#and she wont even let us enter our own living room without screaming at us to go away

[weabooweedwitch]

I um

I do not think my mother and I are safe in our own home anymore and I have some serious concerns

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Deal Pt 2

Masterlist

Summary: Clark take you to august to finish the deal.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Dub Con, BDSM, Toys

A/N: second part to @wolfieash​ ask which is here

Taglist: in reblog.

Smut below the cut.

"NO IM NOT GOING ! AND YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" You yelled chasing Clark into the living room arms cross and lips pulled into a snarl.

He rolled his eyes at you, you'd been throwing a fit all day.

"Sweetheart, you made a deal, gave him your word... you cant go back on it" he insisted once more trying to convince you.

"Yes I can it was my word! Not yours, I can do what I want!" You huffed blowing some hair out of your face it was hard trying to be serious when your hair seemed to want to stick in your mouth.

"No poppet I'm not letting you break you word , now get dressed we leave in a hour" he said quickly spinning you around pressing you to the bedroom door.

"Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere!" You grunted pulling away from him.

"Tonight love I promise, now go get ready august is expecting us..." he said grinning almost sweetly at you.

"I don't give a flying fuck! I'm not going" you stomped a foot at him finally making his brow twitch, jaw tightening in irritation.

He stood taller and let his frame seem to devour the space on the hall making you shrink, shivering as you watched your sweet fiancé become a great predator. A loin or bear?

"Sweetheart enough! Now go get dressed...I laid out your outfit" he ground out severely finally having enough. A deal was a deal... and he wanted your ass!

"Out fit? What outfit-OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" You cried entering your room seeing the shear fabric

"That? Its a little body stocking~" Clark said leaning on the door frame arms crossed wearing a huge grin.

"IM NOT WEARING A FUCKING BODYSTOCKING!"

"Well I would if I were you because if not there will be images of your naked ass being flown about on the front pages tomorrow~" he quipped with a smirk.

"Yo-you wouldn't dare!" You said voice loosing its bite as he stared at you.

"Wouldn't I? I mean come on love anal's on the line~" he teased and moved up behind you and slapped your bottom hard enough to make you yip and jerk away.

"Now hop to it... You've got 50 minuets~" he called over his shoulder as he exited the room.

In the end Clarks threat of having you mooney metropolis was too much of a threat and you'd showered and slipped into the body stocking...

But you didn't shave! If they were gonna push through with your whole sex for silence deal then they would live with the consequences! No bare pussy for either of them!

Fuck'em.... or don't? Which was preferable

It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it, it was that you did... a little more then you should have! It frightened you the way you'd enjoyed being used and fought over.

"Oh come on why the long face angel?" August hummed as he opened the glass doors on his rooftop home, the penthouse was shiny sleek and as dark as the man himself.

"Fuck off august!" you grumbled walking right passed him as soon as Clark put you down

"Oh such a foul mouth! We will have to teach you some manners~" the agent quipped as you entered the bare but masculine space, everything was harsh lines and fucked up art pieces of splotching blocky shades of black, red and deep violet.

"Yes she's very snippy today... has been all week, pouting" Clark huffed shrugging. Taking the offered crystal glass with amber liquid.

"Ah we have a brat on our hands then?" August chuckled and walked through the home quickly snagging one of your elbows and directed you to the playroom, not wasting any time.

"Yeah, she doesn't want me to fuck her ass" Clark summarized with a shrug.

"Aww Why not sweety? You loved me fucking your ass? You cried and withered moaning so beautifully~" august hummed into your ear as he pressed you over the threshold into a large windowless room, strip lighting igniting the room in a light red. The devils den so to speak.

"Sh-shut up you prick" you snarled.

Augusts reply was a tsk and he pressed you over to a padded sawhorse and looked to Clark nodding to the ankle and wrist cuffs.

Clark breezed past him quickly securing you down making you curse him, but by this point it was a formality as you had already soaked yourself through.

"Oh would you look at that? Our little brat is eager~" august said with a chuckle and a warm hand probed you lightly making you jolt and try to squirm away.

"Yes I know, she likes denying herself, its strange she knows we will win but Continues to fight?" He said coming around your side ghosting his fingers over your ribs making you shudder.

"Well lets not waste time shall we? I have a few things out ready but first lets get this fitted shall we?" August said menacingly walking around you brandishing a very large O ring gag.

"After all if she's going to throw a tantrum I don't trust her not to bite" he uttered moving towards you.

"I've never thought of using one of those before... it wont hurt her will it?"

"Only her pride Clark trust me even she needs a... dressing down every once in a while" august reassured him.

Your eyes grew wide as the agent approached with the large gag that looked both threatening and enticing, things had been kinky with august but you hadn't ever gone this far into bdsm before. You were scared and still fighting but not as hard? You were curious and being dominated by them last week had... changed you. It had been thrilling to be so out of control.

"Should we... give her a signal or something? Incase it gets to much?" Clark quizzed, he was still all for it but wanted to be mindful of you. He didn't want to hurt you.

"Trust me she's going to love it, but in the case of something going wrong" august directed his attention to you befo4e continuing.

"There is a small desk bell one the inside of the left leg on the saw horse... if thing get too much hit it three times fast and we will get you down" he said seriously.

You frowned as his gaze bored into you, for a second you believed you saw actual concern in his eyes.

It unsettled you, August couldn't really have any feelings towards you could he? I mean this was blackmail!

You nodded quickly to him letting him know you understood.

Then just like that August was haughty again and quickly fixed the gag in your mouth, setting your teeth in the small grooves that was semi comfortable.

"Shes ready when you are~" the agent hummed and stood back.

Clark darted behind you and helped himself to you and august disappeared from sight.

You moaned into the room as your fiancé roamed your folds as if exploring them for the first time.

He was rougher then usual prodding and impaling you fast and hard before slowing and drawing your own arousal over your presented ass.

You withered as Clark used you body, pressing you higher and higher making you teeter on then edge then back away letting you calm down only to work you up again.

"I thought we could... try something... a little bonus for all of us tonight~" you heard august but couldn't see him.

"I'm listening" Clark said as he plunged his fingers back into you harder throwing off your concentration making you cry out.

"I have this" you tried seeing what August had but was too preoccupied with the maddening strokes of clark's fingers as he pounded away at your g-spot forcing you to try and rock on him chasing a high he had already cruely denied you twice.

"What even is that thing?" Cark said not paying attention to you as your body twisted and pulled trying to cum like a desperate whore.

"Here ill show you~" august said and Clarks fingers disappeared from you making you cry out and moan, your pussy tried holding him but it was to drenched to actually grip him.

Then something was pressed into you, large wide and very short.

"Oh-oh fuck?!AH!" You yelped  awkwardly around the gag as the toy settled, curved forward and down pressing on your gspot without being held. There was a large flat expanse resting outside of you to, the toy curved in a large C shape.

"Does that go up her?"

"No no, we just pop her little clit in here~ and press the button!" You jerked as august moved you, thick fingers prodding your clit and sat the engorged nub into a small round dip and pressed a button.

You squealed tensing all at once as you felt a suction on your clit and roared.

"Holy shit?" Clark said in awe watching as you keened and tried throwing you weight around on the toy that was held in place by your muscles clenching to it so tightly... It was bittersweet in a way, your own body holding the sweet torturous device on your clit.

"And it gets better, press that one" you hear a small click and arched moaning out as the egg like shape inside of you came to life vibrating against your insides.

Clark watched entranced as you withered this is what he'd been missing out on? Fuck!

August darted around you and strokes you hair watching as Clark stripped behind you unable to wait any longer as you thrashed about trying to rock into the toy.

"Shh shh thats a girl, now deep breath your wonderboy may be a little too enthusiastic if your doing all that squirming~"

You froze feeling Clark poise himself at your well lubed ass then grunted as he thrust forward splitting you open.

Clark hissed and moaned loudly as the vibrating egg not only made you quiver and tense around him already threatening to flood the place but it also rubbed his cock as he rutted you.

"Oh fuck- thats amazing! I cant- I shit babe!?" Clark didn't wait he immediately began pounding in to the tight quivering body before him.

August chuckled once more before releasing his own belt buckle. Not wanting to let your wails and monas go to waste.

They would work wonders on his cock, offering the sweetest of releases as you screamed onto his cock as he lodged it into your throat.

August was never into men, but he could develop a thing for corrupting this huge perfect man.

For now August would let you and Clark think you were in control of the deal. Let this one final night play out.

But the seed was sewn and before long he knew Superman would return wanting to explore more and more of this little sex dungeon. And then he will strike another deal.

Because August wasn't opposed to making a little compromise to get decent pussy. If he had to share with Supes so be it, it looked like he could teach the kid a thing or two and he would gladly, because he had many more toys to tease you both with~

If things went to plan he'd have not one but two desperate little subs. And he couldn't wait!

[ciderxi]

She was supposed to be mine Pt. 3

Title: She was supposed to be mine 

Chapter- 3 Secret Meeting

Pairing San x Reader X Yeosang

Word Count:2.8k

Anger filled his entire body, not being able to push it down in time. San lunged towards Yeosang, catching him while he was still trying to process what you had just said. Yeosang yelped as he fell onto the ground, his head hitting the wall as San proceeded to try and strangle him. While the rest of the group jumped to pull them apart, still not fully processing what was happening "Mingi, help me take him to the room" Hongjoong said as he and Mingi began to drag him to his room. San screaming at Yeosang the whole way "I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS"

"SHE'S MINE" You jolted up as you heard San yelling, and the other boys talking frantically phone away, rushing to see what had just happened. Not caring about how what had just happened. Not caring about how your eyes were clearly still puffy and red.

You watched as San gets dragged away and Yeosang is sitting on the floor, surrounded by his friends. "Yeosang are you okay??? Someone tell me what happened!" but no one answered, feeling almost as if it wasn't their place, but also not being completely sure of what was going on. Why was San so angry, it's not like Yeosang was doing anything besides existing.

Through gritted teeth, Wooyoung aggressively spat, "Why don't you go talk to your boyfriend" as he kept his eyes on his best friend, who of course had his eyes on you. He wanted to call out for her, and tell you that he heard what you had said. But he just kept looking at you longingly, wanting to warn you, but knowing he couldn't. Not without interference from San, who may or may not be one step ahead of him.

"Wooyoung what do you mean? What happened? I was just in the bathroom and then I heard fighting"

Wooyoung at this point was visibly pissed, not only because his friend was hurt, but because she was hurting Yeosang, even if unintentionally. Jongho seeing that Wooyoung was about to say something, grabbed you by the wrist and whisked you away to your new room "How about I help you unpack while the rest of them figure things out " Jongho takes you to the room at the end of the hallway, and leaves you there while he retrieves your luggage.

You follow him, obviously caring more about the fight that just happened, instead of unpacking. "What do you mean figure things out? Jongho why wont you tell me what happened?"Jongho carries her heavy luggage to her new room as he's being pestered by her questions.

Besides the obvious fact that they would have all been caught spying on her, he didn't want to scare you into leaving. "I can't tell you, you're going to have to talk to them" he sighed with a bit of frustration.

"It's been a long day, why don't I just help you unpack, and then we can talk about it in the morning"

"It's barely 3pm... you know that right" you gestured to the open window letting the sunlight pour in "Okayyyy, give me a few minutes, stay here, I'm gonna head to the store and get us some snacks so we can play a few games.

With the moon rising in the dark night skies, Jongho has everyone meet in the living room. You heads towards your destination and can already feel the tension in the air, even as the guys are somewhat separated. Whatever happened on the other side of the bathroom door didn't end so well, as the bright and cheerful people that you saw in them were no longer there. The room is silent as tension filled the room. Jongho entered and happily realizes that the tension has died down at least a little bit.

"I figured that since we just finished our comeback, we should celebrate with some food and alcohol"

"Will there be steak???" Seonghwa asks, practically drooling already

"Of course~" Jongho laughs as he leads everyone to the dining room. "Who's ready to celebrate?"

Mingi's woo's loudly as the rest of them nod and rushed to take their seats. All of them ready to forget about the day's events and eat. The Main table being full with the main dish and side dishes. Next to the table is an ice chest of what might actually be filled with nothing, but beer. Jongho really has gone all out and everyone seem all excited especially Seonghwa, who didn't have to cook this time.

Y/n's POV

We all gathered around the table, San making sure that he was next to me and Yunho sat on the right side of me. Yeosang sat across from me as Wooyoung sat on his left and Hongjoong on his right, leaving Seonghwa and Mingi sitting at both sides. Jongho was still standing as he was handing everyone a beer, I insisted on helping, but he insisted that I stay seated since and I quote "I'm the guest here and I shouldn't be doing so much" Jongho was so sweet,even if a bit much at times

Ever since I arrived things went from what I know as normal, to a life I would never even see myself in, it really feels as if I'm still dreaming all of this. What if this is really a dream and when I sleep tonight I'll wake up in my bedroom that's in my home going back to the day of the fanmeet...

As Jongho had finally sat down between Mingi and Yunho, he claps his hands indication that it's time for us to eat. Before I could grab my plate San grabs it first giving me a variety of chicken to eat, which in any other situation is kinda sweet. But not right now, I can't help but feel this tension between us right now. And I don't even know what I did wrong.

What really happened while I was in the bathroom? Did they hear my conversation while I was on the phone??

I look at San quietly enjoying his meal, listening to Mingi telling a story of his when he was in highschool. Thank goodness for Mingi and Yunho, they always know how to keep everyone laughing and talking. I swear they share the same brain cell at times.

3RD POV

The group then finishes the night of fun, with everyone at varying levels of drunkenness, it was a good night, You walk over to your room with San behind in tow. Leaving Yeosang to watch them leave from the living room. He watches them longingly, and eventually dismissed himself from the game the group had been playing, The only one sober ish enough to notice leave being Wooyoung, while the rest drunkenly sang karaoke. Meanwhile Seonghwa danced to various girl groups.

Thank goodness for beer, Yeosang let out a sweet laugh at his own joke, before slowly going silent.

San closes the door behind you, caressing your cheeks as he urged you to look at him. "Y/n~ I~love~you" he sang while leaning in for a kiss. You froze for a second, looking for a way out. After today, you weren't so sure you could trust San, not after how angry he was tonight. you pulled away slightly, peering into his hungry eyes "San... there's something I need to tell you..."

San placed his finger on your lips, "Shh.. it's okay.. it can wait.. Just let me take control and I'll make you feel good~" He moved his lips to the crook of your neck, placing light kisses, overwhelmed You place your hands to his chest pushing him away... "San I mean it.."

"And I said that it can wait.. Now relax and let's have a little fun..", inches away from your face San tilts her head up teasing you before he going to kiss you. The kiss became hot and heavy in that matter of seconds, he licked you bottom lip begging for entrance, without realizing it, you gave in, not wanting to make him angry.

I need to tell him... before it's too late..

Catching their breaths, San leans in, but before things would escalate any further, You take in a small breath, "I.. love Yeosang.." San acts as if he doesn't hear you and goes to nip and kiss at your neck, leaving a trail of love bites as You let out a trail of moans. Your body telling him yes, but your heart telling him no. you tried to pry San off before he could leave any more hickies "let's call it a night....'

'Shhh don't worry Y/n, I'm sure our friends won't mind hearing you scream my name tonight~' He cooed into her ear, nibbling on it a bit too hard for her to manage 'San please, you're drunk, let's do this later" Trying to hide your fear and embarrassment behind a serious tone.Moving your hands to push against his chest, only to have San quickly grabbed your wrists, and put them over your head.

"Don't be such a tease Y/n~ you were so eager to get with me when we first met after all" Feeling a weird sense of pain, you kicked him off, causing him to groan at the sudden force, It actually wasn't that bad, but it still hurt nonetheless.'' San leave, now!"

Yeosang scrambles to hide as soon as he hears San cursing and walking towards the door.

He quietly runs to his room and waits there, using the party in the living room to mask any noise he would make, Meanwhile San slammed You's door shut, causing her to jump at the sound- and sigh with relief.

I really fucked up this time, and I can't even move out, I already agreed to rent out my house to a friend. And even then,if I left I wouldn't be able to see Yeosang, You really thought this one through huh genius

You tried to fight back tears of frustration as you wrote in your journal, figuring it would be to document new fun memories of living with idols. Instead only having cliche boy troubles to write down. You sighed and went along with your nightly routine, making sure to take a relaxing bath to calm your nerves. Sure today was a lot, but that didn't mean you couldn't keep up with your skincare routine.

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At 6 in the morning, Yeosang had written a letter to give to You. As the time came, Yeosang walked straight to Your door and slipped a note under the door, he left going to the meeting spot he invited her to. He was going to wait until later, until he noticed you already awake and in the bathroom, most likely getting ready for the day. He had to take his chance before anyone else could wake up and possibly catch them

Seemingly not noticing San watching his every move intently. As soon as Yeosang was out of Sight, he ran to your room and read the note as fast as he could, trying as hard as he could to not rip it up. No, he couldn't have Yeosang knowing he threw away the note, He couldn't chance it, not when You was at stake.

Exiting out of the bathroom, You walk out in yoga pants and a black long sleeve shirt while using your towel to dry off your hair. Hanging your towel, you comb your hair into place, freeing it of knots.  Sighing from a long day you stumble upon a note on the floor, hesitating to pick it up, you decide to look at it to at least know who its from.

Yeosang...

Opening the note while your heart jumps rapidly against her chest, you read the fine print over and over, "I'm sorry to have to do this in secret, but I need to see you you. We can't be seen together because of San... If you wish to meet with me please come meet me in the backyard as soon as you see this, i'll be waiting"your heart races looking at the note, looking around to make sure no one saw you reading it. Not having the slightest inkling that San had gotten to the note first.

You grab your sneakers and heads to the backyard. Being very careful by not waking up the others as she makes her way to the backyard. Seeing Yeosang standing there waiting. You admire him for a moment, looking at every detail, from his eyes to the birthmark on the side of his face, to his lips. He stood tall with his hands in his hoodie pockets, his feet kicking around some innocent pebbles as he waited for you.

Standing there, your eyes met, both smiling to each other. Extending his hand out, "Come on, our destination has a little bit of walking before we can actually talk." Taking his hand without a second thought Yeosang led you to where they can actually talk in private, hopefully without being caught.

After some walking Yeosang comes to a stop, "We're here." looking around you admired the place he'd taken her to. "This is a little secret spot of mine that no one knows about.." You looked at Yeosang and noticed he was a bit nervous, hoping that you actually liked the place. "It's beautiful here.." Hearing those words made him all the happier. "So Yeosang what was it that you wanted to talk privately about?"

The way his name rolled off your tongue made him shiver with ecstasy, it felt so right to hear his name being said by you and only you. This is the moment, his only chance to tell you, "You.." he paused for a moment, thinking he heard something from behind the clearing. Worrying for a moment if someone had followed them

"Yeosang?" your voice quickly shook the worries from his head and brought his eyes back to meet yours. " I know we just met, and i know you're with San,but at the fanmeet... I felt something for you" he confessed, his eyes searching hers for any reaction

Taken aback, your breathing becomes unsteady, letting out a heavy breathe, with eyes looking at him with affection. "Yeosang, I feel the same way..Meeting you in person felt like such a dream and I never wanted it to end.. Yeosang I don't know how or why you make me feel this way, but I don't want it to end."

Yeosang stepped closer, your bodies inches apart, his finger lightly wrapped around yours becoming a full grasp. One hand held you, as the other traced from your hand, up her arm, resting at the crook of her neck. "You.. my You.. you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that."

"As happy as I am at this very moment...San what am I supposed to do about him.. The other members.. I mean the only reason i moved in was to spend time with him as his girlfriend... If only I was strong enough to push him away that day.."

Yeosang wipes the tears that have yet to escape from your eyes, "Shhh don't worry about that.. We'll figure something out, I promise you that. Just promise me that you'll tell me if San gives you any trouble."

Yeosang kisses your forehead signifying that he will always protect you no matter what. Holding close to him staying like that for what seems like forever and only do they wish would that moment last forever.

While they're enjoying the heartwarming moment another person watches them from afar only being able to hear the gist of their conversation. San clenches his fist with rage, wanting to jump out at that very moment to strangle his friend

He did not just fucking kiss her, he did not just kiss MY girlfriend on the lips

From his point of view, it had looked like they just kissed. Even if it wasn't the case, San was still just as pissed,

"I'm also sorry for spying on your conversations in the bathroom, I'm sure you know that already."They both chuckle as they continue embracing each other, fully enjoying their time together, even if it was short

San backs away quietly making sure the two young lovers oblivious to his presence, walking discreetly San plots his next big move against Yeosang that will make sure You is his and won't ever leave his side again. Unable to hide his disgust for another second.

He was going to make them pay for this, no matter what it took.

She will be mine

[harryhooksgazebos267]

Broken Trust~Part 8

Paring: Bang Chan x reader; Mark Tuan x reader(arranged marriage)

Genre: Mafia au, angst, little bit of everything honestly

Warnings: Cursing, mafia life and shizzle

MASTERLIST

After Chan left, Jisung entered your room and the two of you basically caught up with each other and told dumb stories.

“So then Felix chased us around the house screaming put some more, put some more while spraying us with whipped cream. Let’s just say Chan wasn’t too happy when he came home,” Jisung explained while the two of you died of laughter. All of a sudden, you heard a really loud bang downstairs, causing the two of you to jump.

“What the fuc-”

“BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA,” Four voices yell at the top of their lungs.

“Oh my god!!” You squealed while you rushed to the door.

“Hey slow down! You don’t even know where you’re going.”

“ Touché, hurry up old man, we don’t got all day now.”

“What’s that sunny?” Jisung asked in a fake old man voice.

“Shut up,” You laughed out as you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room. He lead you down into the living room where you saw all the boys and, the most important part, Blackpink! Jennie was the first to notice your presence.

“Oh my god Y/n!” She exclaimed with a large smile rushing over to hug you.

“It’s been too long!”

“You’re telling me,” She joked as the two of you pulled away. You then turned to hug Jisoo, Rosé, and Lisa.

“How have you been?” Rosé asked.

“I’ve been alright, got kidnapped but other than that I’m doing just fine.”

The four of them gave you a puzzled look.

“Who kidnapped you?” Lisa asked.

“They did?” You questioned, equally confused as to why they thought you were here willingly.

“Okay kidnapped is a strong word,” Seungmin defended.

“Yeah, it has a bad connotation,” Jeongin agreed.

“Well what else would you call it?” You questioned.

“A friendly get together?” Jeongin suggested.

“There is nothing friendly about Hyunjin’s attitude,” You remarked causing him to roll his eyes.

“I can’t believe you kidnapped her,” Jennie scolded while staring at Chan causing him just to shrug in response.

“Again, really strong word to use.” 

“Seungmin, we kidnapped her,” Chan deadpanned.

“Dumbasses,” Jennie whispered causing you to snort.

“What about you guys? How have you been?”

“We’ve been good! Kicking ass and looking good while doing it, you know, the usual,” Jennie said while flipping her hair.

“How’s Mark?” Lisa innocently asked not realizing how touchy the subject is.

“Fine.”

“That’s good. How about your relationship? I know last time we talked you guys still hadn’t warmed up to each other,” Lisa questioned while taking a seat on one of the couches. You and the other girls following after her.

“Our relationship? Umm, I guess it’s also fine. It’s still kind of weird between us so,” You trailed off, really not wanting to talk about it.

“It’s weird between you to?” Chan sarcastically asked.

“Oh will you get over the damn phone call already!”

“What phone call?” Jisoo asked.

“It doesn’t really matter...”

“Clearly it does if it’s got Chan all up in his feels,” Lisa pointed out.

“First off, I’m not in my feels, second off, he told her he loved her.”

This caused everyone to gasp and the girls to squeal.

“Oh my gosh that’s so cute,” Rosé gushed while squishing your cheeks.

“Stop,” You whined while swatting her hands away.

“Did you say it back?” Jisoo eagerly asked, wanting to get all the tea.

“No?”

“Y/n! Why didn’t you say it back?” She scolded.

“Well I mean, he didn’t really give me a chance to. He hung up the phone as soon as he said it, not that I would have said it back,” You explained.

“You’re gonna break that poor mans heart,” Lisa commented.

“Oh please, Mark doesn’t have a heart,” Minho scoffed.

“Oh shut up, what would you know?” Jisoo scowled.

“More than you would! Since when are you best friends with him? Since when were any of you best friends with him?”

“Get over yourself Minho,” Jisoo said while rolling her eyes.

“Y/n, have you even been making an effort to get closer to Mark?” Jennie asked.

“Do you really have to talk about this here?” Jeongin whined. 

“No please, let them continue. I would love to hear all about this,” Chan stated with a fake grin on his face.

The room fell silent as the air grew tense. Probably not the best conversation to be having right now.

“Oh, don’t get all quiet now.” 

“Don’t be such a dick,” You mumbled out.

“Don’t let them ruin girl talk y/n, spill all the tea,” Lisa said while giving all the boys dirty looks.

“Yeah, spill the tea,” Jisung added.

“Really?” Changbin asked in disgust, causing Jisung to flick him off.

“Anyway, to answer your question Jennie, I wouldn’t really say I’m making an effort. I don’t really see the point,” You shrugged out.

“Period, Mark is a dirty nobody,” Minho agreed.

“I never said that but pop off I guess.”

“Okay I get Chan and Y/n used to be a thing or whatever but why are you all so against Mark? He isn’t a bad guy,” Rosé questioned.

“He isn’t a bad guy? You deal realize he would kill her without a second thought,” Hyunjin, to your surprise, hissed out. Guess he didn’t hate you anymore? 

“Oh please no he wouldn’t,” Lisa denied, “and why do you care? Thought you were giving y/n a sour attitude.”

“That was past me, I’ve grown since then. And just because I was giving her a “sour attitude” doesn’t mean I didn’t, well don’t, care about her.”

“Past you? That was like two hours ago annnnd you said you should just kill me,” You deadpanned.

“That is a very good point,” Jisung agreed causing Hyunjin to glare at him.

“I didn’t actually mean it.”

“Whatever, but seriously, you guys haven’t seen how he acts around her,” Jisoo stated.

“Neither have you,” You pointed out.

“Well yeah but....it’s different,” She defended.

“How the hell is that different?” Hyunjin questioned.

“Because it just is! I’m older than you which means I’m wiser so I can judge Mark better,” Jisoo sassed.

“Clearly you can’t,” Hyunjin shot back.

“Will the two of you just stop already?” You snapped, tired of hearing them fight like little kids.

“Honestly, I think you both are right to some degree. I think at first Mark wouldn’t have hesitated to kill me if his father told him to but now, I guess things have changed,” You remarked.

“Are you serious?” Rosé asked.

“Well from what Felix told me yesterday, yeah. That would explain why Mark was so cold at first.”

“How do you know he still wouldn’t kill you in a heartbeat? Maybe he’s just saying I love you and all that just to get you to warm up to him so you fully trust him. That would make it easier for him to kill you, ” Minho suggested.

“Or he could be doing that just so you give up SM easier,” Changbin adds.

“I don’t know, that could be true but I really don’t feel like that’s the case,” You reply honestly.

“Well if he actually has feelings for you, we could use that to our advantage,”Felix says.

“How so?” You question.

“Wait, hold up. What the hell is going on?” Jennie asks, confusion written all over her face.

Chan quickly explains plan awaken to them, finishing with “and that’s why I called you over here. We were hoping you would help us take down JYP.” 

“Of course we’ll help,” Rosé answers, the other three nodding in agreement.

“Now Felix, what were you thinking?” Chan asks.

“Well if he really has feelings for Y/n, maybe he would be more willing to give up information, like the original plan, but maybe he’ll also change sides? I mean, maybe he’ll help us take down JYP. It’s always good to have an inside man,” Felix suggests.

“Felix that was fucking dumb, why would he want to take down his own empire? Or help us kill his dad? Plus we have Itzy, we don’t need anymore inside men,” Hyunjin rants.

“Itzy? They’re in on this?” you question surprised by this new information.

“Of course! What kind of operation do you think we’re running here,” Jeongin said.

“Fair point,” you responded, “but I’m with Hyunjin on this, I don’t really think Mark would just turn on Jinyoung.”

“So what do we do about Mark? I’m sure once you guys get your revenge, he’ll just retaliate,” Lisa points out.

“True,” Chan agrees.

“But if I’m on your side, maybe he wont?” 

“Y/n, I don’t know. It might be safer if you don’t pick a side,” Jisung says.

“I agree, if Mark goes after us then he’ll probably go after you too,” Chan says deep in thought.

“Not if he loves her,” Felix, once again pointed out.

“Love has nothing to do with the mafia Felix, it won’t matter how he feels. If she’s with us then she’s against him, he’ll go after her,” Chan said.

“Why does it matter if he goes after me? I thought I wasn’t here to be your friend?”

“Well...while you and Jisung were talk, the rest of had a group meeting-”

“You had a meeting without me?” Jisung whined like a five year old.

“Stop crying, we already knew your feelings on the matters. Now, as I was saying, we all had a discussion and we’ve reached the conclusion that you most likely didn’t know about JYP’s plan. With that being said, we also reached the conclusion that we should protect you and, if you want, you can actually join us. Not as our prisoner but as an actual ally, I guess. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay. Basically, we want to give you the option, seeing as though there is no point in dragging you into this if you don’t want to be apart of it.”

“I don’t really have a choice, either way I’m going to have to pick a side one way or another,” you state.

“Yeah but the longer you have to put off that choice, the less sticky the situation will be for you,” Chan explains.

“Well, seeing as though my mafia is directly involved and in danger, I’m on your side. I’ll help in anyway I can. My only worry is this entire plot of revenge, wont it harm more than do good? What do you expect to happen after Jinyoungs death, assuming that things go as planned. GOT7 will just retaliate and so will DAY6. You have Itzy so there is one group we don’t have to worry about, but what about Twice? And not to mention JYP’s allies. We have to worry about BTS, TXT. I’m assuming we don’t have to worry about IKON since we have Blackpink.” You ramble on.

“Well, not exactly,” Lisa trails off.

“What do you mean?” You question.

“Well, the thing is, we were doing business with Stray Kids before we knew who they were. Once we got wind of their identities, our boss wanted us to cut ties with them. Apparently Jinyoung gave him a phone call and since we’re allies, JYP’s enemy is our enemy,” Jisoo explains.    

“Then why are you here?” Changbin asks.

“Well, we kind of thought you would tell us what happened. At the end of the day, we used to be friends and we wanted to know why you all disappeared. And now knowing everything, we want to be on the right side. If Jinyoung is power hungry, who says he wont go after YG next? Plus, if y/n’s life is in danger, we want to help,” Jisoo states causing everyone to nod there heads.

“Maybe you can convince YG to change sides. Then we would have Winner, Ikon, and Treasure on our side,” Seungmin suggest.

“We’ll try but I’m not sure if he’ll listen. Either way, we’re on your side,” Jennie says.

“Very well. Now, on the topic of GOT7, DAY6, BTS, and TXT, we’ll deal with them when that problem arises. I’m not worried about Twice. Y/n, you’re friends with them so maybe if you explain everything to them, they’ll understand. I would talk to Jihyo. We also have to remember that if you tell your father, we’ll also have SM. So, we’ll have SNSD, TVXQ, SHINee, SUJU, EXO, F(x), Red Velvet, and NCT. We also have SM allies. So we would have Loona, Ateez, Block B. You know what, can someone get a piece of paper and write all this down?” Chan suddenly questions.

“On it!” Jeongin says while quickly leaving the room and coming back with a pencil and a piece of paper. After about debating for ten minuets, this is the list you all came up with.

“Well, it seems like if, well when, a war breaks out, the sides will be pretty equal,” You point out.

“Yeah,” Jisung agrees.

“So what do I do now? Are we still going to go with the “I told them I would join them to get information” plan or are things different now that I’m actually on your side?”

“No, no we need you to talk to your father and Twice. We need to make sure we have them on our side. You’ll probably be able to get more information in person with Mark and Jinyoung anyway,” Chan states.

You nod your head in agreement.

“Are you just gonna like drop me off or how is this gonna work?” You question.

“I have an idea!” Rosé exclaimed.

“Go on,” Chan urges.

“What if we bring her back? We could say that you called us over since we had been allies before we knew who you were. You wanted us on your side and we’ll say we just played along or whatever. We could say that while we were here, y/n pulled one of us aside and told us that she had a plan but it was going wrong and she needed help breaking out. So, we helped her escape blah blah. That way, it looks less sketchy as to why Y/n left and it looks like we’re on JYP’s side.”

“Damn that’s embarrassing, I’m here for one day and my plan already gets fucked up,” you joke, “all jokes aside, I like that plan. Mark was hesitant to even let me stay here so I don’t think it would surprise him if my “plan” got messed up.”

The room was filled with words of agreement and head nods.

“Perfect. Y/n, you need to be careful when discussing this with Soo man and Jihyo. If any of JYP’s goons hear you, your life will be in danger. If at any point you think the plan was compromised, call one of us or text us. We’ll come and get you. Do you understand me?” Chan stated dead serious.

“I understand...but I don’t have any of your numbers so...”

“I know, give us your phone.”

You handed Chan your phone and he put his number in your phone. After passing it to all the boys, they handed your phone back to you.

“If you think it’s safer, you can also call or text us and we’ll be there,” Jennie adds in.

“Thanks.”

“Of course. Should we take her back home now or is there anything else we need to discuss?” Jennie questions.

“No I think that’s it. If there is anything else, we’ll text you. You’ll probably want to change our names in your phone by the way.”

“Yeah that would be a good idea,” you chuckle out. You and the four other girls stand up to leave after saying your goodbyes. The five of you began to leave but you were stopped by Chan.

“Y/n?” He called out.

“Yeah?” 

“Be careful.”

You give him a little smile and quickly leave with the rest of the girls.

“This should be fun,” you thought to yourself as you get into there KIA and drive away.

A/N: Okay the fact that they’re driving away in a KIA sends me.

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Part nine

MASTERLIST

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Without

Warnings: I wrote this last year when I was dumb so ignore how putrid it is :)

Word count: 2k

Snow gliding through the sky as it piles up on the concrete streets. The sky is cloudy as a mist fogs up our surroundings. Streets of Seoul full of people looking for gifts for relatives. The festive holiday is coming up and people are able to spend the day with loved ones. I used to be one of those people.

I lost my true love a month ago. It was a stupid argument over the most irrelevant thing imaginable, I was just so fuming at the time that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. It was a trap, either way I was screwed. If I had continued the argument it would have worsened and if I had stopped earlier she still would have left me.

I could see in her eyes that she was broken due to the amount of times I've done this to her. I broke her again... I've broken her for the last time, and now she's gone.

If I had said sorry she would have left, if I begged she would have left, if I had just stopped myself from shouting in the first place. She's scared of me now, her eyes so full of fear as she trembled on the spot. I'll never forget the way she looked at me every time.

The following mornings were full of me proving to her that I loved her whether she wanted it or not. I would have done anything to make her forgive my foolish actions, couldn't do that last month though. It all seems pointless, love. I mean there are positive and negative outlooks on love.

Love can fill you with pure joy and excitement to the point that you forget the numbness that you'll feel after it's over with.

It leaves you broken as if you're a ship with treasure that crashes onto land, losing all its precious moments and times as everything inside spills out, never to be found again.

There are more negatives to love than positives and I swear that I'll never forget her, she was the one I loved most and I let go of her hand, I let her slip and now she's gone.

watching her on stage made me cry every time, hearing the news JYP sent out made me depressed... hearing that she had to have a break from her schedules made me feel guilty.

I look around my room as I retreat away from the window, empty takeaway boxes and cans all around my room. My eyes droop down to my phone on the floor.

Cautiously, I crouch down and pick the electronic up off of the ground. I bite my lip as all my notifications pop up. Multiple miss calls and text messages from all my contacts.

I tap on my messages to see hundreds upon hundreds of messages from my contacts, all of my contacts had text me, all but one. The one that had deleted my number, I refuse to delete hers though, it contains too many memories for me to simply release into a void.

I gulp as I click onto Jihyo's contacts as our last conversation over the phone comes up. All of this was just before the final argument. I was questioning where she was and when she'd get home. She was only practicing with her other members in their dance studio, I let my jealousy get the best of me, again..

I throw the phone at the wall as I got dressed and headed out, I can't say in my apartment forever. I forced myself out the door for the building and into the chilly winter breeze. I inhaled and exhaled the fresh air before taking steps towards the supermarket.

Layers of trampled snow surround the street. As I pass shops I take a simple look inside.

"Y/N!" I turn on my heel to be greeted with my best friend running up to me, a member of twice. I let out a broken smile as sana springs up to me with a massive grin and arms open.

Within seconds she gives me a bone crushing hug. ''y/n, please tell me you're okay?" sana rushes in a speed faster than chaeyoungs rapping skills.

"yeah, I'm just.... Upset about the situation" I frown as she gives me a look of sadness. She nods her head and opens her mouth, "I'm upset as well, I really liked you two together" sana smiles at her words as I gulp, she really liked us together?

"I've been trying to contact you for weeks and weeks but nothing, please may I take you to dinner? You look like you haven't been eating the correct amount of food, I need to stuff you up I time for Christmas" sana says with a worried tone

"s-sure" I stutter out as she grabs my hand and takes me through crowds of people that surround the streets and up to a fancy restaurant where richer people would dine. "w-we cat eat here, it's to expensive, I don't want to cost you that much money"

"no y/n, it's okay, it's nothing really only a few hundred. My clothes are worth more than this'' sana giggles out as she gets us a table with a view of a frozen pond. It took us what? Twenty minutes to get here for a view I'd a pond with what's most likely to be frozen fish inside. I'm not complaining but like those poor fish...

"Take your time, when you're ready to order please ring this bell" a waiter explains as she hands us the menus. We thank her before she walks away.

"what do you fancy getting?" sama asks as I scan the menu's dishes. "urm, the... Mmmm"

"steak?" sana asks me as u nod and go along with the choice. Sana hums as she also decides on what she's getting. I ring the bell as the waiter from before comes back with a pen and notepad.

"what can I get for you ladies?" they ask as sana gives him the order. He bows and leaves us. I turn my head to sana who's wearing a permanent smile right now.

"please come round to our dorm, the girls miss you" I tilt my head before nodding.

"sure but I may have to avoid jihyo" sana frowns at my words but nods her head.

Soon after the meal I ended up at the dorm. Still have no idea how I'm going to deal with this but I'm just going to have to hope for the best I guess. Sana pushes the door open silently, we take our shoes off before continuing on. As we creeped up on tzuyu, even though there was no point, I managed to make eye contact with momo who was eating the packet of cookies I had sent her months ago. She must be really far behind in her food gifts if she's only eating them now.

I place a finger to my own lips as she nods and watches with curiosity filling her eyes.

As we were practically behind Tzuyu we both leap at the same time, causing tzuyu to let out a yelp as we all tumble to the floor. I let out a giggle as tzuyu groans due to the impact. "Get off of me you pathe- y/n?" tzuyu changes the subject half way through as notices me. I smile and give her a small wave. "what are you doing here?" she questions looking at me like she's trying to read me.

oh so I'm a book now????

"I invited her-" I cut sana off, "she dragged me here, oh it was awful, she demanded it and she explained how she would burn down my house and throw me in a ditch if I didn't come" I dramatically say as sana huffs out a gush of air.

"alright then... If you say so but please get off of me, you're both killing me" tzuyu states as we stand back up, dusting ourselfs off.

We enter the living room to see everyone here, including Jihyo...

"Y/N!" everyone in the room exclaims but Sana, Tzuyu and Jihyo. I somehow become covered with six different females as they squeeze me like a teddy bear. Once they all release me, I give them a wide smile and bow as they copy my action.

"y/n, how have you been? We've been busy with-" and I couldn't hear anything dahyun was saying, I am way more focused on Jihyo. Her expression is unreadable as she gulps from time to time. her eyes dart around to find an excuse to leave but nothing comes to her mind.

As soon as she looks up we lock eye contact. I forgot how much I loved those eyes, her eyes show dedication, passion, strength, love... All the things I wish I had. I probably sound whipped for her and the truth is, I am. I would do anything for us to get back together but that wont happen.

"right y/n?" I break eye contact as I respond with a simple nod since my throat is sore from all the crying and screaming I've been doing. I really have been beating myself up over this break up.

"I said that her hair looked like a donkey on steroi-" and blank out again as I make eye contact once again with Jihyo. Only this time we break it for a few seconds before reuniting our eyes.

Without me or Jihyo noticing, Tzuyu manages to take the other members away to give us alone time. Once we realise they're gone an awkward situation is placed between us...

"how have you been?" she begins as she examines the pictures hung on the walls. "pretty bad, you?" I respond as she gulps down on air. "same, what's your reason?"

I freeze, thinking on if should I tell her the truth or not? There's nothing wrong with the truth. "if I'm honest... I've been beating myself up about the breakup, I'm deeply sorry for how I treated you Jihyo. That month I had spent alone had given me time to reflect on my behaviour and what I have done" Jihyo looks at me with an interested look but there's also something else there. "continue..."

"the way I treated you during that relationship was completely irresponsible, I had spent that entire month locked up in my apartment crying about what I had done, I was so frustrated with myself that I couldn't bring myself to forget about it and I'm sorry if I'm invading your personal space by being here but I really hope that one day you can forgive me" my voice goes shaky towards the end as tears form in the corner of my eyes. Jihyo looks me up and down, about to say something when the door opens up.

I watch as a male walks up to Jihyo, I could only see the back of his head as he's asking her questions before turning around to face me. RM? "she doesn't want to see you, please leave her alone she has me now."

My eyes widen in shock but I bow and apologise once again before rushing out crying again. I rush past the other members who share a look of concern before chase after me calling my name. I ignore them though and continue to rush my way out of that place, not wanting to be there anymore due to the once sweet but  now awful memories I have there.

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Everything Changes P.3

Part 1| Part 2

Ahsaki meets her parents and learns that she really only has one choice for her foreseeable future.

I awoke again without the comfort of Katsuki by my side. In fact, there was nobody in the room with me now. Just me. And the silence that seemed increasingly loud in my head. Where was everybody? I sat up, letting the blanket that was tucked up under my chin fall to my lap. Did they leave? Was I alone now? No. They wouldn’t do that would they? I swipe my hand through my hair, trying to create the same comfort Izuku gave me when he ran his fingers through it, to no avail.

They wouldn’t just leave. They would tell me first… Right?

My world crashes around me as I realize something I allowed myself to blissfully forget: I don’t know them. I have no idea if they would leave without telling me. These boys could be anybody, lying to play some cruel trick on me maybe. Any second I could be brought back to him.

I paused in my own thoughts. Him? Who is He? I sit, staring at my hands, wracking my brain for any idea who this mystery man could be. Why does he make my heart pound? Why can’t I conjure an image of the man that makes me feel so panicked? I take a few deep breaths, trying to regain focus on the world around me.

The room I was in was rid of any trace of plant life and once again pristine looking. I guess they no longer want any plants around me. I think, looking at the empty vase on the table next to my bed. I suppose I don’t blame them. After all, I did almost cause panic the last time there were plants around. A wave of guilt washes over me as I think back. Why can’t I control this? Why was I so weak?

I’m brought back to the room by the door swinging open, the woman from the photo Aizawa gave me panting in the doorway, followed closely by the soft looking man. My parents. I stare up at them standing in the doorway, tears in both their eyes.

“Ahsaki…” My mother, Mitsuki, breathed out coming into the room further. “I never thought-” her voice cuts off with a crack, the man, my father, coming up and putting a hand on her shoulder. I just stare at them, unsure of what to say. Unsure if they even know I have no memory of them. She takes a step closer, reaching out for my hand where it sits on the bed. I don’t move away but also do not bring it toward her to grab.

“They said you don’t remember anything.” My father, Masaru, said a few tears streaking his face. “Is that true?”

I nod, looking back down to the hand that remained in my lap.

“They also said Kats was with you. Where is he?” The woman looked up, her eyes now red from holding back the tears I could tell desperately wanted to fall. I just shrug. Bringing my knees to my chest, I think of the boy no longer here to comfort me. “What? Are you telling me that good for nothing boy left you here all alone?!” She said suddenly filled with a familiar rage. The same rage that Katsuki held, the one that was loud but not mean.

“What are you screaming about now hag?” Katsuki walked in the door, his hands in his pockets, Izuku not far behind him carrying two steaming cups.

Relief flooded over my body, relaxing it. He wasn’t gone, neither of them were.

“How could you just leave your sister all alone like that, Katsuki Bakugou you are damn lucky I don’t ground you!” She yelled at the boy now taking a seat next to my bed.

“You can’t ground me idiot, I don’t live with you.”

“How dare you Katsuki!” She raged, flinging the bag she brought with her at his head, which he easily deflected. I laughed, leaning back against my pillows. The sound seemed to stop everything in the room. Mitsuki bursting into tears, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a tight hug.

“I never th-thought I’d hear you laugh again” She cried, burying her head into my shoulder.

I froze when she grabbed me, suddenly feeling like all the air was pulled from my lungs. It didn’t feel like when Katsuki hugged me, or when Izuku held me, It was more foreign than that. I felt like I couldn’t move, like any movement would only constrict me further.

“Wow, what a crybaby.” Katsuki mumbled next to me, unknowingly saving me from the hug. For the next moment Mitsuki was back to berating the boy, tears still falling from her eyes. I look to the other side of my bed where Izuku and Masaru were engaged in a conversation about something, talking in hushed voices. A soft panic washed over me watching the two converse. Why, I'm not sure, making me increasingly more frustrated. Why do I keep feeling these things for no reason? Is there something in my past with the Bakugous that could explain it? Would they just worry if I asked? I don’t want them to worry, in fact that’s the last thing I want.

“Anyway,” Mitsuki said, turning back to me, finished with Katsuki. “Your doctor said they want to keep you for observation today but since there is no lasting damage they are discharging you tonight. We were thinking we could take you to that little soba shop you liked on the way home, maybe it will jog your memory a bit.”

I nodded, having no clue what shop she was talking about.

“In the meantime I brought you these.” Masaru took the bag from his wife’s hands, setting the contents on the edge of my bed. “They are old family albums. We thought they may help.”

I softly touched the soft red cover of the book sitting on top of the small pile. It felt nice against my fingers, the worn leather like an old friend. I picked it up looking at the first few pages.

Me and Katsuki as babies, us huddled under a blanket by a christmas tree, me and Izuku playing in the dirt, Katsuki spraying us with a hose, Mitsuki running after Katsuki after being sprayed by the hose. All of the pictures brought light to my heart but also sadness with each one. It was like looking at someone else’s photos, none of them felt like memories, just stories that happened to someone else.

Tears sprang to my eyes again as I looked through the photos, Izuku happily telling me the stories behind them all. I would not let the tears fall this time. I would be strong for the people around me, the family I need to convince myself is mine.

We looked at a few more photos before a knock sounds through the room, followed by Aizawa entering with a stoic expression. I could see the officers behind him, trying to stay out of my line of sight. My heart skipped a few beats, panic bubbling in my throat. Why were the police here? Why was Aizawa looking at me like that? Where had the man who questioned me gone? Replaced by this cold calculating figure.

“I need to speak with you two.” Was all he said, looking at my parents. They stared at him then turned to look at each other, worry etched onto Masaru’s face, a fierce look in Mitsuki’s eyes. Mitsuki turned to me, gave me a smile, then walked out of the room with my Masaru on her heels.

The three of us stared after them for a moment, an anxious silence settling over all of us.

“I’m sure it's nothing.” Izuku said, smiling at me. I nodded and did my best to smile back at him, feeling like any moment could be my last with them.

“What did you mean earlier?” I asked, turning my attention to Katsuki. “About not living with them?”

Katsuki seemed distracted, still staring at the door his our, parents walked through moments before. Izuku answered, also noticing Katski's distracted face.

"We both attend UA High school, it's the school with the best hero course. We live in dorms there with our other classmates."

I know of UA High School. I think they told me about it, a long time ago. The memory burns just outside of my reach. I just nod, looking down at my hands.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just, that means we wont see each other doesn't it?"

The silence that followed only added to the stones pressing down on my chest. They won't be around to help me become the person I was. They won't be there to help the next time panic rises and I lose control.

"It's not like we'll never see you." Katsuki stated, his tone was tight and commanding, making what would be a statement into a promise. "Besides, how am I gonna make sure you don't get yourself hurt again if I never see you." I nod, offering him a weak smile, which he returns with a toothy grin.

"Oh ya, here this is for you Ah-san." Izuku drags my attention to the no longer steaming cup in his hand. "It got a little cold but it should still taste just fine! It used to be your favorite..."

I take the cup from him bringing it to my lips. It smelled amazing, I could smell the chocolate before I tasted it. I took a grateful gulp of it. Flavors spread across my tongue one after the other. Chocolate, cream, and then a small kick of spice.

"It's delicious!" I exclaim, feeling the drink warm my chest. The boys chuckle as I gulp down more of it.

"Oi, slow down, you're gonna make yourself sick idiot." Katsuki grumbled next to me, his smile contradicting the annoyance in his voice. I feel my cheeks burn a little as I put the mostly finished drink down on the table next to my bed.

Katsuki returned his attention to the door, waiting for the adults to return and tell us what is going on. To his annoyance the door remained firmly closed.

"So Ah-san, what do you want to see first when you get home? We could go to the creek like we used to, or we could walk to the mall, it's not to far from your house."

I thought for a moment. The mall sounded fun, but there would be so many people, it would be too loud I think. The creek sounded nice too, although I could see myself getting bored quickly there. I was spared having to answer, interrupted by the door opening.

Katsuki drew himself up, straightening his back and tilting his chin up waiting for the news. Izuku grabbed my hand, making me worry about what may be said next.

Why were they so on edge? Were they expecting bad news? Why?

The Bakugous walked back in the room holding hands, Masaru's arm around his wife's shoulder, followed closely by Aizawa. She looked at me and gave me a weak smile, the kind you give to a child when you are about to give them bad news.

"Ahsaki..." She trailed, unsure how to tell me whatever news needed to be given. She turned to look at Aizawa, her eyes turning hard and cold as she glared at him.

"Look kid, you are being given two options. One: you can live in a quirk care facility," Izuku's hand tightened around mine, Katsuki was about to get up and yell but his mother's hand pushed him back down into the chair by his shoulder. Aizawa sighed at the look of confusion plain on my face. "It's a facility run by the government to host individuals who either cannot be trusted with their quirks or outright cannot control them. Though hearing some of the stories about the facilities I would not recommend it." He said offhandedly, not breaking eye contact with me and ignoring the glares he got from everybody around him. "Or, you could come live at UA, you would stay in the 1A dorms, with Bakugou and Midoriya until you learn to control your quirk and I deem you safe to re-enter society."

"Safe to re-enter society, what the hell are you talking about! She's not dangerous!" Katsuki roared beside me, shoving Mitsuki's hand off his shoulder.

Aizawa opened his mouth to answer but Katsuki was already yelling again. I did not pay attention to what he was yelling, instead I looked to the photo album still open on my lap, I looked at the picture of me, Izuku, and Katsuki all curled up together on the ground. Katsuki was laying on his back, one hand under his head as a pillow and the other around me, curled up into his side. Izuku curled against my back one of his hands grabbing my shirt at my waist. We were maybe six.

Despite the yelling, some of the weight on my chest lifted. I could stay with them, I wouldn't have to be alone. I looked up to see Katsuki red in the face, still yelling at his teacher who only looked forward, ignoring his rude remarks.

I lifted my hand resting in on Katsuki's arm, instantly quieting him.

"It's alright Katsuki, he's right, I can't control it. I would be a danger. I'll stay at UA." I say trying not to show how excited I was. I did not want to make my parents upset.

Katsuki, still glaring, sat again at my side.

"Great. We will send a car to pick you up tonight." He said and walked out of the door without any goodbyes.

[sleepychai-fics]

Road to Salvation ~ Chapter 4 - The Proposition

Inform me if I need to put in any warnings for this chapter. ALSO I'd like to apologise for the long break between chapters, life has been hectic and things got out of hand for a bit. Hopefully it wont happen a second time.

Word count: 5,472

Pronouns - Female

ALSO SHOUTOUT TO @doughnuts-5ever​ FOR BETA READING THIS ENTIRE SERIES. I KEEP FORGETTING TO ADD THIS SHOUTOUT CAUSE I POST THESE CHAPTERS AT 1 AM LIKE THE NIGHT OWL I AM. SO BIIIIIIG THANK YOU TO YOU BB, YOU MAKE THIS STORY MAKE SENSE WHEN MY BRAIN DONT

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in BNHA. However, there are many OC’s in this fic that I’ve created. These OC’s belong to me and are specifically created for this fic. 

However, Hajime Shinsou is NOT my oc. He is an oc created by Keiid, who used to have tumblr but now uses twitter. Please keep that in mind.

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“What do we know about this girl?” Tsukauchi flips open the folder full of papers in front of him, eyes darting across the pages briefly taking in the information.

Aizawa sighs, lifting up one of the papers and reading off of it. “She’s been seen as a vigilante on the streets for a little over two years now. How long she’s been on the streets in general is unknown. Her quirk involves moving objects through shadows. It’s believed she has other accomplices, however we don’t know for sure.” He ends by tossing the paper back in the folder.

Tsukauchi hums. “Is she the one we’re looking for?”

“I hope so.”

“What about her suspected accomplices?”

Aizawa takes out another piece of paper from a different folder. “Our informant tells us she lives with many other people on the streets. Rumors say that the group is the line between villains and heroes.” His tired eyes look over to the police officer. “We’re not sure how to interpret that.”

A groan leaves the officers lips as he leans back in his chair. “We’ll interview her once she wakes up. We can negotiate living conditions with her. Offer her the placement and training in exchange for her compliance and any requests she may ask.”

With a yawn, Aizawa nods. “What do you suspect she’ll ask for?”

“Not too sure. Despite what we have on her, she’s still unknown to us. Our data banks have nothing on her. It’d be your job to get to know her.”

Aizawa groans. “I know that. But I think Hisashi is more up to that task.”

Tsukauchi smiles. “I appreciate you doing this.”

“It was part of the deal. Whisper held up her end, now I need to hold up mine.”

“It’s a big task to hold up.”

Aizawa hums in agreeance. “That’s why I offered a trial period. If she proves worthy to be a hero, then I’ll make it a permanent deal.”

“Whisper has offered to ensure a steady supply of information on other underground personnel if you were to make it a full time deal.” Tsukauchi reminds him.

Aizawa nods. “Are you sure-”

An alarm blares loudly through the speakers, interrupting the two men and instantly raising them on high alert. The conference room doors slam open, a security guard standing at the entrance.

“I apologise for the interruption but she’s escaped her room!”

Aizawa stands up from his chair, almost knocking it over. “Do you know where she’s headed?”

“They report she’s just entering the cafeteria, possibly towards Ward E.”

The two men race out the door, following the guard as he races towards your direction.

~*~

Your senses come back slowly. First, it’s touch. Whatever room you’re in, it’s got a cold atmosphere to it. If you were conscious enough, you’d be clutching to your thin jacket. As the thought crosses your mind, you take note of the feeling of the fabric, definitely not the same kind of material as your jacket. But despite its foreignness, it holds you in strange comfort. However, the feeling doesn’t last long as your hearing starts to kick in.

Two voices - one feminine and the other masculine, speaking in a soft tone. Along with the voices, you hear a steady beeping sound. A heart monitor? You hear it pick up as the rest of your senses come to life. The pungent smell of sanitising chemicals invades your nostrils and has you scrunching your nose in response. One of the voices gasps and speaks to the other. Your eyes are heavy and your body urges you to return to the land of peaceful slumber, but with a strong will, you open your eyelids.

Everything is blurry. Patches of colours hover over your vision before flicking to a mixture of white shades. You hear things shuffle around and clang against metal, only making you work harder at your vision. In an attempt to clear your vision, you rapidly blink your eyes. However, a bright light shines into your eye and forces you to squint. In a burst of panicked adrenaline, you lash out.

From what you can comprehend, you throw out your fist, hitting the figure above you. Ignoring the scream of pain, you jump up out of what you suspect to be a bed and scamper across the floor. You trip into a wall and turn your body around to face the mess you seemed to have caused.

You shake your head and rub at your eyes in another attempt to clear your vision. As it begins to clear, the masculine voice speaks.

“Hey! Let’s calm down. There’s no need to be scared.” You focus on the person closest to you. His hair is a terrible mess of purple. A white coat lays over a blue shirt and brown pants. As your vision clears by the second, you recognise more of his facial features and you can’t help but feel a sense of familiarity. His dark eyes stare at you earnestly, but it’s his eyebags that strike you with an eerie recognition.

You notice his hand cast behind him and you follow it to a woman in similar attire to him, laying on the ground. She has one hand propping her upper body up off the floor, while her other hand covers her lower face, blood seeping in between her fingers.

You return your sight to the man and attempt to speak, however it comes out raspy. After clearing your throat, you try again. “Who are you?”

The doctor responds calmly, making slow movements with his hands as he speaks. “My name is Hajime Shinsou. I know that this seems scary at the moment, but you need to trust that I won’t hurt you.” Shinsou attempts to take a step closer but retracts it as you push your body further against the wall. “You might recognise me, more so my son but let's face it, he’s practically a carbon copy of me.”

Your vision finally starts to clear, enough for you to make out specific features that you’ve definitely seen before. But he’s way too tall from what you can remember. “Why would I recognise you? Your son?”

The slight upturn of his lips doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “A couple days ago, you saved my son from a group of gang members. It was by a karaoke restaurant. He has purple hair, just like me. He even has the same eyebags as me.” As Shinsou goes through his explanation, your memory begins to jog.

“The… the gang. They uhm... they attacked a restaurant and took a kid hostage.” Shinsou nods. “I stopped them and saved the kid.”

“Yes. My son appreciates you. I do too.”

Alarming questions begin to spew in your mind. “How did you know it was me? Where am I? Why am I here?!” Each question grows more desperate as your (e/c) scan the entirety of the room. Thankfully you chose the wall close to the door.

“It’s okay. No one intends to harm you here.”

“Bullshit. Where am I?!” You argue back, glaring at him with irritation.

Shinsou continues to remain calm, despite the growing panic radiating off of you. “You’re in a hospital in northeast Tokyo.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as your eyes widen in shock. “Northeast?!”

With a nod, he responds carefully. “Yes. I understand you may be in shock. But I promise you that I don’t mean you any harm-”

“I want to leave.”

He sighs heavily. “I know, but I’m sorry to say I can’t allow-”

“I want to leave. NOW!” You scream this time, eyes brimming with tears you fight to extinguish. “I can’t be here, I have to leave this place.”

“Why don’t we just sit down and have a calm cha-”

“No! I can’t stay here! I have to leave!” You throw your hands out, intent on using your quirk to push back the doctor. But when that doesn’t work, you falter. “Wha… Why? What happened to my quirk?” A few stray tears slither down your face despite your best efforts. “What did you do to my quirk?!”

“We’ve injected you with quirk suppressants. It was protocol. I’m sorry.” You can hear his genuine apology, but you ignore it through your own raging emotions.

“I’m leaving.”

Hajime nods, knowing there’s nothing else he can do. “I understand. But you have to know I can’t let you go without calling it in.”

You shake your head. “I don’t care.” You leave him no breath to reply, walking towards the door. Before you leave, you snatch a spare white coat from a nearby hook and throw it over yourself.

As the door clicks behind you, you take a moment to assess your surroundings. A window down the hall shows an orange hued sky, although it's difficult to determine whether it’s dusk or dawn. A couple of doctors scatter the large hall, but they’re too busy looking down at clipboards to notice you. You waste no second more before walking down the hall, head tilted down to avoid arousal of your presence.

It’s so foreign, so clean and pristine. Tears are prepared to fall at any moment, but you fight against them. It’s exhausting and horrifying, it’s taking all of you not to bolt out the nearest window.

Every turn you take, every corridor you look down leads you to the belief that you're stuck in a labyrinth. It all looks the same. The room placements, the nurses, the machines littered here and there. Everything is almost the exact same and it scares the living shit out of you.

Finally, after what seems like hours of endless wandering, you come across two double doors. They appear to lead to another part of the hospital. You take a second to glance around you. There’s no other way to go besides through these doors, at least no other way you’ve been able to discover anyway. Without another second to hesitate, you go through the doors.

It’s similar to the place you just came from, except there are fewer private rooms and more public beds. They’re all aligned against the wall and separated by at least a couple of meters. Curtains hang between them, offering visual privacy. More nurses and doctors operate within the space, working with patients and running to various desks.

As you take in the scenery from the doors, you hear a voice call out from your left.

“Hey, are you-?”

You turn to look at the voice, and your heart drops. Realisation dawns on your face the second you notice the security badge. Unfortunately, the guard comes to his own realisation.

The guard opens his mouth wide, probably to yell out, but you don’t give him the chance to. With adrenaline behind your muscles, you push at his chest, forcing him to back into a moving cart. The noise alerts the entire area and within seconds it turns to chaos.

You take off in a sprint down the hall, leaving the sounds of screams and yells behind you. Each turn you come upon, you run to the wall and push yourself off of it, maintaining momentum in your run. As you take another turn, you throw a glance behind you. Security guards are close behind you, as well as a few men dressed in white coats, seemingly doctors aiding in the chase.

An alarm blares loudly throughout the hospital, red lights blinking slowly at every corner. You ignore them all, focused on improvising an escape plan.

As you turn another corner, you're faced with a set of double doors. With no other choice, apart from the army of men behind you, you barge through the doors.

You thank the high being that it's an open spaced cafeteria. More space to run, more visualisation, more shit to throw, and most importantly, fewer hallways to get lost in.

People scream and scatter out of their chairs as you vault over tables. Every chance you get, you flick trays and food behind you in an attempt to slow down those behind you. You make the quick and random decisions to leap over tables to either side of you, making it even harder for the chasers to predict your direction.

However, more men come from the opposite direction and appear a few tables before you. Without thinking, you pick up a tray of food and throw it at them. They throw their arms up to deflect the tray and in turn lose sight of you for just a second.

You take the opportunity to take a sharp turn in the other direction. Unfortunately for you, the only direction left for you to go is through another set of doors that no doubt leads to another maze of hallways.

The second you go through the doors, you duck down, avoiding the few crackling electricity sticks that jab towards you. You slip underneath one, tripping the guy in the process and creating a roadblock of a few seconds.

You bolt to the left, tossing things nearby onto the ground, leaving a maze of objects behind you. Every cart you pass by gets toppled onto the ground and earns you the precious seconds you desire.

You’re so focused on the people around you that you don’t notice thin white cloth wrapping around you. It snaps tight around you before you can even think. Your arms are pinned to your side and your legs are immobilised, causing you to fall flat to the ground.

As soon as you land on the ground, grunting from impact, electricity violently courses throughout you as multiple electrical batons prod at you. You blackout in seconds.

~*~

Your senses return much quicker the second time around. As soon as the bright light enters your eye, you jolt up, scrambling off of the cold metal table.

Pain is the only thing you feel. Pain pumping through your veins and making you shiver from movement. You back yourself against a wall, your hand instinctively curling around your stomach as nausea arises.

Before you are the purple haired Doctor Shinsou and the recognisable dark dressed man with a large scarf hiding his neck. He has a hand on his scarf and knees bent whilst Shinsou has his hands up in a surrendering manner.

“It’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt you.” He says.

You glare at him in disbelief. “Oh really now?” You grimace as you speak, sharp pain erupts from the side of your neck, just below your jaw. When you touch it, you can feel raised, jarred skin.

“You were shocked by 4 electrical batons. That one on your neck is the most severe one because of the skin contact.” Shinsou informs as he watches your hand shake above the wound.

“So much for not harming me.” You scoff.

“Those guys were from a different department.” The unknown man speaks up. “They run on different protocols.”

You spend a few seconds staring at him, watching as he lowers his hands by his side. Recognition prods your mind. “You were the one to capture me.”

The guy breathes in. “For now call me Eraserhead. We’d like for you to join us in the conference room down the hall. We’ll discuss everything there.”

“Why do I get the feeling there’s more than the three of us here?”

Shinsou, having put his hands down to his sides, answers you. “There’s only one more person and he’s waiting at the conference room. No more harm will come to you. Promise.”

You scrutinise his expression. The genuineness of his statement. Despite the short time you’ve talked with him, he seems genuine and reliable. So, on the little info you have, and with the foreign situation you are in, you decide your best bet for now is to trust him.

Shinsou walks out first, gesturing to you with a soft smile. Slowly, you stand up straight and start walking. You suppress the grimace as your leg shudders beneath you, most likely another wound area. With a deep breath, you push through the pain and limp out of the room. Eraserhead follows you closely.

The hallway is quiet, save for a few people here and there whispering to each other. Their eyes drift to you as you walk past them. You can feel their anger towards you and their disgust, you’re thankful the walk through the hallway is a short one.

Shinsou pushes open a door and steps aside to let you in. As soon as you set foot in the room, you analyse the room. It’s completely bare, save for the large oval table and the dozen-plus chairs surrounding it. Seated on one end of the table is a police officer. He has a brown coat thrown over his uniform. A matching brown hat sits on the table in front of him. His black hair is practically melded with his scalp, barely any strands sticking out. Your first impression of him isn’t the greatest and you decide to remain overly cautious.

“Hello.” He greets you as you walk in, almost like he was expecting you at that very second. It unnerves you. He gestures to the chair beside him. “Take a seat.”

You carefully step towards him. “I’d rather stand.” The scratchiness of your voice is still present, but you opt to ignore it.

He nods in understanding. “You can call me Tsukauchi.” You nod once, eyes glaring into his. “I’m sure you have questions.”

“I’m sure you have answers.” You fire back at him with a monotonous voice.

“I do. First I’d like to clear up the situation you're in at the moment. You are in a hospital north-”

“I already know that.” You nod towards Shinsou. “He explained that to me. I’m in northeast Tokyo. I wanna know why I’m here. And how I got here.”

Tsukauchi nods. “We’ve been keeping a close eye on you for a few weeks now. You’re known as the vigilante Shadow, aren't you? You’ve been in and out of activity for years.” Every word that he speaks increases your concern, but you fight to keep your expression neutral. “You’ve taken down thugs and criminals, but you’ve also stolen from civilians off the street.”

“Ok, imma stop you right there. I didn’t just steal from civilians, I also stole from those criminals.”

“You still stole from them.”

“Because I had to.” Your voice grows louder.

“Why?”

“Because-!” You stop yourself. You almost told him about the mall. Taking a deep breath, you start again. “I had to survive.”

It aggravates you the way he nods, as if he understands. “Like I said, we’ve been watching you. We apprehended you because we decided it would be best to approach you.”

“And you didn't try talking first?”

“We tried that. But as you can tell, that didn’t go well.”

Your mouth opens to speak, but you close it, realising he’s right. But another question surges through you. “Ok, then why were an army of police on standby in the area if you just wanted to talk?”

“We predicted your behaviour.” Throughout the entire chat, he’s remained calm and it irritates you to no end.

You scoff and shake your head. “Is there a point to this talk?”

Tsukauchi bends down to pull out a folder. “We believe you have potential.”

Worry sets in. “Potential for what?”

He slides the folder over to you. “Potential to become a hero.”

The room is silent. You stare at him in disbelief, despite your best efforts to keep a neutral face. The silence only lasts a couple of seconds however, as you burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry? Potential to become a hero?! What the actual fuck?! Haha! Weren’t you berating me as a vigilante fucking two minutes ago?” You double both in pain and laughter wheezing and gasping between breaths.

“Yes. Amongst everyone else, I see potential in you.” Tsukauchi waits a few seconds for you to catch your breath. “You’ve shown initiative in criminal activity. You are quick to rush in and protect civilians.”

“That’s because no one else is willing to, and there’s no police around to help them so I choose to step in.”

“Exactly.”

For a few seconds, you’re in deep thought about his words. He’s right. You have shown initiative, but does that really categorise you as a hero? If that's the case, then can’t everyone be a hero?

You look down at the folder on the table. Tentatively, you take a seat next to Tsukauchi, and open the folder.

Concealed inside is a small stack of papers. A small paragraph is printed on each page, addressing you and claiming that you agree to the terms and conditions that follow. On the bottom is a line with your name underneath. As you skin through each page, you come across to a highly detailed table chart.

“By signing these forms, you agree to a temporary deal in which you will live with Eraserhead and follow his rules.” You snap your attention to Tsukauchi, eyes bulging from distress. With a glance towards Eraserhead, who confirms with a nod, you sink further into the seat.

Tsukauchi continues. “You must agree to no vigilante activity whilst in his care. You’ll be monitored every minute of every day as long as you're in his care.”

“That chart in your hands,” Eraserhead speaks up, gesturing to the detailed chart in your hands. You take another look at it, noticing the times lined against each row and the days lined above each column. “It’s a timetable which I’ve set out for you to follow. You do exactly what it says to, and you won’t get charged for any of your vigilante crimes.”

“I’m getting charged?!” You stand up with shock and rage. Tsukauchi and Eraserhead jump to a stand as well. “So you’re saying that I either take up this so-called ‘opportunity’, or I get sent to prison for however long you deem fit? Sounds like a fucking threat if you ask me!”

“Hey, it’s alright. I pro-”

“It’s not alright!” You turn to Shinsou, fighting to keep back the tears building up behind your eyes. “None of this is okay! I’m being stripped of my freedom, all for what? To keep an eye on my behaviour?!” You turn to Tsukauchi, staring him down with a firm expression. “I have responsibilities to uphold.”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure they can be put on hold for a while.” He says.

“They can’t!”

Minutes pass by, the tension in the air running thick. You run your hand through your hair, sighing with frustration and surrender before fixing your posture. “What I’m about to say, does not leave this room.”

“If you agree to the contract-”

You snap your gaze to Eraserhead. “If I agree to this contract I will keep up my end. But you have to keep up yours.”

He stares at you for a few seconds before nodding, allowing you to continue.

Your heart thunders in your chest with nerves and irritation. Tears threaten to fall but you remain stubborn as ever. With a deep breath, you let it out. “There is an abandoned mall on the outskirts of Tokyo. It’s where I and a ton of other homeless people stay. We're like a family. We protect each other and help where necessary. There are some people like me who’ve rescued kids from all sorts of situations, and those kids form a bond with us. A bond that acts like a lifeline. It’s their emotional lifeline.” Without noticing, a tear falls from your eye. After furiously rubbing at your eyes, you continue. “It’s impossible for me to leave them. Not while their emotional stability is still fragile. I’m sure you know enough of psychology to understand that.”

The room is silent as the three males ponder your revelation. They look between each other, wondering what to say, what to do with the new information. Sure, there were rumors of more people like you, but to hear the information come from you was different; it was no longer a rumor.

“This timetable isn’t possible for me to follow. I need some time with the mall. I need to let the kids know that I’m still there for them.”

Tsukauchi looks to Eraserhead. “It’s your call.”

Eraserhead sighs deeply as all eyes turn on him expectantly. “I’ll allow a one hour visit two days a week.”

“Three days.” You interject.

Dark eyes glare at you, but you remain stubborn and strong against his eyes. The sigh he lets go of borders on a growl. “One hour visits, three days a week. With supervision.” He enunciated the last sentence, indicating there would be no objections.

Despite your desire to argue, you know it’ll be useless. So, putting on a tough persona, you pick up the contract folder and practically shove it under his nose. “I want that in writing.”

The man remains still, half-lidded eyes staring at you for what seems like hours. It feels as if he’s stabbing you with just his gaze alone. Finally, he snatches the folder out of your hands and slaps it down on the table. He then takes a nearby pen and begins to furiously write on one of the papers. Once scribbling his signature, he steps back, allowing you to inspect his writing.

You do so, ensuring each word says as it's supposed to. Eraserhead holds out the pen to you. After some hesitance, you take the pen and lean down. The pen hovers over the paper. Your heart beats hard, you can feel it in your throat as if it's ready to spew out at any moment. You take a few steady breaths, your hand shaking the pen slightly. One more deep breath, and you put the pen to the paper.

Each letter written feels wrong, incriminating and abandoning. It feels exactly how you expected it; like your freedom was slipping away with each pen stroke.

As soon as you write the last letter, you stand up, the pen falling from your limp fingers.

Tsukauchi takes the folder and pockets it into his briefcase below the table. “I believe Dr. Shinsou wanted to do a last check-up. He’ll also be the one that will be attaching the ankle monitor. We’ll be using that to monitor you.”

You simply nod, the will to argue no longer there. You follow Shinsou out the room, head tilted down in both shame and surrender.

Your mind is numb, barely registering anything said to you. As Shinsou gestures for you to sit atop the examination table, you take notice of the nurse. The same nurse as before, this time with a bandage across her nose.

She appears reluctant to be near you, you can see her hands shake as they reach out to apply the blood pressure strap.

“I’m sorry.” Your apology is quiet but startles the woman. However, a smile eases on her face.

“It’s ok.” She replies, voice slightly hitched due to the bandage. “I would’ve done the same thing.”

The conversation is left at that. Shinsou and the nurse, who said her name was Sakura, do the basics, heart, lungs, eyes, ears. After completing them, Shinsou appears with a steel bracelet with a small box attached to it.

He doesn't get the chance to speak as you lift up your ankle. He peers into your eyes, taking note of the dread-filled gaze that appears to stare at nothing. With a sigh, he carefully clips the bracelet into place.

“Is it too tight?” His only response is a light shrug. He can’t help but feel bad for you. He proceeds to press and hold a button. The device turns on at the action, a small light on the box flicks on as two small beeps sound. As soon as that's done, Shinsou guides you out of the room.

When you step out, you are approached by a long blonde haired male, a gloved hand sticking out towards you.

“Hello listener!” His voice is loud and overly excited, but you barely pay any mind to him. He observes your mute behaviour and turns to his husband. Eraserhead simply shakes his head.

“This is my husband Yamada. You can call me Aizawa.” He says as he walks away.

You follow him without delay, mindlessly pocketing the info.

The drive is silent and tense. You stare out the window the entire trip, watching as the environment passes by. There’s no thoughts running through your mind, nothing to think about but the dread and disappointment of letting the mall down.

You barely register you’ve stopped, so induced in your negativity that you don’t notice that Aizawa is before you, waiting for you to step out.

The house is two stories tall, a small wood fence outlining the property. It’s a fairly modern-looking house, a front porch stretching a metre out the front yard. It’s decently sized, looking to fit a modern family of five.

Entering the house, you register a lounge room and kitchen across from each other from the front house, then straight ahead are stairs leading up to the second floor. Beside that is a hallway which you are told leads to a bathroom and laundry.

Your gaze wanders to the kitchen, where you find a black cat sitting on the bench, staring at you with yellow eyes.

“Oh, that’s Jelly. We have another cat named Muffin, she’s nicer than Jelly, he likes to scratch.” The Yamada explains. His smile drops however as your gaze falls to the floor. “How about I show you to your room?” He gestures upstairs.

You shrug, allowing him to lead you upstairs. He turns down the hall to a room at the end. “Here it is!” He opens the door, his green eyes shining with delight.

You peer into the room, gazing at the layout. A double bed is pressed up against a wall, a small table on each side. A desk lays opposite the bed, small and bare. Sliding doors in the wall indicate a wardrobe. It’s bare of anything and feels completely unnatural to you.

“It used to be a spare room, but now that you’re here it’s all yours! Don’t worry we have another.”

You ignore him and walk into the room, taking a seat on the bed.

“Hey,” His voice is significantly dialled down in both tone and volume as he approaches you. “I know this may seem scary, but we’re here to help you. Aizawa may seem like a blunt and harsh guy, but he’ll come around. Eventually.” He then kneels down before you, a soft smile on his face, his glasses on the tip of his nose. “Technically my name is Aizawa-Yamada but that’s for legal purposes. We’re teachers and figured it’d be easier for the students to separate us. That and Aizawa doesn’t like our relationship to be public information. If you’d like, you can call me by my first name, Hisashi.”

You nod, numbly tucking away the information. You jolt slightly as Hisashi places a hand on your knee.

“Why don’t you get some rest? The drugs from the hospital are probably still in effect.”

With a gentle squeeze, he stands up and exits the room, closing the door behind him. In the end, he was right. You take the time to realise how foggy your mind is and how exhausted your limbs feel.

Having no choice in the matter, you lay down on the bed.

You stare at the ceiling, the silence of the room overcoming your senses. It’s then that everything seems to properly set in your mind. Tears cascade down the side of your face, and you do what you can to silence your sobs.

You told them everything you didn’t want to. Although it gave you something, you still risked the safety of everyone. You may have just caused their demise. All for what? What was the purpose of all this? To become a hero?

Did you want to be a hero? Is it worth all this?

What would everyone think when you visited them? Aizawa would no doubt be supervising you. And if he wasn’t, the device on your ankle would surely broadcast your position.

What else was the device for? Could it hear you? Could it see what you were doing? Could it harm you?

Your mind whirls with unanswered questions, each question that rises allows another tear to fall from your eyes. Sleep comes quickly, haunting you with all of the day's events.

When you wake with a jolt, you wish for it all to be just that. A simple nightmare, something that Dabi could soothe away. But that wish shatters as you look around. The room was too spacious, the view was too pretty, the walls were too new, and the device around your ankle was still annoyingly present.

[ivyuns]

after hours ❆ ✰

han jisung

genre: angst and fluff

word count: 1.6k

warnings: language + self harm

A/N: since you guys asked for it, heres part two of moral of the story (: repost

listen to after hours by the weeknd

part one | part two

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thought i almost died in my dream again.

right after you left changbin’s embrace to hop onto your plane back to korea, he was furious. he didnt even knew jisung was cheating on you. as a cousin, he went to yell at your ex lover.

“han fucking jisung.” changbin muttered out. the younger one lifted his eyes and saw his hyung. quickly wiping his tears and waits for changbin to continue speaking. “did i just witnessed y/n catching you cheating on her? are you serious jisung? after everything she done for you, for us, and you did this in return!?” changbin ran his fingers through his hair and let out a heavy sigh.

“i wont hurt you or anything, just at least talk to y/n and fix some things alright?” jisung immediately nodded as changbin left the room. jisung got up and changed into a casual outfit and met up with his manager to talk about some things.

without you, don't wanna sleep. cause my heart belongs to you.

after meeting up with his manager and convincing to continue the tour without him, he finally agreed. jisung dashes through the hallway, into his hotel room and gathers his stuff and gets his belongings then heads to the airport.

handing in his ticket and sitting in his seat in the plane, he pulls our your promise ring that you threw at him a few hours ago and remembers your pained face the moment you saw him cheat on you. the way the tears fell onto your cheeks. the way you wanted to hold back your tears but couldnt. jisung kicks the seat in front of him and starts bawling his eyes out, earning a groan from the elder who he kicked, immediately starting to apologize to the boomer.

wanting to fall asleep so time can pass by, only to have nightmares of you, taking your own life of his yet another stupid mistake. forcing himself to stay awake by looking back at all the memories you two shared.

baby where are you now when I need you most? i'd give it all just to hold you close.

after the plane has landed, he made his way out of the gate and hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of your apartment. few minutes pass by and jisung looks up and sees his destination. thanking the driver and giving them money and tip, he gets his stuff and unlocks your door. everything looked normal. you had to be here. quickly going to each room to see where you were, you were unseen.

memories start flooding in his mind and sees the first fight you two had. seeing your pale body on the bathroom floor. bunch of tubes connected to your body to regain the nutrients needed. he ran his hands through his hair and yelled, not caring about the neighbors. he needed to find you before his nightmare in the plane could actually happen.

i know it's all my fault, made you put down your guard.

he ran to the dorm, thankful you decided to live a few blocks away from them. taking out his keys to unlock the door and smells a familiar scent, knowing you came here recently. he goes to his room to see a box on his bed and the pictures hung up of you two hidden in his drawer.

seeing the note placed on the box made him feel even more worse. he let out another scream and pulled out his phone, seeing if you still share your location with him.

entering the passcode for his phone and opening his friends locator app. he searches for your name only to find only you can see his location. he threw his phone on the bed and fell on the ground. not knowing where you could be. who knows if youre in the streets all alone.

knowing if youre upsetting at something, jisung always knew you wouldnt have the appetite to eat and ruin your healthy life. even if you came back to korea a few hours ago, your body could make you sick, especially since you didnt eat anything before you left for japan.

i know i made you fall, they said you were wrong for me

remembering how you acted towards him after telling stays about your relationship with him made him guilty. he knew how insecure you felt since the beginning of high school. after the mean comments stays made about you, you felt everyone was coming at you and that you didnt deserve jisung.

until jisung stepped in and defended you. he brought in the light when you fell into the darkest time. even til before he cheated on you, whenever you would fall into a dark time, he would be your knight in shining armor and bring you back to light.

i lied to you, i lied to you, i lied to you. Can't hide the truth, I stayed with her in spite of you.

he knew he shouldnt had cheated on you. but something that jiseo gave him made him fall harder for her and started cheating behind your back. the times he cancelled the dates and plans was only to hang out with jiseo. with the excuses he used was just he needed to practice more or make a new song. all the lies he said to you. all the unsaid i love you.

you did some things that you regret, still ride for you. cause this house is not a home.

currently on the bridge you were sitting at, with the han river under your dangling legs and with park near the bridge, where you two met when you were a little kid. with a blade in your hand, you rolled up your over-sized button up flannel to reveal a fresh canvas to place the scars. each memory and tear that fell, you would cut into your flesh. you promised yourself you would never cut youself or try to harm you, but you felt weak and nobody was there to help.

jisung, who was running around trying to look at the places you would always go to relieve some stress or just for fun. remembering you would always go to the park next to the han river always made you feel so calm since it was the place you and him landed eyes on each other. running to the park, only to find nobody. looking up afar, he sees a figure. a very familiar figure. noticing the same flannel you would always wear.

making his way to the bridge, he hears the sobs which pains him. going up to you, he sees blood coming out of your fore arm. widening his eyes as he approaches you, he takes the blade and throws it in the river and hugs your trembling body.

“its okay y/n” he tries to make you calm. slowly sinking into the hug, relaxing. you then remember what happened. with your shaking body, you push jisung back to where he isnt hugging you anymore and falls on his side. “how can you say that as i caught you cheating on me?!” you yelled out, which you shouldnt have, making you see more than one jisung.

“y/n, let me explain!” due to lots of blood loss, you fainted. having jisung to press on your wounds and take you to the hospital. “please y/n, not again. please i cant lose you again.”

jisung waited in the waiting room with his elbows on his knees and bloody hands on his hand. as the doctor was walking towards him with papers in his hands, he stood up. “ah so jisung. y/n is fine but due to the lost of blood she lost which was almost half a gallon, she will be having blood transmitting to her body. you can go to her room now” jisung thanks the doctor as he pats jisungs back.

walking to your room, only to see you looking at the window. jisung grabs a chair and places it next to your bed. jisung grabs your hand and starts speaking.

“im sorry y/n. i-i shouldnt have cheated on you. if i didnt, we wouldnt have to be in this situation. i dont know why i did it in the first place but after seeing you hurt, it just made me feel so guilty. i didnt return you the love you gave me and seeing your pained face, i just felt my heart shatter. and after having to keep stray kids continuing their tour without me and coming back here to talk to you. just because i love you and i dont know what life ill be doing without you.”

you turn your head to see jisungs face full of regret of what he did in the hotel room. you smiled after hearing ‘i love you’ after months. “i love you too jisung”. he lifts up his head and sees you smile. he gets up and hugs you. “if you do this again jisung, i wont hesitate and break up with you.” and kiss jisung on his lips. he sits back down and grabs your left hand. “i believe you need to put this on again, sunshine.” and slides in the promise ring you threw at him.

and finally, he goes on his knees and pulls out the small black velvet box you found earlier. without jisung even asking, you immediately say yes. “baby i didnt even ask you” jisung laughs.

“i dont care, yes is my answer.”

jisung smiles and puts the engagement ring on your ring finger.

“thank you for this second chance baby”

sorry that i broke your heart, your heart. and I said, baby, i’ll treat you better than i did before, i'll hold you down and not let you go, this time i won't break your heart, your heart, no.

END <3

a repost since first try didnt show up in the tags but ty for reading

[slash-em-up]

Re-Assessing Presuppositions pt. 1: The Collector x Reader

First off; this is a monster of a fic. It’s around 3.5k and I don’t think I’ve ever written something this large - SO LARGE TUMBLR WONT LET ME PUT IT ALL IN ONE POST!!

So this is going to be a two-parter.

Secondly, this deals with a lot of INCORRECT assumptions about BDSM, M/F power dynamics, sexuality in general, and homosexuality. I think we’re all pretty aware that Asa has some #issues with masculine identity, and that comes into play here. So take everything said with a grain of salt.

Huge huge HUGE THANK YOU to @voorheehees and @princessprofanity for their beta reading and big-brain ideas about Asa’s book club, respectively.

Enjoy!!!

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Mary-Ellen rolled her eye as Gladys and Marlene giggled on the couch, whispering and gasping as they poured over their recommendation for the next Oak Grove Bookclub selection.

This happened every time they ended their current selection, and frankly Mary-Ellen was getting tired of it. They thought that just because they talked the group into reading that dreadful ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ book that it was their solemn duty to provide something equally as salacious for the next get-together.

Mary-Ellen huffed again and clutched her ‘Ms. Marple’ book a bit closer to her chest. Not this time, not if she had to stand right up and filibuster until they caved.

Marlene’s husband was falling asleep beside her; but she knew the former lawyer might protest that by using her walker to stand on she wasn’t technically following the rules of a filibuster – but frankly screw him. She only had so many years left to live and she wasn’t going to waste whatever time she had left reading that trash.

She perked up as the door to the community center opened and the youngest member of their little club walked in to the room.

Asa Emory was probably the person most likely to protest another smutty novel, next to herself; so she was very glad he decided to show up to the meeting.

After he pursued the selection of baked goods laid out on the center table (grabbing one of Lydia’s walnut blondies – smart man) he took the seat on the couch next to Mary-Ellen.

“Hello honey. How are you today?”

The large man turned slightly in his seat and offered her a brief grin.

“I’m doing fine Mary-Ellen, thank you. How’s your hip?”

Mary-Ellen sighed and leaned back.

“Never get old, honey. It’s not worth the social security check.”

Asa hummed in the back of his throat, tilting his head towards her with a teasing glint in his unique eyes.

“I’ll do my best.”

He set the book he’d had tucked under his arm onto the table, taking a large bite of the blondie he held.

Smiling, Mary-Ellen noted that he’d brought an older mystery novel as well.

Seeing her interest, Asa swallowed his mouthful and offered “Y/N picked it.”

A wrinkled hand rose and patted the solid knee next to her own arthritic one.

“I knew I liked them for a reason.”

Breaking the calm, Marlene clapped her hands together to get the rooms attention – pulling her husband from his slumber with a jolt.

“Hello everyone! Thank you for joining us for the fifth Oak Grove Bookclub content selection meeting!”

A polite smattering of applause echoed across the space.

“Now, I know there are so many wonderful choices out there, so lets get started with the book pitches!”

She looked knowingly over to Gladys.

“Gladys, would you care to start us off?”

Mary-Ellen groaned, making Asa huff in amusement next to her.

“Thank you so much Marlene! First, lets all have a moment of silence for our dear Robert, who we lost to prostate cancer last month.”

A murmur of assent rose from the group as they nodded or crossed themselves in remembrance of their lost member.

“In his honor, Marlene and I have chosen this book – ‘Beg for It’ by Megan Hart. An erotic story about two business people in a BDSM relationship where the man is the submissive!”

“Gladys! Stop using all those strange words, you know I wasn’t here when you read that ‘Fifty Shades of whatever’ book!”

Gladys sniffed.

“It means ‘Bondage, Domination, Sadism, and Masochism. Get with the times Albert.”

Mary-Ellen saw this as her opportunity to pipe up.

“I don’t like it when we read these smutty novels. It’s not what I joined this Bookclub for at all! If I wanted to read about two people doing naughty things, I would go over to Harriet’s house and read Earls ‘Hustler’ magazines!”

“Hey!”

“Don’t be such a prude Mary-Ellen, we’re all adults here. And quite frankly reading that other book helped Marvin and I try some things we hadn’t thought to try in our sixty years together!”

Someone laughed loudly.

“Which was all well and good until Marv’s back gave out!”

“Hush, Gloria!”

“All I’m saying is that we should be reading something relatable.”

“Yeah, if anyone can get anything out of those horn-dog books it’ll be Asa! At least he and Y/N have a better chance of getting through it without needing to stop for a pill-break!”

“Well then, lets ask Asa! How about it sweetie? Want to get some tips for the bedroom?”

Asa looked like he was going to implode or run out the door – meaning he looked closer to a statue than a man – back straight as a board, and gripping his leg tight enough to make his knuckles go white.

He cleared his throat.

“We’re fine, thank you.”

Marlene spoke up –

“So like a man - as long as they’re getting themselves taken care of they’re perfectly content to leave everything else alone.”

“Asa, have you asked Y/N if they’d like to mix things up in the bedroom?”

“Carl, you can’t ask people that!”

“Whaaat? I’m too old to be shy. And when Dorothy is on top I get a free prostate exam!”

This comment was met with several screeches and hoots from the room; but Asa remained quiet.

He stood suddenly, and grabbed his book.

“I’m sorry, I have to leave. Please let me know what the final decision is. My vote is for whatever Mary-Ellen picks.”

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Asa walked back to the house slowly, deep in thought about the situation he’d just departed from.

In all honesty, he wished he’d left sooner – never even heard the lies and slander about male pleasure and bedroom power dynamics.

He liked the members of the book club well enough – as much as he liked anyone who wouldn’t be joining his collection, he supposed; but they were wrong on this. They had to be.

For all that the occasional victim would yell and scream abuse while he was perfecting them, he knew the truth. Only homosexuals could feel pleasure from anal penetration – and he definitely wasn’t a homosexual. His father had made sure of that.

And he’d gotten so lucky with you. Not only were they accepting of his ‘hobby’; but they never tried to undermine his authority in the bedroom. Even when things got more heated than normal – like when you had purchased that lovely lingerie several weeks ago – Asa was assured that he’d be the one calling the shots, metaphorically.

Of course he’d heard people talk about their predilections before – woman on top, tying up your partner, and most recently pegging - but as long as you stayed where you belonged, there was no reason to let this upset him any further.

He nodded succinctly to himself as he strode up the stairs and turned the key to your house.

‘GET ON YOUR KNEES GET ON YOUR KNEES GET ON YOUR KNEES, BABY JUST GET ON YOUR KNEES’

… Or not.

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“Asa?”

You poked your head out of the dining room where you’d been dusting. Enjoying some alone time to play the pop music you knew Asa didn’t enjoy.

You’d thought you’d heard him enter, but then the door slammed…

You looked out the window as the green Buick Asa drove screeched out of the driveway and took off towards town.

‘Guess he must have forgotten something.’

[waiting-for-motivation]

i‘m still here

summary: Everyone at the Avengers compound processes their pain and loss after the snap different. While (Y/n) hides the most time in her room and refuses food, Thor drowns his thoughts in alcohol and doesn‘t talk to anyone.

pairings: Thor x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

warnings: ENDGAME SPOILER (really small I think), post snap, sadness, drunkenness, fluff

words: 1714

a/n: I don‘t even know if this contains any spoilers for endgame but I don‘t want to get murdered by on of you so reading at your own risk!

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Her gaze is focused on the ceiling above the bed she is laying on. No sound gets to her ears and that‘s everything (Y/n) wants. Silence.

Every time someone talks she must think about the dead people and that they can‘t talk anymore. And that‘s all her fault. She feels like everything happened just because of her while in reality she is as innocent as all the other people who survived. At least she tried fighting against Thanos.

But still, she blames herself for what happened in Wakanda and all over the universe. And that aren‘t just her thoughts, no, all of the Avengers sink into some kind of self-hatred. Even though everyone tried getting their beloved back, no one on the compound smiles anymore. It‘s like all the happiness disappeared with the ones that died.

Just as (Y/n) takes a deep breath to suppress the tears in her eyes, Steve Rogers enters her room without knocking. In the past he would have knocked on her door but now he knows that she doesn‘t answer if someone knocks. In his right hand he has a plate with some fruits on it and in his other hand he carries a water-bottle. A look at (Y/n)s nightstand shows the super soldier that she hasn‘t eaten the sandwich he brought her this morning. The bottle next to it is still full and looks like (Y/n) had just a sip of the water.

„If you don‘t eat and drink the next 24 hours we need to bring you to Bruce. He will know what to do.“ Steve sits down next to his friend and strokes over her (h/c) hair. It‘s still wet from the shower (Y/n) took this morning. Although Steve was the one that forced her to shower he is still relieved that she did at least this.

„I‘m not hungry.“ Her voice is quiet because she can‘t find the strength to speak louder. She knows that she will spend the next ten minutes with Steve giving her a moral speech about why she should eat and drink and maybe also talk to people. But that‘s not what happens. For a while the room is again filled with silence.

„I know you have your own problems and I wouldn‘t ask you that if we tried already talking to him but he isn‘t talking too anyone.“ (Y/n) slowly sits up and looks into Steve‘s tired and sad eyes. Even though she has a premonition who Steve might mean, she still asks him.

„Who isn‘t talking?“ With a shaking voice and a terrified expression (Y/n) gets up from her bed and walks towards the plate with fruits. Maybe she should start again eating. Maybe everything wouldn‘t be that oppressing.

„Thor.“ The apple (Y/n) had in her hands falls onto the ground and rolls under her bed. Now everything is worse. „Often he sits outside and stares at the sun and when someone wants to talk to him he just disappears. Today it‘s different and well…worse. You need to see it yourself. He is just a shell of his former self and you are his…“

„I was his girlfriend, don‘t forget that he stopped caring for me after the thing Thanos did. He wont talk to me, Steve, because I‘m just another person he excludes from his life!“ Now that (Y/n) almost screamed at Steve she feels a dizziness that moves the floor under her feet. Steve helps her sit again and hands her the water-bottle which she drinks up hesitantly.

„I know that he hurt you but he probably only did this because he thought that staying by your side would hurt you even more. Please, talk to him because I don‘t know what else we should do to get the old Thor back.“ Steve takes the empty bottle from (Y/n) who stares indecisively at her hands. It‘s obvious that she doesn‘t know what to do. After all she didn‘t saw Thor for two weeks and doesn‘t even know how to behave around him. About what should she even talk with him? Should she ask him how he is doing? No, that is the dumbest question you could ask a hero these days. Maybe she should just improvise.

„Okay, I‘ll go to him but if he just looks at me the wrong way I will immediately leave. Where is he?“ With a heavy heart and a lump in her throat (Y/n) follows Steve towards one of the living rooms. From time to time the super soldier looks worried at (Y/n) because he is afraid that he might make everything even more complicated for her. What if she will break down seeing her longtime boyfriend in such a terrible condition.

„I must warn you: he isn‘t himself.“ As Steve opens the glass door for (Y/n), a strong alcoholic scent fills her nostrils. She looks confused around the room and finally spots Thor.

He truly looks dreadful. His short hair looks like he drove his hand to much through it. Under his two-colored eyes are dark rings and his whole face looks a little bit sunken. Steve is right, Thor is a shell of his former self.

A quick look at the clock tells (Y/n) that it‘s too early to drink alcohol.

„Why is he drinking alcohol at 2 pm?“ Although (Y/n) tries talking quietly Thor finally notices the presence of the two. At first he looks into Steves unreadable expression, then he lets his gaze wander towards (Y/n). The beautiful (Y/n). Actually he wants to jump up from the couch and hug his beloved (Y/n) but than he reminds himself about keeping her away from him for own good.

„Why aren’t you eating or drinking anything?“ A small smile creeps onto Steve‘s lips and after this question he leaves the two alone.

(Y/n) walks towards the god with a pounding heart and even though she can‘t stand the smell of alcohol she sits right next to Thor. For a long while no one says anything. The whole situation is weird for both of them. Every time (Y/n) opens her mouth to say something she closes it again because she can‘t find the right words. In the end (Y/n) can find the strength to say something.

„You remember the days before all this?“ Thor doesn‘t answer but that’s okay for (Y/n). As long as she doesn‘t hear a no everything is okay. „I do. I remember all of the days. The happy ones and the unpleasant ones. Remember when we fought against your brother and I punched him in the face? Or when we fought against the robot Stark invented? We won those battles but lost this one. That‘s the worst thing that can happen to heroes, I think. We aren‘t used to it and the world doesn‘t expect that from us.“ As tears rise in (Y/n)s eyes, Thor fills his glass with more alcohol and sips from it. It‘s seems like he doesn‘t even listen to (Y/n) but that‘s not true. He listens to every word that leaves her mouth. „We all lost but it‘s our duty to stand up and try turn back time. We can‘t drown in our self-hatred and blame us all over the day. We need to do something.“ As (Y/n)s speech ends she hopes that she could confess Thor to help the others but in the moment he stands up and turns towards the door her heart breaks all over again. Her hand quickly reaches for one of Thor‘s. As their hands connect they both feel a familiar tingle.

„I know you lost everything and everyone you ever loved and I can‘t tell you how sorry I‘m for you but you can‘t just drown your thoughts with alcohol.“ They look into each other’s eyes and (Y/n) could swear that something flashes in Thor‘s eyes. For one moment it feels like the old days but then Thor must tear his hand away from (Y/n) and walk towards the door.

„You are strong, Thor. I hope you know that. You lost everyone: your family, your brother, your best friend, your home and now half of the universe. But we are still here. I‘m still here.“ One tear flows over (Y/n)s cheek. She can‘t comprehend that Thor turns his back to her again. It’s like he breaks up with her once again.

The loss of food and water shows itself through dizziness and the feeling of falling on the floor every moment. If Thor hadn‘t thought about her words and wouldn‘t have come to the conclusion that he must stay by her side, (Y/n) would now lay on the ground.

His strong arms hold her up and his warmth calms her down.

„I‘m so sorry.“ The room is again and again filled with those words from Thor. He feels so guilty about leaving (Y/n) to herself.

„No, I‘m sorry.“ (Y/n) takes his face into her warm hands and looks into his eyes. More and more tears find their way over her face. Thor wipes them away as best as he can.

„You need to hear me out, honey. I never had the intention to hurt you. Everything I ever wanted was to protect you. After Thanos killed my brother, my people and after that half of the universe I thought that I may be the problem. If I couldn‘t save half of the universe, how could I protect the one and only I have ever loved. So I broke up with you and now, now I see how stupid I was. I shouldn‘t have kept you out of my life because that made everything even worse.“ A small smile appears on both their faces and slowly their lips come closer to one another. Finally their lips connect again and they both feel the familiar tingle. It‘s just like in the old days. They are together and partly happy.

„So you stop drinking alcohol and I might start a healthy diet again.“ Thor grins down at (Y/n).

„No, you will start a healthy diet.“

As Steve renters the living room again he catches (Y/n) and Thor on the couch. While Thor has one arm around your shoulder and therefore presses you against his body, you have one arm around his torso. During these terrible days they both seem happy.

[dxlansfxck]

Painting Flowers [G.D] - 07

Grayson didn’t know what to expect by now, following the girl that looked like a mess by now upstairs, still holding her hand. He was confused about going upstairs, Luna never told him what was up there, probably thinking it was only the attic. Well, Y/N taught him different as she quietly opened the massive door, motioning Grayson to step inside first.

The strong smell of wood and paint was flooding his nose while he looked around the mysterious room. It wasn’t just an attic; it was an entire gallery right in front of him. He was shocked how less he knew about Y/N, the girl he thought he loved, but he realized he knew nothing about her. Neither her favorite color nor about any of her talents.

“Y/N, I’m... speechless”, Grayson was searching for words, but he couldn’t find any to describe what he was feeling right know. “Can I look at them?” He was unsure about what he was supposed to do up here, not knowing if she wants to share her most vulnerable side with him.

Y/N just nods, nibbling on her fingernails while having an eye on Grayson. By now, she was kind of regretting bringing him up here. Most of her recent paintings were about him and her confusion about their relationship – if he would look at them, she was sure he’d find out what she really felt.

But that is what she wanted, right? She wanted to open up for him, giving him an inside of her world, about her feelings and everything she went through until now.

“I can understand if you don’t like them, I’m not as good as I wish I was..”, she mumbles while walking towards the window, a soft breeze coming through it – not strong enough to wipe away the smell of art. He turned around from the current painting he was looking at – a messy galaxy, colorful but also very dark. He loved the way she used all those colors and he realized how confused she must have been while painting it.

 “Shut up, Y/N. Those are incredible. Why didn’t you tell anyone about that? It’s a fucking talent and you should use it as much as you can!”

He then realizes where she must have been the entire last week. Another look around the room confirms his presumption. There was a mattress laying on the floor, dots and stains of color splattered on it. “Wait, have you been sleeping here?” Confusion but also shock was written on his face as he turns around to his angel in disguise.

“Well, yeah.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders while biting her lip in fear of a tantrum. “You need to understand, Gray. It is so fucking difficult for me to stay in the same house as you do, not being able to touch or feel you. I can’t even talk to you like a normal human being would because I’m so fucked up right now. This situation sucks so much, you don’t even understand.” Tears were slowly filling her eyes, but she looks up to the ceiling to not let them fall. She was not going to cry in front of him.

 “Fuck, angel, don’t talk like that. Don’t you think it isn’t hard for me? Seeing you with my own twin, hanging around, flirting and spending most of your time with someone that looks like me but isn’t me? Seeing you choosing someone over me that knows me better than I do? And I’m pissed at Ethan for doing so, but I’m also supposed to wish him just the best because that’s what a good twin should do? Well I can’t do that, Y/N. I can’t just watch you two doing your thing because I am the one that should do all those things with you. I should be the one that pushes your limits at the gym, I should be going out with you every time, showing you off to all the other boys that just wish they could fuck you the way I should fuck you. Not Ethan, Y/N. Me!”

Grayson’s voice got louder with each word he spoke, almost screaming at her, but his eyes were instantly filled with regret. “I’m sorry, Y/N… I’m just… tired of this situation? I don’t know how I am supposed to act in front of you. I know that I’m your mother’s boyfriend, but I am also so fucking crazy for you. Ever since I met you, I don’t even want to touch your mother anymore. Don’t want to sleep in the same bed as her and I’m sorry to say that I’m so fucking glad she’s gone right now, because all I want to do is be with you – and I hate myself for telling you that just now because we already missed too many days to spend without her.”

 Y/N’s eyes widened at every new confession Grayson just made, her frown growing bigger and bigger because she knows it’s impossible for them to be together in this life. “Gray…”, she whispers, but he just shakes his head. “No excuses, Y/N. Not today. We can talk about all of this as soon as Luna comes back home, but not now. Please. I want to get to know the real Y/N, not the one you pretend to be in front of us. I want to know about your favorite things, your hobbies, the music you listen to, everything. I want to take you on dates, I want to spend every free second with you. I want to make you feel how much I actually need you in my life.” He sits down onto the dirty mattress, patting the spot next to him. Y/N sighs but obeys. She could feel his warmth; she could smell his cologne and she could see all the hope in his eyes.

 Ask me why my heart’s inside my throat, I’ve never been in love I’ve been alone,

Feeling like I’ve been living life asleep, love’s so strong it makes me feel so weak.

Are you lonely? Our fingers dancing when they meet.

You seem so lonely, I’ll be the only dream you’ll seek.

  “To be honest, I don’t even know what to say. I never met my dad because mom didn’t feel like it was necessary, I guess. I went on dates with many older guys, even older than you are. I kind of slipped into the sugar daddy scene, not that I needed the money, but I loved the attention. I could’ve gone on dates with guys my age, but they’re just… disappointing and I never wanted my heart to be broken again. But once you came into our life – I knew I was in for another heart break. I needed to hate you, to disobey you, to try and get you out of our house again. I’m sorry for everything I did, Gray. Obviously it made me fall for you even more and once we did… what we did, I guess, I couldn’t do that to my mother. But once I saw her at the airport, making out with this other guy”, she looks Grayson dead in the eye, “She doesn’t deserve you, Gray. She’s using you, using your youth to make herself feel better. She’s a bitch for doing that, for cheating on you, but on the other hand… you’ve been doing the same.”

 “Wait, she did what? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Why did you keep that to yourself, Y/N? If that hoe cheated on me, I don’t have to feel bad for doing this.” With one swift motion, Y/N was straddling Grayson’s lap, his hands holding her butt as tight as they could, pressing her body into his. Their lips met, teeth crashing together, but neither of them cared, they were lost in the moment they tried to get weeks ago. They finally knew what they wanted, what they needed. And that was nothing but each other.

 Their tongues started to dance against each other’s, their hands were roaming their bodies without any rush, they’ve got time and they were going to take it. Grayson slowly loosened Y/N’s braids, letting her hair fall down her back, pushing the loose strands behind her ears before prepping her entire face with sweet little kisses, not caring about her smudged makeup or the tear stains on her cheeks. She was as beautiful and unique as her paintings and he wanted her to know that. Y/N was still just in her underwear, now regretting that she didn’t put her dress back on before coming upstairs. There wasn’t much to do to get out of this situation than sliding Grayson’s shirt off as well, leaving his perfectly sculpted body for her to adore. She traced his abs with her fingertips, grinning as Grayson shudders once in a while, head laid back and eyes closed.

“You like that, huh?” Y/N mumbled against his earlobe, slightly biting into it before leaving a trail of butterfly kisses against his jawline down to his neck and shoulders. “Fuck, I do and you know that”, the grip on her ass gets tighter the lower she gets with her lips. “I know you wanted to do that slowly, but this must be boring for you too, Daddy.”  

 So if you’re lonely, no need to show me  - if you’re lonely come be lonely with me.

Lonely, passion is crashing as we speak.

You seem so lonely - you’re the ground my feet wont reach. So if you’re lonely, darling you’re glowing.

 “God, I love you so much, princess”, Grayson groans while quickly removing her bra to connect his plump lips to her hardening nipples. “And I wanted to take my time with you, wanted to treat you like the good girl you were, but I just need to feel you so bad I can’t wait anymore.” With that, Y/N’s panties were gone too, Grayson didn’t mind removing his boxers, he just pulls them down to his ankles, his already hard cock leaning against his lower stomach. “Please, Daddy. Need you so bad.” “Mh, I bet you do, angel. Usually I wouldn’t just give you what you want, hun. Patience in key, y’know? But today as it is your first time riding Daddy’s dick, I’ll let that misbehavior slip”, he quickly slaps her left ass cheek, catching Y/N by surprise. “You should be really thankful for that, angel”, he whispers against her ear as he quickly enters her throbbing core, slipping in easily with one deep thrust.

 Y/N’s teeth dig into Grayson’s shoulder while one of his large hands is buried in her messy hair, tugging her closer to him. The other hand leads her movements, rocking her back and forth on his dick, making her take all of it. Porn-like moans were echoing through the room, pants and grunts leaving their mouths but neither of them were able to do their usual dirty talking. They were too lost in the moment, clinging to each other and their movements get slower with each thrust Grayson did. Y/N lifts her head, looking Grayson deep in the eyes. “I love you, Gray.”

“Fuck, I love you too, angel. You know that”, he holds her face in his hands, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs while kissing her with all the love and passion that is left in his heart. “I’ll make us happen, alright? We’re going to go through that because all we need is us. We will be together, Y/N. We will move out, have our own life and family. You won’t need to live with Luna if you don’t want to”, he leans his forehead against hers, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’ll always be there for you, angel. I won’t let anyone break you ever again.”

 Tears were streaming down both of their faces as Grayson began to move his hips again, bringing them to one of their most intense orgasms they’ve ever experienced – but they received so much more that day.

Love, passion, a shoulder to cry and a shoulder to laugh on, their soulmate. And suddenly both of them knew that the future will be as bright as the next painting Y/N will be drawing. Full of sunshine, full of hope and full of them taking care of each other.

 Underneath the pale moonlight, dreaming of a circus life. Carousels and Ferris heights  - I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. ‘cause I’m lonely, I’m so lonely and if you hold me I’ll be your only.

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Nothing Breaks Like A Heart: Chapter 2 Part 2

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Nora felt stunned from the fall and her ears were buzzing from the loud explosion.

“Nora, babydoll, listen to me.” Tony grabbed Nora’s face. She looked like she was in shock. Her eyes met his. “Steve is going to take you someplace safe. I want you to stay there until one of us comes and gets you okay?” Nora shook her head.

“No, I’m fine. Things were intense in there and the explosion surprised me. You’re going to need my help with that engine. We don’t have time to argue. You need my tiny hands” Tony sighed.

“The two of you find engine 3. I’ll meet you there. Rogers you keep her safe.” Steve nodded and he and Nora headed towards the engines. Nora looked up at Steve trying to decide what to say to him.

"Steve?" He looked down at her frantic green eyes waiting for her to continue. "I just have to say this one thing and then we can move on from it. You don't know shit about my Uncle. You know the persona he allows the world to see. He is one of the best men I know and he is actually a hero. If I ever hear you speak to him like that again, super soldier or not, I'll be handing you your own teeth."

Steve smiled for a moment. "Understood Nora. Are you sure you're okay to do this? You really don't look okay."

"I'll be fine Steve. I can push through." He nodded and they continued on until they reached engine 3. Nora stared wide eyed at the damage. “Shit, this is worse than I thought it would be.” She was squeezing Steve’s hand trying to quell the fear she felt creeping up.

"Stark we're here" The words were barely out of Steve's mouth when Tony came flying in and started to examine the engine as his suit started scanning through the different levels of machinery.

"Nora- we have to get this super conducting cooling system back online before I can access the rotors. Why don't you work on dislodging the debris. Cap I need you to get to that engine control panel and tell me which relays are in overload position. Nora watched with admiration as Steve jumped and swung himself over to the control panel. "Oh my God, not you too. Stop with the heart eyes." Nora glared at her uncle and got back to work on the engine. "Captain, what do you see?"

"It seems to run on some form of electricity." Steve's voice carried over the comms.

"Really? They should have named him Captain Obvious." Tony laughed as they kept working. They worked silently and cohesively until Steve’s voice interrupted their work.

“Okay, the relays are intact Tony. What’s our next move?”

“Even if I clear the rotors, this thing wont re-engage without a jump....I’m gonna have to get in there and push.”

“You can’t do that! It’s not safe!” Nora cried out.

“If that thing gets up speed, you’ll get shredded!” Steve added in agreement with Nora.

“Cap I need you to stay in the control unit and reverse polarity long enough to disengage- “ Tony couldn’t finish without Steve interrupting”

“Speak English” The frustration was clear in his voice.

“Steve, you should seen a red lever near you. It’ll slow the rotors down long enough for Tony to get out.” Nora instructed

“Stand by it, wait for my word.” Tony added once Nora finished. They felt the Helicarrier drop slightly. Fury’s voice came over their comms.

“Stark, we’re losing altitude.”

“Nick we noticed” Nora shot back. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Steve was knocked off the edge by a gunman almost dropping off the carrier, hanging on by a wire. “STEVE!” She screamed in terror all while the Helicarrier continued to drop and Tony was working furiously on the rotors. Then he was yelling for Steve to pull the lever as she watched in horror as Steve was still fighting off the gunman and unable to get to the lever. She couldn’t swing herself to where Steve was to help him. She wasn’t a super solider. Tony was screaming for Steve to pull the lever. Nora didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t help Tony and she couldn’t get to Steve to help him. She screamed in frustration as she felt them loosing more altitude. Tony was sucked into the blades and was spun wildly around. Nora stood helpless but then saw Steve pull the lever. Tony went flying out but got control back and flew back towards the ship and took out the gunman attacking Steve.

Once Nora felt confident that Tony and Steve were okay she headed back inside to see where she could help. She ran into the room where Loki was being held captive and let out another cry of agony when she saw Phil Coulson slumped on the floor with one of the giant guns in his lap. She rushed to his side.

“Phil?! Oh my god! What happened? Where are you hurt?!” Nora willed herself not to cry so she could help him.

“Loki got me. But don’t worry kid, I got him back.”

“I’ll kill him.” Nora saw where he was wounded and started putting pressure on it.

“Nora, look at me.” Her tearful green eyes met his and he put a hand on the side of her face. “Your father would be so proud of you. You’re kind and brilliant. You keep Tony grounded.”

“No! No no don’t do that. Don’t you dare” Nora was interrupted by Fury walking in. Phil looked over at him. Nora felt the tears fall down her cheeks. Phil had been a source of support after Tony got back from the Middle East and had come out as Iron Man. He was a friend.

“I’m sorry boss. They got rabbited.” Fury knelt down next to Nora.

“Just stay awake. Eyes on me.” Nick encouraged. She knew how close he and Coulson were.

“Oh I’m clockin’ out here.” Nora noticed how pale Phil was getting. She tried harder to stop the bleeding.

“Not an option Agent.”

“It’s okay, boss. This was never gonna work- if they didn’t have something- to” Nora felt his breathing stop and Nick pulling her up by her arm so the medical team to get in. All she could think was that this was another loss of another person she cared about. She barely heard Nick as he was speaking to Agent Hill over her ear piece.

“Agent Coulson is down.”

Nora was seething. Far too many people had died because of Loki. She wasn't about to sit on the sidelines and allow him to get a pass after he killed Phil Coulson. She finished loading up her holsters with weapons and headed down the hall. As she was walking she came upon Steve talking to Natasha.

"Go where?" Natasha gave Steve a questioning look.

"I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those Jets?" Nora cleared her throat.

"I can." Steve started to protest. "Don't Steve. You're not going to stop be from joining you guys on this. I'm not looking for your permission. I can get my own jet and just fly myself."

"Don't argue with her, we'll just waste time. I'll get Clint to suit up and we'll meet you there." Steve eyed Nora as they walked down to the jets. He didn't want to fight with her, but he was concerned.

"Nora look, I'm just worried. You still don't look great. I just don't want you to jump into a fight and get hurt because you aren't 100%." Nora stopped walking.

"Captain, I appreciate the concern. I really do. But I'm not a child. I know what I can handle, you don't. Believe me when I tell you I know how to fight and I know how to work a weapon. I'm fine." Steve held his hands up in surrender and they continued walking to the jet to wait for Natasha and Clint. A shield agent was about to stop them as they climbed onto the Jet.

"Son, just don't." Nora burst out laughing.

"Look, I know you're actually like 90 some odd years old. But really, you look half his age and you called him Son. We need to brush you up on your slang and lingo."

"Are you offering to help?"

"We get through this Steve, and maybe."

Nora was heading to the top floor of Stark Tower. She had seen Tony land on the roof to try and talk some sense into Selvig. She wasn't sure he was going to be able to get through to him. Loki was using that scepter to control him, the same way he had controlled Clint. Nora was about to enter the Penthouse, but stopped when she heard Loki's voice.

"Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity" Loki's tone was teasing.

"Actually, I was going to threaten you." Tony's retort was sharp and sarcastic. Nora didn't like the idea of Loki being so close to her Uncle. She didn't want to take the chance of Tony being hurt. Clearly Loki didn't care who he took out on his quest for power.

"You should have left your armor on for that." Loki was cocky.

"Yeah, it's seen a bit of mileage. You've got the uh...blue stick of destiny. Would you like a drink?"

"Stalling me wont change anything."

"No, no no, threatening. No drink? You sure I'm having one." Nora normally enjoyed the games of verbal ping pong Tony played with people. She was too apprehensive this time to appreciate his wit.

"The Chitauri are coming, nothing will change that, what do I have to fear?" Nora was hoping that he would underestimate them enough that it would lead to his demise.

"The Avengers. It's what we call ourselves. Sort of like a team. 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes' type of thing".

"Yes, I've met them." Nora couldn't understand how Loki and Thor were so different. Tony and her father had been different, but their core values were the same.

"Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one. But, let's do a head count here. Your brother, the Demi-God; A super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; my beautiful and brilliant niece that is a complete bad ass. Don't let her tiny stature fool you, a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them." Nora couldn't help but smile at her Uncle's assessment. She watched as Tony approached Loki, her nerves kicking back up. "Not a great plan. When they come, and they will, they’ll come for you." Loki scoffed.

"I have any army" Nora rolled her eyes.

"We have a hulk" Tony didn't miss a beat. Loki gave Tony a condescending smirk.

"Oh, I thought the beast had wandered off."

"Yeah- you’re missing the point. There’s no throne, there is no version of this, where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us, but it’s all on you. ’Cause if we can’t protect the earth, you can be damned well sure we’ll avenge it." Nora held her breath as Loki walked over to Tony, pointing his scepter.

"How will your friends have time for me, when they’re so busy fighting you?" Nora took a step towards where they were standing as Loki placed the tip of the scepter over Tony's heart. She heard the tip clink against the arc reactor. "This usually works." The scepter controlled the person through their heart? And since Tony's arc reactor protected his, Loki couldn't touch him. She watched Tony shrug.

"Well, performance issues. You know" Loki grabbed Tony by the throat and throws him across the room. Nora burst in, pointing her assault rifle at Loki. She heard Tony yell.

"JARVIS, anytime now." Loki let Tony go and moved towards Nora. She didn't flinch as he approached her. He stopped short of putting his hands on her.

"You will all fall before me" Nora stopped to think for a moment and wondered if someone else was controlling Loki the way he was Selvig and Barton. Her thoughts were broken as Tony yelled again.

"JARVIS! DEPLOY!" Nora screamed as Loki turned and charged at Tony, shoving him out of the window. She heard him yell for JARVIS to deploy again. Her heart was in her throat when she saw one of his suits shoot past her and go after Tony. The suit must have caught him because all of the sudden Tony was back up at the window staring Loki down. Nora let the breath she didn't realize she was holding go. "And there’s one other person you pissed off! His name is Phil." Tony fired a repulsor blast at Loki and knocked him down but not before he could shoot a stream of blue light towards the sky, opening a portal for the Chitauri army to come through.

"Oh my god..." Nora couldn't believe her eyes. She was paralyzed for the moment watching them all pile through. She watched as Tony flew at the incoming army, shooting at them. Nora stared down at Loki. "You are nothing like Thor. He is kind and good. You are everything that is wrong in this universe. You could use your power for good. To leave a mark on this world as a hero. Instead you choose to do this." She watched as he looked up at her, the look in his eyes darkening.

"Being a hero is overrated. Ruling over a lesser species is so much more satisfying. You humans think you're so special." He approached her and ran the back of his hand down the side of her face with mock affection. She jerked away. "Although you, you are so much more than just a mere human. You posses a power that you haven't tapped into yet."

"Don't you dare touch me, not ever again. And stop with your cryptic nonsense. You're trying to get into my head. Though I'm surprised you haven't tried to use your little magic wand."

"Oh darling, that's because it wont work on you."

"How do you know that? How could that be true?"

"I promise you, in time, you'll come to understand."

"Loki, step away from her." Thor's voice boomed throughout the Pent House. Nora was happy to see that he was okay. Deep down, she had known he was okay, she just didn't understand why she knew he was okay. That wasn't important now, she would address all of this when the fight was over.

"Hello brother. I didn't think you'd be joining us." Thor crossed the Pent House and approached Nora.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Thor looked over Nora with concern.

"I'm fine. And no, he didn't hurt me."

"Nora, get out of here. Go somewhere safe." Thor begged.

"Thor, I'm not leaving."

"Then go help Captain Rogers, please. This is between Loki and I." Nora hesitated for a moment. She nodded and ran out of the Pent House and headed to the chaos below.

Nora immediately felt overwhelmed when she approached the street. People were running and screaming. The Chitauri were everywhere. As she looked up, she could see Thor and Loki fighting each other. She felt Thor's pain. It was like pressure on her heart. This was his brother and he was hell bent on destroying their relationship. Nora couldn't imagine what that must be like, she never had siblings to have a connection like that. But the fraction of heart ache she felt was enough to convince her she was glad she was an only child. That kind of betrayal must be impossible to get past. She pulls herself from her thoughts for what seemed to be the 100th time that day and pulled a gun out of one of her holsters and starts shooting the Chitauri one by one, chasing after them down the street. She needed to take a breath and re-load her weapon. With her back flushed against a brick building, Nora took a moment to look around at all of the destruction. How were they going to stop this? And if they did stop it, how were they going to put this city back together. She steeled herself, shoving those thoughts into the back of her mind. She couldn't think about repairs right now, she had to focus on stopping Loki's army. She almost cried out in relief when she saw Steve, Natasha and Clint to her left battling the aliens. She jumped back into action, making her way over to the trio.

"Nora, thank God you're okay." Nat could have hugged her if she didn't have her hands so full. She was worried about Nora since she had seemed to vanish. She was tough, but this was beyond anything the young woman had faced before. Nora quickly brought her elbow back, bashing a Chitauri in the face. Before she could shoot it, she watched as Steve's shield shot by her and took it's head off. She didn't have a chance to even say thank you. All of the sudden she was on her back on the ground, a Chitauri on top of her trying to choke her. She shuddered in disgust when it collapsed dead on her after Clint's arrow had pierced it's skull. Steve put his hand out and pulled Nora to her feet.

"Thanks for the assist Captain. And before you ask me, I'm fine." He let out a small laugh.

"Am I that predictable?"

"Everyone seems to think I'm made of glass. But I'm good."

"Well then stop chatting and get to work." She pursed her lips at him and gave him a slight shove. He watched as she ran off to a small group of Chitauri, effectively taking them out with a round of bullets. It seemed like anytime she took one out, two more came in it's place. She felt like they had been fighting for days. The Semi-Automatic was the most efficient and she knew soon she'd be out of bullets eventually. Nora screamed in pain as she felt a blade go through her thigh and she dropped to the ground. She rolled out of the way and hid behind a taxi. The cut was deep. She felt nauseated when she saw the thick dark blood pooling from the wound. She saw a jacket on the ground a few feet from her. She reached over and grabbed it. She used a knife she had to cut it into a few strips and started tying them around the stab wound to stop the bleeding. She needed to rest for a few moments or she wasn't going to make it out of this fight. She took a moment to watch the others fight. It was like watching poetry. Natasha and Clint were in perfect harmony, fighting off alien after alien. Using each others strengths and compensating for the other's weaknesses. Nora winced when she heard Natasha scream out in pain as a Chitauri threw her into the cab Nora was leaning against.

"Nat are you alright?" Nora tried to examine her for any serious injuries.

"I think so, are you?"

"Yeah, I got a nasty cut, I had to sit back and get the bleeding to stop. Nat, there are too many of them. We're out numbered. The three of us can't keep doing this." Before Natasha could respond Steve is charging at Chitauri, knocking them out of the way. And then Thor was dropping from the sky taking out a large group of Chitauri with a bolt of lightening. Both Nora and Natasha took a breath of relief. For the second time that day, Nora put her hand in Steve's and he pulled her to her feet. He gave her hand a squeeze and then turned to Thor.

"What's going on up there?" Thor shook his head in dismay.

"The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable. I could not stop it."

"Thor is right, we gotta deal with these guys." Nora felt relief when she heard Tony's voice over their comms.

"How do we-" Nora was interrupted by Bruce arriving on a motorcycle. "Bruce!"

"So this all seems horrible." He commented as he surveyed what was going on. They all watched in horror as the Leviathan Tony was trying to take care of was heading their way. Steve turned to Bruce.

"Dr. Banner, now might be a really good time for you to get angry." Steve was surprised to hear himself suggesting that the Hulk come out and play.

"That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry." Before he could utter another word, Bruce Banner transformed into the Hulk, punching the Leviathan and smashed it into the ground."

"Seriously, why didn't he get here sooner?" Nora was incredulous. She watched as Tony swooped in, blasting the strange creature with a missile. The victory was short lived as the 7 of them watched as more Leviathans and alien warriors poured from the portal above. "Jesus- how many of these guys are there?!" Nora's frustration was building. Steve took control of the situation.

" Alright, listen up. Until we can close that portal up there, we’re gonna use containment. Barton, I want you on that roof, eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Stark, you got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash. Thor! You gotta try and bottleneck that portal, slow ’em down. You got the lightning, light the bastards up. Nat, you, Nora and I are staying on the ground to keep fighting them off." 

Tony lifted Barton up to the roof and Thor swung his hammer and was gone. Natasha and Nora were preparing themselves to continue to fight. Steve turned to Banner. "And Hulk? SMASH!" Hulk grinned, jumped into the air and began to take out dozens of the Chitauri at a time. Nora watched on in amazement as Hulk jumped up and slapped a flying craft out of the air.  Nora was fighting the Chitauri off when she saw Natasha jump and push off of Steve’s sheild and jump onto one of the Chitauri flying vehicles.

“Rusty?! What the hell are you doing?” Nora screamed into the comm.

“We have to close the Portal. Don’t worry Nor. I got this”

“Please be careful.” Nora leaned back against the police car that was near her. The thigh she was stabbed in was throbbing.

“What happened to your leg?” Steve walked over to Nora in a rare lull in the fighting and action. He noticed she had been favoring it.

“One of the Chitauri stabbed me. Apparently their blades can cut through protective gear.” Steve knelt down in front of Nora to examine her leg. He looked at the makeshift bandages tied around her thigh. He could see dark blood caked around them. Her leg was filthy and clearly covered in alien like blood or slime or whatever it was. He had barely even put any pressure on her thigh near the wound and she jumped and winced in pain. She was going to be looking at a nasty infection

. “I think the adrenaline is masking the pain. It’s a deep cut. But you touching it? I felt like I was being stabbed again.”

“As soon as we’re done here I’m getting you to someone that can look at it and stitch you up. If you need to rest, then rest.” Nora nodded and stayed leaning against the vehicle. Steve knew she must be suffering because she didn’t insist that she was okay and could fight.

Nora watched as the others continued to fight the aliens. It was a magnificent scene. Steve and Tony has put their differences aside and were working together. Steve lifted his shield and Tony used it to reflect a blast from his repulsor effectively taking out another large group of Chitauri. She slid down against the car to sit on the ground. She was in a good position to take out some of the aliens without being seen or having to be on her feet. She felt a wave of relief when Natasha’s voice came into her ear piece to tell her she had made it safely to the top of the tower and that Selvig was himself again. Maybe they could win this after all. Steve was directing Natasha to close the portal and then Tony’s voice was heard telling them to wait. Nora pulled herself  up to join Steve where he was standing, visibly was limping.

“I got a nuke coming in and it’s gonna blow in less than a minute...and I know just where to put it.” Nora and Steve both had wide eyes as they watched him fly overhead.

“Stark- you know that’s a one way trip.”

“Uncle Tony, don’t please!” Nora could not lose him too. Her grandparents were dead, her father and mother. They had been betrayed by Obediah. He had been a grandfather to her.

“I’m sorry Babydoll but I have to. You know I love you more than anything.” Nora covered her mouth. He was going to sacrifice himself to save the city and everyone in it. Thor was suddenly next to Nora. The two of them and Steve looked up and watched as Tony flew by, redirecting the missile and barely missing Stark Tower, pushing it up towards the portal. Nora couldn’t breathe. All of the sudden the Chitauri started collapsing all around them. She willed her Uncle to come flying back through the portal.

“Natasha” Steve started.

“STEVE NO! Don’t you dare!” Nora screamed at him. The genuine look of sorrow in his eyes told her he was going to anyway. “Close it.” Nora tried to run at Steve but Thor caught him in his arms and held her back. Nora let out a cry that hurt Thor’s heart. He’d never heard a human make a noise like that.”

“NO! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” She raged at Steve. “Oh my god” Nora saw Tony’s limp form falling through the sky a few moments later.

“He’s not slowing down.” Thor was alarmed. The impact would kill Iron Man. Before any of them could move to help Tony, Hulk caught him out of the sky and slid down the side is the building and crashed to the ground in front of them. Hulk threw Tony off of him as Thor helped Nora to the ground and then pulled off Tony’s face plate. Steve joined them listening for a  heart beat. Nora felt silent tears fall as she noticed the Arc Reactor was dark. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Hulk roared. But Tony’s eyes shot open.

“What the hell? What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me.” Nora laughed and her tears were now ones of relief. She felt Thor slide his arm around her waste to help her keep herself upright.

“We won.” Steve was smiling when he said it. Tony let out a breath of relief.

“Alright, Hey. Alright. Good job, guys. Let’s just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day. You ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I wanna try it.”

“We’re not finished yet.” Thor’s voice reverberated through Nora’s body. He helped pull her to her feet. She couldn’t put any weight on her injured leg now and she was about to throw up. Thor could feel her body burning up. He looked over at Steve with concerned eyes.

“And then shawarma after?”

 Nora slowly opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered was being rushed into a medical bay that Tony had put into Stark tower. Dr. Banner had transformed back and was there. Natasha and Steve were cutting her pant leg off. She remembered seeing the angry almost purple skin on her thigh. She was screaming in pain as Bruce tried to clean it. She either had passed out from the pain or he had knocked her out so he could work without her thrashing. At some point, she hoped Natasha, had changed her into an Iron Man t-shirt and a pair of short sweat shorts. Her right leg that had been stabbed was elevated and her thigh was wrapped in gauze. She had an IV in her hand that was attached to two tiny bags and a big bag of fluid.

“You’re awake.” Bruce was looking down at her with kind eyes. “I put you to sleep. You were in too much pain. We had to clear out some of the infected tissue in your leg. You couldn’t have tolerated that while awake. We did that and cleaned out any fluid in the wound. I stitched you up after. You’re going to have a nasty scar but we didn’t want the infection to travel and have you lose your leg or worse. The infection came quickly. It must have been something alien you were exposed to. The bags are a strong antibiotic, some strong pain killers and just some fluid so you don’t dehydrate. You can leave once the drips are done. You’ll have to keep taking the antibiotics for 10 days. I’ll give you some pain meds because you’re going to be hurting for a while.”

 Nora took in all of the information."We?"

"I have a friend that is a surgeon. She owed me a favor. I didn't want to take you to the hospital with all of the cameras and media. This was safer."

“Thank you Bruce. Is Tony okay?”

“He’s fine. He, Fury and Thor are dealing with Loki and the tesseract. I’ll let him know you’re awake.” As Bruce walked out, Steve Rogers walked in. Nora immediately tensed up.

“Please leave.” Nora demanded pointing to the door.

“Nora?” He didn’t understand.

“The Chitauri were down. You could have waited another minute or so to make sure he got back through. One minute wouldn’t have made a difference.“

“But it could have.” He protested.

“Or you just didn’t care if he made it through or not. He’s only in it for himself right? You made it clear how you felt about him.”

“I was wrong. And even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t be okay with someone dying. He knew the risk when he flew up there. He was trying to save you, to save all of us.” His heart broke a little when he saw tears fall down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away.

“Just go. I want to be alone.” He nodded and backed out of the room. He knew she had been upset in the moment but thought she would understand once things had calmed down. He was shocked he had been so wrong. Nora was impatiently waiting for her IV bags to finish. She just wanted to get out of this room. Tony had been in to see her. She cried and he held her. She had been on an emotional roller coaster ride. She looked up from her magazine when she heard a knock at her door. Before she could answer Thor’s head poked in. 

“Tony said you wished to see me.” Nora nodded. He took a seat next to her bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Truthfully kind of drugged. These pain meds are no joke. But I feel drained.”

“It’s been quite the day.” Nora shifted. There was a strange awkwardness in the room”

“Thor- I feel the strangest connection to you. We’ve never met before but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. I know it sounds crazy.”

“I agree. I feel it too. Though I do not understand it.”

“Loki said some things. He said that I wasn’t just a ‘mere human’ and mentioned powers that I haven’t yet tapped into. When he was in the cage thing. He called me something. It wasn’t English. I meant to try and look it up. But I got distracted. And then he told me his scepter wouldn’t affect me.”

“I am bringing him back to Asgard. I will try and get information out of him. I will let you know if I find anything out.” She nodded again and he squeezed her hand. “I’m sure I will see you again.” He stood and headed towards the door and turned back to her. “Nora, if I may, do not be so hard on Captain Rogers. He had an impossible decision. I know he said some harsh things to Tony, but we all said harsh things. I think it was because of the scepter.”

“I already planned on apologizing actually. I was wrong and it wasn’t fair to him. He didn’t deserve my anger. I just feel so angry right now.” Thor smiled at her.

“Nora Stark, you may be little, but you’re mighty.”

“Goodbye Thor.” She threw her head back against the bed. She needed out of the med bay and find Steve.

[the-fiction-witch]

Remember Me P3

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUT + DARKNESS

REQUESTED:

isabellabrodar: Definitely part 3!!! I am so confused!!

unlikelysunny: Please

lauragarfitt: Please do part 3

Imyourmessyouremycure: Part 3, it can’t end like this

Y/N POV:

I woke, It was still dark, the sun only just rising above the trees in the park outside the window, 

“I told you to stop coming around here”

“Let me see her”

“No, I told you before get out!”

“Let me see her Please, she’s all I have please just let me see her”

“she’s safe here with me” 

“No she is not! shes safe at home, with me” 

“what is all this? why does it? your... You fucking BASTARD!”

“hey calm the fuck down!”

“YOU BASTARD! Let me see her let me see my wife!”

“shes not your wife anymore! shes forgotten who you are”

“Her condition...gives you no right to take advantage off her!”

“Im not taking advantage of her!”

“Ohh your not! look at everything you’ve done to her, she’s living in a dream a  memory your ticking her into believing!” 

“Im not tricking her into anything! that fact she choose to stay with me means m not lieing to her Im not tricking her”

“BECAUSE YOUR KEEPING HER A FUCKING PRISONER!......she needs to come home, just please let me see her, maybe she’ll remember me, she needs to come home thomas, to be with her family, to be with me, to be on her Real medication, you cant keep her like this”

“Why not! I love her more then you ever did! I care for her Im here when she needs me”

“I made a mistake that night, that doesn't give you the right to drug my wife off her head so much she forgets who she even is” 

“I was the one who was there...I was the one sat by her bed for months! I was there when she almost died night after fucking night! I was there when she woke up! and where the hell where you! off with that bitch of a mistress of yours, when she woke up she saw me, and knew I was the one taking care of her, that door is always unlocked from the inside, if she wants out, she can go whenever she wants”

“but she wont! not with you drugging her up every night and day! and tricking her brain, look at this, all of it, your doing it to force her into believing your her husband and you’ve always been with her, drugging her off her face and sleeping with her!”

“I am not!”

“Oh yeah! explain the condoms then! your obviously having sex with her! in her condition! she doesn't even know who she is half the time let alone who you are! your just drugging her up and raping her!”

“I am not!, I’ve never done anything to her that she hasnt let me do”

“was she awake?....answer the fucking question thomas!”

“None of your fucking business what i do with my Wife!”

“Your wife! you stole her-”

“I didnt steal anything!”

“No...your right you didnt steal her, you kidnapped her, and your keeping her a slave to your own ends, you let her come home else Im getting the police involved”

I then heard a slam who where those people that where arguing? who was this girl they where so angry about? was ? was that me? thomas? was that my thomas? and who was the other man? the one sending me messages? was he the man who kept coming to the door? I laid back down in bed and pretended to be asleep as a door opened and i felt a hand soothing me 

“Hey, your not up yet are you sweetheart?...humm good, didnt want you to hear any of that” and I felt a little kiss on my cheek “umm sleepy girl today, thats good, get your rest little girl, daddy just needs a little fun before he gets back to sleep, okay” it seemed like thomas’ voice I think i wasn't to sure without seeing his face as hands moved my body a little hands ghosting my skin “humm better not be leaving any of these lying around...im sure we can go without, if I knock you up maybe we can pretend it was from before your little...accident” He smirks before I felt something enter my pussy fingers it hurt a little as something was being placed it quickly left and something else pushed inside “Uhh Oh yeah.... umm its tighter tonight sweetheart... I like it” he smirked as he slowly but surely fucked me it wasnt long until he was finished inside me “Ummm good girl, humm such sweet forbidden fruit, i cant help myself” He smirked kissing the exterior of my pussy till he laid down in bed with me “your my wife, and I love you very very much sweetheart, no need to fear he’ll give up soon enough, then it will be just you and me my love” he smirked kissing me before he turned away to sleep ...

I woke to the soft sounds of food cooking in the kitchen so I got up slipping on  my dressing gown and slippers and going out into the flat all the same all memories I recall a little bit but cant really place 

“aww good morning sweetheart” thomas smiled at me coming over and giving me a tight cuddle “you alright?” he asks and I just nod “good” he smiled kissing me “dont you remember what today is sweetheart?” he asks

“No?” I answer very puzzled

“aww really? you dont remember?” he asked and i just hake my head “its your birthday silly” he laughed giving me a little kiss “breakfast is cooking go on go have fun with your presents” he told me so I smiled giving him a little kiss before i sat at the sofa the table had a lot of little things on, dresses, and jewelry all manner of lovely things once I had opened them all I turned on the tv and watched a little of the news 

“and returning to our top story this Thursday morning, Police are now live issuing a statement on the accident” the reporter explained

“We beg for anyone to come forward with information on her whereabouts, after much investigation of the crime scene it was found she did not escape alone, nurses are still baffled by her disappearance her husband William aster is still leading the search with police to find her, the facts of the case are simple, after visiting a coffee shop with an unknown man on oxford street she processed outside onto the road where she was stuck by a on cumming bus, after being admitted to hospital she staied in a drug induced coma for six weeks after awakening the room was broken up and she disappeared, Police are looking for a man they believe may have broken her out of hospital, and some theorize it may be the same man she met the day of the accident, we urge anyone with knollegge of him or Mrs-” she explained but the tv was shut off

“Thomas! I was watching that!” I complain

“come on breakfast” He told me 

“yay!” i giggle running and hugging him “Umm  I love you” i giggle

“aww sweetheart, I love you too” he smiled giving me a little kiss “Come on breakfast” he told me so i happily sat down to breakfast eating it fairly fast “so...what does my sweetheart want to get up to today?” He asks me

“Maybe we could go out? for dinner or something” I suggest

“Maybe, might be a bit pricey you know what restaurants down here are like, how about a big fast food run then we go down the lake okay?” he suggests

“yay! can we go swimming?” I ask

“If you like to” he shrugs so I happily get up going and backing a bag, a nice swimsuit come clean clothes a towel, some a little blanket for us to sit on and got changed into my nice little dress 

“Thomas?” i ask him

“yeah ?” he asks from his bath

“wheres my phone?” i ask him

“Your what?” he asks very worried I heard him get out and he came around into our room in just a towel 

“My phone, I see yours? wheres mine?” I ask him

“Sweetheart it got broken in the accident remember” he told me

“Ohh...why didnt I get a new one?” I ask

“because, phones are expensive honey, in a few weeks okay, I’ll get you a new one I promise” He told me giving me a kiss 

“Okay” i smile hugging him tightly “Come on I wanna go down the lake” I giggle

“Okay okay, let me get some pants on sweetheart” He laughs 

KNOCK KNOCK!

“You stay here” He told me as he put some clothes on and went out into the flat half shutting the bedroom door i head the door open but it was silent I went outside and Thomas was gone I began to panic where is he? where did he go? as the door was forced open and a scruffy man was stood there it wasn't Thomas is was some strange man

“Oh thank god Darling” He smiled trying to hold me but I screamed and pushed him away “Darling? dont you remember me?” he asked

“THOMAS! I scream

“I told you to get out of my house!” Thomas shouted pulling the man away from me “what the hell do you think your doing!” he shouted holding me close to him as i cried in fear

“Maggie? darling please why cant you remember me?” this man asked

“Will I told you to get out!” Thomas told him

“Fine, but I know shes here and within the hour the police will too” the man told him before leaving

“We have to go” Thomas told me

“what?” i ask

“we have to go!” he answered rushing to our bedroom and throwing everything he could into suitcases

“Thomas whats going on?” I ask him

“Please y/n listen to me, that man is trying to hurt you, if you just trust me and do as I say i promise nothing bad will happen to you again” he told me

“again?” I ask

“Y/n please, just trust me” he pleaded

Part 4?

[marvelsuperfangirl]

Secret Santa ( Warren Worthington III x Reader)

A/N: Hello! I know I’m a little late because we’re already the 10th of December. I’m really inspired for Christmas imagines but I don’t really have the time to write because of school. So, I hope you’ll like this one :)

It was the season to be jolly. LALALALALALALALALA!

Precisely, 15 days left before Christmas and everyone was bathing in the seasonal mood. The mansion was full of ornaments, from the smallest christmassy sticker on a window to to the giant christmas trees, one in the living room and another in the lobby which was accomodating every person that entered the mansion with the strong and wonderful odor of christmas.

Cookies were made everyday to fullfill everyone's need  and new bags of chocolates, marshmallows and candy canes had to be bought every three days.

And among the joy and food, the thought that was on almost everyone's head was the presents. The most organized ones had already bought the presents they wanted to offer but some others didn't even have a hint of an idea.

That was your case and the case of your group of friends.

Between the ones without any ideas, the ones who didn't know who they wanted to offer something to and couldn't get something to everyone because of budget problems, and some knew what and who they wanted to offer something to but were too shy  and scared to be rejected by the person to act about it.  I guess, even Christmas come with its pack of problems.

The next day , Jubilee arrived in the living room with a bright smile on her face and a baseball cap in her hand.

" Guys, I have the perfect idea to save our christmas!" she exclaimed waving the cap above her head, earning herself the attention of her friends.

" With a cap?" Scott asked skeptic

She rolled her eyes.

" We're going to do the " Secret Santa" thing. Get me papers and I'll write all of our names on it. And each of us will pick one and will have to get a present to the person whose name's written on the paper."  she explained

You and your friends looked at each others.

" Sounds like fun" you shyly said.

Everyone agreed and Jubilee got off the couch and jumped up and down in joy before taking a pen from the coffee table and starting to write all the names on pieces of paper.

When she was done she put all the pieces in the cap and presented it to each one of you.

When it was your turn you hesitated, looking at all the small folded pieces of paper and not knowing which one to pick.

" Let your hand guide you, Y/N" Jubilee said

You slowly nodded and picked a paper.

She offered you a smile and moved on to the next person.

You unfolded the piece and your eyes widened.

Warren

Looking up, you searched for the angel and when your eyes landed on him, you smiled. Despite not being the friendliest person, you were pleased to be the one to get the occasion to make him happy.

Your eyes were fixed on his face, and you were sure that your arbored a goofy expression. The next second his blue eyes were on yours. You blinked and there he was, staring right back at you with a smirk playing on his pink lips. You felt your cheeks set on fire; he caught you staring at him and also got a perfect view of your stupid face expression when you were looking at a cute guy.

You instantly looked away and got up from your chair, quickly walking out of the room. Unfortunately you didn't see Warren returning your smile and also didn't know how is heart was fluttering like yours.

 On Warren's side...

As you left the room in a hustle, Warren smiled looking at how flustered you were. His eyes left the doorway you just passed to the paper in his hand.

Y/N

Lucky him. If he was honest with himself he wouldn't have wanted to pick someone else than you. You and him weren't exactly  friends, you didn't talk enough for your relationship to earn that title,. You occasionely asked him to pet his wings and he would agree with a shrug, some other times the two of you had small conversation.But he still thought about you as a friend, since you were hanging with each other through the others.

He was more than glad to have pick you, he couldn't wait to see you blushing and smiling when you would open his present.

Warren knew exactly what he was going to get you.

He didn't have the reputation of being romantic but he was the kind to ne discreet, despite his giant ass wings. He didn't really liked to get attention from others, because of his past, and no one was really paying attentio nto him. Only your group of friends welcomed him. And being discreet gave him the opportunity to listen to everything.

He perfectly remembered how it happened, when he found the idea of what to get you for christmas.

He was laying on his back, wings spreaded on the grass and sucking on every sun rays. His eyes were closed but he was all ears. You and Jean were sitting a few feet away from him, in deep conversation about christmas, even if it was at least 3 months away. Warren couldn't remember what Jean precisely said, but she was blabbering about how she wished Scoot would get her something or whatever....

That's when you mentionned it, the perfect gift you could receive.

" I won't ask for much this christmas. All I want is a blanket as soft as Warren's wings"

This sentence was automatically pin into his mind since then.

Now, he needed help and someone to go with him to make sure he wouldn't buy something ugly.

That's how he found himself at the mall with Jean. She said that she knew where he could find something that you'll absolutely love. So she dragued him in a store for the home, they arrived in a section full of blankets.

They were some with bright colors on it, some only were in one color, some with drawings , and there also was a christmas section.

" Come on, go touch them" Jean said pushing him toward the blankets.

" What?" he exclaimed

" If you want to find THE one, you have to touch them"

The angel reluctantly walked to one and rubbed his palm against the fabric. It felt really good and Warren lost it , he started touching every blanket, and he looked like a crazy person, earning himself judgemental looks from the people passing by and laughs from Jean, who was watching him from afar.

When he stopped in front of the christmas blankets, he touches one and almost felt like he was touching his own feathers. He even brought it to his cheek and started rubbing it against his skin, with a idiotic smile.

The blanket was light gray with whites christmassy patterns, like snowflakes and reindeers.

" It's this one!" he said excitedly, a childish smile illuminating his face.

" Perfect" Jean said

Warren grabbed the blanket and the two of them walked toward the cash registers.

It was really rare to see Waren's soft side. the guy who usually wore rock band tees, combat boots and a leather jacket, full on the tough guy attitude; with a  smile on his face and a rather girly blanket in hands; and it was beautiful to watch.

On the reader's side...

When you finally escpaped Warren's gaze and exited the room , you took some time to let the heat fall down from your cheeks.

" I picked Warren" you thought

You really wanted to make Warren happy out of everyone; he always seemed to be so lonely, angry and sad. The problem is that even with good intentions you didn't know what he could like as a present; you had to ask the boys.

You managed to assemble all the boys in your room, except Warren of course. Scott, Peter and Kurt were now sitting on your bed, curious about what you wanted from them.

" I need your help. I picked Warren and I have an idea for his present but it would be better if you come with me to be sure I'll pick the right thing".

" Cool! Shopping" Peter screamed and the next second he was standing next to you, his hand on his hip.

" Come, on guys, are we going or what?" he urged them.

The four of you found a sort of punk rock shop where you could buy clothes, accessories, records and everything related to this universe.

After entering the shop you directly tugged the boy in the shirts section.

" You want to buy him clothes?" Scott asked

" I know every shirts of his are alaways ripped because of his wings and he can only wear them once. So I'm going to buy him new ones and make some modifications so he wont rip them again."

They nodded and you reported your attention on the shirts in front of you.

" Now,which one do you think  he will like because I don't know which band he's into"

The guys went to work and picked many shirts representing bands like Def Leppard, Metallica, ACDC, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Guns N' Roses and many others. At the end you had at least twenty shirts in your arms, you decided to take them all.

You made a quick stop to the drugstore on your way back to the mansion to pick some leather and snaps for your modifications.

You worked really hard on the shirts. You had cut two holes in the back and sewed pieces of leather all around them so Warren's wings wouldn't cut the fabric. Then you had cut strikes from the hem of the shirts to the holes and sewed snaps all the way up so it wouldn't be too hard to pass his wings in the holes. You were really proud of your work and hope that the angel would like it. Then you wrapped them all in a white gift paper and added a giant red bow on top.

Now you just had to wait for christmas morning.

Christmas was finally here and you were woken up by Jean, who bursted your bedroom door open before jumping on your bed like a children on christmas morning, in this instant we could forget that she was a young woman.

" Wake up Y/N, it's christmas!!We have to open our presents!" she screamed

She then tugged on your arms to try and force you to get up.

" Calm down, I'm coming!" you said, rolling out of bed,still half asleep.

You put on your slippers before following the excited red haired girl to the living room where the mighty presents were.

All your friends were already gathered around the tree and looking at the presents like lions waiting to be fed.

" Hurry, we're waiting for you!" Peter said, throwing you an accusating look

" All right, I'm here"

They all jumped on the presents, screaming names every time they read a tag  on a present.

You looked around the room and spotted Warren , sitting on the couch with the same neutral expression as always, looking at your savage friends.

" Y/N!" your heard someone scream

You turned your head and saw Jubilee, holding a present.

" It's yours" she said, with the smile, handing it to you.

You took it. It was quite big . You walked to the couch and sat at the opposite end of Warren. You were looking at the present, turning it in your hands and mentally asking yourself what it could be.

" Warren!" your heard screaming

You looked up as well as the angel and you saw Jubilee again, holding the present you got him. She put it on his lap and he looked at it, his eyebrows furrowed as he observed the thing, wondering what could be inside and who bought him a present.

You'd never been as nervous as you were right now.

Everyone has their gifts and it was time to unwrap.

You kept an eye on Warren while opening your present but decided to focus on the package in your hands when he tore the paper, too scared of his reaction.

You slowly opened your present, only to discover something fluffy. You completely unwrap it and found a blanket. A really cute blanket with christmassy patterns on it. You caressed it with your hand and it was super fluffy! You then brought the blanket to your face and rubbed it on your cheek, letting out a sigh of content.

Then, you looked back at Warren , he was holding one of the shirt in front of him, and had the smallest smile youve ever seen on his lips.

If you managed to make him happy, even if it was not really noticeable you were more than satisfied.

You were taken out of your thoughts by Ororo, sayng that it was time to reveal who was whom secret santa.

Hugs and issed were exchanged everywhere as people had found out who offered them their present.

" So, who's Y/N's secret santa?" Jean asked, smirking at you.

You heard a cough from beside you.

" That might be me..." Warren mumbled

You smiled and got closer to him, wrapping your arms around him.

" Thank you so much! I love it" you said before lightly kissing his cheek.

When you pulled away you could see the pink shade that decorated his cheeks.

" How did you know about the blanket?" you asked him

" Hum... " His cheeks became more red as he was searching for an answer.

" I...I overheard you talking with Jean and...yeah..."

" Well, you couldn't find better. Thanks again" you said, finally releasing him

His cheeks were bright red and he discreetly tried to fan himself with his hand to make the red tint disappear.

" Now, who's Warren secret santa?" Jean asked

Your turned back to Warren

" I hope you like it. I brought this with the boys since I didn't know what kind of band you liked. "

" Don't worry, I love them. You even thought about the holes for my wings" he said this time the smile more perceptible on his face.

" No problem" you offered him a small smile. " If it doesn't fit, just tell me"

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

It was your turn to blush and you let out an awkward giggle.

" Let's see if they fit then" he said grabbing the shirt again, placing it on his lap.

He took off his leather jacket, then his shirt, that he almost ripped in half because of his wings.

The sigh was so good that it was impossible not to drool. His toned chest was full on display, you were sure that there wasn't any gram of fat in that body.Every one of his movements were making his arms flex and show off his muscles.  And as he finally took his shirt completely off his hair were ruffled, some golden curls falling over his eyes. He put them back in place by running his hand through it.

He took the new shirt and passed it over his head, covering his wonderful body from your eyes. You could see that he had trouble to close the snaps.

" Here, let me help you"

You gently pushed him forward so you could access to his back and closed the snaps, patting him on the lower back when it was done.

He turned to you, showing off the shirt and how it perfectly fit his perfect body.

" What do you think?" he asked

You nodded your head

" Looks good"

He put his jacket back on and leaned against the back of the couch , the small smile still playing on his lips, his eyes fixed on the shirt pile.

You did the same, and put your brand new blanket over your legs.Warren gave you a side glance and passed his arm around you to pull you into him before wrapping his wing around you.

You settled comfortably against him with your head on his chest, putting  the blanket over his lap too. A dummy smile lingered on your face as the angel leaning his head down to press a kiss to your forehead and rested his cheek on the top of your head.

-" Merry Christmas, Y/N"

-" Merry Christmas, angel"

[bhelni]

Posthumous Troubles

Sweat beads on a brow that twitches in a frantic effort to take every last inch of the sterile room in. She’s been here for weeks now, beleaguered by the beaten grey wallpaper and all of the faces it shouldn’t have churning therein. The first few nights here had been rife with struggling, wrists belted to an iron bed frame that no longer creaked when she moved on it, favoring instead a steady croon. She’s too tired to writhe against it now and this has earned her the small kindness of having her arms belted behind her back, transforming her into an inert worm that makes its home atop scarlet sheets. Her only comforts can be found in its hues. The situation is difficult, if you asked Hawu how she got here she’d not be able to tell you very much, only that she wanted to be senseless, that that would surely be better than being made to see.

So afflicted is she that the sweep of leather over her forehead is an unwanted surprise. While she spends time marveling over the idea that she has been sneaked up on, the glove is at collecting sweat in a careless smear before skidding down to seize the curve of her jaw, turning her attention from a fleshy growth clawing its way toward her across the boards and up to a face she can’t readily make out through the haze creeping in from every direction. There is wondering to be done as to why Walter has returned to this room, perhaps to yell again? Hawu had scuffed the floor in a fit the other morning, it wasn’t very becoming of her and he had told her so in no uncertain terms. He’d been irate but implementing discipline at the time was, for all intents and purposes a moot point. There are more weighty things to worry about than scuffed floorboards, like young women who’ve got one foot in the grave and the other in madness. “We aren’t feeling any better tonight are we, poppet?” Without very many years under her belt, Hawu can’t hope to be very wise but she knows well that sleeves aren’t supposed to slither up and touch her face. This one billows just beneath her stare and it’s cause enough for her to shuffle violently back against a wall in an effort that nearly knocks every last bit of air from of her lungs. Shrieking is too much work for an already tatty throat so she just hums in that ungainly way that frightened folk are wont to do, a low roar along the mattress and mussed sheets while she rolls to face the wall. Hair gets tangled in a gloved hand, fingers raking along her scalp to reach along the ridge of a cream colored ear. “Be still, girl. The time for madness is all gone to bed, we haven’t any of it left to linger. This is a gift that you’ve got to learn to wield.” Catching a feeble arm, Walter uses it to drag her across the sheets back to the edge of her bed while she cowers. “You’re in need of a bath, food, and drink. See now, we must resume your studies, commit to the rest of our good work. If we stop now it will all have been for nothing.” The words she finds are hard won. Finger wriggle uselessly for the work. Once found, they aren’t the words she’d originally searched for but they arrive on her tongue all the same, bustling out clumsily over a tongue that would rather tie itself into a knot. “I am unfit for it. Never have I felt this cold before, so terribly mad. . . ah, like death.” Ever since she emerged from her own Becoming, Hawu has been without warmth. There is a cold that belongs not to winter’s teeth nor voidal sneers that has stolen away into her marrow to build up a residence in her ribs that grows outward and into every last part of her. It isn’t the sort of chill that makes the bones ache and creak but rather an absence within her that leaves her feeling particularly hollow. This discomfits her for the fact that she’d been warmer before, at the very least she had certainly felt alive, or she thought so. It’s difficult to remember. She feels a lot like her skin has been replaced with tissue paper, all sensations against it having been amplified by scores. Perhaps she’s been left at the bottom of a pond in the form of a stone swathed in soggy paper. Hawu hangs on that lonely idea until a fond croon stained in the hues of worry interrupts her slump. “At this time I can’t return any part of what I took from you. The ritual isn’t able to be reversed, I’m afraid. Even if I wanted for it, you will never be the same as you were before you entered the pond. You’re fit for it, there are merely adjustments to be made.” Walter is drowned out by a choir that turns ceaselessly overhead. Winking lights obscure a face that bends her way, mouth on her temple, her own begins to yawn open while ears slick back. “I want to wither, let me alone.” So he does, he lets her alone for quite some time and wither she does, wasting away atop a bed of scarlet sheets until her tongue is swollen and cracked, stomach calling ceaselessly for relief while she swims in the dream sea she’d been thrust into unprepared. Death thinks to come with bitterness but before anything can truly break away she is heaved from the mattress and dragged out into the hall by belted limbs. His shoes are a muddled clatter on the boards and once her heels skid along the velvet runner Hawu knows she has not been afforded the kindness she seeks. There is no tolerance left in her mentor. He’s saying something but her head is under water, eyes empty as she instead drinks in the sight of a procession of trouping spirits that rise like a storm in her wake. They’ve been talking to her lately, whispering along the soles of her feet, reaching for her knees, weaving through fingers that have grown black due to the incessant clinging. Alarmingly, they’d grown to be more amicable, less so in the way of excitable screaming, dimming down to a murmur of encouragement. She must live, they are desperate for it, harboring a desire to be seen by not just anyone but herself. Being scrubbed is an ordeal. Hawu hasn’t been taken to the tub in quite some time but the water is comfortably scalding. After the bath, she is painted and combed and dressed in black, jeweled so that she can be sat in the hall with a head of curls that slowly begin to spring back up from their wilted state to sit fondly about her face, a riot of off-white mist to crown her head. There’s a ribbon that gets lashed ‘round her throat to hide the cuts there and her hands are left mercifully to their own devices. A violent thought crawls into the back of her head to take root and throb where it gets ignored and made livid in the face of exhaustion. There are better things, like drinking cups of water and eating savory fruits. A fatty steak gets cut thin that loomed over by a concerned Walter who informs her that she isn’t to get up until she finishes every last bite and she obliges him with a misplaced zeal. When she begins to feel sick, she sets her cheek down atop the table. There’s a quivering mass of limbs settled in the chair opposite her but she’s ignoring it, opting instead for lowering her lashes to consider the fork that speaks of being handled poorly by the scullery maids. It tells her that it feels as if its tines are crooked so Hawu counts them and murmurs that they are not crooked but just a bit too shiny. Yes, there will be other meals. She’ll visit with this fork, she promises. Their conversation is interrupted by a stern: “I won’t let you wither.” Hands creep across an aubergine tablecloth, feathering fingers out along the faint patterns sewn into it. Her belly is too full for her to wither now. “I know that.” But everything still aches, doesn’t it? “I would very much like to not hear it again.” Up until now, Walter has been able to provide unto her every last wish her heart dares to harbor in its curves. He is a magic man of divine providence who just so happens to be benevolent with his wealth. Hawu had always imagined that there were Gods that wore masks. At times, the face on the mask happened to be Walter’s but tonight it’s faceless. You see, Walter has lost a lot of his magic in these weeks. He holds no palpable warmth in his hands, life winks out like dying candlelight and while he can silence anyone on the estate he still hasn’t any authority over what he can’t see. A feeling sinks in her, it tells her that there are a lot of things that Walter can’t do, that there are things that he won’t ever be able to do. It doesn’t sit right but it grows louder and louder until Hawu realizes that yes, it must be so. He is just a man, isn’t he? No God whose tongue is the law with hands that can turn all of Hydaelyn with a flick of his wrists but a man. Just that. And he is a very, very bad man, isn’t he? After being helped to her room Hawu finds that the sheets have been changed in their absence, no longer a comfortably scarlet but a hellish white state. He’s got to belt her arms for sleep but she reassures him that she doesn’t need it done. “I’ve got to be sure.” When left to her own devices the idea of a senseless existence dims and dims and dims. A curl is won by unseen hands, woven along the gnarled length of a bony limb growing from the wall whose joints all rest in the wrong places. It isn’t as bothersome as it had been, kinder now in its efforts to be noticed. When Hawu turns to it, her head is filled with a mudslide of things it means to tell her. Among them is the notion that she can provide for herself, can’t she? She’s never done that before. The thought rattles her out of bed and onto the floor where she rests in a fit of sheets and febrile panic. As it stands, the thought is a meager seed that gets planted in the garden of her madness. There wasn’t any expectation of growth. Perhaps it might bloom at one point or another. In any case, Hawu spends the remaining bells of her consciousness thinking with the thing on her wall. By the time she relents to sleep there are motes of light swimming in her hair, waxy wings and stomping hooves crouched in all corners of the room. It will be moons before she grows used to her new company but for now, it’s a novelty that drains her faster than anything on this dark earth. When night comes it brings Walter with it, he arrives to take her to repeat last evening’s rituals and to add further steps to the routine. Slowly, rehabilitation takes its effect, a thought grows in the back of her head. Life is filched up where it had been dropped and studies are resumed. There comes a time when her arms are blackened with clinging stains, her skin only grows thinner and she begins to smoke at the mouth. Light-footed, gauzy and eerily mystic, she coughs up ink in weaker moments. Nothing sits quite right in her but she has grown accustomed to the displacement. Comfort comes to live in her bones, acceptance arrives not long after. It’s been years now.

In a dark room in the Shroud, a spectre hangs its head and weeps at the desk of a doctor who has taken pity on him. Consumed with a sense of grief he hasn’t ever known, the muck of regret wells up beneath his eyelids and spills over for a thing he can’t ever fix. Time will tell if it’s real or not but at the moment he must devote himself to the work of sucking up tears so that when the door creaks open and a girl with silvery hair wafts in she isn’t made aware of their presence. He wants to do everything that he can to prevent her ruination.

He’s shocked to see them together, disappearing into a leather-bound journal while clothes get tossed to couches. They’ve been shopping, these two. See them, these shining girls with their eyes gleaming gold in the dim. The doctor is Hawu’s best friend and they are at settling into tea and cigarettes and chatting with giddy voices about nothing in particular.

She’s got enough life in her for the both of them.

Hawu likens her to a creature borne of messy things like love. She’ll see the world bend to her and will tear the heavens down in her name should it be asked of her. Build a castle for her—if she didn’t already have one, that is.—break the earth up into little pieces when she isn’t doing the same for her.

She tells her she’s envious of her affliction. The doctor flutters and laughs.

It’s been years now.

Hawu has a father, he's a very tall man that happens to have very long ears too, there’s shadow that clings to the side of his face of her own making. It winds its way down to a stump so that it can become his arm. He speaks to the earth and it speaks back but she hasn’t much of a mind to translate it. They are a simple pair, absolved of their own shortcomings so that they can meet in the middle. He’s good to her, they have some sort of unspoken accord. He won’t ever judge her for the cold.

They lean against one another in a clumsy shamble, having come back from an excursion that has left them both covered in a film of dust. Laughter drains up into a sky so thickly cobbled in starlight that there is nary a space for blackness among it all. It all ends in a fit of coughing and a groan but Hawu still has time for a cigarette. As she pats him down with a kerchief that does very little to help their sorry state, he tells her funny tales.

He makes the world quiet enough to bear.

Hawu tips an ear and says he’s the most human thing she’s ever met. Somehow, it’s a compliment.

It’s been years now.

Walter is dead. Hawu stalks through tall grasses alone, there’s a clump of dirt that has wedged itself in between the heel of her boot and its sole but she hasn’t the mind to pay attention to it. Scrambling up over the dead bark of a fallen tree, she struggles not to snag her gown on its ratty branches.

There’s a mage swathed in black from head to toe that looms down the way, the one she had been selfish with. It wasn’t right for her to want for what she’d done but that didn’t change the fact that she wanted it more than anything. He’d taken to it well enough and while there still yet remains a lot to learn she can sleep well knowing that the gift hadn’t come about by her own hand. It was just a blessed accident.

When she calls out to him, he pivots at an odd angle. He’s got a churlish demeanor but it only serves to tender fondness in her. A  liquor-green stare accompanies an alarming bass that shakes the world whenever he speaks. It arrests her, sets her heart up in her throat, electrifies her bones. They’ve come here to learn and to make fools of themselves while doing so.

He’s in possession of all the warmth she’ll ever want.

Lips tug into a familiar smirk that Hawu mimics. She tells him that there is work to be done.

It’s been years now and that aged thought has bloomed into an entire life.

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Love without shame. Jared Series. Ch 2.

Authors note:  Don’t judge me for this lol. This is my first ‘kink’ kind of writing I hope it’s sufficient. 

Warnings: Smut, kink, swears. 

Word Count: 1,958

Love without shame. Chapter 2.

If you haven’t read it here’s : CHAPTER 1 

It had been a whole working week since Jared and I had spent a whole day together. I spent one night as his house in the middle of the week and we just had a lovely quiet evening watching Netflix. I was once again back at my apartment after work. Exhausted as usual. I cooked some pasta with sauce and sat down. My phone buzzed, it was Jared. ‘We need to talk soon! x x x’ I read the text and began to worry. ‘Oh my god he’s breaking up with me this is the end. Right before he goes on tour too. Wow, how selfish’ I thought. I could feel the hot tears fall down my face. ‘I was starting to fall for him too’ . I texted him back after my little freak out. “Okay. I hope everything’s okay?! x x x”  I started pacing around my little apartment. ‘I’ll be over tomorrow at 5 pm, we can talk then  x x’. Great so tomorrow I get to find out I’ve been dumped, at least its my day off and I’ve got the day after to get over it before work again. ‘Maybe it’s not that’ I thought, ‘maybe he’s seeing other people’ I couldn’t keep these bad thoughts out of my head. I mean just recently he’s stopped seeing other people, he said he wanted to see how this relationship would work out and I only agreed to that if the others were dropped. I decided to have an early night, if I was unconscious then I wont have to think about it.  

*The Next Day*

8 am ugh. Well i might as well go out. I can’t stay here cooped up all day. I messaged my best friend to see if she was available to go shopping and for a coffee. Thankfully she was. I got dressed at met her at the mall. 

“Hey babe, cute outfit” she gave me a hug. “Ha, thanks, honestly just thew it on” I replied. We began shopping. Retail therapy always helps. I needed some new  clothes anyway. “So, have you got yourself a boyfriend?” She snapped me out of my daydreaming. “Uh.... maybe” she raised one eyebrow at me looking confused. “Maybe?” she questioned. “Well I’ve been seeing someone for a couple of months but he said we need to talk, and not that I’m that experienced in dating but that’s never a good sign. Trust me I’ve seen the movies” she giggled. “You know... you’re probably overthinking this whole thing, surely if you’ve only been dating a couple of months he would do it over the phone” “Thanks for that” I said sarcastically. “You know what I mean” She put her hand over my shoulder. “Well honestly he wouldn’t do that. We’re so close and he is’t an immature little boy. He’s.. erm.. slightly older than me” my best friends head quickly turned to face me.

 “How much older?”

 “Err like a few years” I glanced at the floor.

 “ A few years as in 3,4,5?” 

 “A few more”

 “Bit more” I spoke. 

“10?” she started to look a little horrified. 

“Not exactly, double that and add 3″

“23 years between you? Is he hot?” she was intrigued. 

“Yes and yes” I got out my phone to show her a picture. 

“Erm, Y/N? Is that Jared....oh whats his last name?” 

“Leto? yes, but you need to keep it quiet.” 

We carried on talking and shopping and after found a little coffee place. 

It was around 2 pm and I needed to get home, we said goodbye and I quickly went to get some groceries so I could make us dinner. Maybe for the last time. 

Once I was home I started on dinner. I began with the vegan rosemary and sea salt focaccia bread then Tofu stir fry on a bed of rice and roasted vegetable couscous. for the side. As I  was plating everything up Jared came in “5 o’clock on the dot, hello handsome” I said without looking round. I peered down where some hands were caressing my hips then wrapped out me. “I missed you” he spoke. “can you go and wait on the balcony, I’ll bring dinner out” I  asked. He did. I took the plates outside and sat with Jared on the outside sofa I had. 

Jared watched me intensely. I joined him on the sofa, he looked at me “What?” I wanted to know why. “Nothing you’re just beautiful”.

Half way through dinner I remembered Jared texted me saying we need to talk. I had fought with myself for a while about whether to bring it up of not. “”Hey babe” I looked at him. “Mmm?” his mouth full of food. “You sent me a text yesterday, what do we need to talk about? Are you breaking up with me?” he laughed at my question. “No princess I’m not breaking up with you. I have something and I thought you should know before we go on tour” “Right, what’s that?” I was relieved. “Well. I’m just gonna come straight out with it. I have a kink or fetish... if you will” I giggled “We all do inside” I said. “Yeah... mine is a daddy, kitten kink” I was a bit shocked. Totally not expecting it. “I understand if you don’t...” I cut him off. “Can I be your kitten daddy?” I asked. “Yes you can princess”. He smiled. Truth is I’ve never done this before. But I’m willing to try. I’ve only been with very ‘vanilla’ type guys. This relationship was exciting. We’d finished dinner and Jared washed the dishes while I sat on the couch in the living room with a glass of wine. Once he’d finished he sat on the couch and turned the volume of the TV down. “kitten, we need to talk about the rules of our relationship” I nodded as he carried on talking. “We agreed we will not see other people, but I want total obedience from my kitten do you understand?” “Yes Jared” I answered. “Na-ah-uh try again princess” “Yes daddy” “That’s better” He stroked my hair. “Second, when we are in public I shall be your King and you my Queen. We save daddy and kitten talk for when were at home” “Yes daddy” “You’re so good” he sounded like the Joker when he said that, it kind of turned me on a little. “Jared, I just want you to know, I’ve never actually ever done anything like this before” “I’ll ease you in baby girl, don’t worry”. I starred at him. “Daddy?” “Yes princess?” “I wanna play”. “I think we need to take you to the bedroom then” He picked me up and walked me into the bedroom kissing my neck. He laid me down and undressed me. I sat leaning on the pillows by the head of the bed. “Play with yourself kitten” he instructed. I started to play with myself “Spread those lips baby” I once again did as I was told. He sat on the chair opposite the bed and began palming himself through his trousers. 

Once he could see I had gotten myself very wet he told me “lay on daddy’s lap so I can spank you for ever thinking I was going to leave you”.  “Yes” I replied, “Yes What doll?” he asked firmly “Yes daddy”. “Good girl” I laid across his lap and and caressed my butt cheek, slowly raised his had and a slap boomed around my apartment. “uh” I screamed out in pain. He repeated that action again and again. Tears forming in my eyes “Be brave for daddy, baby girl”. I nodded my head. He once again caressed my butt cheek but there was a new sensation, a tingling sensation. I didn’t even realize but it had turned me on so much more that it was actually dripping down my legs. Jared slid his hands in between my drenched folds starting from my clit and made his way back towards my entrance. “Fuck me, you’re in a bit of a mess there baby, let me help you clean it up” He flipped me on my back and his mouth hovered above my pussy. His long tongue lay flat and swiped up. My body shivered under his touch. His hands exploring every part of my chest. While he lapped up all of me, my god he drove me crazy. Slowly he entered a finger, closely followed by another. Stroking in and out with straight fingers, then I feel him curl them upwards so they’re hitting the top wall. His mouth still on me. The combination just made me crave him even more. I could feel the knot in my stomach form. Moaning continually... He stopped. “On your knees” he said. I sat next to him on the bed. “No, make me cum first then I will” all of a sudden i feel a hand wrapped tightly around my jaw. “Listen here princess, I am your daddy, if you do not listen I will punish you” he kissed my lips. I was on my knees when he pulled out his throbbing cock. I’ve seen it quite a few times since we’ve been together but today it looked bigger and he looked hungrier for this. Maybe because he had to hide the fact he had this kink. But now it’s been unleashed. I put his cock straight in my mouth and he thrusted forwards. I put my hands up to assist because it was just too big. “Hands behind your back little one” Jared said assertively. When we first started having sex he wasn’t too dominant, I think he was just testing the waters. To be honest, I quite like him like this. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and thrusted him self all the way down my throat over and over making me gag. I could feel myself getting wetter again. He pulled out so I could have a moment to breathe. All too quickly he resumed. I had spit running down my chin and he was enjoying the view.

 “Such a fucking good girl” He pulled me up and ever so softly kissed my forehead, nose then lips. Jared picked me up and put me on the bed. Without warning his cock is now in me “Uhh” I didn’t have time to adjust as he was pounding me. One hand holding both of mine above my head and his other ferociously rubbing my clit. He bent down to whisper in my ear “Next time we’ll be using toys”. He quickened the pace and everything got too much for me. My body erupting from the pure satisfaction he was giving me. Soon after he joined me as our hot sweaty bodies were riding together. He rolled onto the bed next to me and I turned to face him, still trying to catch my breath. “That is the best sex I’ve ever had” I got up to use the toilet and empty myself. Thank god for the pill is all I can say. As I walked towards the bathroom he giggled. I span round on my heels “What?” I wondered what there was to laugh at. “Your ass is still red and there’s a hand print still there. I’ll kiss it better” He giggled at his own sentence. “No that’s okay it’s still sore” I scuttled off to the bathroom. When I came back Jared was falling asleep, I could see he was tying to stay awake. “Time for bed daddy” I kissed him on the cheek and unpeeled the bed sheets to make myself the little spoon. “I love you” he said for the first time. I span round “I love you too” and kissed him on the nose then a sleepy kiss on the lips. 

CHAPTER 3 

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