#and when i got home last night she barely talked to me ans just went to bed as soon as i walked through the door.

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

it's so fun having a manipulative and controlling mother. ma'am I'm 20 years old, don't be pissed I stayed an extra night at my bfs bc YOU didn't come pick me up after offering to.

[bts-princess7]

Best friend’s dad (KTH X fém!reader)

Summary: your best friend since high school has always loved having you over, but he dad barely tried to say hi to you. If he ever did talk to you, it would be him telling you you did something wrong. That is, until the night of her graduation, when he’s forced to give you a ride.

Genre: angst, smut, teeny bit of fluff

Warnings: age gap (Tae is 42, reader is 20), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, choking, Tae is mean, slapping, Tae is a lil crazy, rough sex, sorta kidnapping, orgasm denial, oral (f&m receiving), spanking, hair pulling, hickeys, cute lil ending.

A/N: lmk if I should do a part 2 bc I have some ideas🤫. Not proofread cus i rlly wanted to post it & it’s long (the story & sumthn else). Enjoy!!

You sat across the table from your best friend, Milly’s dad. Milly had been your best friend since you transferred to the school, she was a year younger than you and it was hard for the both of you after your grad last year.

Currently, you were at Milly’s grad, her and her mom were in the bathroom, leaving you alone with her dad, Mr. Kim.

Your best friends dad had never liked you, even though he’s never said it out loud, his body language made it pretty clear.

Whenever you were over he would either hide in his room or stay on the couch the whole time, trying his hardest to ignore your presence. “What do you want?”

His voice made you jump, only then did you realize that while you zoned out, you were staring right at him. “Nothing,” you rested your chin in your hand, looking at the entrance. You desperately tried to manifest Milly and Mrs. Lin in the doorway.

Taehyung and Serine had gotten a divorce a few years ago, she had no bad blood with him, but you weren’t sure that went both ways. They got together the odd time for important events such as graduation.

You couldn’t blame her, she was such a sweet person and he was the complete opposite. Although, you could also tell why she’d put up with him for so long.

The man was gorgeous, and from what you could tell from family photos, he hadn’t aged since he was 26. There were a handful of him when he was with a younger Milly, those were the only ones around his house.

From the first time you met Taehyung, you always knew his looks were the very first thing people noticed, it was what you noticed. “Y/n,” he snapped you out of your thoughts once again. Somehow, anytime you did zone out, your eyes landed back on him. “You keep staring, what do you want?”

His voice was low and stern, as if he’d rather not be in the same country as you. “I already said it was nothing,” you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he sneered, an intensity in his voice. “All I did was ask you a question, don’t be a brat.”

You straightened yourself, pointing a finger at him. “I ans-“

“We’re back!” Mrs. Lin gave you a sweet smile, taking her seat next to you. You curled your hands in your lap, deciding to keep your mouth shut.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at you, you swore you saw his lip curl up in a smirk. He knew he won the argument, as he usually did when the two of you argued.

“Are you guys done?” Milly gestured to your empty plates, you both nodded. She’d received her certificate and the school provided a full meal, you were a bit jealous, her meal was better than yours.

“Perfect, then we can head to the after party!” Milly clapped her hands, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up.

You made your way to where both her parents cars were parked, she opened the front passenger door and got in, you tried to open the back but it was locked. “Milly, the doors locked.”

She rolled down the window, Mrs. Lin came up beside you. “Everything alright, dear?” She asked you, placing her hand on the small of your back.

“Yes of course, the doors just locked.” You told her, Milly pressed the unlock button on the door.

“I’m going home, you girls have fun.” Taehyung walked past you to Mrs. Lin’s car, waving you off.

“You’re not coming to the after party?” She stomped around the back of the car, grabbing the sleeve of his leather jacket. If there was one thing you knew about Taehyung, it’s that he knew style.

“If you’re taking the girls then there’s no point of me being there.” He shrugged her off, she let out a frustrated sigh.

“Y/n can go with you,” she looked at you with desperate eyes. You knew she wanted Milly’s dad to be present, but this was the one thing you wouldn’t do. You shook your head. “Come on, it’s a 10 minute drive!”

“Mrs. Lin that’s not a good idea, maybe Milly could go with her dad?” You looked at Milly, she ignored you and rolled the window back up. She knew how much you two hated each other, and you also knew she wouldn’t waste the opportunity to throw you into a situation like this. You looked back up at Mrs. Lin, she looked at you with pleading eyes and you couldn’t say no. “Fine.”

“Thank you!” She came over and gave tou a tight hug, you smiled into her shoulder. She hurried around the front of the car and got in behind the wheel. “Just follow us to the hotel and let us know when you get there.”

You nodded and she pulled away, there they went, your only chance of peace. You looked through the empty parking spot at Taehyung, his eyebrows furrowed and a heavy scowl pointed in your direction. “Fuck,” he shook his head.

You huffed, reluctantly making your way to the car. You pulled open the passenger side door, sliding onto the cool leather seat of his car.

As soon as you closed the door, you were flooded with the scent of his cologne. It was a sweet, woody scent, you could also smell a faint hint of cigarettes. You knew he smoked, but he was pretty good at hiding it.

He slid into the drivers seat, shoving his keys into the dash. You looked away from him, staring straight out the window in front of you. He pushed the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot, the light turned yellow as soon as he turned onto the road.

Little did you know, this was going to be the theme of the night. Each red light irked him more, and you could tell. His jaw was clenched, knuckles turning white from his grip on the steering wheel. “Roll down your window,” he grumbled.

You did as he said, he rolled down his own and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, taking advantage of the red light to light his cigarette. He lit the end and threw the lighter onto the centre console before pressing the gas once the light was greens.

He hollowed his cheeks as he breathed in the smoke, highlighting his cheekbones in the dim light. Damn, he looked good. He stuck his head out the window and blew out the smoke.

“I think you do want something, because you’ve been staring at me all night.” He took another puff, this time blowing it in your direction.

“I don’t want shit,” you scowled, waving your hands in front of your face. “I didn’t even want you to drive me here, if it weren’t for Serine I’d be with them and you’d be at home drinking until you get a massive hangover.” You pointed an incriminating finger at him, crossing your legs.

He slammed on the breaks once he pulled in the parking lot, he threw his cigarette out the window and rolled them up. He twisted his torso to face you, his strong hand came up to grip your face, turning your head to face him.

His eyes were fiery, boiling into yours. It made your stomach flip, your hands flew to the sides of your seat. “You don’t fucking talk to me like that in my car, you got that?”

His hand squeezed your face harder, making you let out a little whimper. He shook his head, laughing lowly. “Don’t you start acting like you’re scared now, if you can be all bratty with me in the restaurant and have the audacity to bitch at me in my car,” he paused, savouring the terrified expression on your face. “Then you can deal with the pissy attitude you’re gonna get from me.”

You let out a huff, you were about to cross your arms when he pulled your face closer to his, your nose nearly touched his, you could smell the cigarettes on his lips. “What are yo-“

“Shut up,” he slapped the side of your face. Your jaw dropped, you couldn’t believe what he just did. You never thought you would ever be this close to Taehyung, the intensity of the situation almost arousing you. Before you could say anything else, his hand came back on your face. “You fucking like it!”

“I do not!” You yelled back, as best as you could with his hand squishing your cheeks together. Your eyes met his, the pure anger in his eyes still present, but fading.

“I don’t believe you,” he tilted his head to the side, looking deeper into your eyes. “I can tell just by the way you’re looking at me,” he smirked, then a look of realization came over his face.

His thumb came up and rubbed against your bottom lip, your thighs squeezed together, gaining his attention. “That’s why you keep staring at me, isn’t it?” He patronized, his free hand slid up your knee, slipping between the slit of your dress. His warm fingers grasped your upper thigh, digging into the skin. “Every time you zone it’s cus you’re thinking of me, isn’t it? They aren’t very holy, are they?”

“Mr. Kim this is-“

“That’s not what you call me in your dreams is it?” He moved forward, pressing your back against the passenger side door. He was so close to you, his thumb tugged your lip down, eyes scanning your body.

You cowered under his gaze, your hands came up to his wrist, trying to tug his hand away from your face. “It’s not what you think, I was just thinking!” You tugged harder, he gave you a shove and pulled his hand away.

“You want my hand off your face?” He growled, unbuckling his seatbelt, he leaned over the console and wrapped his hand around your neck. You were so caught off guard that you couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out from your lips, he looked at you with a fierce look in his eyes. “You like that, huh? I fucking knew it,” he shook his hand, your torso bouncing forward.

“No!” You countered, his hand came away from your thigh and grabbed your wrists, pinning them over your head onto the window.

“Stop arguing,” he commanded, squeezing your back tighter.

“Gonna be- late,” you managed, trying to take deeper breaths.

“Then admit it,” he sneered, bringing your face impossibly closer to his. “Admit that you have dreams just like this.”

“Tae- let me-“

“It’s so simple, all you have to do it admit it. Admit that you have nasty dreams about me, admit that just the thought of me gets you wet,” he growled.

“Fuck fine!” You broke down, he loosened his grip on your neck. “You make me so wet, I have horrible, sexual dreams about you all the time!” You took a deep breath, trying to look away in embarrassment.

“Now you’re shy?” He teased, sticking out his lip in a mock pout. “Look at me,” his hand came off of your throat and back up to your chin.

Reluctantly, you turned back to him, your cheeks were bright red and your face was contorted in a look of shame.

“From now on, you call me Taehyung, you got that?” He waited for you to nod before continuing. “You’d better listen to me for the rest of the night or else you won’t be getting a ride home. Got that?” You nodded again. “Use your words, bitch.”

“Yes Taehyung,” you forced the words out of your body. No matter how scared of him you were, there was still a bone in your body that told you not to submit to him.

“Good girl,” his voice was deep. His usual, deep honey-like voice was raspy and thick with lust. You let out a small gasp, you couldn’t believe his words.

Taehyung gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding you still while he moved closer. His lips met yours softly, he only stayed for a moment before pulling back. “Don’t wanna be late,” he mocked you, opening his door.

You rolled your eyes once he got out, you got out of the car and followed him towards the entrance. He held the door for you, you hummed in acknowledgment and paced to the front desk. “Hi, we’re here for the grad after party,” you gave the man the name of your old school.

“Of course, it’s on the fifth floor.” He gave you a plastic hospital looking bracelet that the valet would check at the door, he gave another one to Taehyung.

He followed you to the elevator, you clicked on the up arrow and stepped back from the door. A group of people filed out, leaving the elevator to the two of you.

Taehyung pressed the 5 button on the elevator and the doors closed, your stomach tensed when he turned back to you. He didn’t say anything, he moved beside you and stood at your side, the cool leather of his jacket brushed against your arm.

On the second floor the doors opened again, a group of people came in, all in suits and chatting about business. They clicked a button and the elevator started moving again, you let out a squeak when you felt his hand brush against your ass.

You looked around, no one heard you. Your eyes panned up to Taehyung, he sported a smirk and only you knew why. His hand slipped from the small of your back to your ass, large hand squeezing the soft flesh.

You reached behind you and grabbed his wrist, giving his wrist a squeeze as a warning. All this did was make him squeeze harder, your muscles clenched.

Suddenly you were saved by the ding of the elevator. Taehyung pulled his hand away and you squeezed past the people in front of you. The hallways had arrows pointing to the room where the party was held.

“Go have fun,” he gestured towards the door. “I’ll be near the door whenever you’re done.” He reached out to grab the door knob, pausing to look back at you. “I shouldn’t have to say this, but you’d better not get too close to anyone, understand?”

“I won’t,” you promised. He still didn’t move, you swallowed hard. “I won’t, Taehyung.”

“There we go,” he gave you a small smile. He opened the door and you showed your bracelets to the bouncer. Once you got past, he leaned down to your ear. “Milly and Sienne don’t hear about this, or I’ll have to do something about it.” With this, he disappeared into the crowd.

You stood still, eyes scanning the crowd for Milly, before you decided to stop and think for a minute. You hadn’t even thought of what happened with Taehyung, the stoic man who’s barely uttered more than a sentence to you at a time, just made you confess to your dreams, kissed you, and threatened to leave you on the side of the road if you didn’t “behave.”

As much as you’d fantasized about him touching you, you never thought he’d patronize you in that way. Who the hell was he to tell you to behave, tell you to be good, he wasn’t your father.

You crossed your arms, there was no way he was gonna do that to you again. No fucking way. Just thinking about it made you feel stupid, all those years of standing up to him and arguing just so that you would cower under a single touch.

You weren’t some weak kid, you were an adult and he wasn’t gonna treat you like that. You turned around to go find him and give him a piece of your mind, when you ran right into Milly.

“Y/n! I saw dad a few minutes ago,” she stopped, raising an eyebrow at you. “You don’t look very happy.”

“Of course I’m not happy, Milly.” You sighed, taking a deep breath. “I just spent 10 minutes in the car with your dad, I don’t mean to be a downer, but he’s really just-“

“Difficult? Yea I know, but seeing the look on both of your faces was so worth it!” She laughed, pointing at your angry expression. “Now come on, you’ll never have to have another car ride with my dad after tonight, promise.” She drew and X over the left side of her chest, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Fine, but only because it’s for you.” You rolled your eyes, you were so easily persuaded by her. You always remembered that she was the only reason you put up with the man, especially after arguments.

The rest of the party was amazing, they had an amazing playlist and you and Milly danced for hours, with people, with each other, with her mom. The party seemed to go on for hours, and Taehyung was no where to be found.

By the time midnight rolled around, you and Milly were both ready to go home. You to your apartment and her to her mom’s, you followed her to find Mrs. Lin. “Y/n, you’re going with dad, remember?” She yawned, but her comment snapped you back to reality.

Of course she wasn’t gonna let this slide, you said goodbye and wandered through the crowd to find Taehyung, or anyone you knew who could drive you home.

You recognized your French teacher and almost tapped her shoulder before someone yanked yours, you turned around and sure enough, it was Taehyung. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to find you,” you told him, then softer. “Or another ride.” You gasped when he grabbed your arm, squeezing your wrist as a sign of warning.

“Tae, you’re good to take her home, right?” Mrs. Lin came up behind him, he quickly let go of your wrist, turning to face her. “Because if not I can just bring her back home and-“

“I’ll be fine, it’s on the way home anyway.” His voice sounded nonchalant, but you knew there was rage somewhere in there. He was right about that though, your apartment was in walking distance.

“Thanks Tae, call me if anything’s wrong!” She skipped to the door, where Milly waved in your direction.

“Let’s go,” Taehyung stormed out in front of you, not bothering to pull you along. You hurried after him, his stride was much longer than yours, so you had to take two steps more than he did just to keep up.

“Slow down!” You shouted, he paused and turned around, taking a step towards you. He pointed a threatening finger in your direction, getting closer to your face.

“You shout at me one more time and you see what fucking happens, you hear me?” He growled, his voice deep and stern.

“What the fuck, I’m-“

“A fucking brat, that’s what you are.” He grabbed the sides of your face, gripping it roughly. “And someone’s gonna have to teach you how to behave.” He pulled his hand away just to slap your face, grabbing it between his hands again.

“Let go,” you grabbed his wrist. You tried to pull his hand away, but his grip was too strong.

“Why?” His voice was soft, almost condescending. “Just a second ago you wanted me to wait for you, and now you’re trying to get away?”

He pulled his hand away and pressed the down button on the elevator behind him. The hallway was empty, to your liking, you didn’t need anyone seeing this and didn’t want anyone to either.

The elevator ride was silent, he stayed on the opposite the elevator, not bothering to spare you a glance.

You followed him to his car, once again silently sliding into the passenger seat. The car ride home was dead silent, he didn’t even turn on the radio. The only noise there was was the hum of the engine and other cars outside.

When you turned onto your street you went to unbuckle your seatbelt, but he didn’t slow down. “Hey slow down,” your voice broke the silence, but it didn’t phase him.

His foot stayed steady on the gas, driving past your apartment. “What the fuck! Taehyung! Slow down, you missed the apartment!” You cried, you reached down to pull on the door handle but the door was locked, of course it was. “You’re crazy, you’re fucking insane!”

“What did I say about yelling, huh?” He demanded, taking a sharp turn down the road and into the driveway of his house. “I told you to keep your voice down, and you didn’t listen to me.”

He parked the car and shoved the keys into his pocket. “Now, you’re gonna see what happens when you don’t behave.” His hand flew down to his hips, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out of the loops. “You’re gonna come into the house with me,” he explained.

You tried to push him away, but to no avail. His big hand gripped the back of your neck, pressing the right pressure points to make your body stiffen. With the other hand, he shoved part of the belt into your mouth and tied it right around the back of your head. “And you’re gonna be quiet, try not to wake the neighbours.”

Taehyung got out of the car, unlocking your door only when he was close enough to grab you. He dragged you into his house, locking the car and the door before finally turning back to you. “You know, I bet we’d get along just fine if you weren’t such a bitch.”

His words stung, he’d insulted you before, but somehow they hurt more now that you were in such a vulnerable situation. He took the belt out of your mouth, discarding it on the floor. “But that’s what you thrive off of, isn’t it? You live for these arguments, don’t you?”

You shook your head, he moved closer to you, making you backup until you body was pressed between his and the counter. “Of course it is, you told me it is.”

Your hands came up to his chest, hesitating between pushing him away or letting it happen. “Are you gonna go back home?” His question surprised you, you thought you could hear doubt in his voice. “You gonna go home and rub one off, huh? Think about me again or stay and see what happens?”

“I- uh stay,” you murmured, avoiding eye contact with him. He let out a low hum, presumably one of satisfaction, and turned your head back to face him.

“Look at me,” he instructed, hand falling down to the flimsy strap on your shoulder. His other hand held his weight on the counter behind you, his eyes panned your body once again, observing your curves in your skintight dress, your chest heaving up and down, and your thigh that stuck out of the slit of your dress.

His eyes came up to meet yours once more, a coy smile displayed on his lips. “Good girl,” he whispered. The words sent shivers through you, your fingers gripped the smooth leather of his jacket. His eyes poured into yours, the rage barely present and lust taking over.

His lips smashed into yours, locking you in a kiss that was much more intense than the peck you shared earlier that night.

His hands came up and grabbed a fistful of your hair, directing your head however he wanted. His other hand slid both of your straps off your shoulders, the lacy bra you wore becoming more and more exposed.

His hand came down to your chest and squeezed one of your tits, making you moan into the kiss. His thumb swiped over the middle of your breast, feeling your stiff nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.

His hand directed your head to the side, his tongue prodded at your bottom lip, your lips parted for him and let his tongue inside. He tasted like bourbon and cigarettes, he must’ve gotten his hands on a drink at the party.

Your tongues danced together, him quickly gaining dominance. His teeth bit at your bottom lip, dragging it out then letting go when he pulled back. “Come with me,” his arm slid around your waist and lead you to his bedroom.

His hand came to your back and gave you a harsh shove, sending you flying to the bed. Your body was squished against the bottom of the bed, bent over on the mattress.

You tried righting yourself when a hand came down on your back shoving you down against the mattress. “Feeling brave now, Y/n?” His fingers dig into your back, you were sure they would leave bruises.

You mumbled in response, your head was turned to the side on the mattress. “I thought I told you to use your words.” He tsked, pressing you harder into the mattress. “Answer my question, are you still feeling brave?”

“No,” you squeaked, struggling against his hand. The attitude you previously had fading, you weren’t scared of him, but you knew he could over power you in a second.

“That’s right,” he grabbed one of your legs and lifted it, sliding your body onto the bed with ease. “Because I have you all to myself now, I can do whatever I want.” He leaned down and moved your hair away from your neck, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin.

His tongue came out of his mouth and wet your skin, he sucked small marks into the side and back of your neck. Deep red blotches appearing each time he moved away, you let out a whine.

His hand slid down your back, taking a handful of the soft flesh of your ass. He moved your dress up, the fabric pooling at your waist. He let out a groan when he reached down between your legs, you bit your lip and grabbed onto the arm that steadied himself on the bed.

“Fuck, look at you.” His fingers reached past your panties and rubbed through your folds. His finger stopped at your clit, giving your swollen nun a few rubs.

“Fuck Tae, please!” You cried, trying to grind onto his fingers.

“Now you want it, huh?” He sneered, he sounded like a hungry animal watching his prey. “Hate to break it to you, but you’ve gotta earn it.”

He took his hand away from your core, you whined out in loss. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you up to your knees, you arched your back, waiting to see what he would do next.

He sat on the bed in front of you, putting his legs on either side of your body. “You’re gonna suck it, baby.” He patted his lap, an obvious bulge forming in his jeans. “Okay?”

You nodded, he smiled and reached up to move your hair out of your face. Your hands hesitantly reached for his jeans, toying with the button and zipper.

You felt dirty, what you were doing was dirty. Your fantasy was finally coming true and yet you were hesitant, you reached into his pants, pressing your palm against his dick.

Taehyung let out a groan, he didn’t realize how touch starved he’d been. He barely got out and hardly ever bothered to touch himself, he’d always suspected you were sweet on him, but now he knew he was right.

“Take it out,” he instructed, rolling his hips up into your palm. “Don’t be shy now, you’ve finally got what you want.” His fingers brushed underneath your chin, biting his lips.

Your hand dipped into his boxers and wrapped around his length, you carefully pulled it out, your mouth watered at the sight.

You’d always assumed it was big but you never expected this, his cock was long, from what you could tell it was 7, maybe 8 inches. The thing that surprised you the most was how thick it was, you could barely wrap your whole hand around it.

“Looks so good,” you licked your lips, your teeth coming out to bite your bottom lip.

“Have a taste,” he wrapped his hand in your hair, pushing your head down a bit. You dropped to your elbows so you were face level with his cock, you looked at him with a look of want.

You licked a stripe up the bottom of his length, feeling the ridges of his veins against your tongue. He let out a delicious moan, encouraging you to do it again.

Your tongue licked through the slit on his tip, gathering the pre cum rolling out of it. You wrapped your mouth around his head, letting out a groan at his taste. “I think you can do better than that, huh?”

His hand gave your head a small nudge, pushing you down further on his length. You let him push you, controlling your movements. “Fuck yes, use that fucking tongue.”

He pushed you down until you gagged on his cock, barely making it halfway down. You moaned around his length, hollowing your cheeks around him. He moved you up and down faster, wet, gagging sounds coming from your mouth as you moved.

The phone rang, making you jump, but Taehyung still had his hand on the back of your head, easing you back down. He reached over and grabbed his house phone, “It’s Milly, so you’re gonna have to be quiet for me.”

He gave you a stern look, answering the phone. “Yea?” He answered the phone dully, rolling his hips up into your mouth, testing your gag reflex.

“Hey dad, is Y/n at your place?” Her question made him tense, you froze, but his hand kept moving.

“I dropped her off at her apartment, why?” His voice was stern, you assumed he’d know how to handle it, you could tell by the tone of his voice.

“She won’t answer my calls, and when I checked her location it said that she was still at your place.” Milly whined, Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“She might have left her phone in my car,” he explained. “Even so, it’s like 1 in the morning she’s probably asleep.”

He looked down at you, biting his lip as he made you move faster, making it harder for you to stay quiet. “I’ll just go check on her tomorrow, night dad.”

“K, goodnight.” He didn’t wait for a response and hung up the phone, throwing it back onto the receiver. “Good girl, staying quiet for me.”

You hum in response, feeling his cock twitch on your tongue. He pulled your head off of his cock, the flushed head of his cock hitting the fabric of his shirt.

“Strip,” he told you. You didn’t waste time, you stood up off of his bed and reached for the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Can you help me?” You turned back to him, biting your lip. You widened your eyes, he nodded and you moved back to him.

His warm fingers came up to the zipper, they brushed against your back, making you shiver. He pulled the zipper down, taking his time. He gave your ass a small tap to let you know he was done, you shimmied the straps down your arms, pulling the dress off of your chest until it looked at your feet.

“Turn around,” he instructed. You did as he said, holding your hands together in front of you, heat rising to your cheeks. “You look so good,” he muttered, licking his lips. “Come here.”

Taehyung held out his arms, guiding your body to lay across his lap. His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, pulling them off in one go. “So wet, and all for me.”

His fingers spread you open, letting him get a better look. “As much as I’d love to just dive in, I didn’t forget how bratty you were earlier.”

His hand came up to caress your ass, lifting his hand off for a moment and coming down with a loud smack. You let out a yelp, tensing as he rubbed the wounded flesh. “That hurt!” You grumbled, looking up at Taehyung. His lip stuck out in a mock pout.

“Really? That’s the point, baby.” He layed another harsh smack on your ass, leaving a handprint from the force.

You whimpered, holding onto his strong thigh beneath you. He was relentless, going from side to side making it feel like he hit harder each time. By the time he was done, your flesh was bright red and sensitive. “Had enough, Y/n?”

“Yes,” you mumbled, voice shaking while you tried your hardest to hold back tears.

“Learn your lesson?” He asked, rubbing your ass to soothe the burn he’d caused. “Won’t disobey me again, right?”

“No, I’ll be good.” You promised, sniffling.

“There you go, pretty.” He pulled you up onto his lap, you threw a leg over his and straddled his lap, folds sliding on his angry cock. “You’re okay,” he chided, brushing tears away from your cheeks with his thumb. “So pretty when you cry for me.”

He brought your face closer to his, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. He was softer than before, but it didn’t last long before he flipped you onto your back. “Stay,” he commanded.

He slid off the bed, dropping his jeans and boxers, he shrugged off the jacket, revealing his toned arms. You’d seen him without a shirt previously, and for his age, he was built well. His torso was toned, his skin was smooth and everything in his body seemed to be fully functional, you were about to find out just how functional one part was.

He pulled his shirt over his head, muscles flexing as he threw it to the side. His shoulders were broad and tanned, you licked your lips as he crawled back on top of you. “Why don’t we lose this, yeah?”

He tugged on the middle part of your bra, you nodded and let him reach behind you, undoing the clasp and pulling it away. He shoved his face between your breasts, sucking spots into the soft flesh. “Oh fuck!”

You moaned when his teeth grazed your nipple, wrapping mouth around it and tongue toying with the sensitive bud. He took his time moving to your neglected breast, giving it the same treatment as the other one.

He made his way down your abdomen, making eye contact with you as he reached your pelvis. His hands roughly groped your thighs, forcing them apart.

“Didn’t get to taste you earlier,” his thumb toyed with your clit, making your hips stutter. He licked a stripe up your core, gathering your slick on his tongue. “You’re so sweet,” he told you, dipping his tongue into your folds.

You let out moan after moan, feeling him dip his tongue into your hole, which immediately made you clench around him. “You like that, huh? Fucking dirty girl,” he shook his head, tongue flat against your clit.

“Taehyung- fuck!” Your hand flew down to his hair, gripping his firm black locks. He kept going, suckling your pussy like a madman. You felt one digit enter you, his fingers felt so much better than yours. They were long and slender, reaching places inside of you that you could only dream of.

“Pull me closer, fuck,” he groaned, affected by the grip you had on him. You tangled your hand tighter in his hair, gripping him against you tightly.

Your hips quivered, shaking under his touch. “Fuck, fuck so close,” you whimpered, your breath becoming shallow when he added another finger. You clamped your fingers tighter around his hair as your orgasm approached, when he suddenly pulled away.

Your grip weak, he was able to slip out of your grasp. “So soon? I barely touched you,” he tsked, shaking his head. “Think I’m gonna let you cum on my fingers, huh? Oh I don’t think so,” he chuckled, he could tell you were pissed.

He waited for you to say something, but you kept your mouth shut, you knew he’d wait longer to give you what you wanted if you argued with him. “Good girl, I guess you’ve learnt your lesson.”

He knelt over you, dropping down to his forearms to press his lips to yours. You welcomed him in immediately, shoving your tongue past his lips. You took a deep breath through your nose, basking in his scent.

You could feel his cock rub against your leg, pre cum dripping from his tip and rubbing onto your smooth thigh. His lips sucked on yours, tongues diving into the others with an unmentioned passion.

Taehyung pulled back, his lips were pink and swollen, you were sure yours looked the same. “You want this, baby?” He reached down, fisting his cock and tapping it against your leg gently.

“Yes, yes please.” You begged, but he didn’t move. “Taehyung please,” you reached up and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his upper body onto yours.

“What do you call me in your dreams?” He demanded, planting a wet kiss on your jaw. “I can’t believe you call your best friend’s dad by first name, do you baby?”

“Please, I need your cock,” you paused, he looked up at you. “Dadd-“ you murmured.

“What’s that baby? I couldn’t hear you,” he teased, ready to line himself up with you as soon as you said it.

“Daddy,” you caved, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“No need to be embarrassed,” he ran a finger down the side of your cheek, making you look up at him. “If that’s what you think about then that’s what I wanna hear.”

You felt the tip of his cock prod at your entrance, he took his time to push in, stopping once his tip was in. “You ready, babe?” He purred, propping himself up with his hands beside your head.

“Yes, daddy, please!” You whined, trying to grind down on him.

“You’ll get what you want,” he promised, thrusting his hips all the way in. You moaned at the stretch, it felt like he was ripping you open. “Pussy’s so tight, doesn’t get enough attention, huh?”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hips started moving faster once you adjusted to his size, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Right there, fuck yes!” You moaned, your high creeping up on you again.

“You gonna cum again, baby? Gonna cream on this cock?” One of his hands came off of the mattress, wrapping around your throat and restricting your airways just enough so you became light headed. You grabbed his wrist, letting out a loud whine.

His pace was relentless as he pounded into you, the hand on your neck keeping you from sliding up the mattress. His hand tightened and loosened every so often, letting you catch your breath then immediately taking it away.

His hair stuck to his forehead, his mouth hung open slightly, letting groans escape his lips every so often. His muscles flexed each time he changed his grip around you’re neck, his v line becoming more and more prominent with each thrust.

You felt like you were on fire, your bodies were soaked, your thighs felt sticky with your slick and your core ached, needing release. “Please let me cum, daddy. Please, I need to!” You begged, tears brimming your eyes.

“Gonna cry for me? You need to beg for it, cry for it.” His thrusts slowed down to an agonizing pace, you knew it must be driving him crazy, but the lengths he was willing to take torment you were far wider than you would like.

“Daddy please, please I need you to make me cum! Need to cum on your cock, please, daddy.” You begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. He snapped his hips deep inside you, causing the tears to fall. “P-please I need you, need to cum on you, want you to cum in me, so bad. Need you to fill me up, please daddy, please.”

You sobbed, trying to pull him closer. “On your knees,” he pulled out, landing a slap on your thigh.

Complacent, you rolled onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your knees. “Making your cunt drip, so wet for me.” He pushed back into your pussy, plowing you into the mattress with the force of his hips. “Ah fuck, pulling me in so well.”

His hands flew up to your waist, squeezing it roughly to keep you close to him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, letting out loud whines the closer you got. “Please, please let me cum! Please daddy I need to,” you sobbed, your release was so close, you weren’t gonna last.

You felt his hand comb through your hair, which was sweaty and going in every direction. The breath was knocked out of you when he wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling you up so your back was pressed to his chest.

“You wanna cum, huh?” His hips snapped at an incredulous pace, the hand holding your hair came to wrap around your neck, making it easier for him to control you. His other hand slid down the front of your body and rested on your clit, not moving.

You bucked your hips in anticipation, feeling the need for more friction. You nodded desperately, reaching around him to hold yourself up with his waist. “Please daddy, please!”

“Sure baby, I’ll let you cum.” His fingers started moving slower than his hips were, the muscles in your stomach tensed. “But where am I gonna cum?”

His fingers sped up, one of your hands flew up to his wrist, digging your nails into his skin. “Here,” you muttered, tapping his hand that was rubbing your clit.

“Yea? You want my cum inside you?” He sped up his fingers, making your legs twitch. He took his hand off your neck, pushing you back down on the mattress. “Gonna fill you up, little girl.”

You whined at his words, your legs barely held you up on the mattress. Taehyung noticed, and he wouldn’t miss a chance to manhandle you. He pulled out for a fraction of a second, flipping you onto your back and thrusting back inside with ease.

“Look so good filled with cock, little brats not so bad anymore, are you?” He reached up and grabbed one of your tits, his thumb toyed with your nipple. His other hand came up and massaged both of your tits, pressing them together and manipulating them however he wanted.

“No m’ good,” you whined, your eyes meeting his. Your eyes were blurry and wet, you were sure that your eyeliner was running, your face was wet from your tears. Your eyes were begging his, begging for release, for his release.

“That’s right,” he groaned, taking his hands away from your tits and admiring the handprints he left. He set his hands on the mattress on either side of you, he panted heavily, hips stuttering every so often. “Good for me.”

“Tae- Tae I’m gonna- fuck!” You reached up and grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders, making him hiss. His fingers came down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. “Gonna cum!”

“S’right baby, cream on my cock.” He panted, your legs convulsed on his shoulders, hips shaking with each thrust. You let out a loud moan, finally reaching your climax.

You came and you came hard, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could feel your orgasm running down your thigh, the sound of him thrusting into your getting sloppier and more wet. “So fucking wet, I make you feel good huh?”

Taehyung took his hand away from your clit, when your eyes focused again, you were met with the sight of your dreams. His hips snapped into yours, he let out moans that your were sure to remember and that you’d never want to forget.

He bit his lip, you could feel his cock twitching inside you. “M’ sensitive,” you whined, thighs trying to clench around him.

“I know baby, I know.” He moaned, dropping to his elbows. His face dropped between your soft breasts, lips leaving soft kisses. “Wanna cum in you, wanna fill you up so bad,” he muttered, you felt his voice vibrate against your chest.

“Yes, yes daddy I need it!” You wrapped your legs around his waist, your fingers wrapped around his hair, giving it gentle tugs every so often.

“Fuck!” He moaned, hips coming to a stop, stuttering when he was deep in you. His heavy cock twitched against your walls, finally releasing into you.

“Oh that feels good,” you moaned, softening your grip on his hair. Your hands raked through his raven-coloured locks, scratching his scalp gently. You felt his seed shoot into you, making your insides warm.

“Yea,” he mumbled, taking a minute to calm down. He let out a sigh, scooting you up on the bed so his feet weren’t hanging off the edge.

There were so many emotions flowing through you right now, you were confused and curious. An hour ago you were arguing with man, now he’s inside you and laying on top of you. “We’ve gotta get you home,” he groaned, propping himself up.

“Home?” You shot up, smacking your head on his chest. He chuckled, leaning down to peck your forehead.

“Yea, Milly’s gonna be at your place as soon as the sun comes up.” He yawned, stretching his arms. “At least that’s what I expected from her.”

“Oh, yea you’re right.” You nodded, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Aw did you wanna stay the night?” He teased, raising an eyebrow and giving you a cocky smile. “Had that much fun, huh?”

You nodded, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Do I have to?” You stuck your lip out in a pout, despite all of your past arguments, you wanted him to want you just as much as you wanted him.

“Tell you what, I’ll help you get cleaned up, give you some comfy clothes, then I’ll come back to your place with you. How does that sound?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, giving you a soft smile.

“Good, let’s do that.” You agreed, he nodded, standing up. He gently pulled out of you, watching as both of your releases flooded out of you.

“That’s hot,” he raised an eyebrow and bit his lip. He slid his hands under you, lifting you into his strong arms.

He brought you into the bathroom, setting you down and turning on the water. Once it was warm enough, he opened the curtain and let you in, stepping in behind you.

He was gentle, shampooing both of your hair and helping you rinse it off. His hands were gentle along your body, carefully washing the slick off of your body. He admired the bruises he left on your neck, both from his hands and his mouth. “Might have to leave more,” he mumbled.

He rinsed off your bodies and shut off the water, he quickly dried himself and handed you a clean towel, leaving the room while you dried off. He came back in boxers and holding a pile of clothes, “Here.” He handed you a pair of sweats and a large t shirt.

“Thanks,” you bowed your head slightly, he bowed right back. He threw on a pair of shorts and a hoodie, the fabric going over his head and slicking his hair down.

You looked in the mirror, wiping the makeup off of your face with a Kleenex, or what could come off without makeup remover anyway. “Is your phone in my car?” Taehyung asked, picking up your clothes off the floor and handing them to you.

“No, I dropped it in my shoes at the front door.” You stretched, your joints were stiff and your legs were sore because of him. You bent down to touch your toes, letting out a groan. “Tae!” You squealed, jumping when he layed a smack on your ass.

“Your fault for bending over,” he smirked. You slid your feet into your wedges, they didn’t work with the outfit but no one would see you at this time of night.

He followed you back to your apartment, hand steady around your waist. You made your way up the stairs, being as quiet at you could while you unlocked the door.

“Nice place,” Taehyung looked around, letting out a small hum in recognition.

“It’s small, but it works,” you shrugged. You both kicked off your shoes and he followed you to your bedroom. “You’re really gonna stay, all night?” You asked, closing your door.

Taehyung moved closer to you, pressing his body against your until you were sandwiched between him and the door. “As long as you want,” he promised. His hand came up and rubbed the side of your neck, you let yourself lean into his touch.

He bent down and let your lips meet, his lips moved passionately against yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck, you were sure you’d remember this.

His hand toyed with the hem of the shirt he lent you, his fingers slipping into the band of his sweatpants. “You should take these off.” He pulled away for a second, quickly coming back to your lips.

“You want them back?” You asked, letting him pull them off of your hips.

“No,” he pulled back, tugging his sweater over his head. His toned, bare chest on display once more, you didn’t hesitate to reach out and touch him, feeling your way along his carved chest. “I just think sleeping would be more comfortable without all this in the way.”

He gestured to the small bits of fabric that were left on the two of you, “Nude?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Nude,” he agreed. You stripped out of his clothes, leading him over to your bed. You were tangled in the sheets, both of you trying to find a comfortable position.

You found yourself facing his chest, arms wrapped around him. His arms were wrapped all the way around your waist, holding you tightly so both of your bodies were pressed together. You sighed into his chest, breathing in his scent and basking in the warmth he provided.

“Just so you know,” he whispered, combing his fingers through your damp hair. “Mornings with me can be, pretty hard.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it,” you gave his chest a gentle peck, wrapping your legs around his.

“Good girl.”

[lover-girl-estxx]

Don't Worry About It

*not my gif

Same TW

Part 2

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| Same Night |

Ethan was yelling again about the house not being clean or the food not being right something I don't really listen anymore "what?!" he said grabbing both my forearms to the wall "stop your hurting me," he held tighter "Stop!" Axel came from his room ans push his dad as hurt as he could "she said to stop" "who do you think you are huh?" he punched Axe making him fall "Stop! he's bleeding!" I got down and helped him up. Ethan stopped and went back to the living room, he never made Axel bleed never leaving marks on his face "come on" I whispered and pulled him into the bathroom having him sit on the toilet lid while I grabbed a cotton pad to clean his face. "sorry I kept you up" I said "you didn't don't say sorry" I gave a slight smile "you don't have to stand up for me, you shouldn't have to okay?" "I can't just listen".

I got in bed next to Abel wrapping my arms around him Axel on the bed above us "thank you Axe....I love you goodnight" "of course Love you too mom".

| Next Morning |

"people are gonna know I have makeup on" he said as I put it over the purple spot "no they won't" he sighed "i'll do it again before you go to gym" he nodded "mom?" I looked down at Abel "yeah?" "can we go?" I smiled "go wait by the door" Abel smiled and did so "how's he normal?" " your normal to Axel" he didn't say anything.

I dropped Axel off at school did some things around town, when we got back home I pulled my phone and look up the guy from the day before Sean Strickland. 'Current UFC Middleweight Champion of the world' I scroll down more 'Sean Strickland opens up about past trauma on Theo Von Podcast' I hit the clip then I watch his fight Abel in my lap.

"did you shower after school" Sean asked Axel looked at me "no I didn't" "you have a locker, with clothes and stuff go shower come out when your done " "okay thank you" Axel walked to the locker room "you can stay or pick him up in a bit" I nodded "thanks".

| Sean's POV |

The kid came out with a big bruise on his face not as his moms from the day before "what happened to you?" I asked "I fell at school" "did you?" "yeah man I did" I nodded. "go on the Treadmill" I told him getting on one myself next to him, he started when I asked "why are you here?" he looked at me "I've been watching for a whi-" his phone started to ring he didn't say anything but quickly picked it up "hey dad....um i'm just at the after school thing....I don't know I haven't talked to mom today...okay bye" "your dad not know your here" "can you stop asking me shit?" "okay come on" I turned it off and hopped off "what?" "go get you gloves and wraps".

"how much do you weigh?" I asked quickly wrapping his hands "like 125" "K MARK?" the other kid came over "your gonna spar him" mark nodded "I don't know how to fight, hes huge" Axel said "hes 150" "how old is he?" "that doesn't matter".

"what the hell happened?!" his mom said grabbing his chin "I got to spar! it was awesome!" "are you okay though?" "i'm great!" "okay" his mom said unsure "i'll see you tomorrow" I told him he nodded "thanks!".

| Week Later |

"whats up?" I asked Axel who couldn't even keep his eyes open hitting the bag "nothing" "you barely awake" "I was just up late last night is all" "come on" "what?" "take your gloves off take a nap in the office" "no it's fine" "kid...it's fine go take a nap i'll bring you a pillow and blanket" he nodded.

I brought him bedding "you know you can..um you can talk to me about stuff" he shrugged "okay" "you have my number even when your at home" he nodded.

"Hey!" Y/n said holding her younger sons hands with a smile on her face I could barely see under her glasses "Hey!" I gave a smile back "wheres axe?" "hes napping in the office" she nodded "he was pretty tired" I nodded "you can wake him up I got this one" she smiled "okay thanks". I went to step forward to talk to him and he stepped back from me I got down to his level "i'm Sean whats your name?" "..Abel.." "Abel?" he nodded "that's such a cool name" he smiled "really?" I nodded "very cool" he smiled wider "thanks Sean" Y/n said a smile Axel behind her I nodded "see you tomorrow!" Axel said I smiled

| Next week |

It was around 1 when my phone lit up

702-###-####:

It's Axel you want to go grab lunch?

S: Sure. You need a ride?

A: yeah if you don't mind

S: send me where

"what happened to your eye?" I asked It was swollen shut "its nothing drive please" I put my truck in drive. "you came to the gym because you know who I am right?" I asked sitting across from him "yeah" "so you've seen my interviews and all the shit I talk about" "yes I have" he grabbed his drink "so I know whats going on" he nodded "I know you do" he whispered "to your mom and your brother?" "my mom" "you have my number you need to call me next time" "to do what make it worse?! we have no where to go" "I can figure that out" he sighed and shook his head "i'm being honest with you Axel"

[the-fiction-witch]

Control P7

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: SWEET + SCARY AF!

I sat at the table finishing up the paperwork, "All done?" she asks as she brought me a cup of coffee

"All done, did you want to go and send it?"

"maybe tomorrow Benny, I don't wanna go out today" she says sitting across from me,

"Okay well send it off tomorrow." I smiled

"and buy an extra lock for the door"

"why?"

"You know... just incase"

"Mikey is not going to come all the way here just because he's mad at you y/n. I'm sure he'll get the news drink himself to sleep you have nothing to worry about" I reasured her holding her hand

"and if he doesn't"

"Then I promise, I'll protect you."

"you can't protect me from everything benny."

"Yes I can. I won't let anything bad happen to you"

"Thank you benny" she smiled

"You're welcome. and as soon as its all clear I promise we can go out and find you a nice pretty ring" I told her

"I'd like that" she smiled getting up and cuddling me so I happily hugged her close to pulling her to sit on my lap so I could hold /her as close as possible "I love you" she smiled into my neck

"I love you too y/n." I told her giving her nose a kiss "Now that's all done, you wanna play chess before bed?"

"No thank you benny, I think I'd like a nice big bubble bath"

"Ohh? would... mind if I joined you little lady?"

"What in my bubble bath?"

"Yeah"

"I'm not sure the bath is big enough for us both benny"

"I'm small" I shrug

"Yes and I'm not"

"Y/n. will you get this propitious notion out of your head. you are not fat. you are not large your a size Y/C/S for goodness sake"

"So, that's still bad" "It's not bad, it's lovely. I like you just the way you are, your lovely and comfy" I smiled laying my head on her chest "and squishy" I smiled pulling her closer to me "and... how could I forget about these" I smirked grabbing my breasts

"Benny!" she argues giggling the whole time "You wouldn't want me to be skinner?"

"Not unless you really wanted to be" I shrug "would you rather I was.. more muscular? with Budging muscles and a six pack?"

"No, I like you how you are Benny" she smiled giving me a kiss

"Good, I like you how you are too" I told her "However I do need to get more in shape"

"why?"

"Because somebody, keeps feeding me delicious cakes and things." I told her "I have a tummy now" I complain moving her hand to the little bit of a stomach I now had due to eating so many sugary things that she keeps baking me

"I'm sorry benny" she giggled

"It's fine there all lovely, and very delicious the issue is you make me a plate of cookies or a cake every day, and there is only two of us little lady. You make a big delicious plate of your triple chocolate cookies and you put them in front of me there's nothing to stop eating them, That and I have to get in shape and stuff for the tournaments"

"Ummm, you are the most attractive chess player in the world" she giggled

"Second, only to you little lady" I smirked giving her a kiss "Maybe I don't have to anymore, not like I need to impress anyone. When I'm marrying the most beautiful girl in the world" "Awww Benny" she giggled "i know how you could work out" she giggled

"Ohh? how is that?" I asked her she got up and pulled me up with her

"I'll be your weight" she giggled

"will you now?" I laughed "alright, but you can't complain where my hands go then. I like to... have a firm grip on my weights" I smirked slightly ticking her

"Benny!" she giggled pushing my hands off her "Alright, but you drop me. I am never, Ever, letting you have sex with me again" she warns

"Alright y/n" I smiled "Ready?"

"Yep" she giggled

"One. two. three" I smirked picking her up holding her like a bride "Fuck you are heavy"

"Hey!"

"What you are! fuck your heavier then my chair" I complained slightly regretting this decision

"Benny..." she whines "That's not very nice" she says looking like she was going to cry

"No no no don't cry little lady, I didn't mean it, I'm just a weakling" I told her making her smile a little  I did a few lifts of her but she was way heavier then what I was use to lifting so I carefully put her down on the chair

"Good work out benny?" she giggled

"Yeah, My arms feel like they might drop off, and I got to feel so boob so. Good day"

"I know something that's very good exercise?" she giggled

"Ohh do you now? and what would that be?" I asked her

"I think a smart boy like you already knows the answer to that benny" she smirked grabbing my belt and pulling me down onto the chair with her...

I wondered around the supermarket basket in hand and the list in my other hand, y/n wanted to stay home today said she was going to work on roast dinner for this evening, and I was excited. But I had shopping to do today, I was meant to send her paperwork off today but I left it at home by accident, I'm sure I'll do it tomorrow. I think to some extend y/n just wanted me out of the apartment I don't blame her if she did, I don't know why but I've just been really horny today. Not sure why just one of those days I guess, I could barely keep my hands off her in bed, barely stopped kissing her as she was making breakfast, and I could barely stop myself when she had a bath this morning. I think she knew and that's why she gave me an intricate list and kicked me out the apartment, and after her bath she put that little white dress on, the clingy one with the cut out back... Umm she knows what that dress does to me. The moment I saw her in that dress I grabbed hold of her and all but humped her sexy ass as she cooked until she kicked me out to go shopping.

Once I had got everything on the list or as much as I could find anyway, seriously? what is a scotch egg and where do I find it! God damn brit. Ehh I love her, just means I have to live life unsure what half my food is. as soon as I payed I took the brown paper bags and hurried down the street to the apartment, pushing open the unlocked door and setting the shopping on the kitchen side Instantly I spotted y/n still in that little white dress now with her cardigan over her I smirked and grabbed her giving her a playful tickle kissing up her delicate neck slightly grinding against her

"Benny- Benny please you don't understand" she says pushing me away but, I was worried that wasn't her playful giggly pushing like she didn't want to be tickled or even that she didn't want my kisses, she was upset, she was stressed, something was wrong.

"Y/n? Are you okay little lady?" I asked and she froze as our bedroom door creaked open...

"Hello watts." He smirked leaning his tall muscular body in his white vest, and completely open blue button down, his rough black jeans and working boots

"Hello Mikey." I said my blood running cold,  "Y/n what's going on?" I asked her

"Y/n. Go get me a pack of cigs" He told her handing her a few dollars

"Mikey I-"

"Go, I'm dying for a smoke" He told her slapping her arse

"Go y/n, I'll deal with this" I whispered to her and she nodded taking her bag and heading to the door

"Mikey what are you doing here?"

"Just checking up on things. You've had my wife here a while." He says "Training her? I'm thankful for getting that fucking chess board out of my house but... You can't blame me getting a little worried about my wifey sleeping on your air bed" He smirked

"Mikey-" Y/n began at the door

"Y/n!" He yelled at her "Men are talking." He says

she nodded and left shutting the door behind her

"I told you what I'd do if I ever saw you near her again"

"You did. Go on then Watts. Hit me" He smirked digging though the shopping bags in the kitchen "Hit me you little weasel" He smirked as he found a beer

"You will not hurt her" "she's my wife, I can do whatever I want to her"

"Not anymore you fucking can't"

"why not!"

It then hit me, he hasn't seen the paperwork. He doesn't know. He doesn't know y/ns divorcing him, he doesn't know anything me and her have done as far as he's concerned she's been sleeping on my airbed training with me for the championship

"Not In my house" I told him I didn't want to tell him, I knew if I did. y/n wouldn't be safe. she wouldn't be safe with him here either but, at least I'm here to protect her.

"Whatever" He laughs "I think, I'll stay a while, until the championship. Me and y/n will take the bed. you can have the air bed" He says punching my shoulder as he went past going to the leather chair sitting there with his beer, I tried not to smirk thinking about last night, the last thing y/n and me did on that chair. "I was a little worried when I got here, she didn't know I was coming ans she had dressed up so beautiful for me. But I guess she just knew I was coming having been married so long you know these things" He says

"Yeah"

"she got comfortable I notice, her stuffs pretty laid out, the bed's not even out?"

"we pack it away durring the day, more space you know"

"Yeah I get that,  nice of you to let her stay here, and hang all her clothes in your wardrobe and her soap in your shower"

"Just wanted her to be comfortable you know"

"Yeah, Yeah. I get it." He smirked "Ohh and benny?"

"Yeah?"

"If I find out you have laid a finger on my wife. make sure you give her a kiss goodbye Because I'll make sure you never see her again." he warned

"Are you threatening me Mikey?" I warned him

"No. simply saying that if someone had touched my wife. I'd make sure they never saw the light of day again. we clear benny?"

"Yeah, were clear Mikey"

I stood trying to clean up the beer cans around the leather chair where Mikey sat listening to a game of something on the radio. Y/n in the kitchen making the various foods he asked her for.

"I need to piss. Then we need more beer in" He says getting up and going to the bathroom, the moment the door shut I carefully wrapped my arms around y/n pulling her to my chest

"shhhh shh shh it's okay, he won't hurt you. I promise" I whispered

"what is he doing here?"

"he's suspicious, Y/n the paperwork's on the table. say the word and I'll give it to him."

"No, it's not safe, we have to wait"

"If your sure" I nodded "He didn't hurt you before I got home did he?" she only nodded pulling back her hair to show a cut on her head she hand put a band aid over he had clearly slapped her it broke my heart I gently kissed it better and held her hand "I promise he won't lay another finger on you, not if I can help it"

"I know, its okay benny, just have to wait a little while until he's less angry" she says

" anything happens you call for me okay?"

"I will" she nods holding me close I could feel in her grip she was scared, more so then I had ever known her to be, I wanted to kick him out, I wanted to beat the living day lights out of him for what he has done to her,  But my priority above all else was making sure she's safe. I couldn't bare for her to get hurt, much less because of me.

"what are you two talking about?" Mikey asked as the door opened and I put space between us

"Just about dinner" I said quickly

"Yeah, I am waiting for my dinner wifey" He smirked slapping her ass as he walked past "Hurry up with it Fat ass I wanna get to bed I'm jet lagged as fuck."

"Just a little longer Mikey" she says

"Alright, come on then keep me company" He smirked to her she looked upset, disgusted but she went over anyway and let him sit her on his lap, I sat at my table watching him like a hawk his hand often wondered around her dress but she would always put his hand back to her waist each time he looked more annoyed with her for stopping him my blood boiled every time I saw him touch her like I wanted to go over pull her into my arms and kick his ass.

"Mikey no" she told him as he slipped his hand under her dress

"Oi! I've had a long day and I want a little sugar" He smirked trying to pull her closer

"I said no" she says before I could blink he threw her to the floor hard kicking her stomach hard as he got up

"I wasn't asking!"

I bolted from my seat and stood between them y/n got to her feet so I pushed her behind me "Leave her alone"

"Get out the way watts"

"No"

"This doesn't concern you"

"I'm not letting you hurt her"

"Watts. Don't interfere. this has nothing to do with you. Not take your skinny little weasel ass and fuck off back to your sissy chess board. While I deal with my Wifey"

"No." I told him "I'm not letting you hurt her."

"Get out of my way Watts"

"Never"

"Fine" he smirked "Much more fun" He grabbed y/n by her hair and dragged her to the corner he took of his belt and used it to restrain her neck like a dog around her and then tied around the pipes along the wall of my apartment the more she struggled the tighter it would get I tried to stop him but it was too late "There, now wifey's out the way, just you and me." He smirked "Go on I'll be sporting I'll let you throw the first punch" He smirked I built up all my anger, my rage at him for everything he had ever done to hurt y/n I swung my first but he grabbed my fist and crushed my hand as hard as he could making me scream in pain falling to my knees he punched my face hard making me fall to the floor trying not to let on how much it all hurt, holding my hand close to me, I was almost sure I had at least a broken finger "Yeah that's what I thought, she's my wife. you stand between us again you'll get much worse" He smirked

[footballxwrites]

Ridiculously in love with your writing so giving another one😂

So read reports that Christian pulisic maybe going back to the bundesliga to play for Bayern so maybe you could write one on that where he feels guilty for not having been able to probably make it work in Chelsea. He’s been with his fiance since they were like 12 and she’s a British citizen and an arsenal fan so she was definitely the happiest when they moved to london as because she runs her own company and their main office is in London. Christian feels like a crap fiancé also because now she’ll have to travel up and down every other week like she did when they were in Dortmund, and she’s done and sacrificed so much for him and he couldn’t even make it work so she can be in her hometown for once and also be with her family, plus they’re looking to start a family so this travelling business and not having grandparents around the corner isn’t ideal either. With all this plus not starting games plus family stuff weighing him down, he starts to be distant from her and she obviously notices. She gives him a bit of space at the beginning but then quickly realises that they should talk about it like they always have in their relationship. So she brings it up and he lets out everything and she’s like “ don’t be stupid, I want the best for your career and if that’s in freaking Finland well go there, you’ve had a tough year and not the ideal start to your time at Chelsea ans that’s okay. Everyone has set backs but we need to make a comeback so we’re gonna do what’s best for you and then go from there. Europe is small and London to Munich or wherever it is isn’t too bad at all, plus you know I genuinely like travelling for work. And when the kids come we’ll just figure out a schedule that puts them first and have you seen our parents, they’re gonna be coming and seeing us all the time. It’s fine, we’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be just fine” and then Christian is just crying by then because how did he get so lucky blah blah blah... can’t wait for this one xxxxxx

Long Distance Love ♡

𝖧𝖺𝗁𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗅)...𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾 😅𝗑

January 10 2021

Suddenly, you felt him stir slightly, readjusting his arms that were snaked around your body, which made your head shoot up to gaze at him, seeing his eyes fluttering open and a lazy smile creep upon his lips as he leaned into a kiss. His arms were quick to pull your waist against his so your head was flat on his chest, listening to the peaceful sound of his heartbeat, instantly making you feel at home. You little moment was cut short when his phone went off and he rushed out the room with a groan, leaving you annoyed and your heart pounding, having a feeling you knew exactly what the phone call was about, hoping he come back and give you the answer you wanted to hear...

“It’s gone through...the transfer” he sorrily spoke, making your breath hitch in your throat, although knowing it was a high possibility of the move actually happening, a part of you was certain he’d be staying here in central London for at least another year. “Guess you’d better get packing then” you softly laughed, feeling disheartened to say the least, the words of “it’s happening” not being the ones you wanted to fall from his lips, “look can we talk about this properly-“ he began, reaching for your hand as you swiftly dodged his grip and made your way to the bathroom, ready for a complete meltdown about everything, “No I have to get ready for work...while I still have my own business” you trailed off, letting the door close behind you with a slam...

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January 2 2019

"The real question is, how did I get so lucky?" you giggled before he gently pushed the mug of coffee into your hands while leaning in to plant a small kiss on your forehead. Instantly, that warm feeling flew through your body just from the smallest, loving touch he gave you, it never getting old. “Good morning, beautiful." he mumbled against your lips, before wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his head on top of yours, “and a very good morning to you handsome” you smiled, feeling the most relaxed you’ve felt in a while, lifting your gaze to him, love dancing in your eyes as you leaned in to clasp your mouths together.

"Kissing you never gets old," you mutter softly as you both pull away, Christian flashing you a cheeky grin before spotting his luggage packed and ready for the off beside the front door of your new complex, a sigh falling from his lips, “can’t believe I arrived here a week ago and I’m already flying back to Germany” he frowned, pulling a pout. “It’s only six months and it’ll be over before you know it, I’m not going to lie I will miss living over there, especially the weather” you giggled, messing up his perfectly gelled hair to which you got no thanks for, “hands off, this took ages to do” he said, pretending to be serious and grabbing your hand as if to say ‘go on do it again I dare you’. “I’m gonna miss you, the apartment’s gonna seem empty without you here...and it means I have to build all the flat pack furniture from IKEA myself” you huffed, pointing at the hundreds of cardboard boxes filling the spacious room as he laughed, culling your face and running a finger along your cheek, “you’ll be fine, we’ll FaceTime every night and whenever we have a minute spare because you’re gonna be busy as hell now...my super business woman” he winked as you shook your head, still not quite believing you actually own a company, like a whole ass company belonged to you and it was mad to just even picture it.

“Ah shut up, you’re making me blushing Mr Pullisic, now go before you miss that flight of yours” you grinned, going in for one last peck while shoving him out the door with a struggle, feeling like his clingy self wasn’t ever gonna leave, “I love you, see you in half a year” he happily said, grabbing his many cases and walking out, letting the door gently fall closed...

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July 1 2019

The classic iPhone ping went off as an incoming text message lit up your phone screen, instantly opening the pic attachment of him saying ‘en route’ which meant he was on his way and by god you couldn’t wait to just see him in person after all this time. He barely got through the front door before you took a leap, linking your legs around his torso as his hands secured under your thighs to carry your weight. Squeezing him tight, you rested your head in the crook of his neck, enjoying his presence as a laugh escaped his lips, “missed me just a bit?” he stupidly asked, not even bothering to let you answer before smashing his lips on yours for the first time what felt like in forever.

Gently tapping your legs, he slowly placed you feet on the ground and then cupped your face, pulling you in for another long, loving kiss, “so how’s everything been then, and by the way you’ve done a good job decorating this place” he nodded, eyes gazing at all the modern interior, “funny you asked, I managed to open two more branches this week, one in Gateshead up north and the other in Manchester!” you exclaimed letting out a small squeal, not able to control your excitement any longer as his eyes went wide with joy. “I didn’t think you could make me any prouder but I guess I was wrong eh” he gushed, heading over to sort out his cases, “I’m saying the same about you” you laughed as he pulled out a couple man of the match awards along with a jersey signed by all the teammates. “It felt strange to say goodbye to them after all these years...but it’s time for a fresh start, here in London with Chelsea Fc and with you” he whispered, excited for the new chapter in your lives to finally begin.

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The next year could only be described as perfect for the both of you, his career taking off and loving every moment at the club, getting along with everyone in the dressing room and then loving the fans and atmosphere within the stadium, and knowing you were in the stands somewhere cheering on your ‘captain America’ made it all the more special. As for you, your company was doing beyond amazing, going from National to world wide, owning buildings in Dubai, Spain and you’ll never guess where, Germany. Your main branch was of course London, where the company was founded and to which was the office you managed and were based at, meaning you rarely visited the abroad ones but you weren’t complaining, with you being a London gal to be in your home city with your own bloody business was unimaginable, not to mention you were only a 20 mins drive from your family.

Oh yeah and he popped the question about four months into the move on your eight year anniversary which you of course said yes to, already having planned out your dream wedding, the pair of you agreeing to have it here rather than America with work and travel and all that malarkey.

For the first time in ages, it all seemed to be coming together for yous...

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January 10 2021

8 hours later and the two of you hadn’t spoken all day, with him going off to what you assumed was his last training session and proceeding to ignore you and your many questions, you decided to go to work too, trying to get this whole moving countries once again after only one fucking year back home thing off your mind.

“Right that’s it, you’re going to talk to me Christian because you must think I’m a mind reader or something and I can just tell what’s going in in that brain of yours” you said, stumbling through the door and throwing your keys in the side before throwing yourself on the sofa beside your sad looking boyfriend. “I’m sorry” was all he could say, looking down at the ground leaving you with a confused frown on your face, “enough with the apologies, I just want to know what this means, for us” you sighed, placing a hand on his cheek and giving it a small pinch, hoping it’d put a smile on his lips.

“Well I’m definitely leaving Chelsea, guess not everything works out...but it means I’m back off to Germany” he said as you slowly nodded, “you have to do what’s best for your career, ok?” you smiled, running a hand through his hair as he was quick to shake his head, “no I can’t. I don’t wanna leave you, not again. And anyways we’re supposed to be trying for a baby and that’s going to be a challenge if we’re in different countries don’t you think?” he’s spoke with a slight laughter. “I’m not arguing with you Pullisic, go and sign that contract and get yourself away to Germany to revive your job. I’m not saying I’m going to drop everything and move again because I have my work and life, but I can easily fly out and visit, you’re forgetting I have an office over there. As for kids, we’ll get to that part when it comes around...so just take one step at a time and get on the phone to your agent to tell him you’re taking the transfer” you blurted out with a soft smile, knowing exactly what you were saying and that this was just another step in your life, at the end of the day, life isn’t life without it’s challenges along the way...❤️

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If you got this far reading it, I hope you enjoyed it! x

@kingkepa @champagne-coys @footballcloud @footballmagical @alexajanecollins @masonmounts @hoely-pavard @hazardybala @jamesmaddiscnx

[amelialincoln]

So Sorry

Her head was pounding, aching maybe? Nope, more like throbbing. She shook her head in frustration as her sutures broke for the fourth time. She ignored a couple of the confused glances from around the OR. Her sutured were always perfect but today her hands wouldn't stop shaking. It was probably due to dehydration and couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. It had been back to back traumas all day, every specialty was swamped but neuro had gotten it worst. Owen wasn’t working today which made matters worse. She’d heard the nurses gossiping about him getting a call about a possible lead on his sister. Her heart had swelled a bit at that. She wished she could be there for him but was reminded that being Owen’s therapist wasn’t her job anymore. It was Teddy’s now. Something she might feel jealous about if she wasn’t so happy with Link. They’d planned to get married a year ago but realized some fancy ceremony seemed dumb. They loved each other and that seemed to matter more than anything else.

"Everything okay, Doctor Shepherd?" Deluca asked from beside her. She missed Stephanie, Deluca’s polietness was starting to piss her off.

“Everything's perfect, why?" She squinted into the brain cavity, her eyesight was starting to blur ans she realized how badly she needed a nap.

"No reason." Deluca shook his head. "I can close if you want."

On a normal day Amelia might snap at her him for pointing out her incompetence of a simple skill she'd preformed hundreds of times, instead she just sighed. "Sure, page me when your finished, I'd like to follow up." She handed her instruments to the resident. "Watch the lep–"

"Leptin receptor, I know," He assured her. "Get out of here." Amelia nodded, thanking the scrub nurses beside her, she quickly fled the room. Dizzy didn't even begin to cover how she was feeling as she began to scrub out. Everything was spinning. She waited for a moment of relief, gripping to the edge of the sink.

"Amelia?" She didn't have to look up to recognize her boyfriend's voice.

She took a deep breath, splashing her face with cold water and turned to meet his gaze. "Hey. You all finished for the day?”

"You don't look well," he observed, ignoring her question.

Amelia shook her head as another wave of nausea rolled over her. Her hand flew to her mouth to prevent her from throwing up onto his scrub top. "I don't want to get you sick.” Link held out an arm for her to steady herself and watched the dizziness pass before pulling her into his chest. Normally his cologne would calm her but today she couldn’t help but wince at the strength of it.

"I'll take you home," he assured her, removing her scrub cap and running his hands through her hair to remove the tight braid.

"No," she paused, shutting her eyes tight, "you're busy, I'll be fine."

He took a minute to survey her before placing a hand on her sweaty brow. “You're hot, do you feel feverish?"

"Not particularly, just nauseous."

"You've been spending too much time with Zola at daycare. That place is covered in germs. You probably caught a flu bug." She nodded before suddenly pulling away from him. Her entire body heaved as she threw up in the scrub sink. “The nurses are gonna love that.”

“I just wanna go home,” she mumbled weakly.

"Okay," he promised, "let’s go get your things and I'll take you home."

"It's rush hour, we could be here for awhile," Link muttered, slowing the car down to a stop behind the car in front of them. Amelia peered over the dashboard, a large line of cars blocked her view.

“Ugh,” a groan escaped her mouth as she noticed the traffic blocking her view.

"We're almost home. Another twenty minutes with the traffic." Link tried to sound optimistic as he glanced over at his girlfriend, curled up in her seat with her head leaning on the car door. "Please don't throw up in the car."

"Thanks I'll keep it in mind," she snapped.

"I told you that daycare is full of germs. You're in there almost twice everyday,” he tried to dismiss her anger, knowing she’d been up all night.

"I like how you're making visiting my nieces and nephew seem like a bad thing."

"There's a flu bug going around, you can always visit them at home," Link argued.

"If I have a break I'd rather make use of it then talk to stupid interns for half an hour!" She yelled, pressing her index fingers to her temples.

"Why are you so stubborn?!" He finally huffed, slamming his hands on the wheel of the car.

"Why do you always have to act so freakin righteous? She cried. Link pressed his lips together, gritting his teeth. Traffic has always agitated him as it does Amelia. They weren’t the most patient people.

"All I'm saying is–"

"Can we just not fight right now?" She interrupted. "I'm just really tired."

"Alright,” he tried to soften his voice.

"Good," she answered, cupping her forehead in one hand and squeezing her eyes shut. He felt slightly guilty for adding to her headache. They’d been at a stall for ten minutes when Amelia began to squirm again. Her index fingers roughly massaged her temples and she jumped as Link placed a soft palm on her forehead.

"Hey, hey," he muttered as she relaxed. "Your forehead is still hot, are you sure you're ok?"

"I told you, I'm fine," she mumbled, staring out the window.

"Amelia..." hot red tears rolled down her face and she wiped them away with frustration.

"I said I was fine," she tried to sound irritated but it came out a lot weaker. What she looked like was frail and unhealthy. Something Link had been noticing more frequently about her appearance, always tired, always shaky. She'd lost weight for sure but she keeps telling him that she’s just been swamped with work. He went to caress her side but quickly pulled away in horror as she yelped in pain.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on,” he was surprised by the anger in his own voice. Their relationship was built on trust which was something Link was grateful for every day. Lately he couldn’t shake the fact that she was lying to him.

"Stop yelling at me!" She cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Tell me what's going–"

"I thought I was pregnant!" She blurted out finally. Link’s voice went silent.

"What?"

"We've been t-trying for months and n-nothing was happening," she stumbled over her words as he stares at her in shock. "I was getting nauseas, I-I had this terrible back pain and I was tired all the time." She looked to Link for any flicker of emotion but his face had gone stone cold. "I didn't have time to go get a test at the store and I was so excited," her voice was starting to break, "I went to see Carina and I asked her to run some tests."

Link drew in a shaky breath, trying to hold back any flicker of excitement that might be showing up on his easily readable face. "Okay..."

"But they all came back negative. Carina was as confused as I was. We didn't know what to do except run some more tests. I had an ultrasound done, still nothing. And then I started bleeding and everything started to make sense."

"Bleeding?" Did you have a miscarriage?” He reached for her hand as he forced his own feelings down. Why hadn’t she told him? That was something they should’ve gone through together.

"I went to the bathroom and there was blood," she replied, she took in shaky breaths.

"Okay," Link waited for her to tell him, his heart thumping in his chest. He was almost a father.

"Carina was worried about the same thing as me, considering my family history, so we got a couple scans. They were positive.”

"For..." Link urged her to finish.

"For ovarian cancer. I didn’t want to tell you because initially we thought it was okay. With your history and everything I didn’t want to scare you but it's spreading really quickly. Carina said it could be in my bladder by next week and then possibly my liver. The tumor is located right beside a major bloodstream so it's just shipping cancer cells all over the place." She smiled through her tears, the classic Shepherd appreciation for tumors was written all over her face. "it’s pretty perfect, it’s margins are–"

“Stop,” he suddenly felt like it was him who was going to throw up. The car jolted a little too hard as he pressed in the brakes and stared into her eyes in disbelief. “Are you kidding.” She shook her head, not able to read any of the million scenerios that were running through his mind.

"I had my first round of chemo today.”

"Why the hell are you working?"

"It’s a distraction, I just–”

"And you didn't think that my opinion, being practically your husband, would matter?" He had never been much of a crier but he found himself biting back a sob. “You don’t think that the one who is directly impacted by your wellbeing would want to have a say in any of this?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. I’m trying to figure things out. I didn’t want to drop a major bomb on you without being sure of my prognosis.”

"So your telling me that if I was your position you would've preferred me not to tell you if I was dying?" He glared at her through blurry eyes.

"I didn't say that!" She protested, curling her hands into fists.

“I trusted you to tell me everything. You’ve made me promise you to keep you updated on my cancer shit but you can bother to do the same yourself? This is a joke.” He knew he was projected his issues on her and he hated himself for it.

“I thought I was doing what was best for us,” she tried to explain, running her hands through her hair in frustration. Link stopped, staring into her palms. His hands began to shake on the wheel and his knuckles went white in an attempt to squeeze his hands hard enough to stop the shaking. Amelia glanced down at the hair caught between her fingers and let out a tiny whimper as the couple pulled into the driveway. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms, tell her it was all going to be okay. The idea of watching her go through what he had made him want to run in the other direction. The idea of her hurting was too much for him to bare. He looked at her pale expression, knowing exactly how she was feeling and recounting on all the times he’d prayed to god that her nor their children wouldn’t have too. Children were most likely out of the question at this point though he didn't care as long as she made it. Was this really their reality now? If she made it? He leant over to kiss her, hoping it would suppress his thoughts and prayed that he’d be able to kiss her for the rest of his life. 

an anon requested that Link and Amelia be together rather than Owen and Amelia during her cancer situation. sorry its sad but what were u expecting lol. 

[soukokuwu]

OSAMU DAZAI

IMAGINE

》 angst, definitely (dazai x reader)

》 trigger warnings! death, delusions, accidents

》 word count: 1.3k

》 feeling horrible translates into inspiration so i indulged myself- a shorter one this time round, please... enjoy?

“always pining for what we can’t have”

“I don’t want to, but thanks.”

You shut the door, glad to finally be back after an entire night out. You looked at the digital clock on your nightstand.

6.34am

You sighed. It’s been a long night out. You switched on the lights and found Dazai groggily rubbing his eyes, sitting up on the bed. Your face lightened up upon seeing his, a feature that never escaped his notice.

“What was that about?” he asked, referring to your earlier exchange.

“My mother called, asked if I wanted to go home for Christmas,” you explained, flinging your car keys onto your study desk and climbing into bed next to him. You wrapped the blanket around the both of you, hands tightening their hold around him.

“Weird, you haven’t gone home for years and she’s never asked. Why now?” Dazai questioned.

Ignoring his question, all you managed was a “it’s not weird.”

Dazai knew you well enough not to press on the matter any longer. He returned your hug, letting you bury your head in his chest. “Did my baby have a long night?”

“As usual. Today was a bust, I didn’t find any inspiration. Maybe you should come with me some time.”

“I wish I could, belladonna.”

You were a writer, and it’s been a few months since you’ve lost all motivation to write. You simply couldn’t find interest in anything. You had been wallowing in self-pity for a while before deciding you should probably actively seek out an inspiration instead of moping in your room all day.

Late night drives were your go-to. It was nicer in the night- everything was dark, and quieter than the day. It was also windy and the night sky would be full of stars. It never failed to remind you of the night you first met Dazai.

“You thinking of the night we met again?”

You scoffed and looked up at the man beside you. “You always know what I’m thinking about, don’t you?”

“Of course, you are my belladonna after all,” Dazai pointed out, booping your nose. “I remember too. I was just walking back home after drinking at the bar. And you were sitting next to the river being all sad.” He laughed affectionately while recounting the memory, his hand stroking your hair at the same time.

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned, further burying your head into his chest. You had been upset over your previous breakup that night and were just crying alone when Dazai spotted you. No matter how long it’s been since then it still made you cringe. What a pathetic way to meet your next lover, crying over your old one.

As you caught the unfamiliar, almost musty smell in your nose, you pushed Dazai away, wincing. He looked at you in surprise, pulling away. “What’s wrong, belladonna?”

After a long pause, you let out a long sigh, eyes still closed. “Dazai?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for always protecting me.”

“I always will, my belladonna.”

Another pause.

“Dazai?”

“What is it?”

The tears were finding their way out. Your mother’s scream echoed in your head, “Stop deluding yourself!”

“You’re just a figment of my imagination...”

.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.

A few months earlier.

A screech.

Hands grabbed onto your head, enveloping your body with their’s. Warmth enveloped you. You were safely protected.

Ans then the world went black.

The next thing you saw was the bright light on the ceiling, the only sounds you heard being the beeping of monitors. You tried to move, but it hurt. It hurt everywhere.

You took a deep breath, but it felt weird. You glanced downwards and saw a ventilator.

What?

Panic set in you and the beeping got faster. Someone you didn’t recognise ran into the room, trying to hold you down as you tried to resist her.

It took a while before you would calm down enough to listen. The nurse who had been holding you down earlier was now jotting down your vitals. A doctor was beside her, inspecting the paper on his clipboard.

You glanced at the wall clock.

6.34am

The doctor tried telling you about your own condition, but you cut him off. Then you asked him the only thing you had been thinking of since you woke up, “Where’s Dazai?”

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One week later, you were taking a last look at him before they closed it. You barely blinked as you watched them slide the coffin into the cremation chamber, your face devoid of emotion. You had cried enough earlier, there no more tears left for now.

The fire burned strong and bright. It was probably the longest one and a half hours of your life.

He was gone. He was really gone.

.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.

Now here you were, on the bed. Without him. You were lying to yourself, as you always have.

This was why your mother asked if you wanted to go back this year. Because she heard what happened. But you didn’t want to spend time with people who didn’t make you feel at home.

This was why you lost all your inspiration for your work. He had taken over the role of your muse ever since you knew him, and you could find nothing else better. Your passion for writing somehow died with him.

The tears wouldn’t stop. The way he always called you ‘my belladonna’ kept playing in your head. You were wrong. The aftermath of the car crash wasn’t ‘hurt’.

This hurt. Remembering hurt. Living hurt.

‘Anything you wouldn’t want to lose would be lost’, huh?

You opened your eyes. And this time, you truly opened them. He wasn’t there. Your eyes fell on the urn beside the bed.

Osamu. There he was. In ashes.

Then your eyes shifted their focus. Where you saw Dazai earlier, the silhouette faded, back into the giant fox doll you always hugged to sleep. It wasn’t real. None of it was real. And how you hated it.

This had been your life ever since he passed. You always came back home with the delusion he was alive, talking to the air as though he was there. But it never was, no matter how clearly you could hear his voice in your head. And sometimes you knew that. Other times you donned a mask of ignorance.

You thought back about earlier, how pathetic you must’ve looked. If people could see you, they’d probably be laughing at you. Talking to thin air, hugging a musty old doll tightly thinking it was him, burying your head in the softness as though it could even replace him. It didn’t even smell like him. How you missed his touch, his smell, the sound of his laugh, the affection in his voice when he talked to you.

“What’s wrong with me?” you screamed, kicking the doll away out of frustration. It landed on the other side of the room, lying next to a box of Dazai’s stuff.

You could hardly contain your emotions as you remembered keeping his belongings after the cremation. People told you discarding his items would make you feel better, a metaphor for being able to ‘let things go’.

But no. No fucking way. How could you? It was the last of him you’d ever have, aside from his ashes. How do they expect you to be able to do that?

You never felt at home with anyone else but him. You had a sad excuse for a family, and ‘friends’ who weren’t ever genuine by a mile. You thought the same of him at first, but you got to know the man behind the mask and you loved every part of him. Every suicidal, cynical, brutally honest part of him. He had been your one and only. He was your best friend, your lover, your future, and your home. And god knows how long you spent in your life searching for a home.

You finally found a place you belonged- with Dazai. But now he was gone. Trying to protect you. You cursed the drunk driver who had crashed into your cab. And then you cursed your late lover for trying to protect you when he should’ve saved himself. You remembered how long and hard you cried on the day of his cremation, his remains in an urn pressed against your chest as you wallowed in the misery. It was a lonely feeling, not coming back home to the usually perky Dazai smothering you with affection. Now all that waited for you was emptiness.

I’d rather be dead with you, Osamu. Why did you leave me behind?

Tonight, for the first time after he passed, you left the doll on the floor, crying yourself to sleep alone, in the cold bed, feeling lonelier than ever.

You were truly alone now. Just like you used to be.

“hush little baby, don’t say a word”

[crow-writes-stuff]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: takes place after Dazai left the PM, Chuuya calls Dazai, Voicemail, Caring Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Swears (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs) Summary:

Messages Chuuya left on Dazai's phone during the two years he spent in hiding before joining the ADA.

"You have thirty-one new messages." Two years. It's been two years since Dazai last opened his voicemail. He thought that there might be a few from the beginning, but this is certainly more than expected.

He presses play, and a familiar voice snarls at him: "Hey, asshole, where the fuck are you? The meeting starts in two minutes, get your ass over here!" Oh... this is actually from the day he left the Port Mafia.

The next few messages are all from that same day. "Are you fucking serious? Since when do you just not show up at all? I had to cover for your ass."

"Seriously man, where are you? You can't just make me do all your work, you know. I'm coming over to your place once I'm done here."

Chuuya is quieter in the last one: "Dazai, where are you? Did you even get home last night? Don't tell me you actually fucking killed yourself. Call me."

There are two messages from the very next day: "Fuck, are you even getting these messages? Or are just ignoring me? I had to tell the boss that I don't know where you are. I think he's pissed, but, you know... kinda hard to tell."

"Dazai, are you actually gone?"

The day after, Chuuya's voice is quiet: "The boss officially branded you as traitor today... Are you?"

The next messages are spread over a few days. "They went through your stuff. I think the boss thought for a while that I know where you are. He's stopped asking now..." There is a pause before Chuuya continues: "Fuck, if I knew, I would have already come and kicked your ass."

"You're such a fucking asshole, you know that? Just disappearing like that." A pause and then a quiet: "You're still alive, right?"

"I think the boss has people tailing me. Thanks, asshole. This your fault."

"They stopped watching me, I think. I guess, the boss actually believes that I have no clue now."

There is a significant gap in time between this and the previous message. "The search for you has officially been called off. We're still supposed to keep an eye out, but no one's actively looking anymore." Chuuya pauses for a moment. "Honestly, I don't know if I should be relieved or pissed off." He laughs dryly. "Fuck it. You still piss me off."

There is nothing on one message. Just the quiet static the phone generates.

The messages get fewer and fewer over time.

"Ha... I'm an idiot, huh? Don't even know why I keep calling; you're not listening anyway."

This message starts with heavy breathing before Chuuya speaks: "Ngh, don't listen to this, I just need a distraction. ...Fuck, this hurts. I'm blaming you, by the way. Wouldn't have happened if you hadn't fucked off." He takes a shuddering breath. "Shit. I probably should get this looked at, huh? ...Fuck."

It takes a while before Chuuya starts speaking, his voice oddly quiet: "Dazai, are you still alive? Do these messages go through? I... I don't know why I keep asking. It's pointless anyway. " He sighs. "Even if they did, you don't care, huh? You just left... Left all of us. And I have to deal with the mess you made... As always." There is a slight rasp to his voice as he continues: "Akutagawa's been a fucking wreck, not that you'd care. You really messed him up." There is a long pause, and Dazai almost wonders if Chuuya forgot to stop the recording. "I don't know how to deal with any of this... Fuck, why am I still talking?"

"Hey... it's been a while. Ha, I say that as if you'd listen. It's stupid, I know but... It's been almost a year since you disappeared. I don't know why I feel so... so... I don't know. Conflicted? Ane-san said that's to be expected. I don't get it. I should be fucking glad that you're finally gone for good." Chuuya sighs. "Sometimes, I am. Mostly, it's just weird. The boss tried to get me a new partner for a while. That, uh, that didn't work out. I don't need one anyway. It's not like I needed you in the first place. So... " He stays quiet for a moment. "I just wanted to say, if you're still out there... Fuck you."

The next message follows almost half a year later. "You, you bastard." Chuuya is clearly drunk in this one. "You fucking asshole. You just left. You seriously just left." There is the distinct clinking of glass on glass. Perhaps Chuuya has put down his drink. His voice gets quieter after the initial outburst. "You left without a fucking word. Did I really mean nothing to you? Did, did these years mean fucking nothing?" He sniffs quietly. "I thought we were friends, asshole." Chuuya sighs. The glass makes another sound before Chuuya audibly swallows. Probably drinking wine. "Guess I was wrong. You didn't give a shit about me, did you? No, you only cared about Oda and yourself. That's why you left, right? Because the one person you gave a shit about kicked the bucket. Doesn't matter what the rest of us think or feel." The glass shatters. Chuuya stays quiet for a while. "Fuck. Well, at least it was empty." He laughs humorlessly. "Just like everything else." He sighs. "I guess... I guess I'm glad you're gone. I know the boss did some shit to you. You never talked about it, but I'm not as stupid as you think, asshole. Sometimes I just wish..." There is a long pause. Very quietly, Chuuya adds: "I miss you sometimes."

There is another message from the day after. Chuuya sounds worn out when he speaks: "Fucking hell. My phone says I called you last night. Can't remember a thing. And I can't delete whatever I said." He sighs. "I mean, I guess you won't listen to it anyway, so it doesn't really matter. Whatever."

Time passes until the following message. "-it. That's not-" Chuuya sounds frantic, there is gunfire in the background. "Fuck, I need to-" The message gets cut off.

A second message from the same day starts only with breathing and a steady dripping sound. "Ane-san? Can you- can you hear me? Fuck, I can't see. Is this even the right number? Shit. Where even-" Chuuya coughs, causing a quiet splattering sound. "Fuck, she's gonna kill me if I die here - Wait..." He pauses. "I think I lost more blood than I thought..."

Two days later, Chuuya has called again: "I'm alive, not that you'd care. I'm only calling because I've got nothing else to do. Got put on bedrest. Ane-san's gonna bring me some books later but right now I'm bored." There is some quiet fabric rustling. "And I'm alone, so no one else to talk to. At least I can pretend that I'm talking to someone like this. So..." Chuuya trails off for a moment. "Crap, now I don't know what to say." He sighs. "I guess, I'm wondering once again if you're still alive. Which sucks, because I'd honestly rather not think about you at all. We've got some reports that claim to have spotted you, but no follow-up worked out. Which doesn't surprise me." He grumbles something unintelligible. "I still sometimes get people asking me about you. As if I'd know anything! Akutagawa actually tried to threaten me at one point for information." Chuuya snorts. "He didn't try that again, that's for sure." There is a knock in the background. "Huh?" Chuuya startles. "Uh, yeah, co-" The message ends abruptly.

There is only one message left. It's barely a week old. "Hey," Chuuya says, voice calm. "It's been two years since you left. I think I'm used to it by now. Fucked up that it took me so long, honestly." He pauses. "You know, wherever you are, I hope you feel better than you did here. It was probably for the best that you got out when you did. I know, you would have never admitted it, but you were falling apart. I don't think many people noticed. But I did. Because, I think, that's what partners are supposed to do. Not that you were good at that." He huffs a quiet laugh. "Maybe I'm not giving you enough credit. You noticed way too much stupid shit. But I think you missed some important stuff, too. For instance, the fact that I did actually care about you. I know, surprised me too!" Chuuya hums quietly. "So, if you're still alive, take care of yourself. You always sucked at that. I won't leave another message. It's time to move on." After a short pause, he adds: "Goodbye, Dazai."

Dazai keeps staring at his phone for a while after the last message has ended. Chuuya had tried to reach him over these past two years. Multiple times. Perhaps, Dazai really did overlook some things. He smiles, as he types in the number he's heard so often in the past few hours.

He's greeted by a familiar recording: "Can't talk right now, leave a message if it's important." "Hey Chuuya~," Dazai says, voice cheerful. "Check out the Armed Detective Agency."

"You have one new message." Dazai grins a few hours later as he looks at his phone.

"You fucking asshole. Welcome back."

[thelittlesttimelord]

The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 27

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 27 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 27/? SUMMARY: Elise Smith is now a teenaged Timelord. In addition to losing the Ponds, the fields of Trenzalore are calling. But first they have to figure out exactly who Clara Oswald is.

[A/N - I had this all formatted and ready to go and then Tumblr deleted all my text.]

The Doctor walked up to the captain. “All we needed to do was let Skaldak go and he'd have forgotten us. But you attacked him. You declared war. Harm one of us and you harm us all. That's the ancient Martian code.”

A beeping noise was coming from the Professor’s headphones.

“You hear that? Skaldak has sent out a distress call. He will bring down the fires of hell just for laying a glove on him.”

“Unless you talk to it?”

“I'm the only one who can.”

“No. Out of the question. We're not losing you. I'll do it.”

“What?”

“You can talk to it through me.”

“Skaldak won't talk to you. You're an enemy soldier.”

“And how would he know that?”

“A soldier knows another soldier. He'll smell it on you. Smell it on you a mile off.”

“And he wouldn't smell it on you, Doctor?”

“Just let me in there before it's too late. It can't be you or any of your men.”

“Well, it can't be you.”

“Oh for god’s sake,” Elise groaned, rolling her eyes. She stepped forward. “I’ll do it.”

The Doctor spun around. “You? No! No! No way. You're not going in there alone, Elise. Absolutely not. No, no. Never.”

“You promised! No more training wheels. Let me prove myself.”

The Doctor sighed. “Ellie…”

“No! Don’t ‘Ellie’ me. I’m yours and River’s daughter. If anyone can do this, it’s me. So come on. Let me be your brave, clever girl.”

The Doctor finally walked up to her. “One sign of danger and I’m pulling you out, understood?”

Elise nodded and he placed his hands on her temples.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Elise opened the door to the torpedo room and stepped inside. She placed the radio headset on her head. She had initially argued against it, but the Doctor wouldn’t let her leave without it.

“Ready, Elise?” her father asked her.

Elise nodded, running through the procedure the Doctor had implanted in her mind.

“Okay.”

“Grand Marshal Skaldak.” Elise clenched her fist and placed it against her left shoulder. “Sovereign of the Tharsyssian caste. By the moons, I honor thee.”

“You can step closer to him,” the Doctor told her.

Elise confidently stepped closer to him. “Grand Marshal, we're sorry about this. It isn't what you deserve.”

The power went out.

“Great,” Elise muttered.

“It’s okay, Elise. Keep going,” her father encouraged her.

“You're a long way from home. Five thousand years adrift in time. Please, let us help you. You are not our enemy.”

“And yet I am in chains,” Skaldak said.

HELP ME! The Doctor heard her scream in his mind. Timelords were connected telepathically, but normally Elise kept her mental barriers up, but he heard her clear as day.

The Doctor’s voice came over the PA system. “You are restrained until we can trust each other, Skaldak. You would do exactly the same in my position, and don't even think about using that sonic weapon. Not in the torpedo room.”

Torpedo room? That was great. She was standing in a room full of bombs.

“I was Fleet Commander of the Nix Tharsyss. My daughter stood by me. It was her first taste of action. We sang the songs of the Old Times. The Songs of the Red Snow. Five thousand years. Now my daughter will be dust. Only dust.”

“You have a daughter?” Elise asked. She could use this. “I’m a daughter myself. So I know how it feels to be connected to someone on that level.”

“Your people live on Skaldak. Scattered all across the universe. And Mars will rise again, I promise you. Just let me help you,” the Doctor begged.

“We can get you back to your family,” Elise told him.

“I require no help. There will be no help.”

Elise stepped closer to Skaldak.

“Careful, Elise,” the Doctor told her.

“I'm okay.”

“No, listen, Elise, don't get too close.”

As Elise got closer to him, she realized something was very wrong. “We might have a slight problem.”

“What?”

Elise reached out and touched the helmet. It fell back, revealing an empty void. “He’s gone!”

“Gone? Gone? Gone? What do you mean, gone?”

“Gone! As in, not here anymore!”

“It is time I learned the measure of my enemies. And what this vessel is capable of,” Skaldak’s voice said.

“No, no, no. Skaldak!” the Doctor yelled.

“Harm one of us and you harm us all. By the Moons, this I swear.”

“Elise, get out of there. Get out!”

Elise ran to the door and struggled to get it open. As soon as it was open, something ran past Elise and the others.

“Elise! Elise!” the Doctor yelled.

Elise quickly got up and stepped out of the torpedo room.

“Elise!” The Doctor ran up to her and started fussing over her.

Elise batted his hands away. “I’m fine! I’m okay! Now, where did he go?”

“Doctor? The signal. It's stopped,” the Professor said.

The Doctor grabbed the headphones and listened. “Skaldak got no answer from his Martian brothers. Now he's given up hope.”

“Hope of what?” the captain asked.

“Being rescued. He thinks he's been abandoned. He's got nothing left to lose.”

“But what can he do, stuck down here like the rest of us? How bad can it be?”

“This sub's stuffed with nuclear missiles, Zhukov. It's fat with them. What do you think Skaldak's going to do when he finds that out? How bad can it be? How bad can it be? It couldn't be any worse.”

There was a crashing noise and water started pouring in.

“Did you have to ask that?” Elise snapped.

“Okay. Spoke to soon.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 They back to the control room, where the captain addressed the crew.

“Comrades, you know our situation. The reactor is drowned. We are totally reliant on battery power and our air is running out. Rescue is unlikely, but we still have a mission to fulfill. If the Doctor is right, then we are all that stands between this creature and the destruction of the world. Control of one missile is all he needs. We are expendable, comrades. Our world is not. I know I can rely on every one of you to do his duty without fail. That is all.”

The crew went in search of weapons.

“Even if a missile did get launched, that wouldn't be it, would it?” Clara asked the Doctor.

“It?”

“End of the world. Game over. I mean, what if they fired one by accident. What would happen then?”

“I told you, Clara. Earth is like a storm waiting to break, right now. Both sides baring their teeth, talking up war. It would only take one tiny spark.”

“Yeah, but the world didn't end in 1983, did it, or I wouldn't be here.”

Elise shook her head. “That’s not how time works. History's in flux. It can be changed. Re-written.”

The crew came back with rifles.

“How many of us are left?” the Doctor asked the captain.

“Twelve. And we can't find Stepashin.”

“We split up and comb this sub. One team stays here to guard the bridge.”

“That's it? That's the plan?”

“Well, it's either that or we stay here and wait for him to kill us.”

“Okay.”

“Is it true you've never seen one outside of its shell suit?” Clara asked the Doctor.

“Shell suit? Clara!” Clara shrugged.

“For an Ice Warrior to leave its armor is the gravest dishonor. Skaldak is desperate. He is deadly and we have got to find him.”

“Will this help?” the Professor asked, holding up the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver.

“Ah! You saved it!” The Doctor grabbed it from him.

Elise pulled out her sonic screwdriver.

“You’ve had that the whole time!” the Doctor yelled.

Elise shrugged. “They didn’t search me, remember? And you never said anything.”

“It was on the floor with this,” the Professor said. He held up a Barbie doll.

The Doctor took it and kissed it. “Ah, Professor, I could kiss you.”

“If you insist.”

“Later.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“So, why have you got a cattle prod on a submarine?” Clara asked as they ventured through the submarine.

“Polar bears,” the Professor said.

“Ah, right.”

“We run across them when we're drilling. Can be quite nasty, you know.”

“I'd swap one for an Ice Warrior any day. Cuddlier.”

“Courage, my dear. I always sing a song.”

Elise rolled her eyes as the Doctor set off a series of alarms.

“What?”

“To keep my spirits up.”

“Yeah, that would work, if this was Pinocchio.”

“Do you know Hungry like the Wolf?”

“What?”

“Duran Duran. One of my favorites. Come on.”

“I'm not singing a song.”

The Doctor opened a hatch and stuck his head inside.

There was a growl.

“What was that?” Clara asked.

“Pressure. Just pressure. We're seven hundred meters down, remember?” the Doctor reassured them.

“Don't worry about it. Think of something else,” the Professor said. He started singing. “I am hungry like the wolf.”

Elise scrunched her nose in disgust. This body preferred pop-punk and rock music, unlike her first body who preferred music from the 60’s and 70’s. Apparently her bodies matched the music they liked with the way they dressed.

“I'm not singing,” Clara told the Professor.

“Don't you know it?”

“Course I know it. We do it at karaoke, the odd hen night.”

“Karaoke? Hen night? You speak excellent Russian, my dear, but sometimes I don't understand a word you're talking about.”

Suddenly there were screams and the group started running towards them.

The bodies were completely torn apart.

Elise screamed.

The Doctor rushed over to her and she hid her face in his coat.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he cooed.

This Elise may have been more confident, but seeing people die still affected her. The last time she’d seen devastation like this was when she was escaping Gallifrey.

“Good God. Torn apart. It's a monster, a savage,” the Professor said.

“No, Professor. Not savage. Forensic. Well, he's dismantled them. Skaldak's learning. Learning all about you. Your strengths, your weaknesses. Come on.” He gently led Elise out of the room and the group went down a passageway.

The Doctor helped Elise to sit down as he soniced a porthole. “Stay here,” he told Clara and Elise.

“Okay,” Clara said, answering for the comatose Timelord.

“Stay here. Don't argue.”

“I'm not.”

“Right. Good.” He went up a ladder, leaving Elise and Clara with the Professor.

He reminded Elise of someone. Someone she couldn’t quite place.

[fluffy-yoongi]

“Well, what do you think?”

You’re mind was racing at the suggestion your boyfriend just made. Walk down the red carpet with him? At the Grammy’s? Sure, the two of you had been together for nearly 4 years, and been public for around half of the relationship, but you’d never been photographed or done an event with just him. All the guys were going, but Yoongi was on double duty being nominated not only for group with BTS, but for record of the year for a song he had produced on Halsey’s new album.

“I don’t even have anything to wear.” It wasn’t your first though, your first thought was hell no, I can’t handle that, but you also didn’t want to show your boyfriend how nervous you were.

Your boyfriend laughed as he leaned into kiss your cheek. “Babe, you’re not only dating THE Min Yoongi, but you’re walking down the carpet with me and BTS. If you have an outfit you want, talk to one of the stylist, they can get it. I know it seems terrifying, but you have me, and all the boys, right beside you. You can squeeze my hand until you break my fingers if you need to.”

You don’t know how you lucked out meeting one of the sweetest guys in the world, but you were so happy you did. You pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, then took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Really?” His face broke into one of the biggest gummy smiles you’d ever seen him display. It was right up there with the smile he gave you after your first kiss, when you said i love you for the first time and when you first moved in together. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the sight. “Plus, we have some time off before the show, so if you want, we can fly out a few days early. Maybe do some shopping, go to the beach, or just lay in a fancy hotel room and order carts of room service.”

“Hmmm, I like the sound of that. I mini vacation with just my boyfriend?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and left but an inch between your bodies. “Maybe we just stay in the room the whole time?” You let the words linger in his ear as a whisper and felt his jaw clench at your words.

“We can do that, until Sunday.” He’d been with you long enough to know that you were trying to get him to skip the show. “Now,” he placed a kiss on your forehead before breaking your hold, “I have to get to the studio. I’ll be home before dinner. Find a something you want to wear and send it to the stylists.” And with one final kiss, he threw on a coat and shoes, then headed off the studio.

You spent the rest of the morning looking at recent runways to see if there was anything you liked, but everything just seemed so bland. There were some vintage YSL dresses you’d always loved, but you didn’t know the reality of getting them for the carpet.

“He did say anything...” You thought out loud while Holly slept across your outstretched legs.

“Well, Holly, here goes nothing...” You gave him a few scratches as you set your phone down and reached for the remote to the tv. It was still about 6 weeks before the Grammy’s so hopefully you could get the dress.

The next few weeks seemed to somehow fly by, and before you knew it, you and Yoongi were taking off to LA for your mini vacation before the rest of the boys and crew came. You had a text message waiting for you as soon as you landed, and it was from the stylist.

The next few days flew by. You and Yoongi left the room once to go watch the sunrise, but it was so seldom you had more than 12 hours uninterrupted, to have 72 of them before everyone arrived on Friday felt like a dream. Plus, You knew Satuday he would be doing interviews all day, and Sunday You’d both be getting ready, so it was nice to just be together. You had been together long enough, that just laying in each other’s arms while watching reruns on cable just felt comfortable together. You didn’t need to talk or go out or anything like that to be content and happy, and you loved that about him.

Saturday arrived and while the boys were out doing interviews, you tried on the dress and went over what styling you wanted to do with the look. “I was thinking an old hollywood look with hair and makeup, just some earrings and having my body just glow?”

“We’re on the same page. I brought some reference photos for you, but Inthink the accessories and shoes I’ve pulled will be perfect.”

The dress fit like a glove, and for the first time you were getting excited, rather than nervous.

You changed back into your t-shirt and leggings while the stylist hid everything in her room so yoongi wouldn’t find it. “Hair ans Makeup will be here at 10, I’ll chase Yoongi out when they get here for you.”

You said thank you, then she left the room, and you settled back into the bed and turned on a movie so your boyfriend wouldn’t suspect anything when he arrived back. When he got back, he tried to press you for any information on what you were wearing, but you kept your lips sealed. The two of you snuggled in for a full nights sleep, and before you knew it, he was waking you up to let you know breakfast had arrived.

“Are you sure we can’t get ready together?” His eyes shifted up from the toast he was spreading jam on to you.

“Yes. I want to surprise you. You’ve never seen me fully glammed and dressed up. I see you in suits and tuxes all the time. Think of it as a late christmas gift.”

He let out a soft sigh, and small pout before finishing his breakfast and hopping in the shower. “You can join me if you want.” His little head poked out from behind the bathroom door.

“Fine, but then you have to go to the boys, so I can get ready.”

If he could have made the shower last 3 hours he would have, but you shut it down after about a half an hour because you didn’t want to get pruny. “Babeeee. Please, just five more minutes.” He planted soft kisses on your bare shoulder.

“Hair and makeup is going to be here in 15 minutes.” You’re body was getting cold from being wet, but still warm from the touch of your boyfriend.

“Fine.” He stuck his lips out in a pout before wrapping you up in a towel, followed by himself. You could help but laugh at his pout, leaning into a playful kiss. “I’ve just loved being here the last few days, like a real couple, why can’t we do this as a couple too?”

“We can for every other event until we’re old and wrinkled.” You slipped on the pullover your boyfriend had slept in as he grabbed some sweat pants from his luggage. “Now, go hang out with the boys and get ready. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

He left you with one last lingering kiss before he left making you feel almost like you were high. You had about 4 minutes to regain your composure before there was a knock on the door. Hair, makeup and your dress were all out there waiting.

You had three photos for the hair and makeup team to show them the kind of look you wanted. You also showed them the dress. The all agreed, soft makeup, swept back hair and glowing skin was the way to go with the dress. You didn’t realize it would take so long, but after nearly 3 hours, hair and makeup was done.

Next came getting dressed. You could feel the knot in your stomach knowing this was the last thing you need to do. You slipped on the dress, put in vintage earring yoongi had gotten you for your birthday, a pair of black YSL heels, and took one last breath before you went to walk out the door.

You grabbed your phone and saw a message from your boyfriend waiting for you.

You smiled, then headed down to the lobby. You saw the boys before they saw you. You slowly walked into the lobby, heels clicking on the title floor. Everyone began to complement you, but everything went silent when you saw your boyfriends face. He started studding you for a few seconds, then a smile completely engulfed his face and he had to look away. You’d seen him have this reaction to you before, but it was never when you were wearing something in public.

You walked up to him, and he stood up, taking you hand and having you spin. “I already knew you were the must beautiful woman in the world, but damn.”

He couldn’t stop scanning your body, and you felt a warmth grow inside. “So you like it? I look okay?” You asked, your nerves fading with each soft stroke of this thumb on the back of your hand.

“I couldn’t even have imagined something this beautiful.” He placed a soft kiss on your cheek slightly lingering with his nose on your face.

“Come on love birds, the cars are here. You can have you own.” Namjoon broke the two of you out of your trance, and Yoongi laced his fingers with yours as he lead you to the door.

You stopped him and leaded in for a kiss before you walked out the door. You brushed your lips against his as he was still lingering from the kiss and whispered. “By the way, this dress is so tight, I’m not wearing anything underneath it.”

And with that, your boyfriend turned the color of a tomato as you drug him to the car.

[shnuggletea]

I already posted my ANs earlier today but I’m doing it again in case they got lost in the void that is Tumblr sometimes. Getting the word out is key to get what I need but if you read my earlier post, feel free to skip the ANs. They’re all at the bottom.

Fanfiction HERE

AO3 HERE

Chapter 19

She half expected him to be at the gate, waiting for her at the end of school. Partly disappointed to find him not there, she continued her way to the Crown, her shift starting soon. Makoto had her cooking club again and Ami was working on a Science fair project. Minako told her to wait for her to leave school, but she wasn't going to sit around for the blonde. Her tardiness was just as legendary as hers.

In the dark break room, she shoved her coat into her locker and pulled her neatly folded work uniform out of her book bag. The Crown had a simple uniform for its servers, black bottoms and a solid colored top. No print of any kind was allowed on the shirt and it couldn't be too bright. And shoes could be anything as long as they weren't sandals or flip-flops.

She liked to copy Rachel from "Friends", wearing a tight black skirt that stopped just above her knees and a long-sleeved shirt with a rounded neckline. Today, it was a light pink color. She had it tucked in as part of the dress code, but she would have anyway.

With deft fingers, she braided her tails and wrapped them around her buns, creating two loops that hung from their length. The last thing she ever wanted working here was for a tail to drop into some ketchup or a milkshake.

Pulling her tennis shoes on, she stood and straightened her apron, brushing away imaginary dust as she stepped out and into her shift.

It was still bright and sunny outside, a nice day. It was easy to forget the darkness that had been this morning and the night before. Not that she could. Even though her heart pounded at the thought of being in Mamoru's arms, it also hurt, remembering how he called out for Serenity while trying to make love to her.

Then she clamped down on herself, knowing it was far too late, only now remembering that Mamoru could once again feel and hear/see her every thought. Wherever he was or whatever he was doing, it wouldn't be long until he showed up. Looking around, no one near or in need of her attention, she shut her eyes and focused, trying to find him. It didn't take long, his warmth draping over her, and it startled her a bit. Their connection was so much more than it had been before.

The result of his energy inside her no doubt.

"Tsukino-chan!"

Lost in her thoughts yet again, she jumped at the hand that grabbed her shoulder. At the defensive, she had to calm herself quickly when she found Ginga-san's sister standing next to her. A smile was plastered on her face and it barely hid her disdain for Usagi.

If she dislikes me so much, then why is she talking to me?

"Have you seen Mamoru today?"

Well, there you go…

Not really sure if she should be honest or not, she shook her head at the girl. "No, not for a while now."

It had been a while since she had seen him this morning. "Oh. I guess I will wait then. He usually comes by this time of day right?"

She was asking her again. Expecting her to give her insight into Mamoru. "I guess so."

Ginga glared at her, "You know very well when he is or isn't here. I see you flirting with him shamelessly any time he's around!"

"Excuse me?" She was pretty sure she never flirted with Mamoru. Not in public anyway and the other stuff he initiated. There were a few times when they were here, but Ginga hadn't been here..had she?

"And the way you treated my brother?!"

She had almost forgotten the incident with her brother. Or that the two of them were related. She really didn't want to get back to all of that again so she went back to work, going around Ginga and making her way to a table that just sat down.

Ginga left or sat down somewhere, she really wasn't sure but she let the girl slip from her mind completely. Time passed and Mamoru still had yet to make an appearance. She could feel him but she wasn't sure how near or far he was from her. Something she would have to figure out with time. Either way, he must have been giving her the space that she never asked for but clearly needed. Her mind and heart were still a mess.

She was walking a tray of food over to a table and didn't see the bookbag strap in her way. It caught and wrapped around her foot and almost sent her flying. But hands caught her, stilling her and her tray of food. Looking up, fully prepared to thank her rescuer, her voice stopped in her throat, Ginga-san giving her a sad grin.

He released her quickly enough and she delivered the food, finding him still near her once she was done.

"Tsukino-chan, may we talk?"

Her tray still in her hands, she pulled it in tight to her chest. "Alright."

"In private?"

"No."

He didn't push, following her as she returned her tray to the kitchen window. "I am really sorry about the other day."

She softened, unable to hold any grudge. "I forgive you."

His face lit up, "Really?"

She shrugged easily, "Yeah, of course. I don't hold grudges Ginga-san."

He nodded, looking away from her to the floor in thought. "Yeah, I get that about you."

Silence grew between them and she was ready to move on. "Okay, so...no worries right?"

Planning on walking away and thinking no more on the subject, she was a bit surprised when he reached out and grabbed her elbow. It wasn't a hard grasp, she could break away from it easily. But for some reason, she couldn't all at the same time. That feeling she got from him before was back, a painful tingling up her arm having a slightly numbing effect on her mind. It wasn't as strong as the first time, allowing her to keep most of her wits about her. But she was curious, wanting to figure out what this was, what he was doing when he touched her.

"Will you go out with me, Usagi-chan?"

A fire flared in her at his use of her informal name yet again. "No Ginga-san, I will not."

He looked genuinely shocked as if he truly expected a different response from her. The fuzzy feeling in her mind grew a little and his grip tightened slightly. Neither hurt nor affected her ability to think clearly, but she felt it just the same.

"Why not?"

She shook her head, opening her mouth to speak, but did not get the chance. "Because she is already spoken for."

Mamoru appeared at her side, pulling her arm gently from Ginga's grasp and her closer to him. "Usagi-chan?"

Again she tried to speak but was cut off. "You really shouldn't be addressing her so informally."

There was malice in Mamoru's voice, but really he just sounded cocky. "And just what should I call her?"

Mamoru put a finger to his chin as if honestly thinking about it. "You could call her Tsukino. But to be honest, you really should call her Chiba."

Her mouth hung open, any and all words she could say getting lost as they fell to the floor from her gaping lips. Irritated, she pulled herself from Mamoru's touch, forgetting for a second that they no longer needed to touch. He was goading her through their connection with memories of their moment that morning in one another's arms.

Ginga-san had started to shake a little. "Tsukino-chan, who is this guy?"

Mamoru bested her again, sticking a hand out for Ginga-san to shake, blocking him from her as he had taken a small step towards her. "Chiba Mamoru, Usagi's husband."

No way Ginga was going to shake Mamoru's hand so she knocked it down, glaring up at him while he smirked. "He's my boyfriend."

She really didn't think of him as either but she knew that calling him her boyfriend would be two birds, one stone. It would put Ginga-san in his place and Mamoru would take a slight hit to his pride. She wished she could knock his pride more, use it as a hockey puck, but she was sure she was not that cruel of a person.

"He's your WHAT?!"

They all spun, finding Ginga-san's sister standing a few steps away, seething. She had never seen a girl look so crazed before. At least not over a boy.

Mamoru grabbed her and pulled her a little closer to him, the notion only making Ginga growl. Seijuro left the two of them, walking carefully over to his sister as if she were in fact the bomb she so closely resembled.

"Come now Natsumi, we should go home. Now!"

Natsumi pulled her arm out of his grasp roughly, still glaring at her. "This isn't over, Tsukino. Not by a long shot!"

Natsumi stormed out, her brother following after like a little puppy. "You and that girl in some kind of battle?"

She shrugged, "Not that I'm aware of." He tugged her, gaining her full attention and her irritation flared back up. "You! How could you!"

She swatted him but he just chuckled, grabbing her hands and holding them still. "What? I just told the truth."

Rolling her eyes, she released a rueful sigh. "Please do not go around telling people we're married, Mamoru. They will get the wrong impression."

"And what impression is that exactly?"

"That it's true!"

He pulled her in close, so close she feared he was about to kiss her in front of everyone. "But it is true. You're just letting this whole death and rebirth thing cloud your judgment." Feeling her nervousness, he pulled away quickly. "Relax Usako, no one is even paying attention to us."

He released her, putting her hands on her hips in full fuss mode. "What are you doing here anyway? Is this once again your version of space?"

"No, I had fully intended on waiting until you were off work."

"So...what are you doing here?"

He took a step back, sitting down on the nearby stool. "Did you really expect me to sit back and do nothing while some kid manhandles my wife?"

"I am not your…"

"My girlfriend then. He was working some weird magic on you, Usako. Did you not feel it? I did. Something is up with that guy."

Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at him some more. "Of course, I did! Why do you think I allowed him to touch me in the first place? I was trying to figure out what he was and what he was doing!"

Her hands now missing from them, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, forcing her to put her hands out to keep him at a, albeit small, distance. "Yeah, letting him manhandle you."

"The only one manhandling me is you!"

He chuckled and her heart raced, internally cursing her deep attraction to him. "And that is how it should be." She shook her head at him but he just grinned. "You look beautiful by the way."

Glancing down at herself, as if she forgot what she was wearing, she looked back up at him incredulously. "It's the same thing I always wear here."

"Yeah, well now I'm smart enough to tell you, you look beautiful."

As if to prove his point, he tugged playfully on one of her braided rings, causing her to giggle and blush madly. Then he stole a kiss. It was a quick peck on the lips but it left a lingering impression nonetheless, pulling at her lips for a second as he pulled away. They watched one another for a second and then he leaned in, wanting to kiss her again but this time she stopped him.

"You're going to get me fired."

"You don't need this job anyway."

She shrugged out of his hold a bit. "Great, now my job is an issue? I'm not going to mooch off the boys any more than I already have."

"Then don't, mooch off of me."

"Mamo, I am not moving in with you!"

He pulled her back to him, smirking at the smile she was barely containing. "Why not?"

"Because I don't trust your intentions."

He froze, his mouth hanging wide open, but he couldn't deny it either. Shutting his mouth, he let out a sigh. "Fine, then go back to your parents."

Her heart stopped. "What?"

"Go back to your parents."

"That is not an option Mamo, they would be in danger and I can't risk it."

Continuing with their tug of war, he pulled her in again. "Then let me risk it. Move back home and I will protect them. All of you. They will be safe and you will be in their care."

She stared at him, slack-jawed. There was no doubt that he meant it and honestly believed he could keep them all safe. And even though she wasn't as confident as he was, the fact that he was willing to do so much to make her happy, to send her home was overwhelming. Even if it was a bit self-serving, getting her out of a house full of men, he didn't intend it that way. He offered for her, not himself.

Her fingers curled around his neck, pulling him to her so hard and fast, it surprised both of them. But he recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. Just as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she felt it, pushing him away hard and fast. But not fast enough. He had just enough time to look at her with concern and confusion before half of the wall to the front of the arcade splintered apart, blasting inward on all those inside.

She was thrown to the floor, Mamoru's body covering hers. He rolled off of her in an instant, pulling her up with him as he got up off the floor. Taking his hand, she pulled him behind the counter, intending on going into the backroom to transform. But a large pile of cement and wood now blocked them from it. They could get through, but it would take time and they didn't have any.

A woman walked through the hole, or rather, she looked like a woman in many respects. Pale green skin peeked out of the dark red, skin-tight bodysuit. Pink hair that matched Usagi's shirt, spilled down her back while gold coiled around her arms and legs. She was very pretty for a Cardigan, as that voice called the one earlier.

Mamoru shoved her behind him and she let him, only so she could peek around the side of him.

"WHERE IS TSUKINO!"

Then he shoved her down behind the counter, falling to her knees hard. Fear made her heart race, but it was not her own. It was Mamoru's. The man who feared nothing, not even death, and here he was afraid for her?

"Mamoru! Where is she!"

"I don't know. Why don't you try the ladies' room?"

The fear he felt did not show in his voice in the slightest and she found herself craving to see what it looked like on his face. Not sure what she would find, she crept around the corner of the counter. Mamoru appeared in her sights, she drank him in. He looked the same, stoic and determined. He had stepped away from the counter and did all he could to not look her way.

"FINE! You don't want to tell me? I will just start killing EVERYONE in this room until she is handed over!"

Mamoru paled, that much she could see, and in her mind he was begging her to stay put. But as she heard the screams of someone else, her heart broke, or rather Mamoru's did knowing she was going to reveal herself.

She popped up and the Cardigan's eyes went straight to her, dropping the young boy she had in her grasp.

"I will come with you if you leave everyone else alone."

The creature laughed, "Oh you are hardly in any position to bargain!"

It shimmered and disappeared, popping up right beside her behind the counter. Grabbing her arm, she threw Usagi out and over, almost landing painfully on the other side, but Mamoru caught her. This only angered the creature more.

Shimmering again, she appeared between them, the force knocking them both backward. Her towards the door and Mamoru back deeper into the arcade.

Pain ripped through her skull, a scream coming from her while the womanoid cackled, pulling her by one of her braided loops. The same one Mamoru had just teased her with.

"I am going to suck you dry and leave your corpse high in the trees to rot. They won't find it till you are unrecognizable."

She tugged on her locks, stuck tight in the creature's grip. "Kami you're sick. Did your Masters make you like this?!"

It cackled again, pulling her in tighter, the strands screaming for release at her scalp. "Masters? I have no Master, I am my own!"

The creature's free hand went to her throat and started to squeeze. Then she was knocked away, both of them falling to the floor, Mamoru on top of the beast. He rolled off, grabbing Usagi off the floor and pulling her towards the hole. They were almost there when she appeared before them again.

It raised a hand at both of them. "Give her to me and you can live!" Mamoru shoved her behind him, giving it his answer. "Are you really going to let him die for you?"

She felt the energy Mamoru was pooling and she gripped his hand, stopping him from revealing himself with a shake of her head at him. "I am not going to let her have you."

"If you reveal yourself, they will never stop coming for either of us."

They whispered, not needing to be louder than a hush on their breaths, their connection carrying their words the rest of the way. She moved to go around him and he stopped her, grabbing her wrist in a death grip. Glaring at him, he squeezed his eyes shut at the onslaught of emotions and thoughts she sent his way.

"Stop! Just stop alright? I'm not losing you again!"

She ripped her hand away from his, "And I refuse to watch you die again."

"Are you two finished?!"

They both turned to glare at the creature, her hair standing on end in her fury. She had to hold back the giggle that wanted to release when Mamoru thought about the little troll dolls, comparing the creature to them. He disguised his chuckle as a cough when she thought about the jewel on the trolls in their belly buttons and wondered if they could make a wish.

Both their smiles fell when she was grabbed up again by her hair. "What is your problem with my hair?!"

Her free hand reached over and grabbed Usagi's wrist, deciding to go ahead and drain her now. She felt the pull and she wasn't sure if she should let her take it or resist? Would she have figured out that she was Sailor Moon if she was able to keep herself from getting drained?

Mamoru moved for her again, ignoring her looks and calls to him in her mind. He stopped when another figure shimmered next to the woman.

"An! Let her go now!"

Mamoru watched for a second, looking back at her and smirking. Then he changed directions, grabbing the blue-haired creature that matched the woman he stood next to.

"NO! You let him go!"

"Not as much fun to see the life of the one you love threatened is it?"

Mamoru held the guy in a chokehold, his forearm pressing against the creature's windpipe. He had taken a big risk, assuming they had similar bodily functions. But the creature was clearly struggling to breathe now.

"How about we make a trade?"

She glanced over at her capture, finding the woman struggling to make a decision. The look on the other creature's face was too cruel.

Mamoru shook his head at her. "Don't you feel sorry for them, Usako, they attacked first." She could feel the tears in her eyes, looking back at Mamoru who shook his head harder. "No, no way! Not until you are safe!"

She had distracted him, the creature he held elbowing him hard in the ribs, causing Mamoru to loosen his hold just enough for the creature to break free and blast Mamoru with a strange energy.

"Mamoru!"

The creature that held her screamed out at the exact same time as she had, something Usagi did not miss as she looked back up to stare at the woman. She glared back, fire in her eyes as if she could catch Usagi on fire with a look.

"This is all YOUR fault!"

Releasing her hair, the creature backhanded her, sending her flying across the room. In a flash, it was on her again, its hands around her neck, cutting off all oxygen. Black invaded her vision, spots that got larger and larger by the second.

She could feel Mamoru's power swelling, fully ready to blast this creature into oblivion and reveal himself to the enemy and the world. She begged him, through their link, not to. But he wasn't listening, taking blow after blow from the second creature that kept him from her. So focused on getting to her that he wasn't even fighting back save to get free of the beast.

Heat hit her face, a flame rushing past her, barely missing her as it funneled into the creature that held her down. The creature released a loud screech, the sound disappearing mid-scream as it shimmered away. Then the sound of glass crushing under feet rang out in the silence that now filled her ears, even Mamoru was silent. Red and purple fluttered above her, her vision still blurry while her throat burned.

"Geez... Pyro… you almost… singed me."

Mars' glare was the last thing she saw before slipping off into the darkness.

WOOO HOOO MARS IN THE HOUSE! Not gonna lie, she's my favorite return in this fic. Showing up all badass. One Senshi left!

On a more subdued note...

As much as it pains me to make this public because it just gives these people what they want which is attention, I'm at my wit's end and need help. I have mentioned that I've been a victim of bullying. This was all recently too I don't mean back in my school days. So recent, in fact, it's still going on. Currently, my work is posted on a page that doesn't have my permission to do so, the page called Elite Squad B. It's a page run by the very people who bullied me and all my friends in my other fandom.

Most might say, "take it as a compliment" but they don't have my name anywhere on the joint page and my old name next to my works. It’s plagiarism. And keep in mind, these are the same people that said I was bullying them to our entire fandom, slandering mine and my friends' names to the point that most of them left. All of you know what happened to my dear friend and beta, darkenedhrt101. My other friends are still in the fandom but aren't as active as they once were. The only reason they were ever attacked was because they were my friends and I supported their work. None of us ever did anything my bullies said we did, not even tell our readers what was going on. But they still blamed them as well, telling me it was one of my 'fans' accosting them. I'm 100% sure the troll they got famous from was all made up and then used to tear me and my friends down. If not, how could they ever think this person was on my side? I'm the one they threatened to throw out of the fandom.

I want to be done with these people and for the most part, I am. I've blocked them everywhere and think of them never. Except when it comes to my stories on their page. A collaborative page I helped create when they pretended to be my friend. And although I gave permission, I have asked them to take them off, taken the permission away. I know the 'collaborative' piece is a hard sell, even though the concept and first chapter are mine, I gave them the project under duress, and they have since changed the concept to something else and ruined the fic. I feel I have the right to ask them to remove my chapter. The other work is mine. A few unnecessary sentences were added so the other person could add their name to the fic. But it's my story and work.

I have reached out to the owners of the page and but about four months later, and nothing has been done. So I'm going public in hopes I can at least get it out there that wrong is still being done to me. These people accused me of spreading their personal business and pretending to be a troll. Why do they still want my name on anything of theirs? Because they are still using and abusing my name, that's why. And it needs to stop.

Words cannot express the changes this bullying has done to me. I'm no longer social, not on any social media, and I'm not as active in that fandom anymore. I wish I had saved the messages they sent me. Especially the one where one of them admitted to stealing my fic from me. But I didn't have the forethought and didn't want the reminder of their negativity even saved on my phone.

I owe them nothing and ignoring them didn't work. So even though I don't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing what they did to me, I want all of you to know more. They pushed my best friend out of the fandom, something we did for fun, all for their own selfish needs. They turn writers that I once respected and admired against us based on lies. And to this day, they still claim some kind of ownership to my work. I hope all of you can understand and sympathize. I don't expect much, I just want my stuff off their page. And if making a big stink, and stirring up my anxiety as I'm super non-confrontational, is what it takes then here goes.

[ranger-jedi-knight]

What Did I Do To Deserve This?

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24956782 @slytherinsheashire cause when I talked about this on our server she was VERY excited to read.

Ok, so this has been in my head for a while and I’ve found only a couple of fics that are similar which is sad but fair. So I’ve decided to write my own! I hope you enjoy it!!

The last thing Hans remembered was running to save Elsa.

“Sire?” the voice called and Hans felt hands sitting him upright. He gripped his head with one hand, a muted groan leaving him as a pain went thru his head. He didn’t show it outside the most subtle of tightening of his eyes. A faint chanting was in the back of his head. “Sire, are you ok?” he opened his eyes to see who was talking to him, one of the first soldiers who volunteered.

“Yes. I...I must have hit something,” he said standing up with the man’s help and the company nodded. He crouched over and picked up Elsa’s unconscious form, he had been carrying her when he somehow fell off his horse. He was soon back atop his horse and heading back to the castle.

In the shadows, however, a couple of trolls laughed smugly to themselves. The crystals on them glowed an ominous red as they pulled back to head back to their home to tell the news that their plan was in effect.

He was in the library talking to the council softly about what to do. He had tried pleading with Elsa in the dungeon but that failed. It also isn’t right, he thought, why did I put her there? She obviously didn’t mean this. So why am I treating her as an evil mastermind?

Because, she deserves it. She’s a criminal, she’s also standing between you and greatness. She needs to be gone so you can rule, a voice said, a dark voice in him. He didn’t have time to think about it as Anna came in then rushing toward him with two servants behind her.

“You’re so cold,” he said concerned as he held Anna upright. She was positively shivering in his arms. She was frantic as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Hans, you have to kiss me,” she said, absolute sincerity and desperation on her face as she tried pulling herself up to kiss him.

“What?” he asked looking up at the others as they made their way to the door.

“We’ll give you two some privacy,” Gerda said closing the doors behind the last man exiting.

“What happened out there?” he asked as he carried her to the chaise and laid her down gently.

“Elsa str-struck me with her po-powers,” she said regrettably.

“You said she’d never hurt you,” he said and a pained look crossed her face as a shiver wracked her body.

“I-I was wrong.” She looks up at him, her face pleading. “She fro-froze my heart and o-only an act of tr-true love can sa-save me.”

“True loves kiss,” he mumbled in realization. Anna nodded frantically and Hans smiled softly as he cupped her freezing jaw gently and tipped it up as he leaned over. Kiss her, it’ll make everything better-DON’T. She could ruin everything. Voices fought in his head, making him freeze in front of her. “Oh, Anna,” he mumbled right above her lips. He started to lean in but then he was forcibly pulled back. “If only there was someone out there who loved you,” he whispered leaning back with a smirk. What!? No! I love her! What am I saying? What’s going on!?

“W-what?” she asked, rightfully confused even as she shuddered as everything felt like ice to her. Her fingers slowly going numb. She’s right! What!? What is going on!? His sensible mind yelled. “Yo-you said y-ou did.”

“As thirteenth in line in my own kingdom, I didn't stand a chance. I knew I'd have to marry into the throne somewhere--” he started, no, what am I saying? I don’t care about that! I’m happy to be back up!

“Wha-what are you ta-talking about?” she demanded as he moved around the room putting out candles. Stop it! She’ll die without heat! And without true love’s kiss! He yelled at himself. He seemed to be a passenger in his own mind and body. He couldn’t control himself and stop. He wanted to but couldn’t!

“As heir, Elsa was preferable, of course. But no one was getting anywhere with her. But you-” he put out the last candle and stood in front of her.

“H-Hans?”

“You were so desperate for love you were willing to court me, just like that,” he picked up the pitcher and doused the fire. “I figured, after we married, I'd have to stage a little accident for Elsa.” Anna tried to get up and stop him but fell with a shudder.

“Hans. No-no, s-stop,” she pleaded. He chuckled at that.

“ All that's left now is to kill Elsa and bring back summer,” he said walking over to her and crouching down.

“Yo-ou’re no m-match for Elsa.” He took her chin in hand and she watched as something flashed thru his cold eyes. A flash of the kind eyes she talked to all night just a couple days ago. Of course I’m not! I don’t want to! Stop it! Someone help!

“No, you're no match for Elsa. I, on the other hand, am the hero who is going to save Arendelle from destruction,” he said as she wrenched her face from his grasp. She looked at him defiantly but she also looked concerned and worried about him. That’s no good. NO! It is good! She knows something is WRONG with me!

“Please, Hans. T-this isn’t you. I k-know you,” she begged quietly and he felt himself frowning at that, walking to the door.

“Oh, but this is me,” he replied walking out of the door.

“H-Hans!” she shouted as the door closed and locked behind him. He went to the council who was in the dining room. He managed to convince them that he married Anna before she died. She’s not dead! She’s alive! And I need to kiss her! Why can’t I do anything?!

A scowl painted his features when he found the dungeon room empty, the wall blown out.

Anna shivered again, another part of her hair turning white. She weakly hit the door, hoping someone was walking by. “Help!” her voice cracked on the one syllable. Ice crept along the ceiling, a look of fear crossing her face. The creaking of the lock had her looking over to the door. “Help!” she called out softly once more.

The door pushed open allowing her to see a carrot in the door. “Anna!” Olaf called out concerned, rushing over to her after pulling his carrot back and placing it back onto his face.

“Olaf!” if she could, she’d be crying right then at seeing his cheery face. “I-I need y-you to he-help me!” Olaf ran over to the fireplace and started getting it going. “N-no! I-I need to-to-get to Ha-ans!” she said as he lit the fire and helped her over.

“But, the kiss didn’t work?” he asked confused and watched as Anna look at him with a pained expression.

“H-he di-didn’t kiss me. B-but he-he’s u-under a sp-spell,” she stuttered out and Olaf nodded, a look of understanding on his face.

“And true love’s kiss could free him!” Olaf squealed and Anna started nodding.

“Yes!” she yelled and Olaf helped Anna up and they stumbled out of the room. But there were stopped by ice spikes growing thru the halls toward them. Anna goes to the window nearby and pushes it open with Olaf’s help.

By the time they were on the ground and in the fjord, the wind had picked up quite a bit. “Ke-ep go-ing, A-anna!” Olaf yelled out when the wind picked him away and he flew away from Anna. Anna grunted as she walked, the wind pushing her side to side as she walked, almost tripping her up.

Hans stumbled as he walked thru the storm toward Elsa. Well, where he THOUGHT Elsa was. Since he obviously couldn’t see her. Hans couldn’t be sure if it was him who got himself to stumble or the wind. Or possibly, even both.

“Elsa! You can’t run from this,” Hans called out and Elsa stopped running to look over at him warily.

“Just...take care of my sister,” she called out after a pause.

“Your sister? She returned from the mountain weak and cold. She said you froze her heart,” he called back, his griefed face somewhat genuine since he could get thru, but he could also feel it being fake.

“What? No,” Elsa called out, grief lining her face along with fear at the thought.

“I tried to save her, but it was too late. Her skin was ice. Her hair turned white…” he said as Elsa’s face fell, her pale face somehow becoming paler. “Y-your si-sister-” he conqueror tried saying but he stopped it. He wasn’t going to let himself lie. Elsa, while confused by his stumbling seemed to know what he was saying. She gasped out a sob, collapsing to the ground.

Deafening silence encompassed them as the storm collapsed, freezing in place. Everything was clear.

Hans was frozen as he tried reaching for his sword. He couldn’t stop the intruder for long tho. But luckily, it was long enough for Anna. As the intruder pulled his sword out, Anna was running toward them, the sound of his sword being drawn echoing around them.

“N-oo!” Anna yelled moving to stand protectively in front of Elsa as his sword went down. As the sword hit, Anna was encased in ice and Hans flew backward. Thank you, he thought as the intruders voices finally silenced.

Elsa sobbed when she saw Anna. “Anna!” she collapsed onto Anna, barely holding on as she sobbed. By then, Kristoff, Sven, and Olaf arrived with heartbroken expressions.

A gasp permeated the silence.

Elsa looked up and gasped, Anna was looking at her in slight disbelief as she held Elsa’s elbows. “Anna!” she shouted pulling her into a hug that Anna returned.

“Oh, Elsa,” Anna breathed out as they hugged. When they pulled apart Elsa looked at her relieved and in disbelief.

“You sacrifice yourself for me?” she asked softly and Anna nodded.

“I love you,” she replied softly and Elsa smiled softly at that.

“An act of true love will thaw a frozen heart!” Olaf gasped out and a look of understanding painted Elsa’s face.

“Love...will thaw… Love.... Of course.” Elsa gasped out, beaming at Anna as she pulled back out of Anna’s grip, looking around. Elsa smiled as she started moving her arms around in intricate movements. As she moved about, the snow started to disappear around them. Somehow, they were atop a sunken boat that rose as soon as the ice was clear.

As the two looked and dealt with Olaf, Hans groaned softly. He pushed himself up to lean against the railing, one hand gripping his hair as a migraine grew in his head. The intruder fought to take control back but he fought back, he wouldn’t let it take over again.

“Hans?” Anna’s soft voice called out and he looked up into her beautiful eyes with a pained look. “Oh, Hans,” she mumbled cupping his face as she kneeled next to him. Anna, please, help me, he thought even tho he knew she couldn’t read his thoughts. But Anna seemed to understand. She watched the pain expression cross his face and smiled softly.

“Anna?” Elsa called softly, confused.

“Trust me,” Anna said, to both Elsa and Hans. Hans nodded slowly, the pained look never fleeting. Anna looked at him sadly as she watched his eyes fight and shift, going between cold and closed off to loving and kind.

“Anna!” Kristoff yelled, he didn’t trust Hans after seeing him try to kill Elsa. he knew Anna saw since she stopped Hans. So why was she leaning in to kiss him!?

Anna ignored him and continued to lean in. her eyes slipped shut as she pressed her lips gently onto Hans. All at once, the battling voices stopped in his head.

Hans’ eyes slipped shut as a silent sigh left his lips at the silence in his head. He slumped against the rail, tired.

“Anna?” Elsa asked, curious to know. Anna sat down next to Hans and took one of his hands into hers and looked up at her sister. She had a gentle smile on her lips as she then held his hand with both of hers.

“He was under a spell. You don’t have to believe me, but I know it’s true,” Anna said and Elsa nodded slowly.

“I believe you,” she said softly and Anna smiled gratefully at that.

They soon reached the docks and Anna helped Hans up. Guards rushed over ready to apprehend him but Elsa waved them off and softly explained. They nodded understanding and simply helped take him to the castle. As they walked, a woman stiffened and looked at Hans with a pained expression.

“What is it, miss?” Elsa asked, causing everyone to stop to look at the woman in question. She wasn’t exciting, she was fairly ordinary looking. She wore a simple outfit like the other women in town, in a pale teal color. Her curly brown hair was pulled back halfway on top before going into a loose braid at the end. Around her shoulders was a leather messenger bag, some herbs peaking out.

“H-has that man been to the trolls?” she asked softly. Elsa and Anna shared a look before looking back to the woman.

“Why do you ask?” Elsa asked and the woman came closer running a hand over Hans’ face as she looked at him intently.

“I sense troll magic on him,” she said and the three sucked in a breath at that. “They put a spell on him, it...the spell feels malicious. They didn’t have good intentions, they had selfish, and evil intentions casting this,” she said and Kristoff stepped forward at that angry.

“Don’t you talk about them that way!” he yelled and the woman raised her hands.

“Can you explain why, miss…?” Elsa asked and the woman nodded.

“Frida, your majesty,” she greeted, giving a curtsey. “And I know because I went to the trolls to train in healing and magic. I didn’t know at first, but they are a selfish bunch. Their kindness hides the truth. Everything they do, they do it to gain something. Like you, your majesty. When you were a child, you visited the trolls, I saw since I was gathering herbs, some only grow in the light of the moon. They showed you terrifying images to get you and your parents to do what they wanted,” she explained and the two nodded slowly.

“No, that’s impossible,” Kristoff said, a pained look on his face. “We visited them and Grand Pappie helped.”

“What did they do when you first entered?” Frida asked.

“They tried marrying us,” Anna said and Frida nodded.

“Exactly. They didn’t care you didn’t want. As soon as they finished training me in their ways I left. You can’t trust them,” she said and Kristoff looked heartbroken and furious at the same time.

But they couldn’t blame him. His family betrayed him. The girl he slowly fell in love with, had her suitor, fiance really, cursed to become malicious to get him out of the way. They couldn’t get them married. He stormed off, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

“W-would you mind coming with us? T-to keep an eye on him?” Anna asked and Frida nodded.

“I would be honored to help you, your highness,” she said with a bow of her head and they made their way to the castle.

Kristoff didn’t appear for days. By the time he did, Hans was awake but confined to his bed as Frida worked the last remnants of the troll’s magic out of him. Anna was there when he woke up and they had a tearful hug. After some talking, Elsa agreed to send word that Hans would be staying with them. And that either the king or a diplomat of his choice could come over and discuss the possible marriage between Hans and Anna.

The whole time, Anna barely left Hans’s side, smiling gently at him the whole time. Hans held her hand the entire time, happy to finally be free from himself.

Ok, so here it is! I hope you guys enjoyed this! Sorry if the end is a bit rushed, but I sorta....didnt know HOW it should be ended soo ya. Its not the best ending but its cute i guess. Until next time!!

[hs-writing]

My Love’s Like a Star

Note: I wanted to start posting old fics, I wrote this in 2012... I’ll post some new stuff soon too!

TW: Death, Cancer, Suicide

Word Count: 2k

It been exactly 2 years since Zayn and I started dating. We've made it through many rough patches together. He helped me when my sister died of cancer. I was thinking about ending my own life to be with her again. She was so young, and she had so much ahead of her. But thank god Zayn talked me out of it. It was the first time he told me he loved me. He said that if I killed myself then he would too because he couldn't live without me. Zayn is coming to pick me up in about 20 minutes. He's taking me somewhere special for our anniversary, but he wouldn't tell me where.I was dressed in a cute flowery sundress and flats. I was finishing applying my make up just as the doorbell rang. I sprinted down the stairs and opened the door."ZAYN!" I said whilst jumping in his arm."Hi gorgeous." He said while giving me his half smirk that was to-die-for. "You ready?""Yeah. Let me just grab my bag.""Okay. No rush."I came back downstairs and Zayn was right where I left him.We walked hand in hand to his car and he opened his door for me like a proper gentleman.We sat in a comfortable silence all the way to the secret location. I had no clue where we were going because Zayn had blindfolded me."Pleeeeeease tell me where we're going!" I pleaded."No can do. Sorry Y/N/N."I giggled when he used my nickname."God you're adorable. And all mine." He said. I felt my face turn bright red.The car slowed to a stop and Zayn told me to stay where I was. I waited for about five minutes and I heard the door open. He picked my up bridal style and carried me to wherever we were going. Zayn set me down and took off my blindfold.I saw in front of me A beautiful picnic  with candles and rose petals.We were having a great time. I love how I could just be myself around him. He stopped laughing and just looked at me."Why are you looking at me?" I said whilst blushing.

Zayn reached in his pocket and pulled out a small jewellery box.I gasped as he opened it and got down on one knee."Gabriela Marie Diaz, I know this is going to sound cheesy, but I knew from the moment I met you, you were the one. Over the two years that we have been dating, I have never been happier. When I was on tour, you were all I thought about."I started to tear up hearing all of these sweet things jus pour out of his mouth."I don't think I can live without knowing you're not mine for forever. But, I am about to change that."He took my hand and looked me in the eyes."Will you marry me?"I said a barely audible yes and as soon at he put the ring on my finger, I pounced on him and kissed him fiercely. We stayed in each others arms for the rest of the night.I woke up all of a sudden, because of a pain in my chest. I started coughing, and I looked down at my pretty dress, now stained in blood. I started crying, not knowing what is happening."Zayn..?" I said uneasily.He looked at me and smiled, "Hello Mrs. Malik."I pointed to my dress."Zayn." He looked at me in disbelief and I started coughing up more blood and crying.

Zayn quickly dialled 911 and they rushed me to the hospital.After multiple tests, I was now lying on a white hospital bed with Zayn softly singing "You Are So Beautiful" to me. The doctor came in and introduced himself."Hi, I'm Doctor Smith." he said smiling with his perfectly white teeth."Well..?" Zayn said impatiently."I'm sorry to be the one to deliver the news, but miss Y/L/N, you have cancer and you only have two months left to live." We sat in silence for what seemed like hours."I'll give you two some time alone." he said while exiting the room.That night neither one of us said a word to each other. Zayn didn't want to show it but I know he cried himself to sleep. Me? I was too afraid to sleep. I was afraid of never waking up. Never being able to walk down the aisle with the love of my life. Never being able to see our children grow up. Never being able to even HAVE children. All of those thoughts haunted my mind all night while I stared at my beautiful boyfriend- wait. Fiancé.

~~1 Month Later~~~

"Baby girl, you look beautiful." Father said while tearing up.I stood up, my white dress that was bigger than me.I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was so frail. My cheeks had sunk in, and I no longer had any hair. My skin was almost translucent. I could barely walk on my own, and if I did, it only took a few steps for me to run out of breath.

Zayn had stuck by me through everything, never once even thinking of leaving me.I turned towards my dad and we linked arms as he guided me down the aisle, discretely wiping tears from his eyes. I was the only one he had left. My mother left us when I was young, I barley remember her and my sister... Well. Yeah. Zayn supported me with his strong arms.We said our "I Do's" ans shared one of the most passionate kisses ever.At the party afterwards, Zayn never failed to tell me how beautiful I was as we shared our first dance. It was to Christina Perri's "A Thousand Years."He hummed it softly in my ear while we swayed back and forth.In that moment I forgot about everything. I forgot that everyone was watching us. I forgot that I had cancer. I forgot that I was going to die in less then a month. All I knew right then was that Zayn is the other part of me. He filled the hole in my heart when my sister died. I also knew that I loved him more than a person could love. I would hold on for as long as I could. For him. For the love of my life.

~~1 Month Later~~ 

I knew it was time, but what I didn't know was if I was ready to let go of everything, and everyone.No amount of time could ready me enough to say goodby to Zayn. I now lay on my deathbed with my loving, caring, adoring husband by my side. I don't know how I got so lucky to have a man like him in my life."Zayn." I spoke in a raspy voice.His chocolate brown eyes looked up at me.I can't do this, but I have to."I just wanted to tell you that I love you, before I go. I could not have been any luckier to have a guy like you in my life. I love you with my whole heart for eternity. I don't want you to do anything reckless when I leave. I want you to enjoy the rest of your life, maybe even get married again.""But-" I cut him off. I couldn't listen to his musical voice right now. I needed to get this out."I've left you something at home, but promise me something." He nodded, encouraging me to go on."Promise me you will do as the CD says, and also, promise me that you won't forget me." I was now crying openly and so was he."I could never forget you. You are the first and only love of my life."I felt myself slip into dreamland as it got harder and harder to breathe."I love you Zayn." I whispered."I love you too. Forever-""And always." I finished, and then everything went black.

***Zayn's POV***

No. She can't be gone. I love her. No. I won't let this happen. I shook her, ignoring the heart monitor telling me that my beautiful wife has left me forever.Her last words rang in my ears like bells.I stood up incomprehensible to the world around me. I walked out of the hospital, tears flowing out of my eyes like mad. I raced back to our apartment which was close to the hospital.I slowly turned the key and pushed the door open, all of the memories of her and I flooding back. I searched for the CD she mentioned. I found it next to my missing pocket mirror. That made me laugh slightly. I notice the stereo next to me with a note taped on it. It read, simply, push play.I began listening to the tape, a little scared of what was to come. Then, her angelic voice filled the silent apartment."Hi baby, good job at finding this!" she giggled, and I let out a silent cry. "If you're listening to this, which you obviously are, it means I've left. But I wanted you to know something." She said sounding more serious. "I will always be with you no matter what. I know it may not seem like it now, but someday you will be able to move on and live a successful life with the boys. Oh! Tell them I love them! Well anyway, please I don't want you to kill yourself because of me. You are amazing and I don't want to be the reason for you ending your life." I cried even more, because I knew that not even she herself could change my mind. "I know that I can't MAKE you do anything, but before you do anything, I want you to listen to this song I wrote for you. Press the "next" button.""Hi Zaynie." I smiled through my tears hearing her use my nickname. "They boys helped me with this, I hope you like it." The lyrics began:

The space in between us

Starts to feel like we're worlds apart

Like I'm going crazy

And you say it's raining in your heart

You're telling me nobody's there

To dry up the flood

Oh but that's just crazy

'Cause baby I told ya I'm here for good 

My love's like a star, yeah

You can't always see me

But you know that I'm always there

When you see one shining

Take it as mine

And remember I'm always near

By the time the song was done, I knew what I had to do. I rushed out of the apartment. "I'm coming, Love."I stepped into the road as I saw and 18-wheeler truck speeding down the street. Those bright headlights were getting closer and closer. They would bring me back to her. And we would be in each others arms again soon."ZAYN!" I heard four voices shout. I looked over at my mates, thinking about Y/N, she wouldn't want this. She told me not to.My thoughts were interrupted by a piercing pain in my whole body, then blackness. 

[pbandjesse]

I am pretty positive I am sick. I already texted Tiffany to let her know I may not be able to come in. But I want to see how I feel in the morning. Cause I would rather not miss work. But well have to see what happens. 

I was really upset last night. Me and my dad ended up talking and it was heated and emotional at times. But at a lot of misunderstandings were cleared up. And while I still feel my feelings, at least I feel more heard now. But I cried a lot. And my eyes were almost swollen shut when James got home. And then I cried more when I talked to him about it. But we stayed up a little longer to spend some time together and I had an ice pack on my eyes to try to help. But my eyes were burning  real bad. Enough that it was very difficult to stay asleep. I woke up around 5 and got a cold washcloth and that helped a little and I was able to sleep until 815. 

James made me toast and honestly while thats what I wanted it wasnt a very good breakfast and I was starving pretty quickly after I got to work. My eyes were hurting real bad and I wasnt looking forward to going to work but I was determined to make it a good day. I had a little kid's birthday party to run. 

I got to the museum around 930 and I got all set up. I told everyone my eyes were swollen from allergies which was probably partially true. But I had to wear my glasses all day because everything hurt to look at. But I got everything set up and went to put my head down in the break room. 

Soon the family was there and I helped them put out the table cloths and got paper plates and stuff. They were a really nice family. The little birthday boy was named Grant and he was turning three. And we were doing a coloring project to make a little boat. It was a lot of fun actually. The structure of the party wasnt how I expected. The mom just had everyone come to the window wall at 11 and were looking around the museum for most of the half hour before that. Thats all good but the running was not. Ah well. They were still nice. 

The program was short, but everyone listened to me talk about boats for a while. Pointed out the sugar that was being unloaded over at the factory. And the boats they made were very cute. I had everyone go up on the little port display to get a group photo with their boats. It was very cute. 

But I was kind of falling apart. I felt weird. So once I got everything cleaned up I went and out some of the chairs together in the breakroom and laid down. I could barely keep my eyes open. But I was also anxious and kept going to check on the party. Once everyone was done eating she let me have one of the sandwiches which was so nice of her.  And that gave me the energy to finish my shift. But man was I glad to be done. Everyone said I looked off, our security guard said he'd never seen me like that before. I was honestly worried about getting home. But I needed to go to bed. 

I got back here and I found James had washed my sweatshirt and so I changed and laid down. 

I slept for a few hours. I woke up at 330 and was like. No and slept until 5. 

I was glad the sun was still up when I woke up. And I still felt weird but not as dizzy. Still very tired and my eyes are still swollen and my throat feels tight. I think its hard because while I think Im sick, Im not like nauseous so Im like no I cant possibly be sick. I decided that I needed to wash my hair and that would make me feel better. And it helped! I still feel bad but I dont feel as scummy. 

I am still not sure whats going to happen tomorrow. I would like to get groceries with James. But well see honestly. I just dont want to be sick for our trip this weekend. I think now though I am going to go ans dry my hair and get cozy. 

I hope you all have a nice night. Sleep well and feel good. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Escort P1

TV SHOW DOCTOR WHO

COUPLE TIMOTHY LATIMER AGE UP X READER

RATING FLIRTY

This all felt… strange to me.

After everything I had been though I was just going to step back into my life like nothing happened. 

Being shipped away to military school, being beaten and abused there, being sent off to war and all the horrors I experienced there, and now I was faced with my old house I was home.

It didn't feel like my home; it felt like a place I remember but yet a place I didn't belong.

I walked up to the door knocking loudly and within meer moments it was opened 

"Oohh Timothy my precious little boy" my mother smiled hugging me tightly, I held her close too even if some say she felt like a stranger to me. "Oh come inside darling," she smiled tugging me inside with her and shutting the door behind me, the house was just as I remembered it so little had changed it was cleaner them I remembered the dust and webs cleared away "we have company in the living room if you wanted to join us" she says

"Uhh… yes" I stuttered "I'll be down in a moment just let me put my things away" I told her and she nodded so I hurried up the stairs, a route I remembered so well, I turned the corner into my bedroom and felt a wave of emotion.

Everything was as I left it the day I was taken to military school, my clothes still hung in the wardrobe even if none of them would fit me now, my books still on my shelf just as I had left them, my walls covered still in drawings and letters, my bed even still had my little bear even if he was dusty and a little dirty now I put my cases and trunks on the floor of my room sitting in my bed, it was so strange that here nothing had changed and yet I had changed so much.

I decided I better go down and see these guests, my mother would be upset if I didn't and I suppose I should see my father. I got up and fixed myself up and headed downstairs seeing my father in his chair. My mother sat at the table with another woman I vaguely recall and a man stood by the fireplace.

"Ahh Master Timothy Latimer" the man said smoking his pipe 

"Ohh my you grew like a weed didn't you sweetie" the woman smiled 

"Timothy darling, you remember Mr and Mrs Y/L/N from nextdoor" my mother smiled 

"Oh yes of course" I nodded even if I barely remembered them "pleasure to see you again" I said giving the woman's hand a kiss and shaking the man's 

"Quiet the gentlemen aren't you" he laughs "good qualities for a man such as yourself, especially being a military man and all" he laughs "we must be going, last minute planning and such you know" he said to my parents before preparing to go "actually just before I go, Timothy tell me dear boy are you still a uhh free boy as they say?" He asked and I nodded "then tell me are you available this evening? I know you've only just got home but our dear daughter is having her party tonight and we'll we rather do need someone to escort her" he explained

"Your daughter? Y/n?" I asked already feeling a little nervous 

"Why yes" he nodded 

"I uhh I'd be happy to escort her sir" I smiled

"Excellent, I'll see you this evening then" he smiled before they went back to their house.

"You didn't have to agree Timothy" my dad laughed from his chair 

"Well why wouldn't I?" I asked 

"He's just trying to wed his daughter off on you, I swear it's the only reason they came over to try and talk to I to escorting her tonight"

"Why would they want me to marry their daughter?" I asked 

"Because your a lovely young man Timothy" my mother smiled 

"No it's because you've just come home from military service, your education and your on a perfect level as them, we are neighbors for goodness sake" he laughs

"Well… I wouldn't mind marrying y/n, she was always nice when we there little" I admit 

"Aww Timothy that's so sweet" my mother cooed excited at the prospect

"Not anymore you don't, she's a real dog" he laughs

"I'll be the judge of that" I said "but I'm just escorting her it doesn't mean anything" I answered

I stood Looking at my reflection in the mirror fixing my uniform and heading downstairs seeing my mother stood by for door 

"Ohh Timothy you look so handsome" she smiled coming and fixing my hair a little for me 

"I'm fine mother" I told her "I'm not sure when I'll be home" 

"It's alright Timothy, you take as long as you like" she smiled giving my head a little kiss 

"Alright, see you later or tomorrow" I told her before heading out the door and down the path across to nextdoor knocking on the door a couple of seconds later her Mrs Y/L/n smiled opening the door in her very impressive dress "hello Mrs Y/L/N I'm here for Y/n" I said 

"Of course, I'll go and get her for you" she smiled letting me into their Living Room waiting around as her father came down "Evening Mr Latimer" he smiled "so you are going to escort my daughter to her ball? Of course I want to keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't get into any trouble, but of course if some nice young men happen to rather like her?" He reminded "or of course… if the two of you happened to hit it off" he encouraged 

"Uhh yes sir" I nodded 

"Ahhh there she is, my beautiful young lady, finally heading to her ball" he smiled as y/n stepped down the stairs her face as I remember her, her hair grown long with beautiful little curls and blue ribbons, her rather long blue dress and perfect little blue and white heels… I don't think I had ever seen a lady so beautiful. 

"Timothy is that you?" She giggled running down the stairs to be stood with me 

"Uhh yes" I nodded 

"Aww I haven't seen you in years" she smiled "not since you where a little boy" she smiled

"Y/n!" Her father warned 

"Of course, it's lovely to see you Master Latimer" she smiled 

"It's wonderful to see you again miss y/l/n, I haven't seen you in so long I uhh you look beautiful" I smiled 

"Thank you very much" she smiled 

"So did you want to get going? You didn't want to be late?" I told her 

"Yes of course" she smiled offering her hand so I took her arm and lead her out.

I stood having a drink still with y/n on my arm I was so surprised at how different and how beautiful she was, she didn't show much of an interest in anyone at her party and honestly most people didn't show much of an interest in her either, I honestly think most where here for the open bar rather then for her depute even if I couldn't help thinking about what my father said about them planning on wedding her off to me. I mean she hasn't even showed any deisre to be away from me all night "Timothy? May I ask you something?" She smiled

"Yes of course y/n" I nodded 

"You wanna go in the back to the staff rooms ans fuck in the broom closet?" She asked 

"Uhhh…" I stuttered in shock "okay' I smirked a little excited at the idea "I get why your parents are s desperate to get you wedded off" I laughed "your a little rebel girl aren't you?" 

"Maybe" she smirked dragging me back with her.

[theflashfictioner]

Bad Blood part three

I was told there were grammar issues but never found all of them so please let me know what you see.

As always, credit to the lovely @randomfanders-blog for the amazing idea!! Lemme know what y'all think!

Working for the fastest man alive, you'd think that you'd have done more research for treatments, but not at all. It's just training on getting faster. And although that's the reason your dad swears you need him to stay safe, you wish you were let in more on the planning. You're 23 for crying out loud! You can't be kept in the dark forever, but you knew he had his cryptic reasons, as always.

Which is why walking into the room when Caitlin was scolding Cisco and Barry was your favourite way to start the day.

"Well I'm the eyes and ears and he's the feet," you heard Cisco lamely explain as Barry sped into the cortex in a flurry of papers.

"He shouldn't be running around like some supersonic fireman, Cisco," you piped in. "He could have gotten himself killed," you continue and sit in the chair next to Cisco.

Barry and Caitlin got into it, along with Dr. Wells, and you sat back quietly as they discussed restraint for the billionth time already. When Dr. Wells and Caitlin walked to the dashboard, Cisco stopped Barry.

"Hey, anything weird happen out there? Your vitals spiked."

"Never better," Barry said as he answered his phone and talked to Joe.

As he walked out of the cortex and to the police station, you laughed as Dr. Wells made a comment about Barry not taking his clothes.

"I can't tell you how much I would pay to see how he fixes that " you said, unable to stop laughing. Cisco shook his head and both Caitlin and Dr. Wells left as you kept chuckling and began to get to work. You did have a job after all.

A while later, Caitlin was scolding him after telling her about his fainting and dizziness, and you helped hook him up to everything, trying not to interrupt Caitlin. When Cisco commented on her anger from Ronnie, you all were talking about how you miss him. Cisco set him up with the tread mill, trying to figure everything out and you watched him pass out and hit the wall, laughing hysterically as he did.

"I'm sorry," you said between giggles, " it's just that this only happens in cartoons. It's so much funnier in real life."

Caitlin rolled her eyes and looked at you, "Can you calm down enough to help me get him to the medical room?"

You bit your lip and nodded as you worked together to carry him and set him on the hospital. Caitlin hooked him up to an IV bag, and you all thought the work was done, but it was gone in seconds, so you and Caitlin hooked up one after the other to keep up with his quickly depleting vitals, until bag 39 lasted a few minutes, and then bag 40 took the normal amount of time to drain into his system.

When he woke up and was informed of his condition,he started saying all he needed was an IV bag, and you bit back laughter as he saw the pole full of bags. Dr. Wells told him the number of bags he used, chuckling. Caitlin told him that she came up with a new diet, which Cisco put into the terms of tacos, and then left to add cheese and guacamole, which made you laugh as Joe came in and scolded Barry. Joe then getting on Dr. Wells for not keeping Barry safe, who then yelled back at Joe about how he needed to help since he couldn't help his Dad, who was in Jail.

"You think you're so smart. /All/ of you. But you dont know what you dont know and I hope that you're clever enough to figure it out before somebody gets killed," Joe said before walking out and you all fell into silence.

"Food for thought," you said and everyone turned to you. "How is he and the police gonna figure it out if the smartest people in the room can't? What can they do that we can't?"

Barry shrugged and ran out to go back to his day job. Dr. Wells came and sat next to you, and you sighed. " I know I shouldn't be so upset, but I can't help but be tired of his superiority complex; the way he had to make us feel like we aren't trying to keep him alive and that we want people killed, Dad. None of us want to keep him safe as much as you and I," you said.

"Y/N, dont worry about Joe. You and I will prove our worth and become part of the greatest story to ever be told. Now, why dont you cool off and go grab some lunch," he said and you nodded, heading out.

It was as you were grabbing your coffee from the barista at Jitters that you saw the news, and rushed back to STAR Labs to help when you could. You got there a little too late and walked in as Caitlin was patching up Barry.

"You got Blood on my suit," Cisco said as he worked with a miners lamp on his head.

Barry looked incredulously at him as he tersely replied that some it probably belonged to the not so friendly meta, and Dr. Wells threw up a portrait on the screen.

"Danton Black. Hes a bio geneticist specialized in therapeutic cloning. Growing new organs to replace failing ones."

"Apparently Stagg stole his research and fired him," said Caitlin, sympathy displaying on her face.

Realization Barry's face, "I saw Black create duplicates of himself."

Cisco laughed, "That's pretty ironic. The guy specialized in cloning and now he can make xeroxes of himself."

"If he was experimenting on himself when he was exposed to the dark matter wave during the particle accelerator explosion-" you started to say before Cisco cut in.

"Meet Captian Clone!" He said in awe.

Everyone looked at him and he cowered a little, saying he'd find something cooler.

Barry was heading out and Caitlin asked where he was going.

"Joe was right. I'm in way over my head. I can barely fight one meta human, let alone six."

"Barry!" Dr. Wells called, "I understand. Today was a setback, but any grand enterprise has them, and we can never learn to fly without crashing a few times."

His face is wrought with defeat as he retorts, "This wasn't a grand enterprise, Dr. Wells. This was a mistake."

Barry retreats backwards and all of you watch as he leaves, before turning to your dad who looked worried. He left and went away and you awkwardly sit down and try to fix the gnawing feeling in your gut at his words. You decide that it's wrong. Your dad was a good guy and just wanted the best, so you sigh deeply and get back to work.

*A little later*

Your dad had left to go talk to Dr. Stagg. You decide to take a walk to stretch your legs and walked around for a bit, stumbling onto this weird panelling that seemed different from the rest of the wall. Like there was something behind it, but as you went to touch it, your phone chimes. You see a text from your dad saying to make sure to stay in the cortex until Barry came back, so you hurriedly went back, glancing back at the door once more before it disappeared from your view as you made your way to the cortex.

As you walked up, you saw Danton Black, and you hid as he stared at Caitlin and Cisco menacingly. You quietly walked away and called your dad when you were far enough away, as you had heard Caitlin call Barry and knew she ans Cisco would be okay.

When your dad came in, you guys both took a look at him and noticed he wasn't moving. Strange, but as you kept talking to it, it didn't move. Once you had all realised it was only a clone, Barry rushed in and freaked out, before Caitlin clued him in on what everyone else already knew.

"How did you get it?" He asked with confusion colouring his tone.

"I grew him" she answered, before going on to describe the process which she'd done to get a homemade Danton Black.

"Why isn't he moving?"Barry asked as he waved his hand in front of Homemade, as you deemed to call him, yet again.

"Take a look at the brain scans, the motor functions are on but little else," you offered.

"We think its acting as a receiver," said Cisco.

"So how do I know which one is the real one?" Barry asked

"That occurred to given your own passing out. BLACK HAS LIMITS JUST LIKE YOU. CONTROLLING THAT MANy would be exhausting. Look for the one showing signs of weakness," Caitlin told him.

Dr. Wells shrugged and said, "Just a theory, but one you might want to put to the test."

Cisco walked over excitedly and handed Barry a bar as he explained the calorie contents of it. Then Homemade moved and Joe shot it causing Caitlin to scream. Joe gave Barry a pep talk to motivate him to go Stop Danton. You them moved to help clean up the dead body and go get rid of it. Your dad followed as you dragged him out and looked at you.

"Y/N, you need to run him as far as you can so that you can get rid of him without anyone knowing. Understand?"He ordered, gaze piercing through you.

"Yes, dad, will do." You grabbed him and ran off as everyone else took care of Barry through the fight. By the time you got back, the fight was over and Barry was back. You saw the news about Danton and your heart fluttered in the sorrow you felt. Cisco named him MultiPlex and you smiled a little as Barry gave a pep talk of his own about how everyone was a part of the fighting before he left. You then nodded to your dad and he knew you'd done what needed to be done before sitting down and sighing. Life was definitely different from what you thought it would be. Dad wheeled off and you sat with Caitlin and Cisco as Barry then headed to help with an armed car robbery.

Your dad told you he had an errand that night and that no matter what, you were to stay home and not leave. When he came home, he had a bloody knife and told you he did what history needed to be done. You felt a pit in your stomach but cleaned the knife and set it away, praying that you'd get some sleep tonight.