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deceptive-daydreams · 2 years ago

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if so, could you write about eddie x girlfriend!reader who’s staying at the trailer for the first time over night. she never told eddie about the abuse done by her dad. so at night, while they’re both asleep, she has a bad dream about her dad. she wets herself because of it but doesn’t wake up.

a few minutes after, eddie wakes up because of the wet feeling. he’s confused at first. he turns on the light & sees it. he doesn’t want her to be embarrassed & starts changing before figuring something out. but he accidentally wakes his girl & she’s so embarrassed that she locks herself in the bathroom. he’s panicking & trying to assure her that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. he also asks wayne for help because he’s slightly overwhelmed.

happy ending pls

YOU GOT IT HERE YOU GO *MUAH* sorry it took so damn long but ily <3

TW - mentions of abuse, bad home life, reader has a nightmare, wets the bed, lmk if I missed anything

Eddie's room was the most comforting place you'd been in quite a while, a tranquil getaway where there was no reason to be on edge, free of worries. It was bathed in everything him, the warm lighting from his bedside lamp, the hint of spice from his cologne lingering on the sheets, a few stray hairs of his laid across the pillows, all purely Eddie. He was the one consistent comfort you had in your life at this point in time.

Things at home were bad, but even worse recently. The house would be littered in beer bottles, misplaced items, and broken belongings, most of which were yours whenever you stepped in the door. Every time, it never failed. Your life had turned into a game of survival and you were starting to wish you would just lose so the pain could end.

Eddie never knew why you had him pick you up a few blocks away from your house but every time he tried to ask, you clammed up so ultimately he left it alone, figured your parents didn't approve of him with his reputation and all. The reality was much worse than that but you kept to yourself.

This evening as he watches you hop into the passenger seat he can see that you're visibly upset, your breathing is shallow and you're shaking but he's not sure how to address it without scaring you further into your shell. He almost caves when he sees you blink back tears but again, decides to bring it up another time when he feels more confident that you won't close up on him.

The plan was to have a date night at the diner and then go from there, see where the night takes you however, once you'd eaten and it started getting later, you started feeling like your dinner was about to come back up at the thought of having to go back home. Eddie had been walking by your side lazily to his van in the parking lot, your hand in his as he kicked a rock around. You were absent as he hummed to himself, smoking a quick cigarette on the way.

As you both situated yourselves in the van, you fought with yourself over if you should mention not wanting to go home yet or not. Would you be annoying him? What if he didn't want to hang out with you any longer than he has tonight? What if he had plans with his friends? Every 'what if' and possibility crossed your mind, working against your best interest. You knew you should tell him what was going on but you just couldn't because then what? Nothing changes, now he just has more worries on his plate.

The engine rumbled to life which spiked your anxiety, if you didn’t want him to take you home yet, now was the time to speak up.

“I don’t—“ You speak up, not getting far before cutting yourself off.

Eddie’s now glancing over at you curiously, one hand on the wheel as he cocks a brow at you. You shake your head, looking out the window as you sigh in defeat from your own inner voice scolding you.

“What?” He asks, shifting to face you but you continue to avoid his eyes.

“I don’t…” You start again. “want to go home yet.” You finish with a heavy exhale, feeling humiliated.

Eddie stares at you in confusion, brows furrowed with an expectant look on his face.

“That’s it?” He’s genuinely puzzled by your insecure demeanor. Biting your lip nervously, you look up at him through your lashes as if you’re afraid to make direct eye contact.

“Baby, look at me.” He whispers, tilting your head up by cupping your jaw in his hand, you involuntarily flinching slightly before relaxing into the touch. Having a voice for yourself wasn’t something you knew how to do and Eddie was slowly learning this the further into the relationship you got. And now something else was there that had him worried. Why did you flinch for a brief second when he suddenly touched you? Something about it felt all too familiar and he didn’t like the bad taste it left in his mouth but he also knew better than to spring a conversation on you that you probably weren’t ready for. His thumb grazes your cheek sweetly, his lips pressing to the skin as he nuzzles his nose into you playfully.

“Don’t be afraid to speak up. You don’t wanna go home, you got it. Whatever my baby wants my baby gets. So, where to?” He asks, now tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You can’t help but smile along with him, though you knew he’d never lash out at you, there was still a lingering reflex from being at home that you couldn’t shake no matter where you went.

“I don’t know, maybe back to your place?” You suggest shyly, returning a kiss to his cheek, slightly stubbly and rough, smelling of his aftershave from the day before. You’d been to his trailer a handful of times and it was probably the most secure and safe place you’d been in a while. “You got it.” He winks with a boyish grin, grabbing your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before putting the van in drive.

—

It didn't take much convincing for Eddie to gladly welcome you to spend the night, something that would be a first as you'd never had the chance to stay over before. You'd kept mentioning how you still didn't want the night to end, just wanted to stay in his arms forever, lay in his bed for eternity and soak up everything that was the boy with big brown eyes and a mop of curls that you could willingly lose your fingers in. And so he said the one word you could only hope for, a word that made you feel desired, a stark contrast from the words chucked carelessly at you at home.

"Stay."

It was uttered with such softness, such sincerity. Handled with such care, it was enough to cause the sting of tears in the back of your eyes but rather than out of fear or self loathing, out of the utmost love and warmth of his protection.

"I'm serious, stay the night. C'mere." His voice just above a whisper, holding his arms out as he sits against the headboard, a halo of frizz surrounding his wild curls and his lips displaying a perfect pout. No one had shown you love like he had, so tender and unconditional. As you crawl toward him, his arms wrapping around you and pulling your back flush with his chest, you'd decided you would sort out the wrath that would be waiting for you at home in the morning. All that mattered in this moment was that his chin was resting on your shoulder, breath fanning over your neck while he whispered sweet nothings. He didn't need a verbal 'yes' from you when you nuzzled into him, practically purring like a cat at his touch.

—

That night was one of the first nights in years that you'd been completely at peace falling asleep, not a trace of anxiety stealing the breath from your lungs or tears spilling onto the sheets with fear paralyzing your body. Only content sighs escaping your lips and stolen kisses from Eddie while he held you from behind, his fingers tracing shapes into your back as the pads of his fingertips caressed you.

Sleep didn't take long to lure you in as your eyes grew heavy and your breathing evened out, forgetting about any repercussions the morning would have when you faced the monster in your living room, drunkenly shouting obscenities and hurling any insult possible due to your negligence and not behaving like the obedient little girl you'd been all your life.

That is until suddenly you were there, you were there. It was all too real but how could that be when you were just asleep in your beloved Eddie's arms just moments ago? One second you were focused on his little breaths in your ear and the way his calloused fingers rested against the skin of your hip and the next you were in the midst of the hellscape that was your day to day you'd thought you'd escaped if only for a night. The screaming echoed off the walls, a deep voice, slurred and belligerent. This was it, karma was back to get you, you disobeyed and ran off for the night with your boyfriend, throwing caution to the wind and now you were suffering the consequences you knew all too well would haunt you in the end. Stupid.

This time it was much worse, the yelling only seemed to grow louder by the second and things were being thrown your way every other word that was shouted at you. Paralyzed, you stood in the middle of it all, taking every inch of abuse, physical and emotional, whatever came your way, you were letting it hit you like a train. There was no running and hiding in your room, not this time. It was time to face the music, that's what your mind narrowed it down to, this day would come eventually. You would piss him off enough that there wouldn't be an ounce of mercy left for you. The look in his eyes as he got closer and closer sent shocks of horrifying fear through your nerves, fingertips tingling in panic but no way to move. Your brain was screaming for you to fight back, run away, anything. But its as if you were chained to the ground below you, no voice, no fight left in you, only pure and unfiltered terror.

—

The whirring of the small metal fan resting on top of Eddie's dresser greeted his ears as he stirred awake, a cold and wet sensation against his back confusing him. Glancing over at your sleeping figure, he pulls his arm gently out from under your head, quietly sitting up and turning the lamp on, his room now engulfed in a dim and warm glow. His brows furrows as he tries to piece together the dampness at his bare lower back, noticing a wet spot in the center of the sheets and underneath you, gathering that from the smell now lingering in his nose, it was definitely urine. A moment of panic ensues in his mind, not knowing how to approach the situation and definitely not wanting to embarrass you. Realizing now that some it had seeped down to his boxers by his thigh, he decides he needs to get up and change, then address the rest of the situation.

Quickly getting out of bed, he kicks his dresser in the process, cursing a bit to loudly as he hops on one foot momentarily to alleviate the pain but not yet realizing that he woke you. Squinting at the light, you begin to sit up, leaning on both your hands as you try to understand why your boyfriend was being so loud in the middle of the night. Were you sweating profusely in your sleep? The dampness in your underwear doesn't quite register, some of it soaking up the bottom of one of Eddie's shirts you borrowed for the night. Then it hits you. Your heart drops as you glance at Eddie in horror, scooting back to confirm your suspicions, that you had indeed wet the bed and ruined his sheets, possibly getting some on him. If you hadn't driven him away yet then tonight would seal the deal.

Eddie is staring at you from where he stands in the middle of his room, trying to gauge your reaction. When you look back up at him and your eyes well up with tears, its safe to say that you realize what happened and that some reassurance was needed.

"Baby, it's okay." He says gently, your expression full of panic as your eyes dart around the room.

"I-I'm sorry." You whisper, covering your face, trembling.

He attempts to come closer, reaching an arm out across his bed but you jolt away from his touch.

"Sweetheart, there's nothing to be sorry for-"

"I'm sorry."

And as you whimper out your final apology, you're scurrying off to the bathroom, needing to isolate yourself. The embarrassment was consuming you, the idea of Eddie offering his room to you for the night simply because you didn't want to go home only for you to soil his bed was horrifying. And you running off to hide was even worse but you couldn't stand to look at him in the eyes any longer. You were a sad excuse for a human who was unworthy of his kindness and really you should just run back home to where you belong, back to being treated how you deserved. Those were your immediate thoughts anyway, not knowing any better. So there you were, holding in your sobs as you've always learned to, on his bathroom floor, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, vision blurry while your shoulders shook.

Meanwhile Eddie was a mess in his own way, contemplating whether he should leave you alone or try to coax you out from the confines of the bathroom. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off or make you even more upset. He paced the room, racking his brain for any way to deescalate the situation because truly, it wasn't a big deal but it became a big deal when your sad eyes looked up at him, wet with a wobbling lip. He didn't care that you wet the bed, only cared about your wellbeing and that you weren't beating yourself up over something you couldn't control.

As he slowly approached the bathroom, he didn't hear much but he could gather that the little sniffles every other second were an indication that you were crying. If only Wayne was around to give him some kind of guidance, slap some sense into him. He needed to hear it, "Boy, if you don't get your ass in there and check on her." or even "Let 'er calm down, she'll come to ya." Eddie could hear both perspectives coming from his uncle, conflicting him.

So he found himself dialing the number Wayne had written down on a post it near the phone, "Only in emergencies, Ed. Don't go callin' me to pick up beer on the way home." He remembers his uncle's words and he confirms with himself that this is an emergency, he needed Wayne's wise words, a sound mind to lead him cause he was spiraling. One minute you were sleeping and the next you had this flash of terror cross your face, he knew this was probably bigger than just wetting the bed and in his experience from his own childhood, he sadly had an indication of what could be going on. The way you flinched in the van earlier at the littlest touch to your jaw, the random spikes of anxiety when you would go in public with him and see a car similar to your dad's, how if Eddie raised his voice in excitement sometimes, you would wince. Everything about it was too similar to his own experiences and it was killing him that you were more than likely hiding it from him, devastated him that you weren't comfortable enough to seek help from him.

The line rang a few times before a man had answered, it wasn't Wayne, it was some gentleman that ended up handing the phone over to Wayne after Eddie had explained that he desperately needed to talk to him. There was ruffling around on the other end as he handed the phone over along with a "Your boy said he needs to talk to you." Then after, a gruff "Hello?"

"Wayne, you gotta help me out here-"

"Boy, the trailer better be on fire or somethin'." Wayne reminded his nephew. It may has well have been with the way Eddie was freaking out more and more by the minute, unsure of your state as you locked yourself in the bathroom.

"Wayne, I think we have an issue."

"What kinda issue? Spit it out."

Eddie explains his suspicions, that you had something going on in your home life and that it had to do with your dad, he could conclude that much. And now, here you were spending your fist night at the trailer and you'd wet the bed and locked yourself in the bathroom, horror in your eyes which Eddie boils down to you fearing that he was going to either do something to you for making a mess in his bed because that was the reaction you were used to, or that you were just super embarrassed and scampered away. Thinking about it, it may be both. Wayne is patient in listening, 'uh huhing' every now and then until his nephew finished.

"Here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna try an' talk to 'er, see if you can get 'er to come out. If not, 's alright, I 'member havin' a hard time lurin' you out sometimes when you first moved in." Wayne explains, recalling the nights Eddie would lock himself in the bathroom rather than come eat dinner, scared an anxious in the new environment. "Just gotta be real patient, if her dad really is doin' what you say he is then she's gonna be real timid. Probably thinks you're mad at 'er and that's all she knows. 'Member, you used to be the same." Eddie nods as if his uncle can see him, memories from a long time ago flooding his brain, breaking his heart at the fact that you might be experiencing the same awful things he has etched in the back of his brain.

Eddie agrees, letting Wayne know that he'll take it slowly, gently. Wayne even tells him to offer you to stay for as long as you need, anything to get you out of your current situation cause he’ll be damned if he considers himself a bystander.

—

It had been ten minutes. Ten minutes of a staring contest between Eddie and the bathroom door. He could still hear your sniffles but didn’t know how to interrupt without making things worse, frightening you even more if he and Wayne were right in their guesses. But he had to push himself, for you. So he gathered up all of his courage and lightly tapped his knuckles against the wood. No answer. As expected. Again, his knuckles meet the door, his rings eliciting a louder echo off of the wood this time.

Nothing.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He decides to ask, forehead pressed against the door.

A sniffle followed by a whimpered out “Mhm.” are all he’s offered. And it’s a lie.

“Open the door?” He phrases it as a question, giving you all the power. “Please?”

It’s barely there but he can hear you whisper “Do you hate me?” As if you were brave enough to ask the question but only with a chance that he may not hear it.

He scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“No, baby. Could never hate you. Please come out.” He pleads. It only makes you want to cry again by how kind he sounds.

A few seconds float by and he thinks it’s probably time to leave you alone and let you come out when you’re ready until the lock clicks and the door cracks open, your face peeking out to get a read on him before fully emerging. His heart cracks at the sight, your eyes sad and face red and puffy from crying, tears drying in their tracks down your cheeks. He remembers what Wayne said, to be patient, so he stands there and lets you go at your pace. His big brown eyes look into yours cautiously, him stepping back from the door to give you room, to not cage you in if that’s how it felt at all, he wasn’t sure. He was just trying to think back to his younger self and how he would’ve felt back then.

“You okay?” He asks with genuine concern, sadness laced in his tone. He figures he must have done something right with the way you throw yourself into his arms, forgetting about your stained clothes momentarily. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you, it’s okay.” He’s referring to something bigger than the sheets or your accident and maybe you both know it but in the moment, it doesn’t need to be addressed.

“M’ sorry, Eddie.” You apologize yet again.

“Hey, none of that. Shh, no need to be sorry.”

“N-now you have to wash the sheets a-and I’ll—I’ll do it for you. I’ll wash everything—“

Eddie’s finger delicately touches your lips to shush you, him swaying you back and forth to calm your nerves.

“They’re just sheets. It’s not hard to wash them, I’ll take care of it, okay? No big deal.” His gaze on you is soft, so kind as he willingly holds you to his chest, piss covered clothes and all. And then you try to back away, sudden realization hitting that indeed your clothes were soaked in pee but he holds you in place, bringing your head to his chest while a hand rubs down your back.

“I—I’m covered in—“

“Piss? So what?” He mumbles into the top of your head, pressing a kiss. “You can be my piss princess if you want.” He jokes, successfully getting a giggle from you, always knowing how to make better of a situation. “There’s my girl.” He pulls back to look at you smiling, a grin on his own face.

“It’s not funny.” You try to hide your smile, pushing back on his shoulder weakly.

“Oh, really?” He teases, tickling your sides, squeals of laughter filling the trailer.

Maybe that night you don’t let him in on every detail of your home life but Eddie is patient, sadly knowing very well how that life is and how it’s not exactly easy to open up. But he does tell you that he can’t let you go back especially after you provide him the small detail that your nightmare happened to include your dad. And he lets you know that you will always have a home with him, that’s something Wayne and himself will make sure of even if you and Eddie don’t work out. For the first time you had a genuine place to call home.

~end~

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lingshanhermit · 2 years ago

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Ling Shan Hermit: A Micro-Scale Perfectionist

A friend once told me about the existence of such perfectionists in the world who displayed the following traits: If their water glass was accidentally touched by someone else's lips, they would refuse to use that glass again, come what may. If they had guests over—which was a rare occurrence, because this perfectionist demanded that anyone entering her house put on shoe covers, deterring many from visiting a second time—they would serve guests with disposable paper cups instead of regular ones, with the advantage of being able to toss them out after use. If, unfortunately, their toilet was used by a guest (which means that their derriere had made close contact with her toilet—what a horrifying prospect!), they would go through a complex routine of repeated cleaning until they believed it was completely clean. Regrettably, toilets don't fall under the use-and-toss category. Why has no one invented disposable toilets?

When they ride the subway, they never let their hand come into direct contact with the handrail. If possible, they would grab the hem of their boyfriend's clothes, or if there's no garment to hold, they would wrap a piece of tissue around their hand before holding onto the rail. When they dine out, they would never allow their buttocks to make direct contact with the restaurant chair. They would put a tissue on it, even though there were already several layers of clothing between their buttocks and the chair. If those layers of fabric couldn't resist the imagined horrific dirt, it's hard to believe that a thin sheet of tissue would make any difference. If they need to go to a hospital, they would avoid touching anything within the ward. If the light switch in their house is touched by anyone else, they immediately feel compelled to clean it. It is rumored that the sofa in such a perfectionist's home has never been used, out of fear that it might become deformed.

Don't laugh, these people really exist in our world, and perhaps one lives right below your apartment. As you are reading this article, she might be down there, cleaning the floor (which someone just stepped on, despite wearing shoe covers). Basically, these behaviors are signs of an extreme form of obsession with cleanliness. We may have similar tendencies, just not to such an extreme extent.

We are micro-scale perfectionists, the kind who might feel upset if a boyfriend comes home and lies on the bed without changing his clothes first (because in our minds, he's bringing all the outside germs into the house. Strangely, we all seem to think the outside is dirtier, but if you were to use a microscope to look at your home, you'd find it's not much different. Don't forget, about forty thousand types of bacteria are living on your pillow). We might also complain if a book we've finished reading hasn't been put back in its place. Thankfully, we're not so extreme as to scream hysterically at a few drops of urine on the edge of a toilet seat as if it were the end of the world, nor do we insist on all visitors to our home wearing shoe covers.

As micro-scale perfectionists, we must be careful not to let our habits dictate our lives. If we allow them free rein, they may grow stronger, until one day we find ourselves unable to tolerate even the smallest flaws. That would indeed be a terrifying realization. This indicates a degree of fragility where one is ready to fall apart at a touch. A perfectionist is someone full of vulnerabilities, an extremely fragile individual. They harbor too many expectations, are easily discontented, and are quick to feel attacked.

Generally speaking, wealthy people have a higher chance of developing extreme perfectionism than poor people. Many poor people don't have many choices. Even if they hope for something, they might not have the opportunity to arrange everything around them according to their ideals. So, they learn to compromise. Such individuals are not overly stubborn about everything, simply because they lack the resources to insist on their way. When there's no rice, they can eat bread, but those with means would not do the same. They have the capability to refuse bread when there's no rice because they have the luxury of choice. Sometimes, having too much ability isn't necessarily a good thing. It can stimulate your desires and make you restless.

The so-called perfection of a perfectionist is to have the world turn according to their wishes (women might not have such grand ambitions; they just hope their homes turn in the way they want) and to have everything meet their standards. Towels should be hung there, toothbrushes should be placed in the cup, used sugar jars should be put back in their original place. Everything should go as they wish. If things do not go as planned, pain ensues. Perfectionists are always trying to fight impermanence, to make the world constant rather than changeable, hence they are exhausted.

We can think about when we started to believe that things must be this way or that way to meet our standards. When did these habits form? I don't think you were born this way. If you were born so picky, your mother would certainly have gone mad. If it isn't inherent, then it must have been formed later in life.

Think carefully; these are habits developed by humans, and you initially had no knowledge of them. When you enter society, you inevitably get influenced by those around you. Your mother tells you: "Put things back where they belong after you're done using them." Your teachers, your friends, they all tell you different things, and you gradually begin to accept their perspectives. You start absorbing the beliefs you think are right, forming your standards, cultivating your habits—like needing to change shoes when entering the house, having to take a bath at night, and so on. Over time, you consider these to be the standards of civilized people, the norms for every person.

But are these habits and concepts really that reliable? We know that even on this earth, the standards of civilization vary greatly. In certain African tribes, painting one's face with white ash and adorning one's head with bird feathers are considered symbols of beauty and power. If you do this in Africa, you would be considered incredibly attractive; the more feathers on your head, the greater your perceived power. But if you do the same in mainland China, you may lack admirers; no one would consider this beautiful. If you appear in this way, it's questionable whether your mother would even let you in the house. No one would think you're returning in triumph. Have you ever seen a Chinese politician with bird feathers in their hair? Yet in African tribes, they believe having bird feathers on the head and ash on the face is the standard for civilized people, the norm for every person. This shows how unreliable the things you take as truths can be.

Even within China, different people have different habits and preferences, so people from different regions often argue over their individual lifestyles after getting married. Everyone believes that what they're accustomed to is inherently correct. But actually, every habit is just what you and the people around you are used to, and what you've grown accustomed to you take as natural and right.

I'm not trying to judge which of these habits are right or wrong. From my perspective, there is no right or wrong, only different habits developed by different people.

This allows us to see that the things we consider correct, necessary, and righteous, could be seen as wrong, outlandish, and shocking elsewhere. This suggests these habits have no intrinsic nature; their meaning is subject to our interpretation, and people from different regions would understand them differently. If they had an intrinsic nature, there wouldn't be different interpretations.

You are fixated on these things that have no essence, and it has escalated to a pathological level. As a result, you become very unhappy. You constantly worry about your beloved home being polluted, and your rules being overstepped. Any tiny change can upset you. Simply moving a table could make you very angry, because you believe it disrupts the overall aesthetic of the room. Your worst nightmare might be someone defecating in your bed.

If you want to be free, you must realize that these things are not substantial. Of course, this is difficult. You've been enslaved by your habits for so many years, it won't be easy to break free from their control. But you can try to rebel. You can try to break a habit each day. If you have many habits, many "must-dos", it is necessary to rebel against them.

If you used to be intolerant of anyone entering your house without changing their shoes, you can try letting them keep their shoes on. If you never used cups others have used, never ate food that others served you, never touched the handrails of a bus directly with your hands, you can try to resist these habits. You'll find that you are only trapped by your own habits, unable to turn over. These habits bind you tighter and tighter. But they essentially have no essence. If you believe they are real, they will bind you. If you realize they have no essence, they will disappear. It's like dreaming; when you realize you are dreaming, your dream ends.

First posted on Lingshan Jushi Blog, July 25, 2008.

灵山居士：小规模的完美主义者

一个朋友告诉我这个世界曾经存在着这样的完美主义者，她们具有这样的特征：如果她喝水的杯子不幸被别人的嘴唇碰过，那么打死她也不会再用那个杯子喝水。如果家里来客人的话（一般来说这种情况很罕见，因为这位完美主义者要求每个进入她家的人都套上鞋套，所以很多人去了一次就不再去了），他们会用一次性纸杯而绝不是茶杯来招待客人，这样的好处是用完就可以扔掉。如果很不幸家里的马桶被客人用过（也就是说他们的屁股和她的马桶亲密接触过，多么可怕的事），他们就要经过复杂的程序进行反复清洗——直到他们认为已经彻底干净为止。很遗憾马桶不属于用过就扔掉的东西，为什么没有人发明一次性马桶？他们坐地铁的时候从来不会让自己的手直接接触扶手，如果可以的话，他们会抓住自己男朋友的衣服下摆，实在没有衣服抓的话就用一块纸巾包着自己的手，然后扶着扶手。出去吃饭的时候，她们绝对不会允许自己的臀部直接接触饭店的椅子，她们会在上面垫上一块纸巾，虽然在她的臀部和椅子之间本来就有了好几层布挡着。如果那几层布都无法抵御那想象中的可怕肮脏，很难想象一张薄薄的纸巾会起作用。如果上医院的话，她绝对不会让自己碰触任何病房里的东西。如果家里的电灯开关被其他人的手摸了，她们就要马上去擦一下。据说这位完美主义者家里的沙发从来没有被人坐过，为的是怕沙发变形。

不要笑，这世界上确实存在着这样的人，也许她就住在你楼下。当你看这篇文章的时候，她正在你下面擦地（那地方刚刚被人踩过，虽然那人套着鞋套）。基本上，这是洁癖发展到极端的表现，我们也有类似的洁癖，只是没有变态到他的程度而已。

我们是小规模的完美主义者，我们会为了男朋友回家没换衣服就躺到床上而不快。（在我们看来他把外面的细菌全部带到家里了，很奇怪，不知道为什么大家都认为外面比较脏，其实如果你用显微镜看一下你家里，你会发现其实跟外面差不多，不要忘了，你的枕头上生活着大约四万种细菌）我们也会为了看完的书没被放回原处而抱怨。但还好，我们没到那种程度。没到那种看到马桶的边缘滴了几滴尿就歇斯底里大喊大叫好像到了世界末日的程度，也没有变态到让每一个进你家的人都套上鞋套。

作为小规模的完美主义者，你必须警惕，不要让你的习惯带着你走，如果你顺着他，它可能会变得比现在更强壮，直到有一天你发现自己不能容忍任何一点瑕疵，那是很可怕的事。那表示你脆弱到一触即溃的程度。一个完美主义者是一个浑身弱点的人。也是一个极端脆弱的人，他们有太多期待，很容易不满，很容易遭受攻击。

一般来说，有钱人发展成极端完美主义者的机会相对于穷人更大，很多穷人没有太多的选择，即使他们希望，可能也没机会让自己的周围的一切都按照自己的理想转，所以他们学会了妥协。这样的人，对任何事情都不是那么执着，因为他没有执著的资本。没有米饭的时候，他可以吃馒头，但是有条件的人就不会如此，他有能力，没有米饭的时候，他会拒绝吃馒头，因为他有选择的资本。有时候能力太大未必是好事，他会鼓动你的欲望，让你蠢蠢欲动。

一个完美主义者所谓的完美就是让地球按照他的想法去转，（女人可能没那么大野心，他们所希望的是她们的家按照她们想的方式转）让所有的事物都符合自己的标准，毛巾要搭在那里，牙刷要插在杯里，用过的糖罐要放回原处。一切都要如我所想，如果没有如愿以偿，痛苦就会产生。完美主义者总是试图和无常作战，让世界变得常而不是无常，所以她们疲惫不堪。

我们可以想一下，从什么时候开始你开始这么认为：必须要这样或那样才合乎你的标准。这些习惯是何时养成。我不认为你一出生就是这样。如果你一出生就这样挑剔，你妈妈一定会疯掉。如果不是与生俱来，那一定是后天形成的。

仔细想一下，这些都是人类发展出来的一些习惯，你最初并不知道这些。当你进入这个社会，你不可避免的收到周围人的影响。你的妈妈告诉你：用完的东西要放回原处。你的老师你的朋友他们都在告诉你不同的东西，你开始不知不觉接受他们的观念，你开始吸收那些你认为正确的观念，你开始形成你的标准，养成你的习惯——例如进屋必须换鞋晚上必须洗澡之类。时间长了你会认为这是文明人的标准。正常人的标准，每个人都该如此。

但这些习惯和观念是否真的那么可靠，我们知道，仅仅在这个地球，文明的标准都非常不一样。在非洲的某些部落，把脸上涂上白灰，把头上插上鸟毛被认为是美的象征。同时也是权力的象征，如果你在非洲这么做，会被认为帅呆了，你头上插得鸟毛越多，象征着你的权力越大。但是如果你在中国大陆也这么做，可能会缺乏欣赏者，没有人会认为这是美的。如果你以这副尊荣出现，你母亲是否会让你进门都是问题，绝不会认为你是衣锦荣归。你是否看到过中国的政治人物头上插着鸟毛？但是在非洲部落，他们会认为头上插鸟毛脸上涂灰是文明人的标准，正常人的标准，每个人都该如此。由此可知你认为是真理的东西多么靠不住。

即使在中国，不同的人也有不同的习惯和喜好，所以不同地区的人结了婚之后往往会为了各自的生活习惯而吵架，每个人都认为自己习惯的是天经地义的正确。但其实每一种习惯都只是你和你周围的人习惯了而已，习惯了就觉得天经地义。

我无意评说这些习惯哪些是对的，那些是错的，从我的角度来说，没有任何对或是不对，只是不同的人发展出来的不同习惯而已。

我们由此可洞见那些我们认为是对的，必然的，天经地义的东西，换一个地方可能就会被认为是错的，突兀的，会震惊四座的。这表示这些习惯毫无本质，它的意义有待我们的诠释，不同地区的人会对他有不同的理解。如果它具有本质，就不会产生不同的理解。

你执著于这些没有本质的东西，并且发展到病态的程度。这样的结果就是你变得非常不快乐，你需要时刻担心你可爱的家被污染你的规矩被逾越。任何细微的改变都可能让你不快，只是挪动桌子的位置都可能让你非常生气，因为你认为这破坏了屋子整体的美感。你做过的最可怕的梦可能就是有人在你的被窝里拉了一泡屎。

如果你想解脱，必须要认识到这些是没有实质的东西。当然，这很难，你被你的习惯奴役了这么多年，没那么容易摆脱他的控制，但你可以试着反抗，你可以试着每天破除一个习惯，如果你有很多习惯，你有很多“必须这样”，你有必要反抗它们。

如果你以前不能容忍任何人进你家不换鞋，你可以试着让他们不换鞋，如果你以前从不用别人用过的杯子，从不吃别人给你夹的菜，从不用手直接接触公交车的扶手，你可以试着反抗一下自己的习气。你会发现，你只是被自己的习惯困住了，无法翻身。这些习惯把你绑得越来越紧。但他们本质上是毫无本质的，如果你认为他们是真实的，他们就会束缚你，如果你认识到他们毫无本质，他们就会消失。如同你在做梦，当你认识到自己是在做梦的时候，你的梦就结束了。

2008年7月25日首发于灵山居士博客。

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Cupid's embrace (Gojo Satoru x reader)

You have been touched by the technique of the curse of love. Longing and love for a stranger led to death. But you found yourself falling in love with Gojo Satoru by this technique. It was not permanent.

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You breathed in his scent when only you could hug him. You felt the need to be next to him. Feeling him. But he knew something was wrong. You wouldn't let him hug you like that. Even if he wanted to do so more than once, there was no chance for him to spend an evening like that. You knew he was just crazy for you. A man considered to be a womanizer cannot live without one person. He was going out with someone sometimes and he wouldn't let you. He was controlling you all the time. And you were a civilian. An independent and strong woman with a fairly good life. He appeared, and things slowly started to change. From ordinary days to your feelings. He was a friend, but he wasn't as close as he would have liked. So now that you've been cursed, he's more than pleased with the results. He will be drawn to the first person you touch and sees. That's what Ieiri told him when he drove you to his place. He was worried about your half-conscious state, but you were okay. Nothing but a hazy mind. He finally met a love curse. Cursed spirit of love that did damage. People hit by his energy felt an irresistible desire for human love. And this in most cases was associated with accidentally falling in love, as well as suicide attempts after rejecting a stranger. The curse confused people. Cupid's embrace. Jujutsu technique. It is enough for the curse to hug the victim and mark her. Then the victim will be charmed for 24 hours. In love with a random person. It is impossible to get rid of it without a person who will love you back. This was rarely the case because the spirit had a mind of its own. He scanned people for a man who was not in love. No steam in life. This time it happened to you. Only you had someone who loved you, but you weren't sure if you loved him. It was a miracle that he found you. Near an amusement park where there weren't many people. But he was always watching you, so why would he leave it now? Forever with you. He knew the pink glow of your eyes when it briefly replaced your natural eye color. It appeared for a while and then disappeared. And at that moment, he also noticed a slight flush on your face as he approached and hugged you. You pushed your head into it to smell it. Feel his warmth. It's this curse's fault. He wanted it, but it was a different behavior. And that's what he took you to Ieiri for. And there he already found out everything. He wished he had exorcised the curse. He could use it on you over and over. Make you love him. But he was content for this one day. He has hours left with you. He won't waste it. "S'toru..." You groaned as you rubbed your face against his pillow. You were in his house. In his bed. Dressed in his clothes and washed in his soap and shampoo. Something he had wanted for a long time. You smelled of him. So sweet. Even seductive . Your bathing was the most enjoyable. He could hold you and touch you as you cuddled up to his naked belly as he sat on the edge of the bath when you sitting in the bath. He thought you had a fever. You kept calling his name and fidgeting when he wasn't there. When he came, you calmed down instantly. immediately He could feel the warmth emanating from you. Your heat. You had a red face and glassy eyes. Something he thought was beautiful. "Toru!" You groaned again for him to come to you. He came suddenly and immediately sat down next to you, stroking your hair. Your head automatically exploded into his lap and you pressed against him, absorbing his touch. "I'm here baby." he said lovingly stroking your cheek with his fingers. You groaned as you pressed your forehead against his belly. At the time, he wondered what kind of a curse it was. Whether amorous or more sexual. But it couldn't be that way, since you had no urge to him other than a hug. He also wondered if you would hit him like you always would if he tried to kiss you. But judging by your condition, he might try. He grabbed your arms and wrapped them around you as he lifted you up. "S'toru..." He chuckled softly. "Sweet" He pulled you closer, and more

convinced that he would be close, you grasped his arms with your hands. His smiling face moved closer to yours and at first he gently brought your lips together. And as you didn't push him away, he began to deepen it deeper and deeper. At one point he grabbed your jaw with his hand and parted your mouth, holding his chin with his fingers. His tongue brushed your lip before it dug in, immediately exploring the warm cavity. There was no place where his wet muscle was not. You felt him shifting. You weren't thinking clearly, and that made you even more behind the fog. You groaned against his mouth as you felt the warmth spread through your body. Even stronger than before. His hands tightened around you, and he wouldn't let go. He reached farther than he thought he would ever get. He grabbed your butt and rubbed it before stroking your inner thigh, then grabbing the hem. But as soon as he wanted to reach further, he suddenly pulled away. So are the hands and the mouth. He grunted sadly and you slipped back to his touch. But he didn't repeat the same. You looked at him with a voice saying "why don't you touch me anymore?" "...Toru..." "Baby I know, but I don't wanna do something when you're unaware. I want you to know fully about everything I do to you and everything I feel." "P-Please..." you muttered with a trembling voice and red face. "It's an aphrodisiac, honey. I know you don't want this. At least not so..." "Sato–" "Come here." he said, lying on his back on the bed. Clenching your hands on the sheet, you grabbed quickly and pulled up to him. You felt the heat. You were so hot. He kept you cold. You needed him. If it wasn't for him, you would feel like you were boiling. It was so nice and good with him. He, too seemed pleased. You lay down on his chest, gently kissing his exposed collarbones. He grunted softly but was happy you continued. Hugging him, kissing his skin. Lying on he. Everything was so great he didn't want it to end. He was glad he had at least a few more hours with you like that. You've done everything. Bath, eating, and now resting together. He didn't want to end this. He didn't want you to not want to be next to him again. He loves you, you don't. And as long as you loved him, even if you was cursed, he didn't want it to change. He wanted you to be his and give yourself over to him. He did not resist his love. The subtlety of your touch on his skin was perfect. He felt you breathing and you moved on it. You grabbed his clothes and pulled yourself closer to him. To his face. And when your lips touched his jaw, he wasn't sure if he was going to be happy... You weren't doing it of your own free will. You were under a curse. What if he feels guilty after that? He doesn't want to force you to do something right now, but he would like more. He could convince you to himself when you are in one mind, not when you don't know who you really are. To give you a touch and tenderness that he never gave you. But he couldn't do much. Not now. He must know you want it. And that made no sense... He put his hand on your cheek and pulled it into a kiss. The least he could do. Feeling you return it, he felt relieved that he was the first you saw after encountering the curse. If not him, who would you love? Fortunately he was close to you. However, when he heard about your meeting in the cafe with a friend, he was concerned that it might not really be a friend. He was jealous and crazy. And the worst thing for him was that you were walking alone on a not very busy street. And that's where he saw you barely conscious. And your eyes were beautiful when they went straight to his face. You looked at him with admiration and love. Like never before. He wasn't aware of anything that happened to you at the time. Later he found out, and that made his jaw drop. And yeah, because of that, you lay on him sharing a kiss so passionate he might think it wasn't you. He shared every touch. If you touched, he doesn't lag behind. But he had to hold back from doing something else. He refrained

from touching you in any other way. No matter how much he wanted it. How much he wanted it. You are not sufficiently aware of the world around you. Even if he had a chance to mark you as his now. He still had a modicum of humanity in him, as well as kindness and compassion. He can't use you. Even after your words, he was able to find something in himself... "Satoru... I want to be closer..." You groaned into his mouth. His breathing quickened for a moment and his heart beat faster. His thoughts were changing. He reached farther. But when he tightened his hand on your side, he didn't go any further. In order not to destroy your psyche more than now, or when you find out about what you did and what you wanted. "Let's go to sleep. Okay?" he said with a small smile. Before you could speak, he kissed your forehead and rolled over to hold your body against his. "Toru..." "I know, honey. I love you." He said all this, but knew that when he woke up you could be your old self. You were attacked at 5pm. Now is 4am. He took care of you as long as he could. But he can't keep you from sleeping. He saw your tiredness. If he sleeps too long, the beautiful hours will be over. If you sleep, he won't have the heart to wake you up. A curse can last shorter or longer. I don't want to think about it as going to be shorter. And he would also like you back the way you were before. Because he fought for that (y / n). Not like this. But with that thought he closed his eyes and tightened his hands on you. With the idea of never letting go again. He tangled your legs and also put his head on yours. He would like it to last forever. What he feared has happened. He woke up early. You also. You have a few more hours to go. But it stopped working. Your wide eyes a nd furrowed brow spoke of it. He felt a little guilty looking at you. "I can explain it." he said sadly and loosened his grip on you. "Explain what?! You are–." "Dumb and insane. And you will never want me. You always say that..." he muttered. "I had to. It's a curse. If I hadn't been with you, you would have died." "You know how you act isn't normal!" you hit his arm to make him let go. "I want you to love me (y/n)." "But you-!" He didn't let you finish. "I want you to love me as I love you..." He silenced you and shoved you into his chest. He was still hugging you. You wanted to protest, but felt a warmth spread through your chest. So suddenly and so nice. Its scent penetrated your nostrils, calming you down. Each curse leaves a mark. It leaves you with a feeling of security and love. It told you to empathize with him. It showed that his scent was something you will never forget. And this will show you that this fragrance characterizes good. Love, security and his. Only him.

That's why you came closer instead of going away.

#gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk fluff #one shot #Light yandere

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The Last Zodiac

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"Momiji, go get my bag. I left it in my locker." Haru said, picking up your sleeping form. The exhaustion you felt must've been intense.

"Why don't you go get your own bag? What are you even going to do with it?" Kyo asked, confused.

"Well, if she hasn't turned back by the time Hatori has gotten here, I'm gonna put her in my bag so we can get her out," Haru explained from his kneeling position. He looked at the human girl staring at you with stars in her eyes. "Honda, will you hold her for a second?"

"Sure." Tohru nodded, kneeling and reaching forward to grab your zodiac form. She placed your head gently in her lap. Tohru cooed, "She's so adorable."

Haru took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shivering form. He hoped Hatori would be there soon.

Momiji ran as fast as he could to Haru's locker. It was still lunch break, so he didn't have to worry about running into many people, especially girls. He couldn't afford to transform accidentally. Not when you were up there sick. He got to Haru's locker and grabbed his bag, dumping the contents inside the locker. He started making his way back to the roof when he ran into Yuki.

"Sorry, Yuki!" Momiji said, helping Yuki off the floor.

"Momiji, what has you in such a rush?" Yuki asked the younger boy.

"I can't talk right now! There's an emergency!" Momiji said and ran off. Yuki, concerned, followed the boy. When he came onto the roof, he couldn't believe what the emergency was.

You gained consciousness a few minutes after Momiji left. You were still weak, and it was hard to keep your eyes open, but you were awake.

"Oh! Y/N!" Tohru exclaimed the first one to notice your eyes open. "Are you okay?"

"A little embarrassed, if I'm honest." You muttered. "It's been years since I transformed."

It had been years since you transformed; it had been even longer since you got sick enough to change. The last time was- No. You shook the memory from your head. You didn't want to think of that right now.

"Hatori should be here soon," Haru said. Momiji slammed open the door with a grey-haired Sohma following closely behind.

"What the hell is going on?" Yuki asked, glaring at the panda.

"Y/N got too weak. She transformed." Momiji explained, bringing to bag over to Haru.

"I told you that you should've taken your ass home." Yuki sneered out.

"Come on, Yuki. Give the girl a break." Kyo said.

"Mind your own business, you stupid cat," Yuki said, turning his glare on Kyo.

"Whatever, you damn rat. Just leave her alone." Kyo said, glaring back.

"She's a damn idiot. She should have never come to school. She shouldn't even go here! She's a waste of space! She's a damn mistake!" Yuki said, his face turning red from his yelling. You just looked down at the ground.

"Yuki," Tohru said, shocked.

"Yuki, I'm gonna say this one time because you're my friend, and I love you but shut up," Haru said calmly, standing up, protectively standing in front of you. Everyone looked at him, shocked.

"Did you go dark?" Momiji asked cautiously.

"Not yet, but if Yuki doesn't cut it out, I might," Haru said, shooting the older boy a glare. Something in Haru lurched at Yuki's words. His need to protect you swelled. He could practically feel the switch in his brain teetering on the edge of becoming Dark Haru. It was silent for a few moments before Momiji's phone pinged with a message.

"Harry is here!" Momiji announced.

A cloud of smoke surrounded the group as you transformed into your human form. You turned away from the groups and grabbed your clothes to get dressed. Tohru yelped and helped block your body from the boys on the roof. That, unfortunately, didn't stop them from seeing the large, jagged scar that went diagonal on your entire back. Tohru let out a gasp of horror.

"Y/N, what-?" Tohru asked, shocked, subconsciously moving her hand to touch the scar. You flinched as you felt her fingertips and jumped away.

"Please don't." You whispered. You didn't like for it to be touched. Even your mother wouldn't touch it. It made you think about that night again. You didn't want to think about that night.

The silence was damning as everyone got lost in their thoughts. You sometimes forget that you hear the scar, but you are always quickly reminded.

"Hatori is here. We should go before you transform again." Haru said, pulling from your thoughts and grabbing your hand to pull you off the ground. You nodded and started walking toward the door. You stopped just as you reached Yuki's side. He looked at you, a bewildered expression gracing his face.

"I'm well aware that I'm a mistake, and I know you detest my existence, and for some reason, you believe I ruined your life, but do you have to mention it every time you see me? I have enough reminders." You asked him quietly and let Haru continue to lead you back into the school. As you disappeared down the stairs, Yuki stared at the ground in shock. He wasn't sure what he should feel. Seeing that scar on your back and hearing your words shook something deep in his soul.

"Yuki," Tohru said, pulling his eyes from the ground to her. She looked at him with disappointment. Her eyes were full of tears. Angry and sad tears alike. "How could you say something like that to her? Something so mean and cruel to anyone?" She stormed off the roof, rushing to catch up to you and Haru. Kyo followed her, throwing Yuki a glare.

"Yuki. You need to grow up." Momiji said, following the rest of the crew. A deep shame welled in Yuki's chest. Did he? Did he need to grow up? The disappointment in Tohru's eyes stung, but what hurt worse was the pain in yours.

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"If you wanted a check-up Y/N, you could've just come and seen me," Hatori said with a friendly yet sarcastic smile.

"Sorry." You muttered. You'd finally gotten back to Shigure's house and were rushed up to Tohru's room. You laid back in her bed, a cold towel on your forehead to try and break your fever.

"Had Doc Hatori come all the way out here. Tsk, you naughty girl." Shigure said, entering the room with a bowl of soup.

"If you made that, I'm not eating it." You informed him.

"I'm hurt. I'm not a terrible cook." Shigure said dramatically, placing his hand on his chest. You and Hatori just shot him a look. He sighed. "Don't worry; our dear Tohru made it. She's mighty concerned about you."

"Tell her I'm fine. Tell the rest of them that too. They should go back to school." You muttered with a heavy sigh. You didn't need this much attention.

"I tried to tell them, but they wouldn't hear it. Dear, Hatsuharu was just about losing his mind when you fainted in the car. You're lucky you didn't transform again." Shigure said with a salacious smirk.

"Shut up." You grunted out.

"Shigure, you're distressing my patient," Hatori said with a deep sigh.

"I'm only teasing. My lovely niece knows that." Shigure said, "On a much more serious note. How did you get so sick?"

"I told you. I got rained on last night." You muttered, not looking at him. It was the truth, but you knew if he saw your eyes, he'd know you were hiding something.

"So it has nothing to do with you not having heat?" Shigure asked.

"How do you know about that?" You asked him, shocked.

"I'm co-signer on the apartment Y/N." Shigure reminded you. "I got the notices in the mail too. I didn't say anything because you want to be independent, but you obviously can't care for yourself." Shigure said in a calm voice.

"Yes, I can." You argued back.

"No, you can't. If you could, you would have used the money you get from the clan." Shigure said.

"I want nothing from the family head." You spat out venomously.

"You don't get it, do you? Your fever was high enough that it could've killed you." Shigure snapped, keeping his voice low, but his tone was angry. You weren't used to his showing emotion like this. Shigure was always calm, relaxed, and collected. "Until you can handle being on your own, you'll stay here."

"No!" You yelled—panic seizing through your chest. You couldn't handle staying under this roof. Not with Yuki here. Not with the constant reminder that you were just a mistake. You couldn't leave your childhood home. "That was mom's apartment! It's the only thing I have left of her!"

"Shigure, you need to leave." Hatori said, finally speaking up after silently watching the ordeal. He could see you starting to panic and that wouldn't do anything to help you get better.

"But-" Shigure tried to argue but Hatori cut him off.

"Now." Hatori said firmly. Shigure nodded and walked out the room, closing the door behind him. It was quiet for a moment, your breathing was raspy. Hatori moved to his bag, pulling out a stethoscope.

"You need to calm your breathing." He said, moving to sit next to you on the bed. He placed a hand on your back, but you flinched away. "Breathe Y/N. Deep breathes. Follow me."

He started taking deep breathes, prompting you to follow them. Your quick breathing calmed down and you twisted the covers under your hands. "Thanks."

"Okay, lift up the back of your shirt. Let me listen to your lungs." Hatori said, placing the ear-tips on his stethoscope in. You followed his instructions, taking deep breathes when necessary. "Lungs are a little cloudy, probably from your cold but you should be fine soon."

"Okay." You said laying back on the bed.

"When was the last time you seen a doctor?" Hatori asked.

"Technically you were the last doctor I saw, but mom became a nurse so she could take care of me." You explained.

"She did always have a proclivity for medicine." Hatori said with a sad smile.

"Yeah, she did." You agreed with a sad smile of your own. There was a short silence as Hatori started putting his equipment away.

"I'll talk to Shigure." Hatori said, moving to the door. "Get some sleep."

Hatori walked down the stairs to see a group gathered in the living room. The only one missing from the gang was Yuki, who Hatori assumed was somewhere sulking. The tv was playing, but he could tell no one was watching it. They were all lost in their own thoughts.

"Oh, Hatori! Is Y/N okay?" Tohru asked, finally noticing his presence.

"She'll be fine." Hatori informed her. Tohru nodded, but she didn't look too confident. Sure you'd get over your cold, but you were so sad and broken. The vision of the scar was stuck in her head.

"Can I- can I ask a question?" Tohru asked quietly.

"Sure Tohru, what did you need to ask?" Hatori asked.

"This is probably too far and none of my business, but do you know how Y/N got that scar on her back?" She asked quietly. Hatori and Shigure inhaled sharply.

"You saw that, huh?" Shigure asked from his spot at the table.

"Da. When she transformed back into her human form." Momiji informed him.

"While we do know how she got that scar, it's not our story to tell." Hatori said.

"Oh. I understand." Tohru mumbled looking at the ground.

"Much like the rest of you, Y/N didn't have the greatest childhood. Unfortunately that injury will always be a reminder of that. It's also the reason my sister moved them to America." Shigure said, a faraway look in his eyes as he stared at the wall. It was shocking to the others, sans Hatori, not used to seeing Shigure so serious.

"Was it-?" Haru asked, cutting his sentence short. Everyone but Tohru knew exactly what he meant. The silence that followed was confirmation enough. Tohru looked around the room confused at everyone's solemn faces. She wanted to ask, but she wasn't too sure she wanted to hear the answer.

"Shigure, can I speak to you?" Hatori asked. Shigure climbed off the floor and followed to Doctor toward the front door, away from the group.

"What's up, Doc?" Shigure asked.

"You can't force Y/N to move here." Hatori plainly replied.

"She obviously can't handle being on her own. She's still just a kid." Shigure reminded him.

"She's a kid with trauma." Hatori pointed out.

"We all have trauma, Tori." Shigure said.

"That's true, but did you see how panicked she was? Do you really think forcing her to move in here is the best idea?" Hatori asked. Shigure sighed.

"I don't know what else to do Tori. I don't want her to be alone anymore. I promised my sister I'd take care of her." Shigure spoke, running a hand through his hair.

"Shigure, look-" Hatori started but Shigure cut him off.

"I failed her before. It was my fault she got hurt. You remember how she stopped talking. Just stared off in space. She stopped eating. We thought she was going to die until my sister made the decision to move them to America. The last conversation I had with my sister, I promised I'd take care of her child. How can I do that if she's living alone? Alone outside of the compound?" Shigure said.

"I never said to drop the topic completely. I said you shouldn't force her. Convince her." Hatori said.

As the adults continued to talk, they didn't notice a pair of eavesdropping ears. Yuki stood near the top of the stairs, just out sight of the two elder Sohmas.

He was having many conflicting feelings. Yuki would never admit it out loud, but he was jealous of you. You had gotten away from the Sohmas. You had gotten away from Akito's damaging clutches. Or at least he thought you had. He hated you because he thought your life was better than his and he was jealous. Now he wasn't so sure if it was.

He silently walked toward Tohru's room to peek in. You were asleep, but you were obviously uncomfortable. You restless turned your body, subconsciously trying to find a comfortable position. He noticed the empty bowl of soup on the end table. He crept in the room to grab the bowl. When he got near you, he pulled the covers up to your shoulders and adjusted the towel on your head. That seemed to calm you down enough to make you stop moving.

He looked over your face. You looked like a young kid, so innocent.

With a deep sigh, he sat on the floor leaning his back against the bed. He closed his eyes and started speaking to you, though he knew you wouldn't hear a word he would say. "I've hated you all my life. From a young age I was taught to hate you because you were the panda. Then as we got older, I hated you more. I thought you had the perfect life. You weren't under the Sohma thumb. Not under Akito's thumb. You had a mother who cared. I thought you were evil and I hated you because why does someone evil deserve a good life while mine was terrible. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe you aren't so bad."

With that, he stood grabbing the bowl and walked out the room. When the door closed, you opened your eyes and wiped away a few stray tears.

"Maybe."

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SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend.

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all.

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his.

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing.

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer.

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast.

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink.

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you.

which reminds him…

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks.

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?"

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath.

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer.

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made.

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts.

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses.

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago.

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges.

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso.

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you.

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always.

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?"

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy."

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back.

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down.

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole.

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now.

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air.

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

"please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock.

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty."

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy."

"yes, momm — ugh."

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out.

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute.

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses.

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?"

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk.

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars.

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit.

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight.

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything.

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs.

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"

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ac3id · 5 years ago

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Plaything | 18+

plaything 0/ ?? | part 1

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 0: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation.

summary: by luck, you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt, and powerful brats who just seem to hate you, and among them, a certain red-eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 0: you reject bakugou’s proposal to fuck in the dirty boys' washroom so he teaches you a lesson.

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wordcount. 2k+

a/n: hello !! so this is like a little introduction to my yandere! bully! bakugou series fic. there’s also going to a lot of other bnha character mentions but the main pairing will be w/ baku n reader. enjoy!

“bakugou, i don’t want to do this,” your voice is weak as you bite on your lower lip, trying to stop sinful moans from leaking out of your mouth. bakugo has you bent over the cold and wet sink counter, your chest pressed against the dirty marble while your skirt is flipped over your displaying your bare, perky round ass to his stalking eyes. “who are you calling bakugo?” he spanks your ass with force, making you lose your footing as your head bumps lightly against the mirror.

“sorry, master,” you answer barely above a whisper but it’s loud enough in the empty washroom for him to hear yet he makes you repeat yourself,

“what was that, brat? i couldn’t fucking hear you.” he spanks you again, his heavy hand coming in contact with your soft ass with ferocity sending you flying off your feet.

“i am sorry, master!” you exclaim a little loudly, hoping it would satisfy him. and it does. he scoffs crudely, ghosting his fingers over your pussy lips before dipping his large fingers between them and petting your dry hole. he plays with your cunt, stroking his fingers lovingly over your little pearl, gathering wetness as he slips one finger into your hole. pumping them in and out at a slow pace. he takes his time, building up your orgasm while laughing wickedly as you try to hold in your moans. his fingers inside your cunt increase their pace as your juices start dripping down to your thighs,

“you said you don’t want this?” while his right hand destroys your cunt, his other hand wraps around your small neck. grasping it lightly, making it harder for you to breathe. “why are you dripping everywhere like a slut? hm?”

he had pulled you aside from regular classes, declaring them boring as fuck and that he wanted to do something much better like; fucking you in the boys' washroom. you denied, you told him no. you wanted to attend the lesson and besides skipping with him wouldn’t be any good to you. he was not kind to you, he was a meanie. he still insisted; telling you it’s fine, he knows the material. he can just tutor you later. no harm done, see? see?

if there was anything you hated more than being stuck in the prestigious u.a. high where everyone seemed to be out for your blood was spending time with bakugo katsuki. and being with him alone was another nightmare. he hated you. you didn’t know why, he’d never say why. you just assumed it was because of that one time you accidentally spilled coffee on him or maybe it was just because you breathed. honestly, both seemed favorable in this situation.

after many failed attempts of convincing you to come with him, he gets fed up. he pulls out his phone and shoves it into your face. his screen displays pictures of you which he had taken before and the ones which you had sent him. they are all lewd shots. pictures of you sucking him off while looking into the camera with glassy eyes illuminated the screen and as you swiped right it changed to another with the same background, lighting, and angle but the only difference being that your face was now covered with his seed while you posed for the camera with an innocent smile.

a look deeper into his gallery and you find your nudes which bakugo had forced you to take. it was necessary for you to be naked with your tits and ass being visible, he also wanted to see your face and would never settle for anything else. he never settles for anything without your face in it, makes you take those shots again and again until he’s satisfied with the results. he saves them, all of them. even the ‘bad ones' have been screenshotted and saved onto his phone for his personal use. he never tells what he uses them for but you don’t need to hear it from him. you already know he’s jerking off to each one of them every night before he goes to sleep.

it’s funny, anyone could take a look at those pictures and find out they are not photos exchanged between lovers. your expressions- no matter how hard you try, you always end up looking like you want to cry. there’s fear in your eyes and it just doesn’t feel authentic. it looks forced. like someone had put a gun to your head while you sat and took them. and well, that’s not a far-fetched idea.

he promises these are for his eyes only, “no one else gets to you like this. you are mine.” his words exactly but when his friends also start staring at you with lust-ridden eyes, you can’t help but question his words.

he blackmails you into coming with him. threatening he’d leak those pictures all around the school if you didn’t come with him as if he hadn’t already. as if your compromising photos weren’t already saved in all of your classmates’ phones anyway. bakugo should give himself a pat on the back, he’s such a great actor!

“for someone who doesn’t want this,” his demeaning, rude voice pulls you back from the dreamland you were trying to escape to. he forces you nearer to your edge, tiny whimpers leave your lips accompanied with loud moans as his fingers brush deliciously against your sweet spot. your precious cunt greedily pulls him in deeper and deeper, inviting him graciously into your womb but unfortunately, his fingers aren’t that long. but you know what is?

“you sure are dripping like a whore.” with every whimper which leaves your supple lips, bakugo feels himself get harder. his pants tighten as a bulge starts straining against his expensive, pleated bottoms. the hand prettily choking your neck detaches itself leaving you inhaling puffs of air as he works his pants off his hips. as you hear the rattling of his belt coming undone, a loud cry enough to draw attention from others outside of the room leaves your throat.

it catches bakugo off guard but nonetheless helps him get even harder, he likes to make you cry and get off to it. “why are you crying, bitch? it’s not doing you any favors here.” his fingers rub against your swollen, little pearl while lining up his fat cock to your blinking hole. “please, bakugo, don’t. i will do anything, anything else. just not this, i’ve never done this before.” you sound pathetic. your voice breaking with every word you utter. big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks while you ugly cried. bakugo almost feels sorry.

but in all honesty, he really couldn't care less about you. all your whining and crying only incite him further as ruthless ideas to break you down flood his mind. the kindest so far being him taking you right here and now but, but a sudden flash of seeing you utterly broken and in misery flashed before his eyes and he couldn’t let go of it. he wanted to see you tremble much more than you were right now. he wanted to see you cry much more than you were crying right now. Maybe he did hate you, he always pushed you around like you were his little pet of some sort to prove a point- that he is better than you. he is superior, you must respect him. you should kiss the ground he walks on, you should let yourself be his little plaything. then maybe, he’ll let you loose? who knows, he might just get even more obsessed.

as he watches you cry beneath him, your pathetic whimpers reverberating off the marble walls, a wicked idea pops into his head. he pulls his dick away from your exposed hole instead, replacing it with his fingers like before. “fine, brat.” his voice is softer, it surprises you. was he not going to rape you after all? “just because you said anything.” there it is again, the edge in his voice that makes you regret what you said. now, you know he has something worse planned for you. but it’s too late, you can’t go against your word now. you said anything, get ready to do anything. “stop squirming, i’m trying to make you cum. god knows whether you can even do that for yourself.” you most definitely can.

"a bitch like you needs someone to do everything for her.” again, you are probably the most independent student in the whole school,

“am I right, princess?” you are so wrong. “yes, master.”

no matter how crude and humiliating his words were and how much you hated his voice, you still found yourself clenching around his fingers almost ripping them off. your cunt squeezed his digits tightly as the coil building in your stomach tightened. moans of his name echoed all over the room as you felt yourself come closer. bakugo was taking his time playing with you, drawing you out making your release painfully slow as a form of revenge. you begged for him to play with your little clit so you could achieve ecstasy but he was too petty. after minutes of agonizing you to the point, there were tears streaming down your face and drool escaping your lips, falling onto the wet counter. he finally decided to flick his finger against your hardened bud. rubbing tight circles, he played with it aimlessly until he felt the gush of wetness around his fingers and the high-pitched scream which left your mouth as you came. his other hand pumped his still-hard cock. he was still pissed that he wouldn’t be able to cum inside you but it was fine for now. he had something much brutal set up in his mind for his plaything, he was aware that what he was planning might completely destroy but he figured it was worth it. much better to have a mindless slave who lives to fulfill her master’s wishes anyway.

he lets go of you, backing away with his hard cock still out and aching for relief. the huge head blushed red and leaking with pre, too bad he won’t get to finish inside of you yet. you quickly walk away from him, bending forward to search for your discarded panties. bakugo grunts at the sight of your wet pussy presenting itself to him, riling him up even more than he already was. He wastes no time pumping his cock at the sight of your exposed bottom, gasp and groans of pleasure escaping his lips,

“oi, what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, catching you sliding your panties on your legs. you turn around to face him, face burning when you are met with him stroking his cock at your movements. your eyes almost can’t leave the sight of his leaking cock, hard and begging to be played with and as much as you to admit it; it lights a fire inside you.

“stop fucking staring, you’re making it worse,” he growls and you immediately turn your eyes to his face. he smirks, “what? do you want it now? too bad, it’s too late,” he taunts. his eyes trail your body, eyebrows furrowing when he looks down your legs. “who told you to wear them,” he points at your panties between your legs. you give him a confused look, “you’re not allowed to put them on. give them to me,” he commands and panic crosses your eyes. you hesitate for a moment, debating whether you should listen to him or not. his fists clench as he glares at you, sending shivers down your spine, “what are looking at! give!” he speaks louder this time in a demanding tone as if he was scolding a little child who had picked up something from his office. your fingers tremble as you reach out to give the pink fabric to him, “leave.” what? you look at him in confusion. your big, doe eyes racking fear and anxiety. you wait for him to laugh or make a sarcastic remark about how gullible you are but it never comes. instead, he wraps your cotton panties around his cock, right in front of you, and begins jerking himself off. you are disgusted and petrified by his shameless actions, “what are you standing here for? leave. remember you said anything?” yeah, so you did. and you regret it already.

your legs tremble as you walk towards the door, pushing it open and peaking your head to check for people in the hallway. once you find it empty you walk out to the outside before sparing one last glance inside the dirty washroom. you hope for bakugo to call out to you, call you back but all you see is him cumming thick ropes into your panties while his eyes are screwed shut in ecstasy. yeah, you weren’t getting those back.

with shame and defeat written all over your face, you make your back to your classroom. your face is heated with embarrassment and humiliation as you remember you are walking around practically naked just an accident away from flashing yourself to anyone who cares to see. for the better half of the day, you walk around tugging your skirt as low as it can get. you don’t see bakugo for the rest of the day as he leaves you alone but when you do catch his eyes for a second or two, the wicked grin stretching over his features is hard to miss. He knows exactly what he is doing.

just as the day is about to end, he walks behind you squeezing your bare ass from under your skirt managing a surprised shriek from you when you feel his warm palms caress your ass pervertedly, “cute.” he whispers in your ear before turning you around and pinning you the wall. his fingers slide up your thighs moving closer to your cunt. warm digits graze over your slit earning a gasp from you, “come over, I will tutor you on the subjects you missed.” he kisses your neck, “come just like this.” he spanks your ass lightly before he leaves you be. his words are absolute and you know better than to disobey him, all of this was happening because you disobeyed him. you gather your things and walk up to his dorm room dressed just as you were before: in your school shirt, blazer, skirt, and no panties just as he wants it. when you arrive in his room you are met with his entire friend group sitting there with their books and pencils out. kaminari, kirishima and sero are not as surprised to see you as you are to see them. they greet you with happy faces which you return with a light smile.

“hey,” bakugo says with a smirk, guiding you to sit between sero and kirishima. between them the two humongous men, you feel like a child. with kirishima being tall and muscular and Sero being tall, lean and surprisingly packing a few too, makes you feel like a dwarf. you feel small and tiny in their presence and they very much notice it, sending knowing looks to one another while bakugo tries to tutor you. you know something’s up.

not a lot of studying takes place as kirishima grows impatient and slides his hand under your skirt and settles it over your cunt, rubbing his fingers on your pussy lips, occasionally pressing them on your clit. sero flips your skirt displaying your naked cunt to peering eyes. kaminari whistles, “wow, she really wasn’t wearing anything the entire day,” he comments. with one hand, Kirishima captures your wrists behind your back and pushes you on his lap. sero holds your legs to prevent you from squirming around like a dead fish, trying to break free. “so who goes first?” kaminari asks, walking over to you and crouching at your level. kirishima holds tightly with him seated on bakugo’s bed, kaminari flashes you a charming smile before his fingers run to unbutton your t-shirt, pulling your tits out of your bra. he tugs on one of your nipples while kishima’s large digits tugs on another.

“obviously me, dumbass.” bakugo barks coming closer to you. tears prick at your eyes as you beg him to stop, you tell him you’re sorry and that you will never disobey him ever again but he’s too far gone. the other men in the room might feel a little shitty about what they were going to do but there is no remorse in bakugo’s eyes. he looks at you like a predator looks at his prey, stalking about to pounce at any given second, “shut up, whore. you asked for this.” tears break loose as kirishima starts spreading your legs on command. wandering fingers rubbing at your pussy, trying to get you ready are forced to stop as bakugo declares that it must hurt for you. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“you know you should have never said no to me right? be grateful for what’s being given to you, you’re our little plaything. a cute, little slut. you don’t get to say no,” his rough fingers grab at your jaw, prying it open as he spits in your mouth. “now just shut up and take our cocks, okay?” you cry out yes but he’s not satisfied. His hand strikes against your face, your cheek stings with burning hot pain as more tears leak out of your eyes. grabbing your face harshly, he lifts it up so you’re facing him, “okay?” he repeats. you calm your breath before answering him, fear and anxiety fucking you up in dread for what’s to come.

“yes, master,” you say in the most submissive voice you make out.

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mcyt-amber-tftsmp · 4 years ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

A— Abnormal (what makes them different?)

What makes Ranbob different from you is that fact that you are human while he is not. He is a literal semi-half enderman while he he is also a semi-half unknown hybrid. He finds himself pretty dangerous to you since he thinks that one day he will harm you in some way and it's just gonna make him fill up with so much guilt.

B— Bad Habits (what bad habits do they have?)

Ranbob has a bad habit of scratching his arms which results in many new scars and sometimes he would actually scratch so much that it will start bleeding. This would actually worry you a lot about him thinking why he does it but you do know it pains him a lot and would help him patch it up.

C— Crying (what makes them cry?)

The only thing that makes Ranbob cry is when he has nightmares about you dying in different ways which could either be by his own hands or by something or someone else. This does cause him to wake up with a jolt and there was a time when he accidentally woke you up by jolting too much from a nightmare and this made you worried and comforted him.

D— Death (How do they die? With family or alone? How does their partner find out?)

Ranbob's death was basically a cause of his enderwalk state which he couldn't control and he was slightly out of control but one side of him was fighting to escape it and the only way was to kill himself off which you didn't want but you had to let it happen. It would be a pretty selfish act for him considering he will be leaving you but the one thing he will know is that you are safe and that's what matters the most but you wouldn't even leave his dead body and just continue crying in place.

E— Emotion (what's the emotion they tend to push away the most?)

Ranbob tends to push away his fears the most. He doesn't want you to worry and there are times when he would let fear come back to him and he hates showing it a lot in front of you but you keep telling him not to considering we all fear something but Ranbob has his reasons.

F— Frustrated (how much would it take to push them off the edge?)

If you annoy Ranbob when he's not having a good day to the point he breaks, he will lash out completely and would attack without thinking and when he sees you hurt his anger will wash away and get replaced with fear and regret and would apologize so many times that he would just start crying.

G— Gullible (who are they most gullible to and why?)

Himself. Ranbob has changed for the better because of you and he thinks he can just let go off his past mistakes and move on. But that's where he is wrong considering he has voices sometimes saying negative things and reminding him off his past wrong doings. He knows he did those things and he has no excuse for it. He hates himself for this.

H— Humiliation (someone says something humiliating about them)

"Freak!"

He basically knew that it was directed at him but he looked like he didn't care on the outside but on the inside he was slightly hurt. He doesn't show it. You on the other hand who was with him and heard someone yell this out to him were not having it and gave out a snarky reply to the man that legit shut him up. Ranbob's happy that you stood up for him but deep down he's still hurt and you can tell he is behind that indifferent expression.

I— Insecure (what are their insecurities?)

How he looks. Honestly he looks like he doesn't care but his insecurities have a way of crawling back to him about how he looks. I mean he is slightly scary at first which he isn't a fan of but he's actually a nice guy once you get to know him but it's still a thing for him which he can't let go at all.

J— Jealous (what makes them feel jealous?)

When someone flirts with you. He will literally glare down at the person by holding your waist and standing behind you while he looks at the person flirting dead in the eye and he is like a few seconds away from killing them too if they don't hurry up and run.

K— Knife (how do they feel about hurting others?)

Ranbob used to hurt whoever came to Mizu cause he did kill a lot of people who previously came before you did. Now he just doesn't like it but there are times when he looks at a sword he gets weird hallucinations of it being slightly covered in blood and it will really throw him off and make him drop it before picking it up later on.

L— Love (who was their first love? Was it returned? How did it end?)

Well his first and last love would be you and yes it was returned and you guys are still in a relationship with each other. Ranbob loves you dearly but fears he will hurt you. You love him a lot more than he knows.

M— Mindfulness (what calms them down when they're feeling anxious or depressed?)

When Ranbob holds onto you or when you hug him, all his anxiousness goes away and it also helps him come from his depressive episodes. Usually it would sometimes be the other way but it also come in this way too.

N— Nightmare (do they have them? How often? What's their reaction, and what are they about?)

Ranbob has nightmares most of the time but not all the time and they would mostly be about you either leaving him or dying in his hands or some other way and he always jolts awake with small tears forming in his eyes and would look around to see that you are safe and not harmed and that's what calms him down but he is slightly scared to fall asleep again but he does anyways with zero nightmares.

O— Obsess (what they're obsessed with that you might judge them for? What's their "weird" obsession?)

The fact that Ranbob legitimately looks up to Dream and that Dream is his idol he just thinks that the way he worships him may weird you out but you don't find it weird at all but he just thinks otherwise without your knowledge. I wouldn't say he's obsessed but it looks like it in front of other people.

P—Pressure (what stresses them out to the breaking point?)

Blood happens to stress him out to his breaking point cause it always reminds him of how he killed people with no mercy and it just makes him lose it sometimes that he would break down at times with his negative voices throwing in things altogether.

Q— Quirks (what's one of their quirks they consider a flaw that you like?)

Sometimes Ranbob feels like having heterochromia is a flaw considering not many people have them and the fact that's it's pretty uncommon but you seem to love them and would always find them pretty which would make Ranbob smile knowing you love them and he tries to like them too.

R— Repressed (what memories do they repress or they wish they could forget?)

Ranbob wants to forget his wrong doings from the past where he killed off the many people that came down here but it just seems to come crawling back to him and he hates it and just wants it gone for good.

S— Sorrow (would they feel empty after the death of a loved one?)

Ranbob would completely shut down after he sees you die in front of him. He would just cry for hours and would blame himself for not being able to help your nor protect you at all and the guilt happens to increase and eats him up bad.

T— Time (what if they had a limited time to live?)

Ranbob would make the most out of it by being with you. He would do anything in his power to do the things you love and go on out for walks and other things you both love doing together. He would hate to leave you alone when his time is up and you would just be felling empty without him.

U— Umbrage (what pisses them off? What offends them?)

What pisses him off the most is when people flirt with you cause it makes him jealous and would be on the verge of killing them. At this point nothing offends him but if someone says something offensive about him, he won't hesitate to bring out that netherite sword and scare the person off.

V— Vent (how do they let things out after a bad day?)

When it comes to venting out things after a bad day, Ranbob would stay away from you as far as possible so he doesn't hurt you at all considering the way he lets out his anger is by punching things like the wall or sometimes throwing something which won't break. It does scare you a bit but you would cautiously come up to him and hug him to make him calm down which works well.

W— Weakness (what is their personal weakness?)

Ranbob's weakness would be you but not in a bad way or anything. If something were to happen to you, he would become pretty vulnerable. He would do anything in his power to protect you even if it meant sacrificing himself in order to do that.

X— X-Double-Minus (random sad headcanon)

One time, Ranbob was venting out his anger like a lot like he usually does but this time it was a bit too much. You on the other hand tried to calm him down but he was slightly blinded with anger that he accidentally pushed you away by clawing your cheek made you fall backwards on the floor slightly hard but not so much. Ranbob's anger immediately washed away once he saw what he did and all that got replaced with fear, regret and guilt which cause him to apologize so many times and a panic attack. You came up to him and hugged him to calm him down and tell him that it's alright and that you know he never meant it which slightly helps.

Y— Yearn (what is one thing they want that they know they can't have?)

The one thing Ranbob wants is to reverse time and fix his mistakes but he knows that it's impossible and he has to live with the amount of guilt and regret he has with him. But he knows he has you that will help him along the way.

Z— Zoophobia (is there any animal/bug/creature that scares them?)

Ranbob is legitimately an enderman hybrid and what bugs do endermen despise or gets scared off? The answer is endermites. He's not a huge fan of them in general and is kind of glad that they don't exist anywhere near him cause if it did he would lose it.

#ranbob #ranbob x reader #ranbob x y/n #ranbob x you #tales from the smp #alphabets #angst #angst alphabet #mcyt #dream smp #lost city of mizu

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kat-tamin · 4 years ago

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i’m here in your arms

Requested by @appley11, it’s reader’s first time pleasuring Kat. Part of the i’m here series: Part One, Part Two

Ship: Kat x Benson!Reader

Warnings: Smut: Oral

Word Count: 1208

So, Kat was amazing. In every part of your relationship, she was the absolute best. Your dates were beautiful and fun. Your nights were intimate and sexy.

You were in love with her, no doubt about it. You told her over and over, and she was always quick to say it back. Then she would touch you, and you would explode.

Perfect. Amazing. Spectacular.

You just felt a little guilty. See, you have been having regular, mind-blowing sex for weeks, but not once had you made Kat orgasm. You hadn’t even tried.

You had offered, of course. You couldn't always be on the receiving end, that wasn’t fair. But Kat would throw out phrases like: “service top” and “your pleasure is my pleasure”.

It brought up a lot of convoluted feelings for you. You were happy because of your continued orgasms. You were guilty because you never reciprocated. You were self-conscious, like maybe Kat doesn’t want you to touch her. You were worried that you weren’t enough for Kat.

That last thought was major. Basically any time you saw Kat talk to any girl, anxiety would flare up at the back of your mind. At any point in time, Kat could leave you for someone else, someone who could make her feel as good as she made you feel.

You didn’t bring these feelings up to anyone, not even your mom. It was ugly and embarrassing. You’d much rather keep your thoughts to yourself. No one likes a needy, desperate girl.

You’d push away those feelings of self-hate, and focus on the things you could control, namely: sex.

You had done a lot of research. Novels, videos, articles, all about how to pleasure a woman. You thank God for whoever invented the delete history button, because it was a bit embarrassing. Most of the articles were directed towards men, but you did find a few queer friendly websites with honest, practical answers.

The main thing you took away from your research: talk to Kat. Ask her what she wants. Listen to what she says in the moment.

You may not feel confident about your abilities, but you were a good student and a quick learner. You would be able to make Kat cum. You couldn't wait.

“I want to make you feel good,” you say to Kat, still breathing heavily after she had made you cum multiple times. You were too sensitive to keep going, but Kat looked like she could keep devouring you.

Kat traces a hand over your bare chest, making your nipples pebble under her touch. “I told you, babe, you don’t need to. I’m good just making you feel good.”

“I want to taste you,” you say. You widen your eyes, activating your best puppy-dog eyes. “Please.”

Kat laughs, her cheeks turning pink. “You’re literally begging to make me orgasm?”

“Yes.” Your voice turns husky, aroused. “Please cum on my face.”

That statement gets an interesting reaction. You hear Kat’s breath hitch, her pupils grow bigger. You would bet anything that the space between her legs was wet. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

Kat lays down, and you climb above her, dipping your head to capture her lips with yours. Kissing Kat was the best; you could do it for hours, your tongues tangling together. It was hard to draw back, to move your head further down.

You draw your tongue along her ear, down her neck, to the space that met her shoulder. You suck the skin in between your teeth, leaving a nice welt for her to cover up tomorrow morning.

You skip the rest of the foreplay, too excited to get to the main event. You settle between her thighs, her knees tented, feet flat against the bed.

For the first time in your relationship, you are face to face with Kat’s cunt. Your eyes widen as you take it in, saliva collecting in your mouth. You peek over Kat’s body, and say: “You’re so beautiful.”

All your research didn’t prepare you enough for the sensory overload you were receiving. You could smell Kat’s juices, musky and slightly sour. Her lower lips were already slick with wetness. Her clit was already swollen with need. Above you, you could hear Kat’s erratic breathing, like she was on the edge of a cliff, nervous about what was about to happen.

Her thigh was soft against your cheek, and you can’t help yourself from pressing small kisses to her skin.

“Y/N,” Kat says with a slight whine. She didn’t want to push you, but you knew what she wanted, what she was saying without words.

“Tell me,” you whisper. You glance up at her. “Tell me. Teach me.”

She nods, licks her dry lips. Her hands fist the sheets below her. “Start slow. Build up to it.”

You turn back to her pussy, and hesitantly press a kiss to her clit.

Kat inhales loudly, her legs reflexively tightening around your head.

Your tongue moves to her entrance, and you taste her for the first time. You have to stifle a gasp as her wetness coats your mouth. She tastes delicious; a distinct, indescribable flavour. All your taste buds seem to come alive.

It was like a lightbulb turned on. You get it now. You get why Kat loves this so much. Your tongue swipes up and down her slit, maybe too eager when you accidentally hit her clit a bit too hard.

Kat hisses, her hand moving to push your head away. “Y/N, slow down.”

You move your head back, pressing an apologetic kiss to her pubic bone. “Sorry, sorry!”

You take a deep breath, tapering back your excitement. You think about what you like, the moves Kat pulls that turn you on.

Your tongue moves to her clit, and over so gently suck it into your mouth. Faintly, you hear Kat moan above you. The sound spurns you on, confidence growing. You circle her clit with your tongue, every so often pressing your mouth fully over her bud.

Kat’s thighs grow tighter and tighter around your head with every swipe of your tongue. “I’m, fuck, I’m close!”

You could tell. Something changes under your tongue, her scent growing bolder, her taste getting stronger in your mouth.

Kat shouts, a dam breaking, wetness coating your face, so fucking delicious, you can’t stop drinking it in, trying to catch every drop in your mouth. You keep your face there, letting her ride out her aftershocks, following her lead from prior experiences.

Her legs fall down, releasing you from their trap. You sit up, rubbing at your aching neck. You lick your lips, the parts of your cheeks you can reach. You move up Kat’s body, collapsing next to her. “Good?”

“So good, babe.” Kat kisses you deeply, tasting herself on your tongue.

“Well, I had a good teacher.” You smile against her lips, squeezing her hand.

“Thank you,” Kat says, snuggling down on her pillow, pulling you into her chest.

“I meant the internet, but you’re good too, I guess.”

She pinches your ass, making you giggle. You quickly fall asleep together, your limbs tangled in the sheets. Her taste is still in your mouth, and you’re already dreaming about the next time.

#kat tamin #kat tamin x reader #kat tamin fanfic #fanfic #svu #smut #i'm here tag

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possiamo-andare · 5 years ago

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Liar: JJ Maybank

JJ x Reader

(gif made by @rudypankows )

MASTERLIST

word count: over 9k (haha)

a/n: this is very angsty and I barely edited because it's so long. I'm so sorry in advance, the ending kinda sucks. I hope y'all like it tho!

description: this is a one part imagine, involving JJ and the reader (y/n). The reader and JJ meet at a beach party one night and start sleeping with eachother, but only staying friends. Soon, they fall for eachother and a sexual relationship turns into a romantic one. But JJ is hiding something and once it is revealed, will they ever be the same?

You rarely lied. As a kid, you would get hives when you lied to someone; your guilty conscience affecting your body. Lying was typically a very hard thing for you to do. It meant you were betraying someone's trust, and since you couldn't bear upsetting anyone, you couldn't lie. It got you in trouble all the time but your inability to lie was also your greatest strength. People appreciate your honesty and found your personality magnetic.

With that being said, you lied that night and it didn't even hurt you.

He had looked so good, you told yourself that. That was the problem. He had just looked so damn good that night at the beach almost anyone would lie to themselves to get him. Even just a taste.

You wanted to ignore him at first. Maybe if you didn't care enough, he wouldn't notice you. Because, god, if he noticed you, then he'd come over and then you couldn't promise anything. So, you averted your gaze and instead paid attention to Kie as she spoke, telling you about the newest charity she was saving money to donate to. You had, once in a while, glanced his way but he had always been looking somewhere else so you thought that he hadn't noticed your stares. Until, you had accidentally looked his way when he was watching you. You knew it was an honest mistake and something that eventually would've happened since you were looking so often, but you were embarrassed nonetheless. You were trying to convince yourself he didn't even notice you when he walked your way. You felt his eyes burning into you and you mustered every ounce of self control you had and didn't look at him as he walked closer and closer to you and Kie.

When he finally approached, he spoke to Kie first. "Hey Kie." His eyes drifted towards you again, this time a smirk evident on his face. Him watching you made you shift uncomfortably. You knew he was taking you all in.

Kie smiled at him and briefly hugged him. Then she looked at you, a nervous smile on your face, as she introduced you. "This is my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is JJ."

You nodded towards JJ. "Hi." That name sounded familiar but you couldn't quite remember. You went to the same school as Kie, you being a Pogue but getting a scholarship to the academy. You were an intelligent individual but you knew, when it came to boys, you were just about the dumbest person in the world. You'd probably sell your left kidney just for a kiss with this boy you had never met before. It was dumb, but you were a teenager and hopefully would grow out of it.

"Hey, nice to meet you." He extended his hand for you to shake.

You looked down at it and shook it, electricity coursing through your veins.

"What's your last name?"

JJ smirked, sizing you up once more. "Maybank."

JJ Maybank. You had heard about JJ and the things you heard didn't necessarily put a good taste in your mouth. But who were you to judge? Besides he was hot, and you doubted he would ever go for you. This was a harmless feeling.

Except it wasn't. One second, you were talking to JJ about surfing and the next second he was asking if you'd like to come back to his place. It had all happened so fast you were sure you had misunderstood him when he spoke. But then he asked you again and you were surprised. What surprised you even more was that you said yes.

"This is a one time thing." You lied to JJ, untying your shoes at his doorway.

He removed his shirt, pushing his hair out of his face. "Okay." He was smirking at you as you undressed, almost as if he didn't believe what you said.

You believed yourself that night, but soon came to realize that was so far from the truth. That one night had been amazing and you had thought that would be it. But it was not that easy. It never was with JJ. Before you knew it, only a week later, you saw him again. This time with a brunette leaning against him.

You had been invited by Kie again to meet John B. and Pope. You had gladly decided to come, partly because you wanted to meet Kie's other friends and also because you knew JJ would be there. But you hadn't expected him to be kissing someone else. Although you wanted it to be you, you knew that wasn't possible. Besides, why did you care? You were not gonna let some blonde Pogue mess with you. It was one night. It was amazing, but you had told him never again.

Then, it happened again. You were talking to John B. about helping him fix his car when, out of nowhere, JJ entered the conversation. He stood beside you and barely spoke but you felt his presence and that was enough. Once you and him were alone again, the conversation was short.

"Hey." He stated, matter-of-factly.

"Hi." You replied, pushing the hair out of your face.

"Didn't think I'd see you here." JJ smirked, taking a few steps closer to you. You remembered how harshly you swallowed. Boys like JJ rarely made you nervous.

"Well I am." You said defensively. You weren't about to let this boy play you. "Sorry I interrupted your fun with the brunette. What's her name?"

JJ chuckled. "Lacey. And you ruined nothing. To be honest, I wish it was you."

And then, that was it. Again, for the second time, you were in JJ's bed. Your clothes had been torn off before your body had even hit the bed. Shortly after JJ's were too. You barely had time to think, let alone speak but you managed to in between kisses.

"This is the last time." You smirked, both of you now knowing you were lying.

You wished you weren't lying that night. You wished you hadn't slept with JJ again. Maybe, you thought, everything that happened after would've been easier.

After that second night, you and JJ started a relationship. He wasn't your boyfriend, he made that clear to you. You hadn't really wanted him to be anyways. You had just gotten out of a long term relationship and didn't want your heart broken. You chose the wrong guy again because JJ loved breaking hearts. He did it for fun.

The rules were simple. You'd only call each other at night and you would leave right after. No real conversations, no love, just sex. And for a month, that was easy enough. You needed him during that month as much as he needed you. You weren't looking for something serious, just to fool around. You were sick and tired of commitment and heartbreak and just wanted to relax and have fun. JJ never had commitments and enjoyed the company. He hadn't had a girlfriend in ages and there was rarely a girl who wanted this kind of relationship. He was really happy to know that you were that type of girl. And he believed that as long as you continued to be that type of girl, this could go on forever.

Except it didn't.

You weren't really sure when everything changed but if you had to guess, you'd say it was the night he climbed through your bedroom window.

Your parents were out on a date night when you heard tapping on your window. At first you thought it was the tree outside your room but when it persisted, you decided to look for yourself. That's where you found JJ, leaning against your window sill. In a moment of shock, you opened the window and pulled him through. You were so shocked to see him mostly because the rules had been that if he wanted to have sex, he had to call you first. You had just been on your phone and since you hadn't gotten a call or text, you wondered why he was here in the first place. You were so shocked to see him here you almost didn't see his face. But once you did, you couldn't look away.

As he took a seat on the edge of your bed, you gasped. Not only was his face covered in blood and open wounds, he clutched his right side, as if he had broken a rib. You didn't hate blood, you hated the smell. To you, blood smelled like old iron and it made you nauseous. You probably would've become a doctor if it wasn't for the fact that the smell of blood made you nauseous. Maybe it was all the adrenaline of seeing JJ outside your window or the fact that he was badly beaten up, but you didn't feel nauseous when you smelled the blood coming off him. Your mind was too busy to remember to be nauseous.

You went to sit beside him, your hand coming to touch his face. "JJ..." The second your hand touched his cheek, he winced and pulled away.

"My dad got drunk." JJ stated, looking at his feet. He was clearly embarrassed and when you didn't speak, he continued. "I didn't know where to go. John B. is with Sarah and I don't wanna bother Pope or Kie."

You nodded. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up."

You knew JJ's dad was a deadbeat father. Everyone in OBX did. When he wasn't gambling, he was getting piss drunk in his home. A lot of people believed that JJ would bear the brunt of his father's alcoholism but you didn't want to believe it. You didn't want to believe that a father hurt his only child. Your parents weren't the best, being Pogues they rarely parented and you were frequently left to your own devices, but they never laid a finger on you. You didn't want to believe someone as seemingly happy as JJ would be suffering from physical abuse behind closed doors. Now, you knew it to be true.

You wanted to cry for JJ. But you stayed strong and fixed him the best you could. You got some disinfectant and a cloth, with tons and tons of bandages and got to work. First, you washed his face. As the water cleansed his face, your sink started to look like a crime scene. The amount of blood that went down the drain almost made you think that people's water was gonna start to taste like iron. Once his face was washed, you realized that there were only really two big gashes on his face. One, right over his cheek and the other on his forehead. With some disinfectant and bandages, you knew it would heal in a couple of weeks. As for JJ, you didn't know if he would heal.

"This is gonna hurt." You said as you held the cloth you soaked in disinfectant. JJ was sitting on the edge of your bathtub as you spoke to him.

He nodded. "Got any liquor?"

You smiled, shaking your head. "Sorry."

JJ sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "It's whatever."

And with that, you started to disinfect his wounds. At first, he was wincing but the more you cleaned, the less he did. Finally, when the two wounds on his face were clean, you put three bandages on each wound. Then, you moved onto his side, where he was clutching it tenderly. You knew that this was way out of your area of expertise but you wanted to help the best you could. And you knew JJ would never agree to go to a hospital.

"You gotta take off your shirt." You stated, pointing to the bloody shirt he still was wearing.

JJ smirked, looking down. "You want me right now?"

You couldn't help but smile. Even in this state, he could make you laugh. How was he so strong? "No. I need to see if you're hurt anywhere else."

JJ nodded, still smirking as he lifted his shirt over his head. "Anything to see me naked."

You were about to counter with a snarky remark, but you never got the chance. Your breath was caught in your throat when you saw what was underneath JJ's shirt. Where he was clutching his side, was a large purple bruise that expanded through his entire side. It was horrendous and you knew it would turn black before it started to heal but that wasn't even the worst of it. There were smaller bruises all over his stomach and back. They were small but you could tell they were large before and were just starting to heal. You wondered how you didn't see them before. It was dark when you were together but it couldn't have been that dark. Granted, you weren't really looking out to see if there was bruising but you couldn't believe that you had missed these before.

You were silent for minutes and finally, JJ spoke. "I never wanted you to see them. That's why I want to only see you at night."

You looked to JJ's face, his expression unreadable. Although he was expressionless, you were not. Your face was in a deep frown and there were tears pooling in your eyes, threatening to spill over any moment. You wanted to speak, but you didn't know what you could say. What was there to say?

Finally, you found your voice. "JJ..." Your voice was weak and soft, filled with emotion. You reached for his hand but when he realized you were about to cry, he pulled away.

"No," he said defiantly. "Don't get emotional. I'm fine." He was acting so strong. Why?

You nodded, blinking back tears. You refused to cry. "I'll get you some ice. Go lay on my bed."

You barely looked at JJ in the face as you left the bathroom to go get ice. This was too much for you, and it seemed like another normal Saturday night for JJ. You couldn't decide whether to feel so bad for him or angry that he wasn't letting you cry. You knew he was holding back tears, just like you, but he resented that you wanted to cry. You knew you weren't strong like JJ. All this time, all those beatings, and you would've cracked. You would've ran away or worse, but JJ kept going back. That night, your opinion of JJ changed.

The rest of the night consisted of you icing JJ's side and not speaking. You tried to get him to talk but he refused. You started with asking him about why his dad was doing this and for how long but he wouldn't answer you. Then you asked what had happened this time but he didn't want to talk about it. He complained he was tired and just wanted to sleep. You knew this was breaking a rule, but you cuddled beside him, laying your head in his chest to hear his heartbeat. He seemed way more calm when you were beside him.

Finally, after an hour of trying to get him to talk, you spoke for the last time. "Why'd you come to me?"

JJ shrugged one of his shoulders, the other one not moving because it was under your body. "I trust you."

You were shocked but too tired to say anything. You just laid there with him, hoping that you helped take some of the pain away. You hoped you had made some type of difference but you knew that with JJ, you were never sure.

After that night, things were different. JJ started calling you less and less and when you called him, he started making up more excuses. Sometimes you both went a week without speaking to each other and then he blamed it on how busy he was. You rarely hooked up, and when you did, it felt different. There was way more kissing and the kissing was more passionate and longer. Before, you had raced to take your clothes off and now, you let JJ make the first move. You felt different and at first, you thought it was because you felt closer to JJ. He had come to you in a time of need and you now were considered friends. That's why you thought it felt different. But then, JJ started acting very differently and you knew it wasn't just you. He would stay with you afterwards. He used to get dressed before you had time to catch your breath but now, he lingered on your bed and near you. You knew he wanted to stay the night but didn't know how to ask. And you were scared to tell him to stay. You didn't want to scare him.

JJ was not the relationship type of guy but that's basically what you were. You had stopped sleeping with anyone else entirely after that night and focused solely on thinking of JJ. You knew what a crush felt like and you knew that you were developing feelings for JJ. But, it was so hard for you to know if he felt the same way. Sometimes, you were sure he felt the same way. There were days where he couldn't keep his hands off you and was so passionate you couldn't stop smiling. Then there were other days where he wouldn't text you back and didn't answer your calls. You weren't sure if he was sleeping with other girls but you didn't want to ask. If he was, you knew it would hurt you.

Three days before the incident, JJ was having one of those days where he wasn't talking to you. You had texted him to ask him if he was going to Kie's party tonight but he only read it and didn't respond. You had just seen each other the night before and he was so loving and passionate that you thought for sure he felt the same. He had even stayed to cuddle afterward and talk to you about his day. You were smiling and laughing with each other and you were starting to feel like a real couple. Now, he wasn't responding to a simple question you asked. You felt so defeated. You couldn't tell what he was feeling and you felt like you were being strung along. You wanted to sit down and talk to him but you knew JJ and he didn't like that type of stuff. For JJ to even say he was happy was a lot since he rarely talked about his emotions.

That day, you felt used. You knew he was playing you. You convinced yourself, in that moment, that if he likes you he would've already told you. You convinced yourself he didn't like you. You told yourself, if he came to Kie's party, you would ignore him all night and talk to some other guy. There was no reason to wait around for someone who didn't appreciate you.

So, as you got ready for Kie's party, you turned off your phone. If he was gonna try to call or text you, you would make sure you couldn't see it. It would be way too tempting to keep your phone open. As you buttoned your shorts, you continued to tell yourself that this was for your own good. There's no point in being with someone who couldn't even decide if they liked you or not.

When you got to Kie's party, you instantly looked for alcohol. If you wanted to distract yourself, alcohol was your best option right now. You were halfway done with your second cup when Kie found you.

"Hey honey." She said, slowly taking the drink out of your hands. You fought her grasp for a second but when she started to glare at you, you let the cup go.

You plastered on a fake smile. "Hi Kie."

She threw out the remainder of your drink before hugging you tightly. "You're gonna need to be sober tonight."

You frowned, your brain already a bit foggy. "Why?"

Kie let go of you, glancing at the beach for a moment before looking back at you. "Rafe is here."

You wanted to gasp, but it came out more as a hiccup. Unfortunately, Rafe was your ex. You were together for a year before he cheated on you with someone else. You and Rafe had many great memories together but they were all tainted by the fact that he had cheated on you. Kie had told you from the beginning that a Pogue and a Kook dating was not a good idea but you were dumb and did it anyways. The good thing about Kie is that she never said I told you so. She just hugged you until you stopped crying. Now, you had to face Rafe for the first time since you broke up months ago.

Surprisingly, you reacted normally. You shrugged, looking behind you to John B., who was handling the keg. "JB! Can ya get me another cup?"

John B. looked over to Kie, who was glaring at him. John B. knew not to mess with Kie. He then looked back to you and shook his head. "Sorry."

You frowned, glaring at Kie. "Seriously?"

Kie just smirked. "You need to be on your best behavior."

You shrugged, a devilish idea popping onto your mind. "I will."

Kie frowned. "I know that look."

You smiled, the idea in your head about to turn into a reality. "Step aside."

Kie shook her head but you were quick to push her away and walk ahead of her, straight in the direction of Rafe. Kie followed behind you, pleading for you not to talk to him. You had never resolved your problems with Rafe and you knew that was something he wanted to do. So, in an effort to get a rise out of JJ, you were gonna talk to Rafe. You knew he was somewhere at this party and if he saw you and his nemesis speaking again, you hoped he would cause a scene. It was a shitty thing to do but it was the only way to know how JJ truly felt about you.

Once you got closer to the ocean, you spotted Rafe. He was sipping on a red cup, probably filled with beer, as he talked to Topper. When he saw you, he almost spit out his drink. You locked eyes for a moment before Kie stepped in front of you, blocking your view of him.

"No way. He cheated Y/N." Kie said, grabbing a hold of your hand.

You nodded. "I know."

Kie had a confused look on her face. "Then why talk to him?"

You looked over her shoulder and started to watch as Rafe made his way over to you. "Because of JJ."

Kie looked even more confused for a moment but then caught on. She had only suspected that there was something going on between the two of you but had no proof. Your omission right there was enough proof.

"Don't do this." Kie argued again, trying to convince you that this entire situation was a bad idea. She had seen what a jealous JJ was capable of and she knew if he felt even some feelings for you, this would not end well.

"If JJ can't admit his feelings towards me, I'll just talk to someone you will." You said to Kie, finally looking away from her one last time.

Right behind Kie stood Rafe. The red cup in his hand before was now gone and he was smiling at you. He had come tonight knowing you'd probably be here. He knew he had made a mistake and was willing to fix it between the two of you. You were always such a good girlfriend and he missed hanging out with you. He hoped you were open to fixing things too.

"Hey." Rafe said, causing Kie to turn around. She took one look at Rafe and rolled her eyes before looking back at you. You smiled at her and she sighed, walking away. Kie was done. If this is what you wanted, there was no way to stop you.

"Hi Rafe." You giggled, twirling your hair around your finger. You needed to be extra flirty with Rafe. The more you acted like you still liked him, you hoped the more upset JJ would be.

"I wanted to talk to you. I hoped we could talk about what happened." He said, stepping closer to you.

You nodded, holding back a gag. Truth be told, there was nothing on this earth that could make you like Rafe again. "Sure."

"I just wanna say how fucking sorry I am." Rafe began, grabbing your hand. You wanted to flinch but you didn't. "I was such a fool and I realize that now. I want you back Y/N."

You smiled, pretending to be happy with what he was saying. To be honest, you wanted to gag. The boy had cheated on you for half of your relationship with a girl that, as far as you knew, he was still seeing. There was no way in hell you would ever take him back. He didn't have to know that. You felt like it was justice now. Maybe Rafe was getting what he deserved.

Before you could speak and tell Rafe you were willing to give him a chance, you felt two hands on your arm. The hands grabbed where Rafe was holding your arm and ripped you both away. You recognized the person immediately. It was JJ, and he was fuming. He barely even looked at you as he made his way to stand in front of you, standing in between you and Rafe.

JJ turned to you, his brows furrowed and his jaw set. "What the hell are you doing?"

You rolled your eyes. "Just talking to Rafe."

Rafe moved from behind JJ to beside him. He grabbed a hold of JJ's shoulder and tried to move him. JJ didn't budge, still glaring at you. You knew it was working. Finally, you had some type of answer. JJ had unresolved feelings for you. Now, he just had to admit it.

"Why?" JJ questioned, glaring at Rafe for a moment before looking to you again. Although he was mad, you could tell his expression softened when he looked at you.

Before you could speak, Rafe grabbed a hold of JJ's shoulders and pushed him away from me. Then, Rafe spoke. "We're trying to work shit out."

JJ moved out of the way but only enough for Rafe to squeeze forward. You kept your eyes on JJ, who was now beyond confused. Rafe was speaking to you again but you tuned him out and watched as JJ tried to figure out why the hell you would want to work things out with Rafe. Finally, it seemed to click. When it did, JJ grabbed your hand and pulled you away from Rafe. Your hand felt as if it was on fire and you wanted to smile so badly but you kept the frown on your face. Rafe tried to follow you but JJ stood in front of him so your eyes were only on JJ's now.

As you looked into his eyes, he grabbed a hold of your shoulders and brought you close to him. "If you want to know how I feel, just ask me."

Rafe spoke up now. "What the fuck are you -"

"Rafe!" You spoke up, glaring at Rafe for a moment. You tore your gaze away from JJ for a moment only to finally give Rafe a piece of your mind. "I'd only get back together with you if we were the last two people on earth, and maybe not even then."

Rafe was taken aback. He had definitely not thought you were going to act so rude but you could care less. "JJ..." Rafe began to say but JJ ignored him. You didn't know why Rafe was so confused by JJ's reaction but you didn't care. JJ was about to tell you how he felt and that was all that mattered.

There was nothing for Rafe to say to make you like him and he knew it. So, with that, he turned and left. Finally, your eyes were back on JJ.

"You have to tell me." You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

JJ smirked, cupping your face in his hands. "You have to ask me."

You rolled your eyes. "How do you feel?"

JJ smiled this time, pulling you closer. "I like you Y/N. A lot."

You smiled back, wanting to scream for joy. Finally, there was no more confusion. "I like you too. A lot."

Finally, the two of you kissed. There was no more confusion or lies. It was just you and JJ, kissing. This kiss was different. It was full of promises. You liked each other, for real now, and you were not afraid to admit it. This is what it felt like to kiss someone you liked you, wholeheartedly. Someone who wanted you. Someone who cared. It had been so long since you had kissed someone who had cared about you.

That weekend before the incident, was probably the best weekend of your life. It was just you and JJ the entire weekend. The first two days were spent at your house. You just stayed together, half naked, talking and laughing and watching tv. There was no drama or confusion. It was just you and him. The kisses felt so real. The feelings felt so good. You felt a little more whole. You felt as though JJ felt the same. Those two days at your house were not only passionate but they were also a time where you got to know one another. This entire time, the both of you didn't know much about each other. Those two days in your house were spent getting to know each other. You learned that JJ loved fixing cars and wanted to own a hot tub one day. You knew his favourite colour and his favourite sport. And finally he opened up about his dad. When the abuse began, when it got worse and even what instigated his father that night he came to your house. You didn't cry and neither did he. You just soaked in his words and let him say his peace before comforting. JJ had opened up to you more in those two days than he had since he met you. You knew why. It was because you finally were a couple and he finally could be honest with someone. To JJ, it was the best feeling in the world. But, even as he spoke to you, he knew he was lying between his teeth.

The third day, you both had been at JJ's house. His dad had gone south for the weekend to gamble so you and JJ decided to get some fresh air and stay in his backyard for the day. There was only one lawn chair in his backyard but you both made it work. JJ sat down on it as you sat on his lap and cuddled onto him. For a couple of hours, you just laid there with him, talking at different times about everything. You felt so free now and you believed JJ felt the same. You knew it was because everything was out in the open. Everything had been said and anything that hadn't was still being developed. Even if it was just you and JJ laying on a chair, you still felt excited. You were with JJ and not scared anymore. You knew how he felt and it just felt so good to be wanted. It had felt like it had been a lifetime since you felt wanted.

When the sun finally set, you knew you had to say goodbye. Your parents were probably worried for you and JJ's dad would be back the next morning. The weekend was coming to an end and you were so upset. You and JJ had been in this bubble the entire weekend and you didn't want to break it. It was so hard to say goodbye. It took you and JJ ten minutes to say goodbye. You made plans to see each other tomorrow but it still felt like such a long time. You stood on JJ's front lawn for ten minutes, kissing and hugging each other until you were the first to pull away. You knew if you didn't get home soon, your parents would ground you.

"I gotta go." You whined as JJ kissed you again.

He wasn't letting you go. "No."

You pried away from his grip. You didn't want to leave. Being with JJ always made you feel better, even more so now. "I gotta. I'll see you tomorrow."

Finally, JJ lets you leave. With one last kiss, you turn away from him and walk away. As you walk down JJ's block, there's an evident smile on your face. You probably look like a crazy woman to the neighbours but you could care less. It had been a long road, through so much confusion, but you finally were with JJ.

You thought back to the time when you first met JJ. You had promised him it was a one time thing and you knew it was a lie. It felt like years ago when you first met him when in reality, it had only been a couple of months. You pictured his face the first time you met him. He had the devilish smirk on his face and his pupils were dilated. You remembered how you felt, and it didn't compare to how you felt now. You had never felt this strong about someone in ages and it felt so good to be appreciated. You had known that night, whether you'd admit it or not, that JJ was going to change your life. You had texted Kie that night and told her -

Your phone.

As you made your way onto the steps of your house, you remembered you forgot your phone at JJ's house. Dammit. You sighed and opened your front door, hoping your parents would let you go back quickly to get it.

Thankfully, your parents were sitting in your living room when you entered your house. They greeted you quietly but you told them you can't stay because they remembered you forgot your phone at Kie's house. You had told them you were at Kie's house and of course, they believed you. Your dad warned you to be quick and soon and you promised that you would. You were out the door and down your steps before your parents had time to warn you again.

Although it was inconvenient to walk all the way back to JJ's house, you couldn't help but smile. Not only would it be a cute surprise but you also wanted to see JJ again. You had missed him already.

You raced back to JJ's house and made it in ten minutes, cutting your travel time in half. You were desperate to see him again, even if it was only for five minutes. Your excitement died down once you saw JJ's house.

The first thing you noticed that was out of place was that there was a BMW in JJ's driveway. JJ didn't have a car, let alone a BMW. That was something a Kook had. You looked at the license plate and it seemed familiar but you couldn't place it. As you passed the car, you slowed down. Something about this car made your body go cold, even on a hot summer night like this. Your gut was telling you something, but you didn't want to believe it.

You somehow knew that you had to be quiet. As you made your way up the steps of JJ's house, you tiptoed towards the door. The closer you got, the more you realized that the door was slightly open, a glimmer of light from the house spilling into the darkness of night. You leaned forward, peeking through the slightly ajar door, hoping to get a glimpse of what was going on.

"Don't!" You heard JJ yell, his figure coming into the limited space you could see. He was yelling at someone that you couldn't see.

"Why? Because you know she'll hate you?" The voice made you gasp softly. You knew who it was. It was Rafe. It was Rafe's car that was in the driveway. Why was he here? And who were they talking about?

"Shut your fucking mouth!" JJ seethed, grabbing ahold of Rafe's collar and finally pulling him into your eyesight.

Rafe pushed JJ off of him, shoving him into the wall. You wanted to scream but you knew if you did, you'd never find out what they were talking about. "If you don't tell her, I will."

JJ looked so defeated. You wanted to reach out to him. "Please don't. I love her."

You knew who they were talking about now. It was you. JJ had done something only Rafe knew about. It was something he knew you'd hate him for. What could he have done?

Rafe played with his keys in his hand. "I paid you to go out with her only for you to break her heart. So she'd come back to me. What was so fucking hard about that? Not my fault you love her. I want my money back."

Rafe paid him? No. You couldn't believe it. Wouldn't. Everything felt so real. JJ's feelings felt real. You knew it was too good to be true. Even before he approached you for the first time, you had a feeling he would never like you. When he showed interest, you were surprised. When he approached you the second time, you were even more surprised. It all made sense now. Why was JJ so reluctant to like you, why he pulled you away from Rafe when you were trying to talk to him at Kie's party. He was playing you. But it all felt so real.

You must've gasped really loud because JJ and Rafe heard you from inside. JJ had swung the door open, scared to see who was on the other side. He knew if it was you, it would be over for him. When he saw you, crying, he realized what he had done.

When you saw JJ reach out for you, you moved away. He disgusted you. How could he? How could Rafe? Granted, Rafe was an asshole but at least he wore it on his sleeve. JJ had tricked you. And you could never forgive him. You backed away from both JJ and Rafe, slowly moving down JJ's steps.

"Y/N..." JJ began, following you down the steps. Rafe just watched behind JJ, clearly enjoying the misery he caused.

"Get away from me." You seethed, tears rolling down your face so fast. God, you felt sick. You felt so nauseous. Everything was a lie.

"I'm so sorry." JJ frowned, tears in his eyes. He seemed to shrink down as he walked towards you. The closer he walked though, the farther you walked.

"You liar!" You screeched, your voice raspy. You could barely breathe. It hurt so much.

JJ shook his head, his arms out towards you. "No, no. I love you Y/N."

You shook your head, wrapping your hands around your body, hugging yourself. You closed your eyes for a moment and stopped walking. This couldn't be real. You didn't want it to be real.

You felt JJ come closer to you, finally wrapping his arms around you. You let him embrace you, even if you didn't hug him back. This was the last time he would touch you. The last time he'd hurt you. God, you had been so stupid.

The hug only lasted ten seconds because the second you collected yourself, you pushed him away. He looked so hurt, tears running down his face. You wanted to hug him, you still had feelings for him, but you knew you couldn't. He betrayed you. He lied to you.

"You're a liar." You said coldly, finally turning around and running away.

You ran and ran and ran. Away from JJ's house and away from Rafe. Away from everything that you once loved. You didn't even stop to catch your breath, your mind wouldn't let you. You believed that maybe if you ran far enough, you wouldn't be in so much pain. You wanted to run away from all your problems.

You made it to your house in record time. By the time you entered your home, your parents were gone. They left a note on your bed saying that they went out for the night and would be back by midnight. You didn't care. You used to care. You used to leave you but it seemed as if everyone was leaving you recently.

You curled up into a ball on your bed and closed your eyes. Once your eyes were closed, you blocked the images of JJ that flooded your mind. You remembered you hadn't gotten your phone but you didn't care. You just wanted to sleep. You cried so much your chest was starting to hurt and you knew the only way for all of this to stop, was for you to rest your body and mind. It was easy for you to fall asleep. Your eyelids were already droopy from all the crying that it only took a couple of minutes for you to fall asleep. Once you did, you slept the entire night. You started to dream about JJ, but you stopped yourself. Your brain wasn't ready for that yet. You needed time.

And this is where you were now. You hadn't talked to JJ in two days. Kie had come by to drop your phone off and she tried to comfort you but you didn't speak. It was hard to comfort someone who didn't want to be comforted. You felt so empty. You felt stupid too. You had been so eager to trust JJ, even when Rafe had betrayed your trust already. But you were a good person. You guessed this was your punishment.

When Kie couldn't comfort you, John B. had tried to come over. At first, you didn't want to let him in, but with some coaxing, you finally opened your door to him.

You wanted to ask how JJ was but you told yourself you shouldn't care anymore. He wasn't yours anymore. He never was.

John B., tired of the silence, was the first to speak. "JJ is a wreck."

This got your attention. You had hoped he was. So were you. You didn't say anything to John B. when he said this, just nodded solemnly.

"I've never seen him like this. He's really sorry." John B. said, sitting down beside you.

You scowled. "Did you only come here to make me feel shitty? JJ lied to me. He betrayed me. I could care less if he was dying."

John B. didn't even react to what you were saying, almost as if he knew you were going to say that. "Yeah. I know. I wanted to come to see how you were doing, but I'd be lying if I said JJ didn't want me to come to see how you were doing."

You looked at John B., the scowl replaced with a frown. "If he wants to talk to me, he can come here himself." You didn't want him to, but you knew the only way to end this was to tell JJ yourself.

John B. nodded. "When can he meet you then?"

You had decided with John B. that you were going to meet JJ at the beach, where you first met. You guessed it was only fitting. You had gotten ready a couple hours before you were set to meet with him. You wanted to look a bit presentable, only to show JJ that you looked better than he did. Even if it was not true, you wanted to appear like you moved on. You put on some makeup and changed into a new tank top with black shorts, praying to God that you looked a little better than you were. You wanted to appear as if you had healed, even if you hadn't.

Waiting on the beach was absolute torture. You had been ten minutes early which was your fault entirely. You wanted to have some control over the situation, even though you knew you weren't in control. As you waited, you began to feel yourself start to cry. You couldn't believe how much everything changed. Only days ago you and JJ were together and happy, and now you could barely think about him without crying. Everything has gone so messed up. Although you desperately wanted to go back to the time where you two were still together, you knew that you couldn't do that. You had the truth now and as much as those old memories were good, you didn't want to forget the truth. You would come here with only one purpose. You needed to end things with JJ completely.

JJ was late by three minutes. You wanted to be upset but you know why he was late. You knew he wanted to prolong this conversation because he knew why you wanted to talk to him. You were here to end things for good and JJ didn't want that. By the time he finally arrived on the beach, he prepared himself. You were doing the same.

Once he was close enough, you spoke first. "Hello." You were cold as you spoke, almost as if you were talking to a stranger.

JJ knew he deserved this kind of behaviour from you but it still hurt him deeply. With every ounce of being he had in him, he replied. "Hi."

"I think you know why I want to talk to you." You said, the coldness in your voice still evident. You are afraid that if he even showed a small hint of emotion, you would break down and start crying all over again.

JJ nodded, tears in his eyes. He knew how stupid he was. When Rafe had come up to him before the beach party, he had been planning to take this other girl named Lacey out but he had offered JJ $2,000 just to break some girl's heart. JJ did that shit for free and to get money for it oh, it seemed like a deal. He slept with you once and although he felt something, he ignored it. He got his money but Rafe was still unhappy because you hadn't reached out to him yet. So Rafe told JJ to hook up with you a second time but this time JJ didn't ask for any money. It felt wrong in JJ's eyes. He actually had a good time with you. You were a good person and it felt wrong. But he liked you enough to continue sleeping with you. Not for Rafe, before himself. After that night where you patch him up, he knew he couldn't deny his feelings for you anymore. He went back and forth in his mind, debating whether he should pursue things with you or not. You had made it clear many times that you felt something for him and although he felt something for you, there was a little voice in his head telling him that what he was doing screwed up because he hadn't liked you at first. There were so many times where he wanted to tell you but he didn't want to ruin anything because for the first time he actually ever felt happy with someone. Then he ruined everything. And now you never want to speak to him again.

JJ wanted to explain everything to you in detail and try to make you understand the situation that he was put in. There was no point though. He still had done a screwed-up thing to you and he didn't deserve you.

"After tonight, I never want to talk to you again." You said plainly, crossing your arms over your chest. The sun was setting soon and you knew you should be getting home. But you needed one more thing from JJ. "Why'd you do it?"

JJ had been looking at his feet the entire time but when you said this he finally made eye contact with you. "Do what?"

You let a tear slide down your cheek and you watched as JJ frowned even more. "Why did you just break my heart like Rafe wanted? Why did you string me along?"

JJ sighed, looking at the ocean before getting the courage to look at you. He had hurt you beyond repair. He knew that there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do, to get you to forgive him. So he didn't sugar coat it. He just told you the truth.

"I could care less about you at first. I had seen you hanging out with Kie so many times before that first party and I thought you were cute but you were Kie's friend. Then race told me his plan and said he'd give me $2,000 if I could break your heart. I never cared about anyone. I was selfish. So at first, I did it. And it was easy. But you are so easy to love Y/N. You're kind and gentle. You didn't ask many questions when I came over to your house that night covered in cuts and bruises. You never pushed me to talk about my feelings because you knew that was not something that I was comfortable with. No one has done that. And I realized what I had been missing. But Rafe realized that you didn't love him anymore. He tried to get me to do it again and even offered more money but something told me not to do it." JJ took a moment to breathe, looking at the tears sliding down your face. He wondered what you were thinking. "It's so easy to be with you. I'm not easy to be around. I'm selfish and I'm cruel. I'm reckless. But you love me so much that you were patient. I know I should have told you. But it was so easy to be with you, that I didn't think I would be able to live without you. I'm sorry."

You didn't know how to react. This was the most JJ had ever expressed his feelings towards you. You'd be lying if you said you weren't surprised. You didn't know if it was enough though. You wondered if anything he did would be enough.

When you didn't respond to him, JJ knew. It wasn't enough. He loved you and he said all those nice things, but it wasn't enough. He was a liar and he betrayed you too deeply for you to forgive him. He understood. He didn't blame you. He didn't say anything else. He doubted you wanted to hear his voice ever again. He made no sound as he turned away from you and left. As he walked to the boardwalk and passed the beach, he couldn't help but cry. Although he had cried before, this time he knew it was the end. It wasn't enough.

You didn't know why JJ left. You are still trying to take in all those things that he said and by the time that you did, you realized that he was gone. You scanned the beach in the boardwalk and finally found him a hundred yards away. He didn't want to forgive him. You had come here tonight to make him hurt. You had come to end things completely. You had told yourself that no matter how much he pleaded, you were still going to walk away. But as much as you didn't want to admit it, you knew JJ and you knew when he was lying and when he wasn't. He wasn't lying now you knew he wasn't lying when you guys were together. He had screwed up. He had started a relationship with you for the wrong reasons. But he loved you. He loves you so much that he was willing to walk away if that made you happy. But you realized it didn't make you happy. And you wondered why you wanted to walk away in the first place. JJ had done all that terrible stuff before he knew you. And although it would take so much time for you to completely heal, you need JJ. So you ran after him.

"JJ!" You screamed, running closer and closer towards the boy you loved.

JJ stopped dead in his tracks. He thought his brain was playing tricks on him. But when you called for him the second time, he knew it was true. You had chased after him. You still wanted him. What had he done to deserve that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

When he turned around, he saw you run to him. His tears instantly stopped and a huge smile fell over his lips. You had still loved him. You had run such a long way and JJ felt bad so he ran to you, trying to close to distance faster. Once you were close enough to touch, JJ reached out for you. When you reached out for him, he grabbed ahold of you, pulling you into a big hug. You both stood there for a moment, trying to catch your breath as you hugged. JJ was smiling so wide.

Once you caught your breath, you let go of JJ. You looked at him, his hands coming up cup your cheeks. He was smiling so wide and you felt yourself smiling too.

"You're easy to love too."

JJ didn't say anything, just pulled you close for a kiss. When your lips touched, you felt whole again. It would take some time but you needed JJ. And he needed you.

"I love you." JJ said, smiling wide.

You nodded, pulling him close. "I love you."

And you both weren't lying.

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jinnyu · 4 years ago

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A/N: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE DRAFT AND THEREFORE THE ASK WAS ALSO DELETED, IM SORRY— alright, hopefully you'll enjoy this nonetheless, thanks for asking! I'll try to find the person who asked for this prompt later.

And so, this ask is Raihan x Female! Reader, the prompt is displayed above.

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You sip your bottled tea as you watched Raihan battle the opposing gym challenger from the bleachers; to say you're amused was an understatement. The dragon tamer never ceased to amaze you everytime he's in a battle, regardless if he reigns victorious or fell down in the depths of defeat— his match is always wild, numerous of fans shouting for his side as he let the sandstorm take over the stadium, enveloping it in a rough weather.

The fans were alright though considering the stadium was perfectly designed for these type of things, protecting the said viewers from the harsh effects of the weather— which Raihan takes pride in, looking at how his technique consist of taking advantage of the weather to boost his pokemons powers.

This is what makes you baffled with his performance every time. Even if you already became a Champion that rules over Galar, you didn't look down on him, and you're not planning to.

Occasionally, the dragon tamer would lock eyes with you, sending chills down your spine as his cerulean eyes stare right through you, followed by that signature smug grin of his in which his fans has grown a liking to. You gave him a gesture of support by clenching your hands accompanied by a determined look on your eyes. He noticed your small action and gave you a thumbs up before focusing on the match infront of him once again.

Some fans mistaken it as him looking at them, and they immediately melted on the spot due to that misunderstanding. Though you didn't pay any mind to it, you dont want to ruin people's happiness anyways, just let them be.

After the earthshaking match, which Raihan managed to reign victorious, he gave a hug to the challenger, and telling them that there were no hard feelings involved. Luckily for him, the challenger was still determined to try harder for a rematch in the near future, and they can ensure Raihan that they'll be the one taking victory home next time they meet.

Raihan saw that as a challenge and he's going to get stronger, he wants to give his best at every match, that's his job after all. Losing just wont do for him.

When all of that commotion ended, you approached the said dragon tamer with a smile dancing on your lips and arms open wide, incase he wanted a good ol' hug after the match.

You know him so well, of course he wanted a hug, and its from you— you.. you're his crush, not that you know it, its a new thing for him too. He took an interest on you when he saw you battle at the Championship Cup, reaping the victory without any effort; you're strong, you're tough, you're more than what you seem, and Raihan liked that part of you.

Though on other times, you're also clumsy, careless, and mostly oblivious. These trait of yours just amplified your attractiveness level to Raihan; strong and oblivious usually doesn't match with eachother, yet you managed to make them mix well, creating... you.

"Good job on the victory!"

You planted your face on his chest, burying your head in the warm feeling of his hoodie, and trying your best not to get tiny little sand stuck in your head. It'll be a pain in the ass to clean up later if you did. Your arms wrapped around his lean waist, hugging him as tight as you could to show him your affection.

Raihan responded well by hugging you back and ruffling your hair, saying a light 'thanks' along the way. Maybe without your support, he would've lost this round, and other rounds from before— no matter, he should just focus on the present, where you're hugging him in the middle of the stadium... infront of his assistants. Not to mention Leon is also watching, accompanied by chairman Rosé.

The dragon tamer then pulled back after awhile, he knows this affectionate act of yours doesn't have any meaning behind it. Just a hug you gave to your bestie after his gruelling match; it has became a habit at this point, and you didn't even notice that. Raihan did though, he paid attention on every little details about you. From the way you dressed, to the way your expression changes over the time, that even he notices the smallest shift in your mood during the day.

Silence began spreading between you both, and its getting kind of uncomfy. So you decided to break away the tension by helping him dusting off the sand on his body, and his features. The amount was quite a lot, and it's going to take awhile if you really want to remove all of the tiny bits of sand from the previous match. You even thought about suggesting him to not use the sandstorm weather next time, it's really getting troublesome and somewhat irritating to handle. At least for you.

"Stay still im helping you clean up" you said as you reached for his headband. He didn't want any help in cleaning up this time, considering that Leon is here, and few of his assistants—lets not forget about chairman Rosé whos observing from the sidelines, possibly being held captive by Oleana because of work reasons.

Raihan then gripped your arm as he tilted his head a little bit back, preventing you from reaching his tangerine headband "No need princess, i can clean it up by myself" he grinned, trying to hide the embarrassment thats slowly growing inside him.

Sure he might be a man of confidence, pride swelling on his chest with each step that he takes, but the poor dragon tamer only could handle so much when it comes to you. All that pride and confidence washed away just like that, and thats all because of your damned adorable oblivious trait.

You were determined to take off his headband, even if that means you need to use all off your techniques on him. This time, you only relied on your obliviousness. You really dont know what effect it has on him— you didn't even know if your oblivious trait has an effect on him at all! But you saw him blushing a few times from you being genuinely curious about something, so its worth a try.

Raihan was completely caught of guard when he looked down at you and your determined eyes; it was different from before where you're supporting him, he cant tell whats really different, but it just hits diffrent. You reaching up with Raihan gripping your wrist, warm eyes locking with his followed by a small curl on the edge of your lips as you felt him slowly reducing his strength in the effort to prevent you reach for his headband.

This only resulted in him looking away, blush subtly creeping on his cheeks as he tried to avoid eye contact with you. The Great Raihan would never be embarrassed in such a situation, hell, he'd be the one to make you embarrassed! But this time, apparently the odds were in your side , and you're grateful for that.

The thing you didn't understand was; why is he blushing? You didn't do anything, you only tried to take off his headband in order to clean it, and yet when he locked eyes with you, a tint of blush appeared on his chocolate skin, in which he attempted to hide it by looking at anywhere but towards your direction. This was a great opportunity to make him blush more, dont you think? Its rare to see Raihan blush out of nowhere, and you got to see it up close! A way great opportunity, you couldn't bear to pass this chance.

With a gentle push forwards from your body and him being off guard, you two tumbled down to the ground below you with a loud 'thud' ; Raihan covered your fall by pulling you close to his chest, which makes you comfortably land on his body instead.

"Honestly," you trailed as you got up from your position, lifting your body up with your hands on each side of Raihan's head before looking down onto him with a joyful grin plastered on your face "You're cute when you blush, Rai" you chirped, followed by a soft laugh. The position you guys were in wasn't quite the best to see without context. But you couldn't care less, you two were only having a wholesome bestie moment— yet Raihan might be freaking out inside because, oh Arceus, what is he gonna explain to Leon and the Chairman himself? Him blushing just makes it worse and doesn't help him out at all.

His eyes finally dared to look into yours again while a sigh slipped past his lips "You're just teasing me," he exclaimed as his lips curl into his usual relaxed smile; shades of blush still not leaving his face "Again." He added, hands reaching up to pull you back down onto his body, loving the way you fit inside his embrace just perfectly. He's way taller than you, meanwhile you could be accused of 'tiny' compared to him. Thats why he liked hugging you so much, even if you're just teasing him.

He doesn't care if you know his feelings or not, he's just happy that he could hold you like this without any care in the world right after his tiring match. Though he still does have a lot of explaining to do the the Chairman later, and possibly to Leon too.

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crybabyjam · 4 years ago

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ship: todochako

rating: g

length: 3k

summary: Todoroki picks up hitch-hiker!Uraraka.

c/w parental death (past), joking about murder

deleted from twitter, written for a former friend

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The sun beats down heavy as Ochako tightens the straps of her backpack. In it was three changes of clothes, some stale bread, her dead phone.

It was only mid-morning but already she was sweating her absolute ass off.

She runs her fingers through her choppy hair, uneven on one edge because she hadn't had a mirror when she'd taken a rusty pair of scissors to them. Now she wishes she'd just shaved it all off, if only to save herself from a sweaty, overheated neck now.

Her parents had loved it when she'd had long hair.

Ochako remembers how her mom would wash the long strands for her every weekend, even when Ochako huffed and puffed and said she could do it herself.

Her mom always took the time to wash it gently, and condition with something sweet smelling— "Because a sweet girl like you deserves sweet hair, too."

And how her dad would braid it every time she visited, even when Ochako would have to undo it the next day. He would take his strong, worker's hands and lift each length of hair carefully so that he didn't tug on her tender scalp.

Now that they were gone, Ochako didn't see the point in keeping her hair long. It just slowed her down. It just made her /sad/.

She sighs, and steps out of the way when a car plows through a puddle right beside her.

Her legs get soaked, but it isn't anything worse than the day prior, when a truck had soaked her from head to toe.

Ochako just sighs and brushes the muddy water droplets from her already dirty legs.

It's a good thing she was out of socks, or else she'd have to start worrying about her shoes molding at this point.

She's just begun kicking her shoe off, to finish the rest of the trek up to the next city barefoot, when a car pulls up to a stop beside her.

"Are you alright?" A low voice asks, to her left. Ochako startles and twists on her heel.

She almost ignores it, because cars like that didn't stop for hitch-hikers like her.

But the car follows her a few more feet as she slows to a stop.

When she looks over her shoulder, confused, the man in the car tilts his head at her and nods.

"Are you alright?" He repeats. "I saw you get wet."

"Ah!" Ochako yells, and then lowers her voice. Geez, where are your manners, Uraraka? "I'm fine! Sorry."

The man blinks, and Ochako belatedly notices that he has the most stunning, grey eyes. Like darkened silver.

"Why should you be sorry?" He asks with a frown.

And then, he shakes his head.

"Do you need a ride? It's dangerous to get in a stranger's car, but you shouldn't walk around barefoot. Glass would hurt." He pauses, and then adds. "Probably less than murder, but I promise not to murder you."

Ochako is speechless.

But not speechless enough not to /laugh/ at the absurdity of the stranger.

She feels it bubble up in her chest like boiling water, and it floats out of her ugly, like when a pot spills the water and burns on the stove burner.

The man just watches, silent, as she wipes tears from her eye and keeps on laughing. He just leans against the steering wheel and waits patiently, face completely deadpan.

He's /serious/, and that just makes it funnier.

She gasps for breath as she leans against his car, one shoe falling to the pavement and skipping beneath the undercarriage, shit.

Ochako's laugh starts up again as she drops to her knees to retrieve it.

When she comes back up, knees blackened by sidewalk dust, and hands darkened by asphalt, the man is smiling. Just barely.

"I guess murder /would/ hurt more than stepping on glass." She agrees. "Depending on the type of murder."

He murmurs the words underneath his breath, eyebrows furrowing.

"You're right," he says, troubled.

She leans into the rolled down window, arms crossing to hide the ripped hem of t-shirt.

"You sure you /promise/ not to murder me? I kind of need my life."

Well. All things considering, it was pretty much all she had left. She couldn't exactly afford the house after her parents died. They hadn't been able to finish the down payments, and none of them (including Ochako) had enough savings to keep her afloat.

So, hitch-hiking. Walking to nowhere and hoping for more.

A few miles in an air-conditioned car was more than what she had, so she'll take it.

The man turns serious, though. The smile wipes off of his face— not replaced with a frown, but replaced with another deadpan look. He nods his head, making eye-contact the entire time, and says,

"I promise not to murder you."

Well.

He promised, at least. Ochako still had a little bit of mace in her pocket, if she needed it.

So she gets in the car.

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His name is Todoroki Shouto and he has an open duffle bag of yen, two pillows with embroidered pillowcases, a shattered phone, and a half-full photo album in his backseat.

Ochako stares at the photo album instead of the other three things, because she definitely does not want to get murdered, thank you very much.

He was a cute baby. Two-toned hair from birth, and big eyes that only had one expression: wide. Ochako traces her ragged thumb nail across one of the pictures, where he's covered in cake frosting at his second birthday, and accidentally creases the polaroid image.

She hurriedly flips the page.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm fine," Ochako mumbles, ignoring her tummy which immediately begins to grumble in argument. She flips another page to muffle the noise, and comes across more empty pockets than full ones.

From the way there's the edge of one polaroid still caught in one of the slots, Ochako assumes that they used to be just as full as the rest.

She flips to the back, and a roll of film flops into her lap.

"Do you even still have a camera for this?" Ochako asks, holding the strange, almost novel-looking thing up to the waxing light of the returning sun. Then she brings it back down to the shadows in case that might ruin the film inside, oops.

"At home," Todoroki says, low. Her shoes are in his lap, because he wanted her to have more room to look at the photo album. Ochako had tried to just place them on the floor of the car, but he looked so earnest in his offer that she hadn't been able to say no without feeling bad.

Besides, she had a feeling he was pretty harmless. Weird, but who wasn't?

"Oh, are you moving or something?" Ochako asks, and then immediately grimaces at the invasion of privacy. "I mean… 'cause of the stuff in your backseat."

"Moving…" Todoroki repeats, focusing on the road. They're driving slow enough that almost everyone passes by them, but Ochako got pretty motion-sick so she appreciated it.

Todoroki leans back in his seat, both hands at the very apex of the steering wheel. It's outlined in a leather cover and is so shiny that it almost looks metallic. Expensive as fuck, probably.

Everything about him looked pretty expensive, actually. The car was brand new, from this year. Still had the new smell and everything.

Ochako was actually pretty glad he insisted on the shoe-thing, if only to prevent mud stains.

Although his pants /did/ look pretty designer. Ah, fuck.

"Yes," Todoroki says, after the long moments of silence. "I'm moving."

"Oh! That's… fun. That's fun!" Ochako nods.

Todoroki turns them off of the road, and pulls into a parking spot. Ochako blinks past the raindrops on her side of the window, and squints out at the illuminated signs.

A restaurant. Ah, /fuck/. Ochako pats her shorts for her wallet, as if she could even /pretend/ it had money in it. All it had was her ID (almost expired) and a coupon for leg waxing.

"Do you want to come in with me?" Todoroki asks, turning to her completely. The seatbelt gets caught, and it does that thingy it does where it locks and gets tighter until you take it all the way off. He doesn't seem to mind.

Ochako smiles, though even she can feel how strained it is. "Ah, I'm fine. I should probably go actually, but thank you for the ride. The rain should stop soon, so…"

"Oh."

Todoroki frowns, glancing at the arm rest between them. He's engaged the parking brake even though they aren't on an incline, and Ochako's smile relaxes to something more real.

"It was really nice to meet you," she says. "I'd give you my phone number but I kinda didn't pay the bill." (Since, uh, last year, but he didn't need to know that.)

"It was nice to meet you too," Todoroki says. "I can buy you food."

"Oh," Ochako parrots, dumbly. Her eyes dart to the yen-bag and she hurries to shake her head. "I couldn't—"

"I don't mind. It's my dad's money— and he hates me. And I hate him, so." Todoroki finally takes off his too-tight seatbelt and it rattles noisily as it smacks against the car door.

"I…"

Ochako isn't sure how to approach /that/ particular landmine. Nor is she sure how she's supposed to resist free food. When had she last eaten. Two days ago, or something? She'd kinda been ignoring it, but the walking helped.

Now that she's technically resting, she can feel her tummy about to throw a conniption.

Todoroki blinks his wide eyes at her as he waits, not making a move. His blinks are slow, like a cat, and his eyes flicker back and forth between her own.

She sighs heavily, but a grin is already parting her lips. "You're a strange one, Todoroki."

"Am I?"

"I don't have any money, so you have to pay for all of it," she warns.

"I will."

"And I eat a lot! I haven't eaten in a while."

"Okay."

"And… and I want my shoes back."

Todoroki hands her the shoes. There's mud residue on his pants and the bottom of his shirt.

But he has a small smile on his face as he watches her struggle to put her shoes on in the closed space, so maybe it was alright.

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Shouto watches as Uraraka stuffs two donut holes in her mouth, licking away the powdered sugar that paints across her lips. It looks like snow when it dusts down to her shorts, and smears chalky residue on her thighs.

He hands her a napkin, and she blushes pretty like a sunset paints ocean water pink when it sets at night.

"Sorry for the mess," she says quietly.

"It's okay. Is it good?"

"It's good!" She wiggles in her seat, and it reminds Shouto of a really happy hamster. "Do you want some?"

She's very beautiful. Her hair is cut in a way he's never really seen before, but it frames her face nicely. He likes it more than his almost-bowl cut. Some of her hair tickles across her shoulder, but she ignores it as she holds a donut hole out to him with a toothpick.

She keeps holding it as he bites down on the warm, cooked dough. He'd never really been fed by someone before. Well, as a baby— sure. But he had a feeling this was different. Was it different?

Shouto chews thoughtfully, and Uraraka smiles at him. She doesn't seem to mind feeding him. She stabs another one with the same toothpick and holds it out for him again, one hand underneath to catch the crumbs.

"Yummy, right? Thanks for buying them! I'll…" She flinches, interrupting herself. Her smile dims a little, like she'd lost power. "I'd offer to pay you back but, uh… ahaha, you know?"

Shouto /doesn't/ know, but he nods anyway. "I can buy you more," he says, soft. "You can take them with you. When you leave."

She uses the toothpick to prod and poke at the remaining few donut holes. They roll in the leftover powdered sugar at the bottom of the box.

"I'll be alright. But thank you." Her eyes get watery at the bottom lashes, and Shouto frowns. "You've been really kind."

When she laughs next, it's thick like she's close to sobbing. Her voice is shaky. Shouto doesn't like it- liked it much better when she was laughing /happily/ instead.

"Thanks for not murdering me," she adds. "This is probably the most fun I've had in a while."

"You can stay. I can drive you anywhere you want."

"Oh!" Uraraka jumps in her seat, as if he'd yelled it. He hadn't really spoken any louder than before, but he clears his throat and speaks even softer anyway.

"We just met, but I can take you anywhere you need to go. And I have enough money for the both of us. I really enjoy your company."

They're pulled off at an empty lot near a supermarket. Somewhere off in the distance is a park. The children there are loud, voices echoing in the evening ambiance.

Uraraka looks out towards the noise, but he can see her swallow heavily.

"That's kind of dangerous, isn't it? We just met."

She says it like how she says other things that are meant to be teasing. He nods anyway.

"It is. You can drive, if that makes you feel better. Or you can sit in the backseat. I would have bought a bigger car if I knew I would meet you today."

She laughs again, starting with a snort and ending with a giggle. It makes his heart beat faster in his chest, and he isn't sure if he's nervous or happy to hear it.

"What if /I'm/ the murderer?" Uraraka stabs one of the donut holes and brings it up to her mouth. She smiles at him when he frowns, and then smiles wider when he shrugs.

"If it happens, it happens."

"/Todoroki/." She slaps her palm against her forehead and sinks down in her seat. "That's the most dangerous mindset I've ever heard."

"I'm sorry?" He glances down at her the further she sinks, but she doesn't seem particularly angry. It looks like she's fighting, but on the inside. "It's not that dangerous."

"It's pretty dangerous."

She brushes her legs clean. Sits up straight and looks out the window again. Her breath fans out across the glass, fogging it.

He rolls the window down for her, and she does that snorting laugh again.

"You're a funny guy, Todoroki."

"Am I?"

"You are." Uraraka shifts in her seat, to pull her legs cross-crossed. There's one donut hole left in the box, and she rolls it around a few more times before she pokes it with that same toothpick and shoves it in her mouth.

As she chews, she glares at him. Almost like she can't see him and needs glasses. He leans in closer so that she can find what she's looking for.

"You're funny in both ways. Weird… but you make me laugh."

She closes up the box, fitting the toothpick between her teeth so that she can absently chew on it.

"So you're… 'moving'," she says, finally. "- and I don't have a home anymore. Where would we even go?"

Shouto glances past the parking lot, at the semi-distant street that is starting to pile with traffic after a brief lull. But his eyes inevitably drag back over to her.

Uraraka stares back, cheeks pink. A small smile grows on her face. She runs her fingernail across the edge of the empty donut box. He'd have to figure out a place to recycle it if he could.

There are so many places they could go. Somewhere warm, towards a beach. Or somewhere quiet, with wide hills and short buildings. To a festival. To a shoe store.

"Everywhere?"

"/Everywhere/?" Uraraka shakes her head, exasperated. "What about when we run out of money?"

Shouto shrugs. Uraraka laughs again. Her hand drifts to the middle console, palm up, and Shouto watches it for a while.

Then she leans over to grab his hand. Her fingers are warm, rough at the tips but soft everywhere else. She would look pretty in nail polish. /Prettier/, rather- if it were possible.

He maybe had a crush on her. Was this what love felt like? Soft hands and warm smiles? He liked it.

"I-"

She interrupts by leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. It's soft, like a feather landing on snow. "Take me everywhere, then. And then I'll give you my answer."

Shouto, dazed, touches his fingers to his cheek. He forgets to stop holding her hand, so hers come along with it. She doesn't seem to mind. "Your answer?"

"On whether or not I'll stay," she says, cheeky. "So you'd better make it a fun ride."

Shouto squeezes his other hand down on the steering wheel, if only to keep his heartbeat in his veins so that the organ doesn't leap out of his chest and act a fool. He accidentally steps on the gas, and the car revs in protest.

Uraraka laughs again. She tightens her hold on his hand and pulls it back down between them. He squeezes it back.

And when they get back on the road again, fifteen minutes later, Uraraka has gone from laughing to singing loud to the radio and dancing in her seat. She's pure joy.

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It stops raining, and the world feels brighter.

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artsyxloner · 4 years ago

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Not Just a Monster

Warning: lots of blood, Violence, gore, voices

1: Monster Troubles

Min Soo-Nico P.O.V

Standing in front of the shattered glass mirror I held on to both ends of the bathroom sink. As my nose was gushing blood staining my face it getting all in my lips.

I didn't dare look up at my reflection to be scared of what I would see. I could hear its voice inside my head, I wanted it out" Come on Soo-Nico, this isn't so bad just let go." The monster told me, as I heard its low chuckle.

It sent a cold chill down my spine.

" No, leave me the hell alone!" I shouted out loud, not caring because there was no one here or anywhere as a matter of fact.

" Why there all gone, it was your fault after all wasn't it Soo-Nico?" It spoke again to me reminding me of what I accidentally did.

" It wasn't my fault I didn't mean it!" I cried out, as tears fell making my cheeks feel moist.

" That's not what they thought!" I then heard a 'tsk tsk' noise like it was scolding me. " you can forget all about them so you don't have to suffer. Anymore let me in."

I felt my chest puff out as my breathing became unsteady. " What do you know about family? You have none your just a hallucination!" I spit gritting my teeth.

" Maybe but I'll be real soon, the desire is too tempting to resist." Those were the monster's last words that were imprinted in my mind.

"The desire was too tempting to resist."

I have to keep it in I have to stay in control I told myself sighing, Finally able to see my reflection all that was left was blood.

Turning on the water, I splashed my face rubbing it all off, spitting it all out leaving nothing. If only they were here maybe this wouldn't be so bad to endure?

I vividly remember their faces contoured in pain as they screamed. I watched them die, a gruesome death but I just stood there in a daze not doing anything.

Swallowing back my tears and a loud sob that wanted to escape my lips I walked out of the bathroom stepping into the lobby before it could happen.

I was going to turn into one of those things sometime soon an ugly creature that roamed the earth. I'm trying to stay in control for as long as I can but I don't know why?

Maybe it's because I'm wishing so hard to survive this and continue to remember them. They don't deserve to be forgotten for my mistake.

I made my way to the elevator pressing the button that said open. Before Stepping in I took out my weapon from my belt raising it high in the air ready for an attack.

The metal doors open revealing nothing. I let out a sigh of relief lowering my weapon, walking in I hit the top floor button. I was going to go to the roof to scout out the area from above.

I needed to make a run since I'm low on supplies. And I wasn't going to sneak into any rooms in this building to find anything because I wasn't going to risk it being killed.

They're mostly empty anyway because it's a low-rated motel building. I watch the numbers on the top corner of the doors count up to the top as it reached the 15th floor which was the roof.

Holding my weapon up again, I knew this wouldn't kill the monsters but it would distract them long enough for me to get away. That's the thing I hate about these things they don't die no matter how many times I slice, stab, or shoot nothing works.

At least that I know of? But I try to stay clear and never let them see me. Because if they did its game over. This isn't a disease it's a curse that we humans plagued on ourselves it's kinda like the seven deadly sins if you ask me.

The doors finally opened as I felt the rush of hot air hit my cheeks. I sucked in a breath being still because there's no telling what will be up here even though I've been up hearing a couple of times these monsters can come in any form, shape, or size so I had to be ready.

I walked out searching my surroundings trying to find anything out of the ordinary. Finding nothing, I relaxed going over to the edge, and sat down but not so far where I can fall off.

Putting my knife in my belt sheath, I grabbed my pair of binoculars and my field Journal along with my pencil. I had sketched out all the monsters I had seen and wrote down their strengths and weaknesses.

Most importantly where they stay at so I make sure not to go there or cross paths with them on my runs. This is why I mostly go at night so they won't see me.

Flipping through the pages the images of the drawing Disturbed me a little. Even so, I was impressed with how detailed they turned out.

If shit didn't hit the fan I could have went to college to be an Art Major? Well, I guess that dream is over so I'm going to have to use it for this for now.

I frowned peering over the city with my binoculars in hand seeing the creatures climb the different buildings, some jumping on cars ripping the doors from the hinges dragging human belongings out.

One had a body of a human with a long extendable neck that had a huge eyeball attached to the top of it. The eyeball was appearing in front of windows staring inside them. That was the green roof apartment building. I started to sketch it out it being new to my notebook.

I figure the only way it could harm you is if it's a long body wrapped around you like a python and crush you to death if provoked. I wrote it down as it could be the only form of attack other than the human body it inhabited but not so much.

That was my routine going to sleep, eating, keeping hidden from monsters, trying to contain myself from turning into one of them, coming up here and looking over the city, and doing some new pages in my Field Guide.

My routine didn't change, and that's how I liked it. But I knew it wouldn't last for long so I prepared myself for the worst or at least trying to.

After a while of looking out at the city, it was time I had to go out on my run. Seeing I ate my last pack of kimchi noodles a day ago and my stomach was growling in hunger.

Getting up I had stuffed all my belongings in my bag hurrying to the elevator but stopped seeing what was in front of me. Its back was facing me thank God but I knew which monster it was.

It was the one that was tall with a slim figure that had its lower jaw and throat open up down to its chest. With a long like tongue that moved in different directions detecting ways to find its victim the suction cup on the end of it opened and closed.

Leaving a trail of its saliva and blood but I was pretty sure it could have been someones else's. Slowly getting on my hands and knees trying not to make a sound I took out my knife and crawled my way over to one of the air units and hide behind it.

Holding my weapon close to my chest I felt my heart in the pit of my stomach. Fear consumed me I hope and prayed that it didn't look or get a glimpse of me.

Just as my mind thought I was good its tongue shot out through the metal-air unit. Making me scream, I jumped out of the way with no choice but to go. It knew I was here.

Going back on my hands and knees I scrambled to get away but then felt its slimy tongue-like thing wrap around my legs dragging me away towards it.

I shook my head I wasn't going to end like this. I searched for my knife I had dropped on the ground, I tried to grab it having my fingers so close to the tip of the blade.

But it was no use when I had gotten jerked up. My body swaying from side to side. I felt like I was going to puke but nothing would come up except water.

I knew my face was turning red I felt all of my blood rush to my head. As The Monster Tounge slammed me down. Hearing my bones crunched as it made contact with the concrete.

I sucked in a breath, not able to scream. My vision began to blur this was how I was going to die I thought feeling being lifted back up and slammed down again.

This time it released my legs, I laid there not able to cry because I couldn't feel any pain at all. Maybe it was because of my adrenaline pumping?

I slowly opened my eyes seeing the monster walk towards me. I turned my head not wanting to look by the time it gets here. I hope I am gone so I don't have to watch it stab me and suck all my insides up.

I cringed at the thought, this has to be one of the worst ways to die. I would still be awake feeling it. I had to do something I just couldn't lay here?

But then I saw something that gave me a sliver of hope. I had an idea it was a stupid idea but if nothing else could kill this monster then I'm perfectly sure this will do the job!

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I don’t own the characters, story line or plot all the credits goes to the creators of this masterpiece Sweey home. Carnby Kim/ Youngchan Hwang

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laprincesaelena · 4 years ago

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EOA Ship Appreciation Week Day 5: Meeting/Farewell

a/n: hi guys! thank you all so much for the positive feedback on my day 4 poem, i’m so glad everyone liked it!! as i said, i know every ship wasn’t included, i ended up having enough time to only do the ones that were requested! but, i’d definitely consider making a part 2, so if your ship wasn’t included this time, it may be another time..

anyways, on to day 5! you may notice i included both prompts here instead of just one..you’ll find out why ;) this story is inspired by an au @procrastinateland (s/o for the beautiful art once again!!!) i came up with together, based on the sound of music! but, this fic in particular doesn’t have much to do with the musical you probably know. my obsession besides elena this summer was researching the lives of the real von trapps who inspired the movie and musical, and through it, i found the adorable love story of the parents of the seven children (georg and agathe, maria wasn’t in the picture yet!) that i knew would be so sweet for gabelena. so that’s what this fic is inspired by! quick historical note, the events that this fic portrays happened in real life in 1910 and 1922, but the years have been switched to 1912 and 1930 for the au, since we decided to place our au closer to the movie’s timeline than the real story. also hi please talk to me about the von trapps i’ve been driving my gf crazy with my useless knowledge lmaooo

and that’s about it! hope you all enjoy this, and let me know what you think!

fic is below the cut!

February 10th, 1912

Lieutenant Gabriel Núñez was amazed as he entered the venue of tonight's celebratory ball, Villa Castillo. He had never been inside a home so grand before, he almost felt as if he didn't deserve to be there. But, regardless, he was invited to attend, along with all of his friends from the navy. He couldn't wait to get away from the structure and seriousness of the military for a night, and to just have fun.

This was the first ball Gabe had been invited to since he became a lieutenant, or ever for that matter, and he was loving it. It was hosted by the Castillo Flores family, a rich family whose inventions had earned them quite the fortune over the past century. As more guests began to make their arrivals, Gabe and his friends hung around together, mingling with other guests or testing out a drink or two. Then, the ball was to officially begin with a musical performance by the hosts.

Now, Gabe wasn't much of a believer of love at first sight, but with one glance, his mind was instantly changed. Standing beside her mother and grandparents, ready to perform their opening song, stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and Gabe knew he was in love. Sure, he knew he had no chance with her, as he was just a lieutenant from a humble family of bakers. She was the daughter of a rich family, and most likely the heir to their fortunes. But, there was no harm in trying, right? He knew that at some point tonight, he just had to talk to this beautiful girl.

Elena Castillo Flores, however, was different. She wholeheartedly believed in chance of falling in love at first sight, but she never thought it would happen to her. She had grown up around these balls, her family had been hosting them for as long as she could remember. And being 17, she had met plenty of men who hoped to marry into her family's fortune, but none of them seemed quite right. That was, until she was about to perform with her family.

She looked out into the crowd, and caught the eye of a handsome naval officer. She smiled softly in his direction, but didn't have time to do anything else, before she picked up her guitar, and began to perform alongside her mother and grandparents.

Gabe couldn't help but keep his eye on this girl the entire time she performed. She was a beautiful singer and guitarist, and Gabe loved hearing every word she sang, and each note she strummed. Before he could snap out of his romantic trance, the performance had ended. Gabe looked up to the stage to see if he could approach the girl, but she her family had left the stage, and were out of sight. So, it was back to just talking with his friends for now. Maybe a good laugh or two could keep his mind off of this girl. In between their backgrounds and the chances that she would choose him out of many much more qualified suitors, Gabe had a feeling this crush was bound to end in disappointment.

Eventually, Gabe stepped away to go and get his mind off things, but as he was walking, he accidentally bumped into someone. He was about to apologize, but when the person he had bumped into turned to look at him, he realized who he had bumped into: the host's daughter.

Finding his voice again, he said, "I-I'm so sorry for bumping into you, I should have been watching where I was going."

Every once in a while, as she sang and played her guitar, Elena would look out at the man she had seen earlier. He was quite handsome, and she couldn't help but notice the way he smiled at her. But, once the performance was over, she wasn't going to go looking for him. She knew it'd probably be hard to find him in such a big group. Besides, he was probably going to turn out to be like any other man she'd met, and would only take interest in the prospect of inheriting her family's money. So, she carried on with her night, accepting that she'd probably never see him again. That was, until someone bumped into her. When she looked at the person she bumped into, she couldn't help but freeze, it was the lieutenant she had seen earlier. He was the one to speak first, which snapped her back into reality.

“Oh no, no, it's okay! You're fine!" she assured him.

"Oh, alright" Gabe said. He mentally hit himself for not saying more than he did, but whenever he looked at her, he was at a loss for words. He could at least introduce himself, he thought, but every time he did, the words would be at the edge of his tongue, and he'd end up saying nothing. But, he was determined not to blow the only chance he'd ever have with her, so, he gathered up his courage to speak to her once again.

Elena too, would be so, so close to saying something, even just introducing herself, but before the words could come out, she'd freeze. She so desperately wanted to get to know him better, and she knew the only way to do so was to just say something. But, luckily for her, he said something first.

"This has been a wonderful ball so far." Gabe finally said.

"Oh, well, thank you.." Elena replied with a smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying it so far."

"I am" Gabe said, returning the smile. Finally, he decided, he was actually going to introduce himself. "I'm Lieutenant Gabriel Núñez," he said. "but you can call me Gabe."

Elena quietly sighed with relief, she was glad he introduced himself first, it gave her the confidence to do the same. "I'm Elena Castillo Flores," she introduced. "but you can just call me Elena."

"It's very nice to meet you, miss Elena," Gabe replied, with a bow of his head to her.

"It's very nice to meet you too, lieutenant," Elena responded. "Oh, I mean Gabe, it's nice to meet you too, Gabe." she added, and shook her head at herself. Hopefully she didn't blow her chance with him right then and there.

Gabe smiled and laughed softly, he couldn't help but fall deeper in love with the girl the longer he talked to her. He had managed to find her, talk to her, and introduce himself, but there was one more step with her he wanted to take.

"I hope this isn't too soon, but would you like to dance?" he asked.

Elena's face now lit up with a smile, it most certainly wasn't too soon, she was so excited he asked her to dance with him! She nodded, and held out her hand to him. "I would love to dance," she said.

Gabe took her hand with a smile, and lead her to the center of the ballroom. With one of his hands tightly in the grasp of hers, his other hand wrapped around her waist, the two began their first dance.

As the pair glided effortlessly across the floor, Elena still couldn't believe that this was happening. How did she ever get so lucky? But, she also knew that there was a possibility that he might have happened to only attend this ball, and she may never see him again. She truly hoped this wasn't the case, she wanted to get to know him better and spend more time with him, because she knew for a fact she was falling in love.

Gabe could barely believe this was happening either. This beautiful girl had really said agreed to dance with him, and now they were actually dancing? Gabe truly hoped that he wasn't dreaming, for he never wanted to wake up. He wanted this dance to last forever, so he would never have to say goodbye to Elena, and go back to living his life without her in it. There was hardly a chance he would see her again after the ball ended, but he kept a glimmer of hope that tonight was not their final encounter.

Elena wasn't paying attention to anything else around her, for all that mattered to her now was that she was actually dancing with Gabe! She planned to dance with him for the entire night, if it meant she'd be able to spend as much time as possible with him. She knew that once the ball ended, there was a high possibility of her never seeing him again. So, she was going to make sure to spend as much time with him as she possibly could, while she had the opportunity.

After a couple of hours of guests talking, eating, drinking, and dancing the night away, the ballroom began to empty out a bit. Elena brought Gabe outside to a balcony, so she'd be able to talk with him and get to know him better without any sort of distraction.

"So, being a lieutenant, I'm assuming you're in the military, the... navy, correct?" she asked him, to start some conversation.

"Yes," Gabe answered. "I joined as soon as I was able, I've always wanted to be a part of the navy. My parents, especially my father, aren't too happy I chose this path instead of joining their baking business, but this is what I really wanted to do."

"Oh, your parents have a baking business?" Elena asked him. "Not too much of a baker, are you?" she joked.

"No," Gabe replied. "and I'm not much of an olaball player either, to the dismay of my father."

"It certainly seems as if your father isn't too thrilled with your life choices... but do you love what you do?" Elena asked.

"Yes, I do." Gabe responded with a smile. "Besides, if I hadn't made the decision to go against his wishes and join the navy, I probably wouldn't be talking to you right now."

Elena smiled as she felt her cheeks warm up at his sweet response. She was so, so glad that Gabe decided to follow his own path in life instead of listening to his father, because if he didn't, they may have never met.

"Well, I guess you're right," she said. "and I'm glad that you're doing something that you love, that's what should really matter."

Gabe nodded in agreement. "What's your family like?" he asked.

"Well, there's me, my mother, my younger sister, my grandparents," Elena answered. "we're all pretty close, and we love to make music together."

"I can tell, you and your family sounded amazing tonight," Gabe said. "and not to be biased, but I think I liked your singing the most."

Elena smiled, and put a hand to her cheek, she was definitely blushing now. "Thank you," she said. "but I wouldn't say I'm the best of them, they're all very talented.."

"I would," Gabe responded, and reached down to take her hand in his own.

"Well, thank you.." Elena replied, holding Gabe's hand tightly back. "and I may be biased, but I'd say you're my favorite lieutenant, because I totally know all the others." she said.

Elena laughed nervously for a moment after that attempt at flirting. 'what was that, Elena?' she asked herself.

"Thank you," Gabe said with a smile.

"You're welcome," Elena responded, a similar smile never leaving her face.

"So, what do you like to do other than make music?" Gabe asked her.

"I love just getting out with my family most times, of course. We'll go on hikes, go sailing, go to one of our vacation homes or visit someone else in our family's home, we're always somewhere or doing something." Elena told him. "How about you?" she asked.

"I like fencing," Gabe replied. "We sometimes have competitions between my friends and I, and not to brag, but I usually win."

"I'm sure you do," Elena responded, definitely believing him. "and I'd love to learn to fence sometime, it actually looks pretty fun!"

"Well, I'd be happy to teach you," Gabe offered. "I'm sure it'd be considered "unladylike," but if it was just us, it wouldn't really matter."

"What my mother and grandparents don't know won't kill them," Elena replied with a wink. "I'd love for you to teach me sometime!"

"I'd be more than happy to teach you," Gabe responded.

"And hopefully you can sometime," Elena said, before sighing as she remembered the reason why she was so hesitant to find him in the first place. The chances of the two reuniting were slim to none. "I hope we see each other again..."

"Me too..." Gabe replied, looking down with a sigh as well. "Maybe we could write to each other? To keep in contact?" he suggested.

"I'd love that." Elena said, smiling once again at the thought of it. "We definitely should."

Gabe smiled. "Alright," he said. "I'll give you my address."

"And I'll give you mine as well, which is right here, but I'll still write it down so you'll always have it" Elena said.

"Thank you," Gabe replied. "I look forward to writing to you, and seeing you again, Miss Elena."

"And I look forward to writing and seeing you again as well, Lieutenant Núñez." Elena responded with a smile.

Gabe laughed a bit and rolled his eyes, but still smiled. "Please, you can just call me Gabe," he said.

"And you can just call me Elena," Elena insisted. "No 'miss' necessary"

"Alright then, Elena it is." Gabe said, smiling over at her.

"And Gabe it is." Elena replied, sharing the same, loving smile.

At that moment, the both of them knew that they had met the love of their life. Though they'd have a difficult road ahead, in between having to communicate with letters for a while or with Gabe often traveling with the navy, they were determined to make it work. Gabe was not going to let his beautiful Elena go, and Elena knew that tonight she had met the man she was going to marry. They were going to spend the rest of their lives together, no matter what.

September 3rd, 1930

On Christmas night of 1929, Gabe and Elena's oldest daughter began to feel unwell. It was simply strep throat, they were told, she should recover in a matter of days. But, by the time eleven year old Catalina had recovered, five of her seven siblings had fallen ill as well. The sudden illness turned out not to be a simple case of strep throat, but the highly contagious scarlet fever, which was currently spreading through the city.

Of course, Elena was always there to care for her children, even if she was risking contracting the illness herself. For the next few weeks, she was constantly visiting her children and checking in on them, while still trying to stay healthy herself. But, when her youngest daughter, Martina, who wasn't even a year old yet, came down with a severe case, Elena had no choice but to step in and care for her, twenty four-seven.

By the end of January, Elena's caring and motherly nature had led her to catching scarlet fever herself. In children, the illness tended to be fairly mild, but in adults, it could often leave behind serious side effects. Gabe knew this, and insisted that his wife take the time to rest in order to recover. But, Elena insisted that her children came first, wanting to be there for each and every one of them as they recovered.

But, even when all seven children were happy and healthy once again, Elena's symptoms had not subsided. Now, she could rest and recover with a sound mind, knowing that her children would be alright without her for a couple of days. Those couple of days turned into weeks, those weeks into months, and by the end of August, Elena still had a long road to recovery. She was now bound to a wheelchair, she would have to learn to walk all over again due to the toll the illness had taken on her body. She still tried to spend as much time as possible with her children, and be the happy, loving, and healthy mamí they had always known. But, deep down, she knew if scarlet fever had already taken so much from her, it could continue to do so.

Over the next week, Elena's condition quickly deteriorated, and it seemed as if only a miracle could heal her. Gabe had visited his wife each and every day for the duration of her sickness, but for the past day or two, he hadn't left her side at all. He knew that at any time, her condition could take a turn for the absolute worst, and he didn't want to take the chance of not having a chance to say goodbye. While Gabe tried his best to stay somewhat positive, and hope that his wife would miraculously recover, he knew Elena's time left was short.

Gabe's eyes were heavy as he sat at his wife's bedside, having stayed awake the entire night with her. He held Elena's hand tightly in his, even though Elena barely had the strength left to hold his. It broke his heart to see his wife in this condition, he would do absolutely anything to bring back the bright light of his life that was Elena.

Gabe's heart would sink as he noticed his wife's breathing become labored. He had been mentally preparing himself for the worst, just in case, but he knew that no matter how much he had prepared, he would never be ready if that moment arrived. He felt the slightest bit of relief when he noticed Elena slowly turn her head to look over at him, using all of her strength to do so.

"Elena.." he began to say, even saying her name brought tears to his eyes. But before he could say anything else, his wife managed to speak up.

"Gabe.." she said, her voice in a whisper. "Please..tell our children how much I love them.."

"Elena, no..no, don't talk like that.." Gabe said to her. Though he was trying to preserve his wife's positivity, he was also in denial about all this.

"Tell each and every one of them..each and every day..how much I love them.." Elena said. "And that I'll always be with them.."

Gabe held Elena's hand tight as he fought to hold back his tears, but even then, a tear or two would manage to fall down his cheek. He looked over at his wife, he still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, even with a scarlet red rash covering her cheeks, and her hair sticking to her fevered forehead. If it were possible, he would do anything to end all of her pain and suffering, but he knew that at this point, there was only one option for that.

Trying to clear his mind of these thoughts, Gabe nodded. "Of course I will.. I promise.." he said.

Elena smiled as best as she could, but to Gabe, it was the brightest smile he had seen out of her in a while. "Thank you.." she said. "A-and I love you..so, so much.."

"I love you too.." Gabe replied, and leaned down to kiss his wife. Thankfully, Elena was no longer contagious, but even if she was, Gabe would take that chance if it meant kissing his beloved Elena one last time.

Then, it looked as if Elena were about to speak, but she was unable to get any word out. Finally, a moment later, she managed to say, "And.."

Gabe patiently waited as his wife struggled to say a second word. He would wait for as long as it took her, he'd take any opportunity to hear the voice he loved so much.

"I'm..a-always.." Elena said, now needing to take multiple labored breaths between each word. Though it was a struggle, Elena managed to complete her sentence.

"I'm always with you.."

A moment later, after months and months of fighting to recover, Elena's body gave in, and her eyes slowly closed.

Gabe could feel his wife's grip on his hand loosen, and his heart immediately dropped. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't lose her.

"Elena? Elena! Elena, no! Mi amor, please!" Gabe desperately cried, hoping that his wife's beautiful brown eyes would open again. But no matter how many times he called her name, they remained peacefully closed, as her body grew paler.

Now, Gabe's denial began to truly set in. He lightly shook her, he held her hand tight, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, all in an effort to wake her, even though deep down, he knew that his efforts were in vain. Finally, it all became too much for him, and Gabe just broke down. he couldn't picture his life without Elena, he never thought everything would end this way.

He thought of his wife, she had so much more to live for. she was a loving wife, a caring mother, his best friend. Then he pictured their seven children, who would now be growing up without their mother. He thought of their identical twins, though they were already quite different, they shared a similarity, devotion to their family. Catalina and Carolina absolutely adored their mother, and looked up to her, along with being her best friends. He thought of Luis, their oldest son, he was a mamí's boy. He loved cuddling up with his mother and listen to her play guitar, he wanted to learn from her one day. He thought of their youngest son, Marcelo, their bundle of energy, who sometimes even Elena couldn't keep up with. He thought of Luciana and Adelina, aged only five and two, who would be too little to understand why their mamí had suddenly disappeared. And finally, he thought of Martina, their baby girl who would grow up without a mother. She would never get know her mamí, or even remember her. In fact, he didn't know if any of their younger children would be able to remember their mother.

Gabe found himself growing a bit dizzy, since this all seemed like he was living a nightmare. His hands shook as he held Elena's tightly in his own, and his vision was blurred from his tears.

As his final moments with Elena played over and over in his head, he was reminded of his wife's dying wish. To remind each and every one of their children each and every day how much their mamí loves them. If Elena could see him now, she'd hate to see him this distraught. She'd encourage him to keep his head up and stay strong, but how could he ever move on in life without his Elena? His children. He knew he needed to stay strong and carry on for them. Though, of course, carrying on could take weeks, months, or even years, Elena would want him to be happy. But most of all, she'd want her children to be happy and loved as well.

So, then and there, Gabe dedicated himself to fulfilling Elena's wish. For the rest of his life, he would make sure his children are happy, healthy, and loved, just as Elena would do. Though it would be difficult to carry on without her, the Núñez Castillos still had each other, and that's what matters most.

#eoa ship appreciation week 2021 #gabelena #elena of avalor #my fics #sound of music au #i’ve been looking forward to this one lol #anyways as i said i’ve been pushing my von trapp knowledge onto my gf for months now so now you guys can have some too :)#also please let me know what you think if you read it bc i need to know if i’ve made you suffer™️#also also gabelena kids are mentioned here #seven of them this time!!#yeah they have a lot of kids what about it

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I Trust You.

Marko (The Lost Boys) x Chiraptophobic!reader

Warnings: very vague mention of abuse, but they do not apply to the reader necessarily.

Context: The reader suffers from chiraptophobia (the fear of physical human contact/touch) and has somehow found themself in a friendship with Marko, who has somehow managed to understand how to not constantly need to touch his friend to show affection, until they take a ride on the Ferris wheel.

A/N: This was interesting to write, so j hope it's turned out alright. I guess I took a little inspiration from Death Stranding's Sam, but I thought it would be fun to do which it was. I hope it's enjoyable!😊💛

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It took Marko weeks to finally figure out why I always shied away from his advances, why I'd stared uncomfortably at his offered hand until he withdrew it when he'd tried to shake mine in greeting, why I always wore gloves even in the suffocatingly hot summer air (despite him doing the same), and why I wouldn't go near people I don't know personally, often doing my hardest to steer clear of others in general. Rather than ask, he tried to work it out for himself, observing my behaviour and mannerisms for hours on end, though he still couldn't get what was up with my actions. He'd had to ask for some help from the others, though only David and Dwayne could offer any plausible reasons as to why: maybe I'd been abused in my past and was now averse to unfamiliar human contact, or maybe I was a germophobe. When the young vampire had asked me about both, I'd quickly denied them, thinking that it is unlikely he'd understand the real reason for my odd behaviour. It was only when he saw another person try to shake my hand that he finally noticed the emotion passing through my eyes at the prospect, at which point it all clicked into place. I was afraid of the contact.

Explaining to him what chiraptophobia is was surprisingly easy, though he was a little disappointed by this fact, being a very touch-driven person when around others, even when not in a relationship, though he did manage to take it in his stride, taking time to inform the boys of this as well, in case one of them accidentally made me uncomfortable. He'd nearly ripped Paul's head off when the taller vampire tried to wrap his arm around my shoulders, only letting up when I told him it was alright, that there was no harm done, despite how uneasy I felt afterwards. Since then, Marko has become almost like a bodyguard for me, making sure no one ever comes into my personal space, all while keeping his distance, too, respecting my limits.

We became fast friends, so much so that he eventually told me his secret, revealing his true self to me on one of the nights we chose to hang out together, alone, on the beach, a night I'd never forget. Naturally, I'd been shaken by this revelation, but soon grew used to the idea, knowing that my friend would never hurt me, not intentionally. After a few months, I finally felt comfortable enough to let him touch my gloved hand, though it still made me feel a little uneasy, the sensation of another person's fingers on mine unfamiliar and disturbing to me, but it made the vampire unbelievably happy, a bright smile plastering itself across his face for the rest of the night. He tells me he had to fight off the urge to hug me, for which I'm very grateful - touching a covered hand is very different to being enveloped in an embrace. Since then, he's taken any chance he can get to hold or touch my hand, always beaming like a beacon when he does so, my discomfort in the contact fading a little over time, though I'd soon found that it was only with the curly haired blonde that my body reacted like this, having asked Dwayne to try at some point, to see if it improved overall. Having come up negative in this test, I gave contact one last try with David, who never seems to take off his gloves, only to find that his touch made me uneasy as much as Dwayne's had, despite the two layers of cloth between our respective fingertips. The memory still sets me on edge, though I am well aware it has nothing to do with either David or Dwayne, rather my own mentality.

A shiver goes up my spine as I feel a hand slip into mine, though I quickly recognise the young vampire stepping in beside me, my stance relaxing again when my body realises whose touch it is, though my arm still remains a little tense, out of habit. Reassuringly, Marko swipes a thumb over the back of my glove, glad that I haven't rejected the contact yet, meaning I'm doing better than normal.

"Hey Stranger." He greets, grinning widely at me.

"Hey Blondie." I reply, smiling back at him in return, before casting a quick glance around for the others, "What'd you do with the other three?"

"They're around. Not sure where." The young vampire shrugs, dismissing the question quickly, "How was your day?"

"Not too bad. I didn't get much work done though, I was too preoccupied."

"Preoccupied? With what?" Marko inquires, raising an eyebrow at me in confusion, though his lips are still quirked up into an amused curve.

"That's for me to know, and for you to figure out." I chuckle, tapping the side of my nose secretively.

"Challenge accepted." He smirks, eyes lighting up at the prospect.

I smile at him as we walk, knowing he'll figure it out eventually, the answer being a little closer to home than he thinks.

"Anyway, how'd you sleep?" I question him, eyeing the Ferris wheel off to the side of the Boardwalk.

"Better than usual, actually."

"Oh yeah? How come?"

"Paul didn't snore so much for once, and David wasn't muttering in his sleep either, so it was pretty quiet, altogether." He explains, smiling when I laugh at the mention of David.

"Wait, David talks in his sleep?"

"Yeah, but you can't tell anyone! And especially don't tell him that I told you, or I'll have my ass kicked to the moon and back." Marko grins, biting his thumb as if nervous, though I'm aware that this is one of his signature mannerisms.

"That's a lot of ass-kicking. Probably quite impressive to watch. " I muse, noticing his arm lift slightly, as if to give me a playful slap on the arm, as he normally would've done with someone else, only to briefly squeeze my hand instead, shaking his head in mock exasperation. I grin at him, before turning my gaze back towards the Ferris wheel, admiring the glittering lights in the black night sky, wondering what the view is like up there.

"Wanna take a ride?" Marko interrupts my thoughts, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Huh?" I blurt out, not having heard his question, quickly snapping my eyes back to his.

"Do you wanna go on the wheel with me?" He repeats, gesturing with a nod of the head to the great circular structure a little way away.

"I would love to, but I don't have any money on me tonight. I forgot my change." I say, somewhat remorsefully, using my free hand to pat my pockets to check for any loose coins, though I'm well aware I have none, having spent it all on food earlier in the evening.

"Who said anything about you paying? Come on, it'll be fun!" The blonde vampire promises, pulling me into the crowd, which parts around us thanks to his reputation (and choice of company), meaning no one comes into touching distance. At one point, my arm brushes past some surfer's bare bicep, which sends uncomfortable shivers and goosebumps through my body, the bitter, irrational fear that comes with it soon biting at the back of my mind, my pulse picking up slightly in response, my muscles turning rigid under my clothes. Marko notices this, briefly stopping to make sure I'm ok, before turning to memorize the surfer's face, most likely intending to take it up with him later, before we continue on, swiftly reaching the shortening queue for the Ferris wheel. Beside me, Marko fidgets and shifts in place, clearly eager to get on the rotating structure, his thumb between his teeth as usual, doe eyes focused on the ticket booth.

"Calm down, Blondie. The wheel isn't going anywhere." I laugh, watching the people around us as they amble to and fro, inching out of the way as a group of made-up girls push past, wincing as I brush against Marko, only to feel surprised when I don't feel the usual discomfort rising up in me from the contact, setting a train of thought into motion. I barely notice as the queue diminishes, only really returning to the present when we reach the booth, at which point Marko buys two tickets and leads me into one of the seats. An attendant comes over to help us secure ourselves, but Marko quickly stares him down, doing the job himself with efficiency.

Not too long after, we've reached a decent way off from the ground, our feet swinging gently in the air as we watch the Boardwalk from above, grinning and joking with each other as we take it in turns pointing out random individuals, making comments about them until the other laughs. At one point, the young vampire manages to spot David, Dwayne and Paul, making some sort of remark about how the leader's hair "looks like a pineapple from the top", before comparing the latter's to a mop. I do my best to hold back my laughter, but it only results in me nearly choking as he starts pointing out more and more likenesses between his friends and everyday objects, tears threatening to spill as I struggle to contain myself. It is only in this moment, that I realise one thing, but it takes me a couple more minutes to act on the thought that has sprung to mind.

Slowly, I pull off my left glove, teasing each finger out of their designated space with a deliberate hesitation, wriggling them a bit once I've exposed them to the air, enjoying the sensation of the light breeze around my heated digits. Marko makes a point of ignoring this, turning his gaze up to the star-strewn sky instead, only to snap his eyes back to mine when he feels a single finger touch the skin of his hand. Gingerly, I trace it over his knuckle, expecting to feel a rush of discomfort, my movements careful and calculated, knowing this is the first time in years that I've had deliberate contact with another person's skin. From my fingertip, it feels as if an electric shock has travelled through me, butterflies suddenly appearing in my stomach. Biting my lip when nothing bad happens, I continue this movement with the rest of my fingers, cautiously slipping my hand into his, enjoying the feeling of his icy cold palm against my warmed one, my eyes finding his shocked ones as our fingers intertwine. In them, I find a tonne of questioning, though he makes no move to actually ask, instead remaining quiet, carefully tightening his grip around my hand as he tries his best to feel as much of my soft skin as he can, the calluses from the handlebars of his bike rubbing slightly.

"What does this mean?" He eventually queries, elated that he can finally hold my hand without a glove being in the way.

"It means that I trust you. I've had no reaction to your contact, and I think it's because I enjoy being with you, and also because you've increased my confidence levels a lot since we first met. I've been trying to figure out why I'm ok with you touching me and no one else all day, which is why I was too preoccupied to work, but I finally worked it out." I inform him, telling him part of the truth - in reality, my trust goes a lot further than wanting a platonic friendship.

Marko is quiet for a moment, as if not quite understanding what I've told him.

"You trust me?" His voice is laced with disbelief, eyes fixing on mine again.

"I do."

Eyes widening again, he smiles, his other hand coming up, as if to try and wrap me in a hug, but the awkward positioning of the barrier, as well as the reminder of my usual discomfort, stop him in his tracks, his hand tightening around mine instead .

"I'm really glad you feel that way, (Y/n). Not many people do." He chuckles, referring to the naturally predatory air he gives off, being a vampire and all, still surprised that I let him touch me.

"I feel safe around you because I know you're my friend, but not many people can have the same claim." I point out, watching the view a little, enjoying the sight of the many glittering lights sprawled out before me, admiring the tiny orange specks of fires on the beach, as well as the rapidly moving headlights of a train passing through the outskirts of Santa Carla, most likely heading out towards the Bridge.

"Fair point." Marko agrees, still staring at our joined hands, which he continues to do until we reach the bottom of the wheel again, at which point he has to let go in order to remove the barrier from our laps. As soon as we're back on the Boardwalk, however, I slip my hand back into his, a small feeling of warmth welling up in me as I see the bright smile splitting his face, clearly happy that I've willingly made contact with him again.

A whistle behind us draws our attention, the sound belonging to a grinning Paul, who approaches us, along with David and Dwayne, who are both smiling at the sight of us, the latter more so than the former, though both seem glad to see their friend happy. As they come closer, I make eye contact with Dwayne, who lifts an eyebrow in questioning, a smirk making its way onto his face when I silently give him a nod, knowing he understands what it means.

I've fallen hard for the blonde vampire who's helped me get over my fear.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#marko(the lost boys)#santa carla #star(the lost boys)#alex winter

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