#blue lock agnst

[dollyluvss]

[[ “ where are you..? “ ]]

♱ a lovely friendship. started out playing at the park as children, your best friend leaves you while he pursues his soccer career. but when he returns..? { mean!kunigami rensuke x afab!reader! }

warnings. . .

angst angst and more angst, hate fucking, mouthy/bratty reader (sorta self indulgent-) choking, mentions of self harm - substance abuse/pure pressure - and bullying - reader over thinks.

biting, pussy slapping, just filth.. throat fucking, dom/sub dynamics, slut shaming, LOADSSSS OF DIRTY TALK, creampie(s), throat fingering(? idk why to call it..), hair pulling, headlocks,impact play/spanking/slapping, kunigami and reader have potty mouths :p, superrrrr mean!kunigami :<, slight dub-con at the begining of the smut scene, size kink if you can see, arguing, manhandling..brr.. you have been warned!

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it had been almost a year since you last saw your best friend. he was always with you before he left, you, his family, and soccer is all he cares about really. you two were close, very close. always joking around, teasing each other and backing each other up when it comes to anyone who disagrees. you always were sassy as a kid, that sass turned into a full blown attitude as you reached your teen years, cussing out anyone who pissed you off or even looked at you sideways. kunigami, being fairly level headed, was always there to, quite literally, hold you back from pouncing on the next sorry person to face your anger.

you and kunigami bickered from time to time, becoming full on arguments as you grew older. they never lasted long really, you barking at him into backing down. he never liked to argue with you, neither did you, but sometimes you two pushed one another’s buttons a bit to much.

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“oh shut up, ren!” i groan, growing more irritated as seconds passed. a stupid, very petty, argument over how loud his music was, it woke you up. and not in a good mood at that.

“im allowed to play music, ___.its my house, i can do what i like!” he argued back, voice raised but not as much as yours.

“shut it the fuck off! use headphones you dickhead!” i growled, lip turned up in a nasty scowl. rensuke sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. stress marks on his forehead. “alright fine, m’sorry kid..” he mummbles, ruffling you head and bringing you to his chest in a soft hug, a genuine apology.

“whatever..” i grumble into his chest, hugging his waist. “just had a long week, wanted to have a good nap ya’know?” i mumble in his chest. he laughs, patting my head.

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god you miss him, miss the bickering, cuddles during movie nights, sneaking out of his parents house to the beach to have fun in the water.

sigh..come back soon ren.. i think to myself, chin resting in my hands as i stare tiredly at my laptop.

buzz buzz!

i glance at my phone, i gasp, jumping back in my chair as i grab my phone, bag and put on my shoes. rushing out the door to my car as i make my way out to kunigami’s house.

ren’s momma:3 : rensuke came home a few days ago! he’s home watching the house while im on vacation, go stop by and say hi sweetie!

i smile at he text, she was such a lovely woman. always helping you when your own mother couldnt.

i speed over to his house, pulling into the driveway as i race out of my car and run up to the door. i unlock it with my spare key, removing my shoes as i head downstairs to the basement. i walk down the stairs, a familiar living room, small work out coroner to the left, a kitchen, bathroom and washroom, his room in the far back of the basement. i take quiet careful steps towards his room, i push past the curtain to his room, his sent filling my nose as i lock my eyes on him.

“..hi- ren..” i say, i cant believe hes back, its been so, so long. i walk over to his side as he looks up at me.

budump. badump.

my heart beat rings in my ears as he looks up at me. his eyes are, cold. his stare is harsh, shooting daggers at you even.

what the fuck happened? did he join the military and quit soccer? i think to myself.

“so much for a warnin’..” he grumbles, voice almost hoars. a far cry from his calm, sweet voice that almost dripped with honey when he spoke soft enough.

“i-i..” i stutter, shocked at his change in demeanor and appearance. my mouth agape, mind flooded with questions.

“you just gonna stand there..” he says, more of a annoyed response than a question. he stands up, towering over you. fuck..was he always this big? i shake away the thought, looking up at him as i place my bag down next to him doorframe. i whisper “how are you..?” im feeling, uneasy..his whole vibe is just— off.

“fine.” he grumbles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. he looks almost unsure, like your a complete stranger.

“u-um..can i have a hug?” i stutter, the tension in the air is almost suffocating me. he glances down at me and my heart drops.

disgust, like a dirty dog jumping all over him.

“ive got better things to do, no.” he says stern and cold lacing his voice, hes looking at me like a pest.

“oh- uh. okay? damn..” i grumble back, a pout forming on my lips at his harsh rejection. “what crawled up your ass?” i reply, pout turning into a almost scowl now as i eye him up and down when he walks past me. stopping after those words leave my lips.

“buzz off, ____. im busy, cant bother with your bitchy attitude today..” he almost growls, like you mean nothing to him.

“excuse me?” it comes out before i realize it, mh words laced with venom. my scowl now a nasty snarl as i turn to face him.

he turns his head to look at me, glaring at me like i just said something extremely disrespectful.

“whats your fuckin’ problem?” i growl, stepping closer to him, getting in his space much to his disliking.

“watch yer mouth.” he says sternly, turning to face me, he looks down at me with hate in his eyes. i cant stop the shiver it sent up my spine. i swallow the lump forming in my throat and glare back.

“or what? whats your fuckin’ issue? i dont see or hear from you in a year and you come back all tight and shit? fuck happened to “hi ___! i missed you how are you?” huh?” i throw my hands up, voice getting louder as the seconds past. my emotions taking full control at the sight of whats now left of my best friend.

“so damn mouthy..cant say anythin’ to you without you gettin’ bitchy can you?” he barks back, voice still low and deep but the bass almost shakes me off my feet.

“oh! look who finally grew some fuckin’ balls! guess they kicked your ass around in there huh?” i say, a sly, almost devilish, grin appearing on my face. basically poking a angry bear with a stick.

he growls, “watch yourself..im not fuckin’ around ____..” vemon starts lacing his words just as much, if not more, than you.

“i just want to see my best friend, is that so bad? you couldnt have even TRIED to call me? you call your mother and sisters but not me? i though i was special to you?” i scoff, i understand he worked hard at blue lock. i mean, its quite literally all over his face— but he couldnt even relay a message back to me? not once for the 11 months he was there? my eyes feel sore as they gloss over. fuck..no relax, keep it together ____ . i think to myself.

“well? what happened to all those promises? that youd call me if it ended up being something long term, if you could get your hands on a phone?” i day, voice cracking slowly as my resolve to ��keep it together’ .

“i dont have time to listen to your bitchin’..so fuckin noisy..didnt wanna hear you bitch ‘n moan over the phone or in person.” he spat back. that does it. the frog jumping from my throat as i double over myself in a sob. unable to stop once i start, i rub my eyes as i start breathing harder, hiccuping every so often.

had he always felt like this? did all i really do is ‘bitch ‘n moan’ to him? what about my other friends? my family, teachers? his mom, or sisters? you always did have quite the talent for annoying people ever since you were small. being left out or subtly teased in ‘friend’ groups, being dared to leave at sleep overs and partys. you tried cigs, weed and alcohol to try and seem cool to your peers. trying to push the thoughts of self harming in any way you could think of as you down two more shots, head feeling like cotton as your ‘friends’ all pack into their car and drive off. leaving you absolutely stranded and alone a hour from home.

you dont know when you feel to the ground but your on your knees, right hand on the carpet of his floor while your left grips your shirt on your chest as you breath faster and faster. mind racing fast at how to calm down, trying to focus on anything but the loud negative thoughts clouding your head. ears ringing loud starts dying back, your eyes are focused back in, breathing jagged but stable as you start counting up. soon you let out a shakey breath before looking up at kunigami. your eyes widen in shock when you see him looking down at you with such hatred.

“your so pathetic. get the fuck up.” he barks, not a single ounce of remorse for his so called ‘best friend.’

i get up, knees shakey as i stumble. i look up at him and glare. “your bein’ a fuckin’ cunt right now kunigami.” his family name spilling from my lips like hot lava.

his face scrunches slightly at the sound of his family name coming from you mouth, something you never called him. “watch yer mouth, brat.” he growls.

“bite me, ren!” i snap back, my minds blank of how we ended up back to arguing but i continue to curse at him, ‘bitch’ and ‘pussy’ leave my mouth multiple times as i grill into him, walking closer to him, my hands shoving him backwards towards the wall….is what you swore just happened. your back and head are pounding as you feel the wall behind you and big strong hands holding yours next to your head in a painful grip, sharp, mean eyes staring at you like prey..

“shut up.” he spits, literally. he spit in your face. you flitch back at this, yelling as i trash in his grip. “let me go..! ren let me go!” i bark , trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“shut..up!” he yells back, pulling me forward before slamming me back against the wall. i yelp and stare at him wide eyed. a pathetic whimper leaving my throat as he moves closer to my face.

“watch that smart mouth of yours..or i teach you how to shut the fuck up..” he growls against my ear, body now flush against my chest. i can feel his heart beat..

“g-get the— fuck off me..!” i groan, once again squirming as his grip on my wrist tighten. he presses his body harder against mine, preventing me from moving as i squeak in surprise.

“do it again, watch what i fuckin’ do to you..” he whispers, for some reason its scarier than when his voice is raised. ‘he wont do shit..’ i think.

wrong. ooh sooo wrong you were.

his hands maneuver my hands above my hands, his left hand holding them firm against the wall. his right hand you ask? shoving his two longest fingers down your throat, harshly.

i gag hard on his thick fingers, trashing around as much as i could as he starts fucking my throat with his fingers, not pulling the out more than two inches before plunging the back down my throat. i gag and choke on his fingers as i try to pull my head away. i feel my eyes start to flutter into rhe back of my head at the lack of oxygen.

“fuckin’ slut..always bitchin’ ‘bout somethin’ dumb…fuckin’— take it..” he groan in my ear, it sends a shiver down my spine as my heads pushed back more as he pushes his digests deeper.. my body starts slowly sliding down the wall, he lets go of my wrist as he pulls me fully to my knees. my hands fly to his wrist and grip it weakly, trying to pull his hand out of my throat. tears begin to fall from my eyes as he tug my head back by my hair. a loud moan coming my sore throat.

“ gag, r- gag, en— gag” i sputter out, his fingers moving faster. my eyes fully rolling back now as i feel myself going limp.

“shut it, fuckin’ whore..you wanna talk back? this is what happens when you dont fuckin’ listen..” he growled into my ear. soon he removes his fingers, i lean against his thick thigh as i gasp and cough for air. his hand lands on my head, he grips my hair and pulls my neck back to look up at him. my eyes wide at the sight of his cock, gulp, hes huge..to big— way to fuckin’ big..

“open yer mouth..” he demands, i gasp as hip tip hits my lips. he takes this as a invitation to slam himself down my throat. i gag, hard, on his cock. his hand in my hair using it as a handle to pull my head up and down his length. using my mouth to his desires.

“shit— thats right..t-take this dick..fuuuck..” he groans lowly, rolling his head back as his tip hits the back of my throat. hips bucking up in my mouth.

a lewd, gul gul gul, comes from my throat as i open my mouth to gag and cough on his cock. my hands gripping his thighs harshly. nails leaving marks in there wake as i claw his legs. i fall on my ass as he pushing my back flush against the wall as he snaps his hips in my mouth over and over. calloused hands slammed against the wall and he uses my mouth like some fleshlight.

“fuckfuckfuck— take it- take this dick- f-fuck, g-gonna cum down that f-fuckin’ nasty throat baby..” he looks down, hips snapping at a slower speed but deeper this time small ‘take it.’ ‘s leave his mouth as he reaches his high. pressing my head against his pelvis with his right hands while he leans his forehead on his left forearm. groaning- no— growling as he cums down my throat. i cough and gag as he fills my mouth, he pulls away harshly as i gasp and take big gulps as i swallow his cum. my face is covered in spit ‘n cum.

“w-what..cough, gulp, is wrong- with you..?!” i shout hoarsly, throat sore from his assault with his cock.

he dosent reply, grabing my neck as he grips it harshly. walking me backwards and turning me around before pushing me on the bed. he pulls down my shorts and underwear quickly, he spits on my cunt. rubbing two fingers up from my clit to my entrance, pushing past my walls as he starts fingering me and hard.

i put my right hand out behind me, left gripping the blankets on his bed and i try to push his hand away. but, my attemps are in vain as he pins my hands behind my back as keeps fingering me, pushing a third finger in as he speeds up. he leans his chest against me from behind, his mouth biting down on my nape. leaving a harsh teeth back as he starts biting my neck.

“fuckin’ mouthy bitch..take my fuckin’ fingers slut..fuuck..pussy fuckin’ loves it huh..” he growls against my neck. my face falling against his bed as i moan loudly. hips grinding up to match his pace as a knot forms in my stomach.

“dont you dare fuckin’ cum..beg me for it..” he groans against my ear, licking and kissing down and up my neck. im a babbling mess but i manage to say one thing.

“f-fuuuck— you..!” i squeal as i feel myself on the brink of cumming. he pulls his hand from my cunt and pulls my leg up by my knee. resting it on his bed before he starts slapping my cunt and ass over and over.

“you never learn huh? fuckin’ spoiled brat.” he growls, slapping my wet cunt one last time as hard as he could. drawing a loud moan from my throat as my body loses the tenseness it had from his spanking. he pulls away, pulling my hips flush against his cock, he pulls my hips up and down along his length a few times before slipping into my pussy with a slow, deep thrust. his left hand pulling my head back by the hair, again…sigh… “fuckin’ loud mouth bitch..ill make you fuckin’ learn to hold that ditry tongue of yours next time..” he moans, hips slamming against mine as he using my hair as a handle to push himself deeper..

“r-reennnn-suukeee!” i gasp in a high pitches moan, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as i try to hold myself up with his harsh thrust pushing me forward over and over. fuck hes strong.. i think to myself, eyes crossing as he hits my g-spot dead on. i let out a loud, high pitches moan as he hits it repeatedly.

kunigami lets out a nasally laugh before he speaks. “that yer spot slut? s-shit..tightened around me- gotta be it hm?” he leans forward, harsh grip on your hair moving to you shoulder before wrapping his muscular arm around your neck. a headlock.

he hold his wrist with his left hand to hold your neck firmly. “f-fuuuck..thats it you dirty whore..cum on my cock- t-there ya go..shit..” he growls against my ear, pulling me into a messy and rough kiss as he hips pump his cock deeper into me.

i moan in his mouth as he tightens the headlock, i pull back as he hits my spot one last time before i cum hard on his cock. but of course, his pace quickens. chasing his own high.

he lets go of my neck, letting my chest and head fall against his bed and he pulls my hips higher. practically slamming my hips against his. its to much for your poor cunt.

“g-gonna cum..fuck— such a good pussy, fuuck..!” he growls once more before pulling me flush against him as he cums deep inside me. he leans against my back as he pumps his hips slowly as he drags out his orgasam.

“..not done with you yet..still havent learned your lesson properly have you?” he snarls in my ear.

its gonna be a long night..

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end!

hello hi yes its been a while (almost a year—) i hope you enjoyed!! i sure as hell did!! please feel free to reblog as it is greatly appreciated! :3

- dolly..

*do not copy, translate or steal my work.*

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‧˚₊⋅ ୨ anima ୧ ⋅₊˚‧

info: husband tom kaulitz x wife fem! reader

disclaimers: historical setting ‘60 in the south of italy; sicily, age gap 30 - 34 agnst and smut, unromanticized mafia, mention of sex, blood, drugs and guns, sexism.

remember in this one-shot i'm absolutely not saying that tom kaulitz is a bad person, this is a figment of my imagination.

‘a dead look. that's what they say, right? lifeless, glassy, ​​empty. the dead gaze was now a constant companion, always following her, never further than a blink of an eye. it hid in the back of her brain and accompanied her in dreams. His dead look, the exact moment he went from alive to no longer alive. y/n saw it in the quickest glances and darkest shadows, sometimes even in the mirror, on her own face...’

as soon as i enter our bedroom, i notice my husband sitting at his desk. near our double bed, with a cigarette between his lips and only in boxers. his head is slightly bowed and his long wavy hair covering his face.

we have never sailed in gold, on the contrary. we live in a small remote village in the south of Italy, in the early sixties. crime is very high and having a husband who is part of it is equally scary. our house is too small for seven people, too old and ruined. but that's all we can afford.

i approach his chair, looking at my husband with a tired look. caressing my swollen belly, covered by an old blue dress.

we already have five children and now i'm in the fifth month, waiting for the sixth child. and despite everything, he always wants more children. because he doesn't care, because at the end of the day i'm the one who will have to take care of them. i have always been a very sweet and fragile woman, unlike my husband i cannot scold or hit our children...

“tom please... go talk to our children, they haven't listened to me. dinner is ready and eleonora didn't want to prepare the table, i've told her so many times, but she doesn't listen to me” his face, as well as his muscular body. he's covered with many old scars. caused by guns, batons and sharp weapons. his masculine smell is enticing. he has a dangerous aura. he glances at me briefly, but then looks back down at the gun in his hand and continues cleaning it.

“have no time for children. they don't listen to you, because they know you're too weak to do anything. they fear me, but they don't respect you. if you don't want to punish them, i will and i won't be gentle. make sure they're in line”

i observe how my husband carefully cleans his gun, a beretta 87. the old white cloth with some black and other slightly greyish stains, is in his large right hand, while the gun is in his left hand. even though tom isn't touching me right now, i feel the slight roughness of his hands and his firm grip on those two objects.

my heartbeat accelerates slowly, knowing full well that he will beat the children and especially eleonora. for not listening to me. a feeling of regret, slowly spreads in my heart. regretting that i had not remained silent and said nothing to my husband. “please tom, don't hit them”

“then do your job. i've told you a hundred times. they need to behave properly. i give them enough food, even though we don't make a lot of money. i keep this family together, while you do nothing all day, and now you aren't even capable of raising them properly. i've had enough”

his words are sharp blades to my poor heart, the feeling of not doing enough for my family returns and i once again feel like a completely useless mother and wife. tom and i don't even notice that little camilla, only four years old. she's watching us at the doorway, in the small space of the door lock, listening to our words. “i'm sorry... but i can't be strict with them”

“then leave it to me” camilla watches through the crack in the door, her face a picture of sadness and fear. she hugs her favorite teddy bear for comfort and tries to hold back her tears.

“it's really hard for me to handle five kids, tom. our sixth child will also be born in a few months and you still want to get me pregnant” my eyes show all my worry and fear. we don't live in gold and having little money it's really difficult to feed seven mouths. “that's your job. you are a woman, so you shouldn't be so weak. all you have to do is lie down a few times a month and keep the house clean. if my mother could manage with nine children, you also can” he shakes his head, his voice getting more and more annoyed. “and if i want another child, we will have another child” his tone of voice is cold, there's not the slightest hint of kindness or understanding in his words.

tom doesn't understand at this moment that i'm just scared of not being able to give a future. i look away from his face, breaking our eye-contact. and then lower my gaze further and observe my maternal womb. i gently caress my belly, as if i wanted to comfort our little son, not yet born. “i'm just scared, tom”

“how can you be scared about something completely normal. having children is the most natural thing in the world. and if i want another child, you will give birth to it, as many times as i want” he lights another cigarette and takes a deep drag. “is that understood? if i ask for another child, you have to fulfill my demand”

“tom, my only fear is for their future. i'm afraid that they won't have a comfortable future” i look up again, looking into my husband's eyes. his beautiful hazel eyes, which i had fallen in love with when we were only sixteen. my tone of voice is sweet, sweet like a freshly baked apple pie, with brown sugar and cinnamon on top. “the future of your children isn't my problem. i don't care what happens when they're old enough to take care of themselves. they have a roof over their heads and warm food on the table. what more do they need?” he looks back at me and shakes his head in disbelief. “do you know how many children in this country sleep on the street? how many don't have anything to eat? and you're whining, because you don't know if your children will be comfortable when they grow up. ridiculous...”

the strong smell of burnt tobacco, persists in our bedroom. the tanned skin of his powerful and muscular body shines softly in the light of the scorching mid-july sun. a soft sigh escapes my lips, as i look at my husband's handsome face and his words echo in my mind, like a broken cassette. “and this doesn't scare you? aren't you afraid that something similar could happen to our children too? then it is also useless for you to want many children, if you don't even care about their future”

his eyes sparkle for a moment and with the cigarette in his mouth, he gets up and takes a step towards me. “you don't get it, do you?” his rough hands grab mine upper arms and pull me close. his face is just a few inches away from mine and his voice is a whisper, laced with passion. “what i want is very important to me. we will have more children. not because of any concerns about the future, but because i want more children. and i will get what i want and i'm not afraid at all. you keep forgetting that i'll protect my family. i have no time for childish fears, i'm not scared of anything. my children grow up with my teaching, they already know how to behave. so there's nothing to worry about”

he takes another drag on the cigarette and keeps staring at me, as if wondering what's wrong with me. the silence between us remains for a few seconds, then he breaks it with a question. “are you really afraid that your children will become like me?”

his eyes sparkle for a moment and with the cigarette in his mouth he places his gun now polished and cleaned of oil and small blood stains that had remained encrusted on the barrel of the silver gun, he gets up and takes a step towards me. his rough hands grab mine upper arms and pull me close. he bends slightly to be at my height and be able to look me in the eyes.

“our children are yours too, this means that part of your dna is in their bodies. they will most likely follow in your footsteps and that scares me, they will do very bad things and they will have to constantly hide from the authorities”

i winces in slight pain when he grabs my arms. he's so strong, so aggressive. the mere touch of his hands makes her tremble like a leaf in a storm. and he's so tall that my head barely reaches his shoulders. a shiver runs down my spine, the feeling of being so exposed and defenseless before him. “why are you so worried that the children will end up like me? you should be proud. and besides, as i said, i'll protect them from the authorities. i will do anything to protect my family”

i observe his face with fear, while his grip on my arms becomes more and more iron and his nails dig slightly into my pale skin covered with a light layer of sweat, forming small reddish crescents. “about what exactly? drug dealing or arms trafficking or human organ trafficking or to kill innocent people? would you want this for our children?” little camilla continues to observe in silence, from the small lock of the old wooden door. holding her teddy bear close to her chest, not understanding what is happening, between her mother and father.

“whatever. if that's what's necessary to gain money and keep the family together, i wouldn't rule out anything. my work is dirty, but it helps to feed the children and keep them safe. and as long as people keep buying my goods, nothing will change.” he lets go of my arms and takes a step back, but despite this, he still looks at me with a serious look that causes me to tremble. his words are full of coldness and indifference. and his facial expression is like that of someone who has no fear of anything...

during the night the sultry heat does not fade, but continues to persist. our bedroom windows are open, as are our children's windows. the light of the moonlight penetrates our room. gently illuminating our completely naked bodies, after spending a night of pure passion.

my husband tom, is lying on his back. a light layer of sweat illuminates his skin and his muscular body. making it juicier and even more desirable than before. his big penis, is still completely hard and erect. it's gently resting on his lower abdomen, while his big balls are still full. the fat pink mushroom tip glistens slightly, leaking a bit of pre-cum. his long hair is slightly wet with sweat and one arm is resting under his head, flexing his bicep. i too, like him, am completely naked. the body of a pregnant woman, with abundant breasts full of milk. “thank you, my beloved tom”

he stares at me, lying next to him. my long hair covering lightly my face and my body still dripping with sweat and other bodily fluids of our last night of passion. one of his hands caresses my shoulder and his voice is full of passion. “you did well. really well. maybe you shouldn't complain so much all the time” he smiles and his other hand moves the hair out of my face. “if you keep being a good wife, i'm sure we will have many more nights like this in the months to come”

my head rests on his muscular chest. the moonlight softly illuminates our bodies, reflecting our shadows on the wall behind me. dancing sweetly. it's good scent of leather, burnt tobacco and white musk invades my nostrils, clouding my mind. I gently and slowly caress his lightly tanned skin with my fingertips, the small tattoo on his left pectoral at heart level catches my gaze. my name written in cursive, etched into his skin. brings back many sweet memories.

my heartbeat slowly accelerates as i take in his small tattoo and the multiple scars adorning his body. scars caused by a difficult life and a violent and loveless childhood and adolescence. “do you remember when we were in our early twenties? we had been married a few months ago and i remember that one night you came home with your shoulder completely bloody. i remember that they put three bullets in your left shoulder, and i took all three off you with my bare hands. i still remember your screams of pain and all my cries, i was terrified of losing you. when i disinfected your wound and sewed it up myself, because you didn't want to go to the hospital. and i remember changing your bandages every day” i speak to him softly, stroking the small divot on his left shoulder. “two opposites linked for eternity, our souls belong to each other as well as our hearts”

a smile appears on his lips. “i remember. you're so strong, my love. and we really are a good match” he caresses my hair and my face, his movements slow and gentle. “we're like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that can't be separated from each other...”

his sweet caresses, mixed with his words of love which are not always present in our marriage. they are like warm honey to my heart. i slowly close my eyes, abandoning myself to his fingers that tangle in my long wavy blonde hair, now loose. that fall onto the green sheets of our mattress.

“you have to understand, my love” his hands move to my hips, caressing my body and moving my hair away from my face. “you are the mother of my children, you take care of the house. so i can build a future for us. you are everything to me. the most important thing in my life...” his eyes are warm and kind, looking right at me. the light from the night shines gently on his broad chest and my swollen belly.

06.30 of the morning.

i slowly go down the creaking wooden stairs, which lead to the small kitchen along with the living room. the house is particularly quiet, everyone is still sleeping.

from the old wooden door, with opaque glass. i notice the light on and the slight noise of the box television turned on to the news. as soon as i open the door i notice michele, sitting on the dining table slightly bent over with a bowl of hot milk and stale bread. his brown hair is slightly disheveled and his eyes are tired. michele is the oldest of his brothers, he is ten years old and is a carbon copy of tom. both aesthetically and temperamentally. i slowly approach him, with my left hand resting on my maternal womb, covered by the old green dress, caressing it gently.

“good morning michele, why are you already awake?” i ask him softly, bringing my right hand closer to his head, to stroke his messy hair. leaning slightly to give him a sweet kiss on his hair.

he looks up as if he's surprised and then smiles. “hello, mama. i woke up because i was hungry, so i turned on the television and made myself some breakfast... are the little ones still asleep? they usually sleep a lot” he takes a bite from the bread and sips his milk. his brown hair is still disheveled and a few crumbs are stuck on his small white pajamas. “what are you going to do now, mama?”

a sweet smile forms on my lips at his words, i gently caress her soft hair, combing it lightly with my fingers. “very good, michele. yes, everyone is still sleeping” i whisper to him, so as not to wake the children and my husband, who are all still sleeping.

“i have to prepare breakfast. there's apricot jam tart in the oven, why didn't you get it?” i ask him, moving away from michele to approach the kitchen, and open the pot cupboard where the moka is located, to prepare coffee for tom.

the old wooden glass door is opened again. the strong smell of burnt tobacco invades the entire small living room and kitchen. i turn slightly, noticing my husband's tired look. his wavy brown hair gently caresses his broad, muscular shoulders. he is only wearing a pair of white underwear, his big morning erection, despite being covered, is still visible. the hand-rolled cigarette is only half-smoked, hanging from his soft lips. “buongiorno amore”

“buongiorno, amore mio” tom's voice is low and rough, his tired eyes still fixed on me. he takes a drag from his cigarette and smiles at me, his lips full of desire. “i'm really hungry, what have you prepared for me? there's only bread and jam this morning...” his body is a masterpiece of male power and raw sexiness. the white briefs covering his morning erection give his body a touch of male dominance and strength.

his voice is even lower and hoarse in the morning. the eyes cold and fixed on my body, despite my abundant breasts full of milk, after having given birth to five children and waiting for the sixth, with the swollen belly of a visibly pregnant mother. tom is still strongly attracted to me, i can feel it in his gaze, which burns softly and slowly on my body. “uhm... if you want there is some fruit left in the fridge, in the oven there is the apricot jam tart that i prepared yesterday afternoon and the coffee will be ready in a few minutes” he smiles, the desire in his eyes slowly turning into anger and annoyance.

“i don't want to eat cold tart and a piece of fruit, after how much i had to work yesterday i deserve something better” he gets up from the chair, his hands on his hips and takes a step towards me. “or are you too lazy to make me a proper breakfast? and you should know it's not just for me. the kids need breakfast, too” his body and his voice are full of testosterone and anger. his firm, cold voice sends a shiver of worry down my spine. the little one inside me kicks immediately at the sound of his voice. as if he realized something was wrong.

i briefly shift my gaze to michele, his face lowered as he continues to soak the stale bread in hot milk, without daring to look up. but he observes the whole situation from the corner of his eye and i can sense all the hatred that michele feels for his father. and it breaks my heart. i immediately turn my gaze back to my husband, letting a small sigh of sadness leave my lips.

“if you want i can prepare you some hard-boiled eggs, some cured meats and cheeses. but children don't eat much in the morning...”

“so, you have time to bake stupid tarts, but you don't have enough time to make a proper, nutritious breakfast for your family?” he takes a step closer and looks into my eyes, his anger still present in his voice. “as if i'd believe you that the children don't eat much in the morning. you don't even want to make the effort, do you? you don't really care for our sons and daughters” his voice is loud, full of anger and annoyance, but his body still looks masculine and attractive.

little michele's face slowly becomes redder and redder. his hands clenched into two fists, the way his father is talking to his mother. causing him enormous discomfort. i immediately look down at his words, bringing both my hands to my womb, caressing it gently. the little one inside me, not yet born, begins to kick insistently, as if he wanted to protect me from his father. “uhm but... it's the truth tom, i know very well what children prefer to eat for breakfast, and it's something very light. would you like some eggs, with some cured meats and tomatoes, with coffee?”

he sighs deeply and shakes his head. the anger in him slowly turns into a mixture of disappointment and sadness. his voice becomes softer, almost as if he felt guilty for shouting at me in front of the children. “yes, alright fine” he turns around and sits back down next to michele. he takes a long drag of his cigarette and doesn't say anything for a long time. the anger doesn't disappear, but is hidden under a deep sadness. he looks at his son out of the corner of his eye.

in the afternoon the sun is even more scorching, the shutters are closed completely to prevent the heat from entering the house, as is the entrance door which is semi-closed. the sun ruins the vegetables in the garden, it makes the centrioles small and hard, the tomatoes dry without a minimum of juice. michele, eleonora, leonardo and edoardo are out playing with the neighbors. little camilla is currently taking her afternoon nap, in her bedroom shared with eleonora. while i'm standing, in the middle of the small living room, ironing clothes. tom went to town with some associates, to transact some 'business'.

in the afternoon, the house looks peaceful and almost deserted. tom's car is missing from the driveway and our children, except for the little one sleeping in her room, are outside playing with the neighbors. i can feel the warm air through the thin curtains and the sunlight creates delicate patterns of light and shade on the wooden floor. i carefully iron a pile of tom's shirts, before starting with the children's socks and underwear. the television and radio are turned off, focusing on the sound of the irons and the warm breeze coming through the windows. the house is particularly quiet, the only noise present is that of the steam from the hot iron. i spent the last two hours cleaning the house and ironing in complete peace of mind.

the little one inside me is also particularly calm at this moment, as if he too has fallen asleep. he kicks gently from time to time, to make me feel his presence.

as the afternoon wears on, i feel the tiredness slowly creeping into my body. i'm sweating from the summer heat and the exertion from cleaning the house and ironing. my back starts to hurt and my muscles are tired from standing and bending all the time. then the sound of the front door opening breaks the peace of mind and the sound of tom's heavy steps reverberate throughout the house. he has the same tired voice as this morning and his face reflects a mixture of annoyance and anger. the old solid wood entrance door opens slowly. i look up from camilla's little blue t-shirt, noticing my husband entering the house and closing the door behind him, without saying anything. his eyebrows are furrowed and an annoyed frown is present on his handsome masculine face. his well-defined body is hidden by his clothes, but you can feel the roughness and hardness of his body.

“hi love... be quiet please, camilla is taking her nap. everything went fine?”

“do you want me to be quiet in my own damn house?” tom's voice doesn't hide the annoyance and anger in him. he takes off his jacket and t-shirt and throws them next to his bag on the back of a chair. he's only wearing his boxers and black socks, displaying his masculine and hard physique. his skin is tanned and dark in tone, his hair is still messy and filled with sweat.

a loud sigh leaves his lips as he strides towards the bathroom. i lower my gaze again to continue with what i was doing a few moments ago. tom hasn't closed the bathroom door and i can hear him urinating and coughing, due to the many cigarettes he smokes.

a few moments later, the sound of his loud footsteps echo again. tom is back in the living room and heads straight for the fridge. he takes a beer out and opens it without a word. ge takes a few sips and looks into the distance. he speaks slowly after some time and his voice looks a lot softer and even a bit regretful. “sorry, i had a bad day, honey. i know i shouldn't be taking it all out on you” i don't take my eyes off my white t-shirt with yellow stripes, while the steam from the iron slowly flares up in the small living room, a sweet smile forms on my lips at his words.

“don't worry love, what happened?” tom's eyes remain on the white t-shirt i been ironing, as if he wants to make sure i'm not looking at his face. “there's been a problem with a shipment. a large batch of my goods was stolen yesterday during delivery” he looks at you for a moment and takes a sip of his beer. “this month's earning will be very small” afrown appears on his face and his voice is full of worry. my husband's words cloud my thoughts, right now the only thing i think about are our five children and soon to be six. i think about the future of each of them and my heartbeat slowly accelerates. i stop what i was doing and look up to look at my husband. his light blue shirt is slightly unbuttoned and i can glimpse his toned pecs and some short hair.

“my god... as if we already had so much money. and this is exactly why i'm telling you that i wouldn't want to have any more children, tom. we don't have money, i'm telling you this for their own good” tom's mood immediately changes and he looks at me in a more serious manner. as if a huge stone was placed in his stomach.

“listen here little woman. you're pregnant and it's time for you to stop moaning and complaining. i decide how many children we're going to have, not you” he takes a step toward you and speaks with more force in his voice. “i'm trying to do my best to provide for my whole family, and yet you complain as if everything isn't enough for you” i follow my husband with my gaze, raising my head when he comes closer to me so i can look better at his handsome masculine face. his jaw is clenched and i can tell just from the way he looks at me that he is very angry with me right now.

“i have never complained. in fact i have always tried to adapt to your needs, always obeying you. the problem is that you are too selfish, and you are not interested in the well-being of our children” my voice is firm, i don't take my eyes off my husband. observing her dark hazel orbs, which i fell madly in love with and still am in love with.

“i'm scared for their future, tom” his eyes remain on mine, as if he wants to intimidate me. “of course i'm interested in the well-being of my children. i work every day to give them the best life possible. i just feel like you're never satisfied with anything i do” his voice is loud and full of indignation, as he takes a step closer to me. “do you think it's easy to provide for a family with five children? and soon there'll be six...” he gestures to my swollen belly, with disdain. “and if you didn't want to have children, you had to keep your legs closed”

a small sigh escapes my lips. i shift my gaze slightly, looking at the open window near the refrigerator, the sky is still blue and there isn't even a cloud. a few birds fly towards the horizon and in the background you can hear chickens croaking. “i'm not so naïve as to not know that supporting seven people is difficult, and I'm not saying that. but if you had promised me, after i had graduated with top marks, we could have moved to milan and led a better life, with two salaries. but you didn't want to because you kept telling me that career women are whores”

he clenches his jaw, his voice becoming even louder and more aggressive toward me with every word i speak. “you need to accept your role as a mother and wife! i work hard every day to provide for this family, and yet you're out there with your feminist bullcrap, thinking that you can lead a better life somewhere else with your career” he takes another step closer to me. “if you keep criticizing me like that, i'll throw you, and the little whore inside you, out of my house”

my eyebrows furrow slightly at his sharp words, as if they were a thousand sharp blades piercing my heart countless times. i cross both my arms over my chest, forgetting for a moment that the iron is still on. “besides the fact that you're extremely rude, it's not just you who works. i also work hard to take care of you and our children, to keep the house clean and make food for our family, but above all to educate our children and help them with their homework, comfort them and support them, i have to take care of them when they are sick... the only problem is your machismo, i only expressed my opinion but it's you who continues to criticize me for everything i do”

his face becomes even more filled with anger as he looks at me. “oh... you're trying to tell me what you do is similar to what I'm doing for this family, is that it?” he laughs in a sarcastic way and approaches me even more. “aww... poor you, you have to take care of my children and cook some food. you also want to call that 'work'? that's just a normal duty of a woman. a normal woman shouldn't have to work outside of the house like a hooker”

for a moment i shift my gaze slightly to make sure that rom and i haven't woken up little camilla from her afternoon nap, and then look him in the eyes again. at his words i shake my head in negative, not agreeing with him.

my heartbeat slowly accelerates, as does my breathing which slowly becomes heavier. “i don't agree with you at all, just as a man works outside of his home, a woman should too. the only thing i bitterly regret is that i gave up everything for love. i gave up my career as a teacher, i gave up so many things for you, because you didn't want”

tom is more close to me now and can smell the pheromones of my body and my heated skin. he laughs again, in a more mocking and arrogant way, looking at me. “oh, you don't agree with me? then i guess i should kick you out of the house, you feminist whore. it's my house and it's my rules. if i say you're a stay at home wife, then you're a stay at home wife. if i say you're just supposed to have children for me, then that's what you're going to do...”

our faces are a few centimeters apart, my husband's tall and powerful body is slightly bent forward, the protruding vein on the left side of his neck is clearly visible. the tension in the air is palpable, my arms are still folded and the small frown doesn't leave my face. “this is also my home and just as you have your opinions, i have mine and i have the same right as you to express them”

he smiles at me and moves a tiny little bit closer, so that his body is pressed against mine. he's only wearing his boxers, and i can feel the warmth coming from his hard muscles and the heat and sweat in his body. “so you think i'm going to be like all those weak men who are dominated by their women?” he laughs at me in a rough and arrogant way and puts his hand on my waist, while looking into my eyes. i can feel the strength and masculine power coming in waves coming from his body and his breath. the little one i carry in my womb kicks slightly, as if he can feel all the tension between me and his father. his large right hand lightly squeezes my left hip, even through the light fabric of my dress i can feel the roughness of his hand. his breathing is heavy and slightly stresses my face, while my heartbeat accelerates more and more. “i'm not saying this, i don't want to dominate anyone... but we have the same rights and the same priorities”

“oh really?” his voice becomes low and i realize he's smiling at me again. the strength of his grip on my left hip becomes even more intense, as his fingertips dig into my skin a little. i can't help but feel the masculine and dominating presence of his body, and at the same time feel the passion and lust in his voice. “you have to accept what your place is. you're my wife and as a wife, your duty is to take care of my family. so don't you dare talk back to me again...”

the sun is slowly setting, the sky has turned a pale orange and pale pink. the birds fly high in the sky and the cicadas have just started their monotonous song. all seven of us are sitting at the table, having dinner in complete tranquility. the television is on and the journalist's voice fills the small kitchen together with the small living room. the metal forks tap lightly on the ceramic plates, while we dine in religious silence.

the family dinner is quiet and calm. everyone is eating their food in complete silence, only occasionally accompanied by the sound of forks and knives on plates. the television is on and the journalist's voice is the only thing being heard in the kitchen and small living room. tom's daughter camilla, who is the younger of the two girls, is sitting on her little feet on the chair. she takes some bites from her plate and looks at her father with a slight smile on her face. her blonde hair is curled up and her light brown eyes are filled with youth and innocence. little camilla moves her toes slightly, then taps them gently on the wooden chair and happily chews her morsels of meat with tomato and white onion. his gaze is on his father, while tom is focused on the news on television.

michele, eleonora, leonardo and edoardo eat their dinner in religious silence. occasionally looking up to watch television. “what did you four do with the neighbors, today?” i ask sweetly to michele, eleonora, leonardo and edoardo.

leonardo looks at me with a little smile and answers. “we played outside. we chased each other and made up some small games” tom is still eating his food in silence and looks at the television. once again, the only sound heard is the eating of food. his expression is neutral and his eyes continue to look at the television. he's still thinking about the theft of the goods this morning.

hii 🥨 how are you? i'm so so happy that december has started, i can't wait for december 8th to put up the christmas tree and i should also start making gifts for christmas 🙃 even though i will be swamped with work and driving school, i will still try to post once a week. i'm so sorry for the grammatical and spelling errors, but english is not my native language. xoxo flo.

[thesillestluxeandcastiel]

Don't!

Cordell Walker x Suicidal!Child!Reader

Author summary: Reader suffers from self harm and Cordell is blind enough to ignore the warning signs untill they fully try to commit.

Tw: Cursing, Heavy agnst, Heavy Fluff, Self harm mention, and Suicide mention.

S/C = Selected Clothes

W/J = Wanted Job

So, here we are folks! As much as I'd like to send all of you to therapy myself, I cannot. As someone who struggles with the same things, if you can, PLEASE get help. Either that, or call the suicide and self harm prevention hotline. (988) thank you for listening to my rant as someone who goes through the same things, and has lost quite a few people from these things.

Also, the x reader (romantic) will be out shortly. Probably the same storyline, just adjusted.

Thank you for reading my rant lovelies. Looks like I've kept you long enough, so let's get movin on, shall we?

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You groaned softly as you woke up. Smelling Grandma and Grandpas 'famous' bacon. You smiled, and got up. Quickly realizing the blade you had used yesterday was still left on your counter. 'Shit, shit what if dad saw? What if August saw? Stella?!' You thought, rushing over to lock it in one of your drawers. You sighed, hoping it was none of the above.

See, you were the middle child. August was the youngest, and Stella was the oldest. Obviously, you were different. Y/n Walker. 'What a wonderful name,' You thought sarcastically as you got up to look into the mirror. Last night you had only worn a S/C and some underwear, so you lifted up the sleeves of your S/Cto see the damage.

'Holy shit. That...that might be permanent.' You thought as you stared at self-inflicted scars with wide eyes. Then, suddenly Stella bursted into your room. "Hey, dad sent me in here to wake you- oh your already up!" She smiled at you. You quickly pulled down your sleeves, smiling back at her. "Yes Ms Blue, I am. Nowww I would like to get dressed, if you don't mind." You retorted, smiling and leaning your head towards the door. She groaned, and walked out the door with a smile.

'Now, what the fuck do I wear to hide all this shit?' You thought, staring at yourself in the mirror again.

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You had chosen a simple sweater and jeans. Also a belt. Only problem was it was a very hot day in Texas, so you were sweating bullets. Especially because you were doing chores with your dad.

Cordell quickly noticed something was wrong with your outfit. It was what, 90 degrees? Why are you wearing a sweater??

"Yknow, it might be easier if you just took the sweater off, N/n." He stated, focusing on carving the new post just right.

You bit your lip and mentally panicked because what the fuck were you supposed to say?

"Uh- well, it's my favorite sweater so... I'll just wear it for now!" You knew that wouldn't keep your father away for too long, especially sense it's... Him. But he brushed it off for now, making conversations here and there as he worked. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

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You sat down at the dinner table. Luckily, no one was here currently so you could just relax for once. You sighed, and put your head into your hands, rubbing your temples. 'Today has been one hell of a day,' you thought, chuckling slightly. Then, you felt a figure slide into the chair in front of you. You looked up to see a very serious Liam staring back at you.

"N/n." He started, staring at your arms. Then, the anxiety rushed to your head, fearful of what he could've found.

"Do you mind explaining," he started, and then whipped out your journal and slammed it onto the table. "This? And don't play dumb with me, I read it. All of it." He explained, staring at you with worried eyes.

"U-uncle liam, i-" you started, tearing up. Quickly, you forced the tears back down. After mom, you promised yourself you wouldn't cry.

"I, uhm, have been struggling, a lot recently. As you probably read." You stated, motioning at the journal. He nodded.

"I understand that, but talk to one of us. Me, Your grandpa, hell, does your dad even know?" He asked, staring at you with concerned, but angry/disappointed eyes. Suddenly, Cordell walked in.

"Do I know what?" He asked, looking between you and Liam.

You looked at Liam with 'please, I'll tell him on my own time. Just don't do this!' Eyes, holding a breath. Liam sighed.

"Oh, uhm nothing much. Just discussing career paths with N/n over here. Yknow, it's crazy, they told me they want to work at a w/j!" He responded smiling quickly to cover the act, and you sighed a heavy sigh of relief. He probably got that from your journal. You smiled and looked at your father, nodding.

Cordell shrugged. He knew something was up, but it couldn't be Serious enough that his brother would lie to him about his own kid, right? He smiled, and went to sit next to you.

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It was, what? 3:30 am and here you are. Having a panic attack over cutting yourself. Again. 'Screw it, I'm ending this. Tonight.' You thought, sneaking out of your room quickly and quietly,  trying not to make a lot of noise to wake anyone. Successfully, you had made it out the door.

See, Y/n walker didn't take special classes for nothing. You pulled a little trick, and managed to grab the keys for the mercadi on the way out. You grabbed them carefully, turning on the car and speeding off. Did you even have a license yet? 'No, but who the hell cares!' You thought speeding off. Little did you know, August had seen the whole thing.

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"Dad, DAD! wake up!" Stella shook her dad awake, he groaned and turned over to look at her.

He coughed and sat up, blankets still around him. "Yes, Yes Stella what's up? Why must you wake a tired ranger at, 4:00 in the morning?" He asked, yawning.

"Y/n is gone! August told me he saw them drive off with the mercadi! Dad, they don't even have a license!" She practically yelled at him.

"THEYRE WHAT?!" he yelled, springing out of bed quickly. He ran and put his ranger equipment on quickly, before returning back in front of Stella.

"Stella, listen." He crouched down in front of her. "They'll be okay, we'll find them I promise alright? Now, you go grab August and get him in the car." Stella nodded quickly, running out of the room to go grab August. Truth be told, he was worried. Enough of his family had died already. 'No no, no dark thoughts right now, N/n is more important. ' he thought, and nervously stepped out of the room, practically running downstairs and outside into the car.

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There you were, just peacefully sitting on the not so safe side of the railing. You took a deep breath in of fresh air, staring down at the busy street below you. 'I could just jump now, what am I waiting for?' You thought, and slowly wiggled your way off the edge. Starting to fall, untill a hand grabbed you back. You looked confused, turning around you saw August.

"August?! Wha- what are you doing here?" You asked nervously. Staring at your brothers worried face.

"Oh I don't know, I'm here because I'm not gonna let my sibling KILL THEMSELVES?! DAD! STELLA! HELP!" He yelled.

'Shit, shit, shit. This is not good, holy fuck.' You thought, letting go of his hand. "August, just let me go. I don't have to be a burden anymore." You said, staring at him with upset eyes as you teared up.

"Wha- NO! DAD- STELLA, PLEASE!" he yelled again, grabbing your hand tighter and trying to pull you up untill eventually your dad and Stella bursted through the door. Staring at you dangling off the edge. Cordell looked at you with shock, his mouth making a small O shape. Stella immediately started to tear up, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Uh, a little HELP, please?" August yelled at them, untill they snapped out of their trance. Quickly, you tried to wiggle your way out of August's grasp, but it was no use, as Cordell had a hold of your hand now, along with Stella.  Quickly, you were pulled over the railing. You broke down, watching them all stare at you like some kind of lab experiment. Then, Cordell hugged you, as tight as he could.

You gasped, staring into his chest. Then, August joined the hug, along with Stella.

Shortly after they let go, and Cordell crossed his arms, staring down at you. "I think I can speak for all of us when I say, don't do this again, N/n. We love you. What would this family be like without you? You can always talk to any of us, you know that, right?" He asked, almost crying himself.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just didn't wanna be a burden.." You sobbed out. He sighed, and smiled at you.

"Well, let's take you somewhere where you aren't a burden then. Let's go home, okay?" He asked, smiling down at you. You smiled back, and nodded, still crying.

And eventually, maybe you would get better. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually get better.

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Originally written from wattpad, so if you recognize this from that you know who I am now!

1627 words! My best so far 😈

Bonus: Cordell watched you intently as you emptied your drawers for anything sharp as he held out his hand. You groaned and handed them to him. He frowned softly. "Yknow we all love you, right?" We're all here. Even if your grandpa seems like.. A meanie sometimes, even he'd listen about this. Okay?" He asked. You nodded, tearing up again. He smiled softly. "Alright, alright." He hugged you tightly, and for once, you hugged him back.

[miissmm]

master list. I write for these fandoms and in these tags.

Hello! English is not my native language, I use machine translation. Sorry.

fandoms.

Kimetsu no Yaiba.

Jujutsu Kaisen.

Tokyo Revengers.

Blue lock.

Genshin Impact.

Honkai:Star Rail.

tags.

Yandere.

Soft.

Agnst.

series.

Muzan sister

Miss m.

[somewosoloverrr]

can you write a agnst/fluff max mayfield fanfic, where Max is sleeping over at readers house and has a a panic attack due to a nightmare and reader has to comfort her? Ty ILYSM 🫶🫶

Of courseee, here it is hope you like it. Thanks for requesting.

Love you too <333

Panic Attack

Max Mayfield x r

Tw: panic attack, mention of pill overuse and death, kissing ?

The year after Billy’s death was hard, really fucking hard especially for Max. And you knew that so you tried to help her as much as you could.

However there where too many changes, with Will and El leaving to California, Hopper and Billy dying and starting High school. It was impossible to be of much help.

So after a month of the Byers departure you noticed it, Max started slowly drifting away from you, she was slipping through your fingers. And the worst thing is no matter how hard you tried you couldn��t stop it.

You were expecting it, you knew any day now she would break up with you, and she certainly did.

Funny thing is, you didn’t even cry, because the Max you fell in love with has been long gone, ever since Billy’s death.

You sometimes went over to her trailer, as you also lived in the trailer park so it was easy. Some days you brought her food, or new comics, or more cassettes. She just muttered a few thank you’s and then close the door on your face and you’d go back home somewhat heartbroken but what else could you do ?

Ever since high school started you naturally drifted to the popular group as you played soccer. The rest of the party was in hellfire club, except for Lucas and Max.

You noticed Max was always alone, with her Walkman on. You also noticed how she would go to the schools therapist and had seen her take multiple times pills, but not just one a handful of them.

You tried to talk her about it but the only thing she would do was deny and then flip you off.

But now everything was ten times worse, with the appearance of yet another super natural being from the upside down, Vecna.

You remember that day, the day that made you and Max closer again.

It was night and like always you ordered some take away pizza and while it was still warm you went over to Maxs trailer.

You gently knocked on the door but no one came so you knocked it with more force this time but to yo our surprise it opened as it wasn’t locked.

Then you noticed the TV on and Ms. Mayfield on the couch surrounded by cans of beer. You frowned feeling bad for Max, her mom was shit half of the time.

You didn’t wanna intrude so you called out for max “Max?!, Max?, are you in here ?”

You heard foot steps coming your way as the red head shouted “coming!”

Then you heard stumbling as she cursed “shit”

You ran inside, and took a right to the hall and saw Max on the floor. “Fuck, you okay?” you asked worried for the girl as you helped her get up. You grabbed her by waist to help pull her up.

Once she was standing both of you were left on an awkward position, your hands on her waist and hers on your neck.

She didn’t let go so you didn’t either, you were left staring at each other. God you missed those blue eyes so much.

And then it just happened, she leaned in and so did you and both of your lips met. The kids was slow and passionate you kissed the girl gently but as soon as it started it ended.

Max looked at you as she broke it “Sorry, I-

You placed your hands on her face reassuring her “Hey, red it’s fine… I’ve, I’ve really missed this”

She smiled and put a strand of your hair behind your ear, as a blush came across your cheeks “me too… even tough I broke up with you”

After hearing those words you kissed her again and she quickly kissed you back this kiss being a bit faster than the other one.

After you broke the kiss you grabbed the pizza you brought for her and held it up “do you wanna go eat at my place?”

“Yeah, I would like that” she replied while lightly smiling.

You both walked out of her trailer, side by side in silence. Your hands brushing every once and a while whilst you walked. Until you grabbed her hand and she chuckled as you did so.

When you got to your trailer you opened the door with your key and held it open for her motioning for her to come in.

“Always a gentlewoman” The red head commented. “Only for you” you replied as you hit the door.

Once she walked in she noticed the couch missing, “where’s your couch?” she asked.

“My dad sold it, needed money for good knows what” you replied. “But we can go eat it in my room, I moved the tv there”

“Ok cool” the girl replied as she followed you to your room.

After a while you had finished the pizza and were watching The Goonies on your tv. You could tell Max was tired as her head would fall down every once in a while.

“You know, you can stay over if you want, since it’s Friday my dad won’t come back until tomorrow afternoon “ you suggested

“Mmh, sure thanks y/n” she replied sleepily.

After you gave her more comfortable clothes to sleep in she immediately fell asleep on your bed.

You finished the movie and couldn’t sleep, how weird is this, I’m on the bed with my ex, you thought. You missed Max so much and know she kissed you.

You were just dumbly smiling and then you noticed Max was sleeping uncovered so you grabbed a blanket and covered her. As you were gonna go to your Sid Eid the bed you felt Maxs hand gripping your wrist mumbling “stay..

So you put the covers over both of you and rested in front of her as she cuddled up to you, putting her face in the crook of your neck as she grabbed your waist with one of her hands.

You smiled at this, and played with her hair, you were extremely happy and therefore could finally relax so you finally drifted of to sleep.

Suddenly you woke up, as you felt the red head beside you breathing heavily and moving a lot. As you opened your eyes you noticed she was also crying, small whimpers coming out of her mouth.

You gently shook her trying to wake her up, but she didn’t. So you shook her with more force this time and she jolted up.

“Y/n, I-“ she tried to form words but couldn’t, she was panting and crying as she grabbed both of her legs with her arms crying tilting her head down.

And you knew immediately, a panic attack. So you quickly sat up and put yourself behind her, already knowing exactly what you had to do.

As you pressed your front to her back you whispered soothing words into her ear.

“Max try to match my breathing okay?” You said as she kept on panting. “Four in four out got it?” You added inhaling and exhaling for four seconds.

After a minute or so Max was breathing normally, so you took a tissue from your night desk and whipped her tears with it.

“Thanks I just- I just” the girl thanked trying to explain but you cut her off “ you had a nightmare, which led to a panic attack. It’s okay Max after what you e been through it’s completely normal” you said in a loving tone while caressing her hair with your hands.

She leaned back into you and looked up at you as she took one of your hands joining it with hers, she then put her other one around your neck pulling you down to give you a kiss, it was short but sweet.

As you both pulled away you were smiling as she said “thank you.”

“You are very welcome red” you replied while pulling her in for another kiss.

[vemuabhi]

Hello vemuabhi-chwannn!!, This is my first request ever, if you don't mind i would like to have a scenario/Hc whatever makes you comfortable with Sanji X fem.reader where he learns about her having Conqueror's haki, and discovers it during a battle with some enimes where maybe He gets injured or all of the Strawhats along with him are in a serious situation which leads the reader to use it in order to save either Sanji or all of them( i will leave this to your amazing imagination) you can make it a bit Agnst and too fluffy ( i live for a fluffy Sanji), I hope i did the request in the right way and gomen for being so long☺️ I hope you have a nice day

Hello Yui! Thanks for requesting! I made slight changes to make it even more suitable for the story of one piece. I hope you like it. I too Love Fluffy Sanji butthe boy is so perfect for angst, i just dont know why.

This scenario takes place in the Sabaody Arc.

Sanji X Fem!Reader

It’s a mixture of Angst and then happy ending. Kinda suggestive in the end. I hope you like it.

You were panting as you placed your arms on your knees. You looked up and saw one of the “Shichibukai” that you all just beat together. That was none other than Bartholomew Kuma. Or so you thought… everyone was exhausted and were barely having any energy left. 

Especially, Zoro was much more wounded from the previous battle in Thriller Bark but still held strong. ‘How was he even able to stand with all these wounds when I am having this much pain with just one wound on my leg’, you thought. Suddenly you felt someone place their arm on your shoulder. You looked up and met the blue-grey eyes of your boyfriend. He gave you a small smile which you also returned. You both got together after the fight in Thriller Bark, so it’s been a couple of weeks since you both started to go out.

Sanji crouched down to look at your leg and said, “I’ll make sure Chopper treats you as soon as we get on Sunny”, he ended as he tied a cloth to your wound to stop bleeding. Then he went to Nami and Robin chan to see how they were doing. You didn’t mind his appreciative and caring nature towards other women. It’s just the way he was and you know he won’t change.

That was when you heard someone and you looked in that direction… the exact same Shichibukai, with many marines surrounding him and the captain of Science Patrol Sentoumaru. He had a huge axe in his hand and was wearing Red clothes...

There was no way you all could beat Bartholomew Kuma again. You looked towards Robin chan who was beside you. You knew she was thinking the same.

“Oh no… they just keep coming”, Said Sanji.

“If we just stay here, someone we will die”, said zoro sending chills down your spine, he continued, “It’s going to be just matter of minutes before admirals come. It’s better to run away”, he ended… ‘Did Zoro just say to run?’ you knew the situation was severe but when Zoro himself said it and you got goose bumps just thinking of an admiral. The next thing completely broke you.

“Yeah…”, said Luffy… everyone’s eyes widened in surprise as they heard Luffy.

“Let’s run away from here”, you trembled with fear when your never giving up captain said these words. He continued, “We can’t stay together… we’ll split up and escape and meet in three days at sunny”, he ended. Your legs were shaking with fear and you could feel your heartbeat increase. ‘I don’t want them to get hurt. Atleast they should escape... Please… help us’, you prayed. This was the instance your control snapped for the first time… A tear slid down your cheek. That was when you felt something in you. It was as if there was a power inside you. You didn’t know what happened but the next thing you saw was that all the marines were on the ground… unconscious… ‘What was that? What happened? Was it… me who did this?’, your eyes widened as you were lost in thoughts.

You got pulled back to reality when you felt Sanji shaking you vigorously. You looked at him. His eyes were filled with worry, confusion, doubts but… he didn’t ask you anything. He saw how you were terrified of what was in front of you. You saw the pale faces of your other nakama. ‘Were they now scared of you?’ your thoughts still didn’t leave you.

Sanji just took your hand and started to run as the others also did. You both were running with Franky and Nami. At times like this Sanji would swoon or say things like he’d protect the ladies, but he was quiet. All the crew members were quiet for a couple of minutes.

“Y/N, what did you do?”, asked Ussop as he ran behind Zoro. You knew everyone wanted to ask this but were being silent just because of the way your eyes looked. But you yourself weren’t sure what it was.

“I… I don’t know”, you admitted as your breathing became uneven. You looked down…. you didn’t want your crew to be scared of you. You only had them. They were your only friends… Nothing could stop your negative thoughts until you heard someone.

“Thank you Y/N. You saved us”, spoke your captain. It was all you need to be assured that you were still one of them. You wanted to thank but suddenly with a loud thud the same PX-1 Kuma appeared before you. You looked towards Luffy as Nami was trying to sacrifice Franky to Kuma’s beam. Luffy was faced with Sentoumaru and without even touching Luffy, he made him to crash onto a boulder. “What the hell?! How did he do that?”, you said as you still had your eyes on Luffy.

“Seems like you people have a conqueror haki user”, Sentoumaru said. ‘Haki? What is it’, you thought.

“Y/N…It’s… It’s similar to what you did before”, said Nami. ‘Similar to what I did before?’, you weren’t even able to process your thoughts because of the person you saw in front of Zoro. It was the navy admiral Kizaru. Everything after that was happening so quickly. Kizaru about to just kill Zoro and then like a ray of hope the silver haired man saved Zoro. Luffy shouting orders to escape with so much pain his voice. You all ran in an attempt to escape. That was when you noticed… Sanji still didn’t let your hand go... And you was also gripping it tightly. Just when you thought we can get out of the place, you saw PX-1 heading towards Zoro. You knew Sanji also noticed it. You let your hands go.

“FRANKY! TAKE CARE OF NAMI SAN AND Y/N CHAN”, Sanji said as he went after Zoro.

“Sanji kun!”, Nami shouted.

“He is going towards Ussop and Brook”, Franky replied.

“He can take care of them, keep running Nami”, you said to Nami as she nodded back at you. But you couldn’t help not to see what was happening. The thing you saw made you to stop in your tracks.

“Y/N! DON’T STOP”, Nami yelled. You started to run towards Sanji as you saw him kick the PX-1 but fell on his knees. Then PX-1 was aiming for Sanji. He was about to shoot him.

“NO! SANJI!”, you screamed. Then again you feel that same feeling you felt before. Your eyes widened and PX-1 was thrown away for a few miles. ‘What is this?’, you thought as you started to run again.

“USSOP RUN!”, you shouted as you were still going towards Sanji.

“NO DON’T COME HERE”, Sanji warned but you didn’t stop running. Then the next sight you saw… took away all your senses. PX-1 came back in one moment and took Sanji by his collar. You weren’t running as fast as you could because of the wound on your leg. You looked with terror in your eyes as Sanji was shot with the powerful beam. 

You were late… Just when chopper got into his monster point you used your new found power. You weren’t having it. You weren’t having it…. you jumped up with your new power and punched the PX-1 in the face. You hit PX-1 again and again with your new power. Your vision got blurry because of your tears as you kicked him but it missed. Taking this chance he punched you in the stomach. Due to that impact you fell on your back near a tree.

“Y/N…”, Sanji tried to let out his voice but no one could hear it.

The pain on your leg you didn’t feel for a while came back with much, much more intensity. Your hands and legs gave out as you screamed in pain. You couldn’t move.

“Y/N!!!!!”, Ussop shouted with worry. PX-1 was ready to fire another beam but was stopped.

Suddenly out of nowhere appeared Kuma. You knew it was the real Kuma. Zoro tried to stand so you thought, ‘You shouldn’t give up yet’. You were trying to stand. And in front of your eyes Zoro… just vanished. You heard your friends scream. You got up with all of your remaining strength. Now kuma was going for brook. ‘No Brook!’, you thought and started to walk towards them as you saw Brook vanish. ‘Where did they go? Are they even alive?’, you thought. You saw Kuma was heading towards Ussop. “NO USSOP! GET AWAY!”, you shouted as you pushed Ussop to the side. You looked up and the last you saw was Sanji looking at you with the most horrified look on his face…

3D2Y

“Oh~ Sanji Kyun I never thought you loved one girl, I can’t even imagine it.”, said the pink hair okama friend of Sanji as he was heading back to Sabaody. Sanji lit his cigarette and glared as he said, “Of course I can. She is waiting for me”, he smoked a puff as he leaned back to the railing of the ship and continued, “I actually don’t understand… She is the first person to like me so she is definitely crazy.”

Sanji chuckled and added, “She doesn’t even care if her life is in danger and tries to save our crew. She has the conqueror haki, so she is damn Cool!”, he smiled proudly talking about his girlfriend. He ran his slender fingers through his golden locks as he said, “She has that confidence in her which makes her 10 times sexier than she already is.”

All the okama friends of Sanji were looking at him with a smile on their face. He closed his eyes and said, “She is the actual definition of Crazy, Sexy, Cool”, he said with a satisfied smile on his face as he remembered his girlfriend.

Sanji opened his eyes and saw his Okama friends who were smiling at him and were starting to tease him by saying, “Awww Sanji kyun~ you look so cute when you blush”.

He kicked them and shouted, “SHUT IT YOU JERKS!”, he walked into the ship as he tried to hide his blush.

XOXOXOXOXO

“VIVA SABAODY! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU??”, Sanji shouted as he made his way towards Sunny.

As soon as he saw Nami and Robin chan he got a huge nose bleed.

“OH NO SANJI”, exclaimed Chopper as he rushed towards the nosebleed cook.

“Baka”, Sanji’s ears perked up to that familiar voice.

“Oh! Y/N!”, said Zoro as Sanji got up quickly and turned around to see you. As you became more powerful your confidence levels had increased.

Sanji just stared at you without even greeting you. You were the girl he wanted to see the most. You were the girl who made him smile and the one who worried him the most. You walked towards him and stood in front of him. Your hands gently brushed his golden hair.

“This is not fair. You became more handsome”, you said as you smiled at him. He could hear his heartbeat getting faster. He didn’t notice he was having a nosebleed until you wiped it with your hanky. ‘What the hell… she is my girlfriend… why the hell am I nervous?’, he thought.

“So I see you didn’t change completely”, you say as you take your hands in his and move closer to him and placed your arms around him.

“Baka… if you lose that much blood you’ll die”, you said as you hugged him which he returned back.

“I…I missed you”, he whispered as he takes a deep breath. He could smell your sweet perfume. Oh how he missed that.

Then you all started your journey to the Mermaid Island. Sanji finished making food and left the rowdy gang to eat as he went to look for you. There you were looking at the old photos on the walls of the room. Remembering all your moments together.

"Its been two years", sanji said as he slid his hands around your waist as he hugged you from behind in the your shared room of sunny.

"I know. I... I missed you too", you replied and placed one of your hands on his soft hair and the other on his hands. He sighed and nuzzled your neck.

"I knew you were strong and you could take care of yourself but...I couldn't help but worry about you", he whispered in your ear as he ran his nose along your soft neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. He knew how to make you crave him. He turned you around and looked into your eyes, he then slowly averted his gaze towards your lips and then again to your eyes. You placed your arms around his neck. You knew he craved for you. His face was just inches away from you and his hands still around your waist. His blue-grey eye were shimmering. You tilted your head as he closed the gap between you two. His soft lips met yours.

One of his hand slid over to the back of your neck to pull you even closer as if that was even possible. Your heartbeat was increasing. His other hand was sliding up and down your back. While your fingers ran through his golden locks. He tilted his face again to deepen the kiss. You were starting losing strength in your knees. He gently nibbled your lower lip and then he pressed his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like coffee and nicotine. It actually suited him a lot

 His hand moved up to your hair and stroked it passionately. Oh how much you missed this feeling, his gentle touch, soft lips and.... mostly.... him. You both pulled apart as you gasped for air.

As you looked up at him, he smiled gently as he ran his thumb across your cheekbone and again kissed you. This time your knees gave out but Sanji caught you in the right time. You both were apart for two years and he couldn't wait anymore. He wasn't ready to leave you yet. You both were apart for two years and he couldn't wait anymore. He grabbed the back your thighs and picked you up easily, making you squeal in surprise and hold him even tighter. He broke the kiss and grinned as he looked at you with half open eyes.

"Not yet love, not yet", he said, clearly indication how desperate he was. Well you would be lying if you said you weren't. Your face grew redder as you nodded. He smirked as he carried you and said, "Good girl".

[kodzuken-chan]

My Talented Yui chwannn~~~can I request for a one shot of Depressed! Sanji X Reader

Where Sanji is depressed and reader comforts him and makes him to overcome. Because of the way she cared and comforted him Sanji falls in love with her and tries to make her fall in love. Little did he know, she was in love with him all the time but being the air head, he didn't notice. Something like this... maybe... if you arent comfortable writing this, ill change it Yui chan. Im sure what ever you write will be amazing.

A/N: Hello @vemuabhi chwan!!! Thanks for requesting again💕, Tho its hard to see a depressed Sanji but I had alot of fun writing it especially the fluffy part, i literally blushed haha, i slightly changed that part where he makes the reader fall in his love so i hope you don't mind, please enjoy it 🥺💕

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🌺Fall in Luv🌺

Pairing: Sanji X Fem.Reader

Genere: a bit of Agnst/ Fluff /Hurt & Comfort / One-shot

Warnings: a slight depressed Sanji

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Summary:In which the reader helps Sanji in overcoming his depression and ends up falling in her love

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The sky joined the sea to make a whole blue in the horizon. The night cold breezes started to blow, bringing a magnificent sea scent, Soon the night dashed and the moon light was dimmed by some grey moving clouds, leaving a faint radiance about as the moon light was glowing from the edges of the clouds. Some twinkling stars were hung up sparkling in the sky reflecting the thier brightness over the ocean that Sunny was sailing over. By midnight, all of the Strawhats left the deck diving to their own dream lands, except for the blonde gentleman who was viewing this scenery as he smokes and sips his black coffee.

Sure Sanji was an affirmative person who gladly cooks wonderful dishes in order to fill his crew mates tummies, but on these kind of sleepless nights like tonight, Sanji was haunted by his own insecurities. Of course, his captain and nakama saved him from his crule past and family and he's now much comfortable but these thoughts can't help but occupies his mind. He knew that his Namaka trust and believe in him, but his childhood trauma always brings back these insecurities to him of being usless and burnden to his friends, he glances over the horizon as the wind sways between his locks, remembering the man who saved his life and taught him to be himself, he would look over the sky and remembers the tenderness of his mother, the only person who adored his kind heart and treated him like a normal child.

He lowered his head lost in his thoughts, he feels that the lump grows bigger in his throat he wonders why his mind seeks to exaggerate things and force him to feel wistful, the tears suddenly started to form at the brim of his blue eyes, when he Suddenly felt someone's hand placed on his shoulders, he went back to his senses, turned his face to find you staring at him with concern, he was so drown into his thoughts that he haven't notice your presence, "Sanji...Whats wrong? Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell, shall i call Chopper?", You worriedly asked, he forced a smile trying to assure you that he's alright, " I'm fine (Y/N)~chan, but why are you still up?", He tried to change the topic away from him, but knowing him, you knew that he's bothered by something, maybe some unspoken thoughts or insecurities, after all you had that soft spot for him that made you aware to the meanings of his expressions, hmmm it wasn't just a soft spot, it was rather a crush that perhaps would turn into love day by day, but that's not the point now, seeing his painful expression hidden behind this fake grin is something that you didn't like, you wanted to comfort him.

You stood right next to him, it was close enough that your shoulder was slightly touching his arm, "I can't sleep, so i thought that could get some fresh air", you claimed as he hummed in response taking another sip from his coffee, "Sanji...you can always speak to me if want, I'm always ready to listen to you", you smiled at him, " what do you mean (Y/N)~chwan?" He questioned, " Calm nights like these always pulls people to their dark side thoughts, but sharing these thoughts with someone else would make you at ease", you replied, he stayed silent for a while, you didn't mind waiting for him to speak up, if he would speak up, let him take as much time as he want if that would help make him comfortable. He abruptly spoke up, "its just that I don't want to bother you or ruin your mood in middle of night-", " Sanji...its fine please talk to me, I would love to listen", you ressured him. Soon he start speaking slowly about his concerns, insecurities, and fears, he was hesitant at first, however he slowly got much comfortable and began to let Everything burst out with over flowing emotions.

You didn't intervene nor stopped him from talking, you were relieved that he's not enduring these thoughts inside himself anymore. You were able to notice how reddish his eye looked as the tears began to form in them, he stopped talking once he felt that his vision is getting blurry, he didn't want you see him as weak person, men don't shed tears, thats what he thought to himself. You placed your arms around his neck and pulled him into your embrace and gently stroked his hair, Sanji was surprised at your action to the point that he was looking at you with his eyes wide open, " Sanji, its fine, you can cry, don't hold them inside of you, its not good to keep them to yourself, it will just make you more sorrowful, please let them out" you said with an affectionate tone, he can clearly feel that his heart would leap out of his chest in any second, what is this feeling? why does his heart beat increases?, he never felt like this before, you were warm and your scent  brought peace to him, was it because he got sentimental? he never knew, but he knew for sure that he can get rid of all of his insecurities if he cried on your shoulders now.

Slowly he buried his face in your shoulders and began to silently sob, you continued stroking his hair, patting on his back and whispering kind words and assuring him that everything is going to be alright. After taking out whats inside him, he finally looked at you, eyes are swollen, now you placed your hands on his shoulders and looked strightly into his eyes, " Its not a crime to cry, if you cried , that doesn't mean that you're weak , sometimes crying helps us overcome our obstacles as it makes us stronger, never hold it inside of you again, okay?if you ever needed someone to hear you out, I'll be here okay?", You said, His face lightened up, and he nodded with the purest smile you have ever seen, you swear that if it wasn't dark , he would have noticed your blushed cheeks. At this point, you realized that you have more than a crush over him, yes , you totally fell for him, you thought that his kind suave heart needs love and protection.

The next morning, you woked up lazily from the bed, took a shower and you head to the kitchen to feed your nosiy tummy with Sanji's delicious breakfast, as soon as you entered, his eyes fell on you, and god he froze in his place with his face as red as cherries, "G-G...Good Morning (Y/N)~chwan" he suttered, you muffled a giggle at how red his face was, then he moved to continue preparing some smoothies for You, Nami and Robin. Soon he came back to the three of you lowering the tray offering the smoothies, he gave it to the two girls first and came to you, you smiled to him once again thanking him for the drink, and boy he was a mess, his heart skipped a beat and he almost dropped the tray on you catching it last minute, he apologized telling you that he tripped over himself and then excused the three of you . Nami and Robin noticed that immediately, once you developed a crush over him back in time, you told the girls about it, so, they were totally aware that you have feelings for Sanji, and according to Sanji's action few minutes ago, they suspected that he's having a crush over you but he's not aware of it, " Did you see his face (Y/N)?, I think soon, the two of you will have mutual feelings" giggled Nami, you Slightly blushed at her words recalling the way you hugged him yesterday.

Days have passed, and Sanji was really obvious with his crush for you, he couldn't contain his blushes, he suttered more often while he speaks with you, if you dashed him a smile, you could see the blood dripping from his nose, it was a cute new side of him, you saw him swooning over ladies most often, but this side was so new and appealing. That day, Sunny docked by a new island, it was quite a small island, Since Sanji loved to see you all smiley he decided to go through the market and buy you something, so after buying the needs for the ship, he stopped by a small shop that sells lotion creams, he was reminded by your choppy hands due to weather change in the ocean, so he bought one pocket strawberry flavoured lotion cream for you, he also bought another two lotions but with different scents for Nami and Robin, and came back to the ship.

The three of you were sitting on the deck chatting together when he approached you and handed the bag of lotions, " My ladies, i passed by shop while getting the needs and thought of buying these for you", said Sanji, Robin took the bag while you and Nami came closer to her to see what's inside, "Ara... That's so nice of you Sanji" claimed Robin as she smiles, Nami thanked him as well, on the other hand you were surprised yet touched, he actually noticed your choppy palms, and more than that your lotion was different than the one he bought for Nami and Robin, He looked at you then spoked as he placed his hands on the nape of his neck, " (Y/N)~chwan, I bought  the strawberry flavoured lotion for you because you love strawberries so much and I-", he didn't even manage to complete what was he saying as you unintentionally jumped to hug him staggering him from his place, " Thank you so much Sanji, I will absolutely use it everyday", soon you realized what you have did, and immediately backed off, " I- I'm sorry" as your cheeks flushed in red, the blonde was red as a madman as well, he placed his hand on his chest trying to clam his heart that is about to leap out of his chest, "IT'S...IT'S FINE (Y/N)~CHAN, if-if you excuse me ladies" he said as he ran towards the boys room as fast as he can closing the door behind him, Nami sighed as she said, "Mattaku...he's such an air head isn't he?", And Robin giggled at the scene.

In the men room, Sanji stood behind the door, somehow relieved that no one of the men are there, especially a certain moss head, he muttered to himself, "Damnit! whats wrong with me these days?!", as his fingers clenched on his suit " should i do a checkup with chopper?" He asked. He suddenly snapped out remembering that he saw something similar somewhere, "Oh, that's right!! My locker!!" He exclaimed and he ran towards his locker, he searched between his well organized clothes and then the shelf underneath it, he finally found what he was looking for. Yes that's right it was his favorite Romance Manga book that he secretly likes to read at night before he sleeps, he grabbed it and ruffled between its pages, and stopped when he founded that certain page he was looking for, he carefully read it again and again analyzing it in his head, the hero's heart always skipped a beat everytime he sees the heroine, he always can't control his emotions when the heroine smiles, cries and so on and eventually he found out that he's in love with her, wait......thats what happening to him too "WHAAAAT!!" Yelped Sanji, coveing his mouth at the sudden shout , " So I have feelings for (Y/N)~chan?!! No way...." He thought feeling the heat reaching his cheeks turning them to red.

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door, appearntly, Nami and Robin left for a walk, so it was just the two of you on Sunny,  "Sanji ? Is there something wrong?", damnit, she must have heard him yelping, before he could answer, you spoke again, but this time with a much calmer tone as you leaned on the door with slight frown on your face, " I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable earlier, I didn't-", Suddenly the door was fully opened with Sanji standing infront of you ,eyes wide open, "NO...No (Y/N)~chan, you did nothing wrong, its not your fault, the problem is me, I'm Freaking madly in love with you and I don't know how to deal with my stupid heart", oh dran it! he just realized that he confessed his feelings mistakenly, You froze in your place not seeing that coming, " You're..in love ...with me?", you questioned making sure that you're not hearing things. You both stared at each other like this for few more seconds when you took the first step, you came closer, pulled him by his neck tie and closed those few inches between the two of you in warm passionate kiss, it was meant to be quick, so you parted and looked in his eyes without saying a word, "(Y/N)~chan...." He called, "Do you have feelings for me as well?", He continued, " Yes, for quite a while, I'm glad that i didn't give up" you said as you muffled a giggle, he pulled you inside the boys room closed the door, and gently pinned you in the wall, he studied your features, and soon his hands moved to cover your jaw and neck while your hair strands chained between his fingers, he titled his head and leaned closer, he placed his lips over yours in another tender kiss, but this time it was longer and deeper, waving with your emotions, yes..you both fell in Luv💕

The End.

[pemfrost]

AHHH I love everything you been writing for Spideydevil and Spiderfist but please no more agnst my heart just can't take it!!! I really loved broken with spideydevil it was so cute! But the angst I just can't why is everyone writing spideydevil angst I just want to see them happy! So if your not busy and want to do it can you do a spideydevil anything with them. Fuff prompt 17.

♡♡♡ Thank you!

Glad you like my drabbles :D Heh, sorry about the angst. It's my default setting lol. I think I found the prompt list you meant, but either way it's fluffy ♡

There were few times in Peter's life which left him truly speechless; so few, in fact, he could easily count them on one hand and still have a finger left over to salute the villain of the week. However, this was not one of those times. 

"No! Absolutely not!" Peter stood in the doorway, blocking his friends from entering with his body, while waving his arms over his head in an attempt to emphasize the words. It didn't help, because, of course, his friends were quite immune to his theatrics at this point. He glanced to where Matt stood to his right, being far too quiet. "Well? Tell them."

Matt only sighed and pushed their apartment door open further as an invitation before taking a seat on the couch. He didn't so much as flinch at the glare Peter was boring into the back of his head, though Peter knew he was aware of it. Apparently, Matt was also immune to his theatrics, which normally would have Peter over the moon at the reminder of all the years they've spent together. Right now, that familiarity only served to sour Peter's mood. How dare anyone ignore him!

Misty wasted no time shouldering her way past Peter first, and was quickly followed by Danny, Jess, and Luke, who carried a box covered with a blue towel. Were they that codependent, they all had to come? Peter bit back the retort, opting to slam the door and stalk to stand behind Matt with crossed arms. 

He pointedly ignored the box in Luke's lap. 

Peter glared. Jess glared back. And Matt leaned towards the box. 

Because, their friends were assholes, and Misty, Jess, and Danny took the chair and loveseat- leaving Luke and the damn box the couch. It was calculated, of that Peter was sure. 

Jess kicked her feet onto the coffee table casually, like this was just another hangout and she was waiting for Peter or Matt to retrieve a board game or throw a movie on. Except, this was anything but a casual social call and she was focused on Matt- her eyes refusing to meet Peter's. 

It was a lost cause, Peter was well aware of it; it was over the moment Matt showed any interest. How could he say no to Matt?

"No." Okay, it was easy to say. While standing behind Matt. "There is no way we-"

Matt turned to look up at Peter, something he only did when he wanted to use his face as a weapon, because how could anyone say no to /that/ face. The day Matt learned Peter was weak when his bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly tipped arguments to his favor by an unfair ratio. 

Peter couldn't say no to Matt. So, he looked across the room, when he found no one willing to meet his indignant glare he threw his arms up again, this time in defeat. It didn't mean he was going to give any of them the pleasure of saying yes. 

Misty snorted, breaking the tension. "I thought Matt would be the one putting up a fight."

Matt shrugged, too enthralled by the contents of the box to respond. When he reached into the box, there was a sudden flurry of movement and a distinct, but tiny, meow. 

Luke's grip tightened on the box, pulling it ever so slightly closer to his chest. "Maybe we could-" He was cut off by a look from his wife. 

Okay, that just wasn't fair. And Peter was about to say just that when Matt gently pulled two kittens from the box and shoved one towards him. And THAT wasn't fair. 

Taking the offered kitten was as good as saying yes, but Peter took it anyway, because Matt’s damn lip jutted out and the kitten looked at him and mewed. Not fair. But, he held the tiny thing against his chest and rubbed tiny circles along soft fur. 

"So," Jess said as she stood, "there are five of them. The vet said they're about four weeks old and-"

Peter tuned her out as she rattled off information about feeding and meds, too entranced by the tiny kitten in his arms. Matt was in a similar state, but nodded along with what Jess said even if he wasn't actually listening. 

Maybe it wouldn't be terrible fostering a litter of kittens. 

"Thanks, guys," Danny spoke up, remaining seated despite Misty standing to join Jess. 

Misty fixed him with a tired stare, "Hopefully my wonderful husband won't bring home any strays for a while. I'm just glad Lucy was sleeping, could you imagine having to take them away from her?"

Luke, suddenly looking very sheepish, pushed the box off his lap an onto the couch between him and Matt. "Yea…"

Matt returned his kitten to its siblings and reached in to pet the others. "I don't mind, it's only for a few weeks anyway."

"If we can find them homes," Peter reminded him. 

Jess rolled her eyes. "We're going to probably take one. Someone," she glared between Danny and Luke, "thought I would be swayed to foster them if Danielle asked me. I had to bribe her with the promise of a kitten once they were ready to be away from their siblings."

"Sorry," Both Danny and Luke said at the same time. 

Peter would ask them the details later, but for now he resigned himself to several weeks of kittens invading his life. Thankfully, new, younger, heroes were starting to alleviate their burden, which let their friends have the time and stability to have children. Get married. Foster a litter of kittens when their friends with children were too busy to do so.

Peter looked down at Matt, watched him play with the two kittens who were awake. This would be a big step for them, bigger, perhaps, than moving in together had been. They'd never had a pet. Or talked about it. Because the future was an uncertainty, something to ignore until you got to it, because life was unfair and cruel, and they both were all too familiar with loss.

Yet... watching Matt light up, smiling without a care, relaxed- It all hit Peter at once. There was no reason to fear the future, to not want to plan. No reason to ignore what his heart kept telling him he wanted. Needed. 

Silly, how a pile of tiny kittens could put the world in perspective. 

Later, once their friends left, and the kittens were locked safely in the bathroom, they went out to buy supplies. Jess brought the basics she picked up at the vet, but they still needed litter and more food- and toys. And a kennel for when they weren't home. 

They walked down a row of shops on their way home, loaded with bags full of kitten supplies. Shops they walked past a million times before. This time, however, Peter's eyes lingered on the window display of a jewelry store, for once letting himself think of the future.

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Thank you for reading!

[anianimol]

Hello, Again | Kōtarō Bokuto

Bokuto x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff & Imagine, Agnst

Warnings: none

WC: 1.2k

Synopsis: Years after your move to Miyagi Prefecture, you reunite with an old friend.

continue reading : ch.2

listen along: to build a home - the cinematic orchestra

a/n: for my beautiful friend kayla☺️🦋 @janellion , I hope you like this one as much as I loved writing it!! i felt super inspired after starting this one and was planning on making it a little series, so please feel free to give feedback below💕🤗

“Remind me why we’re going in the first place?” You groaned to Yachi as you tossed options from your closet onto the bedroom floor.

“Well, I kind of sort of told Kageyama and Hinata that I’d come with them if they passed their algebra test...” the blond trailed off, her sheepish expression visible even through the blurry screen. Sighing in defeat, you flounced onto your mattress, trying not to think about the day before you.

Yachi had somehow blackmailed you into babysitting the mismatched gaggle of volleyball players from across Japan as they headed to the amusement park this afternoon. The idea hadn’t completely scared you; you had met some of them after watching their games and dropping by to see your best friend after practice.

The boys didn’t worry you.

But two words did—Kōtarō Bokuto.

Just hearing those syllables made your chest tight⁠—the thought of him bringing a familiar heat to your face. It had been years since you had last truly spoken; you two had attended the same middle school, growing up practically inseparable, up until your move to Miyagi Prefecture. 

But it wasn’t awkwardness that you feared; more so the feelings that you were yet to come to terms with.

-

“Don’t.” 

His words seemed to reverberate within you, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin.

You watched silently as the street lamps above cast twin shadows onto the pavement, one dwarfing the other as they stopped abruptly at a corner.

“So is this it? Am I never going to see you again?”

His voice was hoarse, a stark contrast from is normally bright tone, as he fought desperately to bite down emotions wrestling free.

You didn’t have the strength to look up. The thought of seeing that pained expression plastered on his face was too difficult to bear.

“Look at me.”

It didn’t matter, you told yourself. How much you ached to give in to him, to confess to the throbbing of your heart each time you met his eyes and felt the scorching heat of his touch; you knew that deep down, you couldn’t, not if it meant bringing upon him that same gut-wrenching ache that tore you up from the inside at the thought of having to leave the boy you loved behind.

"Please.”

He took your wrist gently, his nimble fingers wrapping around gingerly, sending a sharp current through your blood. 

Gathering whatever courage remained, you met his eyes, rendered speechless by their severity. 

His amber irises were in agony; if they held any more emotion you thought they would shatter into a thousand flecks of gold—the death of a star; a supernova. 

“Tarō, I-”

“You can’t leave me. Not like this.” He whispered, his head bowed as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. 

“You know I don’t have a choice,” you choked out, bottom lip quivering as hot streaks trailed down your cheeks. 

Hiccuping, you gathered syllables together, murmuring weakly, “We'll still be friends, Bo, you and Akaashi and me—”

“You know damn well that I don’t see you as just a friend.” 

Silence.

His fingers slipped from your wrist, hesitating for a moment as he sharply inhaled before sliding his hand across your palm and threading his fingers through yours. 

“My pulse doesn’t race like this when I talk with Akaashi.”

You had never seen his face sport an expression that serious; his eyes were blazing now, some kind of concealed hunger now present in them as they gazed hopefully into yours, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

The tears were flooding now, pouring down your face, your body trembling as you suppressed the gut-wrenching sobs from reaching your throat and the desire to bury your face into the front of his shirt. 

Your lips parted, but words refused to come. 

“You don’t have to say it back.” 

A small smile.

His lips brushed the skin of your forehead, releasing your hand and pulling away after a long, quiet moment. 

A sad smile ghosted his face, as if admiring you for the last time. 

The final words that left his lips hung in the thick August heat, dissolving slowly into the heavy moisture that coated the air as you turned to go your separate ways:

“Goodbye.”

-

A horn blared incessantly outside, slipping you out of a daze.

You pulled on a cream colored top and a pair of flowy olive pants, sprinting out the door and across the street at the barrage of texts from your blond friend. 

“Sorry, I lost track of time,” you sighed as you pulled the door closed behind you, staring blankly out the window as you pulled away, your mind anywhere but present. 

After a much needed rant to Yachi, you felt somewhat reassured upon hearing of his indifference towards your joining the group—though the uneasy feeling at the pit of your stomach said differently.

Did he no longer feel the same?

The thought had crossed your mind thousands of times over the past few years, resurfacing bitterly as you watched the clementine-haired first year slam ball after ball onto the hardwood floor of the gym, heard those same syllables leave his lips, carving them once again into your battered heart.

Maybe it was for the better, you assured yourself. It was safer that way; slowly drifting from him after leaving had been the most agonizing process, but maybe, just maybe, you had eased his pain, taking on the burden for the both of you. 

As you pulled into the lot of the amusement park, you spotted a striking group of boys heading towards your car: one dark haired and reminiscent of a rooster, a tall blond, a shorter boy with furiously orange locks accompanied by a visibly annoyed partner, and a pair who lagged behind the rest, one with tame, dark waves, the other sporting silver-frosted tips and a large grin. 

Bokuto. 

Noticing your dumbfounded expression, Yachi dragged you from the car, using every ounce of muscle in her small frame to force your weight alongside her. 

As he drew closer, he seemed to glow like a hologram, the outline of his form sparking with blue electricity. 

Only he was right here, standing inches from you, his presence radiating that familiar, comforting warmth; Bokuto had always felt like home. 

He was the same, exactly the same. That identical cheery, rambunctiously childlike boy you had known. Only now he was a man; his boyish face melding into strong, angular features to showcase that blinding grin, accentuating his telling facial expressions.

By some form of sorcery, it seemed as if he had grown even taller, his shoulder now surpassing the crown of your head as you timidly peered up at him, craning your neck slightly.

Blushing furiously as his eyes landed on you, you began shyly; 

“Hi, Bo.”

He smiled that toothy, sunshine grin:

“Hi.”

[liljungie]

Young Blood | Mafia AU

▸Pairing : Jimin ↮ Reader ↮ Taehyung.

▸ ！warnings！= agnst × SMUT (kinda)

▸Word count: 5k

▸ Part Four : ❝ Ties that bind pt.2 ❞

Part One| Part Two | Part Three

▸Masterlist

A/N : you have no idea how much I appreciate you guys. I'm so thankful for each and everyone who takes the time to read this specific story your support leaves me speechless I hope I never disappoint you.

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You sigh as you put away the phone you turn to look at your daughter, she was still eating so you decided to go make her bed and tidy up around. You and jimin decided to meet up tomorrow morning he said taehyung assigned him a job he has to take care of today so your runaway plan had to be postponeded, if you were honest you felt like jimin was hesitating..yes he was the one who proposed the idea but you feel like he's starting to back out of it not that he said anything on the phone. But you can tell.

You loved him for so long and there was no one out there who knows him better than you do. You walk back downstairs to see taehyung sitting on the chair beside Luna's one arm was around her and the other was softly tracing her cheek. He had a small smile on his face as he talks to her. It was coherent to you. You weren't sure if you wanted to reveal yourself or not so you stayed where you are watching them from afar. Taehyung giggles as Luna embraces him and he tells her he loves her so much.

Seeing them like that tugged on your heart strings. Although taehyung was an asshole...he was still her dad. Did you really have the heart to rip her away from him? What's going to happen to him without Luna around? To him his world revolves around her, he's fighting his father to keep her safe. From what vivian told you. you think you can just up and leave with her like that...that easily? Yes Jimin loves Luna but no one can replace Taehyung. After all Blood is thicker than water...

You sigh as you make your way to the kitchen, you needed to bathe Luna before nighttime so she doesn't get sick like last summer, when taehyung saw you he stood up. You can tell he was hesitant to speak to you you ignore him tho as you picked Luna up "come on bath time" you say walking away with her in your arms. then he cleared his throat "I need to speak to you...please" you turned and looked at him and he held this look in his eyes you knew it was urgent so you nodded "I'll be in my office" he smiles briefly you can see how his eyes landed on the marks on your neck his face fell then he walked past you. He seemed so upset.

You furrow your eyebrows questioning his behavior mentally but taehyung is taehyung and you'll never figure him out. So you didn't think much about it. Probably another argument match. You placed Luna in the tub and filled it with warm water and bubbles "can I play for longer?" She asks with puppy eyes after awhile you sigh "not right now baby, dad wants to talk to me okay?" She pouts and looks away gathering her toys and putting them away as you rinse her hair with water before turning off the faucets grabbing her towel and wrapping her up with it while she was standing in the tub then you picked her up swiftly you sing along to a rhyme she was singing.

Finally she was dressed, hair brushed. you placed her on the couch and laid a blanket on her "I'll be right back so you can help me cook lunch okay?" You kiss her forehead as she nods. You walk away. nervousness take over you as your feet take you towards his office. You knock on the oak door and wait for him to let you in. You hear a faint 'come in'. You push the door open then close it behind you. not stepping further into the office incase he acts up. You can still runaway before he grabs you. Better safe than sorry you thought.

He looks up at you as you stand still your back pressed against the door. He sighs and lays back into his chair "please sit..." he sighs  "I'm comfortable like this.." he runs his temple "_____ please! Sit..." you roll your eyes and take a seat on a chair that was close to the door. Just incase. You weren't gonna deny it. You feared taehyung. Especially after last night.

He sighs "first of all I want to apologize for yesterday...I never meant to hurt you" your ears perked up at his words...did taehyung just apologize? No you were definitely dreaming. "It's just...I'm going through a lot right now...it's too much on me...for the first time ever I feel...beaten by my burdens" taehyung says as you stare at him.

Never in all those years you were married he ever sat down and vented his burdens with you. "I called vivian last night and she told me that you knew about my father wanting to take Luna in for training" you gulp as you nod your head. he nods "I want you to know that I'm filing a restraining order against him...my own father" he scoffs looking away from you biting his lip.

"it's so...weird...this is the first time I stood up for myself...it took me years to be able to do that and I did it in a court infront of a judge and everything" he laughs but you knew it was one of those sad laughs. "my father was so strict with me and so firm...he didn't feel like a father to be honest...he was a mentor...a teacher but in the worst way possible..instead of telling me to get up and fix my mistakes he used to beat me up for getting them wrong...he kept saying that 'a real man is never wrong and never makes mistakes'" he laughs again rolling his eyes.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line when you hear him take a deep breath. "...then you came" he smiles looks at you briefly before he looks away "I still remember the feeling I got when I saw you walk through the entrance behind him...you looked so pretty but you were so sad and scared...you mirrored me in every way except my family was alive and present...I never understood you when you wished your parents were still alive because I wanted mine dead...and I know you did too..my father was tough on both of us"

"The only good thing your father did was take me in after my family was slaughtered right infront of my eyes...without him I would have been god knows where" you wipe away your tears. Flashes of that incident play in your head.

Taehyung took careful steps than sat on the same couch you were sat on."I'm really glad he did that" he softly smiles holding your gaze. "after you started living with us I became happier..." you look up at him shocked "but you hated me.." you tell him shaking your head "no I never could...I tried...but no- I- I was jealous" he says avoiding your eyes "jealous?" You ask confused.

"You were good at everything...my father praised you countless times and I just wished he praised me once...even now I still think he prefers you over me" you shake your head "taehyung you're his son...I could never replace you" you say softly "besides I'm not sure I appreciate him wanting to take my daughter away from me"

"I won't ever let him" taehyung turns to you "that I can promise you" he smiles at you reassuringly you look away from him. "_____ I'm so sorry" he whispers enough for you to hear he inches closer to you. You freeze not knowing how to act. You feel him move your hair away from your neck. He traces your neck softly you wince from the pain but you don't move away. Liking the feeling of him being close.

"I'm a monster..." he whispers your eyes look into his and you can see the tears form in his eyes as he tries to hold them in "I don't deserve you...I don't deserve Luna...I'm just like him!" His head hangs low a he covers his face, your heart aches...no...taehyung wasn't like his father at all...you knew deep down he wasn't...you just didn't know how to handle him.You lift up his chin "You're not" you reassure him your voice is so tender and soft on his ears.

He feels the floor beneath him crumple and shake. He places his hand on your cheek softly as his finger graze your bottom lip and without a warning his lips were locked with yours.

You melt into the kiss letting your body take over your conscious. You kiss him back then he pulls you closer. His hands tug on your thighs then he lifts you up placing you on his lap as he sucks and bites on your lip. "Oh how much I've craved this.." he gronas pulling you closer. "What kind of a wife are you huh? Leaving your husband with blue balls for years" he taunts playfully you giggle. He flips you over so now you were laying on the couch and he was on top of you smirking "I want nothing more than to devour you now" he whispers against your skin. He leaves a trail of kisses on your neck and after every peck he says sorry. Your body was on fire. Maybe because you haven't had this type of contact in years. "Please taehyung" you beg. his knee was pressing against your burning core. You grind against it out of frustration not handling the heat. "Hmmm? What can I do for you princess?" He kisses the top of your head as he devilishly moves his knee up and down on your entrance. Teasing you.

"God fuck...fuck me please" you whimper. He laughs above you knowing that you were near the edge. He captures your lips again helping you get through your orgasm as it rips out of you.

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By the time you and taehyung finish showering it was late in the afternoon. You tiptoe to the living room to see Luna right where you left her. She was sound asleep cuddled up with a pillow. You sigh in relief that she didn't wake up to any sounds you and taehyung were making. You feel arms wrap around your torso and you lean back against taehyung as he glances over your shoulder to look at Luna briefly. "This is really nice" he closes his eyes feeling in content as he holds you close to him and sway from side to side with you in his arms.

His hair was still wet and it was dripping on your shoulder. You hated to ruin the mood but your mind couldn't stop racing. Although you weren't with Jimin...why did it feel like you were cheating on him?

"Taehyung?" You ask he hums a yes you sigh "there's something you should know" you hesitate to speak but it was now or never. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?-" you cut him off giggling slightly "no no- everything is okay...for now. but I umm need to tell you this" he pulls away from you turning you to face him. "Then what's up?" He smiles.

"Me and jimin were in a relationship...while I was apart of the mafia" he smiles bitterly "I sensed something between you two but I never said anything..." "yeah well that night when I came to your office and we um first did it...it was out of spite"at that he pulled his arms away from you "I shouldnt'v I know... but me and jimin fought pretty bad that night and I just couldn't take it" taehyung seems to be shocked by all of this new information.

He looked hurt."So...you never meant for anything to happen between us?" he asks "No-but I don't regret it either...Luna means the world to me" you tell him "do you love me _____?" He asks and that's when your world seemed like it stopped. Truth is. Jimin consumed every part of you that left no place for anyone else. Until Luna came and took a half of your heart but the rest was all for Jimin.

You not answering taehyung's question was an answer it self. Taehyung knew. He knew all along. But that small crush on you turned into much bigger and he couldn't help it from the moment he saw you walk through the mansion door. He fell in love.... he couldn't stop it from growing either.

You think back to how it all started. You stood behind Mr.kim sniffling. As his son and wife made their way towards you "______ this is my son, Taehyung" you shyly look up at him and you notice his small boxy smile he secretly offered before he turned cold. Afraid of being seen smiling by his father. It weirded you out.

Then his mother took you in her arms mumbling comforting words and rambled on and on about how you won't ever be alone. The lies. Even though you became apart of their family. All you felt was loneliness. taehyung changed through the years. He wasn't as welcoming as he used to be so that's when you turned to Jimin and all you ever knew was him. He'd make fun of how you were adopted by a mafia gang leader and how cliche it was. That only made you love him more. That he didn't give you special treatment nut still made you feel special... you couldn't really explain it but it made your heart skip. So much of your time was spent with jimin. You both went through a lot together that taehyung won't ever be compared.

And when you grew up you two became partners which only led you to be more closer to him. And more connected. Eventually your childish crush turned into real feelings. And here you are. Still in love with someone you didn't end up with.

"Taehyung I'm sorry-" you began to say he cuts you off "do you still love him?" your head hangs low "-i don't know" you lie. Were you really going to confess your love for another man infront of your man? And the cherry on top of all this mess is you have a child with someone who you don't love.

Taehyung isn't blood related to you. But the circumstances you were in for some years made him feel like a brother to you. You cringe when you remember the things you just did with him. But you're not going to lead taehyung on like that...not anymore. Nor did you want to cheat on him.

He scoffs walking away from you but he walks back and faces you "then why did you agree to marrying me?" You sigh. There was no going back. Besides you knew he'll ask questions "because Luna would be protected..I couldn't protect her on my own I won't be able to" you say slowly. To say you felt like a bitch was an understatement.

"I can't believe this...I just...wow" he laughs while shaking his head. His face expression is undesirable "we just had sex...and you didn't think of telling me earlier than that?" You wince and look away from him "you could have pushed me off or walked out of my office but you stayed...you begged me to-" "I know!" You cut him off not bearing to hear the end of that sentence"I know that!"

"Which is why I'm confused-" you sigh "you're unpredictable...I can't figure you out..do you think I didn't want this to work? I wanted it to. for Luna's sake but I can't when you don't put any effort" you argue taehyung only stares at you "I do put effort-" he argues back "I meant with me...you never been affectionate towards me until now" he rolls his eyes "that is bullshit and you know it...I tried to. Multiple times on multiple occasions and you always pushed me away" he says pacing infront of you as he tells you "you were drunk taehyung...you know what happened last time we had sex drunk!"

"Yes you gave birth to my child..I get it- quit blaming me for it- it took the two of us!" He says louder and you flinch. You stay quiet. Defeated "I can't do this...I won't do this! I already have enough at stake" he scoffs "sort yourself out ______ because you don't know what you want and I refuse to be dragged down along with you...someone of us need to put their head on their shoulders or my father any second could bust through our home right now and take our child from us then we run like headless chickens"

Taehyung walks away slipping on his coat "I won't stop you if you choose Jimin...but my daughter stays with me do you understand?" He says over his shoulder before opening the front door then shutting it after him. Leaving you speechless and confused.

You sigh. Sliding against the wall. Your fingers brush through your hair as you slightly tug on. All that thinking all those thoughts were driving you crazy. Should you stay with a man who is the father of your child? Or should you go after another who isn't even chasing you? But you knew you couldn't be selfish while making a decision. Having a daughter made your choice a lot more difficult.

It's either your happiness or Luna's future.

[Tell me if you're enjoying this au so far so I keep updating it:)]

[gingerwritess]

Hi darling! Can you write Loki creating illusions were he got hurt badly just to see the reader worrying about him, then making funny of her later? Agnst on the beginning, then fluffy and funny on the end?

this was supposed to be for april fools day but i thought yesterday was still march whoops

warning: descriptive injuries, blood

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The apartment door crashes open and a limp Loki falls face-first through the doorway, actually dripping blood onto your carpet.

“What the HELL—”

You’re up in a flash and the god reaches a weak hand towards you, trying to pull himself closer to you but giving up with a grunt of pain when his shoulder pops out of its socket.

Loudly.

He grabs his shoulder and lets out a yell, rolling onto his back as you scream, too—“Arms don’t bend like that, Loki!!”

“Help me,” he hisses, his eyes screwed shut in pain, “for the love of everything, mortal, help me.”

“I-you—Loki, your bones!”

He doesn’t ask for help, like, ever.

And you’ve never really seen the god in pain, but these oddly bent limbs and gashes across his chest dripping blood all over your floor seem to be pure agony as he writhes—

“ARE YOU GOING TO JUST STAND THERE AND WATCH ME DIE?”

“Sorry, sorry!” You spring into action, snapping your gaping mouth shut and bolting to the kitchen, shaking hands rifling through cupboards: you need water, some kind of cloth, oh my god that’s a lot of blood, bandages, pain medication??

How do dosages work on Asgard?

“Loki, how much do you weigh?!” You shout and nearly drop the bowl you just filled with water.

“Is that REALLY important right now??”

“Just answer me!!” In your panic you drop the bottle of pills, sending little orange tablets flying across the kitchen. “God fucking damn it, answer me right now!”

“Somewhere over five hundred pounds, I don’t want to talk about it—” he cuts himself off with a near scream of pain, making you jump with a start and scream, too.

“WILL YOU STOP SCREAMING? I’M RIGHT HERE, DIPSHIT!!”

Fuming and shaken beyond belief, you haul all your stuff back out to the living room and dump it on the floor next to the writhing god. He’s snapped his mouth shut after your last explosion, now just whimpering and clutching his out-of-place shoulder with one hand, the other holding tight to something bleeding on his stomach.

“Okay, okay, okay…” your trembling hands hover tentatively over his body, not sure where to even begin. “Just keep breathing, Loki, stay alive for me, okay? Keep breathing, I—I’m gonna try to help you, I promise.”

He nods weakly, teeth gritting together and eyes screwed shut, and he lifts a hand to gesture at the injury to his abdomen: this one first.

“Got it, how can I—your shirt, can you roll over at all?” You scramble to undo the buckles and straps of his armour to little avail. “Forget it, I’m cutting it off you, give me a knife.”

Loki cracks an eye open and huffs a tiny laugh, lifting a finger to point to his belt under his cloak. “Always trying…always trying to get me naked, you naughty little sausage.”

You really want to slap him right now.

Blood loss seems to be taking its toll on him, his pained whimpering ceasing and being overridden by slurred words and weak touches, his eyes drooping as you find the dagger and slice his shirt open.

“Now is not the ti—oh my god, you were stabbed?!”

There’s a hole in his stomach, just under his ribs, a clean slice through his entire torso.

You know, minor injury.

“I made a monster mad…” he slurs, patting his bleeding wound almost proudly and wincing in pain each time.

“Don’t do that!”

“Pain is nice, though.” He cracks a weak smile, sending you a bloody thumbs up before going back to tapping the open wound. “Reminds…reminds me I’m…reminds me I’m alive…”

“Hey! Eyes open!” You grab his face and give him a little shake, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach when he limply falls to the floor, unconscious. “Loki, no no no, wake up right now!”

His head lolls to the side and drops out of your hands with a loud clunk.

“LOKI!”

You drop the washcloth in water and quickly press it onto the stab wound—oh god, the gaping opening goes through him. Like, straight through his body.

What the hell am I supposed to do now? Your hands are shaking so badly that you’re pretty sure you’ve only made the bleeding worse, and the white cloth trying to stop the blood just turns bright red as it continues to soak up the never-ending flow.

Eyes start to sting when you try to keep a somewhat clean cloth applying pressure to his side and reach for his hand with the other, bringing it to your lips. “Loki, wake up, wake up, please…”

Something pokes you in the chin and you glance down at his hand.

“WHAT THE FUCK—”

His middle finger is snapped at the top knuckle, just completely going sideways, the actual bone sticking out from under a flap of skin.

On the bright side, your blood-curdling scream wakes him back up.

Chest heaving, you throw his mutilated hand away from you and grab his face again with one hand, the other still trying to stop the bleeding. “You idiot, you’re never allowed to leave the house ever again, understood? Now stay. awake.”

He laughs and pokes your tear-ridden cheek, completely delirious from blood loss. “I’m gonna die happy,” he mumbles, and a thick trail of blood starts trickling from the corner of his mouth. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Shut up, you’re gonna be fine, just keep looking at me!” You scramble to keep his head supported in your hands, but he’s heavy and limp with dead weight. “Loki, you look at me right now, don’t you dare close your eyes.”

“It’s okay, my love, it’s alright…”

“Stay awake, you hear me?” You furiously swipe away the tears clouding your vision, leaving a dark streak of his blood along your cheekbone. “Stay with me, Loki, you’re gonna be just fine, you’re gonna do something magical, right? You’re gonna heal yourself, I know it.”

He’s…dying. In your arms.

On some random Monday morning, out of the blue, came stumbling through your door and now he’s dying in your living room. Life really is a bitch, huh?

“Loki!” You slap his cheek a couple times when his eyes start drifting shut, his head rolling onto your lap. “Loki, you stay awake or I’m gonna kill you…”

“I know this is…is unexpected,” he murmurs, voice thick with blood. “But now you’ll be b-better off.”

“You are such an idiot,” you sob, abandoning the blood-drenched cloth—it’s not exactly helping anymore—and pulling him into your arms, clutching his broken form to your chest. “Where did this even come from? And like hell I’ll be better off, don’t you leave me!”

“My own stupidity.” He laughs and a splatter of blood bubbles from his mouth. “Look at me, darling, quickly.” That broken hand reaches up to weakly cradle your tear-stained cheek, and Loki coughs up a lungful of blood one more time. “I love you like I’ve never loved before.”

“STAY WITH ME, LOKI, I SWEAR TO GOD—”

The god blinks, a slow and deliberate engraining of your image in his mind, and smiles up at you with bloodied lips. “I’ll see you again, my love.”

“You’ll see me right now, you idiot, cause you’re not dying, you idiot, idiot…”

The cool, stuttering breaths against your arm stop falling.

“Loki?” You choke and shake your head—this isn’t real. This is some sick dream. “Loki, stop fucking around, come back.”

Silence.

“Oh my god, Loki, this isn’t funny—”

“Well, it is a little funny.”

Your head snaps up at the sound of that bastard’s voice to see him lounging against the doorway, hands in his pockets with a stupid little grin on his face.

“Idiot?” He asks, pressing a hand to his heart in mock hurt. “I died, my dear, and you called me an idiot approximately five times. Thank you for the lovely sentiment, I love you too.”

The broken body in your arms sparks and fades into nothing, and you slowly get to your feet, the look in your eyes nothing short of murderous.

“That…was a joke?”

Loki shrugs, that proud smirk still plastered over his lips. “Of course. You married the god of mischief, darling.”

Your jaw tightens and Loki swallows, the smirk fading slightly when he sees how, erm, not funny you found his little prank to be.

“Oh shit.”

You barrel into him in an instant, your shoulder connecting with his gut and he crumples to the floor, laughter bubbling from his mouth when you start relentlessly smacking at his arms, chest, face, anywhere you can reach.

“That—wasn’t—funny,” you seeth, emphasising each word with a good poke to the stomach. “You little fucktard, I’m gonna kill you for real for that!”

Still laughing, Loki brings up his hands to half-heartedly block your attacks, catching your furious punches with fingers wrapped around your wrists. You try to fight, to pull your arms from his grip with a huff, but he yanks you down into a searing kiss and locks an arm around your neck—you’re stuck.

“That was extremely funny,” he mumbles against your lips, locking you in place with a solid arm as you try to squirm away from him. “You look so precious when you worry.”

“You’re a—mmph, you’re a sick fuck.” You’re refusing to kiss him back, but he won’t let you move from where your mouths are pressed together.

“Such endearing names,” he dreamily sighs, kissing your pouting lips a couple more times. “I can truly feel the amount of love you hold for my sorry, broken heart…I love you too, my beautiful ‘sick fuck…’”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT, LET ME GO—”

“…I love you more than the stars may light the sky, my exquisite idiot…”

“I HATE YOU—”

Loki pushes himself up, breathless and red in the face from relentless kisses and never-ending laughter to wind his arms around your waist, pulling you tight against him and smashing his lips to yours.

“Idiot,” he grins into the kiss, somehow squeezing you even tighter. “I hate you too.”

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[arohasfiction]

I will Never Leave you~

So this the first scenario i write about Rocky and i hope you enjoy it~🤗💜

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Pairing: Rocky x Reader

Gener: Fluff / Kind of Agnst

Word Count: 3334

Note: The characters phrases are coloured:

(You,Pink) ( Rocky,Light Blue) (Moonbin, Red)

(Jinjin, Green) (Eunwoo,Purple) ( Your Parents,Orange) ( Stalker, Bold Black)

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Summary: You are Rocky's Childhood friend and you spended your childhood days together playing and doing everything with each other, you even attended Elementary, Secondary and High school together you stayed by each other side in the Sad and happy moments you, Years later He become a trainee then an idol in ASTRO ,But you two never forget each other, you met in weekends and he invited you many times in hangouts with other members. Aslo you go to the same University as Eunwoo and you two share some classes together.

In one day out of all the days, you were supposed to meet Rocky and Astro members to go to the cinema. You finally reached the place but you only saw Rocky alone approaching you, He waved to you and you did the same, " Hey (Y/N)-ah" he said cheerfully, you greeted him as well with a wide smile, but then you asked him " But Minhyuk-ah, where are the others? Aren't they coming?" , " Mmmm no its just me and you today" he said while giggling to himself.

You both entered and watched the movie and suddenly you decided to go to the Karaoke, you ordered some smoothies and some snacks and started singing all of your favourite songs along with rocky who started dacing while you were singing.

Finally after you both got tired of all of this singing and dancing , a moment of silence appeared, when Rocky suddenly stood up from his place and came towards you and locked you between himself and the chair and pressed his warm lips on yours, you were caught off guard and you really didn't know what to do but since you already had a crush on him you wished that time could stop and you last like this for a more long time. He parted away but your faces were still close and with his wearwolf eyes he looked stright in your eyes and said " (Y/N)-ah, I love you~will you be my girlfriend? I know its weird and i shouldn't get my hopes up like that but-", you didn't give him a chance to complete what he was saying and immediately connected your lips together. You two kept kissing like that until you finally realized that its getting late and you both should head back to home. During the whole way back to your house you two kept smiling like dorks as you remembered what happened at the karaoke. " So we are dating right?" He asked you tho he already knows the answer , " of course we are.. hehe do you think what we did earlier was a dream?" , You kept laughing until you both went back to your home.

It has been already 4 months since you and Rocky started dating and only Astro members knew about your relationship, and your life was normal as always, waking up helping in house work( since you are in a summer holiday* you are a college student*) then going to your shift in your part time job at the convince store which happens to be near Fantagio entertainment and Astro's dorm which made you meet the boys almost everyday . That day Suddenly someone entered the store and it was your boyfriend Rocky, he took a banana milk from the fridge shelf and placed it on the counter, he kept looking at you while smiling as you were scanning the banana milk, " Here you go" you said with a smile on your face " Hehe thanks, btw when does your shift end? And do you have plans after it?" He asked you , " Mmm it will end in 2 hours, and no i don't have plans I'll head Immediately to home after this... But why you're asking?" , " Well nothing i will pick you up and walk you home today" you jumped excitedly saying " Really?!! For real?!! Heheh can't wait till the shift ends". He waved at you and then went back to the agency.

After two hours your co-worker came and then you took your bag and went out to find Rocky standing and waiting for you. You both secretly held hands( since nobody really knows about you two dating cuz you know it might cuz a scandal) and walked all the way to your home, you reached you home door and then he whined " Why does your home way has to be so short like that, i want to be with you more" you grinned at his words and you asked him " Minhyuk-ah~did you have dinner or not yet?". " No still " he replied , " Then let's go inside and eat i think my mom already made the dinner hehehe".

You both went inside you both greeted your parents and then all of you sat on the table to have dinner, you laughed and chatted together, you thought in yourself that it's good that your family are already familiar with Rocky since you both were together since you were kids, but what kept running in your mind is ,that how to tell your parents that you two were dating. You didn't tell your parents that you two were dating you didn't get the right time to tell them tbh. Later after dinner Rocky thanked your mother for the dinner and then you walked him to the door, " (Y/N)-ah, thanks for the dinner today, i had alot of fun, hehe its been a while since i came here" he scratched the back of his neck while giggling, " then i gotta go ... See you tomorrow (Y/N)-ah ", he said as he was heading out "be careful on your way back" you shouted at him with a smile , " Hahaha okay okay got it ,, just go inside already!" He said while signing to you to go inside. You went inside when you heard your mother calling for you, you went to her and she told you to sit next to her, you tried to read whats on her mind but you couldn't so you asked her , " Mommy is something wrong?" , " Well dear, i was thinking about this thing since the time Minhyuk entered" your mother said, you got a strange vibe from her words and she continued " Don't fall in love with him okay? You two just have to stay best friends as you are, you two aren't dating right?" You shrugged at what she said so you acted stupid " why mommy? is there something wrong if i fell for him, he is a kind and a warm boy and we've known each other like forever now " she cutted you " He's an idol did you forget that! I don't want my daughter to date and spend her life with an idol , i will never let that happen", you still didn't get why your mom is acting that way, your emotions took on you so you said " What's wrong with dating an idol, he's my childhood friend before becoming an idol you know that!", " You don't know ? Idol boys, they throw their emotions away and just use you, you are still young and won't understand what i mean!" She said while sounding a bit angry. " But mom you know that Minhyuk is different you saw him growing how could you think of him like that?, you even trust me on him whenever we hangout!" You said, you kept feeling your throat is hurting you when she suddenly said " Why you keep defending him like that?" , " Because he is my bestfriend he always protected me and I've trusted him since along time i can't just compare him to other idols that you saw, he is a different person" you got annoyed and got up of your place and went straight to your bedroom, you locked the door and slid over it, your tears fell silently on your cheeks, you couldn't just believe what you just heard, you thought about how finally you decided to tell them about you two dating, your memorise to the lovely moments you spended together rushed into your head, you got up and fell on your bed crying silently, he never hurted you and he was always warm and you felt safe around him, he even didn't look at other girls like the way he looks at you, just you. You kept crying till you fell asleep.

In the next morning you woke up and felt your head is heavy, you remembered that you cried alot last night , but you managed to pull yourself to the bathroom and took a shower, tho your mood didn't get any better , you just finshed the works you had to do in the house and went to your part-time job. As you were standing at the counter in the calm store spacing out thinking about what your mom said , you really wanted to show her that she's wrong and Rocky is not that type of people that she think he is. Suddenly you felt a hand waving infront of your face calling out your name " From Earth to (Y/N)-ah , Hey are you okay??!!" Said Moonbin to you. You finally got back to reality and saw him. You can say you were close to Moonbin since you know him from the time that Rocky became a trainee at Fantagio cuz he just introduced to him that time. " Oh I'm sorry i didn't see you entering let me scan it" you said. " Hey.. You look pale and tired are you sure you're okay?" You just nodded in reply cuz you didn't feel like talking today. Before he heads out he said " (Y/N)-ah if you're not feeling well you know your room is there in our dorm you can go and take a rest" ( you did have a room just for you in their dorm because sometimes time gets late and you end up sleeping there so they gave you this extra room so you can sleep there whenever you're late or tired). You forced a smile at him and then he went.

After your shift for today ended you headed back home walking but suddenly you felt someone running behind you calling out your name, you turned around to find your Bf running after you. " Hah-ha!! Wait hah-ha (Y/N)-ah, come a bit with me" he was out of breath but he held your hands and took you to thier dorm and you two immediately went to your room there. He closed the door and sat right next to you, you were looking down at the floor without saying anything , he placed his hands and raised your face from your chin " look in to my eyes (Y/N)-ah, Something happened right? Bin-Hyung just told me that you looked gloomy and pale", your tears started rushing out of your eyes so you immediately layed on his chest and hold his shirt from the back tightly . " Babe...." He said while pating your head gently. You started speaking " after you went yesterday my mom called me and talked to me about something", he listened to you carefully as you told him what happened yesterday with you then you looked at him almost sobbing " what if she knew about us and told us to breakup... I-i don't want that to happen i really-" he cutted you placed his lips on yours then parted " shhh.. don't worry babe, we won't break up I will figure out how to fix this misunderstanding don't worry i won't leave you ever , i will be right here like I've always been" then he kissed your cheeks. After a while you fell asleep on him so he just carried you and put you in the bed, he went outside to find the boys are still sitting waiting for him , Moonbin was worried on you so he asked Rocky , " Rocky-ah she was crying so loudly, is she okay? Is it something serious?" Appearntly everyone wanted to ask the same thing so they waited for rocky to answer. Rocky sighed as he sat between his hyungs and started telling them willing for a good advice from them. " Omg that's really serious" said jinjin, " we need to find a helpful way to help rocky and (Y/N) to tell her parents about them" continued Eunwoo, While they were talking your phone on the table rang so Rocky picked it up after seeing that your mom was the caller, " Hello Eomonie" said Rocky , " Oh-hhaha hello minhyuk, (Y/N)-ah haven't returned yet, is she with you? If she is please tell her to come back", " I'm sorry Eomonie but she already slept don't worry about her i will tell her as soon as she wakes up", " well okay then, i trust her on you" and then she ended the call . Later rocky went back to your room and slept right beside you holding your hands.

The next morning you woke up to see Rocky beside you sleeping peacefully you got up slowly kissed his forehead and then tried to get off the bed but , you felt his hand grabbing your wrist , " Where are you going?", " I gotta go back home, tons of work is waiting for me there and i didn't go back yesterday mom & dad must be worried", you said, " Oh its okay your mom already knows that you are here , she called yesterday after you slept and i told her". Later on you ate breakfast with them, went to home and then to your shift. It was a busy day at the store today . it was almost the last half hour of your shift and you were supposed to meet the boys at your college's basketball hall Cuz you forgot something at your art club. A young man entered the store, he acted weird, kept walking in there without buying anything for about 10min, you tried not look at him but whenever you gazed fell on him, you found him staring and giving you a smirk but you ignored him, 5 min later he left the store without buying anything, and your shift was over. You reached the college's basketball hall and met the boys, they were playing basketball so you just told them that you will get your stuffs from the Art club and then join them in playing. You didn't realize that the man from the store was stalking you out, as you walk to your club he was following you. You entered the room and started looking for your stuff when you heard the door behind you getting closed, you turned around and saw the man, you were shocked, " Who are you?!" You said furiously, he didn't reply and kept moving towards you, you stepped back as he moved until it was a dead end, you were locked between him and the wall, " Did you know how beautiful and hot you are?" He whispered in your ears. You pushed him immediately and told him to back off but no use , he was forcing himself on you and trying hardly to kiss you. Your mood went off and you pushed him strongly with both of your hands and then give him a kick in the stomach to move him off you, you also cursed him ( you don't do it usually but you reached your limits and really got annoyed and uncomfortable) . Rocky noticed that you're late and he texted you but he got no reply from you so he came to the art club along with the boys to look for you. At the same time the man got angry at your action" You little --!!!!" He shouted and Rocky opened the door at the same time to find that man pushing you hardly which made you fall and hit your head in the corner of the table and you lost conscious immediately, your head started bleeding alot, Rocky stepped infront of the man and hit him right in the face with his full power of anger and made the man fall down on the ground, Jinjin & Mj tried their best to stop Rocky from hitting the man anymore cuz they might get in more problems while Moonbin was struggling so hard to stop your bleeding head and waking you up at the same time, Eunwoo called the emergency to get an ambulance while sanha was sitting on the Stalker to keep him down from moving.

After getting you to the hospital, you got your treatment but still unconscious, Rocky was too scared that something bad might happen to you, because your injury was serious. He was sitting by your side holding your hands and drying the sweat of your face gently, Your Parents Rushed to you after jinjin called them, they stayed with you until late night along with rocky who was standing next to the window, " Eomonie, Abeonim, you should go and eat and get some rest, i will stay here don't worry" said rocky warmly to your parents , they nooded and walked outside the room but before going out, your mother turned to you and saw rocky talking to you , " (Y/N)-ah please wakeup fast, Your Parents are too worried about you, you shouldn't worry your parents, i Know you are a strong girl, please wakeup for your parents and for my sake please" He said in a cracked tone almost about to cry. Seeing you like that broke him, everything happened Infront of him and he couldn't do anything. The next day after your parents went yesterday, rocky stayed with you all night. Your parents came again early in the morning to find Rocky standing outside the room, they ran towards him worried, " Minhyuk, why are standing here?" Said your father, " Ohh the doctor is inside checking on (Y/N)-ah " said rocky, " What!! Minhyuk!! Did Something happened to her?!!" Said your mother in a frightened tone, " No no nothing happened she opened her eyes so i callled the doctor to check on her condition don't worry", and suddenly the doctor came out to tell your parents that your are fine and all you need is to rest, Rocky couldn't hold his smile after seeing you awake... After the boys came visited you and made sure to call them whenever you needed something, you stayed alone with rocky and your parents in the Room, " Eomonie,Abeonim, i have something to tell you..." Rocky said seriously, you felt that you know what he was about to say ,and you felt your heart beating so fast , " I like (Y/N)-ah since a long time ago, and we are currently dating, can both of you please give us your blessings ?!" . After your mother saw how gentle and caring rocky was to you she knew that she thought wrongly about him and she should give him a chance. You closed your teary eyes to hear your mother's 'No' but instead of that you saw her smiling and nodding at rocky's request. You couldn't believe your ears and eyes , your tears Started falling like a waterfall. " Well then dear , let's give them some space together" said your father to your mother while taking her out with him. Now you and rocky are alone, he came closer and whipped your tears and pressed his lips on yours , " See? I told you i will fix this misunderstanding and we will never be apart" you were speechless and hugged him tightly " Don't you ever leave me...I Love you so much Minhyukiii" you said while still being in his arms. 2 weeks later you came out and then spended most of your times now cuddling with Your boyfriend Rocky , you were happy that your mother changed her idea about rocky....

At the dorm's kitchen

" Chef Minhyuk! Can you make me something to eat please" you said with an Agyeo , he leaned and gave you a peek on your lips " Okay miss piggy" he teased you, " Heyy!! I'm not a piggy!! I Don't like that nick name!!" You pouted, " hahaha okay cutie pie " and you both started laughing~

The End.

[kinsbin]

Don’t Go

Title: Don’t Go Ship: Alexys/Negan [Self Insert/Canon] Word Count: 2149 Summary: After the second war, Negan feels his presence is unwelcome in Alexandria. He decides to take Rick’s warning and leave, under the promise that Rick doesn’t tell Alexys. She finds out anyways, of course, and rushes to make sure he knows that he’s right were he belongs. With her. 

A/N: Third commission for @bad-blue-moon-rising! More good good Alexys/Negan because these two are gOOD TOGETHER AND DESERVE TO BE HAPPY -i say as i write more agnst-

Sometimes his existence in Alexandria was...awkward.

Super, super fucking awkward.

Not in the ‘you accidentally saw someone naked when walking by the bathroom’ type of awkward, no, that awkward was a superficial type of feeling that barely permeated the surface of the type of emotions Negan felt bubbling across his skin like a bad trip. This type of awkward was the type that made eyes feel like daggers burning the back of his skull. As if he had murdered his own mother and confessed without hesitance to the crows of matriarch’s before him. A deep, gut-wrenching awkward that had followed him from his time in prison to his exodus and back again. Rick Grimes was a man who understood what was necessary in war, and, for that Negan could only begrudgingly respect him.

It didn’t change the people’s feelings about him, however. No matter how much he had helped, they looked at him with those same, cold eyes. He was the man who was imprisoned. The man who had hurt their own people and, for that reason, wouldn’t be forgiven. He didn’t expect to be forgiven, of course, but the looks they gave only emphasized the fact of the knowledge tenfold, like a loudspeaker hissing their thoughts through his own mind. The aftermath of the second war had kept the group busy enough, certainly, but their vicious stares never seemed to cease.

That was what made it awkward, he supposed.

Rick had approached him, but, he didn’t need to say anything for Negan to know what he wanted. His presence had become something more of a trouble than a relief. He had, after all, only been wanted for his certain set of skills more than his personality. The war brought about desperation in all people, but, once it was over they had returned easily to their past selves. Negan had expected it. He had been ready for it. The look the other man gave him as he spoke his mind was neither startling nor unwelcome. Negan met his gaze with a steady one of his own, listening and inclining his head when he thought it appropriate. When the final words echoed from Rick’s lips, he had nothing to say to them in response:

“It’s time for you to go.”

The people had spoken.

As they watched one another with a slow build of distrust humming in the center of their core like an unpleasant cacophony, Negan could only think of one thing to say. It fell from between his mouth in a whisper, soft and almost pleading. A tone that surprised Rick enough to physically display it, his eyes widening and his jaw setting with a solid realization that, maybe the man before him was human too:

“Don’t tell Alexys.”

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Alexys moved slow through the crowd of people, shifting her body so that she could easily fit between the small openings and spaces they had brought about in their own pursuit of the day. The basket of fruits in her hands nearly overflowed with every step she took, and she kept careful watch on each rounded orange and oblong lemon to ensure that none of them fell sneakily from her grasp before she arrived at the community center. She had been helping to grow these fruits for a few seasons now, their freshness providing an advantage to the otherwise vitamin c-less lifestyle the people in Alexandria may have lived without the decision to attempt to built a small grove of these trees with the scarce seeds she had been carrying around with her since she had stopped to loot a gardening supply store a year or so ago.

The looks they gave her as she moved down the street were vague to say the least. She felt each set of eyes on her like a burning in her skin as she maneuvered through each person in the crowd, humble excuse me’s leaving her lips as she caught the winds of their faded whispers.

‘...She watched him, didn’t she?’

‘Must be grateful….going away….’

‘...You think….manipulated her….and then…?’

‘....betray us…..i mean it could...think about it.’

She arrived at the community center confused, placing her basket down while looking around the groups of people already gathering together to work and teach in unison. She lifted her hand to play with strands of her hair, brows furrowing while her head tilted to the side in an effort to piece the words the others whispered beyond her together. Something was happening, that much was true, but what exactly was it? Someone she knew had done something...Someone she knew had been involved in something.

Negan?

“Hey,” Alexys called out softly to the woman at her side, who startled as she turned her head, “I haven’t seen Negan around here often…”

“Oh,” She averted her eyes back to her own container of foodstuffs, sifting through it absently as an excuse to find time for the words she was trying to say, lips pursed as she tilted her head, “You haven’t heard then?”

“Heard...what?”  A dread unlike any other filled Alexys to the brim as she pursed her lips, the inside of her cheek meeting her teeth as she chewed nervously.

The woman leaned in, afraid of being caught as she whispered, “I heard Rick asked him to leave, said there weren’t no place here for a man who didn’t make anyone comfortable….I thought you’d be the first to hear? You were his little keeper for a while, weren’t you? I’m sure Mr. Grimes would have told you first and-”

She broke off as Alexys turned and ran, dropping her basket of fruit in the process. Oranges and lemons splattered unceremoniously onto the floor, their juices leaking from their cracked skins and pouring down the dirty floor in a mess of citrus. The woman chuffed in surprise, watching the mess of brown hair and grey hoodie all but fly her way down the streets and exits of the area they were in.

Alexys ran as fast as her feet would allow her, the thundering of the soles of her shoes against the pavement echoing like the beat of her heart in her ears. Her chest heaved between the breaths she needed to take to maintain oxygen and the panic that dared to attempt and settle itself in the pit of her stomach. No, she had realized with terror the moment the woman had spoken, no she hadn’t known at all. She was, in fact, the last to know. The rumors had evaded her. The observations she normally made were not astute enough. Somehow it had been kept under wraps for the time being, but, now there was fear. A terror as her head whirled around to search for him. The form of the man she had watched for so long. Who she had talked to and, eventually, learned to tolerate. Which grew to learning to enjoy. That grew to learning to love.

Love…

She practically skidded to a halt when she found Rick, his hat tilted back as he observed some papers one of his friends had handed to him to read over. It’s information was not important to her, though, and she stood before them with ragged breaths. Rick paled momentarily, his gaze communicating his fear of what he was sure had just happened to make the normally relaxed quiet woman practically run into him without a moment’s hesitation.

“Alexys…” His voice was a slow and patient tone, a familiar voice he used when negotiating with others. Hesitant and with an edge of tension to its vocal chords. It’s very existence made Alexys bristle.

“Did he leave yet?”

“Alexys, let me explain my-”

“Did he leave yet, Rick?”

The pause between them was thick, a heavy sort of mood that painted their atmosphere like laquer. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Rick could feel that phrase ring true in the pit of his stomach as he accepted the fact that he was caught with a soft sigh.

“No,” Rick murmured, “He’s leaving when the sun sets...He...said not to tell you, Alexys. I’m sorry, we thought it would be easier if-”

He stopped speaking and watched as she turned to run again, this time in the direction of Negan’s home.

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Negan had packed the last of his items when his door opened, the final zip of the bag before him echoing against the click of the lock as it swung itself open. Turning his head, Negan’s eyes widened to see the familiar form of Alexys as she blocked the doorway, her eyes widening with disbelief at the sight he had displayed before her. His jacket was thrown across his shoulders, a thin layer of dust resting on the shoulders from the effort of pulling out his once buried traveling packs. They held a majority of his items, tucked between neat rows of clothes and some weapons to keep the journey easy as it could go.

They were abandoned now as he faced her fully, she deserved that much, and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Guess you heard the news then, huh?”

“Why?”

“This place isn’t my home. I don’t...fit in here. It’s better if-”

“No not-” She waved her hands up as tears threatened the corners of her eyes, “Not why...are you leaving...why didn’t you tell me?”

He hesitated then, his heart in his throat as he stared down at the woman before him. She had stormed closer now, entering his home and standing a mere feet away from him as she watched him. Her eyes held his own, searching desperately for any sign of reasoning or sincerity in the center. All he saw mirrored in her gaze was fear and hurt and...something he dared not hope he would ever see in her gaze. Negan tore his eyes away from hers.

“I knew you’d try to stop me.”

With that he turned to face his bags again, busying himself with packing up. He hoped she would get the message. He hoped he would hear her leave the home and slam the door behind her, never to come back. Hell, even her yelling at him, telling him he’s an asshole and then vanishing to never come near him again...He was ready for all of it, accepting of whatever her choice was in the end.

What he wasn’t ready for was the feeling of her arms coming around him, embracing him from behind. He felt the wetness of her eyes where she leaned on him while crying, the shake of her body nearly palpable as she bit back sobs.

“You belong here, Negan,” She murmured out with a whisper, “Even if it doesn’t feel like it you...we...I want you here. Please...If no one else does, I do.”

He touched the hand around him, his rough fingers a contrast to her otherwise soft hands as he chuckled, “You don’t want me here, Angel. Promise, there are people who better deserve that cinnamon-sugar heart of yours. Don’t bother giving it to me.”

“You idiot,” She laughed weakly against him, “It was yours from the start, you know that? It always will be, no matter how far away you go...If I can’t come with you, then at least let me...Let me talk with Rick, okay? Let me try, I can-”

“Why do you want me to stay so badly?” The question came out more accusatory than he wanted it to. He had turned to face her now, their eyes locked as his gaze held hers again, this time it was his who was hurt. His eyes shone with a surprise and unknown amalgamation of emotions that brewed behind his face like a storm, lifting Alexy’s heart and dropping it all at once. Her fingers reached out, away from his torso to touch at his cheeks and hold his face close in her fingers. His skin was cold, her touch gentle as he leaned into it without thinking about it.

“Because I…” She swallowed, “I love you.”

He stared. So did she. His heart fluttered in awe and euphoria at the words from her mouth, the twitch of his smile covering up the tears that wanted to fall. They eventually did though, down his cheeks and across his face as he reached out to hug her and bring her close, the kiss they shared wet and salty through both of their eyes.

He said it back only when they parted, the soft “i love yous’ punctuated with kisses as they held one another there for a long moment.

Their plan to convince Rick could be formed later, for now the two relished in their new found mutual adoration. For now, they were the only two people in the world.

For now, there was no awkwardness. Only hope.

[cosmetologynerd]

I Found P.1 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Apparently I get really rather inspired by songs! I hope you guys enjoy and I plan on there being many parts to this story! This story is inspired by this lovely song I heard on Pandora while studying for my level up exams at school. 

Summary: You just moved to New York from your sunny town in Florida and start school at Midtown Science Academy. Immediately after your arrival, you notice the shy, cute science nerd Peter Parker, but you never thought he would notice you, or the way he made you feel. 

Warnings: Agnst, Fluff and some mild heart break. 

Part One- Warning Signs 

You walked down the halls of Midtown Science Academy trying to just make it from one class to the next. It was day three at this crowded school in New York and honestly, it was lonelier than any school you had ever been at before. It didn’t matter that there seemed to be an abundance of people trying to talk to you, or that your parents had insisted you join the Decathlon team. It didn’t matter that there was at least three times more people here than there was at your old school, or that there seemed to be a friendly smile around every corner. It was just lonely. You were lonely.

Headphones in, playing some sad but oh so beautiful song that would in no way improve your mood, you continued pushing your way through the crowd, your overstuffed backpack fighting you the whole time, and you tugged your grey hoodie closer to you. And then you looked up and saw it.  Room A431. Your chemistry classroom had never seemed like more of a sanctuary. The people laughing and milling around you was starting to bother you.

The door was open, awaiting the third period students of Mr. Johnson’s chemistry class and you practically threw yourself into it, greatful for the large empty space. Only, the room wasn’t empty.

Sitting at your normal lab table was a boy with brown hair, pale skin and the most amazing brown eyes you had ever seen. His blue sweater bearing the Midtown school’s logo looked warm and inviting in all the right ways and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. You’d seen him in a few of your classes and he had always made your heart flutter nervously. Though you couldn’t recall his name, you knew he was beyond smart. But why was he at your table? Your normal lab partner was Cindy.

The confusion must have shown on your flushed face. He pointed at the board, “New seating chart. You’re still here though.”

His voice was like pure magic to your ears. It was smooth, and soft, almost like a fine silk. But it suited him in every way possible. You nodded, not saying anything and taking your seat next to him, digging out your text book, notebook and pack of pens. As you started flicking through your notes, the boy turned back to his own notebook and the overwhelming feeling of loneliness came back as the sad song in your headphones swelled up.

“I’m Peter,” he said, a nervous tick to his voice. Your heart leapt, and you reached up to remove your earbuds to better hear his soothing voice.

“Y/N,” you responded quietly.

He nodded and looked down at his notebook. You glanced over to see him rapidly scribbling away, the heading catching your eye. Web Fluid v. 3.45.

“What are you working on?” You asked, the curiosity clear in your voice. 

He jumped and pulled more papers over his notebook. “Uh- nothing- just, um... messing around. How are you liking Midtown? I know you’re new here-“

He quickly changed the topic, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you. It made you even more intrigued. But for now you let it slide. “It’s alright- it’s cold,” you reply before you hear the loud ring of the bell signaling the start of class. Immediately the rest of your classmates appeared in the room, groaning as they saw the new seating chart.  

But as you looked around, seeing Cindy sit next to a rather cute older boy, you caught Peter’s eye. There was a glint in his eye and it made you smile. You couldn’t explain it but you just knew- something about this boy made you more excited than you’ve ever been. The eye contact felt almost like an intimate affair, it felt wrong to be sharing such a moment here, for everyone to see. You mind was sending out alarms everywhere. It should have been your warning, but instead, you thought it was the sign of the most beautiful thing on earth. The class milled around you, taking their seats and pulling out textbooks. You turned back to your own books, breaking eye contact with Peter, a hot blush rising on your cheeks. It was then that you were glad you wore your y/h/c hair down today since it hid you.

“Alright class, open your books to chapter five...” Mr. Johnson’s voice rang through the room, but you were hardly listening. Your mind was racing a million miles an hour as you thought about the brown haired boy sitting next to you. He had the same look in his eye you had, the same air of excitement when your eyes locked, and was that a blush you had seen?

You chanced a glance over at him and your breathing haulted. He was looking at you too. You felt your face heat up and you both looked away quickly.

Little did you know, either of you, the way that your lives would become tangled together after this day. Neither of you knew just how important you would be to the other. Or that surely, given who he was, the heart ache and dangers that would be thrust upon you both.

No. All you knew was the feeling of butterflies in your stomach and the sound of bells in your head. Warning signs? Sure. But oh how glorious those warning signs were.

[cosmetologynerd]

I Found P.2 (Peter Parker X Reader)

Hey guys! I know some of you have been waiting for a bit, life is just hectic ATM. This part of course is inspired by another song, by my favorite band of all time. 

Summary: You just moved to New York from your sunny town in Florida and start school at Midtown Science Academy. Immediately after your arrival, you notice the shy, cute science nerd Peter Parker, but you never thought he would notice you, or the way he made you feel.

Warnings: Agnst, Fluff and some mild heart break.

[Catch up here] 

Part 2- Saturday’s 

The crisp breeze of a New York fall Saturday whipped around you as you walked to a small coffee shop, headphones in yet again, and a shiver ran down your spine as the temperature seemed to just keep dropping while you walked. It had been a week since the seating move and yesterday in class, Mr. Johnson had assigned a group project for chemistry and you had, of course, found yourself partnered with Peter. 

As you approached, you saw a familiar tuft of curly brown hair duck into the shop and a smile crept onto your face. It was all you could do to keep the brunette out of your head, and still you failed every time. Your pace picked up and you called out to him before you could stop yourself. 

He turned to look at you and a half smile appeared on his face before he turned back to the shop and went inside. He sat down at a table in the back corner and you looked at him curiously as you approached. 

“Everything okay?” 

Peter Parker looked at you with his perfect brown eyes and really seemed to notice you for the first time. “Oh, uh, y-yeah. Fine. Leave your bag, I’ll get everything set up for our project, okay? Why don’t you go get a coffee?” 

Something in him was off. You could tell that much, but it would be no use trying to get it out of him. It didn’t take a genius to know that Peter was a private guy. 

You stood in line for coffee and pulled out your phone to pass time. Your heart raced as you felt a pair of eyes burrowing into the back of your head and you turned to see Peter looking at you. He really was acting odd today. 

Five minutes later, you sat down at your shared table, two coffee’s in hand and Peter thanked you before pulling out his copy of the outline. You did the same. His mood seemed to shift entirely when he started talking chemistry and soon, you found yourself lost in his silky voice, your mind wandering to the same thoughts that seemed to plague your every waking moment for the last week. 

Peter’s pink lips calling your name pulled you from your thoughts of playing with his hair, trailing kisses across his collar bone and neck, teasing him- “Earth to (Y/N),” Peter called. “Hello?” 

“Huh?” You felt yourself lift your chin off of your hand and a blush rose to your cheeks. How long had you been staring at him, completely lost in your fantasy. “Sorry, I uh-” 

“No worries, I was gonna say I had to go anyways.” His phone was in his hand, lighting up rapidly. 

“Oh,” you say, your heart breaking slightly. You had just gotten here, not even ten minutes ago, and he was running out on you already. Peter reached out and grabbed your hand, dropping his phone on the table. 

You looked up at him, shock filling your features and again you were stuck with the same feeling you had that fateful day in chemistry class one week ago. Electricity pulsed through your hand as Peter’s fingers curled around yours. Locking eyes with him, you could tell he could feel it too. So why was he so quick to let go? 

“I’m sorry, it’s just- something came up and I have to go,” his silky voice said, sending shivers down your spine. “I- I feel horrible,” he said quietly. 

You shook your head, your hand still outstretched where he had dropped it onto the table. Rain slowly spattered the sidewalk outside and you felt your spirits drop further, but you smiled on through it. 

“It’s fine, Peter. Why don’t we meet again tomorrow? My place?” You suddenly remembered how to work your hand and you quickly snatched up your notebook, scribbling your phone number onto a piece of paper and ripping it out to hand to him. 

He took it hesitantly, your fingers brushing slightly again and another shot of electricity passed between you two. “Okay, (Y/N). I- I’ll see you tomorrow,” he spoke softly. 

As he left the coffee shop, you pulled your headphones back into your ears and sighed, the feeling of loneliness creeping back up on you. But this time, you had ammo against it, and it came in the form of a brown haired, brown eyed boy who, unknown to you, was currently staring at you from a roof top building, decked out in a red and blue skin tight suit. 

“I’ll keep Queens safe, for you, (Y/N).” Peter said to himself as he made the all too familiar free fall jump down to get the perfect arch of his webs and took off above the city, answering the call for help, all the while thinking about the (y/h/c) in the coffee shop.