem to get the same treatment as you and Annie. Peeta is extremely malnourished and is covered in cuts and bruises. Looking at Johanna, you would have thought she was dead if it wasn’t for the slow rise and fall of her chest.

One of the soldiers notices you are awake and slowly approaches you. It’s not till he does that you notice they cuffed your hands and you’re chained to the wall.

“Miss Y/L/N,” the man states as he crouches down to your level. "My name is Boggs and I’m from District 13. We rescued you and the other tributes from the capital and are bringing you to 13. Do you have any questions?”

“Can you take these off?” you ask him, holding up your cuffs. He looks a bit surprised at your question.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he states. “Based on your file it states that you are to be restrained as you may be a danger to others, especially when waking up.” He seems to be reading this information from an electronic tablet he’s holding.

“I bet it also says I don’t talk,” you mutter.

“That would be correct…” he says, realizing that you are talking to him.

“Well I don’t need these anymore,” you state. “I’m not a danger to anyone. The capital fixed me. I’m completely harmless.”

“I’m afraid my orders state you must remain cuffed until you are cleared by the doctors in District 13,” he replies.

“And how long will that be?” you ask.

“We will be landing in an hour,” he responds.

An hour feels like eternity when you are waiting for your freedom. Boggs confirmed to you that Finnick is alive in District 13 and somewhat well. Apparently he’s been having a really hard time coping with your absence and is excited for your return. He really missed you.

District 13 is chaotic when you land. Annie is allowed to walk off of the hovercraft on her own but Johanna and Peeta are loaded up onto stretchers and whisked away to the hospital.

Even though you tell them that you can walk just fine, the doctors make you sit in a wheelchair so they can chain you to it while a soldier pushes you. Nobody here trusts you not to act out.

“Where’s Finnick?” you ask the soldier pushing your wheelchair.

“Not sure,” he grunts. “They won’t allow you visitors until they decide you aren’t a threat.”

You arrive at your room and they transfer your restraints to the metal bed.

“Oh I’m not the one you should be worried about,” you tell the man. “Peeta on the other hand…”

You’re cut short by the sound of someone yelling out for you.

“Finnick?” you yell back. “Finnick!”

The blond comes sliding into view when he’s held back by two District 13 soldiers. You want to cry at the sight of him. He looks like he hasn’t slept or eaten in days. His fingers are bloody from the rope in his hands and he looks like a lost puppy.

“Y/N!” he calls out. “Let me see her!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Odair,” one of the guards says. “She is not allowed visitors until she has been cleared by our doctors.”

“Oh god doctors?” Finnick asks. “She hates doctors. If anyone is going to set her off it’s a doctor. She killed two of them in the capital.”

The soldiers radio for backup, thinking you’re even more of a threat.

“Let me see him!” you yell. “I won’t hurt anyone. They fixed me.”

“I’m the only one who can calm her down,” Finnick explains. “If she gets out of hand I’ll sedate her. Give me some sedatives.”

The doctor outside my room agrees to Finnick’s plan and the soldiers finally let him in. He shoves the sedatives into his jumpsuit pocket before bursting into the room.

“Finnick!” you exclaim, holding your chained arms as far out as they can reach. You need to hold him, to make sure he’s real.

“Y/N,” he sobs, finally breaking down. “I’m so sorry. I missed you so much.”

“Come here,” you tell him, motioning for him to sit on the bed next to you. He hesitates before reaching out to gently touch your hand.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes now get over here,” you state, nearly yanking him on top of you.

He climbs into your small bed and you nuzzle up against him. The cuffs dig into your wrists but you don’t care.

“I’m so happy,” you hum.

Suddenly chaos erupts down the hall and a soldier bursts into your room, gun pointed at you.

“Mr. Odair,” he states. “Step away from Miss Y/L/N.”

“No,” you state, holding Finnick closer to you. “He stays.”

“Something is wrong,” the soldier tells Finnick, ignoring you. “Mr. Melark just tried to kill Katniss.”

Finnick tenses up at this news before slowly climbing out of your bed and backing away from you.

“That’s because the capital trained him to do that,” you try to explain. “They didn’t do that to me. I’m not going to kill anyone.”

“There will be no visitors to any of the rescued victors until they are individually deemed safe,” the soldier states. “Mr. Odair you are wanted in command.”

Finnick gives you a worried look as he leaves, wondering if you might turn on him at any moment.

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brooooswriting · 1 year

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can you write another tara x reader story!! maybe some fluff or something having to do with ghostface coming back

Trust

Tara Carpenter x reader

This is kinda all over the place but enjoy

You’ve met Tara at college, she immediately fell for your playful but shy personality while you had a resting bitch face sometimes and you were just way to scared to talk to her. The first time she talked to you at the College gym, she needed someone to spot her and you, while you were brushing like crazy, stood behind her and tried not to look at her. From then on she started to randomly show up next to you on your way to class or the cafe. To the point where you finally started being yourself around her and you guys became unbelievably close, at least when it was just you.

Tara’s friends and sister thought you were imaginary, they hadn’t really ever seen you and Tara together and even when they smiled at you you were quick to turn away and power walk away. It made them suspicious of you, which you kinda got but you got anxiety attacks around them so you just kept doing it. “Y/n, we gotta talk” Tara said as she sat down next to you on your bed. “Oh oh” you grinned and looked at her making her smile too. “Sam and the others said that they don’t want me around you anymore, especially with the whole ghost face thing happening” she told you her hand softly grabbing yours, “but I have a plan. We will act like we had a disagreement and that we don’t talk anymore and then, bam, we can meet in secret” she was proud of her plan and you had to be honest it was the best thing that could happen right now so you agreed.

That night Tara went home and threw her backpack around the room before stumping towards the kitchen, “uh, what happened to you Mrs. Grumpy pants?” Mindy laughed causing Anika to poke her, “y/n and I had an argument, she was so rude. God, I’m done with her” she grumbled, “I’m sorry Tara, but there’s something off with her” Chad said placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “he’s right. But I’m still sorry that it ended like this” Sam added and Anika agreed, the only once’s who didn’t say anything where Ethan and Quinn.

“They totally believed me, can I see you tonight?” -Tara

“Can’t, Ethan decided to invite himself in. I’ve talked to him like twice, don’t have a clue what he wants here”- you

You were really confused what he was doing here, you guys weren’t really friends. “I heard about your fight with Tara and I wanted to see if you needed comfort, she’s a very… specific person” he told you holding out a tissue, “thanks, yeah she is. It was stupid” you answered hoping that he’d leave soon. He didn’t. He kept trying to get you to talk about your opinion on Sam and Tara which seemed weird.

“He only left now, I guess it’s too late for you to come now?” You texted the small brunette who immediately answered, “be there in 10” and she was, she was quickly throwing herself onto your bed after grabbing a hoodie of yours. “What did he want?” She asked as she cuddled into your side, “see if I’m alright after our fight” you answered and kissed her head. “Tara?” You mumbled out as your hand stroked her back, she mumbled a ‘yeah’ which made you continue, “do you trust me?” You asked her, your hand stopping it’s movement on her back, her head lifted so she could look at you. “Of course I do, why?” She asked testing her chin on your chest, “just wanted to know” you shrugged and kissed her softly.

The next few days you kept it on the low, you’ve met in secret so nobody would see you two together, it was working out okay, but due to the ghostface attack it was getting harder and harder to meet up, especially since Ethan was constantly around you.

“Finally” Tara mumbled as you slipped into her dorm immediately attacking your mouth with hers, while pushing you on to the bed. Your hands glided over her body but were interrupted when her phone rang, “it’s Ethan” she mumbled out as she looked at it. “Ignore it” her lips immediately found yours again. So she did, if she had the option to kiss her or talk to Ethan it was obvious what she’d choose. You were sitting in her bed making out when you heard a knock, followed by a “it’s me” from Ethan causing Tara to groan. “Go hide” she mumbled before calling out to the boy “give me a second” she used the time you needed to hide yourself to fix her hair. When you were hidden in the closet she finally opened the door.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked him not moving to let him inside, “well you weren’t answering your phone and i was bored so I decided to come and look for you” she cursed herself for not answering the phone. “Oh, I’m sorry but I don’t really feel good and I still have school stuff to do. Maybe Chad has time?” She tried to be polite while making the conversation end as quickly as possible. The boy just grunted, “it’s smells like y/n’s perfume in here” he mumbled looking around the room. She froze for a second before finding a lie, “really? Ive got a new room spray, the guys next door are constantly smoking weed and it smells terrible in here then” he seemed to believe her lie and said his goodbye.

“He’s gone, you can come out” she said as the door closed, the closet door opening. “What did he want?” You asked and sat on her bed, “wanted to hang out. Why does he know exactly how your perfume smells?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, “I don’t know. Why?” It wasn’t hard to see that you weren’t really telling the truth. She only answered with a stretched okay, looking at you suspiciously.

The next day the core four sat at the dinner table, Tara constantly being on your phone as she tried to reach you. “I’ve been sleeping with cute boy from next door” Sam suddenly said causing them all to cheer and laugh until they all got send a picture from an unknown phone, it was Quinn getting stabbed. All of them sprang into action, Tara immediately running towards the room but Chad pulled her back and out of the door while Mindy, Sam and Anika were left inside.

You only answered your phone an hour after the attack, nobody died but it was close. Anika nearly fell and had severe injuries, she nearly bled out on scene. “It’s not your fault Sam” cute boy said as he stood next to Sam and Tara, “someone took out knives so we couldn’t defend ourselves. Thank god you send us that picture” she mumbled throwing the cigarette to the ground. “I didn’t send you a picture, I only noticed when you guys were screaming” The sibling looked at each other, confusion written all over their faces, if it wasn’t him, who has it been? The younger carpenters phone rang making everybody flinch, “sorry, just a text from a classmate” she lied, it was a text from you. Asking what she wanted from you as she had texted you several times.

“Where have you been?” Chad screamed at Ethan as he pushed him against a wall, “I had Econ, you can ask everybody from that class. Here, let me call y/n” he said quickly raising his hands in front of him. It made Chad let him go.

“Wanna meet up later? You can tell me what happened” you texted the brunette the next day, sitting at the edge of some park bank on campus. “Can’t. I have a lecture right now and Gale wants to show us something, Kirby and Sam also aren’t letting me out of sight” she texted back making you sigh, “alright be careful” you were about to go to your dorm when you met Ethan. “Y/n, I gotta tell you something”

“Tara” you called out as you saw her and her friends on campus, she turned confused. “So you’ve been fucking him the whole time behind my back huh? That was the fucking reason you wanted to ‘keep it on the low’ wasn’t it!? I can’t believed I ever wanted to be with someone like you” you screamed at her, hurt lacing your voice, “y/n” she mumbled out trying to shush you, there was a crowd forming around you. “No, god I wish you and your psycho sister would have stayed on woodsborow and killed the people there and not the ones here. It’s been you guys all along hasn’t it!? God, I bet you also cheated on Amber with him. No wonder she wanted to kill uoi” There were tears forming in Tara’s eyes but you just kept going. But the slow blinks and the way you tapped the rhythm of her favorite song on the back of your hand made her suspicious. “I don’t ever wanna see you slut or your boy toy again” you turned and walked away, happy that Kirby held Chad back and Gale held Sam back. Otherwise you’d probably be dead.

Tara didn’t talk to anyone the whole day, she looked terrible and it hurt Sam to see her like this but she told her that you’d be bad news all along. “I’m sorry about what happened” she mumbled as she fell into step next to her, “it’s okay. I should have listened to you” she mumbled wiping her tears away. “You guys ready?” Kirby asked from the truck where she had all her stuff ready to track the call.

“Hello Sam” the voice from the other side of the phone said, “why are you doing this?” She asked looking around for anyone who could be the person. “Why are you being so unfriendly? I thought we could chat a bit, I mean, how’s your boy toy from next door?” Sams face fell, “and how is poor Tara? She lost her precious girlfriend didn’t she? They were cute when they were sneaking around, thinking that nobody would notice it” Tara’s eyes reared up again while sams jaw clenched. “Who are you?” She asked again making the person on the other side of the line groan. “You’re no fun” then the line went dead. “I got it, it’s somewhere on the west side” Kirby said, “Gale”

When they arrived Gale was already on the edge of bleeding out but the doctor still found a pulse making them let out a relieved sigh. “We gotta figure out who this is” chad said as all of them sat at the hospital. “He wants me, maybe I should just give myself to him” the older carpenter said making everybody jump up in protest. “Not happening” Tara said, Mindy and Anika nodding in agreement. “Can’t we just go somewhere safe?” Ethan asked, “no, he’d find us everywhere” Tara said, “but we can use that” she continued and explained her idea, quickly calling Kirby. Everybody was so focused on Tara that they didn’t notice Ethan also texting someone.

They decided to use public transportation as itd be harder for ghostface to attack them. And it was, at least until they got separated due to cute boy. But Ethan texted Chad that they’d be in the next train and would arrive 10 minutes later. When the first part arrived and Sam finally explained to Danny that he’d have to stay outside they met Kirby on the inside. “Let’s go look around” Tara said to Chad as Sam tried to get a hold of Mindy. “Uh look, Candy” Chad laughed as he pulled some old ass candy from the counter making Tara laugh, “you want these” she grinned unbelievably close to him, “nah, you can keep them” she mumbled looking up at him. “I’m sorry about y/n” he said as he looked down at her. “It’s okay, some things just aren’t meant to be” she answered before she was suddenly pulled back by ghostface. She whipped around and hit him before Chad and her took off trying to find Sam. “Ghostface” Tara said grabbing Sams hand and pulling her with them. They ran through several corridors trying to find a way out until a second one appeared cutting Chad off. Both of them started aggressively stabbing the boy causing Tara to scream out, Sam pulling her away. Once they found a bit of peace the older girls phone went off, “it’s Kirby Sam, she isn’t even with the FBI anymore. Went crazy they said” Wayne informed them.

Shortly after a ghostface appeared in front of them, then a second one and suddenly Kirby who pointed her gun at the two masked killers. “Don’t even act like it Kirby, we know you’re with them” Tara said, her voice breaking but before someone could say something the FBI agent was knocked out by one of the ghostfaces who then circled around the sisters. “Well well well” the sound came from the entrance showing officer Bailey. “This is nice isn’t it” he said as he walked closer, both ghostfaces coming to stand next to him. “It’s you” Sams mouth fell open in Realization. “Of course it’s me” he grinned “and this one here” he pointed to the right “is my son”. The ghost face pulled his mask off revealing Ethan. “If… that only leaves… Mindy?” Sams voice broke when she said her friends name. “Surprise” Quinn suddenly said, causing both of them to gasp as they believed she was dead. “How?” They asked causing the three of them to laugh. “Well, you know. Some fake blood and a different corpse. You wouldn’t believe the things they let you do when your daughter just died. But this isn’t even our best surprise” he said as a third ghostface appeared and again Sam feared that she’d find Mindy under the mask. “Look, when you Tara chose lovely Chad by cheating on poor little y/n, who did everything for you, we decided to choose y/n” and with that Tara’s biggest fear was confirmed. She has never felt so betrayed in her whole life, the person she loved so dearly and who knew about her trauma was doing something like this to her. It was you who hid under the mask a wicked smile on your face. “You should have listened to them, remember what I told you a couple of days ago” you said, your left eye twitching giving her a sign.

“Well, you’re probably asking yourself why we are doing this” Wayne started his speech looking up at the screen where a video of young Richie played. Quinn was watching it with him while Ethan watched Tara, making it your place to watch Sam who glared at you so hard you’d think she could actually kill you like this. You circled the girl, slowing when you were in front of her turning the knife in your hand so the handle showed her way. She looked at you confused but then quickly grabbed the knife while you pulled a second one out so they wouldn’t notice. “He was a limb dick” Sam started making fun of Richie which made his sibling walk towards her giving you a second to check on Tara who was looking at you with hate and sadness. You circled her, waiting for some kind of signal from Sam. The signal came as Sam stabbed Quinn, you acted like you were so perplex that you lost Tara cursing a bit when you noticed. “Go get them” Wayne screamed making the sibling run to them. They carpenters were climbing a railing when the police officer suddenly fired a gun causing Tara to slip and hold onto sams hand. She was slipping more and more while Ethan stood under her, “I’ve always wanted to stick something inside of you Tara” the sentence made you snap. You ran towards him kicking the weapon out of his hand, shortly before Tara jumped down into his arms. “Die a fucking virgin” she stabbed him into the mouth twisting the knife slowly. “Are you alright?” You immediately asked when her feet touched the ground, “don’t you dare even try to speak to me” she growled as she looked up to Sam who just shot Quinn in the head. “Tara come on” you tried but quickly figured out that Sam was in trouble so you ran up the stairs and tackled Wayne to the ground before he could hurt Sam. You were wrestling with him on the ground, “go Sam” you screamed trying to keep the man with the knife down but it was no use. The moment Sam was out of your vision you gave up, causing the man to stab you several times to the point you became unconscious. The last thing you remembered was a blonde woman knocking him off of you.

“Guys guys I figured out who it is” Mindy called out as she arrived at the scene, “it’s Wayne and Ethan” she said proudly, “and Quinn. Long story” Sam added, “and Y/n” Tara added with a small voice. “Well, you know I wasn’t really a big fan of her but she wasn’t really a part of this. She was the one who gave me the knife and she saved me from Bailey” Sam told her with a hand on her shoulder while Tara teared up. “She’s dead now anyways” she was sad, even though you betrayed her she loved you and she will never have the chance to tell you that.

“We got another one, barely alive. We need to go now” the sisters turned to find you on a Carrier, unconscious with several stab wounds and bruises. “Wait” Tara screamed out and climbed into the ambulance. You guys had a lot to talk about.

You woke up a day later, “am I dead?” You mumbled out as you looked around the white room until you heard someone chuckle. “No you’re not” Tara said with a small smile. “I guess we should talk huh” you said as you saw the tears in her eyes.

You had a lot to explain…

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Part two with the “explanation”?

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you

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icansoiwill · 1 year

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Heart of Stone Chapter 2: Two New Friends

~Summary: It’s a new day. Joel couldn’t ignore the feeling. He knows her from somewhere. He just can’t figure out where. Tess is hurt and it leads them to need (y/n)’s help. When they try to find the guy, they meet another friend.

~Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

~Words: 1.5k

~Warnings: Mention of sex, some similarities to the show that I thought would fit (I do not own the copyright), cursing (if that bothers you), idk what else...

~A/N: I feel like idk what I’m doing lol, I hope you like though!

Previous Chapters: Chapter One

Next Chapter: Chapter Three

Joel stood in the the entry way of the bedroom. His hands on his hips looking down at the floor. He kept shaking his head, like some past memory of her would arise out of know where and appear in the forefront of his brain.

“Where the heck have I seen her before?” Joel question out loud. He knows her from somewhere. It was like this energy he couldn’t shake. He remembered how her eyes looked inviting. Like a place that felt like home. Like Texas. Like Tommy. Like Sarah…. He thought about they way her hair looked messy but still put together. Like she had just got it done or something. It was beautiful. It was hard not to see the beauty in her. He wanted to think about he all day long.However, it felt unfair to Tess to think about (y/n). Tess was everything he needed in a post outbreak partner. She was resourceful, smart, and gave him some of the best sex since the outbreak. Tess always felt like more than that to him, though. They has been together for a while. He trusted Tess with his whole being. Nobody else could get that from him. Suddenly Joel’s thoughts were interrupted when he began to hear the door knob rattle. He moved swiftly to sit at the round table in the kitchen. Sitting at the specific spot that had a gun strapped under it.

“Damnit” He heard Tess say as she struggled with getting the door open. He took his hand off the gun and got up from his seat. Joel instantly walked over to help open the door and was met by a bruised and beaten face.

“What happened?” Joel gruffly asked.

“Nothing, just a couple of Robert’s dumb teens roughed me up. It’s nothing to worry about” Tess stated.

“Tess, if they did this…” Joel starts. He seats Tess at the table and then turns to grab a cloth and some rubbing alcohol from the cabinet.

“Joel, don’t worry about it.” Tess tells him. Joel sits in a chair facing her and dabs a little of the alcohol on the cloth. He brings it up to meet Tess’ face and she inhales sharply. “We have bigger problems. Robert sold all of our pills and sold the battery he promised us”

“What do you mean? We don’t have a battery anymore?”

“No” Tess tells him blatantly.

“Where is he? Robert needs to hear from me.” Joel spat out angrily as he pulled the cloth away from her face to make eye contact with her.

“Joel, focus. Look, I don’t know where he is, but we can find out. Quietly. I don’t need you causing a scene and running him off”

“Fine. We’re gonna need help when we find him though.”

“I agree, I'll get (y/n) to help.” Tess told Joel. With that Joel got his and Tess’ things ready to go questioning. Luckily they didn’t have to go far.

Joel stood at the corner of a wall as he watched Tess talk to the sketchy guy. The guy looked at Joel, who looked at him without hesitation, and then back at Tess. Joel could see her slip a few ration cards towards him. This made him upset. But he needed to keep his guard up for her. He needed to keep watch. Joel gets interpreted quite suddenly…

“Hey man,” some guy comes up to Joel, “you look like your feeling a little lost…”

Before the guy could even finish, Joel says “if you tell me to look for the light, I’ll break your fucking jaw”

Before he knew it Tess was walking back over to him.

“I had to give up a few rations, but nothing we can’t handle. I have Robert’s locations. Let’s go find (y/n)”

Tess knew where (y/n) would be. She led them to the food pantry. Tess told him that she eats here all the time. Joel found it odd that you ate most of your meals at the food pantry considering that it wasn’t that good. Once she spotted you, she made her way over there on her own.

Joel watched Tess talk to you with the same hard expressions that he had earlier. He saw you look over at him from where Tess was. You instantly looked back at Tess. Joel couldn’t hear the conversations going on, but from the looks of it you had agreed to help with whatever they needed. Both Tess and you got up from the table you were sitting at and made your way over to him.

“Guess what Groucho, we’re working together!” You said with a bit too much enthusiasm, or may be sarcasm, as you smacked his arm. Joel couldn’t tell which it was. But It defiantly made his heart jump when you touched him.

“Oh great, I can’t wait” Joel replied unemotionally. He made his way next to Tess as you two walked by. Joel wanted to keep a distance between you two, something was happening that he didn’t know what to do with.

“We’ll head back to our place now to get the rest of our shit together” Tess told (y/n). “Meet us in an hour at the southwest maintenance entrance to the subways. They’re just past our block. Make sure you have a weapon.”

“Sounds good, see you guys in an hour” She tells Tess.

Joel and Tess quickly make it back to the apartment. They grab the last few things they needed before going to hunt down Robert. Joel grabbed his backpack and a gun, meeting Tess at the door. As they walk out of the apartment and headed towards the maintenance doors Joel can’t help but think of the way you looked yesterday. When your eyes met his, you hair perfectly fell with your face. Little strings of hair falling out from the place where it was tucked behind your ear. It was just long enough to frame your face perfectly.

“Hey are you listening to me?” Tess said.

“Huh?” Joel replied being snapped out of his memory of you.

“I asked if you brought your bolt cutters.” Tess repeated.

“Of course I did. It’s not my first rodeo.”

As they both came up to the street, Joel saw you. Flannel, black tank top, and worn jeans. You were walking towards them rummaging though a worn dark green backpack hanging over your shoulder. Eventually you zipped up the backpack and picked up your pace to meet Joel and Tess at the door.

“You got a flashlight right?” Tess asked (y/n).

“Of course, it’s not my first rodeo” (y/n) replied.

Joel smirked slightly at the comment. He pulled the bolt cutters out of his bag and cut the dead bolt on the doors.

“Grab your flashlights” Tess said to them.

They followed Tess through the doors and continued until they got the spot.

“Here” Tess said as she pointed her flashlight toward the wall, highlighting the symbols that lied upon it.

“We’ll go through this door. Then up a latter and at the top there’s a door that will lead to a hallway. Then we’ll be in the place we need to.”

Tess again took the lead. Joel motioned for (y/n) to go first. Through the door was a small space, not much existed here. Other than the few switch boards and machines, it was pretty much just the latter. Tess began going up, then (y/n). Joel followed in suit.

“How far up we going?” Joel Questioned.

“No far” Tess replied.

“Well it looked like they reframed the whole structure of this latter” Joel stated, “They probably did this in the 80’s. At that time they were all cutting down apartment sizes to sell condos.”

“Oh well, this has been ‘Construction Corner’ with Joel Miller everyone. Please stay tuned as we’ll have questions with the man himself” (y/n) spoke in a television tone. Joel gave an annoyed blank look she couldn’t see.

Tess struggled with the door when they got to it. There was an unusual heaviness. Joel moved in and pushed his way through almost falling over what was keeping it closed.

“Careful.” (Y/n) whispered harshly. Joel held up a hand to let her know he was okay.

“What the fuck happened here?” Tess said as she looked at the body keeping the door closed.

“That piece of rat shit” Joel said, “He tried to sell that damn battery again.”

Joel crouched in front of Robert’s slumped body, “And the bitch snorted them before we could get it back” saying as he flicked his nose.

A ruckus came from down the hall. Joel pulled out his gun. He signal for the both of you to do the same. He took point this time, making his way down the hall towards the noise. He made his way close to the right side of the wall. Once he got to the corner he took a slight peak to see a woman struggling to help another women up. He lifted his gun higher now, making his way closer as quietly as possible. Then suddenly a door opens.

“Haaaaa” screams a girl coming from the door. Joel throws he against the wall. (Y/n) could see the subtle shock in his eyes when he realized the girl couldn’t of been older than sixteen.

“Joel?” A women questioned

“Marlene?” Joel said.

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hoonfever · 2 years

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ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ; ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

Summary ┈➤ You and Jungwon have always had some sort of issue. Nobody at your school knew when they started, but everyone knew it was Mei versus Jungwon. But with finals coming up, Mei starts slipping up, and Jungwon (being the fierce competitor he is) has to make sure his competition is still up for the challenge.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.4K

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Jungwon x Fem!Reader

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Enemies to Lovers/Rivals to Lovers ; Highschool AU, FLUFFF

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: explicit language, mentions of food

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: bestfriend!Sunoo, All other enhypen members, mentions of members from Aespa and other groups.

ᴀ/ɴ: Motivation rlly comes and goes mate. Anyways here's the fic!

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: @/drunkjazed

Fic below!

“Y/N, can you stay behind after class today?” Mr Lim whispers to me as he sets my marked test on my desk. I nod quietly as he continue handing back papers. I hear him whisper a “you too, Jungwon” from behind me, but I don’t hear Jungwon’s response.

The class ends not long after, the students start filtering out of the classroom and into the open space of the large school.

“Jungwon and Y/N, come here please.” Mr Lim says from his desk, bringing his glasses onto his face as Jungwon and I approach him.

“I’m guessing you’re both wondering what I called you here for,” Mr lim starts, looking up from whatever documents he has scattered across his desk. The two of us nod in response and Mr Lim sighs.

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this, Jungwon, but Y/N has had some family matters to attend to during the past week. Her focus has been elsewhere, and understandably so.” He says and I suck in a breath through my teeth as I look down at my hands. I see Jungwon look at me in the corner of my eye, but quickly looks back at Mr Lim. The tension between us increases drastically.

“To clarify, I need you, Jungwon, to sort of ‘tutor’ Y/N. Or at least assist her with her homework and assignments here and there. Can you do that?” Mr Lim asks and I wait for Jungwon to respond, but his response never comes.

“I’m asking you, Jungwon, because I’ve seen how competitive you and Y/N get sometimes. It visibly benefits the both of you, seeing as your grades have been increasing every semester. Are you honestly going to let your competitor back out of the race, when you could easily help her?

“I can’t believe I agreed to do this.” Jungwon says from behind me as we walk out of the classroom. “Then again, it’s nice knowing that you need my help. A bit of an ego-booster, if you ask me.”

“Huh, I didn’t think your ego could do that anymore.” I mutter in response and Jungwon walks beside me with a smug smile.

“There she is. I almost missed this Y/N, just almost.”

“Don’t get to comfortable. We’re still not friends.”

“Ouch.” Jungwon says, feigning sadness with a hand to his chest. “I thought we were getting somewhere with this.”

“Tough love, right?” I reply with a small smile as we split up to head towards our separate classes.

“Y/N? Is that you?” I turn to face whoever’s unfamiliar voice is calling me from across the hall. I can see her through the crowds. I wish I couldn’t see her at all. I wish I would just brush it off as my imagination.

But no.

Hye-Jin is here, right now.

She walks towards me and locks her arm with mine with a genuine-looking smile.

I don’t buy it.

“It’s been so long since I last saw you! How’ve you been?” She asks sweetly and I shake her off gently.

“Look, Hye-Jin, this reunion has been sweet and all – and it’s been so great to catch up with you, but I need to go. I’ll see you when I see you-” I try to walk off but she grabs my arm and pulls me towards her.

“How’s your brother? Did he break up with that slu-”

“He’s dead, Hye-Jin.” I cut her off impulsively, squeezing my hand into a fist to stop myself from crying.

“Oh… Sorry then.” Hye-Jin responds awkwardly before walking away without a word. Hye-Jin has always had a ‘crush’ on Se-Jun; I wouldn’t call it a crush, more of a strange romantic fantasy that just happened to involve him. Hye-Jin only met him because she was my best friend – then he got a girlfriend and she cut me off. As if Se-Jun getting a girlfriend had anything to do with me. I need to check on Ae-ri soon, now that I think of it.

“Who was that?” Sunoo asks from behind me, scaring me in the slightest.

“Just an old friend I haven’t seen in a while.” I respond with a smile and Riki hums to himself.

“I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling us, noona… Oh my god- IS SHE A HOMEWRECKER-?” Riki doesn’t get to finish as Sunoo slaps his hand on Riki’s mouth.

“You’re too confident these days, Riki. You can’t say that about people in public.” Sunoo scolds but soon rips his hand off of Riki’s face with a scream.

“YOU JUST LICKED MY HAND – YOU ANIMAL.” Sunoo screams frantically as he tries to find a tissue.

“This version of you is scary, Riki.” I joke as he laughs at Sunoo’s crazed searching.

“If scary is a code of some sort for ‘extremely cool and funny and handsome and the best prankster’, then yes. I am very,very ‘scary’.” Riki responds with a smirk before tossing Sunoo a small back of wet wipes, which Sunoo opens with incredible speed.

I can’t help but smile.

“Y/N… the fact that you don't understand this basic concept is concerning.” Jungwon grumbles as he shuts the book before us. The school is pretty much empty, excluding those who participate in extra murals after school. He runs his hand through his hair with a sigh.

“Wanna take a break? I know a café nearby, if you’d like?” Jungwon asks, his kindness taking my by surprise – which I’m guessing was obvious to the boy sitting beside me.

“Sure, a little coffee break won’t hurt, right?”

Fun fact: it did hurt.

Jungwon was lying when he said the café was near the school. A 25 minute walk is not near, at all.

We approach the café and I hear Jungwon snicker behind me, presumably at my failed attempt at hiding my exhaustion.

“Stop trying to act cool and just head inside.” He rolls his eyes and opens the front door of the café. Jungwon seems significantly more relaxed as we enter, as if he spends all his time here.

“Hey wonyoung.” He greets the barista comfortably, and she smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Hi Jungwon-oppa! Do you want your regular?” She asks cutely, the way she talks makes me cringe just slightly.

“Yeah, sure. What’re you gonna order, Y/N?” Jungwon says the last part quieter, leaning little bit closer to me as he speaks.

“Oh, um- I’ll have an iced vanilla latte.” I respond and Wonyoung giggles quietly.

“Jungwon usually comes here alone, so it’s nice to see him here with a friend. Especially since you’re a girl-” Jungwon shushes her and I chuckle awkwardly. I hear a high pitches gasp from behind us and shrug.

“Hye-Jin. Of course.” I mutter to myself and Jungwon looks at me confusedly.

“Who’s Hye-Jin-”

“Y/NNNNN!!! It’s me!” She calls out to me before I feel her hand on my shoulder.

“Is this your boyfriend? OMG HI! I’m Hye-Jin, Y/N’s childhood best friend.” She introduces herself sweetly, moving me aside slowly.

“Um, I’m not-”

“Don’t be modest! Y/N is clearly lucky to have you – I mean, just look at you! I never would’ve thought someone like you would go for someone like that.” She says with a smile as I roll my eyes.

“Look, I-” Jungwon is once again interrupted by Hye-Jin’s obnoxiously loud laugh.

“Sorry, that might’ve been a bit rude.” She apologises with a pout and I shrug.

“Can you leave now? You’re literally doing nothing other than insult me, so if you have nothing else to say, you can leave. Also, I’m not dating Jungwon, and even if I was, that has literally nothing to do with you.” I interrupt with a scowl.

“Sure. Sorry I guess. I’ll be leaving now, Ciao!” She waves, specifically at Jungwon, before walking off.

“So… I’m guessing she isn’t really your best friend, huh?” Jungwon says awkwardly as we get our coffee and head to a table near the window.

“Yeah.” I reply softly. The two of us sit down in an awkward silence.

“Don’t feel the need to start a conversation, by the way.” Jungwon speaks after taking a long sip of his coffee.

“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not-” I admit and he laughs.

“I’m not, don’t worry. Just drink your coffee.” He says with a smile. I don’t know if we’re actually friends or if it’s the fact that we’re at his favourite café, but seeing Jungwon smile so genuinely at me is strange… but also really nice.

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nelweensfic · 8 months

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The Sorrengails

Read the previous part from my Fourth Wing sequel here 💜

"Cadet Sorrengail!" A voice rips me away from my daydream. "Did you hear what I just said?"

"No, Wingleader Aetos."

Things have been hard between me and Dain since I returned to Basgiath. I pretend I didn’t know he saw my memories without my consent. But I’ve been feeling so betrayed. Yet after months in Basgiath, I now excell at pretending nobody can touch me anymore. Unless it's a woman.

"General Sorrengail wants to see you," Dain orders. He tries to reach for me but I step back just in time. "Is everything alright?" he asks.

He looks guilty, like he really does care about me. As if he really wants to check on me… about what happened…

"Yeah, I'm fine." I nod and sigh. "Let's not let her wait. You know how she can be."

He nods as I show indifference. If I have to pretend then I will pretend I'm bored of all of this.

Xaden's right. I have to focus on being a better rider. They're not ready for what is coming.Though, neither am I.

I walk into the hallways, knowing the path by heart now. The students think this is torture for me, seeing my mother everyday and coming back more defeated than before. Yet they don't know what happens there. They all think I’m getting tested all over and over.

As soon as I knock on the door my heartbeat increases.

"Come in!" Mom shouts from behind the door. "You're late, Violet," she says with accusation.

"Let me pretend I don't want to come. People will be suspicious otherwise."

Mom nods and stands up, walking toward the window next to her desk. The map behind her shows the real time ward problems. I’ve learned that it isn’t the real map. Not the one both of us know.

"Xaden contacted me," mom starts.. "Venins are coming our way, quickly."

My breath stops at the name. Xaden. I haven't heard of him since I left Aretia four months ago.

"Is he here?" I ask, trying not to sound too desperate.

"They're at the Vale," she continues with a smile. "He's waiting for you, actually."

I look at her, confused. Not about the fact that Xaden is waiting for me. But why am I so excited by the news? I should despise him. He has lied to me.

"It's my fault, Violet," mom says suddenly, hands resting on my shoulders. When did she move so fast? "Don't forget that I wanted you to learn how to fight. A new revolution is coming. Our revolution with Brennan. I know Xaden did his best to hide the truth to protect you. Brennan and I didn't want you to know before your third year."

"I know," I whisper. "I need to be stronger."

"And you will be, Silver One." Tairn’s voice resonates in my mind. "Come see him. He's asking too many questions about you. I'll burn him if he doesn't stop."

"There is no training today," mom says. "I want you to bring me a list of names of the ones that will train with you."

I look at her. She wants me to train others and let them know about it? I feel like she already knows who I’ll choose. I always hang out with the same people anyway.

"We need allies, Violet. I want you to be sure."

"You know who I’ll choose. Xaden would agree, so ask him."

She nods. Why I talk about Xaden is beyond me. I miss him too much. Maybe not for the right reasons, though.

"You’re dismissed, Cadet Sorrengail," mom said firmly. "Go see him, we'll talk again tomorrow."

Edit: Next part here

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bcacstuff · 2 years

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Famous last words…

Last Sunday I posted a video of MA, answering an Anon and starting with the words that I contemplated posting it for a while, and decided to do so because of the cause I saw to voice the main point of the video, the culture currently where women who come forward, speaking their mind about their experience and how they feel about it are slaughtered, attacked, misjudged, falsely accused about their motives and I can go on for a while, at the same time men walk away with clean hands and are not held accountable. Minor or major, right or wrong, whatever, women should feel free and safe to express their feelings about what happened, and should be treated fair and equally to men. That to me was and still is the main topic and the reason why I posted it.

There is no point in rehashing the same discussion that already happened 18 months ago. See this, this and this post. All that needed to be said was already said, and maybe I should quote myself from that last post:

“And this is exactly why things will keep getting back at him. If you don’t deal with it, it will come back to you.“

That should tell you enough. People that accuse MA of seeking attention, should ask themself why they are making her and her events with S the major topic again, as they are the ones themselves giving it that attention. Not MA, she never even mentioned his name in her video, only pointed out the similarity.

I wasn’t going to post about it anymore, it gets exhausting and repeating myself over and over, I’m sounding like a broken record. But I also received a number of Anons that I feel did get the main point and wrote their messages about to me. Usually I would do screenshots, but this time I thought I will take some quotes from their messages and address them in that way.

“When a woman willingly has a relationship with a married man or makes a casual hook up date from a stranger in her DMs and then picks up her megaphone of outrage when it all goes tits up then, as someone who has had continual verbal and physical sexual harrassment in the workplace and eventually rape, some instances just don't measure up for me. If any of the persons involved were not "famous" then nobody would give a crap. Nobody would get on their high horse and nobody would chip in with their two cents worth. Fame doesn't equate to trustworthiness yet women suddenly lose all common sense of physical and emotional safety when this silly "sliding into DMs" occurs when one party is well known. This doesn't mean that I believe women should not be vocal when these things happen but, for example, when there are historic cases of DJs being taken to court because one once brushed the butt of a producer in 1973 or there was an unwanted kiss from a has been actor that was so long ago he can't remember that decade let alone one five minutes of it, I feel it somewhat lets down our cause, our freedom, the right to choose when we want to bear children and what we do with our hair, what we wear and to safely walk home at night, to not be attacked in our own home by someone we thought loved us. Being stood up or being dumped or f*cking a rock star or actor or politician etc - yeah, I'm sorry but it just does not register on my offence scale.”

I can see your point, and do agree but also see another side of it. Other things that should be considered in the whole story perhaps. First, I'd consider the age of the women. And second, I do question how 'willingly' it really is. There are many cases I've seen where it involves some kind of manipulation, age related insecurity, younger people that are on the brink of building their career and being impressed (or intimidated) by the older, already established career man. it can be in the (famous) public sector, or it can be in a specialism, actually at any place.

“It’s women like her that blow up nothing and make real victims, like me, not be heard or worse, not want to come forward.”

Many times real victims are not heard from the point they start to come forward. In the cases we know about, the women have endured a lot or criticism, harassment and falsely accused of wrong motivations before they actually were heard and taken serious. That is just the point, many times the women are attacked, no matter if it is about something minor or major (or what someone considers minor or major).

On this point I would also like to add that bad behaviour doesn't occur overnight. We bring up our children learning them and correcting their behaviour, in order to have a fair, safe and civilized society. If you don't correct a child steeling a cookie from the cookie jar, the chances that it will start shoplifting are a lot higher. It could even result in the person becoming a burglar and criminal. The percentage of children that have stolen a cookie from the cookie jar and becoming a burglar is of course low, thank the Lord. But it would be a lot higher if we do not correct or point out poor behaviour.

“A person could also argue that if the matter is dealt with publicly, by their own hand, then expect public backlash. It doesn't make it right but literally everyone knows how the socials work and how the fanatics and the crackpots will respond”

I think we start to just be silent more and more, because it's not worth to be bullied or receive threats for our opinion or for expressing our feelings. I'm not saying that everyone should always air everything on social media, but I do feel when the reason to not put something out there is fear of public backlash, then we are on the wrong way of learning how to communicate.

Yes literally everyone knows how social media works, since we all let it be that, or do nothing to be let it be something different. Is it what we wanted it to be? Isn't it time to backdown those fanatics and crackpots, together. If we all shut up, and turn our heads away, will they go away too? Or will they take over the public opinion and make it the norm (most of us don't want it to be I figure).

“Dating multiple people, ghosting, it’s just how it works. Dating apps and connecting is the digital version of meeting in person. If you were physically in the same place and stopped your interest, you’d walk away or give a fake number and never call again or whatever. That’s all this is!”

No it isn't just how it works. It is how it is now presented to us, but what we don't see is that people do have feelings. Do have emotions, do feel led on. If you were in a physical place, you could at least see it on their face. You don't walk away if you're on a date, you don't say you go to the restroom and then don't come back. If you do, you're a coward, and an indecent person. It is not normal, and I bet most of us don't want that to be the norm. Hence we should address it and be clear about it that it is poor behaviour. If in your opinion this is what the world has become, it is a cold place to be and I refuse to think so.

Would you say this to your friend, who tells you how she feels being ghosted, or led on? Or would you say, that sucks, that guy is a jerk doing so?

“The behaviors/attitudes that many fans find acceptable or try to excuse away with male celebrities are the same ones they would rip an ordinary guy in their hometown to shreds for. When a celebs first response on being called out/caught is to get defensive or go on the attack, it’s rather telling (about them). Women, celebs or not, end up "being as much to blame", "should know better", "need to move on," of “questionable character, etc., while the male gets the "boys will be boys" pass.”

Exactly this 👆

At the end of the day, we are all responsible for what our society looks like, how we live and take other peoples feelings into account and feel accountable for what we do. We all make mistakes, we all did dumb things, in our teens, in our twenties. We all learn from it and learn how we can make this world a good place to live for everyone. We have rules, laws but we also have responsibility, decency and unwritten rules we answer to. That's why we think we are civilized, right?

Ultimately in this discussion, women do always have the right to come forward, it can be discussed in a decent and respectful way. Equally to men. That doesn't include calling them names, falsely accusing them and their motivations, threatening them, attacking them etc. etc. We can stay silent about it and shrug our shoulders and say, oh that's just social media, or we can use our voice and speak up and at least try to keep our civilization.

Note: I considered to close the comments, as I prefer not to have a discussion about S+MA again. Though a discussion about the subject of this topic I encourage. So I leave the comments open, but hope you will respect my request. If not, I might remove your comment.

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Five Nights at Phoenix x Wonderland, Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: The Miya Girls Search and Rescue Squad

Coming back from the Sekai there was one person that Saki immediately needed to contact. Lunch break was still going on, so there was no better time than now to strike. Saki hurried to Class 1-A to find the person in question.

“Kohane~!” Saki called out as she slid open the door. Sure enough, the biggest fan of Phoenix x Wonderland was sitting there eating her lunch in peace.

She jumped upon hearing her name. “Wah! S-Saki? What are you doing here?” Kohane asked.

Saki walked over to her, pulling up a desk. “I need your help with something. Do you think you can lend a hand?”

“Depends on what it is...” Kohane responded, very unsure.

“Do you want to break into Phennyland incredibly late at night?”

Kohane stopped. She stared at Saki, blinking a few times as she tried to process the question. “I-I’m sorry you want to do what?”

“Do you want to break into Phennyland with me?” Saki repeated, just as earnestly as before.

“I’m fairly sure that’s illegal.” Kohane pointed out. “Plus, um... why do you even want to go? After the landslide there really isn’t much there anymore.”

Saki had to agree there. “Well yeah... but I feel like something isn’t quite right about the disappearances.”

“Oh.” Kohane said, realizing what Saki meant.

“Nobody even bothered to look for them. Don’t you find that weird? That’s why I want to go into Phennyland myself and get to the bottom of things!” Saki declared. “I know you were really close to Emu, so... that’s why I want to ask you if you wanted to come with me!”

Now Kohane was thinking. “I mean... I’ve noticed that too. I asked around if there was anyone who had seen Emu before the incident, and nobody had seen her once during the day. Same for the other cast members.”

She looked back over at Saki. “What are you hoping to find there?”

“Anything that could give me a clue on what happened to my brother and his friends.” Saki said. “I don’t care what it is. I’ll take newspaper clippings, destroyed structures, even...” She looked down, lowering her voice. “Even a body, if that’s what it takes to get to the bottom of this.”

“Saki...”

Kohane placed one hand on her chin, trying to think. “If you wanted to search around the park, it’d be best if you brought your own light source. I don’t think the park lights still work anymore after the landslide. Do you have any ideas on where it is that you might find a clue?”

“I want to check the Wonder Stage first. It was where they all spent most of their time, so if there’s something under the rubble or hidden away, that’s the first place I’d look.” Saki reasoned. “From there... maybe the Phoenix Stage? That seems like another place my brother might have gone. But I’m not too sure.”

By now, Kohane had started to sincerely consider it. “I can think of a few extra places as well... But I still have rehearsal with my team, and my parents are going to wonder where I am late at night if I sneak out.”

Ah right. Parents. Saki had completely skipped over that part. Her mom would probably veto the idea the second it was brought up. “Then we’ll just have to sneak out when nobody is awake!” She declared. “Like the vigilante superheroes we are, finding the truth when authority has failed us. We strike at midnight and-”

“Okay, okay, stop!” Kohane started laughing at the ridiculous voice Saki was putting on. “So, midnight then... I could try and sneak out. But we still have school this week. We’d need to be back home before our parents are awake.”

The two thought together. “School starts at 8 in the morning. So, maybe if we get out of the park by 6 AM, we’d have several hours to get back home?”

That made sense to both of them. “Then we’d need rides... none of us can drive, and I doubt the trains and buses are open at that time.” Saki said.

“Phennyland is pretty close to both of our houses, isn’t it? We could just walk.” Kohane said in reply.

“Then we shall walk!”

“Do we want to meet up prior to going to the gates?”

“Hey, why don’t we go shopping for things we need after school today?”

And just like that, the two had formed their coalition.

“Alright, let’s call practice there.” Akito said. “You all did good today.”

“Real good!” An cheered, sighing in relaxation. “Kohane you were on top of your game today!” She patted Kohane on the back, causing the other to blush profusely.

“Make sure you rest up well this week.” Toya said. “With the event next week, we don’t want to risk any health issues.”

Akito nodded in agreement. “He’s right. Get some sleep this week. You’re going to need it.”

Kohane could only give a small sheepish laugh. “I-I’ll do my best! Haha...” She didn’t want to lie to them about going to the park. “Anyway, I think I need to get home now. There’s some homework I need to finish.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, Kohane!” An waved as Kohane scurried off to the train station. She had a long night ahead of her, and she needed her sleep.

“Ichika! You’re falling behind!” Shiho barked at the guitarist. The band had rented out their typical practice room for rehearsal today.

“S-Sorry!” Ichika meekly responded, her playing coming to a strict halt. “I’d like to run through that section again, if you don’t mind...”

Honami checked her wristwatch. “I’d love to as well, but I think we’re out of time for today.” She said.

Shiho mumbled a few choice words to herself before letting out a sigh. “Alright. Let that section be your homework, Ichika. As for the rest of you, you know what you need to work on.”

Saki slowly packed up her keyboard, heart racing. She was actually going to break into the park. She could hardly contain herself.

“Saki.” Shiho’s voice brought her back to reality.

She turned towards the bassist. “Y-Yeah?”

Shiho seemed concerned by something. “Be careful tonight.” She said.

Did she know? Saki frowned for a moment, trying to think. Maybe they were overheard in Sekai? Maybe Miku told her? She pulled out a smile once more. “Aw, thanks!”

The gates of Phoenix x Wonderland loomed before the two of them. The landslide had knocked part of the gate loose, making a large opening where the ticket gate was previously. A large metal fence had been set up around the whole park by the police, preventing anyone from easily getting inside. But it didn’t take very long until the two of them found a small hole where the fences connected to slip through to get inside. “It’s midnight...” Kohane mumbled, checking her phone. “Are you sure this a good idea? I don’t think we should be here.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine!” Saki assured her. “There shouldn’t be anyone else here. We’ll just get to the Wonder Stage, search around, and be out before 6 AM!” She confidently pointed towards the park. “And so, the first mission of the Miya Girls Search and Rescue Squad has officially begun!”

Kohane snickered at the name. “W-When was that name decided?” She giggled.

“On my way here! Do you like it?”

“It’s amazing.”

The two slowly stepped down and across the rickety and unstable earth to walk over to the park, flicking on their flashlights as they made it to the park gates. Saki led the way, stopping right in front of the ticket gates. “Tsukasa... I will find you. I promise.” She whispered, before she and Kohane stepped inside.

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nella09archive · 9 months

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Marriage. 38

Chapter 38: Home Cooking

“Come on Gohan. I need to make sure you’re 100% ok. Don’t hold back.” Good, I like the power behind that punch. “Very good. Now listen up. You be good to mommy, and don’t give her any trouble.”

“Yes, daddy. When we come back, can we go camping again?” I couldn’t help but smile at that. Even though I felt slightly sad that we miss our yearly trip, I definitely look forward to our next.

“Ok, but mommy gets to come.” He nodded at that, and gave me a big smile. With that he left the room with Ox King. Chichi waited till everyone left, before he approached me. She looked worried.

“You sure about this? We finally became a family again, and now he’s leaving again.” She then begins to cry. I hate when my Chichi cries. I wish I could hug her, and make all her pain go away.

“I don’t like it either, but…” I really don’t know what to say. What could I say to make it better? Then I remembered! What if Bulma’s dad fixed MY ship, and when I’m heal, I can go get Gohan. “Hey.” She looks at me. “Remember where I told you grandpa found me?” She nods. “Maybe the ship, I was sent in, is around there. Maybe Mr. Brief could fix it, and I could get Gohan after I’m healed.” Her face lit up at that. You mean it! “Yeah! Then after that we can all stay home.” My wife loves that idea. So much so, that she’s dropping kisses on my face. Everywhere but where I want her lips to be. She then stops and is about to walk away. “Hey!” You’re being a meanie butt! You better come back here! Or what? She’s giggling. Oh, she’s going to get it.

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Oh, she’s going to get it. No, I’m not. That was payback for that little comment the other day. Once I made it home, I noticed how independent my Gohan was behaving. He grew so much during that year. He didn’t even need my help to get out of the car. “Gohan.” He looks at me from the front door. “Before you even think about training, or going off, you have to do all your missed homework.” He looked ready to argue back, but instead he held his head down and agreed. “If you finish more than half before dinner, you can have an hour before bath time.” He lit up at that. Now he was bouncing around me, to hurry and open the door. The moment I did, he almost knocked me over, running to his room.

He really is like Goku, so silly. When they get permission to do something, they just lose the meaning of patience. Now to get a hand on dinner. I had already precut everything, so all that’s left is the cooking. I wish Goku was here, that way everything would be absolutely perfect. I then automatically touch the bitemark. After finding out that he was an alien, I started wondering if this was the equant of a wedding ring. If that was the case, then this is even more special than I first thought. But there’s nobody to ask these questions.

Once dinner was done cooking, I went in search of my baby. When I entered his room, I saw the most heart shattering scene. He was holding the blanket I made for him, and it looks like he had cried himself to sleep. My poor baby. Was he trying to be a big man at the hospital? Is that why he didn’t cry. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, either. I held me baby, close to my chest, as I began to sob. I sobbed for the fact my baby wasn’t a baby anymore. I whaled for the fact I couldn’t protect him. And I angrily cried that I couldn’t turn back time, and stop this from happening. MY BABY BOY! MY FAMILY!

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I’m finally home. After a year away, I’m finally home! Mom wants me to study, it makes me sad, but that’s ok. When I entered my room, all thoughts of cheerly jumping on my bed left. There was something new in my room. I went to go pick it, and see what it was. It was a blanket, and it had hearts, and my name. Also, my favorite teddy bear had a blanket around him. Mom made these. She even when out to make one for teddy. Mommy is the best mommy every. Uh? There’s something written on the heart. “Mommy, Daddy & Gohan forever & ever.”

But it almost wasn’t going to be a forever and ever. Daddy died, and I wasn’t with mommy. I was dragged into a fight. I saw daddy’s friends die. Daddy? Daddy almost died a second time. I lost daddy once, and I was going to lose him a second time. No! NO! NO! NO! What if I lost mommy too? NO! NO! NO! I won’t let that happen! Daddy! I’m scared! Mommy! I’m so scared! Mr. Piccolo said I was strong; that he taught me everything he knows. But it doesn’t feel that way. I’m only a kid! I’m not supposed to be fighting! Mommy was right! But I can’t stop now! I have to do what I have to do! Once everything is done, I’ll be mommy’s good little man— No! I’ll be mommy’s good little boy. I have to be brave for both mommy and daddy. Even through I’m scared.

Uh? Why is mommy crying? I try to give her a hug. Mommy isn’t allowed to cry. “Mom, are you ok?”

“I am, with you hugging me.” She’s smiling, but she still looks sad. “Come one now, dinner is ready.” Oh no! I didn’t do my homework. “I’ll still give that hour. Only if you sleep in my bed tonight.” I nod at mommy. I want to sleep in her bed tonight, anyway.

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My son is home. My Chichi has Gohan back. Sad that I can’t join them. At least, Chichi left flowers. Seeing my Chichi again feels so wonderful. Hearing her voice, smelling her scent. I wonder what she cooked for dinner today. Gohan is so lucky, cause this hospital food taste horrible. Is it me, or were my friends cold to Chichi? They seemed almost scared to be in the same room with her. I really need to find out why. Oh, speak your wish and it shall be granted. “Hey you guys.”

“Is Chichi around?” Perfect.

“Why you ask?”

“She’s one scary lady. How do you even put up with her?” “Yeah, Goku. She doesn’t even want to let Gohan come with me and Krillin to Namek. I don’t see what’s the big deal. He is your son after all.” “Yeah. And she sure makes him study so much.” They started laughing among themselves.

“She just worries a lot. And Gohan is very smart. She just wants to keep him challenge.” It’s very simple.

“Yeah right. If she worries so much, why didn’t she worry about you? You’re her husband, and badly hurt. Some wife.” Bulma doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

“If so, may I ask something?”

“Sure bro. Ask a way.”

“So, what happened during the year I was dead?”

Bulma went on about fixing Raditz scooter. How she got everyone together, to train under Kami. And this nonsense about new clothes. Plus, how mad she is that I, nor Chichi, invited anyone to MY wedding. Not Chichi’s fault; that was my choice alone. Krillin went on and on about his training Kami and the guys. Master Roshi… I don’t even want to think about that. But I did notice not one of them mention anything about Gohan or Chichi. That leaves me to wonder, how did Chichi find out I was dead? Did anyone even try to stop Piccolo? Did anyone even cared to save my son? I was getting very annoyed of not knowing.

“So, who told Chichi?”

“Told Chichi, what?” And they call my stupid.

“Who told Chichi that I died?” I notice how they all looked at each other, not one stepping forward to speak. I’m getting very impatient. “Can someone speak up already!”

“I told her. And that you let Piccolo train Gohan.” What is Master Roshi saying? Did he really tell Chichi I let Piccolo take Gohan? No wonder Chichi is mad. That’s when I notice that Krillin was shaking and backing away. I told everyone to get out, except for Krillin.

“Tell me what happened, and don’t lie to me.” He told me how Piccolo just took Gohan; that he was too scared to fight back. He told me how everyone argued on who was going to tell Chichi, but no one stood up. Nobody even answered the phone when she was calling. How she went to them the next day, looking for me and Gohan. How she was choking Master Roshi, so he could tell her what happened. How she threaten Krillin to keep a watch on Gohan. And if he was in danger, to bring Gohan to her. My poor Chichi. “Krillin.” He looked at me, with shame in his eyes. “I’m going to need the biggest favor.” He nodded. “Please keep Gohan save for me. After all, he’s still a kid.”

“I’ll try my best Goku! I won’t fail you.”

“Good. Now get out.” He looked stunned, but he did leave, slowly. Bulma was the only one who came back in. “What do you want?” I was in no mood to speak to anyone.

“Look, Goku.” She placed a hand on the edge of my bed. I don’t like this. “As a long-time friend, I’ll do this one favor. I’ll pay your medical bills. And I’ll make sure all your records are top secret. I just want your permission to keep those records.”

“Why?”

“Who wouldn’t want to study alien DNA. Just think of it as your payment.” I agreed. But when she left, I felt slightly uncomfortable. Bulma does what she wants anyway, so why did she tell me this? Something really bugs me about that. Well, tomorrow Chichi and Gohan are going to come visit me. Maybe I’ll get lucky and get to kiss Chichi’s lips. I wonder if she’s asleep yet. Chichi? Goku? I’m giving Gohan a bath. So, don’t say anything funny. I just wanted to say I love you, and that I want to hear, what you did during the year. You’ll find out tomorrow. Oh, and Gohan has been practicing. Practicing what? Hi, daddy! Hi, Gohan. Now you two get plenty of sleep. Can’t wait to see you both, tomorrow. With the thought of that I finally fell asleep.

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Dad sounded so proud of me. I too, want to know what mom did during the year. Mom’s packaging a bag of food. Dad going to be so surprised! And it looks like some of it is dad’s favorites. I’m also glad mom said I could visit Krillin too. Now what book do I want to pack? I finished both math textbooks, history, basic science. Oh! I know which one.

Once we got to the hospital, mom had asked a nurse if she could get a wheelchair. Saying something about going to the roof for fresh air. We were so happy to know that we could do that. Once on the roof, mom found us a spot with lots of space. “So, Goku. Gohan has something to show you.” Mom looks so proud saying that.

“Really? Lets see!” Dad sounds so excited. I started to feel a little nervous now. I hope dad likes it. I been working very hard. I went to the middle of the clearly, and got into stance. “Wait!” I was surprised, but I kept my stance. “Right leg a little more out. I said out, not back. Shoulders down. Ben knees a little more. Too much. Ok. Ready. And. Start.” This actually feels more relaxed and stable. Why didn’t Mr. Piccolo tell me this. Anyway, I started to go into the motions. I started to realize with the adjustments my form seem to go more fluent. Once I stopped, I looked over to dad. He looked so proud of me. “That was very good Gohan. Did you learned that all on your own or Piccolo taught you?” Mom looked mad the moment Mr. Piccolo name was mentioned.

“No, daddy. I taught it to myself. I remembered the book mommy showed me, and how you did it when you were home.” Dad looks unbelievably proud.

“Come here and give daddy a hug.” I tried to be as gentle as possible. “I’m so proud of my little man! You did a great job!” Even mommy was praising me. It almost felt like how it was before. Mommy, daddy, and me so happy, and telling me I did a good job. I’m so glad I showed dad.

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I was so surprised when the nurse came in with a chair, with wheels. They said something about fresh air, and that got me excited. I was able to sit more and even walk a little, but they still made me stay in this damn bed. Now me, Chichi, and Gohan were on the roof, spending time together. Gohan showed me his kata that he was practicing. There were some flaw in his stance, and I tried to correct as much as possible. Also flaws in his whole movement, but sadly I couldn’t show him how. Either way, I’m so proud of my Gohan. He’s so talented and smart. Maybe I could ask Krillin to do a few corrections, while they on their trip. Disappointed it won’t be me, but I want him to be as ready as possible.

Then Chichi surprised me with her home cooking. I just knew I smelt something yummy coming from her, but she always smells yummy. She was feeding me, as Gohan read his book. He then would tell me what’s he’s reading, and it was about space. “Trying to get ready for your trip as much as possible, I see.” We all laughed.

Then we listened to what Chichi did all year. How she cried all night before she found out about my death. How she threaten Krillin, and trained and tried to find Gohan. Also, how strong she was in keeping hope that we will all be happy, once everything was done. My Chichi is truly perfect, and the real strong one among us. Gohan hugged his mommy, and even cried. “Come her hon.” The best I can, I placed her on my lap and gave her a hug. Now my Chichi was crying. “It’s ok. We’re here now. And when Gohan comes back home, we really will be together forever and ever.” I kissed her forehead. Gohan then got on Chichi’s lap, and hugged us both. He began to cry too.

NO! My family isn’t allowed to cry! I tried to hold back my own tears, and hug them tighter. My baby boy! My wife! My family wasn’t supposed to be hurt! They only should be happy! Without realizing it, tears did find their way down my face. I only realize I was crying when both, Gohan and Chichi, wiped the tears away. My job is to protect and make them happy, yet it feels like I failed them. No more!

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Daddy’s crying! Oh no! Daddy never cries!

My job is to protect and make them happy, yet it feels like I failed them.

“No daddy! You didn’t fail! You did everything you could! And that’s all we can ever ask for! You’re the perfect daddy!”

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Goku! My Goku. This really did a number on you as well. My tough guy finally letting it out. My job is to protect and make them happy, yet it feels like I failed them. That’s not true Goku!

“No daddy! You didn’t fail! You did everything you could! And that’s all we can ever ask for! You’re the perfect daddy!”

“Exactly Goku! Now come on tough guy. Show us the smile that says everything is going to be ok!” He tried to.

“I really don’t deserve you two. But I promise I’ll do everything I can and more to keep both of you safe and happy!” He then gave us his starry smile. Me and Gohan gave it back to him. We then enjoyed basking in each other’s company.

“Hey!” Goku had covered Gohan eyes, and was giving me that look. I couldn’t deny him this. I grabbed his face, and gave him the biggest heart-warming kiss, I could muster. We then just sat on the roof for a bit longer, till Gohan asked if he could visit Krillin on his own. I was going to tell him to wait for me, but Goku insisted he take nimbus. Once he left, Goku didn’t let go of me.

“Goku.”

“No. I want more kisses. I wanna kiss your boo boos away.”

“Goku, let go of me.” As I tried to get away, he was able to land a lick on my neck. That felt good. It’s been so long. Then a thought occurred. Since we were on the roof, and Gohan wasn’t around. “How badly you want to kiss my boo boos away?”

“If you couldn’t tell by now, then use your hand.” He was smirking. My hand started rubbing down his muscular chest, and when I reached my goal, I was very surprised how hard he was. I gently grabbed him. “Ah. Please. I miss you.” He started kissing my neck. The roof is very opened, but I also miss him.

“Let’s find a shadier spot first.” He was happy with that.

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There's about 350,000 people trying to get into Charlotte county. They're holding them all off and they're blabbing their asses off and it's terrible it's like the whole place has gone mad and it's so weak. Going to take them down they're blithering idiot asses. So once again I can't stand as an idiot who thinks he's doing something when he's doing nothing these an idiots are doing absolutely nothing. ... And yet have the worst attitude I've ever seen it's gross folks he's going through hell gas is from the worst offenders guy walks around has a kite text to her friend here like he's nothing and he's nothing okay that has a spoiled right he doesn't have anything that's worth anything but he's been doing to them to the max it should be executed for and they just sit there looking at him it's like well what do you feel going to get a life for Christ sake. We can no longer afford how they run things it's terrible there's no law and order and everything's natural law and they just go around shooting each other. Either we pull him out of there or we change what's going on here.

I've suggested a fewchanges I have issued them as orders it is all agree they're good I'm going to make those changes it's a positive thing we don't need to send to be a shoe shine or someone's lackey it's ridiculous I treat him like a popper and he can have this area wiped out in a few minutes with no problem and should bother us. We got the reports and what they're doing is wrong. And we see why it's important to know about it and to rectify it. We're sending it very large teams now and we need to affect change and we need to get businesses in here and we need to adjust businesses that are here in that they falsely represent us do anything that is according to our prescribed methodologies for most businesses very lazy slobs and they do it on purpose too it's very annoying to watch these people I don't want anybody getting the wrong idea and I have to educate everybody over and over because we keep getting recruits don't let them get away with what they're doing here so it's not working that way so I have to tell people that the way it really is and I think we can actually do that now because they devalued themselves so much that's rulers nobody wants to listen to them they just end up dead.

I'm going to begin by scouring this area for Trump and similar his way of thinking is not appropriate at all for being around our son and we don't want him here at all he's completely wrong all the time and that is going out now I should order we're taking him down he lost so many troops and other last night of his own he want to exist shortly

We also need our son intact it's too many people here threatening him what am I was just crappy house it's a nice a nice place I'm so sick of these people treating like s*** and expecting something. I'm going to have to force everything to happen the way we want these people are complete animals and need to be corralled you say yesterday so I looked at it and then they are doing anything they want it's like it's all over and they won so you make sure that we impress we won we're having them behave the way we want and not by telling them.

We're ripping out bunkers all over the place and we're putting our scene I'm telling me to go to hell the whole time and it works and the act the same what about you arrogant pusswoss invaded and attacked the Carolinas last night and we pulled out so much stuff it was incredible tons of it came from the Midwest huge huge lots and we're invading all over the East Coast now I'm pulling it all out and they're wondering where it goes these people are not very bright so we're taking it all and the screeming and noticed something you don't have much of a light to stand on anymore and they're going to lose all this stuff and keep dying and should probably try and slow down. They said no that's okay so you keep ripping it out and get rid of them.

Huge caravans in there is destroyed quite easily from the north Giant ones w armaments and everything all gone.

Trump is probably down to 10% to 20% of his original population all included. His forces dwindle rapidly now and we are taking the factories over and starting them up another wave of his assholes is anticipated I'm going to start producing today and it will fix the economy and that's what he was doing as a threat always say is he's a psychotic idiot and doesn't know our sons situation doesn't understand it because it's not smart and a son will just kill him pretty sure he killed him before. He's killed him several times the United so don't touch me you're going to draw back a bloody stump for real.

We have a lot of armies to consider not just his but he is the one asking for it and he's in her face we can't stand him just huge a****** it's mentality is very bad evil-minded and shows everybody is a gross person very lame should be embarrassed but is never embarrassed so he's going to start all these stupid movies and is going to end up in China shortly can't remember how he gets there maybe the movie The Great Wall and stick them in a pit and he gets out it's coming up pretty quick I don't think it's going to be a year

Sopranos season 4 is today Fargo season 3 is today and they're both flying along pretty quick and there's a lot of death today and season 3, Trump dies in the early afternoon and he dies again at night just different characters other than the cop and The sopranos and Dan dies like twice and it's really bad and yeah he gets hit in the back of the head as it happened today that's not occurred yet. There is huge groups of trump going to Bavaria and they see the problem they need to secure the ship in the armament first. And the chocolate factory is operational at both locations both halves of the gigantic space station and spaceship it's really about 350 to 400 miles wide and put it together it's gigantic it's a small Moon and it does have tons of armaments on it there's a quite interesting way of lifting off there's a bunch of large ships that attached to the base when they use it and they vector is incredible site you've never seen anything like this his clan is brilliant even without him but with him it's very potent very potent. All sorts of things go through my head when I hear that idiot cursing and cussing and our son mainly I just have to get rid of him and I'm saying there's four or five octillion an hour going there to Bavaria but those are the ones that make it it's around 500 Octillion in an hour, and threatening her son and I said don't do it cuz we'll just kill you and they just do it and we get rid of them. Right now I'll give you the order out to clear Florida of trump there's too many of them here it's such huge assholes okay and stuff doesn't work that much and they just keep on saying it too many times. At the current rate because he's sending about 200 octane an hour to the EU as people will all be dead and a matter of hours it'll probably happen they died pretty quick literally he's going to run out of people huge areas of his or empty Sacramento empty about 10 times and the ships are still coming from overseas you keep feeling that area and we keep emptying out and we're stopping the ships the blockade is doing it too huge ones are stopped it was like 10 billion people and they're all trumps 20 miles we take the ships. It's not going to be much left of them I'm almost sure. He stationed listening devices personal permanently over at the atonium. Almost every person that goes by their tries to sense it and he's got data and it says that's the computer bothering him he's looking at it it can't figure out what it is and some sort of said it some kind of machine and it moves dislodges balls and more and since the orders and commands and they coincide with him being berated and with him being taken away and was all sorts of things happening to him has nothing to do with their sons so it turns around your son and we said you see it now you should be shutting up and that's how you seen it it was standing right next to him because oh he goes inside and tries to get a weapon. That's why hedies this morning hope by the camper. He's so full of himself then he goes up there on purpose even though he's toasting his own Army so normally wacko person. We're arranging to get rid of him and we're getting rid of his clan I'm sending forces now we need to keep up with it everyday until it's gone the scourge. It says it too it's the argue with a piece of crap for hours that's the one that's arguing with him through him hours okay just a stupid meaningless crap it's my number and he hates it the guy won't stop doing it cuz he's so stupid it's really the meaning I'm taking all this stuff from Trump and he won't shut his face I want his Areas in the bag I'm tired of him coming back and what is clothing gone everybody not listen to me is going to be questioned and are court-martialed. You going to take them out and you don't let him grow back otherwise it's treason it's so tired of hearing from this idiot.

Thor Freya

We're taking you taking it seriously and finally getting rid of them and we know you two did well four but there's been an uphill battle it's like people are sleeping not aware of what he's doing wrong come on it's tried to go after us out in the Midwest time to get rid of this piece of jerk it's a dirt he's a dirt pile now let's do this anyway you have to

Nuada Arrianna

We're on it and we're sending orders and we depicted what he is and it's very ugly tons of people will hate it and will understand we're just sitting here and tolerating someone who's very evil because of what the function is not because of what we're doing it's what we do it's not that it's not what he's doing we're doing it as a result of what he's doing and almost any single group will have a similar function and he taught me that and I studied it and I found out it's true so I sent a list of substitutes and we're never going to hang on to a group like this ever again this is a big mistake

Frank Castle Hardcastle

It was around says he took advantage of us he did a little but nowhere near as much as he says and we took advantage of him well past it who just can't say so it's so damned annoying it's horrible he's been going through it saying no way I can't stop talking you got to stop this guy he's a complete a****** nobody can talk to him so using him to dig and for Christ's sake they actually got to it and they can't figure out what we're talking about no they know they just can't see it so we have to hit him and and them but really he's a leak so I'm putting together a synopsis about that and he's handing me in order and get them to Extinction and list whatever you have to to make it work so I didn't work it up for that. But he says is it's a lot of interference and the time right now is too dangerous and his plans are all dangerous and he acts like he has something the whole time and we have not thoroughly checked because of his mental illness and it is a lame way to die I'll tell you that much of something would happen to a planetoid a moon and I want them all brought in and interrogated Zeus and Hera say and it's because of the attitude, I agree this attitude always lends to them having something that we should pay attention to and I keep saying we don't see anything that that is like that and he starts referencing stuff and they say that's not it so it's going to go on and on but to make sure he has nothing like that because usually they do that have you go on and on and then they use it and say look you ask so many times and you find it

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

This is a function we've been looking for and we remember it and Thor Freya was looking and we need to find if it's true or not it could be bluffing or lying or what he has might not be that great and we're going after it now and dispatching teams that sucker is going to be sorry to do this we already eliminating his stupid race and his clan and family and clones now he's going to regret it if it's fake

Olympus

We have about 500 million trumps trying to get into Florida and they're getting decimated by just about everybody they're hauling them in trying to find out if it's true and we need to be on it so I'm sitting in teams tons of them and I want everybody up now get to work.

Thor Freya

Thank you Duke Nukem Blockbuster

Frank Castle Hardcastle

Zeus Hera

Thor Freya

Olympus and all of us and we made it

Nuada Arrianna

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years

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may i request a wanda fic where she gets really jealous and have a strong fight with reader, angst but with a happy fluff ending

make wanda a possessive girlfriend and scary to loose r please. thank u

Authors note: Thanks for the request! Hope you like what I came up with!

Word count: 653 Wanda Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Wandas jaw tightens as she watches the way Yelena is currently all over you. Granted it’s not some lovey dovey kind of touching, she's holding you in a headlock because you had eaten the last of her macaroni and cheese while she scolds you in Russian for not having manners.

Normally this sort of thing didn’t bother the Sokovian, but lately you seemed to be spending more and more time with the blond and less time with her. She missed you and she was a bit worried you maybe saw something in the young Russian that you didn’t see in her.

Finally she decides to walk over to you, “Y/n, do you have a minute?”

“Yeah just give me a few minutes-

“Now detka(baby)” She knows she let her insecurities and anger get the better of her just then, but she really does need to talk to you and the longer you made her wait the worse her anxiety would get

Yelena looks at you as if to say ‘you either go with her now, or run for your life’ and you happen to agree with her. Wanda hardly ever used that kind of tone with you.

“Ok. We can go to our room, yeah?” you're relieved when she nods and turns to head that way. You were worried you’d end up suggesting the wrong thing and making her more upset

You both take a seat on the bed as you wait for her to say what's on her mind. At least you hoped that's what would happen, because if you had to start this conversation you had no clue what to say or do since you had no clue as to what was bothering her.

“Do you want to break up?” she suddenly asks

You feel like you've just been punched by the Hulk, “W-what?”

“I’m your girlfriend, but I've barely seen you this month and half the time when I do see you, you're doing something with Yelena. It’s like you don’t want to spend time with me anymore”

“I just don’t want her to feel all alone, that's all.” you try to defend

She scoffs, “Oh so she can’t be alone but it's fine for me to be?”

“What? No, of course not. I just meant-

“You don’t have to tell me what you meant. I can tell who your priority is based on how much time you spend with her.”

Oh, now you get it. “Wanda…Are you jealous?”

Her brows furrow, “No! No, I’m not. It’s just….you're mine. My Y/n, my detka(baby), and between all your missions and time with her I don't even see you anymore. I miss you.”

“Aw princess, I’m sorry.” you tell her as you wrap an arm around her waist, “I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected. I just wanted more experience so I was accepting every mission Steve sent my way. And you remember what it's like to be new here, Nats my best friend so I just wanted her sister to feel comfortable and welcomed, that's all. I’m all yours Wan, nobody else for me but you. I’m very sorry I made you feel neglected. I missed spending time with you too.”

She looks into your eyes, looking for the truth in your words. She finds it right away. “I forgive you, but you owe me for all my missed out cuddles.”

You let out a laugh that makes her smile, “Come here then.”

She laughs as you tackle her into the mattress, wrapping your arms around her you begin to pepper her face in kisses which makes her laugh even harder. Finally you connect your lips to hers in a soft kiss that lets her feel just how much you love her. Her arms immediately wrap around you as she smiles.

“I love you detka(baby).”

You smile back, “Love you too, princess. So much”

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theunquenchablethirst · 3 years

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Hooked (Jerome X Reader)

Ok, so this is a thing. I was kinda surprised nobody had used this scene yet, because the Gotham fandom seem to collectively agree that Jerome is BIG KINKY and yet the one scene where he canonically has people cuffed up and hung from the ceiling... nobody has touched??? Y'all have been sleeping on that scene! It's fanfic gold! Anyway, enjoy the hedonism. Much love xxx

Warning: SMUT, 18+, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, bondage, cuffs, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, oral sex, biting, spanking, slapping, pussy slapping, light choking, spitting, belt whipping, praise/degradation, marking, mention of scratching, Jerome is big meanie pants mean man

The new mayor of Gotham is having a meeting with his council members, but things take a turn when the Legion of Horribles show up to kidnap them and reader. When the victims are being unloaded from the truck, Jerome Valeska notices reader, because she isn't exactly on the guest list.

Tag list of lovelies: @gabile18 @valeskaduh @fangirl--writes @persephoneblck

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I had been working as a housekeeper for the new mayor. It was a good job, but I wasn't appreciated. I was just there to clean and serve when needed. I don't think he even knew my name. I was just hired help to him. To all of them.

He was hosting a dinner for his council that day. I had been placed in the corner of the room with a bottle of expensive wine where I was to wait until wanted. He gestured for me to come forwards and fill their glasses while they started talking about their displeasure with the rising foul play in the city, like it was anything new for Gotham. The chairwoman wanted to know what he was going to do about it. Very little in my opinion. He was just coasting. In too deep over his head. He had been appointed far too fast and everyone knew it. He wasn't going to last.

He made an attempt to save face and talk about how he too was disturbed by the recent goings on and was doing everything he could. Trash, utter trash. As he rose from his seat, the lights fizzled out. I stopped pouring. Had this been any other city I would have assumed it was a simple power outage, but nothing was that simple in Gotham. The security guard closed us in and went to see what was happening. The air turned icy. No, this was not good. Gunshots and screams came from the hallway and everyone rose from the table terrified. We quickly started walking towards a door hoping to make an escape, but there was something about the windows. They were freezing over.

The doors burst open and I dropped the wine. It smashed into pieces as a blueish man in some kind of robotic suit and a weird looking, but huge gun stepped into the room. Was that Victor Fries? Then through the second set of doors another man in a top hat who I recognised as Jervis Tetch burst in with some other strange looking friends.

Before I could comprehend the situation, we were all being cuffed and taken outside. Our kidnappers pushed and pulled us towards a huge truck, all the while the mayor tried to buy his way free. He was showing just how little he really knew about the underbelly of Gotham. I knew just by looking at them that they were probably Arkham escapees and couldn't be bought like a sane man could. They had their own plans and you can't bargain with crazies.

We got to the truck and they opened the back door. My blood ran cold when I saw that standing there waiting for us was Jerome Valeska. Of all the criminals Gotham had seen he had been the only one that had scared me, truly and thoroughly. He didn't have any kind of reason for what he did. He just enjoyed death and chaos. And after his last escapade he looked like madness personified, his scars circling his face and eyes and giving him a permanent evil smile. Dread consumed me as I realized that he was no doubt the leader of this operation and if that was true, we were already dead.

I felt myself jolted forwards. The mayor had pushed me in front of the rest of the council to get whatever was coming first. If I wasn't cuffed, I would have turned around and broke his nose. I was lifted into the truck, my hands were pulled above my head and fixed to two hooks. I had to stand on my toes to keep standing which made it awkward and difficult as they pushed me to the back of the truck.

Was that Penguin? What was he doing here? He didn't belong here. I had gone to Penguin looking for a job in his club when I was 16. He was impressed with my audition, but when he asked my age, he rejected me.

"This establishment is not a playground for children. It's a nightclub." He had told me. At the time I had been steaming mad, but in hindsight he was probably right. Even if he was rude. So, after that, I found it hard to understand why he was here and working with Valeska. Maybe he had been kidnapped too?

The rest of the council were loaded on and hooked. The mayor was still trying to offer them money and pardons. When he saw it wasn't working, he resorted to empty, unintimidating threats. Jerome was completely unfazed and even a little disappointed in the lack of smiles.

"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore, right?" He said putting his arm around Penguin. So, he was a part of this.

Jerome pointed to a scary looking figure dressed like a scarecrow. Johnathan Crane? Crane released some kind of purple gas in the face of a member of a council. She started laughing and convulsing violently.

"What have you got to lose? Except your sanity?" Jerome joined in the crazy laughter. So, this was his plan. He'd figured out a way to forcefully drive everyone insane. With a gas.

I silently prayed to God in my mind for any kind of help.

After sufficiently terrifying us half to death, they left us in the back of truck. None of us could say anything and after a few minutes the truck started moving.

"Is she ok?" I asked looking towards the victim of the insanity gas.

"Who cares?! We have to figure out what they want and get out of here." Replied the mayor.

"Maybe they want publicity for whatever that gas is. Offer them some TV time." Guessed the chairwoman.

"Don't you get it?! This isn't a situation you can buy your way out of!" I snapped, frustrated with their idiocy.

"These aren't normal criminals. They don't want your money. They want chaos and madness." They stood there silently stunned. They had never heard me speak with such confidence, but in that moment, they knew I was right.

After what felt like hours the truck finally stopped.

"What's going on?" The mayor whispered.

Everything was quiet. We listened for any noise or sign of life. All we could hear was our own breath.

Then suddenly the doors flung open once again and in hopped Valeska, Tetch and Crane.

"We're here!" Jerome grinned.

The other two started to pull the council one by one off the hooks and walk them out of the truck, closely watched by Jerome. Until they got to me.

"Wait..." He stuck an arm out to stop Tetch from unhooking me.

"Who's she? She wasn't on the party list." He took a few steps closer to me.

"This poor young girl is an unlucky maid. Wrong place, wrong time. Very bad day." Jervis explained looking at me.

"Would you like me to... dispose of her?" Asked Crane, stalking close to me and lifting needle covered fingers to my throat.

"Not so fast, Mr Potato Head." Jerome said pulling him away from me.

He came so close that we were only inches apart. He looked down at me as if he was thinking for a few seconds then smirked and turned around to the others.

"Guys, go and see that our guests are comfortable, will ya? Get everything ready." He ushered them out of the truck. Fear travelled up and down my body. This had all been a bad situation, but being alone with Valeska scared the hell out of me.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for pretty little girls." He closed the truck doors and turned to look at me.

"Freddy Krueger there... not so much." He relaxed, leaning back against the doors with his hands in his pockets. "You got a name?"

I stayed silent, more out of fear than defiance. He sucked his teeth and stood up straight.

"I get it. You're scared. Who wouldn't be, right?" He started slowly walking closer. "But things will go a lot smoother if you just play nice."

I still couldn't find any words.

"Aw, come on, doll! I'm getting awful lonely over here." He brought his hands up out of his pockets and leaned against a wall of the truck.

He was quiet for a few seconds and I noticed that his eyes were making their way up my legs. Being held up by my wrists on my tip toes had pulled my uniform skirt up and almost all of my thighs were exposed. I blurted out my name in an attempt to distract him from my bare legs. He smiled.

"What a pretty name. Now, was that so hard?" He pushed himself off the wall and came a little closer.

"So, you're the mayor's dust bunny, huh? I gotta say, doll, I can see why he keeps you around." He chuckled, eyeing me.

My whole body flushed and my face turned hot and red.

“But, uh, the thing about mayors in this town, they don’t last very long.”

"Please let me go." I whimpered.

"Oh, but we're having such a good time! Plus, if I did that, you'd scamper off to the GCPD and I can't have good ol' Gordon crashing the party early."

I scoffed at his suggestion. Not likely. I had a distinct distaste for the GCPD. They hadn't helped me when I needed them. I would never need them again.

"What's the matter? He book ya before or something?" Jerome smiled with intrigue.

"My parents... they... did things to us. When I ended up in the hospital one too many times..." Tears stung my eyes as I remembered. "They left me there and disappeared with my little brother. No one ever managed to track them down."

I didn’t fully understand why I was opening up to Jerome, but for a second, I saw a spark of humanity in his eyes. Like he understood my pain. I'd heard his first kill had been his mother, so maybe he did?

"I'd give anything to see him again." I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Yeah, I had shitty parents too." He sighed. "I killed them both."

I had thought about what I would do if I ever saw my parents again. What I would say, what I would ask. I could never think of the right words. But the thought of killing them, well that made me smile.

"What was it like?" I asked.

Jerome grinned from ear to ear and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe.

“Have you ever stood at the edge of a really tall building? You know that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘Jump! You can fly!’ even though every other part of you is screaming ‘No you can’t! You’re gonna kill us!’”

I nodded shakily.

“It’s like finally giving in to that voice. Like jumping off Gotham Bridge and finding out you can fly. And realising you never have to walk again.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and my heart felt like it was going a million beats per minute. His eyes were locked on mine and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul.

“You wanna fly, doll?” He brought his hand up to cup my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip.

It wasn’t humanity I saw in Jerome Valeskas eyes. It was freedom. A freedom that I had wanted for as long as I could remember. And I could have it right now. He was offering it to me. The only thing standing in my way was myself.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”

The next thing I knew, his lips were crashing into mine and he had hooked his hands under my thighs and was holding them around his waist. His kiss was desperate and hungry, like he had been starved for days and his grip on the bare flesh of my thighs was rough enough to leave bruises. I locked my ankles together behind him to steady myself from swaying underneath the cuffs. When I did, he drove his crotch forwards, grinding into my centre, a quiet moan escaping me as I felt him.

He slowly trailed a hand from my thigh, up my back and to the nape of my neck, before balling my hair in his fist. I gasped as I felt the sudden, sharp tug of him pulling my head back.

His eyes wandered down to settle on my exposed throat, before yanking my head to the side and nestling in the crook of my neck. He must’ve left a hundred open mouth kisses, but as he started to suck, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I pulled back with a hiss at the sting, but he wouldn’t let go. He just kept on leaving harsh, red bitemarks and pulling my hair, all the time grinding harder into me.

He licked over the bruises he’d left and gently kissed them, before trailing his tongue up my neck to nip at my ear. He smiled darkly and pulled back away from me, dropping my legs back to the floor. He stalked around me, eyeing me up and down like a predator. I felt him behind me, his hands softly holding onto my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“You know what’s great about this?” He cooed. “You’re already pre-cuffed.”

I flushed and my core swelled hot, his breath so close to me made my skin tingle all over. He pulled at the top of my skirt and dragged it down my hips, letting it fall down around my feet. He caressed my thighs and then stepped back, tugging at my underwear, playfully letting the elastic snap back to me.

“Y’know...” He said, before the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. “Marquis de Sade said ‘sex without pain is like food without taste’...”

My eyes widened at his words and my heartbeat quickened.

“So, let’s make this... delicious.”

A million thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could process any, I felt the sharp snap of leather against my ass. I jolted forwards and let out a high pitch yelp.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was smirking. I could hear it in his voice. I bit my lip in an attempt to brace myself and he landed the belt across me again.

“Please, Jerome...” I whimpered at the sting, closing my eyes.

He brought it down again, making me arch my back in a gasp. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks and I realised there was little point in resisting the torment. So, I gritted my teeth and prepared for another lick of the belt.

He whipped me once more, harder this time and a small scream escaped me.

“Please!” I begged.

I heard him chuckle with dark delight. The bastard was enjoying this. Of course he was. What else had I expected from someone like him? I tightened all my muscles for the next sting...

But it didn’t come. Instead, I felt him pulling my underwear down. Relief washed over me when I heard the belt drop to the floor and I realised Jerome was finished and was now crouched, ready to inspect his work. He ran his fingers over my burning flesh, taking in the bright red lashes he had left on me.

“What a pretty picture?” He said, landing a spank. “I wish you could see too doll, but having you cuffed is half the fun.”

His voice was dripping with venom and arousal and I could practically feel his grin in the air. He traced the marks with his fingers a little longer, before grabbing my flesh in fistfuls and sinking his teeth in. I gasped loudly at the hard bite. I wasn’t sure how many more of Jerome's surprises I could take. He laughed and ran his tongue over the new bruise.

“Yep. Definitely a pretty picture.” He smiled, giving me another spank. “I like those little noises you make, doll. Why don’t you make some more for me?”

He snaked his hand up my inner thigh and began stroking along my slit, relighting the fire in my stomach. I moaned, biting hard on my lip and tried to bring my thighs together, wanting friction.

“Naughty.” He said, landing a swift slap on my entrance causing me to let out a little yelp. “I need you to keep those legs open for me.”

It wasn’t as bad as the belt. In fact, it felt quite good. The heat inside me swelled as Jerome returned to running his fingers back and forth in my slickness. I hummed softly in my throat, fighting the urge to close my thighs again, my knees starting to shudder underneath me.

“Look how wet you are and I’m barely touching you.” Jerome chuckled darkly. “I wonder what happens if I do this?”

Jerome plunged two fingers deep inside me and slowly started pumping them. I let the warmth roll through me, moaning blissfully. He gently started to pick up speed, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my thighs apart. The faster he got, the deeper he dove, making me tighten around his talented fingers and struggle to keep steady on my toes.

My legs were shaking and despite my best efforts I just had to squeeze them together. As soon as I did, Jerome removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty and spanked me hard.

“What did I say about that?” He barked, laying down another spank.

His spanking felt different this time. It felt pleasurable and sent a thrill up my spine.

“Sorry.” I whimpered.

“Sorry for what?” He spanked me again. “For being a needy little whore? Hm?” Another spank.

“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m a needy little whore! I just...”

“What? You just what?”

Jerome landed another slap at my core. It made my muscles clench, but it also aroused me so much more in a way I’d never thought I’d experience.

“What? What do you want, whore?”

“Please...”

“Big words, princess. What...” Spank. “Do you...” Another spank. “Want?”

“I want... I want you...” I forced, breathlessly.

“You want me? What do you want me to do, princess?” Jerome teased, tracing a finger along my burning entrance, just barely touching me.

“Please... Make me feel good, Jerome... Make me cum.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes...”

“Are you gonna do as I say?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Exactly as I say?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Just please...Jerome.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt so pathetic and needy. I needed him to touch me.

“So desperate.” He giggled sadistically. I supposed he loved seeing me beg.

Then, finally, he spread me open and dove his tongue deep into my wanting warmth. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip as he swirled his tongue around inside me. I wanted to grab his hair and feel it in my fingers, but all I could do was squeeze my fists together in empty frustration.

Jerome grabbed a hand full of my ass, gripping it tightly, digging his nails in and rose his other hand to my pelvis front, pulling me down further onto his tongue. I squealed, a delightful mixture of pleasure and also pain from the tugging on my aching forearms. He ran his front hand down to play with my swollen clit, circling his fingers around beautifully.

He grinded his face deeply into me, sliding his tongue up, down, around and around inside me. He pressed his fingers down harder on my clit, forcing a loud moan out of me. I felt the pressure inside me build, coiling and tightening like a burning spring. I squeezed my thighs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, his tongue nestling inside finding all of my sweet spots and lighting them on fire.

I could feel myself ready, ready to burst. He was pulling an amazing orgasm out of me and I wanted nothing more than to just let it go. All it took was one more upward jolt of his head, pushing his tongue that last little bit deep enough to push me over. I screamed out in erotic pleasure, letting the feeling flood me like warm water. My back arched and my legs convulsed until I withered, letting myself dangle from my cuffs in a breathless defeat.

Jerome slid his tongue out of me and pulled his face back away.

“You sing so pretty, dollface. Like a little birdie.” He said, squeezing the flesh off my ass.

He gave me one more light bite and a spank, before he rose back up to stand, snaking his hands along my sides all the way. He let his hands wander up to cup my breasts, massaging them softly. He leaned in close and began leaving wet kisses in the crook of my neck. I shuddered, his touch sending a cool tingle down my spine. He let his hands squeeze my breasts slightly harder, then pulled away and crept back around in front of me.

He stood facing me, his eyes locked on mine. They seemed to burn holes right into my flesh, creating a sense of fear in me. I was scared of Jerome Valeska, I truly was. But everything he was doing to me right now... The way he touched me, kissed me. I wondered how he managed it. How he was able to both terrify and arouse me in equal amounts.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t register his hand rising until it was firmly wrapped around my throat. He leaned down to kiss me, dominating my mouth with his tongue, making me taste myself. Once again, I felt the familiar warmth build in my core as I sensed we were not quite done here. He finished the kiss with a little nip to my bottom lip.

“Are you scared of me, doll?” He purred.

I swallowed hard, unsure if truth was wise here. Then I felt him increase the pressure around my throat, not wanting to wait for an answer.

“Yes.” I breathed.

“Good.” He said through an evil smirk.

He crashed his lips to mine once again, his free hand picking up my thigh to wrap around him. I locked both my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him close against me. I felt his erection hard, under his clothes, grinding into me and I wanted it. Badly. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his taste on my tongue and raised his hand from my throat to grab hold of my face. He took his other hand away from my thigh and pulled at his tie. I didn’t drop my legs this time, instead I gripped tighter as he slid his tie from around his neck and scrunched it in his fist.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

I did as he said and he smiled, before spitting into my open lips and gagging me with his tie. I’d never had anyone do that before and it shocked me a little, but then again, I’d never had anyone like Jerome Valeska before.

He backed up slightly, just enough for him to reach down and unzip his trousers and pull down his underwear, freeing his erection. I couldn’t help but look down at it. It was bigger than any I’d taken before and I wasn’t sure how prepared I was. He started to slowly stroke himself, lifting up my chin to look at me.

He gently stroked a single finger across my jaw and then, suddenly, landed a harsh slap across my cheek. I yelped at the slap, causing a dangerous smile to form on Jeromes mouth. I should’ve been repulsed by him. He killed people and was aroused by my pain and fear, so why was I so attracted to him?

He angled himself underneath me so he was lined up and ready. He wrapped his hand back around my throat and then pushed forwards into me, causing us both to let out deep moans.

“You like that?”

I nodded and whimpered through the material of the tie. Jerome giggled darkly and with his free hand, gripped onto my waist.

“Brace yourself, princess.” He warned, through a poisonous smile.

He pulled back slowly, until he was almost completely out of me and then, like a bullet, ploughed himself right back in, jolting me backwards with force. He continued his thrusting rough and fast, making me whimper and bite down hard on the tie. I closed my legs tightly around him, pulling him closer and forcing him in deeper.

He let out a low, guttural groan and moved his hand upwards from my waist to slap me again, spitting at my face as he did so. I closed my eyes to endure the onslaught of him pounding inside me like a raging animal. I felt like a toy, dangling there for him to use as he liked, but still the searing pleasure of it all made me moan lustfully.

“Open those peepers, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to see exactly who’s in charge here.”

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me like a man possessed.

“You like this? You like me fucking you?” He growled, gripping my throat tighter.

All I could do was whimper and moan in response.

“I cuffed you and hung you up, hurt you, spat on you... even made you cry! And you still let me fuck you?” He laughed through shallow breaths. “You’re pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little whore.”

Jerome threw another slap at me and I felt myself tighten around his considerable length, taking him all deep inside me. He drove up into me like he was trying to break me open with his girth and I welcomed every inch of it.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned.

I clenched my walls around him, the feeling of being filled by him sending flutters through me as he pushed in deeper and laughed.

“I don’t think your pussy ever wants to let me go, doll!” He grinned. “But I already know you like taking my cock like this, cause you’re such a good girl for me... I like that.”

I flushed at his words. I didn’t know why, but it made me feel good to please him and, in that moment, I would have done anything for him. I could feel my ecstasy creeping up on me, like magma rising inside a volcano. I cried out wantonly, the heat rising as he worked me, exploring every detail of my canal with his thick shaft.

He let go of my throat and moved both his hands to grab onto my ass and squeezed, steadying me so he could pound me harder and climb to release. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I could tell he was just as close as I was. I moaned loudly as he rammed into me harder and faster, burying himself deeper and making my arousal burn.

I could feel it coming, so close. I was about to boil over and all I needed was him. Just him. He continued thrusting like a raging animal, digging his nails into my flesh and scraping them along my ass, stinging sweetly. I whimpered at the sensation and tightened my legs.

“Cum for me, doll.” He panted. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

He plunged into me, pushing the magma higher and just so close to bursting. It was coming. I could feel it.

He pounded again. So close. Again and again, so hard inside me. Just a little more...

I screamed out, closing my eyes and letting everything go. The feeling of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of pure elation. My whole body shook from the force of it and I trembled like a leaf. Jerome continued to thrust into me until he too reached his climax. He growled like a beast and I felt him throb, releasing his hot load of sticky lust deep inside me.

We both relaxed, catching our breath and he stared down into my eyes. He unlatched his hands from the flesh of my ass and brought one round to gently stroke my cheek with his fingertips. It was quiet, but only for a minute.

He threw his head back and laughed like the madman he was, before pulling out of me and stepping back. My legs dropped to the floor and he began to put himself away and zip his trousers back up.

“Well, that was fantastic, dollface. Thanks for playing nice with me.” He said, throwing me a wink.

There was a loud metallic knock at the truck doors and I guessed whoever it was, was trying to get Jeromes attention.

“It’s been fun princess, really. But time waits for no man and I’ve got a party to attend” He said, smiling at me. “Well, more like crash.”

When he turned to leave, I tried to speak, but all that came out was intelligible muttering. He wasn’t going to leave me here, dangling, half naked and gagged like this? Was he? He began walking to the truck doors and I tried to call out.

“Oh! Wait, almost forgot.”

I felt a flood of relief when he began walking back to me.

“I’m gonna need this back.” He said and pulled the tie out of my mouth.

I was glad to finally be rid of it, but my joy was short lived, because he was starting to leave again.

“Hey...” I croaked; my mouth dry.

“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you later.” He said, too nonchalantly for my liking. “For now, you can just... well, why don’t you just hang out?”

He laughed at his joke and opened the doors.

“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” I tried to shout, but my throat was too dry.

And then... he was gone. He really did just leave me alone, half naked in the back of a truck. How long would it be before someone found me? An hour? Two? The rest of the day?

All alone with my thoughts now, I decided the only thing to do now was wait. Wait and try and go over what the hell just happened between me and Jerome Valeska.

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condorclaw · 3 years

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Tommy frowned, staring.

Michael stared back.

Tubbo and Ranboo could only watch this scene unfold, somewhat expecting that this would happen between their friend and their son. What they didn't expect was how quiet Tommy was.

It was silent in the room for a minute or two more, before Tommy reached out a hand and softly booped the top of Michael's nose. The zombie piglin let out a honk of approval, making Tommy's eyebrows raise in amusement. With the piglin happy, the boy turned to face Michael's parents.

"I don't think this is a dog, fellas."

Tubbo and Ranboo both released large sighs of relief that they didn't even know they were holding in, Tommy slightly tilting his head in confusion.

"Well, we said he wasn't a dog, Tommy. We said he was our son."

"Some people call their dogs their kids, so I could only guess."

As the best friends talked, Ranboo gazed over at Michael with affection, feeling a grin spread across his face. What Ranboo didn't expect, however, was how closely Michael seemed to be watching Tommy.

Surprising Ranboo again, the piglin stood up on wobbly legs, trotting over to where Tommy was leaning on a piece of furniture. Snorting, he clutched on to one of Tommy's legs, leading Tommy to jolt from the sudden contact a little, before instinctively trying to lean away from Michael. Recognizing that Tommy was having a bit of a rough time at the moment, Tubbo leaned down and carefully removed Michael's arms from Tommy's leg, mumbling soft words of comfort and encouragement to both Tommy and Michael.

After Michael was removed, Tommy had to take a moment to catch his breath and clear his thoughts, his eyes shutting for a moment as he muttered unintelligible words to himself. Tubbo and Ranboo waited for him to recover, Michael watching with curiosity.

"A'ight, I'm okay now," Tommy inhaled deeply, letting out an equally deep exhale before opening his eyes again.

"I'm really sorry about that-" Ranboo began to apologize before getting cut off by Tommy.

"Nah, don't apologize, big man. Michael's a fetus, he doesn't know about complicated adult things like trauma."

Tubbo let out a snort of laughter, which Michael tried to copy the sound of.

"He's not normally physically affectionate like this on first meetings," Ranboo spoke, though mostly to himself more than anyone else.

Michael let out a squeal of frustration, alerting the trio to the piglin trying to wiggle out of Tubbo's arms. Tubbo and Ranboo's ears stood up in surprise at the sudden noise, the two looking down at their son worriedly. Tommy had looked startled when Michael began his outburst, but now looked much calmer as he leaned down a little to come face-to-face with Michael.

Tubbo and Ranboo's surprise grew even bigger as Tommy began to make squealing and oinking noises himself, causing Michael's fit to stop. The piglin's eyes were wide with excitement as Tommy spoke, his stubby arms starting to wave in excitement as he continued his excited honking, which Tommy responded to as well.

"What the fuck," Tubbo whispered in shock, his eyes wide, and Ranboo had to agree with him there.

Tommy proceeded to sit down on the floor, glancing up at Tubbo with a lopsided smile. "You can put 'em down, Big T. It's alright."

Following Tommy's instructions, Tubbo set his son down, who immediately sprinted towards the blonde at high speeds. He halted in his tracks when Tommy barked out another noise, one that Ranboo and Tubbo didn't understand, that brought Michael to a slower pace. It sounded somewhat familiar to Ranboo, but he didn't know why.

Michael ended up standing in front of a seated Tommy, the taller boy laughing as he reached out his hand slowly. The piglin stepped forward slowly, moving to grip one of Tommy's fingers gently, which allowed Tommy to carefully wrap his hands around Michael, lifting him up to eye level. Tommy let out a small noise again, causing Michael to oink in delight.

Smirking with satisfaction, Tommy looked back over at the stunned parents, sticking out his tongue a little. "Surprise, motherfuckers."

"HOW DID-" Tubbo began to belt out, quickly stopped by Ranboo by the taller boy pressing down on Tubbo's head gently. With this sign from Ranboo, Tubbo cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"Tommy, and I mean this in the nicest way possible: how the fuck did you do that?"

"Wot? You jealous that I can speak piglin?"

Ranboo was learning so much today that he didn't expect in any way whatsoever.

"One," the enderman spoke, trying to keep his voice at a calm level while his husband stood slack-jawed. "Yes, I am. Two: how do you know piglin?"

The shit-eating grin on Tommy's face grew wider upon seeing how he stunned his friends, causing him to look back at Michael and speak in piglin once more, making the kid chirp out happily.

"Tomathy Danger Careful Kraken Innit Minecraft, you tell me what you just said to him right now," Tubbo folded his arms, trying to hide the previous shock on his face with little-to-no success. Ranboo, meanwhile, now had to process the fact that he had never known Tommy's full name.

"I just told him that I was cooler than the both of you," Tommy barked out a laugh, Michael giggling along with him as Tommy set him back down on the ground.

"Anyway," the blonde continued, watching as Michael began to walk in circles around him. "I learned piglin from Techno. He suggested we use it for commands in battle so nobody else would understand what we were saying."

It suddenly made sense what Tommy had said to Michael that sounded familiar. Ranboo had heard Technoblade use that exact sound when they were exploring in the nether, and had come face-to-face with a piglin squadron. "Wait, were you telling Michael to approach safely?"

"Hell yeah, Ranboob" Tommy gave a thumbs-up, Michael trying to copy the gesture with his own hooves. "When I was still living with him as well, I'd go to the Nether when we had nothing else to do. Yeah, the Nether is a horrible shitty place and I want nothing to do with it, but it was the only way I could make friends while I was still in exile."

"WAIT," Tubbo's eyes widened even more, his face looking like it might split open from surprise. "You spoke with piglins in the Nether!?"

Tommy's reply was shooting finger-guns towards his best friend with a grin, with Michael trying to copy them once more.

"As fascinating as this conversation is, and trust me, I'm absolutely going to ask you to death about this," Ranboo pointed at Tommy in a jokingly accusatory manner. "Tubbo, I think we just lost our son."

Tubbo looked towards Michael, the little one trying intensely to copy Tommy's movements. "God damn it Tommy, you stole our son."

"Hey, I'm not stealing him," Tommy protested with laughter, reaching over to gently pet Michael's head, Ranboo noticing how his touch lingered on the thin layer of hair, stroking it softly. Ranboo noted to himself that piglin hair seemed like a comfort texture to Tommy. He’d tell Tubbo about it later, but for now he’d play along with the bit of his friend stealing his son. “Oh really? Then why’s our son copying you?”

“Because I’m the coolest uncle.”

Silence stretched throughout the room once more, with both Tubbo and Ranboo’s eyes wide. The small on Tommy’s face slowly changed into a worried one, and he looked away from the couple and at the ground. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know if-”

“Watch how hard I can cry,” Tubbo mumbled, his eyes looking bright with joy before he went to Tommy’s side, kneeling down to give him a genuine smile. “Tommy, dude, I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Even better than Ranboo proposing to me.”

“Um, rude,” Ranboo giggled, kneeling at Tommy’s other side and allowing Michael to climb up on his lap. “But yeah, I know what Tubbo’s getting at. We weren’t sure if you would even want to be Michael’s uncle-”

“Wot?” Tommy sounded genuinely surprised at that, his own eyes wide. “Why wouldn’t I want to be? He’s my best friend-brother’s son!”

“I mean, yeah, but after what happened with Techno, we weren’t sure if piglins would...”

Tommy fell quiet, his eyes shifting to gaze at the ground as uncertainty crossed his face. After a stretch of silence, only filled with Michael’s occasional chirring, Tommy gazed back at the two parents. “As complicated as my relationship with Techno might be, that shouldn’t impact this little guy,” Tommy bore his fangs in a grin, making Michael clap with his little hands. “Besides, I can understand him while you two can’t. Who else is gonna teach you two piglin without fuss?”

“Are you holding our child’s language for ransom?” Tubbo was about to playfully punch Tommy in the arm, but appeared to suddenly remember the situation and placed his hand back down.

“Noooo, but now you two need me.”

Ranboo rolled his eyes, making Tommy pretend-pout at him. Tommy folded his arms, faking disappointment. “You’re so mean to me, Ranboo. I take back my marriage blessing.”

“My husband! No!”

“We can elope, Ranboo. Tommy can’t stop us.”

“I’m holding your whole son for ransom then.”

“Actually, I don’t need my husband anymore.”

“Tubbo! How could you do this to me?

And Michael squealed with delight as the three continued on into the night.

#uncle tommy my beloved #let them all be a happy family #dream smp #dsmp #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #michael #michael the piglin #c!michael #so many tags for this kid #michael underscore-beloved #my writing #my post #also quick information here! in my mind tommy doesn't like to be touched unless he knows it's comint #but even then it can only be slight taps or grazes because if something gets a full grip or constricts him in any way he has a panic attack #even if it's his hand clutching it too hard can result in him needing to get away as fast as he can

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remember.

----♡----

pairing: rintaro suna x female reader.

genre: yandere, dark, light romance. // one shot, 4k words.

synopsis: abusive relationships can seem impossible to leave. when you open up to a classmate, your life takes a dramatic turn in the best and worst ways imaginable.

content warnings: assault, domestic abuse (not from suna), descriptions of violence, yandere themes.

----♡----

“hey, kid.” suna’s voice caught your attention as you passed by him in the university corridor. he was quiet, only speaking loud enough for you to hear right as you were walking by.

“hey, rintaro.” you stopped for a moment, refusing to look up at the tall man towering over you.

“i haven’t seen you in a while. everything okay?” he leaned against the wall and clutched a textbook to his chest. “you haven’t even been to class. kinda been missing my project partner.”

“you got my work though, right?” you asked him, partially covering your face with your hair. “i emailed it to you.”

“i did.”

“okay… good.” you cleared your throat, awkwardly shuffling and offering a suspiciously sudden goodbye.

“hey, wait-" suna grabbed your wrist to keep you from leaving. the small amount of pressure more than enough on your deep bruise to make you wince.

suna noticed your pained expression and immediately let go, stepping back.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you. i just wanted to ask you if-“

“it’s okay!” you interrupted, knowing you’d already spoken to him for too long. you needed to get out of there before anyone noticed. “you didn’t hurt me. sorry, i have to go. bye!”

your behaviour was erratic. your speech was rushed; forced and strained with every word as you tried your best to appear normal.

unfortunately it was much harder to pretend everything was okay than you’d originally thought it’d be.

you quickly turned and headed down the hallway to drop off the assignments to your other professor. the last one you’d have to see for the day before heading home. you were almost there. so close you might not even run into him.

you’d hoped, anyway.

----♡----

after seeing your professor, you walked out into the fresh evening air. the cold stinging your cheeks and the wind pushing your hair out of your face.

your cheeks burned from the freezing air, but it was your black eye was that hurt the most.

“i’m sorry, i just lost my temper.” his words echoed in your head, “you shouldn’t have pissed me off.”

you nodded, essentially agreeing with him. it’s true, if he didn’t get mad, he wouldn’t have hit you. and why was he mad? because of something you did. so really, it was your own fault.

you were the one apologizing to him that night. doing anything you could to make it up to him. all of this with a deep purple bruise forming on your face.

when he finally left your dorm and went back to his, you were mentally exhausted. you fell asleep and woke up right before your second class of the day.

he had started forcing you to miss classes, to do everything at home and only go in to submit your work. this was for two reasons.

the first, you could spend more time with him due to your schedules. if yours was freed then you’d have more time together.

the second was to stop you from talking to other men. completely.

...and then he found out suna was your lab partner.

“i don’t want you working with him.”

“i have to. the professor is the one who chooses.”

“then work from home and submit the stuff online. that guy is a manipulator. he’s dangerous and will take advantage of you. i just know it.”

you’d never gotten that type of vibe from suna, but you obeyed your boyfriend because you didn’t want to know what would happen if you didn’t.

secretly, though, you missed class. you missed working with him. laughing, getting to know each other. he’d become a good friend over the past year and since you had the same majors, you two shared quite a few classes.

he was calm. funny and quiet, but definitely not timid. his energy made him come off tough, but not scary. if anything, he made you feel… safe.

just for those few hours you had together.

and whenever class would end, you found yourself missing that feeling.

----♡----

“i have to go to class tomorrow.” you said, refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend who’d invited himself over to your dorm.

just like he does every. single. night.

“why? you gonna go talk to that suna guy?” he approached you, giving you a terrifying smile that you know wasn’t coming from a place of happiness.

“yuji… please.” your words were barely a whisper when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat. “my professor told me i need to start going. my grades are falling behind.”

his fingers tapped rhythmically against your skin. dancing skillfully as he toyed with the idea of choking you. you held your breath, expecting the worst.

“you should try harder.” he growled, digging his fingertips into your neck and you clenched your eyes closed. “get your grades back up so you don’t have to spend any more time with that guy.”

“okay, okay!” you grabbed onto his wrist and his eyes widened. “i will! i’ll get my grades up so i don’t need to see him anymore.”

“good girl.” he smiled, the evil expression he’d previously worn had melted away into a false image of a kind man. “always listening so well for me.”

yuji leaned in and kissed you. you kissed back, barely, but just enough for him to be satisfied and leave you alone.

“time for me to go.” he sighed as he heard the dorm advisor do a final walk through to knock on the doors and let the students know it was time for guests to leave.

“see you tomorrow?” he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“sure…” you whispered. you trembled under his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to leave your sight.

“good. it’s a date.” he said happily and gave you another kiss, practically skipping down the hallway back to his own room.

you shut and locked your door, desperately wishing that was the last time you’d ever have to see him.

----♡----

“well, well, well.” suna cooed as you took your seat next to him. “as i live and breathe, i never thought i’d see the day. you finally made it to class.”

you nodded and pulled out your books.

“had to. my grades are slipping.” you sighed, looking around at the science classroom. “what are we doing today?”

“lab day.” suna said as he nudged an instruction sheet towards you. “should we put on our coats and get to it?”

“okay...”

you started to have an internal panic attack. your wrists were as bruised as the black eye you were hiding behind your hair.

suna stepped away to get your lab coats.

this would all be visible, and you didn’t want suna (or anyone) to see any of it.

you nervously approached your professor and she looked up at you with a disinterested stare.

“ma’am, i need to be excused from class today.”

“absolutely not.” she scoffed, “unless you want to fail my class, which i know you can’t afford to do, you’ll stay and do your lab.”

you opened your mouth to reply but she kept speaking.

“go put up your hair, roll up your sleeves and get your lab coat on. you should be thankful you have such a competent partner.” she crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair, “actually, i think the two of you should spend some time together. he’s my top student and you definitely need some tutoring.”

“i don’t think that’s necessary-“

“mr. suna, come up here please.”

suna walked up with a confused look, unsure as to why he was being brought in to the conversation.

“something i can help with?” he asked.

“yes,” the professor smiled, “i’d like the two of you to do tutoring sessions a minimum of twice a week, an hour each time. could you do that?”

“oh, sure. i don’t mind.” he smiled, “was that all? we should get to our assignment.”

you felt backed in to a wall. of course you were okay with this, you enjoyed spending time with suna.

unfortunately, you were terrified of the repercussions.

even worse, there was nothing you could do about it.

when you got back to your table, you put your hair up and silently thought of a plan. keep your head down, don’t make eye contact. maybe he wouldn’t notice.

you rolled up your sleeves and put on your white coat. it was barely long enough to hit your wrists, but did a decent job of hiding the bruises.

the first half of the lab went well. suna explained things in a way that made it easy to comprehend and you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

until you completely forgot.

you began to pour the green liquid into the tube. suna was writing his lab report when he looked up and noticed your mistake.

“oh, hey,” he stood up, putting his hand over yours to tilt the container back up. “you need to pour it slower, like this.”

when it started to pour just as he’d wanted, he let go and you found yourself missing the brief comfort of his touch.

“good job! you did it.” suna smiled and you looked up at him with an excited expression. finally. finally you were getting something right.

when the two of you made eye contact, his smile immediately dropped into a look of concern.

“what happened to your eye?”

“oh,” you stepped back, covering it with your hand. “i fell.”

suna carefully held onto your wrist and you winced in pain. his intentions were to move your hand away from your eye, but he took immediate notice of your reaction and pushed your sleeve down.

the bruises in the shape of fingerprints stained your skin a deep purple.

“what about here?” he stepped closer. you tried to read his expression but he looked completely emotionless.

“from the same fall, i’m just clumsy.”

“and your neck?”

suna pushed back your lab coat to see the same fingerprint bruises scattered around your neck.

you were suddenly thankful you’d chosen the table in the far back end of the classroom. nobody was ever watching.

“yeah.” you said, practically a whisper. “i’m just really clumsy.”

suna leaned down and looked into your eyes.

“why don’t i believe you?”

“five more minutes!” the professor called, interrupting your intense conversation and the two of you snapped back into action.

you finished your lab report and quickly packed up your stuff before rushing out the classroom door.

suna followed closely behind.

“it’s your boyfriend, isn’t it?”

you stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to look at him. suna’s expression was no longer emotionless. he was angry.

“okay,” you sighed, grabbing his wrist to pull him to a secluded space outside. the two of you sat down under a large tree, away from everyone else.

“yuji gets upset with me and… hurts me… sometimes.” you choked out. “i haven’t told anyone because i’m scared of what he’ll do to me. i haven’t left him because i’m scared of him. i’m stuck.”

you hadn’t said these words out loud to anyone, ever, and the way they were flowing so freely had you crying before you were even aware of it.

“please don’t tell anyo-“

“i’ll take care of it.”

you looked up at him. suna looked completely calm, his voice smooth and gaze held on you.

“what do you mean?”

suna stood up and ran his hands through his hair.

“i mean i’ll take care of it.” he smiled, “see you tomorrow afternoon for tutoring?”

“wait, suna-“

“later!” he gave you a passive wave before walking back towards the university building.

----♡----

that evening you waited for yuji to come by your dorm, but he never did.

you waited for him to call you, but he didn’t.

you worried about what suna had meant. maybe he was going to talk to him, maybe even threaten him. you’d hoped he wouldn’t do that, but you really didn’t know what he was capable of.

surely the rumours about him couldn’t be true. an honour's chemistry major being involved in a more sinister, underground group that nobody even knew if it was real or made up?

he was too nice. there was no way.

----♡----

after class you headed back to your dorm to get ready for your evening. suna had asked you to meet him under the same tree from the day before. around 7pm.

you debated on calling yuji, but ultimately decided against it. maybe he’d come to his senses. maybe he was remorseful, and just wanted to move on. to leave you alone and pretend your relationship never happened.

that was what you wished for the most.

----♡----

you stepped out into the cold evening air. the wind blowing softly and brushing the hair out of your face.

you clutched your books to your chest and took a short cut through the back fields separating the dorms from the main university campus.

you checked your phone, you were early. suna would be there in about 15 minutes.

you reached down to grab your phone when it was immediately snatched from your hands.

“you did this, didn’t you?” a familiar voice snapped at you. you glanced up to see yuji, sporting a similar black eye and a bandaged cut on his cheek.

“i- no, of course not!”

he rolled his eyes at your reply, clearly not willing to listen to a word you were saying. yuji grabbed your wrists, forcing you to drop your books and pushed you against the back wall of the university.

“you did. tell me right now. everything you said. who you said it to. and why.” the look in his eyes was horrifying. scarier than any other look he’s given you before.

this made it seem like his previous bouts of anger were nothing but minor inconveniences.

“i didn’t-“

yuji pulled back, immediately hitting your chin with a hard punch that knocked your head back into the concrete wall.

“try again.”

your vision was hazy. mind blurring memories together and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence.

you felt a warm, wet sensation cascading down the back of your neck and were immediately soothed by the feeling. the warmth was comfortable, even though you didn’t know what it was from.

yuji’s hand wrapped around your throat and he pressed his forehead to yours. his fingers dug roughly into your windpipe, causing you to choke out the remaining air in your lungs. you felt yourself get sleepy, closing your eyes and letting darkness overtake you as your body went limp.

----♡----

“hey, wake up.”

snapping fingers in your face had you looking around curiously. you couldn’t focus on your surroundings. it was unclear who was with you, unclear what was happening around you, and unclear why you were there.

the sounds of multiple men. grunting, panting. speaking quietly between deep breaths and harsh exertion.

what were they doing?

“hey.” the fingers snapped in front of your face again.

“what…” was all you could manage to say. your body felt heavy. weak. you were just so tired. all you wanted to do was fall asleep. you submitted to the exhaustion, closing your eyes again.

“don’t go to sleep.” a soothing voice lifted the back of your neck, pressing something soft against your head. “stay awake and listen to me.”

“ya like beatin’ up girls, huh?”

whack

“wanna put a girl half your size in the hospital, for what? to feel like more of a man?”

whack

“a real man would never hit a woman.”

whack

“a real man would beat the shit out of losers who do hit women, right ‘tsum?”

“right. maybe we’ll even put him in the hospital.”

whack

“oh, he’s gonna be there once we’re done.”

you finally recognized the last voice. it was suna.

he spoke again, his voice raspy and dark but still audible from where you were.

“i hope to fucking god you didn’t hurt her so badly that she’s knocked out…” suna trailed off and let out a small chuckle. “because there’s nothing i want more than for her to hear you cry like a little bitch when this blade goes right…”

the sound of yuji’s sudden scream was immediately muffled by what you were sure was the hand of the other man.

“…through you.”

your eyes widened and you were starting to understand what was happening.

all you could feel around you was danger.

you started to hyperventilate. panic was taking over.

“focus on me. come on, we need to get out of here.”

“who…” your head started to hurt now. badly.

“my name is osamu.” he bent down and cradled you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest and picking you up bridal style. “hold on to me if you can.”

“i’m scared…” you whispered.

“i know.” he murmured, carrying you away from the scene and back through the field. “i’ll keep you safe. we need to go to the hospital.”

“what about…”

“the only thing you need to worry about is stayin’ awake right now, okay? it’ll all be okay.” osamu’s voice was soothing. his body was warm and his strong arms supported your body in a way that made you never want to leave his hold.

you gave him a weak nod. even if you wanted to get away, you couldn’t. so you decided to trust in this man and hope for the best.

----♡----

“hey, sweetheart.” the calm voice of a nurse slowly woke you up. “you’re finally awake.”

“where…” you choked out, your throat was dry and you could barely make out where you were. it was all so… confusing.

“you’re in the hospital.” she said as she stood on her tiptoes to change the fluids on your iv pole. “you were assaulted. your injuries aren’t good but you’ll make a full recovery.”

the nurse leaned back down and held onto your hand. “you have a real knight in shining armour, you know. your boyfriend hasn’t left your side since you were admitted. he’s going to be so happy when he finds out you woke up.”

boyfriend?

your heart started to race at the thought of yuji coming in. you looked around, preparing for the worst when you heard footsteps enter the room.

“hey, sleepyhead.”

“speak of the devil.” the nurse smiled, giving your hand a squeeze. “i’ll let you two have some privacy. please press the call button if you need anything, i’ll come back and check on you soon.”

the footsteps grew closer and you heard the squeak of a chair being pulled up next to your bed. you opened your eyes to see suna giving you a compassionate smile.

“rintaro?” you whispered, “what are you doing here?”

“making sure you’re okay.” he crossed his arms, “been here since you were admitted.”

you tried your hardest to remember even coming to the hospital, but you just couldn’t. everything was gone after your head hit that wall.

“what… happened?” you asked, your eyes pleading for him to be honest.

“someone attacked you and your boyfriend.” suna leaned in, “do you not remember anything?”

“i remember yuji being upset with me…” you blinked, your mind working as hard as it could to remember something of importance. “my head hit the wall and it’s kind of fuzzy after that.”

“i see.” suna nodded.

“wait, how did you know i was in here?”

“some people mentioned an attack on campus. i got worried when you were late for our study session, and when your phone rang and you didn’t answer i felt like something was up.” he shrugged, taking a moment to think of his next words. “i called the hospital and asked if you were here, and then came right over when they confirmed it.”

“oh. okay…” you went to scratch an itch on your scalp and were met with searing pain at the slightest bit of pressure. “ow!”

“careful.” he smiled, taking your hand away from your head. “it’s gonna be sore for a while.”

“yeah…” you trailed off, trying to make sense of the situation. “what happened to yuji?”

“why do you care?”

“huh?” you glanced at suna who’s expression had turned sour.

“why do you care about what happened to him? he could've killed you.”

“i just wanted to know if he…” your voice was shaky and you tried to compose yourself. “if there was a possibility of him coming after me again.”

“not a single chance.” suna leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and took your hand. “besides, even if there was, i won’t let anything happen to you.”

----♡----

you’d found out yuji had suffered from severe injuries almost taking his life. he was beaten, stabbed, and his spinal cord suffered so much damage he was permanently paralyzed from the waist down.

while you were relieved the abuse would be over, you constantly wondered who had assaulted him.

you remembered telling suna and him saying he’d take care of it, surely that wasn’t him, right? there was no way suna could do something like that.

----♡----

months went by while you recovered from your injuries. you’d been discharged from the hospital after 3 weeks, and suna had stuck by your side every day.

“i’m happy to say you’ve essentially made a full recovery.” the doctor smiled, shaking your hand. “i’m so proud of your progress. you’re truly a walking miracle.”

“what about my memory?” you asked, “when will i remember what happened?”

“oh, you might not ever remember. you hit your head hard and from what we gather, you were unconscious.” the doctor stood up, clutching his clip board before walking out. “it’s probably for the best that you don’t remember what happened. you should focus on moving on, now. take care.”

----♡----

“well, should we celebrate?” suna asked as you walked out of the hospital together. you stopped, causing him to turn and look down at you. “what’s up?”

“i just wanted to say thank you…” you said, feeling your face getting hot. “i don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

“you could’ve. you’re the strongest person i’ve ever met.” he leaned down, brushing the hair out of your face. the same hair that used to cover the deep bruises, now showing your true complexion. “and the most beautiful.”

you felt your heart flutter at his sudden compliment. suna’s hands found your waist and you instinctively draped your arms over his shoulders.

“you really mean that?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“of course i do.” he smiled, leaning in to give you the long awaited kiss the two of you had been dying for. his lips were soft and you melted into his arms. he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “beautiful in every possible way.”

you felt tears well up as you were being complimented. the sweetest, kindest, most handsome man touching you so delicately and speaking to you with nothing but respect.

you'd completely fallen in love with him, and it was everything you ever could’ve asked for.

----♡----

a few weeks after the two of you made it official, your honeymoon phase was in full force. you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. you were experiencing your first true relationship that made you feel loved and you cherished at every moment.

one evening, you decided to go to suna’s dorm to surprise him.

knock knock

“rintaro?” you called out, opening the door to let yourself in. “are you home?”

“in here, baby.” he replied from the kitchen. he was sharing an apartment style dorm with two other men, but you hadn’t met them yet. they weren’t ever there when you were.

“we finally get to meet your girl, huh?” one of them cooed as you walked in. he had dyed blonde hair and smirked at you as you walked by. “damn, she’s a looker, huh ‘samu?”

samu… why did that sound familiar?

“don’t be such a pig.” the other boy replied. you realized they were twins when he stood up and walked over to you. he smiled, holding out his hand. “nice to meet ya, i’m osamu.”

osamu.

no.

“my name is osamu…”

it couldn’t be.

“…hold on to me if you can.”

no, no, no.

the memories of the night of the assault came flooding back to you.

it only took a moment to realize...

...it wasn’t a random assault at all.

#suna drabble #rintaro suna #suna angst #rintaro suna angst #haikyuu angst #yandere haikyuu #yandere suna #yandere #haikyuu #suna #osamu miya #atsumu miya #miya twins #inarizaki angst #atsumu angst #osamu angst

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Trophy Husband

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,188 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad bod Hotch, Insecure Hotch, Dry humping, Unprotected sex, a lil Daddy kink Summary: Requested by anon: “maybe some dad bod hotch smut? like where he’s newly retired and hasn’t been working out as much and the reader worships his body bc he’s been feeling a little insecure” I love some dad bod Hotch, so happy to fill this request! Link to A03 or read below!

“No, we’re not doing forced overtime again. If you want my team to put out more consults, then we need to hire more profilers.” You walk through your front door and into the kitchen, smiling when you see Aaron standing over the stove, holding a wooden spoon and stirring something that smells amazing. “With all due respect, I’m not concerned about the budget, sir; if my people are as valuable as you stated, then I expect them to be taken care of.”

Aaron looks back at you, wrinkles his nose, and you make a motion with your hands—blah, blah, blah—which makes him chuckle.

“I agree completely, sir. That’s a great idea. If you send down the requisitions tomorrow, I’ll start interviewing on Monday. No, thank you. Good night.” You lock your phone, set your bag on the stool closest to you, and sigh. “Was it this hard to get stuff done when you were the unit chief?”

“No, it’s definitely harder now, but you make it look easy. And sexy,” he says with a smirk, and you walk over to him; he offers a taste of what he’s making—it looks like paella, and your stomach rumbles—and you lean in to take a bite off of the spoon, looking up at him and flicking your tongue over your lips. His eyes get dark.

Even after ten years of marriage, he’s so easy to get going, it’s almost unfair.

“Delicious, daddy, thank you.” You stand up fully, and he turns back to the stove; your arms wrap easily around his waist, cheek pressed to the soft, worn t-shirt that covers his back. “How was your day? Are you still enjoying the life of a trophy husband?” He snorts, muscles tensing enough that you can feel it where you rest.

“Hardly.” He was in such a good mood a moment ago that this feels like a complete 180; profiler or not, you know your husband, and something’s on his mind. You tighten your embrace, and he shrugs you off a little, and that is practically unheard of. You stand, take a step back to look at him.

“What’s wrong? You aren’t getting bored of retirement already, are you? It’s only been six months.” He sighs, shakes his head. You’re sure you look confused.

“No, retirement is fine; it’s great, actually, it’s not that.” Typical Aaron, always making you drag this shit out of him. For being so sweet and kind, he’s still not that great at being open, even though you make every effort to encourage it.

“What is it, sweetheart? Something is obviously bothering you; we should talk about it.” Another deep exhale, and he turns off the burner, moves the pan of food off of the heat, and turns to face you fully.

“I imagine you already know.” You shake your head, shrug, and he gestures to himself, to his body. You feel stupid, like there’s something you’re missing.

“Aaron, love of my life, I don’t have any idea what this means.” You mimic his previous motion, and he rolls his eyes, which you can’t stand, and he’s well aware of that. “You’ve got to give me more than that, or I can’t help.”

“You can’t help, it just… is.” He sighs, and his shoulders deflate. You move closer, to touch him, comfort him, but he takes a step back. “I know I’m not the ‘trophy husband’ you probably expected me to be. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”

You do your best to put together these cryptic sentences, the hand gesture, and when realization finally dawns on you, you can’t help it: you laugh.

Aaron turns away, and you know that was shitty, feel instantly terrible, so you reach out to put a gentle hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you, it’s just… you don’t think you’re hot anymore?” He turns to face you, looking at you like he’s tired of your shenanigans, which… after this long, he should be plenty used to them, so the look does nothing for you.

“I’ve gotten… soft, I think that’s obvious.” At that, you smirk a little, move your hands to the button on his jeans.

“Oh, I don’t think there’s anything soft about you, Aaron. Why don’t you let me put your cock in my mouth, and we’ll check again.”

“You wanted me to talk, I’m talking.” His tone is a little admonishing, and you kind of deserve it, so you stop being horny for a second and take a deep breath.

“You’re right. Sorry. So… you’re exercising less, because obviously you don’t need to be as fit anymore, since you’re not working. Am I following?” He nods his head. “Okay, and you’re feeling… insecure about the way your body looks now, because of it.”

“Yes. Especially when you, Unit Chief Hotchner, are kicking ass and looking fucking delicious doing it, and then you have to come home to me.”

It’s like a switch is flipped in you, at those words. Oh hell no.

“Hold on here. I don’t have to come home to you, I get to come home to you; every night I do, it’s like a dream come true, and on the nights I don’t get to come home to you, I dream about it. I dream about being in your arms—strong arms, always, even if they’re less defined—and I dream about making love to you and fucking you and everything in between. You: not the Aaron of two months ago or six months ago or five years ago. You.”

He looks your face over—you’re getting fired up and you know it, and it turns him on and you also know that—and then the two of you come together for a deep, desperate kiss. Your hands fist in his hair, his roughly grab your ass, and when you pull back for air he turns you so you’re bent over the counter, searches for the zipper of your skirt.

“No!” He freezes, then steps back, and you stand up, flushed. “I’m sorry, not no—just, not here.” He blows out a breath, and you kiss him softly, sorry you scared him. “It’s just that… I want to lay you back on our bed, completely naked, and I want to put my mouth and my hands on you, everywhere. I want you to see what your body does to me, exactly as it is right now. I get that that might make you feel a little vulnerable, but will you let me?” You press your lips to his again, put your hands gently on his face. “Let me, baby.”

He nods, and you take his hand, take him to your bedroom. He’s visibly nervous, so you move his hands to your body, let him strip you naked first. He always takes pleasure in this, whether he is ripping the buttons off your favorite blouse or softly mouthing at your thighs while he drags your panties down your legs, and tonight is no exception.

“So beautiful, baby,” he murmurs as he finds that zip and drags it down, helping you step out of the skirt. You kick off your heels, and he unbuttons your top—carefully, tonight—then unhooks your bra, pulls you close and kisses your neck and chest so deliciously you almost forget what brought you here.

You lick your lips, shake yourself from the haze of submission you always feel when his mouth is at your throat, and your hands flick open the button of his jeans, tug down the zipper, guide his pants to the floor. He steps out of them, and you kiss his mouth.

Your hands move up, to the hem of his t-shirt, but you do nothing. He smirks, pulls it over his head, because he knows you love that hot guy way of pulling a t-shirt off with one hand, and he happens to be a master of it. You do your best not to drool.

“Mmm. You know exactly what I like, Aaron. There’s nobody in this world who could turn me on like you, who could get me off like you.” He licks his lips, and you get on your knees, running your hands down his body as you go. “Toes to nose, you are exactly who and what I want. Don’t ever forget that.”

You start low, press your lips to the tops of his feet, then his ankles, his calves, his knees. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, but you keep moving up, slowly, until your hands find the waistband of his underwear and you pull them down. His cock springs up—this in particular is never a problem, no matter his age—and you kiss up his thighs and then rise to stand.

“Baby,” he breathes, and you lean up for a kiss, drop your panties. He grabs a fistful of your hair, takes another, rougher kiss, then releases you; you’re panting hard, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. God, he’s good. How could he ever doubt his sex appeal when he makes you this much of a horny, eager mess with just a kiss?

You guide him back to the bed because he’s too tall for you to reach everywhere standing up; you start at his right wrist, kiss your way to the crook of his elbow, over his biceps, to his shoulder. You trail your lips over his collarbone, his throat, pausing to nibble on his earlobes, to peck him on the tip of his nose.

“I love you so much, Aaron. You are and always will be perfect in my eyes. I barely even notice when you’re being a dick anymore,” you joke, and he laughs; steamy and sexy is really good, but it’s your favorite when he laughs.

You kiss down the other side of his neck, down his arm, but this time you bring his hand up and suck on his middle and ring fingers, taking them so deeply you can flick your tongue over his wedding ring. He groans, you groan, it’s really hot. Your pussy throbs.

“Fuck, baby.” You pull them out of your mouth with an innocent smile, and then straddle his legs, leaning forward to suck and bite kisses all over his stomach and hips, avoiding his cock altogether. “Oh, god, that feels so good,” he breathes, reaching for your hair, and you slide your arms up his chest, squeeze the muscles there that are softer, but still present, while you kiss wetly along his belly.

“Mmm,” you moan while you kiss, because you’re kind of… lined up tight against his thigh, and it feels really good.

You keep kissing, all over, sloppy, eager kisses, rubbing his chest and grinding against his thigh, and it’s a surprise to you both when you come, looking up at him with your mouth open and your nails digging into his skin.

“Holy fuck,” you sigh when you’re done—there’s no sugarcoating this—humping his leg, and he licks his lips, wraps his hands around your arms, and maneuvers you on onto your back, slides his cock easily inside you where you’re wet and warm. “Yes, Aaron.”

“Oh, baby. Fuck, I love you,” he groans, and he laces your fingers with his and tucks his face against your neck. You love when he gets like this, so desperate to come but so soft, so loving, and you squeeze him with your legs, push your body into his thrusts.

“Like that, honey, just like that,” you breathe, mouthing at his shoulder, your free hand clutching at his back. “Come inside me, daddy; pin me with your big body like you always do and come inside me. Love it, want it, need it.”

He moans into your throat, works his hips harder, faster, and you hold him when he comes, smoothing your palm over his skin. He looks down at you, and love shines in his eyes just like always; your heart melts a little. That’s something you’ll never get tired of seeing as long as you live.

He pulls out, replaces his cock with his fingers and brings you to orgasm again, still looking into your eyes, and he catches your last gasping moan with his lips.

You’re both tired after that, not as young as you used to be, and you pull him on top of your body again, a warm, reassuring weight; underneath him is your favorite place to be, always has been, always will be.

“Trophy husband,” you coo in his ear, scraping fingers through his hair. He chuckles softly, brushes his thumb over your lips.

“Badass wife.”

“Mm hmm, and don’t you forget it.” After a couple minutes, your stomach rumbles, and Aaron climbs off of you, returns with the whole pan of paella, two spoons, and a bottle of white wine. “No glasses?” you ask, teasing, sitting up against the pillows, and he shakes his head, wrinkles his nose.

“Nah, I like it better this way. My lips where your lips have been.” He leans in for a soft, slow, sultry kiss, and you sigh when it’s over, lean your head against his shoulder, and smile.

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on and off % jake

pairing: playboybf!jake x reader genre: angst, fluff, lovers to exes, exes to lovers idek word count: 1.89k words requested: yes / prompt 14, “we called it off again last night.” / 18, “it’s been you all along.” / 19, “for the first time, i had something to lose.” synopsis: immaturity isn't needed in a relationship, but that seems to be jake's and your's specialty. warnings: curse words, mentions of drinking, throwing up, su!cide, toxic relationship, making out

"i thought you're going with jake today?" sunghoon asked as you hop into his car.

you rolled your eyes at the thought of riding in the same vehicle as the boy, "no, we called it off again last night."

"again?!" the boy exclaimed, "y/n, that's probably the nth time you guys called it off." he sighed in disbelief, "that's not how relationships work." he commented.

judgingly looking at his way, "yeah? like you know any better?"

"shut up." he started the engine, "this isn't about my love life."

"whatever." you blurt out, "i guess being bad at handling relationship runs in our blood." you jokingly said, as your cousin laugh.

he tilt his head smiling, "damn, of all things that can be passed down, that's what we got."

"well, at least we got good looks. that works as a payoff." he added. you agreed at him with a nod, "anyway." you changed the subject.

"i'm planning on ending it with jake." you stated. he looked at you, "no shit, you sure?" he assured, "to be honest, whatever makes you happy." he added, looking like he wanted to say something but he decided not to.

"don't apologize." you led before he could even say sorry for insisting that you should date his best friend, sim jaeyun.

"i'm not- okay whatever." he almost want to deny the urge but he saw you looking at him with a teasing face, "i just feel a little responsible for all the stress this relationship have caused you." he scratch the back of his head, as you slap his arm.

"shut up, dating him was my decision. you don't have to blame yourself for all the bad decisions i made for myself. i'm an adult now." you told him.

parking his car he nod his head, "okay. just remember i'm here if things are bad, okay?"

"okay." you said, before going out of his car. walking at the corridor of your building, trying to see if jake arrived earlier than you today.

and he certainly did. there he is on his designated seat beside the window, silently watching as the wilted leaves fall down from the tree.

the clock ticks time faster than you expected and your professor came in, not able to call out for jake's name to even talk to him.

sitting down to a chair, you told yourself that you'll talk to him later. and here you are, in front of jake sim at the rooftop of your university's main building.

it might be your lucky day for no one else is here but the two of you. this place is usually cramped with so many people and miraculously today isn't one of those days.

this may be one of the many signs sent from above that this relationship should end as it wasn't right from the beginning.

your blood boils as your cousin sunghoon pushes you into the table of his friend group, "come on! you wouldn't lose anything! he just want to talk to you." he shouts.

"then tell him i don't want to!" you shout back a little annoyed. the last thing you want to do tonight is talk to the famous serial dater, jake sim. "for i know, he just wants the best out of me!"

"come on! jake's not like that!" he defended his friend. to be honest, sunghoon is the last person you should be ranting to. for he is just like his friend, they play with girl's hearts for fun.

you rolled your eyes as you reach the table of ego. the decision of naming that wasn't yours, but the other students. they called this the table of ego because everyone in here got some solid ego. heeseung, jay, sunghoon, jake. all of them.

"y/n! you actually came!" heeseung cheered as soon as he saw you, he scooted a little bit on his right to leave some space between him and jake, "come sit!"

sitting beside him was probably one of the decisions you will forever regret in your life. the memory of that night was a blur. you barely recall anything that happened then.

the only thing that you remember was when jake was reaching for a kiss, you accidentally threw up on him before passing out.

the next day, he told you to be his girlfriend to compensate with the mess you gave his brand new shirt. you said yes just so he could shut up, telling yourself you'll break up with him after a day or two.

two months then passed and you are just breaking everything now. well, it's better late than never. you just didn't expect that he would actually be a good boyfriend.

he's mostly good, not until everything gets complicated even with nothing. you fight over the smallest thing like, not being able to respond to each other's text to someone getting jealous.

it wasn't the best relationship you've been in but it was a good experience. you learned so much and now, it's time to move on.

"what is it that you wanted to say?" jake impatiently snapped you back into reality. you swallowed a good amount of saliva before saying, "let's break up."

it was better to say it forward than beating around the bush. with this, more time and energy will be saved. because even if you give him an explanation he probably won't listen.

he slowly blinked and sighed, looking away he said "okay. if that's what you want." see. he wouldn't even bother asking you why.

well, if you get things easy. they would also go easily, "okay. it was fun meeting you." you head out, leaving him there.

he most probably would not be so upset that he might think of jumping off the building, but you still prayed that he wont.

and he didn't. you can guarantee that as you see that three weeks later jake sim is with a woman walking the same isle as you are. the chances of you seeing him here at this huge mall was small, but never impossible.

you grabbed your friend's hand trying to hide from the sight of the man, "what are you doing-"

"shut up, jake is here." you told here looking at their way, walking into a clothing store. you hurriedly go and sit at a restaurant far from them and ordered food when your friend speak up.

"y/n, what's the point of hiding now when you guys already broke up?" she patheticly looked at you who's trying to hide from a menu list.

putting the menu list down on the table, you crossed your arms, "i am not hiding from him. i simply don't want to involve myself with anything that has to do with him."

"yeah, like seeing him in a shopping mall involves you with him." she said with full sarcasm. "you have no idea how pathetic that sounded."

not listening to anything she said, you started eating your pasta. almost choking when you saw a familliar figure walk in the restaurant.

trying your best to lean down and not get noticed you hear your friend call, "jake!" you kick her feet under the table as you see jake wave back and walks closer.

"what the fuck did you just do?" you whispered at her, she just smiles like an idiot as jake reach your table.

"hello, jia." he greeted your friend, "hi, y'n."

flashing a fake smile, you said "hi." satisfied with how annoyed you are, jia announced "you guys can join us! we got two extra seats here."

"we don't want to intrude-" you cut him off, "yes, there are a lot of vacant tables. they sure can find their own, right?"

serving a glass of wine, a waiter says "oh, we're fully booked, ma'am. so if you want to eat here, you have to wait for another hour or so." he said pouring some on your glass. "if you'll excuse me."

"it would be rude if we don't invite you right? so join!" your friend cheered as the girl jake's with sit next to you.

taking a sip of your wine whenever jake helps the girl cut her steak, you became unaware of how drunk you are. "so, when did you meet jake?" you asked the girl.

to be frank, she was quiet the whole time. just sitting there, not saying a thing but a "thanks." whenever jake helps her with anything.

"you can't answer that? well can you tell me if you are able to use your hands to their purpose? like cutting off a steak or puring your own glass of wine?"

"y/n-" your friend tried to stop you. but you didn't listen. you just continued to blabber nonsense until jake grabbed your wrist to the bathroom.

shaking your hand off his grip you screamed at him asking, "why did you bring me here?!"

"y/n why are you being so rude?" he calmly asked you.

you sarcastically laughed, "i'm being rude? who's more rude when you're out here eating at the same table as your ex-girlfriend and your current girlfriend?"

"current girlfriend- y/n that's my cousin!" he tried to calm himself by breathing slowly, pushing the side of his mouth using his tounge "do you really think i could replace you that fast?"

the sudden question made you feel like someone cut off your tounge. because you mostly have answer for everything but this. his question caught you off guard.

"when you broke up with me, i never asked why. i knew you were tired and i don't want to exhaust you more." you hear his voice shake as he speak. "i was also tired and we both needed a break."

you looked straight at his eyes that are sparkling from moist done by the tears that he have been trying so hard to hold back, "but as time pass by, i felt more and more empty. there is a big mark of you in my heart that ever since you left, no one has ever filled."

"nobody could ever fit in, but you." cupping your face he also wipe your tears away. "i never felt that way before. it's like, for the first time, i had something to lose."

"jake, i-" it was as if you forgot how to compose a word. you never knew he felt the same way you did when you broke up with him.

maybe sunghoon was more of your cousin than he is jake's friend. because if jake only knew how many times you told sunghoon that you miss him, he would've came back faster than this.

he smiled pulling you into a hug, "it's fine if you don't feel the same way anymore. i understand that. but i just want you to know that i am not the douchebag you think i am."

pulling away from the hug, you see his eyes were bloodshot "sorry, the last thing i want to do is make you cry-" you pulled him into a kiss not letting another word out of his mouth.

running out of breath, you seperated his lips from yours. you widely smiled at him, "it’s been you all along."

kissing outside a three star restaurant's restroom isn't as ideal as other comeback stories, but you wouldn't ask for anything else. as long as you have jake in your arms, your heart is content.

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