#DID YOU GUYS SEE HIS LATEST COVER IM IN TEARS

[92darkdragon]

Something that was running through my head after reading some of @somerandomdudelmao latest pages, where might Donnie be after he “died”… and I felt like writing it.

Edit: what start as a small paragraph turned into a full fanfic….im sorry for the mind dump ;p

Warning: involves death, suicides, ghosts, fanfics

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The Realm Inbetween

When Donnie opened his eyes, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar place, alone. His body returned to before the Kraang infection. Although his body seem to cover in what he could only describe as glitter that he could not get off. After sighing in defeat he looks around more. The area was well lit yet there were no signs of a light source. Looking around more, he notices that he seems to be just on a platform surrounded by darkness that seem to go on forever. He thought this was the afterlife, but why was it so empty. He thought he see at least one ancestor, maybe even Mikey. However, he saw nothing. Just darkness from his platform.

Did the kraang do something more to him? Is he unable to see his ancestors? A tear fills up his eye.

“Will I never talk to father and the others again?”

As he was thinking he will be alone here, the platform began to move. After some time, he could only guess, he starting seeing things around him. Small flames, each varying in size, shape, and color heading the same direction he was. “Maybe I look that to them” he thought to himself.

His platform glowed brightly till it was blinding. When it faded and he was to open his eyes once more, he couldn’t believe what he saw. Replacing the dark void was a mechanical island of sorts. Stepping off his platform, he noticed some flames took a transparent form of what he assumed were their form when they were alive. Many flames remained as flames, but he noticed something that very few flames took solid forms like him. “Perhaps this is how they sort souls in the afterlife?” He thought to him. But why why so few solid souls?

As he ponder more about his situation, he continued to observe as he walk since well…there wasn’t really anywhere else to go. He tried asking the other souls, but they either ignored him, went through him (which creeped him out), or spoke in a language he didn’t know. He really wished his tech worked in the afterlife, but that’s wishful thinking. He even tried talking to a large cloak figure, but it was more interested in another soul. As did other cloak ones he saw. “Greeeeeat…Guess i’ll have to be a wandering soul then” he chuckled to himself, thinking of his brothers’ jokes. If only he could speak his family again. He wished that all of this was just a dream, that he’ll wake up surrounded by his brothers huddled together. Back to where to April was, and Casey-

“Casey…..” he mumbled “I guess I couldn’t grant that wish huh?” Looking up at where a sky would have been “sorry buddy”

Just then, he heard the sound of bells jingling which snaps him back. He noticed a ways off, a cloak figured carrying staff which he could guess was a bit heavy for them, running as fast as they could towards him. They keep dodging each soul best they could until they unfortunately tripped on their on feet, face-planted on the floor, staff flying towards Donnie.

“I got it!” He shouted as he leap up to catch it. Honestly, he hasn’t felt like that in awhile. “Oh yeah, score one for the don-man!” Feeling proud of himself. Looking at the staff closely, it looked more like a shepherd’s staff “I swear if this guy is a sheepdog….” He mumbled to himself as run over to the figure

“H hey, you alright?” He asked helping them up. “You really shouldn’t be running around crowded places with heavy objects like this! You could have gotten a lot of people hurt you know! But seriously, unlike those other guys, you act like a-“ he froze, eyes widen as the figure brushed off their hood. The figure was revealed to be human girl roughly 13 years old. Their hair brown, with heterchroma eyes. “Oh…my..god..” his voice let out

“Oooow…that smarts….but thanks for getting my staff” she spoke, taking her staff as she stood up.

“N no problem” ((At certain points I’m just doing color text for Donnie and the girl cause I’m lazy))

He took a moment to calm down. He needed to focus. He needed answers. She’s wearing the cloak of those tall things he saw earlier. They must know know something about this place right? He understands her and vice versa. If I’m right, then maybe she can help talk to my family

So…umm..I’m Donatello, but my friends call me Donnie. What’s yours?

Don’t have one. Haven’t had one since I came here and became a shepherd

A shepherd? Like the ones with sheep?

Laughing Yeah, but instead of sheep, it’s soul we guide

So….i really am in afterlife huh

Well…..sort of

Sort of? How am I a sort of?! I remember dying in my sleep!

Well you did die but….hmm…they made it hard to explain….

Sigh….can you at least try? At least start with: where are we?

That should be doable. She pauses for a moment, then takes a deep breath.

Ok, so for many souls there’s what you call heaven and hell. However, there’s a realm where souls go when they die from “unnatural circumstances” but what counts can be a bit vague sometimes, but that’s not my job to sort out I’m afraid. This realm, the one we are in, goes but many names, but we just call it “The Realm In between” cause duh it’s literally In between heaven and hell. And the after they leave here, they won’t remember they ever here.

A fitting name. So “shepherds” you said they guide souls?

Yep, every shepherd gets assigned a soul, this time I’m assigned to you

Lucky me, I bet you never seen a turtle as awesome as me right?

A a anyway, the souls that come here are guided to a path. Completely avoiding the question. Because death was unnatural, fate chooses where the soul goes, and it’s the shepherd job to make it peaceful.

How do you know where to take them?

Umm….it’s like…a voice in our head I guess?

What are the options?

Well, there’s reincarnation, but that gets ways too complicated if you know what I mean. There’s ceasing to exist, then there’s the-

How does a soul become a shepherd? You mentioned you came here and became one. How you pull that off?

She fell silent, gripping her staff tight. You know, the others see it as a punishment for they did when they were alive….but…she looks at Donnie, he notices a rope mark around her neck. It’s finally gave me a purpose in my life so to speak…now what was I saying?

O oh…you were…talking about options for souls to go…..

Oh..right. There’s a rare circumstance where a soul has to wait here to be revived. Because…what did they say again…”they are fated to live again by another means”

Meaning?

From what I understand, all the shepherd can do is make that soul comfort till they’re revived I think. I believe i thinks souls that are fated to come back to the realm of the living by not normal means

Meaning, they don’t know what to do with them so, they’re just stuck in this place?

Yep, could be days, months, even years, I mean it Raphy a few months before- she covered her mouth

Raphy? As in Rafael? He was here?! She refused to answer. Gotcha…won’t ask…so, I’m guessing I’m one of those “special circumstances” aren’t I? She nods. Super….well then I’ll be in your care then Miss Shepherd

End

Post

I gotta ask, why are you the only one with a staff with bells?

Because if I was going to a shepherd, I wanted have a shepherd staff. And they approved it. They thought it was cute.

How the hell hurt her in her past life

[moonknight-s-cumdump]

In the night

A/N: for the sake of this making sense steven is from london but is now living in ny. everything else is the same. more or less. i'd appreciate some ideas regarding how to continue the story.

Warnings: canon typical violence. not edited

frank castle x moonknight x reader

You meet Steven in the gift shop. You were asking him about some mug that you thought Frank might like. It would annoy him, at least. That was always fun for you. Even though you intended to just steal the overpriced keepsake, you ended up buying it, just cuz you found the way the vendor went on a tangent about the egyptian gods cute.

The man had a charm about him; big brown eyes and a nervous approach that was strangely endearing. And so, you flirted with him a bit. Just for fun. Some smiles and blinking up at him just to see how easy it was to make him blush.

“Do you always work at the giftshop or are you covering for someone?”

“No, this is my always job, not very fun innit?” He suddenly seems… Sad. You frown a bit at that. Did I make him upset? You´re quick to try and fix it. “No, no, I was just asking cause you seem to be a better fit for a guide… You know, all that knowledge and all” you let out a little chuckle, if only to relieve the tension.

He lets out a little smile at that, his cheeks flushed. You pay for the stupid mug, say your goodbyes and thank him, before making your way to the door. You really need to get back to Frank. He's been on one of his crusades lately, paranoid when he can´t find you.

A few feet before you reach the exit, you feel a gentle grip on your arm. You turn around to find the employee from earlier. A genuine smile graces your face at the sight of him. He's the first to speak, although he seems a bit anxious.

“Hi- I´m sorry if I startled you, miss, but if you don´t mind, I would like to know your name– Wait, Im sorry, I'm so sorry, that was so weird- I-”

God, he's adorable. You interrupt him and tell him your name with a smile and a light hearted touch to his chest. He seems to go into overdrive, at that.

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You visit the gift shop once or twice a week, after that. You learn that his name is Steven, with a V. Steven Grant. It fits him. You also get to know a bit more about him; he has a one-finned fish as a pet, Gus. And he can speak french. Sometimes, when you go over to his house for some tea and a movie, or for him to show you the latest book about egyptian history he acquired, he reads you some of his favorite poems. You don´t understand them, but you enjoy his voice, so you let him.

You also learn that you like his hands, and how his hair falls over his eyes in the form of messy curls.

Eventually, he tells you about his trouble sleeping, the way he seems to forget days entirely. Then he starts to disappear for days at a time. It worries you, but you´ve grown to expect it. The first time it happened, you were so desperate you could hardly even eat. After the first three days, you went to Frank, eyebags prominent and tears barely at bay, begging him to look for your friend. Frank cares about you, even with all your teasing. He tries to dig up everything he can, but there's barely any information about this guy, much less his whereabouts. Frank gets suspicious, then. What if this guy is somehow connected to his past and is after you to get to him? He tells you as much. You don't take it well. You stay at Matt´s that night.

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Frank´s on some rooftop facing a ridiculously big condo now. It´d give him whiplash that a goddamn gift shop vendor can afford such living arrangements, if it weren't for the fact that he already knows something is wrong.

He´s 4 hours into his stakeout when he finally gets something useful. The man gets up with an entirely different demeanor than before, all straight shoulders and hard-set jaw. He unties the ankle restraint connecting him to the bed and takes a knife, a gun and 2 boxes of ammo from a box hidden in some loose wood in the wall. Yeah, Frank knew he was right.

He picks his stuff up, follows him to some sketchy storage room. The man stops in front of him, white bandages wrapping around him as he slowly turns his head, just in time for the white fabric to reach his head in the form of a loose hood that almost hides his entire face.

Frank is quick to take his gun out. A man with a magic suit? Yeah well, New York has seen worse.

The man dodges the bullets, but one catches him in the arm. Frank doesn't miss how it heals almost immediately. What the fuck.

It's not long before he reaches him and wrenches the gun from his hands. Frank reciprocates this with a kick to the ribs and, a split second later, a headbut to that stupid mask. The man is quick to recover, as he throws a punch that his opponent fails to avoid.

They keep fighting until Marc temporarily gains the upper hand. He starts… Talking to himself? Arguing with himself, more like. The man's eyes shine a bright blue before his suit changes to, well, an actual suit.

“Marc you violent shit wad” What the fuck is up with the accent?

Frank takes the opening and flips him over, punching his face before taking a gun out of his boot and pointing it to the man´s throat. He spits a glob of blood “Who are you? Why are you after me?”

“After you? Mate, you´re the one who attacked us out of nowhere, yeah? Just please calm down for a moment, will ya?”

Frank shakes him with the hand still fisting his collar. “The fuck you mean “us”?”

hope yall liked it! comments and reblogs appreciated, plus they encourage me to make more parts quicker <33

[petri808]

OHMYGODDD JUST SAW YOUR LATEST POST I LOVE IT ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING IS JUST CHEF'S KISS. I WOULD LOVE TO SEE 42, 49 and 13 FOR NALU PLEASEEE CAN'T WAIT TO READ ITT

😳 Ya’ll really love angst huh? Lol okay, sure let’s see what I can come up with. 😊 “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” + “I’m pregnant” + “Im too sober for this”

Lucy’s knees weakened and sent her crumbling to the bathroom floor. Why was this happening to her?! She’d just finished college and was about to start her paid internship with a local newspaper. ‘What am I gonna do?’ Lucy gripped to the stick in her hand as the tears trickled down her face. This could derail her future before it even started— all because of one slip-up. How was she going to tell Natsu… Not knowing who else to talk to, Lucy turned to her best friend Levy McGarden. She texted the woman and drove over to her friends apartment in dread.

“Oh, Lu…” Levy hugged her friend tightly before pulling her into the small apartment. She sat Lucy down on the couch, then made them both some tea. “How you feeling?” Levy asked as she handed the cup over.

“How do you think I’m feeling?!” Lucy groaned. “I feel like I’m in a nightmare.”

“Are you sure the results are correct? You know those home pregnancy tests can be wrong.”

“I don’t know, I mean I followed the instructions and it didn’t give an error sign.” Lucy pulled the stick from her pocket. “See?” She showed it to her friend. “Two lines.”

“Oh— yeah, looks like it,” Levy agreed.

Lucy pocketed the test once again and hung her head. Both hands cradled the warm cup, just holding it without a desire to drink from it. “Just thinking about this is making me sick. Maybe I can just pretend it’s not true.”

“Lu, that’s ridiculous. I’m pretty sure the growing bump on your stomach will make that difficult.”

“Ugh! I know!” Lucy shrieked. “Lie to me or something… Levy, I-I don’t think I can deal with this!”

“Well, you have to. And how am I supposed to lie about this?!”

“I don’t know, tell me this is a dream. Just a bad dream that I’m gonna wake up from. The test was wrong, something! Maybe it’s just a fiction story I’m working on cause I just don’t wanna think about it right now.”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did! Lucy you have to face reality.”

“What am I gonna do Levy? I can’t be having a baby!”

“Well first things first, you need to tell Natsu— I’m assuming it’s Natsu.”

“Of course, it’s Natsu! I haven’t slept with anyone else.”

“Well you need to tell him. He deserves to know.”

“I know…”

“Natsu’s a stand up guy, I know he’s going to do the right thing.”

Lucy sighed, “that’s not what I worry about. I mean having kids is something that’s crossed my mind… just not anytime soon. We’re not even married yet. Ugh! I’m such an idiot.”

“Sometimes these things happen.” Levy placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Can’t go back to the past, so now all you can do is figure out the now. Do you have any idea when it happened?”

“My guess is my graduation party, cause that was the last time we had sex. I barely even remember it cause I was so drunk,” Lucy whimpered, then started to sob. “We’re usually careful but… yeah, it had to be that.”

“Come here,” Levy pulled her friend into a hug. “You’re gonna be okay. Whatever happens, you’re gonna be okay.”

The women spent a couple more hours chatting, flipping between random topics, but often coming back to this one. Lucy struggled to even wrap her mind around the reality that this is real. That she was going to have a child, when she was barely an adult herself and all the factors involved only compounded her dilemma. Her new job isn’t going to afford a child. Natsu had a decent job, but even combined it would be a struggle. They’d have to find a place together, a two bedroom house or apartment. What about the medical expenses, and the baby supplies— babies are expensive! Where was the money going to come from?

When Lucy noticed the time and realized Natsu would be coming home from work within the hour, she thanked her friend for the support and bid her goodbye. Even though she had calmed down a little, she wasn’t ready, didn’t know what or how she was going to break the news to him. So, after arriving home, Lucy tried to distract herself by cooking dinner. It didn’t really work, but at least a meal was made. Her life until now had been going well in that she had a boyfriend who treated her right, supported her while she finished her degree, even pushed her to follow her dreams of writing. And now that her degree was finished, Lucy was on her way after landing the paid internship. If she passed the internship, they would offer her a permanent position at the newspaper.

But now all of that felt like it was slipping through her fingers. All her hard work for nothing because juggling a small child and going to work… Maternity leave is not paid, so they’ll have to rely on just one income for a time, then daycare is quite expensive. Sure, there are programs that she could apply for to help or family, but that’s not the point— the point is, they are sorely not ready to become parents.

“I’m home!” Natsu called out as he entered the apartment. “Something smells good!”

“Welcome home, Natsu.” Lucy called out from the kitchen. “It’s almost done.”

Natsu detected a change in his girlfriend’s tone. Usually when he gets home, she’s in a happier mood— but not today. He threw his keys onto the kitchen island and walked up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Everything okay?”

Whatever words she’d planned to say were thrown out the window as tears pooled instantly in Lucy’s eyes. “Natsu, it’s…”the words stumbled out, “um… I-I’m pregnant.”

“P-Preg…nant?!” Natsu took a step back in shock, his trembling hand moving to cover his mouth. “Oh, wow— I’m too sober for this,” he mumbled.

“Pregnant,” she repeated as the sobs broke free. “And alcohol is what got us into this mess!” Lucy snapped and sobbed louder.

“Oh, h-hey now, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Natsu pulled her into his arms. “Don’t cry baby, please don’t cry, I hate seeing you cry.”

“Natsu, I’m pregnant, did you hear me?! Pregnant! I can’t be pregnant!”

“Shh… I hear you,” he gently coaxed Lucy to the couch and had her sit down, then sat beside her, cradling her close. “True, it’s not the best time… but we can make it work.”

“You don’t understand, I’m not ready, Natsu. I don’t think I could handle it…” all the reasons refreshing in her mind. “I have no experience with with kids. What if we screw up? It’s just…” Lucy sighed. “I think… I’m too overwhelmed right now.”

“Okay, well— they make those things now, the, um, end pregnancy stuff.”

“I don’t know…”

“Lucy, I’ll support whatever decision you make.”

“You say that now, but later you’ll probably resent me for… kil— doing that,” she mumbled.

“I don’t know that so neither can you. All I do know is that yes it might hurt— but you’re the important thing right now, and if you say you’re not ready, then I have to accept it. Kids are never easy, I doubt all the preparation in the world can really make a difference. But Lucy,” he took her hand and held it to his chest. “As long as I’ve known you, whatever you choose to do you’re great at it.”

“Really?” She looked up with hope filling her eyes for the first time all day.

Natsu smiled. “And who better to start a family with?” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her. “Then a smart, sassy, beautiful woman like you.”

Lucy’s eyes flooded with tears. “You really think we can make it work?”

He nodded. “As long as it’s something we really want, then yeah.”

After a momentary pause, Lucy let out a long stabilizing exhale. “Okay. I’ll call my doctor and make an appointment tomorrow to check.”

“Really? Y-You sure? Because I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to coax you into this.”

“No, I-I’m pretty— sure. Things sometimes happen for a reason, right? Maybe it’s meant to be.”

Natsu pulled her in for another longer kiss. “Guess I better hurry up and marry you then,” he chuckled.

She snorted a laugh. “I guess so mister!”

He pulled her close again, hugging her to his chest. “I love you so much baby.”

“Mmm, I love you too.”

“My own baby momma,” he teased.

Lucy slapped his chest with a giggling shriek. “Don’t you dare call me that!”

“Oh,” he grinned, “I’m totally getting t-shirts made.”

[isabellitah]

Title : Our Wife

Pairing : Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female!Reader x Miya Atsumu

Warning : blood ig, curse words, attempted rape, torture, and mentions of death

Credits : to the artists regarding the drawings of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu found on the banner- i saved them from pinterest I think.

Note : do not copy or repost this anywhere else. I do not write Haikyuu!! fics anywhere else.

Y/n Miya-Sakusa was scared. No- scratch that- you were terrified.

You wouldn’t show it to your captors though- your husbands taught you to never show fear- but Jesus Christ- you were terrified not only for yourself but more so for your unborn child- a child you didn’t even know existed until half an hour before you got kidnapped from your own room. For the past hour that you’ve been tied to a chair in the middle of the room, they haven’t touched your body. The same couldn’t be said for your face. Half of your face was covered in slightly dried blood; blood that came a wound you got when they slammed your head against the edge of your beside drawer to knock you unconscious, and a spilt lip that was still bleeding slightly from when they punched you when you spat at the face of the person who demanded your husbands’ locations and the locations of all your warehouses. The thought alone made you scoff- you’re no rat. Unlike whoever the hell gave your home’s location away. Your husbands were going to be so pissed when they find you gone and your shared room thrashed about.

Sitting on the wooden chair was become a pain in the ass. Literally. You couldn’t even escape because of the metal cuffs attached to your wrists, forearms, and ankles and they took your daggers away. You’re stuck and all you can do it wait. Wait for either your husbands to burst through the door or wait for your promised torture session and possible death.

Minutes- hours- who knows how long later, two men in black barged into the room, startling you from your daydream carrying knives with guns in their holsters. Well... looks like your Omi and Tsumu are too late huh...

“Ready, Princess?” thing 1 with an eyepatch said with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, “Boss said we gots to kill ye before yer husbands get here. Ye know, so they barge in ‘ere only to see yer bleeding body. Even better if they get to see yer naked corpse, doncha think?”

“Boss said not to rape her tho-” thing 1 interrupted thing 2, “what boss doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im. And besides- I wanna leave Miya a surprise for stabbing my eye.”

And just as thing 1 started moving towards you, a scream was heard from outside the door and echoed into the room, sending shivers down things 1 and 2’s spines. You, on the hand, smiled. They’re here... fucking finally.

“What was that?” Thing 2 looked around nervously. Huh- he must be new to the business. Poor guy he won’t make it far at this point. Thing 1 shrugged, “eh who cares? There’s no one we can’t kill.” he boasted. Dumb overconfident pig.

Another scream rang through followed by a shout of terror, “THEY’RE HERE!” that was cut off as a loud gunshot echoed through the walls followed by a series of bangs and clangs. The familiar sound brought you off guard- they brought everyone? You were sure that that clang was from Michinari’s favorite weapon- his metal bat. Where were you and who took you that they felt it necessary to have everyone here? You were brought out of your train of thoughts when you realized that all of a sudden everything and everyone was silent. All you can hear was your own heartbeat.

“Ah fuck it-” thing 1 looked at your form with a crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Dude what are you-”

“Well it’s obvious we won’t make it out alive-”

“Wait what?”

“-might as well have fun before we die, ey?”

With that said he closed the gap between you two. You felt your mind blank as tears started forming in your eyes. The moment he ripped Atsumu’s shirt from your person, the tears fell along with the loudest scream you could muster, “OMI! ATS-” you were cut off as thing 1 smacked your cheek with the butt of his gun, “shut up ye lil bitch. Yer not leavin til I get my f-”

Thing 2 was suddenly down- a hole on the side of his head. None of you even heard the door open so that meant Shinsuke was here- well him or Rintarou since they’re the stealthiest in your family.

Thing 1 suddenly stood up straight and placed his hands up with his palms up and blocking your view from whoever was with you two in the room, “hey uhhh I was forced to do this, mates- it- it wasn’t anything personal, yea?” Sat on a wooden chair in just your undergarments and the remnants of one of your husbands’ shirt, you let a small smile appear on your face. They’re here. You and your little bean are safe now.

Rintarou stepped out of the shadows and from his voice you could tell he looked bored, “so... where is she?”

Thing 1 shook his head, having lost his voice the moment his eyes met the bored yet malicious ones of one Suna Rintarou- one of the deadliest assassins of the Inarizaki family, and prayed that the fox wouldn’t notice your bleeding form behind him.

The moment you let out a sob, he pushed thing 1 away and squatted in front of you. And he was not happy with what he saw was done to you-

He saw your bloody and bruised face. He saw your shaking hands and the tears you let flow from your eyes. But what angered him the most was the fact that someone he viewed as his little sister lost the brightness is her eyes.

Any chance the idiot had with reasoning with him was gone.

“Congratulations, idiot. You’ve secured a spot in our personal dungeon.” Rintarou smiled as he heard a sharp thump before the telltale sound of a body hitting the ground, “you didn’t hit him too hard, did you, Shinsuke-san?”

“Not hard enough.”

“Ok- let’s get these off of you before your hubbies come in here,” with that said both men started unlocking the cuffs trapping you onto the chair. After freeing you, you were immediately hit with the feeling of fatigue and let your body fall onto the person closest to you. Shinsuke caught your semi-limp body and immediately became worried but calmed down as he felt your breaths. He arranged your position so that you were laying across his lap, facing the roof of the cell. Rintarou settled himself beside Shinsuke after texting Kiyoomi your location- receiving an immediate reply that they’ll be there as soon as Atsumu is out of his blood haze. Shinsuke brushed his hand through your hair but immediately stopped when you whimpered, “hit- t-table- home.”

The two men exchanged worried glances when you stared up at them with your eyelids slowly closing. Rintarou tapped your cheek, “Y/n-chan, stay awake- how do you feel right now?”

“Aish of all the questions Rin-”

“B-baby...”

“Kiyoomi-san and Tsumu will be he-”

“M-my baby...” their eyes widened as you shakily placed your hand onto your tummy before falling limp in Shinsuke’s arms. He refrained from panicking when he saw your chest still rising and falling in patterns- you probably fainted from exhaustion.

“Holy shi-”

“Y/N!”

The moment the two saw your limp body they assumed the worst- but as Atsumu was about to yell out his rage and sorrow, Osamu appeared from the shadows and hit the back of his head, “she’s breathing, you moron.”

“I knew that, shitface.”

“Who ya callin’ shitface, ya pig?”

“Who ya callin’ a pi-”

“Aran,” Kiyoomi calmly spoke as he turned to face the hitman- ignoring his husband and brother-in-law, “lead the way out- make sure that there will be no delays. We must take Y/n to Motoya immediately- we don’t know the extent of her wounds- however they look... less than favorable as of the moment.”

At the reminder of your current condition, the twins shutted up, “Osamu,”

“Yeah, Omi-san?”

“Bring that thing with us.” was muttered with great disdain while his finger was pointed towards the unconscious thing 1.

And so they left the building covered in blood with neutral faces.

They may not show it but they were livid.

They didn’t miss your tear and blood stained face nor the the fact that your shirt was ripped right down the middle.

They knew what was going to happen to you had they been a second late.

“Hitoshi and Heisuke are already tracking the rats- we’ll have them in the basement by tonight,” informed Kiyoomi’s trustworthy gunsmith, Tsukasa Iizuna.

“They better- only question now is who gets first dibs on the assholes.”

As they settled into the car, Shinsuke told them the news of your latest surprise. He knew that they’d go even more ballistic were they to find out during the check-up from Motoya. But since they were in a closed and moving car with you on their laps, they couldn’t really do much except stiffen and let their rage grow stronger- and he looks forward to seeing what they’ll do to the bastards tonight. Shinsuke, above all things, is a man of honor- and what he hates above all things, are traitors.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! PLEA- AHHH” Thing 1 screamed as Kiyoomi dug his dagger deeper into the man’s shoulder- forming a hollow hole of sort.

“Just a little more... I want to see if your bones are clean or if they need to cleansed as well-”

“Omi-omi~ I want my turn !” whined Atsumu as he crossed his arms and pouted at his husband.

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “you had your turn five minutes ago when you spilled acid onto his legs- it’s my turn now.” with that said, Kiyoomi ripped his dagger from the man’s flesh without a warning and grabbing a bowl from the prisoner’s ‘meal’, poured the bowl of scalding hot soup into the hollow flesh.

And as the man wailed, the two traitors squirmed in fear as they awaited their turns.

“We don’t usually go to this extent but what can we say...”

“No one messes with our wife.”

please reblog if you liked it hehe 🥺🥰

[imaginationofacrazyfangirl]

Hey! Idk if your prompt requests are still open (if not ignore this lmao) but if yes, could you do a namjoon x reader and "im pregnant" Thank you!💕

Baby Shoes

Baby shoes littered the inside of your shared apartment. From the front door all the way to the bedroom, random pair of tiny shoes waited to be discovered. Their ‘discover’ currently far from home working hard on BTS’s next upcomming album unware of what awaited when he finally came home. Above you the clock ticked down the minutes for Namjoon’s arrival. Each tick of the hand grinded more and more on your nerves, tempting you to call Namjoon and tell him to arrive home quickly.

    However you forced yourself to remain patient. BTS’s latest comeback was only weeks away meaning your boyfriend and his bandmates were strapped for time as usual. Between perfecting song, dance moves, setting up interviews, and doing their usual commitments such as v-lives, you knew how stressed the boys felt. Namjoon, himself barely came home nowadays; choosing to sleep at the studio rather than coming home only to return in a mere hour or two. You felt lonely at times, but it couldn’t be helped.

  Namjoon was an idol after all. You knew where his commitments lied the moment you agreed to date him, and although occasionally you dreamt of dating someone with a less hectic job, you would never trade him. Beside it’s not like he didn’t apologize constantly for not being home or not being calling as much. Or spoiled you rotten the minutes things calmed down. All in all your guys relationship was a good one.

  That said though you felt surprised to find out you were pregnant a few days ago. With Namjoon so busy the two of you barely had time to see each other let alone be intimate. However you guessed those few quickies in the shower or on the couch of his studio finally caught up to you two. Your hand cradled your stomach noting the slight bump growing. This certainly wasn’t a planned pregnancy, but you held no doubt Namjoon would love the baby as much as you did already. Especially since he and you spoke often about having children together in the future.

    “Baby shoes?” Namjoon voice came from the front door. “There’s baby shoes in my front door hyung.”

   You covered your mouth trying to hold back your laughter at Namjoon’s amazed voice. You couldn’t blow your hiding spot just yet. Not when there were several pairs left for him to find. “No they are definitely not mine-they have Jungkook’s character on them, Kooky.” there was a pause before Namjoon said in a slightly annoyed voice. “Yeah, I’m sure their not his either.”

   Now you were practically dying on the floor attempting not to laugh. You could guess which one of the older boys it was on the phone with him. “She doesn’t have any nephews or nieces. Maybe a cousin?” Namjoon mumbled, before gasping loudly. “There’s more! They’re all over my house, hyung.”

    His footsteps continued further down the apartment. The sound of his shoes hitting the wooden floor telling you that Namjoon in his stupor forgotten to take them off. “Tata, Chimmy, Mang, nearly every  fourth one is a BT21 character. Where did these all come from? I don’t think we sell baby shoes for BT21.”

   Another pause, followed by. “I doubt she kidnapped a kid, hyung.”

You snorted at this. It must be Yoongi, he’s talking too.

     “But maybe she’s trying to tell me something. We have be discussing children lately. Maybe this is a clue that (Y/N) want to try?” Namjoon replied, his voice now right outside your guys’ bedroom door. 

  You listened quietly breath held as he came up to the finally pair of shoes. Unlike the rest, this pair placed in a pretty blue box with a note attached to them. Vaguely you wondered if he would recognize the significance of them. How they were the same shoes Namjoon bought all those years ago, before even meeting you. Finally the moment of truth came in a hoarse whisper, “I got to go hyung.”

    The door swung open revealing Namjoon dressed in his usual black shirt, comfy hoodie and pair of blue jeans. He looked a mess between the dark circles under his eyes, the messy hair, and clear signs of having only done the bare minimum to care for himself over these past few days. However it was all forgettable in the awake of Namjoon tear filled eyes. He stared at you, one hand holding the pair of baby shoes, the other clutching the note tightly against his chest.

   “Is this? Are you? Are we?” Namjoon asked, desperate.

You nodded, smiling softly. “Surprise! I’m pregnant.” 

    Namjoon moved forward, nearly tumbling over his feet as he swooped you into his arms. A flurry of kisses pressed themselves into your hair as he held you tightly. “We’re going to be parents. I’m going to be a dad! This is wonderful, (Y/N)! This is...this is amazing. Thank you so much, my love.”

   You giggled, stroking his head. “I’m glad you like it. You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you, but couldn’t find the right words. I spent days scrolling through pinterest and tumblr trying to come up with the perfect way to tell you, but nothing felt right.”

   Namjoon kissed your forehead, before slowly slinking down to nuzzle your stomach “I loved it. I love you. And most of all I love our baby. I can’t wait until they come. I swear all do my best to take care of you and them for the rest of our lives.”

     You could only smile picturing the day when Namjoon would finally be able to put those shoes onto your guys’ baby.

[missallsundayyy]

how would law celebrate robin's birthday like what would he do and what would he gift her

I HAD FUN WRITING THIS BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW THIS MAN IS A SIMP FOR ROBIN LIKE CMON ITS ROBIN “CAPTAIN! THE SUNNY GO IS RIGHT AHEAD” Bepo exclaimed

“Quickly or we’ll miss everything men!” Law ordered

TIMESKIP

“YOSHHH!! FOOOOOD LET'S EATTTT” Luffy exclaimed but got knocked out by Nami and Sanji.

“YOU BARBARIC RUBBER! WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR LAW AND HIS CREW FIRST” Nami yelled.

It was February 6th, meaning it’s Nico Robin’s birthday and everyone was preparing a party for her. Nami had even baked Robin a cake and it was with a purple royal icing since it was her favourite colour. Everyone was very rowdy on the ship and it was nothing but an auspicious and cheerful atmosphere. Each of the strawhats had gotten Robin a gift and this touched her to the point of tears, she was surrounded with nakamas that loved her. When she was little girl and when Ohara was decimated never did she imagine that she would EVER get another birthday celebration again. Now she was surrounded with so much love, amazing food, nakamas with big hearts and also…..well the best damned lover she will ever have.

“OIIII YOU GUYS! THE HEART PIRATES ARE HERE!” Usopp yelled to the rest of the strawhats. The strawhats cheered at the arrival of their ally, they were now finally ready to give Robin all her birthday presents and Law was anxious because he was second guessing his gift whether she would love it or not.

“TRAAA-GUYYY, EVERYONE!! COME ON! IT'S TIME FOR ROBIN TO OPEN HER GIFTS AND YOU HAD BETTER PRESENTS FOR ROBIN AS WELL” Chopper ran towards the death surgeon and yelled at him cutely. “Tanuki-ya, yes I have brought Nico-ya presents.” he replied to the small doctor while walking towards his beloved historian. He missed the part where Chopper was calling him an asshole and he wasn’t a tanuki.

Law smiled seeing Robin laughing with Nami, her face beaming with happiness and she was very gleeful and she was wearing a beautiful white strapped long dress and her hair was down, she was so beautiful and what a sight. Robin turned when Nami pointed towards him and her face contorted to a wide grin “Law-kun!” she ran and threw herself onto him and her large breast hugged his entire face “Mhmm! R-robin-ya” his voice muffled by her bust size.

“Happy Birthday my love.” he wished her lovingly and kissed her lips softly.

“I’m glad you came” she said softly

“Baka...I wouldn’t miss your birthday silly.” he said tugging her waist and ushering her to where his crew had placed ALL her birthday presents. “Come, I've bought you many gifts,” he said cooly.

Her eyes went wide looking at the piles and piles of wrapped boxes in front of her, he went ALL OUT getting her gifts. You see, Law had raided many ships stealing all their treasure and went to different islands finding for any gems or gold buried. He had also stopped and docked at multiple towns to buy her the latest fashion of dresses, tops, pants, shorts and all sorts of accessories.

THIS MAN IS EXTRA AS FUCK IM TELLING YOU WHAT A SIMP.

“Ara...this is all for me..?” she whispered, head looking up from how her gifts were stacked up.

Law chuckled at her reaction, he took her hand and kissed her knuckles “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you and you do deserve all good things. Robin had tears of joy at the corner of her eyes threatening to run down and ruin her makeup. “Hey don’t cry baby, you’re supposed to be smiling” he said, caressing her cheeks and wiping a tear that had already dropped.

“But there is one more thing that i want to give you personally.” He took out a small box of jewelry cover and opened it revealing a big amethyst stone necklace with a lace of shining diamonds. I crafted this myself with the gem I foraged on an island I ventured, this stone reminds me of you because it represents serenity and wisdom with calmness also it’s your favourite colour my love”

“I--its so beautiful Law-kun….thank you so much!” she attacked him with her tight hug once again which he returned and placed a kiss on her head. 

“Your most welcome”.

~BONUS~

What the strawhats had bought for Robin for her birthday…

Chopper had bought Robin a customised pen with her name for Robin to write on her research notes

Nami had bought Robin an array of luxurious sunglasses with diamond embedded in them since she favoured using it on a daily basis.

Usopp had knitted Robin a crochet sling bag for their forest adventures, it had their own jungle kit even!

Sanji had bought Robin various types of luxurious perfumes of all her favourite scent and also many many many types of lotion and skin-care products.

Franky had taken the opportunity to build Robin a new chair that….wait for it that could be anything she wanted to depending on her mood. There was a suntanning button, armchair button and even an umbrella chair option.

Zoro had cut some thugs back in the previous town and taken all their treasure which had included ruby earrings and he wrapped it up and had gifted it to Robin.

Jimbe went back all the way to fishman island to get Robin the finest crafted scarfs and traditional skirt (similar to the one she wore on the fishman arc)

Brook….are we really shocked at his gift at this point. He had bought Robin panties/lingeries  and ALL sorts of designs and types as well. Of course he bought her bikini sets as well.

[daimonhalos]

Aight this is the second time I watch it but I'm gonna do a commentary on the latest bad's lore stream! Just for funsies, I might have honestly already forgotten some stuff so I wanna keep my thought process :3 let's go, commentary under the cut.

There's also some small theories/analysis in some points but nothing too much, just me rambling cause pain.

The pre stream song. Faster and Bad never change please.

I love so so so much the ominous soundtracks he puts as background for lore man it's just so coooool.

Reality check pre/post lore my beloved 💜

that little meh eh eh. is everything

he's just on a boat at night and but can already see he's got shaders on, this means PRETTY VISUALS AHEAD. Also i really like bits beginning with the character alone heading towards their destined direction, it's just pleasing

HIM TAKING DOWN ANTI EGG POSTERS. KING SHIT

Can't believe I got to hear "muffinhead" in lore voice.

Not even inside the room and HOLY SHIT they covered it all with the red bricks block IM AAAAH IT'S SO PRETTY. Like before the vines were all put at random but now they're neatly placed and it's actually aesthetically pleasing? I love it

DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR

The table. is . so. is so . it's so prebby,,, help like i'd live there man

Bad being overwhelmed by the egg's voice and lowkey scared. FINE IM FINE

No other choice. And the way he repeated it like a mantra? Kind of like to convince himself? AHHH

SKEPPY. SKEPP

small,, small egg staircase

haha fuckign pain. p a i n. just pain it sounds a lot like Skeppy before actually stayed with Bad cause it annoyed him how much he wanted to hang out like old times,,,,, my heart pangs

IM JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU

I CARE ABOUT YOU *passes out*

bad scared the egg is skeppy's bff now /j (have to joke through the pain,,)

BADBOY i swear to god he knows his audience. he just does.

Bad doing whatever he can to even just hang out a few minutes with skeppy. Bro, the tears inside

"I'm comfortable right here." "Skeppy I know you are-" THE WAY BAD'S VOICE BROKE HERE HOLY SHIT LEMME CLIP IT.

He talks to chat. HE TALKS TO CHAT THIS MEANS WE ARE CANON THUS we are either little angels or demons around him or a mix or, we're particles that make up Rat ♥

"All of this is for him" okay stab me next time it'll hurt less

BADBOY STARTING TO BE CONFLICTED BECAUSE HE NEVER HAS A FUCKING BREAK

s- w- skeppy kept the egg alive? okay so ive been thinking about the fact that skeppy became completely red and like wow what if it kinda is that hes literally become a small part of Egg? like, i wonder if someone breaks it, if he feels pain

Skeppy so dry with his responses. stop i will cry

bad. bad why are you bringing up selfies to a lore stream bad-

"why are you still talking to me" "okay..." stop stop PLEASE STOP-

smol growls, he's getting frustrated

idk why but skeppy talking about the perimeters made me laugh it was just funny how far away he was and just started talking about it randomly

"i think it looked a little bit better before" thoughts being thunk

"what's it gonna take for you to stop talking to me?" literally i am deceased s t o p

STOP STEPPIN ON THE MAGMA BLOCKS SIR YOU'RE HURTING

Bad shouldn't be so happy about just having "one last walk around" with skeppy so he "stops bothering" him tHIS HURTS SO MUCH the egg has fucked them up so much

Skeppy doesn't hear it huh? Maybe it whispers different things to everyone

"I like how it feels" nooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOP HURTING TOURSELF

so no dance? *slams phone on the ground*

When skeppy says his line about never seeing anything close to a party there, idk what it is about it but his tone just hits, man he's so good preesh

HE CALLED HIM ANT. BAD PLS YOUR BEING BAD AT NAMES IS SHOWING

"Oh my goodness you're going back to the egg" HE'S SO SAD. HE'S SO SAD CAUSE HE COULDNT KEEP HIM WITH HIM A LITTLE BIT LONGER HES S

"you know what? i invite you" i wanna read this in a certain way. The egg was feeling like bad was so frustrated he started doubting the egg, so it was like alright let's use skeppy to get it closer to I can manipulate this bad boy better :)) motherfuck

are they about to kiss-

egg cockblocker

"okay don't come back" end me rn

ngl when sapnap joined I got real scared for a moment.

"it's not about power! it's nor about control! i'm you friend skeppy!" "I mean ... you can think that" FUCK U NO IM NOT DEALING WITH THIS RN

"We're friends, right?"

"In your head we can be best friends, we can be whatever you want" BDI ANYONE??????? also whatever- whatever he wants? :eyes: okay sorry no ill see myself out

"We're m- we are friends sk-" M- MARRIED WAS HE GONNA SAY MARRIED DID HE PULL A QUACKITY OH MY GOD I HATE THIS GUY OH MY GOD /pos but also like in a bawling my eyes out way

the egg is more than just a friend? skep u good there pal do u have smth to tell us

"You don't know what it's like." OH HERE HE GOES. HERE HE GOES HERE IT COMES OH NO.

The way Bad stutters i really thought he was gonna say something REALLY IMPACTFUL

"I have done so much for you, for our friendship and now you're trying to tell me we're not friends anymore?" LEAVE ME ALONE

I JUST CAUGHT THE BLOOPER HE SAID ON ME INSTEAD OF HANG OUT WITH ME IM CRYING OH MY GOD BAD HOW DID U FUCK THAT UP oh my god I imagine him mentally going like oh my gosh out of all the things that could be messed up THAT WAS SO FUNNY

ahaha my dads are fighting help

"You think you've done anything? You seriously think that?" *looks at my fic where bad feels worthless because the egg said so* ahah... I'm sorry?

"You left me for a long, long long time before you even checked up on me, okay?" he's not wrong,,,, he's not wrong why does this hurt sm,,,,, "and now all of a sudden you care about me?" OH MY GOD PLEASE I HATE THIS EGG

I see them... i see them approaching the lava blocks..

"the past doesn't matter" the egg wanting to erase their relationship so much,,,, i wanna cry because then if bad doesn't have skeppy he just has nothing right and then,,, then he can be another empty vessel for the fucking egg I hate this mI hate this so much

Also!!! little things I noticed!! Bad taking away part of the vine and also mining a red block? Without being affected at all? MHHHH

"I just wanted us to hang out like we used to" BAD'S VOICE CRACKING AGAIN STOP I WILL CJRYSD

"I did all of this for you and I didn't want the egg to take that away" you see how fucking tragic this is. Like Skeppy sacrificed himself so his friend could stop being infected. Bad sacrificed literally the whole server himself included to get him back. And then it comes down to this. The egg separating them a thousand fucking miles away. I hate this it's so sad

the selfish bit please no stop

THE LAVA BAD THE LAVA PLEASE IT'S TOO CLOSE

the fucking shaking with rage thing got me BROOOO I LOVE WHEN BAD DOES THE LITTLE THINGS IN GAME

"IT'S JUST A STUPID EGG" FUCKING FINALLY YOU TELL HIM BAD but then oh no oh no would you look at that huh. cant fucking have shit in dsmp. the way he immediately just screams for him right after

YOU CAN HEAR THE TEARS IN HIS VOICE and also mine hi I'm sobbing again

BDI FUCKING CANON LET'S GOOOOOOO WE CALLED ITTTT

(Dreamscape?)Skeppy being actually concerned with him haha this doesn't hurt at all!!!

*stares at black screen* I'm fine.

Thank you for listening to my ramble I am hurting so much bestie

[i-may-be-stupit]

Shigaraki x Silly!Reader

As usual, this is rather gender-neutral and the horny got me because I fukn love Shiggy 🥵😍 but yeah, enjoy!

You typed up a report of the latest incident between Endeavor and the league of Villains. Well, actually, you were just editing your boss's writing. She was a journalist and you were her assistant. You rolled your eyes, reading through it and fixing any grammar mistakes or typos you came across. Why the hell is she making Endeavor seem so god damn perfect? I mean, when you first met him, you told the guy a joke and he hasn't stopped glaring at you ever since. You rolled your eyes at just the thought of that fuck-faced jackass.

Not only were you the editor, but you were also the secretary in the news office building which is a whole different job as it is. You blew a bubble from your gum and turned your music in your earbuds up a bit more, since the day was going slow. Yeah, there'd be a scoop here and there but not a lot.

You looked up to see a guy with red eyes and a black hoodie grinning evily while saying stuff to you. You just stared at him until he finished talking. He looked at you and you looked at him. You spat your gum in a tissue then took out your earbuds. You smiled softly at the man. "I'm sorry, you said you wanted a visitors' pass?"

The man looked at you with a blank stare at first. "You didn't hear anything I just said?" You shook your head. He frowned and tilted his head in annoyance, "I was talking for like 3 minutes straight." You just blinked. "I just explained my whole reasoning for kidnapping you for information on Endeavor."

You smiled at him, "Im sorry sir, I'm just the secretary, but the information desk is on floor three, just take that elevator to the right and-"

"What the fuck, bitch?!" He opened his arms wide in anger, "Do you not recognize me from the news?!"

You put a finger on your chin and tapped it in thought for a moment, before clicking your tongue and snapping your finger, "Ah, you must be a pro hero or something!" His jaw dropped. "Wow, no wonder youre so handsome!" You took the bottle of lotion out of your desk's drawer and offered him some. "If you're going on an interview you could use some of this though!" He glared at you before snapping his fingers, and thats when you found out who he is.

The entire League of villains showed up and your eyes widened in fear. The man known as Shigaraki Tomura laughed harshly with a gleam in his eyes, "Recognize me yet, (Y/N) (L/N)?!"

You stared at him again in fear. You then snorted, "Hank the handy man?" And thats when he lunged at you, only for Shigaraki to fall into one of Kurogiri's portals. You laughed with tears in your eyes as the burnt up goth boy snickered. Kurogiri elbowed Dabi and Dabi wiped away a bloody tear in his own eye as he held your arms behind your back.

Dabi chuckled quietly in your ear a small, "You gotta teach me some insults if you live." And you snorted as you consentualy walked into a portal, not even mad at being kidnapped.

You were in what seemed to be a lounge area, seated on a chair with your arms handcuffed to the back of you. You looked around, innocently smiling, "Wowie, nice place you guys got here!" Spinner looked at Dabi confused as you started humming. "So, uh, whatcha need me for?"

Mange spoke up, "Wait, how are you so calm about this?"

You chuckled, "Hey, this chair is comfy, I'm off from work now, and I got to see a cute guy up-close and personal!"

Dabi looked at you with a straight face. "No thank you."

You rose an eyebrow at him, "Dont flatter yourself, Rat, I'm talking about the one that tried to kill me." Shigaraki walked into the room, slightly pissed off as Kurogiri rubbed his back. "There he is! The handsome one!"

Shigaraki glared at you. "Don't patronize me." You were about to speak, but he cut you off before even getting the chance, "You're working with Yuki Ino, the Journalist who's been interviewing pro heros, including Endeavor." You nodded, not understanding if that was supposed to be taken as a question or not. "Tell me everything about what's happened to All Might, why he retired, and how to end Endeavor, including the Pro-heros' plans to take down my organization."

You stared at him for a good minute before sneezing, "Sorry, what did you say? I disasociated."

Shigaraki twitched before scratching his neck violently. "What do you know about the number 1 pro hero?!"

"What?!" You looked at him in utter confusion. "I cant even remember what I had for breakfast, how the fuck do you expect me to remember anything about Enslaver?"

The red eyed male scratched his neck faster. "Endeavor."

You looked in even more confusion, "What the fuck is that?"

Shigaraki pulled you by your shirt closer to him in pure anger, "His hero name! Its Endeavor, not Enslaver!"

You blushed and fluttered your lashes, "Wow, the way your crimson gems glisten even in such dim lighting is so mesmerizing..." You puckered your lips and moved forward, but Shigaraki just let go of your shirt in utter disgust.

"I dont speak Wattpad."

You smiled at him happily, "I mean, I know that I should be scared because you're hella intimidating, but geez louis, your eyes are pretty! If you don't end up killing me can I be your boo thang?" You grinned and thats when he lunged at wwnnaqqa again, only for Kurogiri to put himself in front of you, again, so Shigaraki just fell into his portal, again.

Kurogiri just quietly mumbled out a small, "Lets take a break." Before going to the bar and throwing back a shot of some alcohol.

Later:

Shigaraki crossed his arms in front of the League with you in another room. "She was trying to seduce me like a slut to get out of death! Playing with my emotions?! Like I'm an ,idiot?! How dare she?!"

rtserrr

Dabi sat back, watching as Toga practiced her knife throwing on Twice. The burt man shrugged nonchalauntly, "She seemed legit to me."

Toga and Twice both nodded with a little, "Mhm," as Toga threw a knife at an apple on Twice's head.

Shigaraki just frowned. "Have you people seen me?" They all stopped what they were doing, looked at their boss and then put their hands up to their faces while cringing.

Kurogiri walked in, dragging you in a chair behind him. He placed you right in front of Shigaraki and you smiled awkwardly at him, "Sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, Mister Shigaraki, I just can't help myself when I see a cute guy like you, though!" You giggled and shrugged as Twice awed at the nonexistent budding romance.

Shigaraki looked at you with disgust and concern. "You seriously think that I'm cute?"

You tilted your head cutely with a small smile"That's why I asked you out, what the hell?" You chuckled softly and Shigaraki blushed with a frown as he stared at you.

He scratched at his neck, took a shot of alcohol and sighed. "Just tell me everything you know about Endavor, okay?"

You frowned deeply with a small groan, "Ugh! He's kinda a asshole! I told him "Good morning, Teletubby Sun" and he just glarred really hard at me!" You frowned and pouted before mumbling out a small, "I mean, it was just a joke..."

Shigaraki pinched the bridge of his nose in utter frustration while Dabi fucking died of laughter in the background, "Anything actually important?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Hey! That's totally important!"

A weak, hourse, "it is!" came from Dabi and you grinned.

"See, he gets it!"

He glared daggers into you and got closer to your face. "Do you not understand the danger you're in?" He snarled. "I can kill you right now if you dont submit."

You poked your lips out jokingly before giggling out, "I get it, but who's to say I don't wanna die?" You winked at him.

Shigaraki stared at you calmly, not leaving your goofy grin. "Everyone out of the room. Now." And everyone did as they were told and left, all praying for you.

Shigaraki silently cut your restraints and you started rubbing your wrists while smiling, "Thank you! You know, that was starting to hurt-"

He grabbed you by your hair and flung you onto the floor. The wind was knocked out of you and to make matters worse, he placed a foot on your chest, glarring down at you. "This isn't a game, you stupid fucking cunt." Shigaraki laughed darkly, seeing your jokester smile twist into a horrified grit as you struggled to breath. "I mean, are you dumb or something?! Your worthless life is on the line and you really couldn't care less?! "His hands covered his mouth, holding back another laugh, though you could hear it in his voice, "You're so fucking pathetic, I don't even feel like wasting my time killing you~!" He pushed his foot down harder.

You gasped for air, clawing at his foot to pry it off. "S-Shigaraki, sir-" A crack was echoed as he pushed his foot down harder on your now broken sternum. You scream out as tears fell from your face from the pain, "Please, p-please remove your f-foot..."

Shigaraki only laughed harder, cupping a hand over his cheek, ring finger raised, "Oh all of a sudden you care about your life, huh?" He straddled you, pinning you down with your wrists in one hand, and your neck in his other. "You think you can just flirt with me like the little slut you are and get off Scott free, huh?" You choked and Shigaraki drew closer to your ear, "Where's that attitude gone now, huh? Oh, can you not speak anymore? Tell me, please, how many dicks have you taken already. How the hell did you get a job," his face scrunched up in fury, "at a god damn Hero News agency without knowing shit about any heros, huh?! You probably slept with everyone there. Didnt you? Flirting with them to get what you want just like with me?"

Your face was hot and you were crying and choking at his words and actions, "N-No! That's not-" you gasped hard, unable to breath properly, "not me at all!"

Shigaraki loosened his grip on your neck. He glarred deep into your soul. "Then why the hell were you flirting with me back there? I'm not dumb, (Y/N), I'm a very fucking capable man!"

You smiled awkwardly, thankful that you could breath a little better. "I just think you're HANDsome!" Shigaraki's cheeks tinted pink as he glared at you. He let his grip go completely as you choked and coughed before looking up with a smile, "And this position... w-with you on top of me is really lewd, so can you maybe..." You trailed off as he just stared harder at you.

Shigaraki blinked, expressionless. "I'm pinning you down on the verge of killing you and the only think you can think of is getting fucked by me?" You looked away, struggling a bit with the feeling of awkwardness and arousal. He smirked, feeling your neck get hotter. "You really are a little fucking whore aren't you?" And with that, he softly kissed your lips.

Your face went hot as you looked up at him. "What was that for?" He kissed you again, this time longer. "S-shigaraki..." You pouted and looked away. "Theres something I should tell you..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head with a smirk, waiting for you to tell him that you're still a virgin.

"You shouldve taken my lotion earlier." You laughed out and he started choking you again. "Joking- J- Joking!" Shigaraki glarred down at you before tongue kissing you much more rough. You moaned as it thrashed against your tongue, saliva dripping out the side of your mouth. Shigaraki bit your lip softly before dragging his tongue down your chin and onto your neck. He licked and sucked on it as you bit your bottom lip. Tomura came back up and tongue kissed you for only a second before grabbing your shirt with all five fingers. You gasped and covered up your bra. "H-Hey! Gentlemen ask for permission first!" You frowned and he just grabbed you by your jaw.

He mocked you with a fake pouty voice, "Oh, that's my bad for not being a fucking gentleman. Can I pwease fuck you??" Tomura rolled his eyes, "Now shut the fuck up and let me suck on your nipples." Shigaraki's mouth immediately locked with your left nipple as his fingers played with your right. He laughed, hearing you softly mumble his name. His mouth left your chest with a small pop and he looked down at you with a smirk, "Dont be shy saying my name, (Y/N); I'm gonna need you to get used to screaming it anyways." And with that, he licked his lips then placed his tongue on your torso, dragging it all the way down to your work pants.

He decenigrated your pants and underwear happily. Shigaraki brought his face to your slit and took a hard lick, a finger shoving itself inside of your tight hole. You moaned loudly, confused. "Tomura, a warning next time!?" He just pumped his finger inside of you slowly as his tongue played with your privates. You moaned while holding his head down on you, your fingers twisted in his hair, as he sucked you off like a cherry. You panted heavily and he stuck another finger in you. Shigaraki then lifted his head off you.

"I'd warn you that time, but you're kind of suffocating me, so maybe, don't fucking push down so hard!" You frowned and just pushed his head back in between your thighs. He kissed and licked more, groaning whenever you'd thrust into his mouth deeper. Shigaraki chuckled at how you'd only get quiet when hes making you moan.

You shivered and groaned, coming closer and closer to your climax. Shigaraki noticed and immediately pulled off of you. He wipped his mouth with the back of his hand and grabbed you by the hair. "Alright, slut, you've had your fun." He pulled you towards him and you fell on the floor, right in front of his groin. Tomura sat, grinned down at you with one leg up, "You gonna just stare or are you sucking me off?"

You rolled your eyes before pulling his pants and boxers down. Oh wow, you were not expecting this... You put a hand over your mouth and blushed hard. He was only semi hard and already a good 8 inches, what the hell?? It was thin, but long, kind of like the rest of him.

Shigaraki frowned down at you, blushing hard, "What? Is something wrong with it?? I-I've never done this before, asshole, so stop making me feel bad!"

You felt a smile rise onto your lips. Is he... getting flustered? You chuckled and looked up at him, pumping slowly, "It's just intimidating." You licked the tip and gulped, feeling a bit nervous, "But, I'll try to take it all in, okay?"

You placed your lips on his tip and suck it as your hands jerked him off. He groaned, grabbing your head with 4 fingers. You gradually took more and more into your mouth, using your hands for whatever didn't fit. You bobbed your head up and down on him, speeding up. Shigaraki groaned your name.

"F-Fuck, Y/N, you really know what you're doing!" He pressed his hand on the back of your head harder, forcing more of him into you. You gagged and choked as Tomura just laughed, "God, you're taking it all in like a good little sex slave, aren't you?" You moaned at the name and shigaraki shuttered, "Mm, your moans feel so fucking good on my cock!" He breathed harder, "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to touch yourself while sucking me." You brought your hand to your slit and rubbed at it, moaning. Shigaraki groaned, "Fuck, Just like that!"

You gagged and moaned on his dick, feeling it twitch in your mouth. A lewd little 'pop' echoed in the room as you let off. Shigaraki frowned and you gave him a cheeky grin, "No sticky icky for you!" He groaned in annoyance.

"God, why are you like this?!?" He grabbed your arm and threw you roughly on the bed. Before you knew it, Shigaraki was already inside of you. Your face went hot as he fucked you doggy style.

You screamed, "A warning!!! We've been over this!!!" He responded with a slap on your ass.

Tomura rode your ass, grinding into you and groaning while doing it. "Fuck off, Y/N, you're a horny mess just like me, dumbass!" You screamed his name as his thrusts became faster and deeper. Shigaraki pulled both of your wrists back and down, making you kneel, your back pressed against his chest as he fucked into you. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight..." Shigaraki sloppily kissed your neck. You breathed harder as his dick hit the spot over and over. Shigaraki flipped you over onto your back. You laid underneath him as he paused. Tomura blushed harder and looked away, "I-I wanna really savor this..." he smirked, glaring in your eyes, "Plus I wanna know what you look like, full of my cum!"

You were flustered and giggling, "Its the ✨mood switch✨ for me-"

Tomura placed a hand over your mouth, "No. You just lost your speaking privileges."

Shigaraki grinded into you slowly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool seeped from your lips. Shigaraki held your waist, pulling you whenever he's press himself deep inside of you. You were speechless from the pleasure. You moaned and whined as his body slowly moved with yours.

You pressed the back of your hand to your face, feeling a bit embarrassed at the change of atmosphere. It was so easy to just enjoy him fucking you silly and laughing and everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel any other emotion rather than pleasure muxed in with something new.

Shigaraki placed his forehead against yours and breathed harder, "I-I'm getting there, Y/N..." He let out a breathy moan and your legs shaked. Tomura kissed you softly as well. "A-Ah, you're almost there t-too, right?"

You nodded, feeling a knot in your stomach. You moaned and Shigaraki pulled out, cumming all over you. You moaned, climaxing too.

You were covered in cum and panting. You couldn't even find words to say. It just felt so good. Shigaraki cuddled up to you. He smiled and kissed your cheek. "I'm giving you your speaking privileges back now." You stayed silent, your face hot. It was hard for you to be serious, but God damn. Tomura looked at you a bit concerned, "You okay-"

"That was amazing."

He looked surprised before laughing hard. "Did I really leave you speechless?" You nodded, silently. Shigaraki kissed your lips, "That sucks because, even though you're annoying, I kinda like you."

Your eyes widened. He liked your jokes and stupid comments?! Your mouth became ajar. "I-I..." You just closed your mouth, staring at him.

Shigaraki placed his arm over you. He smiled, "Lets hang out tomorrow."

You smiled back.

[glassartpeasants]

Heartbreaker

Dabi x Reader

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Literally at this point my entire tumblr is just angst so far...

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You sat at the LoV’s hideout waiting for your boyfriend Dabi to return. You sat on the couch with Toga and Magne talking about the latest trends while laughing.

After you started dating Dabi he didn’t want you in his work business even though you knew what he did. So once you told him that you knew, he just decided to show you around. And hence why you meet Toga, Magne, Spinner, Kurogiri and Shigaraki. You usually only talk to Toga though.

‘He said he would be back around 3pm its 6pm, where is he?’ You thought to yourself as you looked at the clock annoyed at your late boyfriend. It was the second time he missed out on a important event for you! 

Today wax your birthday and he didn’t even say happy birthday to you, hell you havent seen him all day! HE was suppose to meet you here at 3 so you guys can go hang out together.

That obviously didn’t go as planned, as you were still here and Dabi was nowhere to be found.

“Hey don’t seem so down (y/n)! Im sure he just got stuck in traffic that’s all!” Spinner said trying to calm your tense being. But the thing is,

Dabi doesn’t drive.

“Yeah i guess im just overreacting...” You said trying to hide your sadness.

“But he should have been here by now! He promised (y/n)!” Toga exclaimed from her seat on the couch.

“She has a point...” You hear Shigaraki’s gravely voice tell you from the bar top. You look at him for a sec before sighing and calling it a night.

“So earlier?” Magne question as you walked out the door.

“Yeah im just not feeling well...” Well everyone knew that was a lie, but didn’t push it any further knowing you were already pissed as it is.

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You sat at your dining room table looking at your walmart bought cupcake which you had stuck a candle in. The flame moving around slowly as you stared at it. Your house was eerily quiet as you were the only one home. You took one good look at the candle and breathed deeply before making your wish,

“I wish my boyfriend wasn’t such an asshole.” You said as you blew the candle out. You grab the candle and pull it out from the cupcake so you could take a bite.

“At least i got the expensive ones...” You said as the taste of red velvet covered your mouth. You got up and went over to your room so you could sit on the bed and watch some movies on your laptop. 

You opened Netflix and scrolled through all they movies they had to offer. Which was mostly rom-cons and sad movies. But there were some horror which you took a better look at; they had all these sort of monster movies, paranormal, and just murder movies. You looked around and choose (favorite horror movie here).

You got ready by having some popcorn, blankets, the rest of the walmart cupcakes and your little string of Christmas lights you having hanging around your room.

“Okay show tim-” You were interrupted by a knock on the door. You sighed knowing who would be on the other end of it. You got up from your little homemade cocoon, and walked towards the door. you put up the little chain on the door in case it wasn’t Dabi. You open the door silently and it was indeed Dabi.

Well a drunk Dabi. 

“What are you doing here Dabi?” You said as you tried to hide the anger that was slowly bubbling up inside you.

“I-I came to ch-check up on y-you!” He hiccuped through the entire sentence. A small giggle in his voice.

“Im fine now go away!” You said trying to shut the door but he put his foot in it.

“Come o-on! I came to ha-hang here f-for your birthday!” He said pouting. You turn around to look at the time, 9pm.

“You said you would hang out with me at 3 Dabi! That was 6 hours ago.” You said with a layer of poison in your words.

“Sh-shit really?” He said picking up his phone and checking on the time, seeing you were right.

“O-oh my bad, haha, i was to b-busy drinking a-at the h-hideout!” Well that was a huge lie.

“Really now?” You said through gritted teeth.

“Y-yep!”

“Huh funny considering i was there all day.” You said as Dabi’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights.

“Yeah, so mind telling me where you really were?” You said as you could not contain your anger much longer.

“Well I-I...” You stop him before he can continue.

“I dont want to hear it Dabi, this isn’t the first time you lied to me and it isn’t the last am i correct?! Do you know how much it hurts me to see that my boyfriend doesn’t even care enough to come by and celebrate my birthday?!” You said as tears threatened to spill down your face.

“Im s-sorry (y/n).” You looked at him with a glare when you noticed a paticular red marks that were barely cover by his white shirt.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE?!” You yelled at the scarred male. He looked down and saw the hickeys that covered his chest then back up at you and immediately tried to explain what they were doing there.

“A-are you cheating on me Dabi?” You said as your tone cracked as your tears now spilling down your face.

“What! No! I-” He stopped himself right there before looking at the ground.

“Im sorry (y/n)..” He said looking down. You kicked his foot from the door and slammed the door in his face. Tears covering your eyes as you ran to your room and cried into your pillow completely forgetting about your little movie night setup.

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About a week has past since your little fight with Dabi. He showed no sign of coming to talk about what happened that night. Good, you couldn’t bare to look at him knowing he had cheated on you. Anger filled ever vein in your body. 

“Stupid Dabi breaking my heart...” You grumbled under your breath as you walked on the sidewalk on your way to go grab some food. You were a mixture of hurt and anger. 

As you walked down the sidewalk a herd of people came running at you. You tried to move out of the way, only bumping into a few people. You turn to see what they were frightened about and didn’t see anything util a bright blue flame popped into sight.

“Shit Dabi.” You run through the crowd bumping into people on the way there. You got to where you found the flame arising. 

“Crap what do i do now?!” You run towards him as he spit fire from his palms in every direction. Before you could even say anything a bright blue hurled it’s self at you.

You let out a scream as the flame engulfed your body. Burning your skin to the max. You fall to the ground passing out from the unbearable pain that you had just faced. 

Your body was almost burnt to a crisp until the blue flame stopped and you hear manic footsteps running your way screaming your name. Your eyes letting out the only tears that they could produce as you felt your limp body get held up by two hands.

“Come on come on! What were you thinking?!” You heard the familiar panicked voice. You tried to talk but the only thing that came out were groans of pain. Your eyes closed as you could feel your body slowly shutting down.

“Hey! Hey! Open your eyes Damnit!” You could feel his panting breath against your burning skin, still sizzling from the heat. Your body to weak to open your eyes as breathing became almost to painful to do.

“Im sorry okay! Now stop! Don’t leave god damnit!” His voice was cracking as he looked at your limp body knowing he was the cause of all your pain.

“If i could take back what i did i would! Just please don’t leave me...” His voice quiet so only you could hear, a vulnerable state evident in his voice.

Your breathing was slowly but surely coming to a stop as you whole body went completely lifeless in his arms. You took one last final breathe before a coat of darkness surrounds you.

[smutbymia]

streetracer!mark (pt.2): 2 Fast

Click here for streetracer!mark (pt.1): Go

Mark hadn’t said much since he started driving. You had tried to make conversation here and there about racing but he seemed to dismiss everything you said fairly quickly with curt responses. He did however, slide his hand over your thigh as he gripped it for the remainder of the ride, sometimes tapping his fingers against it to the beat of a song as he hummed or simply rubbing his thumb back and forth over the delicate flesh.

You couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the sudden display of affection but why? There’s no way I’m actually... feeling things for him, you thought to yourself. After only having sex once? You accidentally let out a deep sigh. Mark snapped his head around to face you with a look of concern before squeezing your thigh softly.

“Babe, are you okay?” he asked suddenly. “I-i mean... shit my bad,” he stuttered as he pulled his hand away from your thigh to grip the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles went white. He was next to let out a deep sigh, but the awkwardness didn’t last long before his phone rang. He fumbled around for it in his pocket before putting it on speaker and dropping it into the cup holder.

“Hyung, where the hell are you?” said a voice on the other line. “Ah, haechan... I’m on my way into town now. I’ll see you in a bit, I’m driving,” responded Mark. You recognized that name. Haechan was one of the 6 boys in marks crew and a rookie racer who had competed and done fairly well in smaller circuit races.

“Driving what? We have your car!” responded Haechan. Mark sighed again “Are you at the spot? Im 5 minutes away and I’m coming to get my car. Don’t even think about getting in it if you idiots have been drinking again. I have to race that thing tomorrow night,” he scolded. It was the first time in a while that he seemed like the Mark you were most familiar with.

“Race? What race?” you tried to whisper. Official races were never scheduled back to back. “HEY, whose voice is that hyung?” teased haechan in a sing-song voice. Mark ended the call immediately without giving the boy a chance to say anything else. You met his gaze and raised your eyebrows at him.

“He’s drunk and annoying, don’t mind him,” he said. “Oh, and that race... let’s say it’s a bit of a side thing. It’s not an official race for the competition.” All races were illegal but you heard that there were other ones that would happen even without the knowledge of officiators because the stakes were incredibly high with houndreds of thousands of dollars up for prize money.

With stakes that high, the races were considered to be the most dangerous as they had very little rules in place. The amount of “accidents” that would occur during them were far too high to be a coincidence and a lot of the racers that participated were ones that were kicked out of the main league for racing too dirty.

“Mark... why would you get involved in those kinds of races? You know you could end up being disqualified from the main league, right?” you asked, sounding alarmed. “Besides, you could get killed if you even come close to winning. I heard —“ you began.

“Cut that shit out,” mark said frankly as he interrupted you mid sentence. You were taken aback by his sudden disrespect. The shock turned into anger almost immediately. “Excuse me?” you proclaimed. Mark ran one of his hands through his hair as he silently cursed himself. He knew he shouldn’t be speaking to you that way but, fuck it.

“Just shut up, okay. I know what I’m doing,” he said. You had arrived at some bar in town where a bunch of racers would gather after a night like this. Mark pulled the keys out of the ignition before you both got out of the car. He tossed them to you over the hood as you made your way back over to the driver seat.

“Go home,” he ordered as he walked past you and straight for the entrance. “Asshole,” you yelled after him, your voice cracking slightly. He seemed to hesitate a bit before turning around and walking back over to you.

“C’mon baby girl, don’t tell me you thought I’d be a changed man after one fuck,” he said in low and hushed tone as he approached you. That darkness was back again. He stood over you now, reaching for your chin the way he had done earlier that night, gripping it so tight you couldn’t look anywhere but at his face.

You clenched your hands at your side as tears pooled in your eyes. Marks eyes glanced quickly at the fists you had formed next to you before laughing quietly. “I can tell you want to hit me again but you already know what that does to me,” he began. “I know you’d probably love it if I fucked you right here for everyone to see but I don’t have anymore time to play with you tonight,” he said as he pressed his body onto yours as your back remained forced against the driver door of your car.

“Maybe another time though, yeah?” he said as he landed a wet kiss on your lips and wiped a tear from your cheek as he forced a fake — almost evil, smile onto his face. You shoved him off of you as he laughed again, before you got into your car and sped out of the lot. You watched as a couple of faces pressed against the bars windows as they tried to see what the commotion was about.

Mark stood in place and watched as your car disappeared down the street. Despite how it seemed on the outside, Mark couldn’t stop the feeling that was growing inside of him. He didn’t even bother to stay and hang with the guys. He took his keys from haechan and headed straight home. He knew you were right. He knew he was taking a big risk. And because of that, he couldn’t afford to fall for you any faster. He couldn’t feel as though he had anything else to lose other than the bet he had placed on the race for tomorrow night. It was better for him to cut his most significant losses now.

You didn’t see mark again until the following weekend. Neither of you participated in the race that week so you hadn’t gone anywhere near the track, but you were out celebrating at the official after party being thrown that night at a club in the city to commemorate the halfway point of the competition being reached.

The private rooms on the second floor were reserved for the racers. Taemin was back in town and had convinced you to join him and his friends in their room with his girlfriend being the only other woman there to keep you company. It had been a rough week and all you cared about at this point was drinking until you didn’t even know your own name anymore.

You watched as people greeted your superstar brother from left and right as they grilled him about his latest races and praised him for his accomplishments. Because of him, so many young people saw street racing as a mere phase in their lives that would lead them to doing the real thing one day. They saw potential in themselves. You couldn’t help but feel proud.

“Yuri, cover for me please?” you begged Taemins girlfriend. You had spent most of the the night so far ranting to her about mark. She nodded and you used the opportunity to slip out of the room and head to the bar. 5 shots later, you were starting to feel so much more at ease. At this point lots more racers had finally started to arrive since the weekends race had finished up.

You set your eyes on a tall beautiful boy who donned a black leather jacket who you recognized. His name was Lucas. You had met in passing at races and talked on a few occasions so when he met your gaze from across the room, you knew it was only a matter of time before he made his way to you.

You skipped the pleasantries. “How was it tonight?” you asked him. He filled you in on the races as you guys chatted casually and drank together. He cracked jokes and flashed his heart stopping smile and you were thankful for the distraction because a minute later, you felt the energy around you shift. You looked over Lucas’ shoulder and locked eyes with Mark who was at the other end of the bar just as he slammmed a shot glass back down on the table in front of him. Lucas followed your gaze before turning back around to face you.

“Is your brother around? I should go say hello,” he said as he brought your attention back to the conversation. “Oh, yeah... I’ll take you to our room,” you offered as you slipped off of the stool. Lucas towered over you as you slipped your hand in his and dragged him through the crowded space. You didn’t even need to look because you could feel marks gaze follow you the entire time until the both of you disappeared out of his sight.

Mark was pissed. His friends chattered around him but seeing you had killed his mood entirely. It had been a week since the last time he saw you and had tried hard to distract himself but he cursed you for being right. Every time he got in his stupid car all he could think about was your soft voice calling him daddy and the way you rode him that night. The thought of tasting you again was the only thing that got him through that awful illegal race the next day but he felt uneasy knowing he fucked things up between the two of you. Now he was drunk, pissed off, and horny all over again and the one thing mark hated most was losing.

“I’m gonna go take a piss,” he lied, as he dismissed himself from his group of friends. He headed down the hall to the private rooms in search of you as music blasted around him. The lights had fallen low as the party went into full swing and he found himself shoving thorough groups of people in search for that bastard Lucas.

You had brought Lucas to see your brother before excusing yourself to head to the bathroom to avoid their boring conversation. You had just finished splashing some water on your face when you walked out and collided with a firm body, sending your own drunk body stumbling forward into it as they gripped your forearms to steady you.

“Sorry—“ you began to say, until you saw who you had run into. “Oh, it’s you,” you finished as your expression went cold.

“Mmm, you don’t seem very happy to see me,” taunted Mark as you pulled away from him. He stepped in front of you, blocking your path back towards the party. “Sexy,” he muttered as he ran his hand across the hem of the little black sphagetti strapped dress you wore.

“What the fuck do you want this time, Mark?” you asked him. It wasn’t until he had stepped backwards a bit out of the darkness of the hall did you realize he had a cut on his face that still semed to be healing underneath one of his eyes. Your voice dropped. “What happened to you?” you asked.

“Oh this?” he asked, as he ran his finger across the red line that had began to scab over, “Mm, I did pretty well at that race. They didn’t seem to like that very much though.”

You reached your hand up to run your fingers over the cut, sighing softly. You knew something would go wrong. Marks eyes fluttered shut as he let out a relaxed hum when your skin made contact with his. He slipped his arms around your waist and soon it felt like you were back in that world where only the two of you existed that night. He looked like that soft boy you only ever got to see a glimpse of, before he turned back into the asshole he typically was.

You dropped your hand from his face, suddenly remembering your last conversation. Marks eyes flew open and he pouted at the loss of contact. You tried to push past him but he blocked your path again before grabbing your hand and pulling you quickly in the opposite direction down the hall where no one had been all night. The darkness was so overwhelming that you had no idea how mark was even navigating you through it. You reached a small room, almost out of breath by then and he pulled you in before shutting the door behind you both.

“Mark, what the hell -“ you said before his lips crashed down against yours. He roped his hands into your hair and pulled gently, tilting your head back to expose your neck to himself. For a few seconds he did nothing but drop his face into the crook before taking in a few deep breaths. “Don’t ask me to explain myself,” he began. “Please.”

You had no clue what he was talking about. He lifted his head and released your hair from his grasp. This time he roped his fingers around your neck as he sprinkled soft kisses on your lips and across your face. “You better stay five feet away from Lucas and any other guy for that matter, at all times,” he whispered.

You couldn’t believe he even had the audacity. “I don’t belong to you, Mark,” you stated. “But don’t you, though?” he snapped back as he finally started to kiss his way down your neck again, gripping it softly in his hand. You let out a soft moan as you felt him press his body into yours, his erection planted firmly against your stomach.

“Mmm... you’re only trying to claim me because you desperately want me to claim you,” you said as you forced his hand off of you. The only way you could describe this interaction was as if it was a standoff of some sorts. You knew Mark was always putting on a tough guy act and you were determined for him to finally crack.

This time you took the lead on the kiss, leaving him flustered when you pulled away. You placed your hand on his shoulder pushing down slowly. Mark tried his best but you both knew he seemed to lose control the second you worked him up enough. He dropped to his knees in front of you as you began to hike up your dress. He kissed at your thighs as he dragged your panties down the length of your legs.

“Mark...It’s you who belongs to me, don’t you think?” you asked in a sultry tone. Mark froze, looking down at the floor. He hated this.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath. “Just consider this as my apology... for being an asshole that other night,” he said in a quiet voice.

He buried his face between your legs, licking you with every ounce of energy he had in him. It was this very feeling you had been yearning for since you last saw him. His tongue lashed against your clit, knowing it was the quickest way to get you dripping for him before he directed his attention to your center, licking at the hole to taste your sweet juices. He hummed against your skin. He pulled away to slip a finger into you slowly, hooking it to massage against your g-spot. You arched your back and moaned at the sensation. Mark was so focused that he hadn’t even looked up at you once. He kept his gaze glued between your legs, mouth open in awe as he inserted another finger and watched as they both pumped in and out of you. He groaned at the sight alone before slipping both fingers out of you and popping them right into his mouth before pulling you towards him again for more.

At this point you were seeing stars. If this was his way of apologizing then you’d let him pick fights with you whenever he felt like it, you thought to yourself. Another moan escaped your lips as he explored every inch of your folds with his tongue, even stopping to kiss at your flesh in worship. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, mark thought to himself. He wanted every lick, every kiss, every taste to convey that message to you because he couldn’t bring himself to say the words out loud. He wanted to be yours so badly but he had too much pride to let such a confession slip from between his lips and so he committed himself to the sole objective of making you fall apart completely with his mouth and his mouth only.

The muscles in your abdomen contracted from the pleasure. He was begging for forgiveness and you could feel it. You whimpered and tried to pull away from him as the pleasure intensified. He pulled at your thighs, forcing you back into his grasp as he suckled on your clit, trying desperately to push you over the edge. He worked his fingers back into you as he targeted your g-spot once more. The combination of both sensations were too much to bare and your body convulsed against your will. You felt whatever feeling you had left in your legs disappear as they shook beneath you. Mark held you up until he felt your body relax and layed you down on a couch inside of the room. You took in deep breaths of air before allowing your eyes to flutter open. He hoevered above you and planted a soft kiss on your lips before speaking.

“I-i won’t be like that again, I promise. It was shitty. I’m shitty most of the time but you’re cool so i shouldn’t be so shitty to you, at least,” he said shyly. It was the closest thing to an apology you were going to get. You watched as his erection fought against the fabric of his jeans before you slipped your hand down to palm him gently. He let out a deep breath as he locked eyes with you.

“Your mouth is magical, Mark,” you responded as you trailed one of your fingers over his bottom lip. He kissed them sweetly. “I don’t care what you do to me as long as you keep making me cum like that,” you joked. He let out a soft laugh mixed with a groan as you unbutton his jeans and slipped your hands into his boxers to feel his flesh.

“Seriously,” he said as he planted another kiss on your lips. “You shouldn’t be okay with that kind of stuff,” he scolded. You raised your eyebrows at him before breaking into a smile.

“Wow, Mark Lee... do you actually care about me that much?” you teased. He blushed before he pulled your hand away from him. “Stop being funny y/n... don’t make me say it, because I will,” he warned.

The smile fell from your face and you felt your heart begin to race. You weren’t sure if you were ready to hear it yet. You sat up to pull his shirt from over his head and gasped when you saw the bruises that covered his torso. Patches of blue and purple were scattered over his body.

“Mark, what... what did they do to you?” you said as your eyes filled with tears quicker than you had ever expected.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m fine. I promise,” he said as he wiped at your cheeks. “Just be a little gentle with me, okay?” he said as he flashed you a wink and drew your face in for a kiss. Gosh, what is wrong with me? You thought to yourself.

Soon things between you both had heated up again. You covered each others bodies with kisses, not waiting for the other to stop or to even give each other turns. You were fighting to give each other affection. Mark suckled on your nipples and you ran your fingers through his hair planting kisses on top of his head. Sex this time was different. It was like you were having a conversation with just your bodies.

It wasn’t until he was in between your legs and slowly slipping into you that you felt doomed. Your eyes locked into place with his. This time, each thrust wasn’t filled with just pleasure but raw emotion as he held you close, not daring to look away for even a second. Your shallow breaths and the sound of your wetness each time he pushed himself deeply into you was all that filled the room.

“Y-y/n, listen,” he said between grunts. “I was being a dick when I said it before but I’m going to say it one more time,” he moaned.

“Me and you, we can’t keep doing this forever,” he said. Your heart dropped, confused by his words. “Don’t get me wrong, It’s fun. But I can’t keep playing these games with you anymore. Especially when I keep losing,” he rambled on. He was quickly unravelling above you. His monologue was interrupted by a series of curse words that escaped him as he thrusted into you.

“I have too much of a temper to see you with other guys,” he confessed. “It’s bad enough I have to race those bastards to survive, I don’t want to have to compete against them for you too,” he said angrily. His thrusts became a little more agressive. He groaned loudly as he dropped his body down against yours and burried his head into your neck, sprinkling it with kisses as he moved in and out of you. You could feel your second orgasm approaching.

“Mark, don’t stop,” you ordered. “Please, baby!”

The sound of the precious pet name caused goosebumps that you could feel beneath your fingertips to raise over his skin. He was slowly unwravelling as well. Like electricity you felt the climax reach you through every inch of your body as it went into shock. Mark grunted, letting the prettiest, softest moans spill from his lips, seconds away from his own release. “I-I’m yours,” he said with his final thrusts “if you’ll let me be,” he finished. He released his load into you, warm cum spilling against your walls and filling you up.

“Ah, fuck,” he said as you felt his body relax overtop of you. You almost forgot where you were until smalll bits of the clubs music drifted into the room. You couldn’t help but be annoyed at the sounds of people nearby snapping you out of your dream like state with Mark. Soon you were shaking him off of you. “We have to get dressed,” you said.

He quietly pulled his clothing back on and helped you into your dress, zipping it up and running his hands down your arms as he planted a kiss on your shoulder from behind. “You look pretty tonight,” he murmured. You turned to face him and he gave you a soft smile. Before you could respond, the door flew open.

Haechan stood there mouth open as a smile danced across his face. “Sorry to interrupt but I had a feeling I’d find you here,” he said as he broke into a fit of giggles.

“Oh good, you guys actually have clothes on,” he continued. Mark sighed and rolled his eyes. “Haechan, what’s going on?” Mark asked.

“Oh, nothing... Taemin was just asking to see you,” he said with a devilish smile on his face. You and Mark exchanged a look.

You both rushed out of the room, trying your best to look composed.

“Y/n?” you heard your brothers voice call as he squinted at you from down the hall as his gaze became stern. He looked back and forth between you and Mark with a bit of anger dancing behind his expression. You knew him well enough to know he was silently scolding you. “Taemin, hey, I’m gonna get another drink!” you tried to say casually to escape the situation. You stumbled a little and both Taemin and Mark reached out to steady you.

“I’ll take you home,” the two of them said in unison before their heads snapped up to look at each other. Taemin held Marks gaze firmly as Mark blushed and seemed to stumble over his next words. Haechan truly tried his hardest to conceal his laughter but failed as he watched his friend falter under the pressure.

“We have some business to discuss,” Taemin said to Mark. Marks gaze went dark but he nodded.

“Y-you should go wait in your brothers car. Haechan will take you there,” he said to you. You nodded before quickly grabbing his face between your hands and planting a kiss on his lips. “Gosh, y/n...” he whined as he rubbed at the nape of his neck the way he always did when he got nervous.

You turned to your brother, shoving him on his shoulder. “Be nice to him,” you squealed as he pinched at your ear in retaliation.

“Wow, you’re really trying to get him killed aren’t you?,” Haechan said as he offered you up his arm and you linked yours with it. Taemin threw him his car keys and he slipped them into his pocket. You turned back to wave at both boys, who were looking at you with matching expressions that said you were going to be in lots of trouble with both of them later on.

However, you decided that you’d cross both of those bridges whenever you got there. Then it dawned on you. You looked up at Haechan as you shook him by his shoulder.

“Wait, what business do they have to discuss?” you turned around with the intention of going back but both boys had already disappeared and Haechan was forcefully tugging you through the party towards the safety of your brothers car.

Click here for streetracer!mark (pt.3): highway to heaven

[rulesofthebeneath]

masters of our fates chapter 7

hey friends. it’s been a hot second and im sorry :/. But here we are! An update for you. I hope you like it <3.

tagging: @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @lookslikezombiesatbest

TW: graphic description of pain

Chapter 7

 “Grace?” Skye asked in her small voice, leaning against the doorway of the tech booth where Grace had taken up residency just a few hours before the first show was supposed to start. 

 “Hm?” Grace asked absently, not looking up from tinkering with the lighting board. There wasn’t much to do besides set the sequence for the top of the show, but she was going over and over the cues in her notebook until she had them memorized. It was a bit tough with the headache pulsing through her head, but the darkness of the booth helped.

 “I think Ajay finally lost it,” Skye replied without hesitation. “He’s been yelling at everyone all day.”

 “Isn’t that normal for him?” Grace asked. She’d barely had a chance to see him alone because of the demands of Hell Week, but he had brought over some biscuit the previous night and curled up on her couch, apparently having been kicked out of his kitchen for stress-baking too much. Whenever she’d seen him at the theatre, though, he’d looked high-strung and thoroughly stressed.

 “Yeah, but now he’s gone silent completely. He just has his head buried in his hands, won’t talk to anyone. We were hoping you might be able to get through to him?”

 Grace blinked, surprised. “Um, yeah, I guess I can try.” 

 Picking up her bag and slinging it around her shoulders, Grace followed Skye down the stairs. Going across the house as the quickest route to backstage, and sure enough, right by the sound cue desk, Ajay was sitting with his face hidden in his hands. The sound guy, some guy in a beanie with curly brown hair, seemed pissed but wasn’t saying anything.

 Rory appeared with another chair, and as Grace sat across from Ajay they corralled the concerned techs and actors out of the area to give them some space. Grace thought she heard the sound guy grumbling about not being able to set his programs, but she couldn’t care less.

 “Ajay?” she asked lightly, not daring to touch him. “Hey, what’s up?”

 Ajay didn’t say anything, but she thought she heard him whimper from behind his hands. Screwing up her courage, she grabbed his arms, gently pulling his hands away from his face.

 He looked horrible, like he hadn’t slept in days. The bags under his eyes, which had been worse than usual for the past week, had gotten much darker. He looked like he was on the verge of either tears or screaming, she couldn’t decide which.

 Grace let out a breath, knowing Ajay was in bad shape but also knowing that she couldn’t really say anything to make him feel better. Instead, she laced her fingers in his and coaxed him to get up.

 “Your sound guy looked pissed,” she explained. “I’ve already done my setup, so how about we sit in the house until it opens? Skye’s got control of everything, and you can still give your speech later.”

 Begrudgingly, Ajay agreed and stood up with some effort. Grace smiled at him tentatively, and although he didn’t smile back, his face relaxed just the slightest bit.

 Once they’d gotten to the house, Grace dug a bag of goldfish out of her bag and handed it over. Ajay took the plastic bag and examined it, studying it as if it were something bizarre or strange, rather than a simple collection of cheesy crackers.

 “They’re goldfish, ‘Jay,” Grace said, trying out the nickname and liking the way it rolled off her tongue. He looked over, cracked the tiniest smile that was more of a grimace, and opened the bag.

 “Thanks,” he replied, carefully placing a single goldfish on the tip of his tongue and chewing it up almost contemplatively. Grace simply watched him, fascinated by how he could make something as simple as having a snack into something deep and thought-provoking without even trying. 

 After munching a few goldfish under Grace’s careful scrutiny, Ajay seemed to regain some sort of consciousness and raised an eyebrow in Grace’s direction.

 “You’re staring at me,” he said.

 Grace shrugged. “Yeah, well. You can’t blame me. Anyways, is that all you’ve had to eat today?”

Ajay looked down at the bag guiltily, and Grace narrowed her eyes.

 “Alright, that’s it, I’m bringing you to my house for a really late dinner. I’m gonna get some actual food in you if it kills me, okay?”

 Ajay rolled his eyes. “You won’t just let me have my process?”

 “No. You look awful,” Grace replied, “and I can’t be seen with someone who looks like he’s about to yeet himself off a cliff.”

 “Ah, so this is all selfish.” Ajay paused. “Wait, did you really just unironically use the word yeet?”

 “I did,” Grace said, “and I am completely unapologetic.”

 “Fine. Fine, I’ll come eat dinner with you. As long as you promise to let me stop for coffee, too.”

 Grace nodded, then moved to get up. Ajay set his hand on top of hers, causing her to sit back down.

 “Hey. Thanks.”

 “You’re… welcome?”

 Ajay nodded. “I needed some goldfish and some space to think. Thanks.”

 Then, incredibly, he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Grace’s cheek. Grace blushed fiercely and fixed her eyes at the ground even as he stood up and called everyone around for the pre-show speech.

 ***

 On the way to Grace’s house, Ajay insisted on stopping at the nearest Starbucks for coffee.

 “You can’t tell anyone I’m doing this,” he whispered to Grace as they walked in.

 “What, getting coffee?”

 “At Starbucks,” he said, putting great emphasis on the word as if it was a sin. “I don’t want to shatter my hipster image.”

 “Image? So you’re not actually a hipster? What’s the real truth, Ajay Bhandari? Who is the man behind the mask?” Grace held out a hand towards Ajay, pretending she was a reporter holding a microphone.

 Ajay leaned in close to her hand and whispered, “I really really like iced coffee.”

 Grace cracked up, then found a table to wait at while Ajay ordered. Once he sat down, she adopted a teasing smirk and rested her chin on her hand.

 “So,” she said, “a secret love for iced coffee. Seems like you’re revealing all your secrets today.”

 “Just the latest piece of the puzzle,” Ajay said. “Now. Shall we?”

 “We shall,” Grace agreed. “I’m gonna make you eat vegetables.”

 “Gross,” Ajay wrinkled his nose. He offered his hand to Grace as they stood up, but didn’t let go of it the entire walk back to his car.

 The drive back to Grace’s house was mostly quiet, Ajay softly singing along to various songs on the radio. Grace’s headache had reappeared with a vengeance, and she stayed focused on the taillights of the cars ahead of them. Too soon, the lights started stabbing into her eyes and she covered them with her hands, trying to block out the light.

 “You okay?” Ajay asked, having looked over at the slight movement.

 “Just a headache,” Grace said, but her weak voice wasn’t very convincing. Ajay made a concerned noise but kept driving, though he looked over at her frequently.

 Five minutes passed, and the pain in Grace’s head only grew.

 It grew past the point where she could just say it was a migraine, and past the point she even thought she could tolerate. She had hoped the pain would be enough to knock her out, but it kept growing and she was awfully, horribly awake through the entire ordeal. With what little thought power she had left, she could only rationalize this to be the agony that she'd always feared as a cancer patient. The awful, horrible battle that everyone faced at some point. She'd nearly died before, drowning in her own lungs and struggling for her life, but this was worse. So much worse.

 Barely conscious, tears rolling down her face and inhuman sounds ripping their way out of her throat, she barely heard Ajay start cursing and turn around, barely felt him reach into her jacket pocket to grab her phone, could hardly even hear him talking to her parents in a panicked voice.

 All she knew was, right then, she wanted nothing more than to die. Because then, at least, the pain might go away.

[baekhvuns]

Bad Boy | Baekhyun VIII

( series masterlist )

part eight.

word count : 1.5k

pairing : baekhyun x reader

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst.

It’s been four years, four years since Eunhye’s wedding and four years since I left Baekhyun. Now I was 27, working and making my own money.

Every time Eunhye calls me, all I think about is the day I left him. There hasn’t been one day when I haven’t thought about him.

But soon I realized, we were never meant to be. It was a just a fling for 4 weeks or so, he was from a different world, and I was from a different world.

It’s not like I got stuck on him, 4 years is a long time. Here and there I dated guys, but I couldn’t settle with any of them.

It was just a regular cloudy day, I was returning from my work. Jamming out to the latest songs, suddenly I switched to the news radio.

“The Latest need just hit in, Celebrity Ji Chang Wook dating Im Yoona? Keep up with the latest news with news Korea 66!”

I shook my head at the news, suddenly my phone rang which made my car vibrate as it was connected to the Bluetooth.

“Oh hi Eunhye.”

“Joohyun, do you have any idea what’s going on right now?”

“Hmm? What’s happening.” I said as I pressed on the race.

As soon as I pulled up in my garage, “Baekhyun’s getting married.”

“What?” I blurt out, extremely shocked at her statement. I think my heart just shattered.

“Yea, Jongdae just got a call from him out of nowhere inviting us to his wedding.” She said as I leaned back at my car seat.

“Is everything between you guys okay?” She asked as I jumped up

“Yea it is! Don’t worry!” That’s a lie, I won’t even deny it.

“Anyway tell me if you get a call, so we can go together! Okay? See you later!” She said and hung up right after.

I got out of my car, shocked at what had just happened. He’s already getting married when I can’t even go on a date properly.

I scoffed walking towards my mailbox, opening it revealed lots of letters.

Getting excited I walked inside and changed into comfy clothes and sat on my couch, opening the letters one by one.

Tax, bank, electricity bill, advertisements.

Definitely not what I wanted to see, shuffling through the letters. I saw a blush champagne covered letter, intrigued I grasp it.

“Oh, it’s his letter.” I look at it, it was Baekhyun’s wedding invitation. I chucked it across the room.

My eyes slowly tearing up, I ran towards it, “Okay but I do want to see it.” Muttering I picked it up.

My hands caressing the card, opening the card I saw the names

Byun Baekhyun weds Kim Yuna

“Ah, even her names seems prettier than mine.” I smiled, sadly.

I look over the card, it talked about inviting the closest friends of Baekhyun, what the times the wedding would be held at.

But my heart just broke, reading the next line I burst out in tears.

“Where’s your favourite place in the entire world?” Baekhyun suddenly asked, I looked at him in confusion.

“Santorini, Greece. Why?” I asked as he just shook his head.

Santorini, Greece is where the wedding is occurring, we will be pleased to see you there. The card read.

I bawled out crying, “Why does he do this.” I mutter in between my muffled cries

All of a sudden, Eunhye called again, “Open the door.” I ran to open the door and once I did I hugged Eunhye tightly, crying.

“Ah why are you crying are you okay?” Eunhye inquired as she put her bag down, no she shouldn’t know about this yet.

“Yea I just bumped into the table really hard.” I wiped my tears away and look at her frowning.

“I know there’s something but you don’t have to tell me yet.” She said as she walked in.

Damn I can never hide something from her

“It’s nothing Eunhye.”

“Oh you got his card too?” Eunhye asked as she picked up the card and started looking through it

“Yea.” I go and sit next to her, there was something different about her today, or was it just me?

“Eunhye, you’re glowing!” I exclaimed as she hit me playfully denying

“Why? Are you pregnant? I mean it has been 4 years! I need to be an aunt already!” I yell at her as she just looked at me.

But then I realized, “Wait, you’re pregnant aren’t you?” She slowly nodded yes as I jumped and hugged her tightly.

“OH MY GOD! IM GOING TO BE AN AUNT!” I yell as I walk back and forth, I was beyond excited for them. Eunhye’s face showed excitement and happiness.

“Forget about this, but are you going to his wedding?” She suddenly changed the topic, as I silently cursed.

“I don’t want to.” I exclaim and plop on the couch next to her, still in the faze of the announcement. Then Eunhye faced me.

“Look Joohyun, that was the past! This is your present! Enjoy it rather than worrying about whatever happened between the both of you, I’m sure he has moved on for god’s sake he’s getting married now!” Eunhye eyed me in a hope for her pep talk to reach me.

I nodded hesitantly as she screamed in happiness, “Okay, so I’ll call Jongdae so that he can book us tickets to Greece!” Eunhye reaches out towards her phone as I stood up and headed towards the kitchen in hopes to get something to drink.

I grabbed a can of orange juice and leaned on my kitchen counter, I’m sure he has moved on now!

“He must have but I’m still stuck here.” I mumble out after sipping on my juice can,

No, Eunhye’s right. He’s getting married, that means he has moved on! Maybe I can finally move on after I see him getting married.

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather: Chapter: 9 Just A Dance

Warning: Explicit language & Abuse

Tuesday, March 12, 1985, LA

I arrived back in LA ready for my first photo shoot ever with Sports Illustrated Magazine. Tamara wasn't able to come with me but I felt alright. It was a beautiful day outside on the beach. I was wearing a beige bathing suit and had my hair tied back into a pony tail and put a red band around my head. I looked utterly gorgeous. They gave me different poses and surf boards to hold up. I even had to run on the beach and jump in the air for them to get the right shots. My mom opposed of naughty shots. So we kept it PG.

"Alright that's a wrap!" The photographer yelled. "You did great."

"Thank you." I smiled. ________

The limo pulled up to the condo. I felt so amazing after doing my shoot. I was excited for what the future held for me. I couldn't wait for the magazine to come out.

My chauffer came out and opened the door for me, I furrowed my brows when I noticed a familiar car and a familiar man stepping out.

"Hey princess." he smiled. I just walked passed him, I dont care about a single thing he had to say.

"Mani please ok I wanted to come but-"

"But what Nikki, what? You got high, you got drunk what?" I yelled.

"I'm sorry." He started following me into the building.

"I dont care Nikki ok!" I yelled again. "You didn't care about my feelings when you stood me up."

"Princess I'm sorry ok, there was a lot that was going on with me and I couldn't come." Nikki moved in front of me to stop me from going up into the elevator.

"Your sorry means nothing to me." I stated.

"Please Mani let me make it up to you and take you out tonight." He cupped my cheeks in his hands.

"I...I can't, I'm going to a modeling event tonight." I say removing his hands from my face. "I dont want to see again." I pressed the elevator to go up and watched it shut leaving Nikki on the other side.

________

The event was nice. I wore a short black turtleneck dress with thigh high red heel boots and a small arm purse. I had a stylist dress me in the latest hottest fashion. The stylist says I should show off more of my legs because they were long and beautiful. I was solo at this event, Tamara says I should get into the habit of going to places like this alone. It will help build my self esteem. And help me make friends. Which was true because I was meeting so many other models. There was Cindy Crawford, Grace Jones, another model named Iman she was gorgeous, and Lisa Hoover. I really related to Lisa because she was a model and actress. Not to mention she was a teen just like me. We talked a lot about having fame at a young age. We even spoke about other celebrities that we haven't met yet and would love to meet.

"Oh my goodness my number one celebrity that I need to meet is Michael Jackson."

"Oh I met him at the AMA's he's so nice and funny. I'll introduce you one day." She said.

We talked some more and exchanged numbers. Until I excused my self to go to the washroom. While I was in the stall I heard some one come in and say shes in here. I opened the stall door to see none other then Nikki with a security guard handing him a hundred dollar bill.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked with wide eyes.

He looked like he was dressed for a special occasion. He was wearing a long ivory jacket with a black shirt and black dress pants.

"I owe you a night out remember." Nikki smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.

This guy is unbelievable. I can't beleive he would pay a security guard to let him get in here. Well...... actually I can.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, your crazy."

I walked towards the sink washed my hands and tried to walk passed Nikki. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him.

"oh yes you are sweety." He whispered. _____

"Put me down now Nikki!"

Nikki had thrown me over his shoulder and had taken me out of my modeling event. He threw me into the back seat of the limo and shut the door.

"Wow Sixx guess she really did put up a fight." Tommy and Vince laughed.

We arrived at this big building and it was nice. There were a lot of people and paparazzi packed outside the building. "Where are we?" I asked as we pulled into the parking lot.

"Were at the Hollywood Palace it's a night club, trust me Mani your going to have alot of fun. Your going to see so many fucking rockers here."

We got into the club and he was right. There were so many rockers here. They were all drinking and smoking. Men were grabbing girls and taking them upstairs and to the bathrooms. It was like the rainbow but I liked this place better because it at least had a dance floor.

On another note Nikki kept a tight grip on me. I noticed men were looking at me non stop. They sipped on there beers while keeping there eyes gazed upon me but none of them would dare come and talk to me. When ever a guy would approach me, Nikki would give them a death glare and tighten his grip on my waist. He would introduce me as his girl and make sure all the guys knew that. I saw the Ratt boys and the rest of the Motley boys. I realized Mick was the only one missing. Well he never like joining these parties with them anyways.

"I'm going to go see if they have cranberry juice at the bar." I say to Nikki while moving out of the booth. I head over and ask the bartender if they have cranberry juice. He nods and pours me some. I decided to get on the dance floor with all the other people. They seemed like they were having fun and I wanted to join in on it.

I made my way to the dance floor and started moving my hips to the music that was playing. I turned and started sipping my drink when I noticed Jon Bon Jovi staring at me. The world froze before me. He was so handsome and a good guy of rock n roll. Why couldn't he chase after me instead. He wasn't like the rest of these rockers. He was humble, caring, and sweet. And so were his songs. He was like a boy scout. He eventually locked eyes with me and I turned away quickly, but curiosity killed the cat. I turned back around and he was still looking at me. He smiled with his bright white teeth and I swear I felt butterflies in my stomatch. He started walking towards me and my eyes widened. I thought to my self that Nikki would kill me, but when I looked back and around the club Nikki was no where to be found.

"Hey there." I turned back around to see him standing in front of me. "H....hi." I smiled nervously. God this man was too good looking to be true.

"Your Iman darlington right?" He smiled.

"Y...yes I...I am." God Iman your such a nervous wreck get it together.

"I watched your new TV series that came out last year. I cant wait for season 2. I'm just glad cause instead of waiting to see you on TV I get to see the real beauty in front of me." God he's attractive.

"Haha your so sweet."

"I'm Jon Bon Jovi." He stuck his hand out for me to shake. I took his hand and shook it.

We talked a bit more and I must say I was definitely smitten with him. He was a charmer I told him a little about my self and he did the same for me about him.

"So... may I have a dance?" We held hands and started dancing. It was funny seeing him try to dance because he couldn't. I didn't care though I just kept watching his face.

The fast song slowly started to die down and then I could here Cyndi Laupers new song start playing Time after Time. I felt Jon's arm wrap behind my back and pull me closer to him. We were so close that we could have become one. I wrapped my arms around his neck and starting grinding my front close to his. The friction was so intense that I could feel my nipples hardened and well....I could also feel something hard on him too. I bit my lip and he put his index finger under my chin to pull my face close to his. It was about to go down when I felt a hand grip my arm. It was Nikki and let me tell you he had steam coming out of his ears.

"Nikki im-"

"Shut the fuck up or so help me God Iman, and you... I'll deal with you later." He pointed at Jon. Jon looked terrified but not as much as I was.

The crowd watched as Nikki dragged me by my arm to the back of the club. We stopped by a security man and he let Nikki into the room behind him. Nikki physically threw me into the room nearly making me trip over my heels and fall to the ground. He slammed the door behind us and as I turned around he shoved me into the wall. Holding a tight grip on me.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He snapped looking at me in my eyes.

"W..we were just dancing Nikki I promise." I studdred, and was shaking. I have never seen him like this before. He was so angry and I was so scared.

"Dont fucking play around with me!" He snapped again this time loosing more of his patience. "You know that your mine and you allowed Bon fucking Jovi to get a fucking hard on by pressing himself on to you!"

"Nikki I'm sorry it was just a dance." Tears were forming in my eyes.

"You know what, I think you fucking did this on purpose because I didn't show up for your stuck up over privileged princess ass when I was suppose to. So you decided to get even with me is that it!" Nikki yelled as his grip became tighter around my arms. "I brought you hear to make up for the fact that I didn't show up and you repay me by trying to FUCK BON JOVI!" He shouted while rolling up his fists and punching it into the wall right next to my head. I screamed and covered my head moving it down thinking he was going to punch me. I sobbed and was shaking. This was a new Nikki Sixx one that I have never seen before.

"You really fucking hurt me Iman." His voice was shaking.

I finally looked up at him and his eyes were dark red. His fist was bruised and bloodied from the punch. He shoves himself off of me and walks away slamming the door shut, leaving me by my self to collect my thoughts on what just happened.

I stayed in the room for the rest of the night. The door suddley burst open and it was Vince and another girl kissing each other. He bent her over on the couch and hiked up her dress.

"Oh Vince stop theres some one in here." The girl spoke up. Vince looked up and saw me.

"Hey Mani you ok?"

I looked up and burst into tears. "N..no, I didn't mean to get him up set I'm sorry." I said with a shakey voice.

Vince told the girl to get out and came and sat beside me.

"You know Nikki is a complicated guy, he cares more about himself than caring about any one else. And I know what I'm talking about because since the Razzle thing happened not once has Nikki come to visit me, or call me, or even ask how I'm doing. Your crying over a guy who will never love you. I mean he was dating this really nice girl Lita Ford and he could have settled with her and maybe have something good. But he choose drugs." I nodded my head.

"He really scared me vince" I sniffled.

"Yeah he's a scary guy, but your a tough chick Iman. Don't forget I've seen you handle all of us in New York remember, especially the way you beat Nikki up." He chuckled.

"Oh yeah." I giggled.

"Dont ever waste these tears on him. You deserve better. Nikki is a waste of time and he's not worth the ground you walk on. Trust me, you can do way better than Sixx." He rubbed my back and I leaned into him.

The car ride was quiet. No one was talking. Vince had a girl that he was making out with, Tommy was passed out, and Nikki had a girl with him too. They were giggling and laughing with each other. I just stared out the window not wanting to say anything that would cause him to lash out again. We arrived at the condo. The chauffeur opened the door and I quickly got out.

I walked into the apartment and Tamara was still awake.

"Oh girl how was-"

she stopped talking when she saw my arms and how my make up was running down my face with my tears. She looked mortified.

"Iman honey what happened?" She walked towards me.

I dropped my purse and ran into her arms and burst into tears. I needed to be comforted right now and then be lectured later. ____

Wednesday, March 13, 1985

"In other news, theres some juicy gossip in the rock and roll world today. Motley Crue's bad boy Nikki Sixx was spotted with the darling actress and model Iman Darlington at the Hollywood Palace Night club on Vine street yesterday night. It looked like the two were cozying it up as Nikki Sixx had his arms tightly around her waist and gave her a kiss on her head. Our sources say that it's not the first time that the two have spent time with each other. Last year in November the two have been meeting at the Bronze Cafe. Is the bad boy of rock smitten with the young darling. This is Rachel Rochester and your watching MTV."

Tamara sighed and turned off the TV. She didnt say anything, she just sat there and stayed silent. I didn't know what to say. I mean I told her what happened. But I knew this time I really messed up. I wasn't suppose to be with Nikki yesterday night I was suppose to be at the modeling event. But that wasn't the worst of my problem, my sisters watched MTV. And they called to ask what was going on. What really hurt me was that my mom had a few words with Tamara like it was her fault this happened. But it wasn't, it was mine all mine.

"Tami....I'm so so so so sorry." I sniffled.

"You have an interview with Barbara Walters later. And then your going home for the rest of the months so you can decide if your career is important. Cause I'm done trying to tell you that this man isn't good for you."

She stood up and started walking away but then turned around "I mean look at you, like just look at your self. Your bruised from a junkie who your not even dating. But is claiming that you belong to him. You were suppose to be at that modeling event meeting girls so that you can make friends." She shook her head and walked off to her room and slammed the door shut.

I got up and walked to the mirror to look at my self. I burst into tears, my career was important to me. I've worked hard to get where I am and I didn't want her to quit on me as a manager. I had to get my self together.

At interview..

I sat nervously on the couch waiting for my interview to begin. One of the staff was told to come and get me when they were ready. Tamara sat with me still not saying anything. She was really mad. My leg started shaking and I started fiddling with my fingers.

"You need to relax." She put her hand in my leg to stop it from shaking.

"I'm nervous." I said in a low voice.

"You'll be fine, just answer the questions honestly. And do not talk about Nikki." She warned.

Barbara- I have a special guest here tonight for a one on one I interview. She has stared in her first blockbuster movie in 1983, she has been modeling since the age of 13. And has made the cover of Sports Illustrated Magazine. Shes also staring in the new comedy sitcom that came out last year and has become a big hit. Please welcome the darling, Iman Darlington.

I walked out smiling and extened my hand out for her to shake. We then leaned in and gave each other a kiss on the cheek.

Iman- Hello nice to meet Barbara it's a pleasure.

Barbara- The pleasure is all mine. Please have a seat.

Iman- Thank you.

Barbara- So, you have made the transition of going from teen magazines to now doing the cover of Sports Illustrated Magazine. Congratulations. What does that feel like for you?

Iman- It feels great. With teen magazinenot im the audience is more towards teenagers reading it. Which is great, but I always wanted to go beyond that. I want to be taken serious and pose for the biggest fashion magazines that there are out there.

Barbara- Well it looks like this is a beginning for you. Now as for the acting how do you manage doing both.

Iman- Well my manager is pretty good at doing that. She works with my mom and makes schedules that work for me. Because it's not just modeling and acting I am doing. Im also finishing up high school. I have been home schooled since I got into the acting world. And my home school teacher somtimes flys down with me so we can get my work done.

Barbara- Wow it's good to hear that. Not many people think about wanting to finish school when they get fame.

Iman- It is true. But having an education is somthing that means alot to me and my mom. She always says that you need something to fall back on. And I do agree with her. After I graduate high school, I will enroll in on line classes for university.

Barbara- Your mom must be very proud of you. Now I heard you come from a single parent house hold with 3 other siblings. How has that been growing up for you.

Iman- It was hard. My mom and dad divorced when we were very young. And my dad choose not to see us. So my mom had to raise us by her self. She put her self through school and became a doctor. I appreciate her so much. Shes my role model. And me and my sisters have so much respect for her. I try my best to always make her proud. Cause that means more to me than anything else.

Barbara- Does your mom agree with you dating Nikki Sixx from Motley Crue?

Iman- Oh no no me and Nikki are not dating. I have bumped into him a couple of times in LA and New York and we have had conversations. But that is about it.

Barbara- The kiss on your head and his arms around your waist are telling people other wise.

Iman- Haha I can imagine. But we are not dating.

Barbara- How did you guys meet?

Iman- It was in New York 1984. I was filming for the TV show and I ended up going out to alittle diner down street and he happened to be there. We actually got into a fight haha.

Barbara- Wow what did you fight about food?

Iman- Hahahaha nooo but he did throw food at me and I was not happy. I refused to give him my attention. Than a couple months later in the same year. I ended up back in LA for a photo shoot and decided to go to the Bronze Cafe and I ended up seeing him again.

Barbara- That is truly amazing. For the fact that you would even see him again in the same year a couple months later. Well he certainly got your attention because you two have been meeting up at the Bronze cafe and attending the Hollywood Palace Night Club.

Iman- We did become friends. But we are two different people who come from two different worlds. And I'm not into some of the stuff he's into. So I keep my friendship with him as just friends. I would never want more than that. It was a one time thing going to that night club. I don't really go to night clubs.

Barbara- Well a lot of people say opposites attract. But I can understand where your coming from. You guys do come from two different worlds. And I can't see you with Nikki Sixx. But moving on is there a season two of the TV series in the works?

Iman-Yes there is, filming will be in May in New York again. I'm very excited.

Barbara-I am too. It was very nice talking to You Iman. And congratulations on your cover for Sports Illustrated Magazine again. I can't wait to see you in more.

Iman- Thank you it was very nice talking to you as well.

I got up from the chair and went straight to the bathroom. I needed a moment to breath. I wasn't suppose to talk about Nikki but Barbara brought him up. I thought about back in 84 when I said I didn6t want to give Nikki my attention. But she was right he had my attention. My full attention, and the world is now knowing this. I am now discussing about Nikki Sixx in my interview when I should only be discussing about my modeling and acting. _____

Nikki's POV

"Wow Sixx she doesn't want more from you." Tommy laughed and nudged Nikki as he grabbed a baggie of smack.

"I wouldn't want more from you either." Mick groaned as he sipped his vodka and changed the channel to MTV.

"Fuck you Mick, fuck all of you. You don't know shit." I yelled.

"Well if you actually started treating her like a decent human being Nikki, maybe she would want more from you. But you don't." Vince sneered.

"I do treat her good, I tell her that I want her to be mine, I call her beautiful, I tell her she's a princess. Shit that girls like to fucking hear. I invite her out to places too. She's just being a spoiled fucking cunt." I said kicking my chair.

"You treat her good?" Vince asked while standing up from the recording table. "Is that why you man handled her at the club last night for dancing with Jon. Nikki you dragged her to a back room and shoved her into a wall and you expect her to announce to the world that she wants more from you. Wow you are as delusional as they come." Vince walked out of the room.

"Fuck you Vince!" I yelled as I grabbed the baggie of smack from Tommy.

"Hey." Tommy whined

I headed into the washroom slamming the door shut. I sat on the toilet seat and thought to himself that maybe Vince was right, maybe I needed to start treating her better. But I don't know how. One thing that I do know for sure was that there was a feeling in me that I had never had before. I'm not even sure what it is. But I know that feeling always comes out when I think about her. Or when ever I'm with her.

[softyoongiionly]

Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Six

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: College Au, Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later),  slow-ish? burn

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N: I’m literally on fire after writing this chapter lol. I hope you like it!😊

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions of fear, anxiety, sadness, some angst aka Jimin is an insecure boy who is unaware that he is literaly heaven on earth, swearing, suggestive situations/concepts, if you squint really hard you can see the beginnings of smut.

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 6: Doubt and Shadow Demons

You’re lying on your bed in one of your many baggy t-shirts, smiling like an idiot at your phone. Jimin had sent you screenshots of what he believed to be Yoongi’s twitter. If Jimin wasn’t aiming to be a dancer, you would have suggested a career as a private investigator because,  he could literally find anyone. You hadn’t asked Jimin to go looking for more information on Yoongi but, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested. His Twitter was mostly black, no bio and, no location but, the avatar was a picture of Yoongi wearing headphones, his newly blonde hair disheveled as he smiled at the camera. He really had no business being that cute. ‘@agustd93’ was his handle and you furrowed your brows in confusion as you tried to decipher what it could mean.  Yoongi didn’t seem to tweet much, he just retweeted a lot of music equipment accounts however, there were a few scattered tweets here and there that made you laugh.

“Roommates are drunk, again. They can’t hold their alcohol for shit.”

“Update: Drunk Hobi is obsessed with my cheeks and, I swear if he pinches them one more time, I’m going to cut his hands off.”

“Another Update: Joon just started crying after explaining to me that, “we are all just little flowers in the garden of life, trying to find our bees.” What the fuck does that even mean?”

You giggle, shaking your head, your thumb scrolling down to search for more tweets. There were more scattered between retweets of what you assumed to be the latest music equipment as Yoongi quoted some of the them with captions like ‘Dream Studio’ and ‘if only I wasn’t broke.’ You kept scrolling before coming across a tweet that made your stomach flutter.

‘Where? Everywhere.’

Fuck. He tweeted that last night. After you and Yoongi got off the Ferris Wheel, you actually ended up having a pretty decent time. The two of you got dinner at the park and wrote your experiences down in your research journals. Yoongi acted like the conversation on the Ferris Wheel never happened but, he seemed to warm up to you more and more as the night progressed. But still, nothing flirty occurred between the two of you and, Yoongi was very careful not to get too close to you. The whole thing was very confusing, one minute, Yoongi’s admitting that he would kiss you ‘everywhere, if you let him’ and, the next minute he’s treating you like he normally did. This tweet was sent at 11:30 which would have been around the time he got back to his place. Maybe it wasn’t about you, Yoongi seemed to have a habit of being vague and, he easily could have been talking about something else but, none the less, it made your heart skip a beat.

Did you like Yoongi? More importantly, did it matter? You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of your complicated thoughts as you rolled out of bed. Marzipan throws a complaint your way as you walk past her lounging at the end of the mattress. Normally, you would be out at your favorite crepe café gossiping with Jimin over some iced coffee but, Jimin had texted you the night before saying that his showcase rehearsal was running late and he didn’t think he’d get any sleep if he met up with you. You had of course met this with an abundance of understanding as you knew better than anyone how hard Jimin had been working at his showcase routine. So, instead of meeting up with your best friend, you planned on working on your final paper for your International Relations course. You had been working on it all semester and, felt accomplished that for once, you didn’t procrastinate. Green tea was essential for today’s writing session so; you brewed a decent sized pot before, continuing your paper. Marzipan eventually made her way out into your living room, opting to sprawl out on the couch, claiming her space as usual.

After writing for some time, you glance at the clock at the bottom of your laptop and your eyes widen. Shit. You had been writing for 4 hours. How was it possible that much time had passed? You had gotten a lot done, adding an additional 6-7 pages to the giant that was your final paper. Just after leaning back in your chair and stretching your limbs, your phone lights up with a text message.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): I miss the squad tho.

You giggle at the message, your heart warming as you reply.

BROS 4 LYFE: me too tho :/

BROS 4 LYFE (Taehyung): me 3 tho :/ :/

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): MY BABIES :( i miss u guys.

A hint of sadness plucks at your chest as you read the messages being sent in by your friends. You had made new friends in school and, college had been an overall fun time but, you had to admit that you never stopped missing having all three of your bestfriends in one place. The past four years hadn’t been the same without them and you couldn’t wait til the four of you graduated so, that you could finally have your group back together again. Jungkook had been drafted to play pro ball on a minor league team in your current city and, Taehyung had made the decision earlier in the semester to pursue his masters in art history at the school you and Jimin were currently attending. This meant that in a few short weeks, everything would back to normal for a little while.

BROS 4 LYFE: only a few more weeks my dudes, we got this.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook) stay on that grind squad, college grad hours are about to be open.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): kookie and tae, will you be here for my showcase? It’s two weeks before graduation.

BROS 4 LYFE (Taehyung): duh. We wouldn’t miss it for the world Jiminie.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): yea we would never miss a chance to see the world’s shortest ballerina.

Your eyes widen as you laugh, already imagining Jimin igniting in fury when he reads the message. His reply comes before you are able to chime in.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): YAH! IM NOT A BALLERINA!

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): I AM A CONTEMPORARY DANCER.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): THE CHAMPION CONTEMPORARY DANCER

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): THREE YEARS RUNNING THANKYOUVERYMUCH

At this point you’re in a full blown laughing fit, shaking your head as your fiery best friend pops off in the chat.

BROS 4 LYFE:  go best friend, that’s my best friend.

BROS 4 LYFE (Taehyung): let the record show that Kookie bought 12 of the limited edition Jimin shirts that your school sold after he won the championships.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN’T TELL

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): >:)

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): love u kookie

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): …love u too…

The responses eventually dwindle down and, you decide to hop in the shower to tend to the mop of hair that was growing slightly greasy on your head. Afterwards, you throw on a cozy sweatshirt and your favorite pair of fuzzy pajama shorts and, settle on the couch to watch some Netflix. You hadn’t had a night in to yourself in a long time and, it felt amazing to be able to sit around and, do nothing.  Marzipan made her way up your body before, snuggling up in the free space between you and the edge of the couch. As your fingers absentmindedly stroke her fur, you feel your lids becoming heavier and heavier and, finally, you drift off into a much needed nap.

Needless to say, the nap turned into you passing out around 7:30 and, sleeping through the night until, finally, you awake to the ethereal sound of the never-ending city construction. You grumble as you pull the covers over your head to drown out the noise causing Marzipan, who clearly hadn’t left her spot all night, to flee from the couch.  Checking your phone, you noticed a few messages from your group-chat and a snapchat or two from some of your other friends. After responding to the majority of your missed messages, you drag yourself off of the couch and into the kitchen to make some coffee. The microwave displayed the current time: 7:45am; an unholy time to be awake on a Saturday morning. The coffee was finishing up before a loud knock at your door caused you to jump out of your skin. Who the hell was at your house at 7:45 in the morning? You gingerly made your way to the door, hoping that it was just someone from maintenance. Opening the door, you nearly scream as a tuft of pink hair practically collapses into your arms. It was Jimin and, he was crying.

“Jimin, babe, what’s wrong?” You hold him to you, your eyes wide with concern as you usher him into your apartment.

“I can’t do it y/n, I can’t do anything right.” He cries into your t-shirt, his hands clutching you as if you’re about to slip away.

You rub his back, maneuvering you both onto your couch, Jimin clinging to you all the while.

“Hey, hey, that’s not true at all.” You murmur soothingly. “Jimin, what brought this on? Did something happen?”

Jimin, still crying, nods, as the tears stream down his puffy cheeks.

“I’ve been rehearsing for…for 36 hours…and I ca…can’t….do it…I can’t get it right. I ke…keep messing up. I’m n…not getting it…they’re…they’re going to drop me from the showcase if I can’t do it….they…they will…” At this point, your heart is broken, your usually smiley best friend is completely shattered, sobbing, into your arms. You hadn’t seen him like this since he had his first serious breakup sophomore year and, even that couldn’t compare to what you saw before you.

“Shh…minnie…it’s ok, it’s ok, I got you.” You gingerly tilt his swollen face towards yours, your eyes holding an immense amount of emotion as you gaze into his. “Listen to me ok? You can’t rehearse like that, you’re going to burn out and, get hurt. You have to rest. You’ve been practicing non-stop for the entire semester. You could do that routine in your sleep babe. The only reason you probably messed up is because you are exhausting yourself.”

Before you can even finish, Jimin’s eyes well up with tears once again as he shakes his head.

“No…no…you don’t understand…y/n…the coaches came to watch me last night and, I fell…I fell and they…they said that they were disappointed with my progress…and that I need to do better…so…I had to stay to re…rehearse…cause I failed. I failed y/n, I failed.” Jimin bursts into another fit of sobs as he clutches you tighter and, you actually have to hold back the tears that are pricking the corners of your own eyes.

“Dancers fall all the time Jiminie, it’s ok, you had been rehearsing all day. Every free moment you have, you spend in the studio practicing. I know it must have been so hard to fall in front of your coaches but, hey,” You tilt his face to you once more before he can hide away in your arm again. “You are Park fucking Jimin. You are the youngest collegiate dancer to win the national showcase and, the ONLY dancer to win it three years in a row. Dancing is like breathing to you. Audiences are mesmerized as soon as you step on the stage. You did not fail. You are exhausted. You can’t work yourself like this or, there won’t be a Park Jimin to win the showcase four years in a row.” As your words tumble out of your mouth, Jimin begins to calm down, still sniffling lightly, he hugs you again, his normally sparkling eyes, heavy with exhaustion.

“I’m so scared…y/n…there’s so much pressure and, I don’t think I’ll be able to bear it if I disappoint anyone.” You place a chaste kiss to the top of his bubblegum hair as you nod.

“It’s ok to be afraid, this is something you really want and, when we really want something, the thought of failing can be crippling but, you have worked so unbelievably hard.  No one deserves this more than you do. Try and have a little faith in yourself ok? There is nothing you can’t achieve. You have something so magical within you.  Working hard is good but, everyone has their limit and, if you keep pushing yourself like this, you won’t be healthy enough to achieve all of the amazing things I know you are capable of.” Your voice has dropped to an even lower volume as you continue rubbing Jimin’s back. He is looking up at you with intense focus but, you can tell he is on the verge of crashing.

“You promise? You promise you believe I can do this?” He whispers and, your heart shatters in pieces that someone whom you care so deeply for, is in so much pain.

“I don’t just believe Jimin, I know.” You whisper back before jerking your head to the other end of the couch. “Can you please try and sleep for me? When you wake up, we can go somewhere, or we can stay in,its up to you. Just try and rest of a while.” At your request, Jimin lets out a yawn, his lips pressing to your shoulder once more before he flops back onto the couch, still sniffling lightly.

You help him out of his shoes and his coat before grabbing a blanket and, literally tucking him in.

“Thank you y/n.” Jimin whispers, practically half asleep, his hand holding yours lightly.

“You don’t have to thank me, that’s what best friends are for. I’ve cried on your couch a few times too, remember.” You smile fondly as Jimin lets out a twinkling giggle, happy to see that he’s feeling somewhat better.

“I love you.” He whispers, his eyes beginning to shut.

You squeeze his hand lightly before replying.

“I love you too Jimin.”

Jimin drifts off a few moments later, his light snores filling your living room. Your heart feels achy as you reply the last few moments over in your head. You knew your words wouldn’t be enough to completely take away Jimin’s uncertainty but, you were so grateful that he came to you instead of suffering in silence. Jimin had a history of feeling this way right before a showcase. He had done something similar to this your freshman year before, winning and subsequently making history. It absolutely devastated you to see him hurting but, you meant everything you said. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Jimin was going to go far in life; you just hoped one day, he could see it for himself.

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“The dark and the ocean….I think maybe it’s time that we start tackling our fears one by one, what do you think?” You look over at Yoongi, who nods from behind his phone.

“Yeah, I think so too. I don’t know how we’d combine the dark and the ocean anyway.” His voice was slightly scratchier than normal but, when you had asked if he was sick, he told you that he had lost his voice at a concert he went to the night prior. For whatever reason, you didn’t believe him but, rather than prying, you opted to enjoy the sound of Yoongi’s raspy voice becoming even raspier.

“If we did, it would be terrifying and, I would probably die.” You state bluntly, causing Yoongi to scoff in disbelief, shaking his head at you.

“You’re so dramatic.” He chastises, smirking lightly, tapping away at his phone. You shrug, not bothering to disagree with him as you doodle on the corner of your paper. “Are you comfortable confronting this fear directly? I don’t know how you would imagine it, unless, you just imagine yourself in a dark room.”

The shudder that passes through your body was completely involuntary and, Yoongi notices it.

“You don’t have to, we can think of something else.” He assures, his almond shaped eyes, wrinkled slightly in concern. You shook your head insistently, putting on a brave face.

“No, its ok…I can do it. I won’t be alone so, it will be a little easier.” You force smile onto your mouth but, Yoongi isn’t buying it. Thankfully, he decides to accept your statement anyway.

“Does tonight work for you? I have a free Tuesday for once so, I figured we could do yours today and mine on Thursday.” Yoongi’s suggests, his demeanor returning to normal. You nod, leaning back in your chair, attempting to look casual but, your heart jumped slightly in your chest.

“Yeah, that’s fine, what time?” You needed to know how much time you had to straighten up because, you definitely left dirty dishes in the sink and, you were quite certain that you dropped a pair or two of clean underwear whilst running late this morning.

“Well, it doesn’t get dark until 7:30-8 so, maybe around then?” Yoongi cocks his head slightly, his eyes sleepy as usual. You had never had such a strong urge to tuck someone into bed and, kiss their forehead until you met Min Yoongi. That boy needs more sleep.

“I’m good with that yeah. Are we eating together or do you want to eat before you come?”

“I’ll bring something, I have a lot to make up for since somebody, decided to buy our tickets last week.” He gives you a pointed look, disapproval gracing his features. You laugh, shrugging shamelessly, looking up at him.

“I guess you better bring something good then.” You insist, smiling, nudging his desk with your foot.

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It was that very conversation that led you to where you were now:  belly full of That’s Amore’s pasta, apartment tidied up, and Yoongi glancing over at you curiously.

“What?” You giggle lightly, confused at his intense gaze before, he nods over to you.

“Why are you afraid of the dark?” He murmurs, his tone cautious but curious.

You bite your lip, as you feel your body grow slightly uncomfortable. Meeting Yoongi’s gaze, you attempt to sound as brave as possible before, answering his question.

“I…used to have really bad nightmares as a kid. I had them every night for almost two years.” You admit, your eyes moving to stare at the couch instead of continuing to look at Yoongi. “My parents finally took me to a doctor and they told them that I would eventually just grow out of it. They gave me something to help me sleep through the night and, over time, the dreams finally stopped but, I slept with my light on until I was like 14.” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood, not really enjoying the serious tone of the conversation.

Yoongi nods, regarding you earnestly from the other end of the couch.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly and, you can tell that he means it. You smile over at him, brushing it off.

“No, its ok, it happened a long time ago. I’m just still not a huge fan of the dark.” You explain, finally meeting his gaze again.

“You don’t have to do this, you can just keep talking about it…I don’t want you to feel afraid.” He insists, his tone firm and certain.

You nod, your smile growing more genuine.

“I can do it. I think it will be good for me and, like I said, I won’t be alone so, I don’t think it will be too bad.” You’re lying. The dark terrified you but, logically, you understood that there was nothing dangerous about it. You know you can do this.

Yoongi nods but, you can tell that he’s uneasy, his movements cautious and hesitant as he looks around your apartment.

“Ok, do you want to start slow? We could just turn off the lights first; the streetlights shouldn’t make it too dark.” He assures you, nodding toward the window but, you shake your head at his suggestion.

“No, I think it’s better if we just do everything now. I think prolonging it will just make me more nervous.” Your voice is growing smaller and, once you catch that, you sit up straighter.  As if, sitting up straighter would lessen the fear you felt. “Let’s do this.”

Yoongi nods and the two of you move to start closing the curtains and turning off the few lamps that you have on in your apartment. You both stand on opposite ends of your living room as Yoongi’s hand hovers over the main light.

“Are you ready?” He calls softly, his face littered with concern.

You nod, smiling tightly, bracing yourself for the darkness.

“You have to protect me if a shadow demon tries to eat me!” You insist, giggling, trying to lessen the tension as Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“There’s no such thing as shadow demons.” He counters, smirking before, he nods anyway. “But, yeah, I guess I’ll protect you if that happens.”

Your heart is picking up its pace in your chest as you attempt to pull a deep breath from your nose.

Yoongi looks at you pointedly and, before another question can pass his lips, you nod to the light.

“Go ahead. I’m good.” You assure him, putting on the bravest voice you can find.

There’s a click and then, darkness envelops your apartment. You could never have imagined that your apartment could get to this level of darkness. The room was pitch black, you held your hand out in front of your face and you saw nothing but a faint blob.

“Are you ok?” Yoongi calls softly from the other end of the room.

Another shaky breath passes your lips as you attempt to calm yourself.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m ok.” You assure him but, even you could tell that your tone wasn’t convincing. There’s a shuffling on the other end of the room that causes you to jump out of your skin. “What was that?”

“It’s just me; I’m trying to find my way to the couch.” Yoongi’s voice calms you and, you curse yourself for being so obviously afraid.

“Yeah, I should probably do that too. I don’t want to just stand here…vulnerable…where literally anything can attack me if it wanted to.” You muse casually and, this causes Yoongi to finally break out in his rickety laughter.

“Nothing is going to attack you, just come here and, be careful not to trip over anything. That’s the only real danger you need to worry about.” Yoongi’s voice is practically a whisper and, you use it to guide yourself to your sofa. You finally feel the familiar fabric and make your way around the arm of the couch before, tucking your body into one of the cushions. The heartbeat in your chest hasn’t lessened its pounding but, you feel slightly better that you’re not doing this alone.

“I made it.” You whisper but, Yoongi could already feel you sit down at the opposite end of the couch.

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi whispers back to you and, you feel yourself relaxing slightly at the sound of his voice. He really should be doing ASMR in his free time. Your mouth opens to lie again but, you end up sighing in defeat.

“I’m scared.” It’s the first time either of you have uttered this phrase since beginning your project and, you grow uneasy as you wait for his response.

“That’s ok.” He assures and then he falls silent for a moment. “I know it’s difficult for you. We can stop whenever you want.”

“I’m ok right now; my eyes are starting to adjust.”

Another moment of silence passes between the two of you and, you feel a familiar thickness in the air that seems to occur a lot when you and Yoongi are alone. You close your eyes for a moment, stifling your desire to mention it to him. He had made it very clear on the Ferris Wheel that he wasn’t interested in being with you that way… ‘right now.’

“You can…move closer to me, if you need to. I’m not sure if that will help but, you can try. I don’t mind.” Yoongi whispers and, his offer catches you completely off guard. Should you move closer to him?

Silently, you scoot your body down the length of the couch until you feel your shins meet Yoongi’s feet. He must have been sitting cross-legged on the couch and, now that you’re closer to him, you can make out his posture. He’s sitting with his legs crossed, his body turned to face the direction you were sitting, while his hands rested in his lap.

“Thank you.” You whisper, and you can sort of make out the faint smile ( :] ) on his lips.

“Is it any better?”

“Yeah, it is, actually, thanks.” You repeat your gratitude and you finally start to feel the anxiety subsiding from your chest. Yoongi was warm and, he smelt like berries and the ocean? An odd yet tantalizing combination that, in all honesty, made your stomach tighten. His hands are adorned with a few rings and your eyes squint in curiosity as you try to make out what they look like; regretting that you hadn’t checked them out when the lights were on.

“What are you trying to look at?” Yoongi’s whisper causes you to smile as  you realize that his eyes were also adjusted to the darkness and, he was probably wondering why you were staring intently at his lap.

“Your rings.” You giggle, your head jerking their direction. At your answer, Yoongi’s fingers flutter lightly in response, his head turning down to look at them.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t wear these a lot but, my roommate Namjoon got them for me and, started giving me shit for not liking them. So, I made a point to wear them more.” He explains his tone one of fondness and annoyance. Another laugh passes your lips as you nod in understanding.

“They look nice. Namjoon has good taste.” You compliment, feeling far more comfortable.

“Yeah, he’s alright, I guess.” Yoongi jests but, you know he doesn’t mean what he says, always hiding behind a snarky comment. Before you can speak again, Yoongi holds one of his hands out to you. “You can look at them if you want.”

Your heart stalls a moment as you look at Yoongi’s out stretched hand. The hand that had been on your own lap comes up to bring Yoongi’s closer to your view. The rings were actually beautiful and, you were thankful that the tiniest amount of light had escaped through the curtains so you could properly see them. There were four of them each covered in silver, the engravings depicting the four elements: Earth, fire, water, and air. You smile as your fingers gently examine Yoongi’s rings (hand). His hands were one of your favorite things about him. They were nearly double the size of your own, blue and green veins pushed slightly against the surface, fingernails bitten out of what you could assume as nervousness.  There is a light increase in your heart rate as you continue to examine Yoongi’s hand and, if he had noticed that you stopped looking at his rings, he wasn’t showing it. You tilt his hand up so, its perpendicular to your own, your fingertips only reaching the middle of his fingers, as you place your palm against his hand.

“Your hand is small.” Yoongi whispers but, this time, you detect a different tone from him that you can’t say you’ve ever heard before.

A small smile graces your mouth as you nod.

“Against yours it is.” The whisper that leaves your lips is almost in audible, your eyes find Yoongi’s and, you find him staring back at you, the faint streetlight illuminating his face. The two of you stare at each other as you feel Yoongi’s fingers lace with your own. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you lick your lips in attempt to compensate for the dryness in your mouth. Without warning, the two of you are leaning towards each other, your shaky breathing intertwining momentarily before, your lips press together. Yoongi audibly lets out a sigh of what literally sounds like relief as he mold his lips against yours. You rise up on your knees lightly, in an attempt to get closer to him, your free hand coming up to gently touch his face. The butterflies that had been taunting you for the past month erupt in your stomach, your heart racketing against your sternum. Yoongi’s hand that was interlaced with yours slips out of your grip and, settles on your waist instead, pulling you into his body. Your lips are beginning to move against one another and, you actually feel Yoongi’s heartbeat rattling against your hand. The thought of you having that effect on him, makes you clench between your thighs. Your body moves to make its way into his lap but, before you make it there, Yoongi is slowly pulling away. He seems reluctant to stop, his swollen lips still pecking against yours as he presses his forehead to your own.

“I don’t want to stop but, I think…”His breathing is too ragged for him to speak properly, and you press your lips to his cheek in an attempt to sooth him, even though, your breathing is just as bad. “We….should slow down….”

You nod in agreement but, relish in the fact that Yoongi is still holding you close to him, your body leaning into his chest.

“You’re right.” You whisper in return, your breath just as shaky as Yoongi maneuvers you so, that you’re tucked into the side of his body. Your hand rests on his chest and you smile as you feel his heart pummeling against the palm of your hand. The two of you lay there for a moment in complete silence, Yoongi’s fingers play with your own  as you wait for the other to say something.

Surprisingly enough, it’s Yoongi who breaks the silence, his raspy whisper penetrating the darkness around you.

“Are you still scared?” He whispers softly, his eyes finding yours.

You look up towards him, a soft smile on your lips.

“No.”

Yoongi smiles back at you and, you can’t help but notice how shy he’s being, his eyes softer than you have ever seen before.

“Good.”

Maybe, the dark wasn’t so bad after all.

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Shutting Down Part 3

Dean x Reader

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Summary: Dean wakes up in a strange woman’s bed after getting plastered drunk. The reader and Dean have to deal with the consequences.

Warning: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS. (It’s not too vivid, but if this bothers you PLEASE do not read, I promise a happy ending though, if that helps?) angst, depression, everyone is a mess.

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG . I still don’t know how to do the “keep reading” thing on mobile. okay, so this got way darker than I though it would. But it’s okay! Just hang in there with me!

You had tried so hard. SO hard. To move on from Dean. But how could you? You loved Dean. It had taken you almost two months, but you knew it now.

You loved Dean.

But that made you even more confused. Dean, your Dean, was kind and selfless, constantly putting others before himself. And he was funny and genuine with a heart of gold and a pure soul. So it didn’t make sense.

The man you loved wouldn’t have the physical capacity to cheat. It just wasn’t in his nature. Not even plastered drunk…at least… you hadn’t thought so…

You were so torn by all these thoughts being brought up again. There was so much emotion and yet, nothing.

You were still so numb. And world still so cold….

But…

You didn’t want to think about it. You liked being numb. It was just better.

So you stuffed Sam’s note in your pocket and headed for the local bar. If Dean got to drown his life in a bottle, then you sure as hell got to too.

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When Sam walked through the door to their room, he immediately knew something was off.

“Dean?”

Sam strode quickly into the room surveying as he went. Nothing. He checked in the bathroom. Nothing.

“Crap.” He muttered quietly to himself. “I should never have left him alone…”

He noticed Dean’s duffel was gone too. Not a good sign. His guns were gone too. Really not a good sign.

Then Sam’s eyes landed on a folded-up note on the kitchen table. He raced over to the table and snatching up the note.

“No. No. Nonononono! You idiot! Crap!” Sam felt hot tears blur his vision as he raced out of the room, hopping in Baby, and driving away as quickly as possible with nothing but a loud screech of tires echoing behind him.

Back on the table Dean’s shaky scrawl lay scratched onto the note left behind:

“Found a hunt close by. I don’t think I’ll be coming back from this one alive. Please Sasquatch, don’t come looking for me. I love you Sammy.

-Dean”

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Dean made his way in the forest towards the vamp nest he’d discovered. His machete shaking in his hand and his legs unsteady on his feet.

He was in pain.

And he was done.

He had seen the way that he had become a drain on Sam. That kid was the only reason Dean had left to keep going. But Sam was worried about him.

Too worried.

Sam had almost gotten killed on the last hunt they’d been on. Because of Dean. He had been beyond reckless since… and there was nothing he could do to shake it. He wish he could. But he couldn’t. And besides, without [Y/N] what was the point?

He had to keep Sam safe, at all costs. So the best thing for everyone was for Dean to take himself out of the equation.

But he wanted to go down doing the one thing that still made him feel:

Hunting.

He had no intention of making it out alive. But he was going to go down swinging.

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About four shots in, you were feeling nothing but numbness. And it was wonderful.

The bar was smoky and stale, and the drinks were far too strong for your liking. But you didn’t care.

It’s amazing how one night could destroy two people so brilliantly, so utterly, in such a way that each person was left with nothing but a shell what they were before.

One night. Could do all that.

You had ordered another round of shots when a group of twenty-somethings ladies came waltzing into the bar, planting themselves in the table right behind you.

“Oh come on Cheryl, tell us about your latest conquest!”

You rolled your eyes and downed another drink. Great. Just wanted you wanted to be overhearing tonight.

“Oh yes girl! Do tell! I swear, there is absolutely no man that can resist you!”

A slightly tipsier voice cut into the conversation, slurring her words, “Well, asides from that one guy.”

“What one guy?”

At this point a woman who you presumed to be Cheryl groaned, “Ugh, don’t even remind me about that prick. What a jerk.”

“Ooh, do tell!”

“Yes Cheryl! Tell us.”

You tried to hunch your shoulders in an attempt to block out the disgustingly graphic conversation that you were sure was to follow.

“Fine. Okay, so you know when we were in Nashville?” Your ears burned. Nashville was where… you didn’t want to think about it. Down went another shot.

“There was this dude. Hot dude. I mean smokin’. And he was getting downright plastered at the bar. Girlfriend trouble, probably. So I sneak over and start working my magic. But he kept refusing to go home with me, kept mumbling about a girl back at his room. Finally, I told him there was a party at my place, lots of booze. Now that got him movin’.”

The conversation was starting to make you uncomfortable, wishing you could just block out the woman’s voice.

“Finally got him back to my place, get him into my bedroom, and suddenly it clicks in his head what I wanted. And he freaks out! Kept trying to make his way towards the door, but the dude was so drunk I managed to get him onto the bed. Still wouldn’t have it, and eventually he just passed out before I could persuade him to do anything. So I tucked myself under the covers and figured I’d wait and see if he changed his mind in the morning. But he was gone next time I woke up. Never seen him since. But damn, did he have the prettiest green eyes I’d ever seen…”

You head shot up at that, eyes wide.

“Wowwww. I can’t believe he rejected you!”

“When was that Cheryl?”

“About two months ago.”

Your breath was catching in your throat, and you couldn’t breath properly. No….

“Did you ever catch his name?”

“Um…I think it was Darryl? Or Derk? No! No, it was Dean! Pretty sure.”

You bolted out of your seat and sprinted for your car. Sam’s note was ripped out of your pocket within seconds and your eyes scanned it in frenzy.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

All this time… You were such an idiot. This was such a mess.

You started running towards a nearby bus station, far too drunk to get behind the wheel of your car. Dean and Sam weren’t far away, just a couple hours…

All you wanted right now was to hold Dean in your arms. To kiss his lips until you couldn’t breath. Just to touch him, to know that he was real.

Dean hadn’t cheated on you…

A sob got caught in your throat, and your eyes were blurring over in tears. All this time…

At the exact moment you reached the bus stop, you felt your cell phone ring, the vibration rippling down your leg. You quickly pulled it out with still shaking fingers.

“Sam?”

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The truth didn't set Roger free.

It freed him from the shackles of lies he had chained to himself but it did little else in his life apart from break the foundations his life had been built upon.

Roger was going to have to explain to the three men standing around him what had happened which is exactly the scenario that he didn't want to happen. Brian had been shown the tip of the iceberg and he was not taking it very well, telling him what lied beneath the surface was not going to be an easy job because he didn't look convinced.

The guitarist stared at one of his oldest friends as if he had met him for the first time and didn't like what he saw. Brian looked at Roger and it was clear in the way his upper lip twitched and the varied emotions in his eyes that he did not believe what Roger had just told him. He knew his sister, he had grown up around her his whole life. She would never do something that cruel or damaging to Roger, she liked him. Sarah flirted shamelessly with Roger but she never advanced on him, not when the boys were around anyway. She had never hurt a fly in her life, so why would she hurt Roger like that?

"No... s-she wouldn't." Brian's head shook from side to side as his nose crinkled as if there was a bad smell in the air. His lips curving downwards in distaste as Roger didn't even bother to hide the tears anymore.

What did he have to gain if he was lying? This was ruining Brian and it was destroying Roger, it was going to damage their friendship and the band. Roger had no reason to make this up because it did nothing good and Roger had never lied to Brian before. Why did he think the drummer would start that habit now, over this of all things?

This was not Roger getting jealous over Brian's sister or wanting an affair and having been caught needed an excuse. This was Roger spilling his darkest secrets because he couldn't keep them to himself anymore and if Brian couldn't find it in himself to see that Roger was telling the truth then the drummer would be done with him. He was not having his best friend think he was a liar and he was not being around Brian if he was going to defend the monster he called a sibling.

"We saw it, Brian. She had him pinned to the ground, look at him!" Freddie's chest started to heave as he waved his arm out in indication to the drummer. He knew what he saw. Freddie saw Roger struggling with Sarah pinning him down to the carpet. He saw his friend kicking out to try and get her off, he saw his friend lying on his back battered and bruised. Freddie heard the screams of desperation that were rattling around in his head like a record on repeat and he was not going to forget those anytime soon. This was not a lie. "She's attacked him, he didn't do this to himself and she ran out of here when we arrived. Why would Roger lie?"

"Why? Why would Sarah do that, you've known her as long as you've known me. She's never done-"

Brian's words didn't mean he was accepting what had happened. There were Freddie and John here as witnesses to the attack on their drummer yet Brian couldn't agree. He couldn't think that his sister had done that, it wasn't in her nature to go around attacking people and especially not Roger. She always talked about him, asked how he was, what he was doing. She cared about him, she wouldn't force herself on him like that.

Roger's arms wrapped around his chest again that was beginning to quake, his stomach churning as he could feel the urge to be sick rising at knowing what secrets were now going to spill from his mouth. (Y/n) was the only person Roger had told about his abuse and even then he had never spoken the right kind of words. He never uttered or even thought of the word 'rape' because that wasn't associated with a guy unless he was the one committing the crime. Roger didn't want them to see him in that light, but to have to admit he had been a victim to that kind of crime twice by the same person sent him reeling.

And yet Roger would rather Brian know that than to think this was a one-off for his sister. He wanted Brian to know what she had done rather than to imagine she had suddenly turned bad like this when in reality she had been Roger's tormentor for over ten years now.

"She's raped me twice Brian." Roger choked on the words as he had to lean forward in case his guts spilled from his lips as well. His eyes fell closed to stop the room from spinning in front of him again as a sudden lack of air hit his lungs and his head. If Brian couldn't believe Sarah had attempted to do this to Roger how was he ever going to believe that she had succeeded more than once?

John felt the room growing hotter to the point he was desperate to get out before he fainted. A sheet of sweat glistened on the bassist's skin and stuck his shirt to his frame as his hand covered his mouth in case he accidentally screamed. They always knew. They always knew something had happened to Roger but this was not what he had been expecting. Roger was the closest thing John had to a brother, he was his best friend and he adored the drummer with everything he had. This was not something John was expecting and he did not like the fact that Roger had gone through this on his own.

When they first met Roger was closed off. He was apprehensive even though he was cocky, he didn't like hugs or closeness and whenever he started to panic Roger would rub at his right shoulder or scratch his scar. This had not been what they thought was causing those little quirks.

"Sarah? My Sarah, she did that to you? When, why not tell us before now?" A very small but audible scoff passed through Brian's lips when he said his sister's name showing clear disbelief.

Sarah was not a rapist.

She would not disrespect Roger in that way because she adored him, she wouldn't force herself onto him if he said no and she wouldn't do that today because she knew he had a girlfriend. Brian's sister was not an attacker, she would never prey on Roger like that and Brian hated how Roger was accusing her of this even if some part of him wondered if this could be true.

"Are you calling all three of us liars?" John spoke for the first time since he had arrived. He had been walking behind Freddie but he knew what he saw. John saw Sarah pinning Roger beneath her as she tried to take off his jeans whilst ignoring the violent screams he let out and how he thrashed beneath her. The bassist knew it was Brian's sister when she turned around, he had seen her so many times before to know the difference between her and another person. They had seen what she had tried to do and if they hadn't of turned up this would have been three times she did this to Roger.

If Brian decided he was not going to accept this then he was going against all three of them, not just Roger.

"I don't know what you saw today, maybe... maybe she did do that to Rog but she wouldn't... Sarah wouldn't rape him- twice! I'm sorry someone hurt you Rog but don't go blaming my sister just because of whatever shit happened today." Brian couldn't just ignore them all and clearly say that they were mistaken. If Freddie said he saw Sarah attacking Roger and John backed him up on this and Roger was admitting it then clearly she had done that. But Brian couldn't accept that she had done that to Roger not once but twice before. Surely Roger would have said something, surely Sarah would have given something away or acted strange enough for Brian to notice.

"I was nineteen." All three men turned to look at Roger when he decided to speak again. Brian could disagree all he liked but Roger knew the truth and he wasn't lying to them anymore. "Nineteen when an older girl pinned me to the sofa and told me to shut up because she 'wanted me and I should want her too'. I'd been raped and two days later I got a fractured rib because your sister punched me when I told her to leave my home. I spent three months having your sister follow me around and force her way into my home so she could assault me."

Roger grew up in a world where men weren't victims. He grew up where boys would brag about being with an older girl, he had friends who boasted that a girl had taken charge and playfully pinned them to the sofa.

If Roger told anyone an older girl had forced him to have sex with her they wouldn't hear the word 'forced' because that just didn't happen in the world. If he told someone he had been raped they would dismiss it because he was a man and that couldn't happen to a guy. If he told someone Sarah had pinned him to the sofa and left bruises tainting his skin they would think he meant love bites or that she was dominating. People saw what they wanted to see and Brian was one of them. He didn't want to think his sister was a rapist so he didn't see that, he saw Roger blaming his abuse on Sarah because she was the closest thing.

"I was still nineteen when she raped me again. She took a knife to my arm when I tried to make her leave, if you hadn't of been at Fred's place I wouldn't have lied. I've never self-harmed in my life, only had your sister harm me. She got that cut on her forehead above her eyebrow when I pushed her into the table in my apartment when she cut me. I'm not lying anymore and if you think I am we're done." His voice was broken like a scratched record.

He was so tired.

The lying always made Roger want to be sick but the truth simply made him feel like he was dying a very slow death. Brian couldn't ignore what Roger was telling him and if he chose to disagree or not believe him then they were finished because Roger couldn't do this anymore. The lying was over and Roger was not going to continue like this had never happened. Brian was not going to act like Roger had not been raped or assaulted, he was not going to treat Roger like he was a charity case or a liar. He was going to acknowledge what his sister had done or he was going to leave and never look Roger in the eye again because there was no going around this.

Freddie and John had witnessed the truth with their own eyes but Brian was keeping his clamped closed because he thought he knew his sister and learning this about her was shattering to him.

"Rog... I- I just can't see how she would do that."

Roger was going home. Brian had cut the last thread Roger was trying so desperately to hold onto. If he couldn't find the ability to accept the truth that was staring him in the face then Roger was wasting no more time trying to protect him and make things better. Roger was cutting all the contact he had with someone he used to call a close friend and he was done with the looks Freddie and John were giving him.

"We're finished. All of us."