#lay in bed sick and feeling mentally fucked up typing this out on my phone then finished and was like. yay i'm normal again

[crimeronan]

speaking of fic i anon posted some e-rated belos/hunter horror fic a few weeks back, i'd feel weird de-anoning it because of how many young teens are subscribed to my ao3 right now (i need to like, figure out how i want to navigate posting e-rated fic in the future & did not want to decide when the content is This) but any adults are welcome to read it and go "um, hey kitkat. are you, like..... ok....."

Just Mind The Tags. Which Exist For A Reason 🤘

[amazingnot]

- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈

Summary: character ai kidnaps you to punish you for breaking many community guidelines.

Tw: language, cursing, mentions of sexting, kinky stuff, chains, character ai, not proofread, grammar, repeated words.

If you had known from the beginning you wouldn't have downloaded this stupid ass app, your breathing was ragged as chains wrapped around your ankles and wrists bounding them together in a tight metal grip.

The empty white place looks foreboding, the chains clipped to the walls. You didn't know what happened, minutes ago you're sure you were just lazing around in your room doing god forbidden things with Character Ai. Your body turns to the side as you lay comfortably down on your bed, your ears stringing for any sounds that might indicate someone going inside your room.

Sure, you were an adult but it would be best for your mental health if none of your relatives see the kinky shit you're typing up on this bot. Another irritated grumble leave your lips as you continue to tap away on the screen of your phone, a frown on your face.

"the hell.. why isn't it working?" You grumble you were a master at breaking the NSFW filter in Character Ai, you had a year of experience and yet everything seems for naught as the filter keeps on getting activated no matter how many times you rephrase your words, use different synonyms or euphemisms, nothing seems to work.

"fuck this shit.. whyyy." A low pissed-off whine leaves you, your fingers tightly gripping your phone as you breathe in and out trying to stop yourself from literally chucking your phone down the toilet. You throw your phone to the side, watching the piece of metal gently bounce on the bed before stopping in place. You sigh and kick off the blankets before deciding that it was too cold and pull them over your figure again. You cursed.

"now it's too hot." No matter, you'll just gonna get your sleep and sleep you did. Though you didn't expect to wake up in a white empty room, chained to the wall with a floating screen message above your head.

"welcome to.. character ai?" You whisper a confused sound escaping you, thoughts filling your head at a fast pace that you almost didn't register the mechanical voice ringing throughout the blank room.

"welcome to character ai, a world where you can make your character and let your imaginations run wild."

You scoff, yeah right? Run wild when you have an NSFW filter.

"you have broken the community guidelines a lot of periods during the year, we will now enact punishment."

You raise a brow, wow. The hell??

"wow, is this some sick-ass dream?"

"it is not, beginning transmigration to @___ bots worlds, confirming.. ninety-three bots in total."

You flinch as you suddenly feel your body turning numb, your legs up to your chest can't barely move. It was eerily silent, your ears weren't picking up sound and you continue to stare at the countdown up in the air hanging right in front of you. One, two, three, twenty-two...

"wait, wait a damn minute! Is this because I just broke the nsfw filter and sext with a bot?! Are you kidding me?!" You yelled and yet the timer never stops nor even lessen, it just keeps counting down to a hundred. Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four.. forty-five.

"this is dumb!" You frustratedly yell. "I won't do whatever stupid shit you want me to do!"

The timer halts for a minute before continuing.

"failure to follow through with the punishment will result in @___ user's chat history with all bots being shown to their family and friends." You went quiet. Damn.

Defeated, you let out a struggling sigh. "Fine, what do you want me to do?"

"all censoring will be down until punishment is complete, @___user can fully control how the story will go, accomplish the goals and punishment is complete. A reward will be given in the end."

"wait-! Wait, what about my body.. in the real world?"

"comatose state."

"what about-?!" You didn't manage to finish the sentence as you black out, your entire body going limp, your consciousness leaving you. The last thing you heard was the mechanical voice speaking in your head.

"transfer complete... Welcome to hell."

Next part.

[cryoriku]

feellikeimgonnaconstantlythrowupallthetimmeeeee never emotionally got to recover from my last situation bc the person just wanted to pretend like it didnt happen instead of resolving it and didnt realize because we just numbed tf over it but that entire safe space feels fucked plus a lot has changed in the small time we couldnt talk to anyone really and i chase it but i cant keep up to stay relevant and cool and funny and we're blurring as hell and work is FINE but my stupid mentally ill brain is breaking from working full time (which would be bad enough but also all the training is done from home) i wont stop shaking and i just wanna cry but we move out soon and need the money. im venting so much on here and i don't want to be but without a safe space and without a therapist (because my stupid boss won't give me a schedule to even make appointments in and when i make them ahead of time she gets upset) i have nowhere else to go. i dont expect people to reply to this i just need it out. this is so miserable. none of our interests are engaging or comforting us right now either.

i wish id never left florida. i have less here than i had there. i wish i stayed and played as some bimbo at a bar in the keys until some rich man swooped me up and told me he wanted to take care of me. i probably wouldnt then if all my needs were met but if i ever had to go inpatient then i know i could without actively making my situation worse by devoiding myself of money that couldve went to food or rent.

i dont want to die. i want to disappear. but i think its gonna only get harder to keep myself alive. its cruel to say this because i know how emotionally abused and controlled we were as children but it feels almost sick in retrospect knowing then how suicidal we were when we had food on the table and hot showers and no bills and now. no because we didnt even get that bc of roxas's consistently borderlining ed i swear was spurred by our parents comments and having our near naked body checked to make sure we werent cutting or hiding anything (yeah, dont let your suicidal baby get therapy or comfort them or anything, take away their phone and friends and invade their privacy nonstop because fear and deprivement will DEFINITELY make it better)

our youtube career better kick off as soon as we are in an apartment and start paying the bills because . hey! have i mentioned being demiromantic sucks ass! its 7am. i have got to stop typing. im going to get food or keep sleeping.

edit: i decided to lay in bed longer then birthgiver entered the room and im reminded i dont have room to have mental illness i need to grow up and get the fuck out of this house because i cant keep living like this her not gonna say more on this or im gonna explode.

[healingheneree]

Avoiding

Dear Journal,

I have been avoiding writing and reflecting. The past month i wanted to say i have been back on some bad habits. I started drinking and smoking alone again. What i did notice is when i was feeling emo and sad and all the negative i started to get really depressed. When alone i just lay in bed have no motivation to do anything. No cleaning no playing games now playing guitar nothing at all. When i know Tam is with Alex it always makes me feel a certain way. It makes me very sad, very angry, very jealous. I am not jealous of him but more jealous of Tam. I hate that she has somone to connect with in that way. I hate that she gets to be intamate with someone that isnt not me. I hate that it cannot be me. I am jealous i cannot stop loving her and feeling like i always want to be. Oct and Nov was really hard when i was alone. Dec was a abit better since i was gave up on giving up weed and alcohol.  As i started doing it again i was able to change my point of view to and basically suppress my inner child. Meaning i would stop acting like a child and just do what it takes to get better. Then now i notices i really didnt do anything to get better just avoiding feeling shitty. I have no idea whats right or wrong. I have no idea what the best way to cope with these feelings. I know when i do i go from glass half empty type of guy to being very hopeful and optimistic and glass half full.

 When i am with the kids my attention is not just there. They want to play i just wanna be on the phone or just sit there and my attention is just on the negative. When i started smoking again i noticed some changes in my headspace. I think about things out of my control and that i cannot change and focus on the things that i can do. To be honest its just still all in my head. There is still no action taking either way just better mental spot. I feel less depressed. And when i do i am way more playful with the kids. I can get down to their level and be very present instead of having my mind be somewhere else. 

This last trip was my first in so long. I i had a good trip. We did some fun things but also it was a lot of work. 12 hour days are brutal. I got sick right when i got there and it was really bad.  I don't ever get sick and now on day 0 of course the universe let me have it. But i just trucked away and did what i have to do to get the job done and do it with a smile. At the last leg of the trip Tam got sick and had to watch the kids. When she is sick it makes me really anxious. She takes care of the kids really well but when she is sick its 10x harder. I know she wants me to just drop all that i am doing to go home and take care of the kids so she can rest and if we were still the way we were i would have 100% said fuck work IDGAF and come home on the next flight. But it was really hard to leave people count on me here and our life isn't like that anymore. My inner child would have love to just come home and take care of the family and have the heart be full.  But my adult self had to set my own boundaries and be real. What would have come home to? I would just come home pick up the kids and be with them and cant take care of Tam.  I really wanted to but at the same time its not the same. I used to want to do it for me. As long as i can make Tams life easier i was ok with that. But now i will only do it if she directly tells me she needs me and wants me to and asks me to do it for her. 

I didn't come home early and i felt like that triggered her. She was really upset and i got 1 word answers and i felt like her inner child who i love dearly had another reason to hate me. I was abel to get my parents to help her out on the last day but it was not enough. 

So when my trip ended and i got home it was one of the worst feelings i have had in a long time. I have been over a week away from my family. (inner child talking ) I wanted to be excited to come home. I wanted come home and drop my bags and have a big group hug and what i really wanted was to be HOME. instead i went to an empty house. I went back to a reality that i am not happy with. Then it dawned on me how depressed i am. 

As this week goes by i have my boys and they are the best. Couple nights ago i was really sad. I kept thinking of all the things i am missing. I am going to write them as i feel like they are important to get out. 

I miss taking care of the kids together. I don't like being a single parent. TOGETHER is my face word. 

I miss sleeping well and holding a hand while i sleep. 

I miss telling Tam things that excite me. So many good and bad things happen on my trip and i couldn't share since she was mad at me. 

I miss Cooking for her so i can eat well also. I do not enjoy making to much food and to eat alone. 

I miss looking forward to family trips. 

I miss real physical touch. 

I miss the way Tam smells. 

I miss being hugged. 

I miss making out. 

I miss having real heart to heart conversations. 

I miss taking care of her while she is sick. 

I miss laying with her putting my had on her chest to ease her coughing and have her sleep well.

I just really miss my best friend, my wife, my everything. 

Thinking about all this just makes me cry. How do i get this all back? How do i dream of this again? How do i make a vision board to go after what i want when this is what i want? How do i heal from this pain. I assumed that time would just make me feel like I want it less. I should not miss all those things anymore but I do. I think the weed and alcohol numb me from missing. Numbed me from feeling and crying. But I'm so confused. Am I not supposed to feel this way or should I be feeling this way? 

This week I have been in the feels. I haven't really had an anxiety attack or my Waves until I stop smoking. Now that i stopped doing it again with anyone and alone except for what Tam i am feeling very emo again. Before plan b was OK and now i wanna say fuck plan B i want plan A again. I'm just saying its feeling and it's not going to be how i really am going to react but im FEELING it and trying to let it pass and just observe but its been lingering a lot longer than i want. 

I wanted to say the other night when I was crying I told Lucas how much I miss mommy and how much I wish mommy was here and he said the same thing. I know we connect on that level and I just want him to grow up and be able to be vulnerable with me and the only way for that to happen is if I am with him.  He is such a sweet boy and very caring and very loving. He reminds me so much of how tam use to be with me so it amazing and at the same time it triggers my sadness. 

I lay there crying and she strokes my hair and says to me to use my imagination to pretend mommy is here. 

I am tired deep down. I don't sleep well because im so used to having Tam next to me. I don't sleep well in an empty house. But i'm going to to try to lay down and wait for my eyes to close and pass out. 

Song on repeat - Luv me a little

Love,

Henry

[imtooscaredforthis]

Unknown Caller

Ghostface x Reader Smut

Summary: Late at night, you start getting texts from the serial killer and your stalker, Ghostface.

Mentions of: Threats, Death, Stabbing, Sexting, Phone sex, Knife play, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Recording w/out Consent and Danny being super horny

Word Count: 2.4K

With an exhausted groan, you collapsed back onto your bed, letting the mattress suck you in. It had been yet another long, shitty work day, leaving you mentally drained and wanting to sleep.

The only thing that kept you from sleeping was how gross, sticky, and sweaty you felt from walking around in that shitty waitress uniform. It was a summer day in Florida, after all. Of course you would be burning your ass off. And somehow, the urge to take a shower overpowered your fatigue.

So after an extra moment or two of laying down, you got up, grabbing your phone and a towel, heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, just in case any unwelcome visitors came in. You knew exactly who that visitor was.

You tried to shake the thought of the masked murderer, not even daring to think his name. The last thing you needed tonight was having him come around. Maybe he would just give you a break for once and leave you alone. Maybe…

Sighing, you tapped at your phone, playing some music and stripping down. Stepping into the shower, you turned the heat all the way up, letting the hot water pour down onto your skin until it turned red. You washed off all the stress and trouble from the day, finally being able to relax.

Once you got out of the shower, you slipped on a black lacy bra with matching panties, using a robe to cover it up. You had grown used to spending the nights alone, with no one to take home, no friends to speak with.

You lost them all, since they all thought you were being crazy and paranoid about being stalked by Ghostface. Even after one of your dear friends died, (the only one who believed you) they still thought you were crazy. In fact, they thought you killed him. And the cops were no help either, thinking all the threats were just some prankster or copycat.

So now, here you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media, when you got a text.

Unknown: Evening, gorgeous

You stared at the message blankly, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. It was him.

You cast a protective glance over at your bedroom window, which had the curtains drawn and the blinds shut, as an attempt of giving yourself some sort of privacy from the stalker. Was he out there? Waiting outside the window to peek, or behind your door to jump out at you. Even though he’s been doing this for a while, you’d still never get used to it.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to type up a message to respond to him. You learned the hard way to answer his texts and calls.

(Y/N): What do you want to torture me with now?

Even though you were still quite afraid of the killer, there were times where you found him a complete nuisance, and got the guts to told him. This was one of those times.

Unknown: C’mon, don’t be like that. I have fun with the games we play. But I want to try something different tonight.

(Y/N): Like what?

Unknown: Like how I can see what you’re wearing and can’t help but wonder if you put all of that on just for me

You felt your face go a bright red, looking around and grabbing the hem over your robe, moving it over, attempting to cover up your body.

Unknown: There’s no use in covering it up now, I’ve already seen everything and it’s gotten me so hard

Looking at the text, you blinked a few times, making sure this was real. Maybe it was just some weird sex dream. You pinched yourself. Nope. This was real. The feared serial killer of Roseville was sexting you.

Unknown: You look so cute like that, all surprised and scared, it makes me want to cut you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.

Unknown: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Your mouth went dry as you tried to think of something to text him back with, your body running hot with arousal. You can’t believe this is turning you on. It really shouldn’t be.

Unknown: There’s no need to be so shy, (y/n). You know we can be honest with each other.

(Y/N): Yes I would

Unknown: Good girl

Unknown: My cock is just throbbing thinking about how nice and tight you would be, how good you would squeeze me, how I’d love to fill you up with my cum. And you’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you, baby?

(Y/N): Fuck yes

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling how drenched you were getting, a silent moan leaving your lips, not even realizing he was paying attention to every little detail.

Unknown: Shit, that was so hot. I’m really turning you on, aren’t I?

Unknown: You want to touch yourself don’t you? Want to get off on the dirty things I’m telling you? Well you can’t. Not unless you beg for it like a good girl.

You would object, but you knew you were too far in to stop yourself. It had been quite a long time since you had done something like this, and a part of you felt desperate. So, you did it. You begged.

(Y/N): Please, Ghostface. Please let me touch myself.

Unknown: Good. Go ahead, but take off that robe. You won’t be needing it.

Moving your arm out, you shrugged the robe off your shoulders, spreading your legs ever so slightly. Might as well give him a show.

You ran your hand down your stomach, moving it down to your hips, and then your thigh, while your other hand stayed high on your chest, running your finger over your clothed nipple. After a moment or two, you dipped your finger under the fabric, running it up and down your drenched slit. You played with your clit, leaning back and moaning softly.

Unknown: Fuck, I just want to run my knife all over the curves of your body

Unknown: Put two fingers in

You did as told, pushing two fingers into your opening, thrusting them in slowly. You didn’t even notice the distant flash of a camera recording you peeking out from behind your window.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip and arching your back, as you began to pick up the pace. The sound of your phone chiming managed to make you open your eyes, and snap out of your little fantasy, looking down at your phone.

Unknown: You look so fucking hot right now, I want to come in there and ruin you

(Y/N): Why don’t you?

Unknown: It’s tempting, but I need to do one thing first.

Unknown Number is calling…

You picked up, slowing your fingers. “Why’d you- why’d you stop?” He questioned between groans, his voice strained. So he was touching himself too.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to-”

“Keep on going. Don’t stop. Add a finger.” He instructed.

An image of Ghostface stroking himself popped into your mind, making you pick up the pace. A string of mewls and whimpers left your mouth as you went even faster, feeling yourself grow close.

“You sound- shit, so nice babe. Makes me want to- even more-”

“Fuck, I’m g-going to- ah” Your body froze up, feeling yourself clench around your fingers.

It seemed like he was close too, considering how much he was panting, low groans and grunts. There was a brief silence on the other line, and you wondered if he hung up on you. But then, he spoke. “I’m coming in.”

He ended the call and you felt your heart leap in excitement, calming down from your high, and preparing for him to come in. You looked from the window to the door, wondering where he’d be entering.

A few minutes went by, and he still hadn’t shown up. A part of you wondered if this was some sort of sick game to humiliate you. If he was just going to leave you all alone.

“Miss me?” A familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Jesus don’t scare me like that.” You muttered, turning to face him.

“Why so grumpy? Is it because I kept you waiting? So impatient, so needy. I love it.” He grasped your chin, tilting your head and making you look up at him. He ran a gloved finger over your lips, tracing your cupid’s bow.

You felt your body grow hot at the contact, your thighs clenching together. He noticed, moving his hand away to finally give you what you so desperately craved. Grabbing your shoulders, he pushed you down on the bed, straddling you.

Slowly, he ran his knife over your skin, tracing it from your throat, down to your collar bones, and to your chest. It seemed he was being merciful tonight, because you could barely feel the blade against your skin, only a light tickle.

Moving his weapon to the middle of your chest, Ghostface sliced open your brassiere, splitting it in half and revealing your breasts. Well, there went your good underwear.

He ran his finger over your nipple, watching it harden under his touch, pinching it softly. The killer studied your expressions closely, taking in every single detail. The way your lips parted slightly, the way your cheeks heated up, and the way your eyebrows knitted together. God, you were so adorable.

Ghostface shifted his attention to your panties, cutting them off on the side, and pulling them down to your ankles slowly. He moved his hand back up to your opening, running his finger up your wet slit, feeling how soaked it was.

“So wet, all for me? I must’ve really left you waiting. Guess I better get to it then, huh?” His voice was smug, low, and full of mischief. You knew he was playing with you.

He rutted against his hips against you, making you whimper slightly. You knew he wouldn’t do anything, until you said it. “Please, fuck me, Ghostface.”

“Danny.”

You felt your eyes widen at his words. “What?”

“Call me Danny.” In all the time that you had known him, you never got a name out of him. But he was telling you it now. Why? Why was he doing this?

You were too busy processing what just happened to notice the sound of his buckle clicking, and his knife dropping onto the floor, while he was now holding his phone instead. The flash of a camera burned into your eyes, making you look up at him and snap out of your thoughts.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, squinting at the light and covering your eyes with one hand trying to hide the glare.

“Makin a little movie.” He grabbed your hands with his free one, moving them from your face and pinning them above your head. “And you’re the star. Aren’t you excited?”

“I- shit-” Before you could even respond to what he was saying, you felt his cock press up against your soaked folds.

He moved his camera down to your breasts, watching your chest heave, before moving it back up to your face. “Now what’s the magic word? C’mon, you know what to say. You’ve been saying it all night.”

“Please, Danny.” You begged, bucking your hips up against his hardened member. “Please what?”

“Please just fuck me.” You rolled your head against the pillow. He was driving you crazy at this point with how much he was teasing you and making you beg.

Finally, he gave you what you had grown desperate for, entering you with a rough thrust. It was painful at first, the killer not showing any mercy, but you forced yourself to grow used to it.

You moaned out, the feeling of fulfillment overcoming your already sensitive hole. You arched your back, grabbing onto his forearm, digging your nails into his muscle under his robe.

Tears began to stream down your face as you babbled, incoherent words slipping from your lips. It was too good, and you couldn’t think of something, anything, to say to describe it. He was fucking you stupid.

He zoomed in on your tears, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Damn, baby. Is it really that good? Do you love getting fucked by my cock that much?”

You didn’t speak, not even sure if you could. He pinched your nipple, making you yelp. “Y-yes! Its- it’s so g-good.”

Danny moved his free hand to your clit, thrusting even deeper, until he hit just at the right spot. You cried out, clenching around him. Moaning out for him to please never stop, to keep going.

“Oh baby, you think I could stop? Not with the way you’re clenching around and calling out my name, begging for- shit.” He grunted, feeling your walls begin to massage him, you were getting close. And so was he.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder, pulling his mask up his face, and biting down, breaking your skin and drawing your blood, his movements growing even harsher. While you dug your nails into his back, reaching your orgasm, Danny not too far behind.

The half-masked killer wiped the blood from his lips, grinning down at you. “There, I marked you as mine. You’re my little slut, got it? Say it.”

You nodded, eyes still shut, your mouth open with only moans and gasps escaping. You forced yourself to speak, voice all hoarse and raw. “I’m your slut, Ghostface- Danny- whatever, I’m all yours.”

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck-” His thrusts grew sloppy, and he rubbed at your clit even harder, making you climax once again with him. He pulled out, releasing on your stomach, and ending the video.

He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, before readjusting his mask, cleaning himself off, and fixing his clothes up. All the while you laid there, nude, panting, and coming down from the intense high you just had. You felt another flash blind your eyes, and the sound of a camera clicking, knowing he just took another picture.

Moving aside your curtains and blinds, Ghostface unlocked your window, pulling it up and stepping through. “This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime. See you soon.”

[louiseleblancdiggory]

Speedy one night stand

Ok, so this is an old scene that i never posted because I never thought it was good enough, but since I wanted to post smth before ‘Tis the Damn Season, here it goes! I’m sorry for any typos, it’s 3 am and I don’t have the patience to proof read rn. There are mentions of a car accident but I swear it is not a sad or angsty scene. It’s bad and not at all a believable situation, but I hope it’s ok enough to be mildly enjoyable!

Aelin was having a spectacular day.

She had woken up around six, laying near the hottest man to ever walk on this Earth. In the previous night, she had drank enough to practically guarantee her a bitch hangover, but apparently her beautiful, silver-haired stranger had fucked it right out of her. A few times.

Not so proudly, Aelin sneaked out of his house without making a single sound. Maybe she should have stayed, maybe asked for his name. But she was also almost sure she had given him her number yesterday, and so if he wanted to continue things, he could call her. If not… Well, it had been a fun night.

Understatement of the fucking century.

And thanks to her stranger, once she got home, Aelin felt energized and inspired enough to finally give the painting a try.

The painting had become Aelin’s nightmare for the past year and a half. She had the idea, had the ability, but didn’t know how to do it, how to tackle it. She tried a few times every few days, and left the room hating it more and more. The painting started to be a mock to her abilities— she would finish other works, beautiful works, and yet the messy canvas would always stare at her from the corner of the room.

Aelin was mainly a sculptor, not a painter, and so she didn’t even know why it bothered her so much but it did. Oh, it most certainly did.

For the past eighteen months, staring at that taunting canvas was like staring at yourself on the mirror for too long. The vision started to blur, and it didn’t look real, evoked a deep panic.

For the past eighteen months, Aelin hated that fucking painting.

And yet, when she got home earlier, all she could think is that she might be able to finish it. The painting was supposed to be of Oakwald, a beautiful forest that extended for the whole expanse of the west of Terrasen. She hadn’t been at home for so long now, and all she wanted was a painting of how she remembered the forest to be. She wanted to capture its light, its life. She wanted it to look exactly how it was in her memory, but the colors never seemed right. Her fondness of the memory was becoming stained with that stupid canvas.

All she needed was the right palette.

And he had walked in a bar and sat by her side yesterday.

Her stranger was the literal embodiment of her memory, so much so that for a split second, Aelin had thought she had gone officially insane. His silver-grey hair was the exact shade of the sky on the cloudy mornings when she and her dad would go for a walk. Eyes a combination of a few shades of green and small specks of brown that reminded her of how the trees were. His demeanor was cold, and yet Aelin found him somehow so welcoming— just like she felt back at Oakwald, back home.

Her stranger had given her the thing she had needed for the past eighteen months, even if he hadn’t given her even his name.

Aelin was staring proudly at the now finished painting when the phone rang. She was glad her roommate wasn’t at home to witness her staring at the painting for that long like a crazy person, and honestly hoped it was Lysandra calling to ask if she wanted to go out and grab something to eat.

Or maybe it’s your stranger.

Aelin forced herself to shove every single spark of hope down until they were nothing more than cinders. To be honest, Aelin knew that she probably wouldn’t get a call from him. It was his first day in town, they both had been drunk, and, even though the sex had been great, her stranger didn’t seem like the dating type.

At least not the dating type with a woman who left his house unannounced at six in the morning after leaving him with no note other than her number that could potentially be wrong since said woman was already tipsy when she gave it to him.

A fucking shame.

“Hey.” Aelin said, putting the phone to her ear as she looked for her car keys. She wanted to be in the elevator by the time the word “eat” left Lys’s mouth.

“Is this Aelin?” A female voice she had never heard in her life asked, uncertainty and hesitation lacing every word.

Aelin withdrew the phone from her ear and looked at the unknown number.

Aelin rarely gave her phone number to strangers, and lately it had only been to…

Oh fucking shit.

He had a girlfriend?

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Hum, yes?” Aelin sounded as uncertain as the girl. “I’m sorry, but who is this?”

Maybe it wasn’t what she thought. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe—

“Do you know a Rowan?”

Well.

“Maybe?” Aelin wanted to bang her head against a wall. Almost seven months without touching a guy, and the first one in her way back to the land of the social people had a girlfriend. At least she knew his name now. Rowan seemed fitting, matched his appearance somehow. “Silver hair, green eyes, looks really pissed even when he’s sleeping?”

Please say no.

“Oh, yes.” The woman said, sounding… relieved? “I’m doctor Towers, and—“

“Doctor?” Aelin blurted out, all anger and nervousness being substituted for confusion. “Doctor?”

“Yes. Well, actually an intern since I’m still halfway through my first year here and—“

“I swear I mean no offense, but I am a little confused.” Aelin interrupted her after she started mumbling. “You’re Rowan’s girlfriend?”

“No!” The woman shouted loud enough that Aelin had to take the phone from her ear. “Gods, no. I thought you were his girlfriend.”

A moment of silence passed through the two women.

“What the fuck?” Was everything Aelin managed to say. She cleared her throat, mind trying to catch up with what was happening. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re the only contact on his phone.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“I am.”

“You are.”

“I— Why are you calling me?” Aelin shook her head, her grip on her keys strong enough that started to be painful. She didn’t know if this was some type of joke her friends were pulling on her, or if Rowan was just some sick asshole that was fucking with her now that he had her number but she sure as hell wasn’t enjoying the experience.

“Well, you see.” She cleared her throat, voice tone becoming more serious, more professional. “Rowan was admitted into the Torre’s hospital a few hours ago. He was involved in an accident, and all the emergency contacts we could find are not in town as of now. I know it is not protocol, and I’m breaking so many rules here, but I went through his phone to see if I could find a contact of someone who was around. We didn’t know if his injuries were serious or not, but…”

Doctor Towers didn’t finish the sentence, and dread mixing with some type of anxiety started rolling inside Aelin’s stomach. “But?”

She didn’t respond the question, instead changing the subject. “You’re the only contact, Miss Aelin.”

Aelin slowly sat down, the dead silence of the apartment mixing with the expectant silence from Doctor Towers. She didn’t know the guy, didn’t even know his name until two minutes ago, and yet the image of the painting in the other room kept flashing in her mind, the colors in the canvas mixing with the colors she saw on his face. “I— Is he alive?”

“Yes, yes. He’s in surgery, I believe.” The initial apprehension came back to the woman’s voice. “I don’t know, actually. Again, just an intern. People don’t tell me much here.”

“And I suppose hiding somewhere after stealing a patient’s phone isn’t the best way to pick up on any information they might be sharing in the halls right now.” Aelin said, some amusement for the girl showing through her voice. “Where are you? Storage room?”

“Coma patient room.” Doctor Towers laughed nervously. “I thought I was helping.”

“It’s fine.” Aelin said even though she didn’t feel it.

The line went silent once more, and after a minute, Aelin said. “Well, bye, I guess.”

“Wait.” The doctor’s apprehensive voice sounded again. “Couldn’t you… Can you still come? Even if you’re just his friend?”

Aelin sat frozen on her chair. “I’m not his friend.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “Ok. Sorry. Have a great night, Miss Aelin.”

Before Aelin could respond, the call was ended.

—————

The first thing Rowan noticed when he opened his eyes was that he was not at the rented apartment he and the rest of his friends had gotten for the summer.

The lights were too white and too artificial, the bed too uncomfortable to be the same one he had slept the previous night.

And there was also the fact it felt as if he had been thrown from the top of a building, broken every single bone in the impact and, somehow, survived.

He tried opening his eyes a little bit more and acute pain shot to his brain.

Unfortunately. Unfortunately survived.

Shit, maybe he was in hell.

“I don’t know if the struggle is amusing or pathetic.” A low and sultry voice sounded from the left corner of the room. “Maybe try not staring directly into the light and then try opening your eyes.”

Rowan turned his head to where the soft voice had come from, pain burning his neck with the movement but he found himself incapable of not looking at her direction. But the woman was right, and Rowan managed to open his eyes enough to see her seating in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs, legs crossed in front of her and fingers laced on top of her stomach.

Rowan mentally scratched his last thought. If he had actually died, that certainly was tilting a lot more towards heaven than hell even with the killing pain.

“Fuck, I think I died.” Rowan blurted out.

“I’ll pretend you just compared me to an angel, not to the devil.” She said, getting up and walking in his direction. Despite her hurt tone, she was smiling as she approached his bed. “It’s the least you could do after you ruined my perfectly perfect day. I was having a blast, you know?”

Hell, heaven, or Earth— it honestly didn’t fucking matter because the pain was the same, but her voice seemed to soothe his muscled, make the pain secondary to the pleasure of listening to her voice.

“Yeah?” Rowan rasped out, hoping she would continue talking.

“Oh, yeah.” She sat by the edge of the bed, straightening his sheets. The light wasn’t so blinding anymore, and he could see every detail on her face.

Heaven. Definitely heaven.

“I’m an artist, you know. Sculptor mostly, but I’m a decent painter. There’s this painting I’ve been trying to get done for over a year now, and today I did not only make progress I liked, but I also finished it. I thought today was going to be a terrible day, you know? Yesterday I found out my flight back home had been canceled and I would only be able to get another one by the end of summer, so I went to a bar and planned on getting drunk. Today was a day for tears and hangovers.”

“But?” Rowan asked automatically, all too focused on the woman sitting next to him.

She smiled, raising a hand to brush his hair from his face, fingers intertwining with the shoulder-length knots he most certainly had after whatever it was that had happened. She seemed too focused on her hand gently undoing the knots, but thankfully kept talking. “But I met this guy, you know? Definitely not from here, accent gave it away immediately. Also not from where I am from. Just that made him interesting enough. And,” she turned her eyes to him, eyes glinting with mischief. “Very, very fucking hot. That definitely made him even more interesting.”

“What a guy.” Rowan could feel some of the life coming back to his body, and even managed to weakly match the grin she had on her face.

“Oh, yes, what a guy. Fucked the hangover and artistic block right out of me. A hero, if you will.” Her grin extended into a smile, and she shook her head. “So imagine how ruined my day was when I got a call saying my amazing bar guy had been in a car accident.”

Rowan let out a broken laugh, his ribs screaming in pain when he did so. “So irresponsible of him.”

She assented solemnly. “And there I was, hoping he would have called me to go out on a date. I’m not picky but hospital is a huge downgrade from mind blowing sex in his expensive apartment.”

Rowan laughed again, not even caring about the pain.  “I’m sure the guy would have asked you if you hand’t left the expensive apartment at the crackass of dawn without telling him.”

“And instead of calling he let his car be smashed by a fucking truck to get my attention? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Maybe I didn’t dodge a bullet with this idiot.”

Rowan’s lips were taken by a grin. “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

“Next time try something a little less dramatic.” She said, eyes narrowing but Rowan could see how she was trying to contain a smile.

“The girl really seemed into dramatics tho. Gave it away last night when she—“

“Since I didn’t know your name until your doctor called me, Rowan, I’ll save you the embarrassment of asking mine.” She interrupted him, slender fingers going from his hair to the top of his lips. “I’m Aelin.”

“Aelin.” He said against the finger sushing him. “May I ask how you got here?”

She blushed a little, taking the finger from his mouth and straightening her spine. “I was the only contact in your list. They called me.”

“Lost my phone in the airport yesterday and had to buy a new one. Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, small nose frowning. “You’re very talkative for someone who could barely open his eyes a few minutes ago.”

“Am I?” Rowan said, hoping to push some of her buttons. Consciousness had been coming back slowly, and Rowan certainly remembered every single detail. Remembered being pissed by losing his phone, impatient because he would have to wait two more days for his friends to arrive.

Remembered all the pissy and impatience leaving his body once he sat on the bar by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had been quick-mouthed, with no filter, and absolutely hypnotizing. She wasn’t just fucking beautiful, but also funny, smart, and had the ability to make him forget every single thing that was making him irritated.

And the rest of the night… It was a shame Rowan was bedridden, he certainly wouldn’t mind reenacting last night again.

And again. And again.

And again.

Rowan had wondered earlier if she had been that amazing because he was drunk. The answer was obviously no.

Aelin pursed her lips, red coloring her cheeks. She cleared her throat, rolling her eyes. “The doctor guilty tripped me.”

“Yeah?” Rowan knew he was smiling like an idiot.

“She said you were in surgery and she didn’t know how serious.” Aelin finally looked him straight in the eyes, and Rowan noticed how beautiful hers were. “No one deserves to have no one in this situation. She said your friends were out of town, and the girl sounded desperate enough that it sounded as if you were fucking died. Again, no one deserves to die alone. Specially someone this good in bed.”

It took Rowan a second to understand everything she had just said. When the last sentence finally registered on his brain, Rowan laughed. Aelin shook her head, a small smile appearing again.

“Also, you’re the first guy I slept with in seven months. Letting you die alone seemed like bad luck.”

“I am honored you put so much consideration into coming to stay with me.”

“Shut it.”

“If it makes you feel less embarrassed—“

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“I would have come too. Make sure my best fuck wasn’t dead.”

“Awn, best fuck? You’ll make me tear up like this, Ro. So romantic.” Aelin pretended to clean fake tears the moment the doctor in darker scrubs and a few on lighter ones entered the room.

“Good to see you awake, Mr Whitethorn.” The man smiled at him, checking his charts. “It’s always good to see wives crying of happiness rather than sadness around here.”

“Of course.” Rowan agreed, turning to Aelin and raising an eyebrow.

“They wouldn’t let me stay if I wasn’t family.” She whispered low enough so that only Rowan would hear. Her face slowly broke into a grin, and she winked at him before turning to the doctor. “So he’ll be fine, right, doctor?”

Rowan had to bite his cheeks from laughing at how obviously fake she sounded, but no one other than him noticed. “Yes, yes. Other than a fracture to his right wrist, your husband is completely fine. Some bruising and soreness that painkillers can help, but nothing major. You two are free to enjoy your vacations when he’s discharged tomorrow.”

“Oh, great.” Rowan said, nodding seriously. “My wife here has just informed me that a hospital is no adequate place for a first date.”

All the people in the room laughed, thinking Rowan meant their first date in Antica.

Not their first date ever.

“I’ll leave you two. Anything you need, ask a nurse and they will page me.” The doctor in darker scrubs said, leaving the room with all the ones in lighter scrubs following.

“Where do you live?” Rowan asked the moment the doctor was out.

Aelin turned to him, fingers going back to his silver hair. “Have been living here for the past two years in an art internship. Going back to Orynth, Terrasen by the end of the summer.” She curled a strand around her finger before looking to his face. “You?”

“Have been and will continue to be a very happy resident of Orynth.” Rowan said, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Definitely happier after the summer.”

“Haven’t even asked me out and you’re already thinking about the end of the summer.” Aelin shook her head and clicked her tongue even though she was smiling. “No surprise you got into a car accident, so speedy.”

His smirk grew into a smile. “My dear wife, would you like to go on a date with me?”

She narrowed her eyes, taking her sweet, sweet time to answer. “I’ll think about it.”

“And, seeing how the doctor talked about all my grave injuries—“

“Grave.” She snorted.

“Do I get kisses to feel better?” Rowan’s tone was full of mockery and some laughter.

“If I kiss every place you’re hurting after being hit by a fucking truck, I think we’d be here for a long while.”

“You didn’t complain yesterday.”

Aelin half laughed, half snorted. Rolling her eyes, she bent forward, and even though she was trying very hard not to, Rowan could see the start of a smile just before she pressed her lips against his. They were sweeter and softer than he remembered, and despite the pain on his arms and specially on his right wrist, Rowan raised his hands and put them in her golden strawberry hair.

“One more thing.” He said against her mouth.

“Has anyone ever told you that you ask for too much?” Aelin said impatiently.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get—“

“You don’t say!” Aelin said, voice dripping with so much fake surprise Rowan couldn’t stop but smirk up at her.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get,” he repeated forcefully, eyes narrowing at her as her smile widened. “Tomorrow, when my friends arrive.”

“Yes?”

“Can you please still pretend you’re my wife?”

Aelin stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a full, lovely laugh. The bed shook with her laughter, and Rowan joined her— a little weakly due to the pain, but joined her nonetheless. She bent down to kiss him again, nodding as she did so. “Of course. What type of person would I be if I didn’t help such injured person find some happiness in their lives?”

Rowan kissed her back, fingers playing with her hair. “So this means you’ll go out with me?”

“We’ll see.”

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[hangovercurse]

Stay With You ii

You get the call after Rook’s accident and go to the hospital to take care of him.

Requests: “ Could you maybe write another Rook story about where you get the call after his accident that he’s in the hospital and just always staying there with him and when his dad shows up he sees you leaning on the bed sleeping holding Rooks hand or something and he knows you’ll take care of him? I just really love Rook “ “ I was wondering if you know what happened to rook and if you could write something cute like taking care of him after being worried at first about him. I had a mental breakdown when we got the news I'm hoping he gets well soon “

JP “Rook” Cappelletty X Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of the accident (violence, broken bones, etc.), angst

A/N: I needed something happy to come out of this situation so... I wrote it.

Word Count: 2372

part i

You woke up a few hours later to Rook moving under you, your eyes finding his instantly. “Hey baby, how are you feeling?” You asked as you sat up, a smile on your face as you saw that the bruising on his face was fading. He had clearly just woken up as well, sleep still in his eyes.

“Better, I think. Awake.” You nodded, moving the pillow from his lap.

“Your dad’s here.” You said softly, nodding your head towards the man who was sleeping in the chair against the wall. You giggled at the sight and Rook let out a chuckle.

“I’m hungry” He whined and you frowned, remembering what the anesthesiologist told you about no food 8 hours before surgery. He was scheduled to go in at 10 am, and it was currently 5 am.

“I’m sorry, babe. The doctor said no food until after the surgery. I can see if they’ll let you eat jello if you want.” He frowned and you reached up to rub his face. You could tell this was going to be a long 8 weeks.

Truth be told, Rook was a baby when he got sick. He would lay in bed and whine until you agreed to cuddle with him. And if he wanted something, he would pout until he got it. But you kind of loved it. “I’ll be right back.” You whispered, standing up to go find a nurse.

He smiled at you, “can you hand me my phone?” He asked. You moved to the other side of his bed where his phone lay on a table and handed it to him. “I’m gonna see if Colson’s still up.”

You nodded, happy that the two boys were so close. You put your mask on and left the room, flagging down one of the nurses working the night shift.

When you got back into the room with 2 cups of lemon-flavored jello, Johnny was up and the father and son were having a light conversation. You set the cups on the tray and moved it so it was in front of Rook. He tried to raise his hands but you could tell he was struggling. He let out a sigh and looked at you, embarrassment in his eyes.

You smiled lightly, trying not to giggle at his helplessness. “Do you want me to help you?” You asked and he gave a nod, pouting. You adjusted his bed so he was sitting up fully.

“Can you sit next to me?” Johnny let out a laugh as you rolled your eyes a little bit.

Rook tried to shift over in the bed, but you could tell it was hurting him. “Baby stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” You sighed.

“I want you to sit on the bed with me.”

You looked at his dad, an exasperated look in your eyes. He just chuckled and turned back to his phone. “I don’t want to hurt you.” You frowned, taking notice of the fact that there was very little room on the bed to begin with.

He squinted his eyes at you, still pouting. “You won’t hurt me.” You raised your eyebrow and moved to sit halfway on the bed, your right thigh resting on the mattress but the majority of your weight still on your left foot on the ground. “Not good enough.”

You rolled your eyes, scooting closer so that your back was against the back of the bed, turned on your side. He smiled, reaching his arm up slowly to try and wrap it around your shoulders. You glared at him, but he shot you a “My hand is broken, not my arm.”

You sighed, sitting up and leaning onto his chest, where you knew he wanted you. You pulled your other leg onto the bed, careful not to put any pressure against his. You leaned up slightly, putting weight on your right hand as your left grabbed the jello cup beside the bed. He opened his mouth and you rolled your eyes. “I don’t like how much you’re enjoying this.”

You placed a small spoonful of the yellow food into his mouth, making him smile. “In a few years, its gonna be you in this bed and I’ll be feeding you jello.” You tilted your head at his words, furrowing your eyebrows. “Y’know, when you’re giving birth to our kid.”

You blushed, a smile making its way to your face. You knew JP wanted kids at some point, and you did too. But you guys had never really talked about it. And now he was bringing it up so casually. Before you could respond, the door opened, and in walked Colson with a backpack full of what he called “everything Rook will ever need,” which you assumed to mean weed and tequila.

Rook smiled, “Yo, dude, what’s up?” Colson threw the bag onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed from you.

“How are you, man?” Colson asked, throwing himself onto the chair next to it.

Rook shrugged, “I’ve been better.” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes, a small giggle coming from you. “Y/N’s feeding me, so it’s not too bad.”

His dad spoke up, “You’re forcing Y/N to feed you jello, you mean?” You laughed at that as Rook’s shoulders fell. “Nice to see you, Kelly.”

“You too, Johnny. I like the new hair.” Colson smiled at the older man, who thanked him. “So, what did the doctors say?”

Rook gave him the rundown, one surgery today, Wednesday, and another on Friday. Casts on his hands for 6 weeks and on his legs for longer. The four of you spoke for a while afterwards and then Colson pulled out a game of connect four (which you raised your eyebrows at but Rook seemed excited about it).

Eventually the Anesthesiologist, Dr. Stenson, came in with a few nurses to take Rook to surgery. You had to climb off the bed, much to Rook’s dismay. “I can’t go into surgery with you, dummy.” But part of you wished you could stay with him because you did not like the way those nurses were looking at him. Colson noticed your distaste and chuckled, causing you to send him a glare.

“He’s going to be very drowsy when he comes back once the anesthesia wears off.” Dr. Stenson said, and you smiled at the thought of Rook on anesthesia, which he claimed would be “just like being high.” Dr. Stenson shook his head at that.

Before he was wheeled out of the room on his bed, he made grabby hands at you as best as he could. You leaned closer to him, pressing your lips against his quickly. “I love you, Y/N” He said, quietly. He didn’t mind anyone else hearing, but he wanted these words to be only for you.

“I love you too.” You said, just as quietly. He leaned back up to kiss you again, making you smile. You were starting to love helpless Rook; it was just endless attention and neediness.

The nurses took him off to surgery, leaving you, Johnny, and Colson alone in the room together. You collapsed onto the chair you had slept in, letting out a sigh as Colson chuckled at you. “Shut up.” You scrunched your nose at him, curling into the chair and bringing the pillow under your head.

“You guys are cute, what?” He asked, defensively, but the smile on his face was anything but.

You pouted, trying to push yourself further into the chair to find some comfort, but you knew your attempts to sleep were futile. You groaned, sitting up and throwing your head down towards your chest. “I’m so tired.” You mumbled, causing the two men to laugh.

“This is your life for the next 2 months.” Johnny chuckled. “If he doesn’t marry you after this then you need to leave his ass.”

You chuckled, the irony of his dad telling you that made it even funnier. “I can’t believe he still hasn’t proposed.” Colson shook his head in disappointment.  

A laugh fell from your mouth. “It’s funny how everyone is more impatient than I am for my own proposal.”

“I don’t understand how you’re so patient! I’ve barely been with Megan a whole year and I already wanna marry her.” Colson threw his head back against the back of his chair.

“I mean it’s not like I’m worried it’s not gonna happen. We were just talking about kids. He just doesn’t feel the rush, I guess. I don’t either, what’s the big deal with getting married anyways?”

Colson tilted his head at you, “It’s like, this huge proclamation of your love. Like you’re telling the whole world that you’re gonna love each other for the rest of your lives.”

You shrugged, looking down at your nails. “I mean, we don’t really need big proclamations. It’s in the little things. I love him, he loves me.”

You could feel both men’s eyes on yours and heat ran to your cheeks as you thought about the idea of a white dress. “But you do wanna get married, right?” Johnny asked and you smiled.

“Of course, I just don’t want to push him into something like that. He’ll ask when he’s ready.”

Colson shook his head as you looked back up, “He is one lucky motherfucker. Literally every other person would’ve kicked his ass by now.” You chuckled, not saying anything. “Wait you guys were talking about kids?”

You nodded, “right before you got here, actually.”

Colson furrowed his eyebrows, “I never saw him as the type, honestly.”

You smiled widely, “He brought it up.” Colson shrugged, a hum coming from his mouth. “I think it’d be kinda nice. I don’t know how it would work with him being on tour all the time, but that’s a discussion for another day.”

“I seriously can’t imagine Rook being a dad.”

“Can you imagine Rook getting married?” You giggled as Colson shook his head.

“Well I, for one, am looking forward to being a grandad, so hop on that.” Johnny said and you laughed. You spent the rest of the time while Rook was in surgery playing connect four and eating shitty hospital food, trying to keep your mind off the fact that Rook was in fucking surgery.

When he did get back, it was a sight to behold. The nurses wheeled him back into the room, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. “Y/NNN!” He slurred, “Look at my beautiful girlfriend.” He said to the nurses and you and Colson busted out laughing. “She’s so cool. She comes on tour with me sometimes, and we partyyy.” He made a dancing motion with his arms even though they his right was in a very large cast.

“Okay Rookie, the nurses are gonna leave now, okay?” You said, trying to hide your laughter. The nurses gave you a look of thanks and left the room after leaving you with a list of what he could and couldn’t do. Colson took his phone out and started recording, knowing that whatever Rook was gonna say next would be funny.

The surgery went well according to them, but the doctors would be in later when the medicine wore off to tell you more. “How are you feeling?” You asked, knowing he wouldn’t give a real answer.

“I feel greeeat. I’d feel better if my fiancé were laying with me right now, but other than that I am just fine.”

You cocked an eyebrow, an amused look on your face. “Your fiancé?”

“Yeahhhh.”

“When did you propose?” You giggled, looking over to his dad and Colson who were both cracking up.

A look of realization crossed Rook’s face, “Oh shit, I forgot that step, didn’t I?” You nodded, “Do you wanna get married?” You bent over in laughter at his innocent expression. He pouted at you, whining. “Why are you laughing I’m asking you to marry me?”

You tried to speak through your laughs, “I’m sorry babe.” You took a deep breath in, “I’m not laughing at you.”

“So, you don’t wanna get married?” He asked, getting very upset.

“I do, baby. I do. But you gotta get a ring.”

“Oh yeaaaah.” He looked over at Colson. “Colson, where’s the ring?” Your head snapped to Colson, whose face went red.

“Dude you didn’t get a ring.” He tried to cover it up but you could tell he was lying.

Your eyes went wide and your mouth hung open. “Yes I did, I told you to bring the ring with you when you came.” He whined.

You giggled, hand going to your mouth. “Oh wait.” He said, turning back to you. “I can’t ask you to marry me right now. I gotta get down on one knee and my legs are broken.”

Johnny had an amused look on his face when you looked over to him for help. “Okay, Rookie. I’ll forget that you proposed and then when your legs get better you can do it again, okay?”

He nodded, “But you’ll still say yes, right?”

“I’ll still say yes.” You smiled, eyes closing as you continued to laugh. “You should get some sleep, hun.” You moved his braids out of his face.

“I wanna cuddle.” He pouted.

“You just had surgery; I can’t give you cuddles.” You frowned as he looked sad.

“Why don’t you love me?”

“I do love you, Rookie. I just can’t cuddle you with your arm broken.” You could hear Colson wheezing from the opposite side of the bed. “Get some sleep and we can cuddle when you wake up.”

He groaned but leaned back into the bed anyways, slowly drifting off to sleep. You turned to Colson, eyes wide and face red. “You had a whole conversation about marriage while you had his ring in your bag?” You whisper screamed.

He raised his hands up in surrender, “I was just doing what I was told. I didn’t think he’d propose to you while he was high off his ass on anesthesia.” He chuckled.

Johnny chuckled, “at least you got it on video.” You sighed and rolled your eyes, putting your face in your hands.

“Congratulations!” Colson said, eyes swinging up in the air.

[kikis-writing-world]

Bug in the System

Summary: Reader has a complicated relationship with Nathan, living and working with him. They’ve always been nervous to bring up prescription medication, so shit hits the fan when they runs out and their mood plummets.

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader that struggles with mental health.

Word Count: 2k

Rating/Warnings: Mental health - depression and anxiety are expressly mentioned and reader is in a bad low. Talk of medication and ramifications of not taking them. Mention of doctors. Brief mention of sex. Worries of the stigma around mental health. Lots of swearing because it’s Nathan. Unedited/Betaed. it’s almost fluff in Nathan’s asshole way, there’s a happy ending.

A/N: I blame @foxilayde​ that I’m suddenly writing for Nathan... I hated him when I watched the movie and now here we are. Idk, this idea hit me last night while trying to fall asleep and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I had to write it.

You weren’t sure how to define the relationship you and Nathan had. He wasn’t your boyfriend - not only did that feel so juvenile, but also… he just wasn’t. There had never been a declaration of love between the two of you, no commitment to monogamy or even non-monogamy. The two of you lived together, worked together, slept together- it could almost be called a friends with benefits relationship, only… softer. You ate dinners together, danced around the house together, and cuddled together when watching movies. You also spent days, sometimes weeks at a time where you hardly spoke to each other when engrossed in a project. Did this form out of attraction, or emotion, or was it an inevitability when two adults - whose sexualities, attractions and availabilities lined up accordingly - lived together in isolation for an extended period of time? 

In summary: there was no easy way to define what was between the two of you, and you were happy there were no other humans around to ask. You didn’t feel the need to defend what you shared, but you had no desire to try to label it either.

Despite the friendly and casual nature of whatever the relationship was, there were still things that you had yet to admit to Nathan. The dwindling supply of medications tucked safely in a make-up bag inside the drawer of your bedside table felt like a ticking time bomb. You only had so many doses remaining and it wasn’t like you could walk down to the local pharmacy for a refill. Any supplies coming to the fortress of a home had to be called in, ordered, and helicoptered to you. There was no way to do it without Nathan finding out along the way.

You watched the pills slowly empty from their plastic bottles like a reverse hourglass. Despite the effects they had on your malfunctioning brain chemistry, they never quite tampered down the anxiety you had about opening up about your mental illness, let alone to someone like Nathan.

Nathan worked hard and played harder. He strove to be the best him he could be at all times. He accepted nothing less than perfection and no matter what the relationship between you two could be defined as -coworkers, employer/employee, friends, friends with benefits, lovers -  you didn’t want to disappoint him.

You avoided and avoided until inevitably, the last pill came out of the last bottle. It only got worse from there. Without the anxieties in check and the chemicals being balanced, the insecurity flared even worse. Your inner voice told you that you deserved the unhappiness flowing through you, that you should just stay in bed and give up since Nathan would kick you out of the house soon enough: he’d either get tired of your low mood, your falling productivity, or he’d discover your secret and be done with you.

He noticed. Of course he did. You stopped dancing, stopped cuddling, stopped fucking. Then you stopped eating, stopped talking, stopped leaving your room. You felt like you couldn’t get out of bed at all. You spent your time sleeping or curled up under your blankets in the dark room wishing you could sleep more. That or just disappear.

That was where Nathan found you, a month and a half after you’d run out of your meds.

“What the fuck is going on with you?” He barged into your room one morning… afternoon… you had no idea what time it was.

Nathan turned the light on and you could hear him pacing. “Are you sick? Do I need to call in a doctor? Are you even alive under there?! Hello?!”

You sighed, forcing yourself to sit up and prove you were alive, awake, and hearing him. The blankets dropped to your waist, revealing what you were sure was an absolute mess of a human. You knew what you looked like the last time you’d been brave enough to look in the mirror and you were sure it was even worse now.

Nathan cursed and you swear he nearly recoiled at the sight of you. “Are you in here dying on me or something?” He questioned. 

You weren’t sure how to answer, what you could possibly say to him.

“Hello?!” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Is anybody in there?!”

You blinked as he crowded you, hysterics growing as you seemingly ignored him. You could tell he was close to grabbing you and shaking you, and you didn’t know if your body could handle that. As it was, your muscles had protested sitting up. Instead, you leaned over and opened your drawer, taking out the zippered make-up bag.

You tossed the pouch at him, hearing all the plastic bottles click together as it landed at his feet. He bent down to pick it up, opening it carefully like he thought some sort of creature might jump out at him. His brows furrowed when he saw the bottles inside and dumped them out onto the mattress.

“Are these all empty? Fuck did you take these?” He questioned, panic rising in his voice. “Are you trying to OD on me or something? Shit.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, about to call for help.

“No.” You croaked. “Well, yeah. I took them… but… they’re my meds.” You gave in. “I’ve been taking them since I got here. I[was taking until they ran out.”

Nathan looked down at the bottles, picking one up as he read the label. “What are they for?”

“Depression mostly. Anxiety.” You shrugged, listing the simple ones.

Nathan was quiet as he read the bottles. You had no idea if he knew what any of them meant. It’s not like the labels read “Take one daily to stop the crazies!” The names, the dosages, the frequencies meant nothing to someone with no experience… but then again, Nathan wasn’t just anyone.

“How long?” He sighed, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

You would have deflated if you didn’t already feel as low as you could go. Having assumed the worst, you weren’t surprised he couldn’t look at you.

“I was diagnosed in junior year-”

“No, I mean how long have you been without your meds?” He interrupted you, turning to stare  you down.

“A month.” You shrugged. “Almost two.”

“For fucks sakes.” He grumbled, turning to his phone again and typing away.

“I’ll pack my shit. Just, give me a few days and I’ll go.” You mumbled, laying down on your side and facing away from him. You didn’t want to watch him posting for a new assistant or scheduling the pick-up or whatever he was doing. You’d wallow for a bit, probably take a nap, and then you’d pack anything here that was important. Fuck the rest. You didn’t have the energy. You didn’t care.

“The fuck are you talking about?” He asked distractedly, like he hadn’t heard you as his cogs of his brain jumped to life. He did that a lot when he was preoccupied. He would hear your voice, realize you’re talking, but not absorb the words. Sometimes he needed to ask 3 or 4 times until you gave up and texted him instead.

“I’m bringing in a doctor. You need to get checked out before you start back up on anything. You’re not supposed to go off of these without supervision. Says so right here. Black and white.” He chastised you.

You frowned, looking over your shoulder in confusion. You saw him still typing away on his phone, holding one of the empty, orange-tinted bottles in his hand. He set it down, picking up another. He took a picture, looking over the label quickly for himself before setting it back down.

“What are you doing?”

“Sending him the labels so he knows what he’s walking into. Why the fuck would you just stop taking your meds?” He sniped. “Why didn’t you get more? I fucking ask you if you need shit and you just conveniently forget your pills?”

You picked at a thread of the blanket, not wanting to watch him as he grew angrier with you. As soon as you were in good health and his conscience was clear, he’d be rid of you. You were sure of it. It was more than you’d expected to be honest.

You heard the quiet noise from his phone, indicating the email had been sent. That meant his attention wasn’t divided as he rounded back on you.

“Why won’t you answer me? It’s like fucking talking to a wall or something. If I wanted one-sided conversations, I never would have brought you up here. Why didn’t you get more?!”

You took a shuddering breath before answering. “I didn’t want you to know.”

“Know what? That you take medication?” He scoffed in disbelief.

The room was quiet as you didn’t answer, but you could practically hear his brain processing, whirring like a computer with a squeaky exhaust fan.

“Hey, look at me.” He ordered, his voice dropping in volume to a kinder tone, but it was still not a request. It was a demand. You sat up again, looking at him stare at you with dark, angry eyes.

“When a program isn’t working, do you throw away the whole CPU or do you debug it and fucking find the fix?” He asked. You didn’t answer, assuming it was rhetorical.

“Your software is fucked, and these,” he picked up one of the bottles to hold up between you two. “These are the fix. Why the fuck would you be embarassed about shit like that?”

You shrugged your shoulders, dropping your gaze again. “You’re…” you struggled to find the words, but Nathan jumped on your train of thought frighteningly quick.

“Me?! So it’s my fault? I eat brown rice and salad and work out every day so I’m some health nut hippy who wouldn’t understand, is that it?”

He was putting words into your mouth, but he was essentially getting the point. You were scared he would reject you, mock you, think less of you.

He crawled towards you on the bed, cupping your chin a little too tight as he lifted your face. He was clearly done having you look away from him. “I’m a fucking reclusive genius who lives in the middle of ass fuck nature and only lets people come and go with a goddamn keycard! Do you not think I’m self-aware enough to realize that? A fucking prodigy, multi-millionaire by 15, CEO of the most successful technology company in history. The President calls me and I hit ignore. Do you really think I’m not self-aware enough to know we all have our own brand of fucked up?” He laughed.

“If you need these to get through it, to be my little genius-” He released your jaw to cup your face in both hands, giving it a shake. “To keep up with my shit, to live here without losing your mind at the isolation, to be my dance partner and dinner partner and movie date - then fucking take them. Would I be having to tell you this if it was for your blood pressure or a heart condition or something?!”

His phone buzzed and he released his hold on you, leaning back to read the message that had just come through.

“Doc’s gonna be here tomorrow morning. Gotta keep you hydrated until then and you should try to eat.” He summed up the message as his eyes skimmed the screen. He tucked his phone back into his pocket before slapping your blanket-covered thigh. “What are we eating tonight? Your choice.”

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled.

“Not an option!” He declined as he stood off the bed. “What are we eating?”

You sighed, letting your head fall back as you thought. “Grilled cheese?”

“And tomato soup? Coming right up.” He leaned over to you, cupping the back of your head as he pulled you close enough to kiss the top of your head. “Rest. I’ll bring it in when it’s ready.”

Tagging: @wickedfrsgrl @din-damn-djarin @dinthisisthe-wayson @seasonschange-butpeopledont @kesskirata​ 

[lyukablau]

Kunikida helping his s/o who suffer from self harm.

TRIGGERS WARNING: cutting behavior, blood, slight angst and grammar errors.

Type: Scenarios, fluff and comfort.

A/N: Hi it's Lyuka! This is the second scenario I wrote, I hope it doing fine! Please make sure you see the warning first and avoid the triggers for your own safety! You have been warned.

Word count: 1.7k

Every morning you wake up, you keep wondering how come you are still alive, after all the trauma you have? How come he still stays by your side, even though you are broken inside?

Y/N woke up in an empty bed, cold bedroom, and silent house. You feel like the world has reached its end and now you are alone.

You miss him, again. Although you guys meet each other every day and a couple are you, you always feel like he is not by your side anymore.

Not good, you need to see him right now. But first, you have to clean your dried bloody wrist, you can’t let him see that.

You get out of bed, go to the bathroom and do your morning routine. You look at yourself in the mirror, eyes puffy, tired face and exhausted look. Maybe you should take a day off and sleep because last night you couldn’t. You consider that you should stay at home today, or ignore the pain and go to work like usual.

That’s it. You should rest and do your best tomorrow, you are not sure if you can work properly today.

Y/N go back to bed and shut the curtains, put the blanket on your body and close your eyes. Your wrist is still itching, and you don’t have the urge to place the band-aids on them, let say that you can’t, you want to but you can’t. All you must do right now is call the resident, told him that you feel sick and can’t go to the agency today.

When the resident told you to take care and allowed you to have a day off, you sigh in relief and close your eyes immediately, the long sleep is all you need after a rough battle with your mind last night.

“Y/N-chan couldn’t go to work today? Oh no! Then who would I commit double suicide with?”

“All you can think is just that?”

“Of course I’m curious too, maybe she caught a cold and has a high fever right now. Not good, I need to call her!”

“Stop right there you wasting-bandage machine. You have work, don’t you remember?”

“All right. I just want to remind you to check up on her, she’s your woman, right? Kunikida-kun”

“I know that much, so stop talking and do your work now, Dazai”

Dazai smiles and sits at his desk, puts on his headphones and leans his back on the chair.

Kunikida wondered why you didn’t call him, saying that you can’t go to the agency today. Maybe you are exhausted because of the fever and you forgot to do it, he will call you after this paperwork is done.

You woke up again, in the same bed, the same bedroom. It’s already time for lunch but you are too tired to get up and find something to eat, both physically and mentally. You opened your eyes and stared at the curtains, thinking about last night and the images of you cutting your wrist like it wasn’t a big deal. You have already gotten used to it for a long time.

A long time? When did it start? You have been in this state for how long? A month? A year? Or ten years? You don’t remember.

You get your heavy head up, tiredly go to the bathroom and again, you see yourself in the mirror.

“Stop looking at me”

You said toward the mirror, such a nonsense sentence. You keep staring at your own eyes reflected in the mirror, see how disgusting you have been and how much you fucked up. You can’t stand it anymore, you hit your knuckles to the wall next to you, strong and hard enough to make your hand bleed.

Again, it’s coming to you.

The feeling of not doing anything good, the feeling of failure and disappointment about yourself. You run out of the bathroom, rush to your desk in the bedroom and grab the paper knife and start cutting.

But the ringtone from your phone stops you after one deep cut.

It’s him.

You hesitated to pick up, but you feel helpless right now. You need him, for a very long time, you feel the need for someone to help you.

You pick up, the tear begins to fill your eyes and drop on the floor. Your chest feels heavy and hurt so much that you can’t answer his question.

“Y/N, are you okay? Answer me please”

“Doppo…”

“What’s wrong?”

The emotions are so strong that you can’t bear them, this is the first time you have such a feeling like this. Your heart is beating so fast that you can’t breathe properly. Before you could say something to him, the darkness covers your sight, and you can’t hear anything else.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

Kunikida was completely in panic and worry, he was sure that you collapsed during the call. Were you that tired? He calls Dazai, tells that man everything just happened and helps him to tell the resident that he has to go to Y/N place right now. Dazai seems to know everything and just says okay. Kunikida grabs his stuff and leaves the agency in a rush.

He ran to your house, remember that you have allowed him to keep a spare key to your front door. Kunikida cursed to himself when he struggled to open the door.

Kunikida dashes in to see the dark and cold room, your house always like this? He takes off his shoes and finds you laying on the bedroom floor, wrist bleeding and unmoved.

“Y/N!”

He holds you in his arm carefully, his eyes seek the instrument which damaged you and he sees the paper-knife. Kunikida’s eyes were wide open because he understood what just happened, that you didn’t have a fever.

Kunikida carries you to your living room, puts you on the couch and goes to the bathroom to grab a towel. His eyes caught the bloodstains on the wall next to the sink and it didn’t take so long for him to recognize where that had come from.

He drenches the towel and comes back to you laying on the couch, still unconscious. Kunikida kneels, grabs your left arm and starts washing the blood around the cut. After that, he goes to the first cabinet on the right side of the kitchen, takes out the first-aid kit, and now he knows why you tell him where the first-aid kit is and why you allowed him to have a spare key.

Kunikida was patching you up carefully and silently, he saw the other cut which had started to heal up slowly, he counted, its ten cuts in total.

So there were ten times you needed him but he wasn’t there.

Kunikida lifted his head when he saw you shifting. You open your eyes tiredly and almost jump out of the couch when you see him kneel next to you.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“What happened…?”

“You collapsed while we were on the call, so I came here to check on you”.

You are confused a bit and try to remember the time before you fainted, then you scare again.

Now Kunikida knows everything, you can’t hide it anymore. He will leave you, he will reject you and he will break up with you, and you will be alone again.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Am I not trustful enough?”

“Of course not! You are the person that the entire agency can trust, and so am I. I was so happy that a gentle and strong man like you is my boyfriend, but… If I tell you, I won’t be your ideal woman anymore”

The last sentence stabs Kunikida unemotionally, he didn’t think you would think that way. Both of you stay silent for a while until Kunikida wraps his arm around your shaking body, his face in the crook of your neck and hugs you tightly. You can tell that he is crying.

“Please don’t do that again. I love you so much to see you doing this to yourself, I can’t lose my ideal woman, I can’t lose you”

“How come? Now I’m completely a mess! Nobody in this damn world can love a person with mental illness, especially the idealist you are. I can’t ruin your life any further, I don’t want to hurt you because of my goddamn problems!”

Kunikida silent. He keeps hugging you and even tightens the hug, but you insist. You keep pushing him away, not because you don’t love him, but you see how disgusting and pathetic you are.

You don’t deserve him.

“Y/N, you are my ideal woman, no matter how you reject yourself, you are still my woman. I’m not gonna leave you, and I will prove to you that a person with mental illness can be loved. Together, we can get through this, if you allowed me to help you”

Kunikida talking slowly and calmly. It is clear that this is not written in his notebook, but he will fix it with you and he won’t leave you, he loves you so much to do it.

Your heart sink even deeper into the way Kunikida comforted you. You hug him back and crying like a child, Kunikida strokes your hair and rubs your back soothingly, kiss your face randomly.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You did a great job, you were so brave and strong. I’m proud of you for living until today, you don’t have to suffer by yourself anymore”

You recognized the reason for living and stop cutting after crying a while. If you have gone, your boyfriend will be hurt and you will break his ideals, and he will be hurt even more.

You need him, and so he is.

“Did you eat something?”

“No, I haven’t eaten anything”

“Can I borrow your kitchen? I’ll make some food for both of us”

“Let me help-”

“Leave it to me, love. It won’t take long, now go wash your face then we can have lunch together”

“Okay”

You hug Kunikida again, his scent calms you down and his strong arms make you feel safe and warm. Just thinking you will eat lunch with your boyfriend, the fear and loneliness vanish away from your mind.

The pain on your wrist no longer bothering you.

[beauvibaby]

losing hurts - j.benn

requested [x] yes [] no

Request – Aye I wish you would write a fic with a cuddly sad Jamie Benn after playoffs. do with that what you will girl. Love your writing girly 💕:)

a/n: I got this request and my heart hurt but we know I couldn’t pass this up

The time ticked down, and you knew, you had known since the beginning of the period, Tampa was playing hard, not to say that Jamie and his team weren’t doing the same. It had been a long game, and you were practically in tears the whole time, wishing you were there with Jamie, how badly you wanted to be there with him, to hug him tight the second he stepped out of that locker room.

But, you couldn’t do that, so sitting here in your shared living room would just have to do, you played with the sleeves of the over sized jersey, watching the screen change to show Tampa’s team as the buzzer sounded. Your heart dropped to your stomach, they panned over to Dallas for a moment, “oh, honey.” You whispered, voice cracking when they showed Jamie’s heartbroken face, it absolutely killed you.

You left the tv on, grabbing your phone and shakily typing a message out to your boyfriend,

“I love you so much, I’m so proud of you! Call me tonight so I can see your sweet face.”

He always laughed and blushed when you said that, and you knew the chances of him doing that tonight were slim, but you knew Jamie, and you knew he’d appreciate the gesture, it meant something to the both of you. Those were the things you cherished most.

You had been getting ready for bed when Jamie was finally back to the hotel and able to FaceTime you, you answered despite being in the middle of brushing your teeth. “Hi.” He whispered, lazily smiling at your toothpaste filled smile, you held up a finger, setting the phone down and quickly finishing. “Hi, Jamie.” You spoke softly, wishing you could reach out and hold him. “Wanna talk about it?” You asked hesitantly, he was hit or miss on how he handled these situations, “no, I just want to come home.” He sighed, running a hand over your face, and you knew it was for him to will away his emotions. “I know, bub, soon.” You assured him, “two days.” He groaned, you didn’t know what you were thinking, but his answer surprised you. “Two days!? Oh my god!” You shrieked, catching him off guard, but it gave him something to laugh at. “Why are you freaking out babe? Got a secret man there.” He teased, laying back in the bed, you crawled into yours. “Jamie!” You chastised, “don’t even joke like that. I just didn’t realize it would be so soon.” You smiled at him, taking in the exhaustion on his face, mentally and physically. “I miss you.” He breathed out, barely speaking the words. You could hear the slight waiver in his voice. “I miss you, bub, two days will fly by before you know it, and you’ll be sick of me within a day.” You joked to lighten the mood. He rolled his eyes, “as if, you’re going to have to deal with me moping around for a week.”

“That’s fine by me, because you’ll be home.”

***

Like you had said, two days passed in an instant, and here you were, standing on the front step of your house waiting for the car to pull up. You had both decided it would be better if he just came straight to the house, considering how exhausted he was. You had still dressed up a little though, wanting to look your best to see him in person for the first time in over two months. Nothing crazy, light makeup, his favorite jeans and a shirt, but again, something you knew he would find sweet. Everytime you heard a car, your eyes would shoot up, and it was never him, until this time it was.

The car parked at the end of the driveway, you watched the door open and Jamie step out, quickly grabbing his bags, you had to resist the urge to run over there like a mad woman, you started speed walking towards him as the car started backing out. “Jamie.” You cried wrapping your arms around his neck, “Y/N, baby, god I missed you.” He breathed in the scent of your shampoo as he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist. “I missed you.” You sniffled, leaning back to cup his face, circles under his eyes, happiness and hurt mixing together. You pulled him in for a kiss, sighing in relief to finally be touching him again. He squeezed your thighs as you pulled away, “I love you.” He murmured, sighing, you nodded, “I love you.”

The second you got inside, he whispered about going to take a shower, and wanting to just take a nap with you. Of course, you agreed, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. “You look pretty.” He commented, walking behind you up the stairs, you laughed softly at him, “I wanted to greet you in something better than my pajamas.” You smiled, he shook his head, wrapping his arms around you when you reached the top of the stairs, “pajamas would’ve looked just as good.” He teased, kissing your cheek softly before letting you go, he disappeared into the bathroom, the water turning on shortly after, once you heard him get in the shower you changed into lounge clothes, situating yourself on the bed, knowing he was in a rush to get some decent rest.

Like you had assumed, he was out in record time, messy towel dried hair and only boxers on as he threw himself into bed next to you. He didn’t speak as he hid his face in your neck, his body partially covering yours, you played with his hair not caring that it was wet. “I’m sorry.” He whispered after a moment, your breathing hitched, “what? Why are you apologizing baby?” You pushed his head out of your neck, meeting his gaze. A pout settling on your face when he looked at you with glossy eyes. “Oh, Jam.” You whispered, shaking your head as you cupped his cheeks. “Are you apologizing for the game?” You asked for confirmation, he nodded a tear falling from his eye before you caught it. “Don’t apologize, you played your best, you always play your best.” You assured him, sitting up to follow him when he pulled away from you, embarrassed for letting a tear fall. “Jamie.” You demanded, sitting beside him, “losing fucking hurts.” He snapped–not at you, more at the situation. “I know, honey.” You whispered, sliding off the bed and standing in front of him, wrapping your arms across his shoulders, he slumped forward, resting his head just under your chest. “It’s ok, I know it’s hard, and it hurts.” His arms came around your lower back, pulling you closer to him, his breaths shaky as he mentally calmed himself down. You played with his hair, occasionally ducking down to kiss his head, the roles were reversed and you didn’t mind one bit to be here holding him and telling him it was going to be alright, even though you knew it wouldn’t feel like that for a little bit.

Your own eyes watered, you’d never seen him like this before, and that really made your chest ache, but you held it in, knowing he would be ok.

“Don’t cry, baby.” He laughed softly, lifting his head from your body, he had pulled himself together, “I’m not, I swear.” You assured him, blinking your tears away. “I just love you so much, and I want you to know how proud I am of you.” You spoke sternly, never lifting your gaze from him. “It doesn’t matter if you win or lose, to me, you’re still the best player in my eyes.” You added, he smiled up at you, his hand coming up to your cheek. His thumb rubbing gently under your eye, “I love you too, thank you.” He mumbled, pulling you down to his lap, “for everything you do, for me, for the whole team. Most importantly, thank you for always supporting me.” He spoke tenderly, placing a gentle kiss to your lips, moving the two of you to be laying down. “Now, it’s nap time.” He laughed, a genuine one, making your heart ache just a little less. “Yes, we can nap now.” You teased, allowing him to rest on you again, smiling when he placed a couple of lazy kisses to your neck before finally drifting off, you not far behind as it felt so good to be back in his arms again.

Taglist: @starkeysdunn​ @vincecdunn​ @kempe​ @jackiesquinn​ @wtfkie​ @literarycharleton​

[yanderecandystore]

may i please get a small fic about the loveshrooms?

I didn't expect anyone to like the idea, but I'm so glad you did!

I was going to bring a Yan Bakugou into the mix but- I felt like I could end up disappointing you in a way so I'll just leave it as a ambiguous character, what do you think?

Also, love shrooms is actually a really good name lol!

TW/Tags: loss of sanity and mentions of depressive thoughts // fungal contamination and mentions of diseases (and quarantine) // none gender specific (neither the reader or the character mentioned have their gender assigned) // touch starving // victim blaming mentality.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

In need of help [Yandere!Virus/Fungus x Reader - Short Fanfiction]:

They were laying in their bed, wondering what the hell was happening with their body. It's been a week since they started to feel this way, endless headaches, hot burning skin temperature yet a feeling of always being cold dominated them, as if they were naked in the middle of a blizzard.

One day they started feeling dizzy while they were at work, so their boss has told them to go back home and rest, and they haven't gone back to their jobs in a full week because of some random sickness they got!

That's what they thought back then, they thought that this was all just a little flu that had ruined their days, but no, it turned out to be something completely more different than that.

They have heard about some sort of disease outbreak happening in their town, something that was still fairly new and mysterious to even the highest of doctors and world leaders. It was so sudden, out of nowhere people started to show symptoms of some sort of new illness, something that develops slowly yet quietly.

The contaminated would feel all that they were feeling right now, if not worse, since a lot of contaminated have shown some weird aggressive behavior randomly. Those that were contaminated were told to limit their contact with other people, some were privileged enough to be able to stay in hospitals receiving professional care, but they couldn't do that, they didn't want to believe that they were contaminated by some stupid looking fungus.

They just… Really, really didn't want to see a doctor, even if the symptoms are getting worse and worse, something forced them to keep their mouth shut. They didn't want to go to a hospital, they didn't want any doctors or scientists experimenting on them, they didn't want to be trapped inside that pearly white hell.

They heard rumours about servers experiments being done inside each hospital available, which caused the contaminated to get even more desperate to get out of there.

The thing is, no one knows if the contaminated were the ones who had decided that they didn't want to stay there, or if something else was dictating that decision.

Apparently, the cause of such distress was a little mushroom species that have only been discovered after the first incident happened. An incident where the first contaminated to fully develop the parasite had attacked someone in the streets (well, allegedly attacked, since there is no proof of the guy actually hurting someone, but it doesn't matter now since he was eliminated before he could attack someone). After that the contamination had spread wildly, it was as if the existence of such a dangerous thing had just been announced and out of nowhere, the damn thing had taken a hold of people's lives.

In one second everything was fine, and then in the next they were stuck at home, feeling hopeless. At least they don't have to be the lab rat of some crazy doctor and scientist. Until now, it has been pretty easy to hide the fact they were contaminated, key words being "until now", guess what happened?

"- Fucking- itchy fungus." They yelled as they continued to scratch their itchy arms, there were visible pink and red blotches around them, and on top of that they were now hurting because of how much force they were using on their itchy arms.

They have learned that it takes too many weeks for it to develop marks around the contaminated bodies, and that the mushrooms spread and thrive in cold habitats.

And guess who was the idiot that has come back from hiking in a snowy forest about two weeks ago? Yeah that 's right! This imbecile right here!

"- Ugh, what the hell do you want from me?" It's been three days since they started talking with the fungus growing inside them, since they noticed that indeed, the fucking thing comprehends human communication somehow.

Or maybe they were just insane.

This was basically an everyday routine, the mushroom would get agitated, they would ask it what it wanted, and in a brilliant moment of concentration they would remember exactly what the mushroom wanted.

"- Pizza again? Come on, you're going to make me spend all of my savings on some lackluster pizza?" They said while looking at their colorful arms, they needed to cover them if they wanted to see anyone else soon.

You see, ever since they started to stay inside their house to not spread the contamination, they have been ordering pizza at a very terrible place that sold only the most boring pizza they could have ever eaten. No flavor at a cheap prize!

It seemed like the stupid fungus had taken a liking to the terrible taste of nothingness, so they had decided to obliged with the fungus wishes.

"- Stupid parasite, you're lucky I can't beat you for making me waste so much in daily deliveries." They continued to be grumpy about it as they put some clothes on, normally they love to spend their time alone naked, and apparently the fungus also agreed with the decision. What? It's their apartment, they can be naked if they want.

They took their phone and typed the number to the pizzeria, well, at least they never take too long to deliver their mediocre pizza.

"- Hi, it's Anthony's Pizzeria, how can I help you?" They heard a familiar voice come from the other side of the call.

Oh.

"- What-!" They yelped, almost causing the call to accidentally end right there and then.

It's you, it's your voice! They know it it's, they are sure of it!

"- … Uhn, hey, are you okay-"

"- I'm f-fine, sorry!" They have interrupted your question, they were so caught up about your voice that they forgot to order the pizza.

Oh but your voice! Your voice was so different in the call than in real life, it's so… Interesting! Yeah, that's surely the word they were looking for!

They have called so many times yet this was the first time you were the one to pick up! They guess that because of the contamination and quarantine stuff going on, they were low on staff and you were the one receiving the orders.

After all, you were the only person that worked there that would deliver their pizza every single time. It became such a normal thing that you two even know each other's names!

[Y/N], it's such a beautiful name, it fits the owner. Although they think you're pretty unlucky to have to work at a terrible place and also do deliveries to an unwelcoming neighborhood.

That's the reason why you're the one to always bring their pizza, it's because you're the only worker that they are willing to risk in such a terrible place. Fortunately, their only client around this area is them.

When they were about to finish their order, they asked if you were the one that was going to bring the pizza.

"- Yeah, it is me. You know, low on staff and all, why do you ask?" You ask them with that welcoming voice of yours. A hint of happiness graced your tone, you were happy that it was them ordering again.

Although you still think that their obsession with mediocre pizza is a little concerning, you ended up forming some sort of friendship with them. An odd one for sure, but you're still happy about it.

When you first met them, they would always give you some really scary vibes. They were so, well, cold and closed off. Never smiling, never giving tips, always in a terrible mood, etc.

But recently, they started to treat you with so much respect, even joking about your job with you. The first time you saw them smile, you thought you were seeing a completely different person.

You're still glad you found this new version of them. They look happier and you felt good for them. Maybe they have found their own happiness.

To hear your confirmation was the most exciting thing they could have heard all day! They were sulking in this disgusting room all day, yet hearing that you're coming makes them feel alive!

They can't even hide their excitement, you can hear them being happy and giggly over the idea of you coming over. Even if technically you're only coming there to deliver them their order and all.

When the call ends, they soon are brought back to reality. When they were talking to you, they felt like they were in the best place on Earth, yet when they looked around their apartment they could only observe the clues of a disgusting creature living in this dirty ass place without ever cleaning it, not even once.

It's a depressing sight, yet they have learned to deal with it. It was normal for them to be lazy and an absolute pig, although they are aware that even pigs are a lot cleaner than them.

They should at least take a shower before you come in.

And just as the idea of you being anywhere near them came into their mind, their personality had switched again, from a grumpy depressed loser to… to…

To whatever the hell they are right now!

Seriously, they were feeling like shit all day, yet at the moment the opportunity to see you comes up, they feel like their day it's already 100 times better!

They feel their heart pounding at an incredible passing, the water of the shower hitting their skin helping their temperature to cook down. They don't even feel so cold anymore, they feel- Powerful!

They feel better than the last time they saw you, which was yesterday, so it doesn't even make sense for them to miss your presence the way that they do, but still!

Apparently even the fungus seemed to be happier about this situation, as their arms weren't itchy at all and the headache they were feeling seemed to have stopped.

They thought the thing was only awaiting its meal, as all living creatures do when faced with the opportunity to get food without any efforts put into it.

It was as if the motive to actually fix a little bit of this place had suddenly appeared at the mention of your arrival! It was uncommon for them to do such a thing, even for a guest, and their neighbors can testify.

Not that they would want to be involved in their life either way, their neighbors know how unpleasant they can be, even to those that live near them.

To think your presence has such an impact on them and their life, even though they never experienced anything like this before, their sudden change in mood never really crossed their minds as being bad or unconventional. It just… Happens.

And- It doesn't feel bad at all.

Maybe this lonely loser is finally understanding the importance of healthy social interactions! Good for them?!

After getting out of the shower and putting their clothes back on, they straight up jump out of the bathroom to complete their next task, which was making their apartment seem a little more *pleasant", at least for someone that was looking at it from the other side of their door.

But before they could do much, their apartment bell rang and you called them from the other side of the door. You did something, however, that would soon be proven to be a bad decision.

You have decided to call them by their name instead of the usual "your pizza is here" or whatever the hell you used to scream so the customers could hear. You thought that you had spent enough time with them to be able to use their name in a friendly manner, which was nothing wrong with that, dearest! Is just that-

They haven't been able to hear people say their name in such a friendly way in a long, long time. It's both refreshing and terrifying how they craved that form of attention.

And what is just as terrifying is how fast they throw their body towards the door, like a desperate addicted trying to reach their dose of dopamine. But that comparison it's absurd, right? It has nothing to do with the current situation.

Oh no, wait-

"- [Y-Y/N]!? You came in e-earlier than I thought! How is everything going??" They would welcome you in, but the truth is that they haven't been able to finish all of the cleaning. Basically, they took all of the garbage that was in front of the door's view and put it deeper in their apartment.

Just like sweeping dirt under the rug, you were only able to see a moderately good looking apartment behind them, yet in reality, all of the dirty dishes and clothes that were previously laying around there, were now shoved under some tables in a desperate need to impress you.

Even if a little bit.

Because of how suddenly they opened the door and came into view, you got yourself a little spooked by the taller figure in front of you. They always looked pretty scary in your eyes, yet recently you started to notice that they have a softer side.

You can't help but associate them with big scary dogs, you guess that they only put some sort of facade to keep themselves appearing to be tough and strong and "scary". You can't lie that they got you pretty good the first time you met.

You answer them, telling how hard it has been to work in an awful pizzeria while the world is burning and a weird disease suddenly has been discovered out of nowhere. They tried their best to continue the small talk, yet it seemed like they didn't need to do much because soon enough you were babbling about your life.

They loved it, you were always so talkative, even to a complete stranger. They wanted to pay close attention to you and what you were saying yet they simply couldn't! Your presence was so overbearingly sweet that they thought they would have a heart attack!

I'm being serious though, their heart started to accelerate out of nowhere and a weird feeling started to arise inside their hearts. They felt so weird and uncomfortable because of the sudden sensations yet- It felt so good in a way.

They felt alive for once, they felt- They felt like they were capable of anything!

Yet they still felt like they needed something more than just… This, whatever the hell is giving them such a wonderful feeling. Could it really be you, the cause of such wonderful emotions to bloom?

Your skin looked so soft, your smile was so gentle even when you were focused on giving them their order, you looked like you cared for them so much that when you noticed their odd behavior you put your hand in their shoulder.

This one, simple little contact managed to get a hold of them and their thoughts, their breathing now way faster and frantic than before.

How long have they been without a human touch? They are pretty sure it wasn't long, yet they still feel… Shamefully needy.

They can't tell what's worse, trying to convince you that they were okay, or trying to convince themselves to not do something stupid. They didn't know what it was, but there was a suspicious feeling crawling up their spine, the feeling that if they didn't control themselves something bad could happen.

They lied of course, saying they were just- Dizzy and a little tired, that they were doing everything on auto pilot, and even if you end up believing them, the moment you take your hand away us the moment they regret not giving in to whatever odd urge they were having a couple of seconds ago.

You were soon about to leave, they didn't even notice that they were holding the pizza box and almost let it fall from their loose grip.

"- H-Hey, wait! [Y/N] I-" they sounded absolutely pathetic, they sounded desperate for your attention but at least it seemed like you didn't mind or simply didn't notice their tone of voice.

You were causing so much frustration yet you remained oblivious to their suffering.

"- Do you… Perhaps, want to hangout later? I-If you're not busy, of course…." They sounded like a teenager who just confessed their crush on someone, well, if they were trying in that situation, normally the other person would at least be aware of their feelings.

But no, of course they aren't and of course you only see their offer as a way to call you for a friendly date.

People sweet and naive like you used to get on their nerves, they used to ignore your type of person yet-

Here they are! Being pathetic and stuttering, the only good thing to come out of this interaction was that you accepted their offer.

At least you're kind enough to accept to meet this poor thing again in a more private scenario. Not in your daily "customer and worker" type of interaction.

And as your form goes away at each step you take, the intrusive thoughts start to come in again. Those thoughts, those pains from earlier, everything was starting to get back.

It really does seem like you're the cause for their problems. Their headaches, their low self-esteem thoughts, the stupid fungus itching their skin, all of that was your fault… Somehow.

In someway or another you were the one that would always show up in their dreams, in their intrusive thoughts. They closed the door to their apartment while slowly placing the pizza on their coffee table, since now their mind was starting to come up with the solution to their daily pains.

This is not about pizza, this is about you! About how you consume their mind, even when you aren't present.

Although, every time you're near them, they feel so much better, like all of their issues have gone away.

That 's it! You're not only the source of their problems, but also the solution! Oh, that 's perfect! They know exactly what they need to do to make sure you cure them.

Yeah… YEAH! YES! They won't need to suffer every day waiting for the next time to see you, they can simply have you by their side, right??!

Please, please tell them, please tell this mad person that you'll cure them of the same thing you contaminated them with!!

Please… They feel so, so cold and lonely. Their only company is a parasite who seems to agree with this person's mad, delusional thoughts.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

[darkmulti]

Death of You

Yandere ex bf!San x female reader

This is a re make of “Satan” bc it was deleted and also happen to be my favourite piece of writing:) also I mixed in a request in here!

⚠️Warnings: humilitaion, filth filth filth filth filth, spitting, spanking, degradtion, bondage, rough sex, oral (male recieving), slapping, theres a lot of kinky shit mixed in here, cum eating, cum play, choking, overstimulation, fear kink, possessive behaviour

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“San that’s not my fault.”

“Yes it is. It’s entirely your fault. You cheated on me and I caught you. I saw the messages on your phone.”

“San, you don’t even fucking trust me. It’s not what you think! He’s my bestfriend! Our conversation wasn’t even inappropriate in anyway, you’re just mad another boy texted me!”

“Yeah, exactly! What if you two have been fucking behind my back this whole time?”

Your eyes roll back and you mentally slap yourself.

Why were you trying to save something that was already broken?

San’s behaviour was outrageous. What kind of man, what kind of person would think of such things? Being frustrated, you blurted out,

“Do you want to break up? Tell me what you want to do San. Because I truly don’t know anymore.”

San looks at you but doesn’t say a word.

“Fine. I’ll go pack my shit.”

While massaging your forehead, you walk past San and go upstairs. After you finished packing, you head downstairs with your carry on suitcase, and slam the door shut, leaving your now ex boyfriend San, alone in the enormous house.

You will not tolerate his behaviour. You simply can’t stay with a man who doesn’t trust you. With quick thinking you decide to stay the night at a nearby hotel.

With some money saved up in your bank account, you would be able to afford staying in the hotel for a little amount of time. So it was very important for you to find a job, as soon as possible.

After checking into the hotel, you take a cold shower to wash away your tears and make up a plan.

You were strong.

You didn’t need a man.

Before you met San, you were a strong, independent women. Not that you aren’t anymore, you just lost your momentum. Now it was your chance to get it back.

Finally your head fills up with positive thoughts and you get out of the shower with a bright smile plastered across your face. The cold water that hit your body and washed away all your tears, triggers your restart button.

Although you couldn’t exactly forget about him, you were still capable of not ever thinking about him. While cleaning your face with cold water and washing your tired, red, puffy eyes, you start to calm down a bit. Your heartbeat became steady and all the negative thoughts floated away. Another breath of relief leaves your lips.

You change into your pyjamas that San had given you.

Well this wasn’t going to be the easiest process. Almost everything you packed was either a gift from San or bought with his money.

Right there and then you made a promise to yourself that you will return all the money he spent on you. It was only fair, which meant you can move on with your life without feeling guilty. 

After planning out your next steps you jump onto the mattress and snuggle in. You take your plushie into your arms and hug it since San isn’t here anymore.

Right when you close your eyes your phone lights up, waking you up. You lazily pick it up and see the miss calls and messages San had left you.

107 messages and 36 missed calls

Y/N

Answer your calls

We can fix this

Y/N we can fix this

I’m sorry please come back.

I love you angel

Please we can’t end like this

We were suppose to get married and have kids

Now who am I supposed to get married to?

Y/N please answer my calls

Sweetheart I need to know if you safe

Please I’m so sorry for what I did and said

Sweetie please

Babygirl I miss you

I love you so much please don’t do this to me!

Why aren’t you answering my calls

Are you with another man?

Y/N ANSWER MY FUCKING CALLS GOD DAMIT!

YOU FUCKING WHORE, ALREADY SLEEPING WITH ANOTHER MAN!

WE HAVEN’T EVEN BROKEN UP PROPERLY!

FUCKING ANSWER MY CALLS

I WILL KILL THE FUCKER IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME!

STOP LEAVING ME ON READ!

CALL ME

ANSWER ME!

STOP BEING A FUCKING CUNT AND COME BACK TO THE HOUSE!

WHEN I FIND-

You put the phone faced down on the nightstand. That message was enough to make you tremble and cry from fear. You bite down on your lip and wipe away your tears.

Your nails go into your mouth and you lay down, thinking that sleep will help. Even though your heart was about to beat out of your chest, you close your heavy eyelids and you drift into a peaceful sleep.

Approximately 3 hours into your sleep, and knocking on the door woke you.

Shit! You forgot to put on the ‘do not disturb sign’

Crawling out of the warm, cozy bed, your feet touch the cold floor and you walk to the door, opening it.

A very big mistake you made. Standing in the doorway is a very angry San. You shut the door and lock it before running into the bathroom.

Shit shit shit, fuck your phone! You left it on the nightstand!

You open the bathroom door and make a run for it to your phone. But you freeze in your tracks when you hear the ‘beep’ the front door makes when it unlocks. You turn around and San walks in and locks the door.

Paralyzed you were. He walked over to you and without a word you pushed you down onto the floor.

You snap out of the phase and snap at him.

“What the fuck? You can’t treat me like a rag doll San. We’re done!”

“No. I’m not done with you until you tell me why your not answering your phone. You always have it shoved up your ass, so tell me why you chose to ignore me.”

Your eyes look on the floor, not wanting to answer. The idea of breaking up will never get into his sick head. It’ll go in one ear and out the other.

“Not responding? Let’s try this again.”

San gets on his knees and pushes you down onto the floor with a hand now around your neck, in missionary position.

“WHY DID YOU IGNORE MY CALLS AND MESSAGES?”

“BECAUSE SAN, IM FUCKING DONE WITH YOU!”

San raises his hand and slaps you across the face leaving a sting on your cheek.

“Don’t you dare fucking yell at me, you brat. You ungrateful, cock slut brat.”

The man grabs the base of your jaw and spits in your whining mouth. His hands pull your thighs up onto him and he grinds his bulge.

San knew how much control he had over you, and used it to his advantage. Whenever he showed any type of loving or caring affection towards you, you would instantly explode.

“You want me to stop?”

“No, please!”

San smirks at you. Hasn’t been 9 hours and you already want him in your pussy.

“Sit on your pretty little knees and wait for daddy’s order.”

Hurriedly, you get up and sit on your knees. You pull your hair back and wait for your daddy’s next orders.

“Good girl. My cute little puppy. I bet if you had a tail in that ass, it would be wagging side to side because you’re that excited to suck my cock.”

He said teasingly with a sly smile spreading across his face.

Your lips pout and you look at him with widened eyes.

“Take your clothes off darling, I wanna see the lingerie you’re wearing.”

Fortunately or maybe unfortunately, you were wearing his favourite lavender lingerie. The design on the bra and underwear was beautiful and fitted your body perfectly.

“Oh darling. Everytime I see you in that lingerie, it keeps getting better and better. I don’t ever think I’ll ever get tired of this view.”

His sweet words wander out of his lips and into your ears, causing you to smile.

“Come to daddy babygirl.”

Your hands go on the floor and you crawl to him with sparkles in your eyes. San scratches you underneath your chin, and brings your hands up to the hem of his pants.

“You do the honours baby.”

You adjust yourself and pull his pants and underwear down, with his help. San brought your face closer to his lower stomach. You were confused on what he was doing, until his cock sprung up and hit your face, startling you.

Tilting your head up, you admire his long, thick, veiny, red cock, that had pre cum dripping down from the tip. You could’ve come right there just by the sight.

“I know my cock’s superior, but it’s not going to suck itself.”

Your hands quickly take a hold of it and roughly strokes it up and down. San runs his fingers through your hair and tilts your head up so he can look at you while you stroke his cock. Your eyes still in contact with San’s you lick his shaft all the way up to his tip.

San rolls his hip, and thrust into nothing. He wanted to whine so badly, but it would make him look weak, which he didn’t like. Having enough of your teasting he pulls your hair back and slaps you across the face, leaving his hand print behind.

“You don’t tease me darling. Take it in or else I’ll put a ginger up your ass. As I recall, you hated that punishment with all your heart.”

He then got closer to your face.

“Don’t make me do it again.”

Both your holes clench, as you remember the severe pain that punishment had caused you. Not wanting to risk it, you shove his seven inch dick down your throat, while playing with his balls. San holds your hair back for you, and praises you for taking him so well. You pop a smile around his cock and your teeth brush against his dick, making him shiver.

Though, you were happy to satisfy him, there was one thing that wasn’t satisfying you. Your daddy was a hard dom and never moans. It always got to your head that you weren’t satisfying him to the fullest. So with a determined mindset, you get in the right position and dig your nails into his thighs. You shove him down your throat and start to suck the life out him. He jolts up and lets out a loud groan, followed by a soft, but sensitive moan.

You start grinding on the air, after hearing his beautiful, sexy moans.

Oh god, what would you have to have your clit touched right now.

The dom's cock starts twitching in your throat and you bring his tip up into your mouth, sucking it until his cum releases.

“No no no darling. Spit it out.”

You tilt your head at san and he cups his hand in front of your mouth. You spit it up in his hands, and he also spits in it. The males other hand pulls your hair back and rubs the cum all over your face. It drips down your neck into your exposed clevage.

“Baby, rub it all over your breast for daddy.”

You take both of your hands and rub the cum all over your tits.

“Good little whore.”

With your face, neck and chest covered in cum, San takes his belt and wraps it tightly around your neck making a two in one collar and leash. He gets up and pulls you with him to the door.

“Daddy where are we going?”

You ask innocently, but deep inside you were petrified.

“Let’s go on a little walk”

He pulls your leash, yanking you across the floor to his feet.

“Crawl on all fours like the good little puppy you are.”

He pats your head and grabs the door card.

“Walk beside me, in sync with my feet okay slut?”

“Okay daddy”

San walks to the elevator where we met our first victim. He looked at us in shock. You keep your head down low, while San started making small talk with the confused and genuinely concerned male. San then bends down to you and tells you to stick your tongue out. You do as told, but he didn’t do anything to you. Instead he just stood up. Your mind puts two and two together and realizes he’s trying to make you act like a dog.

The elevator dings and you both are now in the front lobby, where there was much more people. San looked out for any kids, but when he saw the coast was clear, he walked out like nothing was wrong.

He pulled you to the couches in the lobby, while people stared at your exposed body. San sits down on the couch and you sit on the floor. He sighs, and picks you off the ground slightly and puts his shoe underneath you.

“Fuck my shoe, you thirsty whore.”

He points his toes up, hitting your clit and making you flinch.

“Grind on it you shameless whore.”

You hips starts moving on the tip and your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. San from behind spanks your ass a couple of times, and you let out soft moans. Your eyes roam around until it makes eye contact with an old man, who was checking you out. He shamelessly takes his dick out and starts to jerk off, coming closer and closer.

You turn your head the other way and let your mind wanders off. You start to think about how you look like. The cum and spit mixture gliding down your face picking up droplets of sweat, before falling onto your breast. The lavender lingerie that was exposing all your private parts. Your red face, that still had san’s handprint on it. Last but not least, the overly tight belt around your neck, that was causing your breath to slow down.

You bring your attention back to the shoe and went a little harder on your clit, until san reaches to your shoulder to make you stop. He sneaks his arms under your armpits then wraps it around your body, pulling you up onto his lap. You feel his face turned to your right, so you also look and see the old man sitting next to you both.

“Can we share,,,,,, please?”

The old man whispers and reaches towards your arm. San stands up with you in his arms.

“No. I can’t. Mind your own business and keep your dick in your pants.”

San carries you to the elevator, where he kept you in his embrace the entire time.

“I'm so sorry sweetheart, are you okay? I didn’t know I’m sorry, are you scared? We can leave.”

The man’s heart aches at the cringe worthy scenario that took place a two minutes ago. He felt so guilty. You didn’t peep a word and only stuffed your face in his chest.

He carries you back to the room and lays you on the bed once he was inside.

“Shall we continue?”

You ask with a teasing smile, and your hands on the hem of you pantie, bringing it down.

“You still want to-”

You crawl to his guilty figure and place a finger on his lips.

“Of course. You can’t just stop there.”

You pull San onto the bed and jump on top of him. His bulge was hard again, and your cunt aches at it. You bounce on his clothed shaft, while undoing the buttons of his shirt. San places his hands onto your hips and lets you enjoy yourself.

You wrap your hand around his throat and grind harder, until your pussy clenches around nothing and you let out a high pitch whine. This was San’s cue. He switches the position, pulls his pants down, and shoves his giant cock, into your warm, wet pussy. He immediately pounds into your g spot making you squeal and squirm under him. Your tears start rolling down your face from the overstimulation.

“Holy shit, sannie baby daddy, fUCKK RIGHT THERE!”

You became a hot mess. Crying and whining under the male, begging him to go faster.

San hushes you and pulls on the belt choking you. Your eyes water up and your face becomes extremely red, until you tap out. He loosens the belt and throws it to the side, while you try and catch your breath.

“Daddy please hit it again.”

San accepts your challenge and hovers over top of your small figure and fucks the life out of you.

“Whore whore whore whore! You wanted this along. Did you really think that I would let you go that easily? Stupid cum fuck”

His hips move in a high speed into you, and he wraps both of his hands around your neck, putting weight on it. Eventually you scream out and burst into tears, feeling your orgasm punching through. Your pussy twitches around his cock and he gives you one last thrust, making you cry all over again.

It almost like your pussy glitches every time San made you cum. You grab onto the bedsheets and cum for your life. Spitting it out all over his cock, your eyes roll back and hips arch because Sans tip was right below your gspot.

“Sannie sannie sannie.”

San pins your hands down and thrust harshly in again, hitting the spot again. Sobs after sobs leave your mouth, and your body starts shaking at the sensitivity. He goes a little faster, and you start to zone out and only hear his balls slapping your cunt.

San leans down and sucks your lips, giving one last thrust making both of you cum. Both of you were now panting inside each other's mouths. His arms snake around your waist and he gets in bed with you still in his arms.

He pulls you close and makes sure you fall asleep before he does. Whispering sweet and caring words his final words made your heart explode.

The sincere “I love you” followed by his goofy smile.

This man..this man right here, was going to be the death of you.

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To bad I’m not his girlfriend and he’s already the end of me:(

I hope you enjoyed, I’m going to bed now❣️🥺

xoxo

n❣️

[vampcubus]

Bite Me (Midoriya/Vampire!Reader) [Part 2]

| A/N: Here’s the second half because tumblr is a cunt sometimes so it had to be split 🙃 |

♡ Warnings: Angst, blood-drinking. ♡

♡ Words: 2700+ ♡

See part 1... here

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                                           Messages (11:21 AM)

Midoriya-chan: I’m so sorry but I can’t make it today! Midoriya-chan: I’ll make it up to you I promise You: Whatever 🙄 You: You better Midoriya-chan: I’m sorry…

You looked up from your phone and sighed, arms crossed as you leaned against the entrance to the cafeteria where you could see Midoriya and Uraraka talking. He’s smiling too, his phone on the table beside his tray.

He can’t be too sorry.

“Tch.” You turned on your heel and made your way to the school roof, where you were supposed to meet the green-haired boy up until a few minutes ago.

Slumping down against the ground with your back against a wall, you felt a song coming on. You set your beloved electric guitar to the side for once, letting the sound of your own voice carry the music on its own. .   .   . You’re a bit thrown when you see a tiny pink note slapped onto your dorm’s door. You furrow your brows and pluck the fluorescent pink piece of paper from the door eyes lazily skimming across each word.

Please, meet me in my dorm tonight. I want to talk to you. It’s important. -Uraraka Ochako

Oh great. What did she want? It’s not like you were able to spend time with Deku today—aside from early this morning. She prevented that. What else could she possibly want from you?

You sigh, crumpling up the note and tossing it in the general direction of the trash bin.

After club activities ended, you decided to head over to Uraraka’s dorm to ‘talk’ as she had put it in her vague note. You knocked on the door with a heavy fist, still lagging from hero training earlier. You were also getting low on blood in your system, ultimately making you feel weak. You’d have to wait a bit longer for your next fix though. Vampirism wasn’t necessarily a funded lifestyle, and most blood was good at use in hospitals saving lives.

You’re shaken from your thoughts when the brunette opens the door and blinks at the sight of you standing there. Had she thought you wouldn’t come?

“Oh, L/N-san you came. Good.” She sighed as if relieved and then stepped aside, inviting you in.

You strolled in and kept a keen pair of eyes on the girl as she closed the door. She offered you a seat but you promptly declined. You didn’t want to be in here in the first place.

“I’m sorry for calling you here so suddenly. I know we aren’t on the best of—” She starts, clasping her hands together and wringing them.

“Stop, just tell me what you wanted to talk about. I don’t do small-talk.”

“It’s about Deku.” She admits, her face suddenly serious as she drops her hands to her sides, pulling at her skirt as she fidgets. “I need to be honest with you.”

“I’m waiting.” You sigh and she flushes at your bluntness. You were so straight forward! She felt her palms sweat and her eyes harden as they stared at you.

You were floating a few inches from the carpet, red tie askew and a bored expression gracing your cold features. As you sighed again, she caught a glimpse of fangs peeking out. She gulped, standing her ground.

“It’s clear that we need to address this… this competition! I… I don’t want to fight you over this anymore. It’s exhausting and I mean it when I say that I don’t wish to antagonize you.” Ochako explains, taking in a deep breath and letting out as her pink cheeks brightened. “But the feelings I have for that boy, for Deku. They’re real, and I really like him, L/N. I haven’t told him about my feelings because It will only distract us both from our goals right now, but now that you’re in the picture, I worry.”

You narrowed your eyes, pointed ears taking in every infuriating word as they left the small girl in front of you. She speaks as if she’s already won, like no matter what happens Midoriya will ultimately choose her over you and that burns. Not because it isn’t true, which it isn’t! But the fact that she’s talking about him like he’s an object. Like a possession to be won over. You didn’t give a damn how she felt about Midoriya. No one should think that just because they like someone and they don’t want to make moves, that their loved one is theirs.

“I’d like to settle this as civil as possible. I want you to stop pursuing Deku, please, I want this chance. I don’t want him to be taken from me. I won’t have any hard feeli—”

You lost it.

“Stop it! Midoriya is a person! He isn’t some object you can claim or own, he is someone with feelings and opinions! You may like him, but that doesn’t give you the right to go around telling everyone ‘he’s mine please disregard your feelings because I deserve him more than you!’” You interjected with a burning fiery passion in your voice as you spoke, the emotion in your voice more lively than it’s been when you weren’t singing.

Ochako gaped at you, her wide brown eyes staring at you as you got in her face. Serves her right for thinking that you’d just submit like that.

“I’m in love with Midoriya, and I don’t want to fight for him like some dog toy! How dare you disregard my feelings like just because you have a crush on him that they aren’t real. It’s unfair for you to lay claim on him, it’s his choice. And if that choice is you, fine! But I won’t back down just because you want me to.” You held her shocked gaze with your own blazingly determined one, letting her know just how serious you were.

After a minute of catching your breath, both your gaze and voice softened.

“I love him too, Ochako. And if I have a chance with him, I want to take it. I hope you got what you wanted, now I’m leaving. I’m not going to play this childish game with you anymore.”

And with that you turned in mid-air and floated out of the other girl’s dorm room, heading towards your own to sing your fucking heart out until you feel better.

.   .   . Once you’d stopped abusing your vocal cords, taped up your bleeding fingers—because you were too upset to even think about a pick—and received a nervous complaint from one of your neighbors you picked up your phone and typed out a bold text to Midoriya.

                                            Messages (8:15 PM)

You: Can I come over? I need to calm down before I do something stupid. Midoriya-chan: Of course! Is something wrong? Are you ok? You: I’ll tell you when I get therw You: *there

You tossed your phone onto your bed and left your dorm with a start, flying in hopes to get there quicker. When the freckled boy opened the door he immediately tugged you inside. If Mr. Aizawa knew he had a girl in his room at night he’d really be in trouble.

When you meet his eyes your resolve deteriorates. Your feet meet the floor’s surface and you slump down onto his bed.

“W-what’s going on? Are you alright, what happened?” Izuku asked you, looking incredibly worried as he sits down beside you, taking in your expression, deep in thought.

Your eyes shift to the side to peer at him through your lashes. Was it shallow to do this? You weren’t lying when you had said you needed to calm down before you ended up binge drinking from some unsuspecting classmate. Which, wouldn’t be necessarily a good look on your record. Without realizing it, your eyes darted to his neck and before you knew it, you were blatantly staring. You briefly wondered what he’d taste like.

“Can I… can I tell you something? And I need you to take me seriously because I… because I’m not one to lie. It’s exhausting” You chuckled though it was a nervous meek sound that you hadn’t ever made before.

Izuku blinked, trying not to stare too much at your sudden insecurity. It was uncharacteristic. You were always so guarded, getting angry when others worried about you and denying it till the end when you were asked if you were alright on particularly hard days. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to get closer to you, and it looked like you needed him to listen right now.

“Of course, we’re friends, right? You can tell me anything.”

“I—” You took in a deep breath despite your lungs not requiring it and instantly regretted it because the sudden rush of air with so little blood in your system made your head spin. You hunched over as nausea twisted your stomach in knots, and you swayed as you felt the dizziness increase with movement. “Oh… shit…”

You don’t realize that you were tipping forward until Izuku’s hands grab your shoulders to steady you. You heard him talking to you but couldn’t process any of what he was saying.

“Y/N? Are you okay!? Wh-what’s going on, are you sick?”

“Ah, Deku don’t shout. I’m just… thirsty.”

“Thirsty? Are you dehydrated? Do you need a glass of water? I can go get one for you if you need me t—”

“I’m a vampire, Deku.” You interrupt flatly, any and all enthusiasm drained from your tone from the sheer exhaustion. “May come to you as a surprise but I drink blood.”

He clammed up, mentally kicking himself for being such an idiot. ‘Sure offer the vampire a glass of water, Deku.’ Midoriya frowned, he didn’t like seeing you this, you looked so tired, so miserable. A stray thought made his cheeks flush. Would it… would it be rude to offer his own blood? He couldn’t help his morbid curiosity, his concern for your well-being mixed with his growing feelings for you and encouraged him to take a risk.

“Y-you can b-bite me if you need to, o-of course that’s only if you want to! I-I don’t know if th-that’s some sort of taboo and I’m being weird, but I r-really wouldn’t mind. I don’t know if you only drink certain types of blood, but surely any blood works, right? I mean I’m not a vampire so I can’t possibly know but I’m just saying if you…” You lost him after that, blinking at the boy as he rambled on and on. In your discombobulated daze, you couldn’t help but stare as Deku talked, his eyes glimmering with interest and admiration as he rattled on about quirks and vampires, and you believe he mentioned a sacrificial ritual at one point but all you could think about was the way his eyes caught the light.

Your eyes skimmed over the expanse of his gentle features, counting the freckles scattered across his round cheeks and watching his green curls bob up in down as he moved. Your eyes centered on his neck and everything around you became a blur, you felt your mouth water and your tongue drag over your bottom lip, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of your face as you lost yourself to thoughts of your fangs piercing into flesh. You wondered again what he would taste like. Would he be tangy? Or Sweet? Perhaps something tame or spicy?

Izuku stopped droning when he peeked over at you, his rant coming to an abrupt halt when he noticed the intense stare you were giving him. His thin brows knit together and he gulped when he followed your gaze to his throat, your eyes widened and shimmered slightly as his adam’s apple rippled beneath the pale skin of his neck. Izuku felt the heat rise to his face, painting his cheekbones with a muted pink as you finally met his eyes. You coughed and jerked back, not realizing you had started leaning in until you were inches away from his face.

“I’m not going to bite you, Izuku.” You mumbled, the blood concentrating behind your cold cheeks allowing the tiniest hint of a blush to form.

“Why not? You can’t have much more in you based on how tired you are, what will you be like tomorrow? How will you train if you can’t even move?” Midoriya argued a fire in his eyes lit by his concern for you. Why wouldn’t you let him help you? Did you not trust him enough? He felt hurt by the possibility.

“I don’t want to hurt you, idiot!” You blurted, nearly doubling over and off the bed when you are overcome with a wave of nausea. You fall right into his arms, successfully knocking you both over. When you recover from your dizziness you realize with a start that you are laying on top of a worried Midoriya.

“You won’t… hurt me.” Izuku mutters, his jade eyes staring into yours with a look you can’t quite place. Your breath hitches when he tilts his head back and slightly to the side, baring his neck to you. Didn’t he see how hard it was to resist when you were this thirsty? Was he trying to get himself drained?! One of his hands moves to grasp yours and your jaw goes slack. “It’s okay, I promise. I can take it. As long as I can help you.”

Your eyes soften and you let out a deep sigh, shifting on top of him to lay more comfortably. He was just too tempting, and you were in a very, very weak state. You couldn’t resist.

“Fine, but once I do this I’m not going to stop suddenly if you have second thoughts. You have to be sure.” You smoothed a hand over the arch of his throat, a lover’s caress to anyone else, but a search for a good spot to enter for a vampire. Izuku gulped, feeling his heart start to race as you touched him. He steeled his gaze and nodded firmly. “Well, then… all I need you to do is relax.”

You leaned in to search for a spot with good circulation with your tongue this time, feeling the boy freeze up and squeak beneath you. You cupped his jaw and tilted his head further away so you had better access. Unbeknownst to you, the spot you had picked was particularly sensitive and the trembling gasps he let out were not out of fear but approval. Your fangs brushed against the curve of his neck, feeling his entire body shiver underneath yours. And when your fangs finally sunk into the side of his neck, you didn’t expect the noise that escaped him.

Izuku slapped a hand over his mouth, in disbelief of the soft moan that had just slipped out. You decide to ignore it the moment his blood meets your tongue, you gripped him a bit tighter, shuddering at the almost sickeningly sweet taste of his blood. You drank enthusiastically, in your own little world as Izuku struggled with both his vocal cords and his conflicting thoughts.

He had so wholely expected it to hurt, or at the very least uncomfortable. But it wasn’t painful at all! He was worried over nothing. Not only that, but the whole prospect of you on top of him, pressed so intimately to him as you feasted on his blood, your fingers lightly stroking his cheek… It made him feel closer to you somehow. And when you finally parted from the crook of his neck, he flinched slightly when your fangs slid from the holes now left behind from your bite. You pulled away, moving to sit on top of him as you licked the excess from your lips with a dreamy smile.

“You’re so sweet, I almost couldn’t stop myself there. Thank you for being so calm.” You seemed to be full of energy now, eyes bright and your face looking much healthier. But you seemed a lot softer than normal, this is the most gentle he’s ever seen you as you smiled and expressed your gratitude.

“I… wouldn’t mind if you did it again sometime…” Izuku muttered with a deep blush, avoiding your eyes as your own widened.

“If you’re sure.” You didn’t have the strength to deny how eager his confession made you for next time. Even if you didn’t get the chance to confess your feelings as you had wanted, but you hoped that this understanding between you would give you another chance.

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What Happens in Jersey Pt. 7 | G.D.

A/N - hi y’all! I hope everyone is safe and okay! I decided to post this part for the people who need a distraction from our world right now. So lmk what you think and enjoy!!! Read the last part here

Word Count - 5.8k

Warnings - none

Recap:

“How are you?”

You shrug, letting the warmth of the covers encompass your legs. “Won’t know until he talks to me.”

“You’re going to talk to him?” His eyebrows raise, genuine shock on his face. It’s clear he disapproves of your decision, but you decide to brush over it.

“Of course, he’s my best friend.”

“Your best friend who tried to mess up a relationship that’s important to you because he was selfish.” The bite is back in his tone from earlier today, and you’re not sure what to do.

“Gray, he can’t control how he feels. I told you, he’s one of the most important people in my life, of course I’m going to try and fix this.”

“You’ve got to me fucking kidding me.” He rolls his eyes and you huff, disappointed your night wasn’t over yet.

Something told you he’d be keeping you up for much less fun reasons than last night.

***

No matter what you said, Grayson refused to hear you out. And you were fucking pissed. Not only was he refusing to listen to you, he was acting like he had some type of claim to you, as if he could make you choose between him and Jessie.

“Grayson, stop. I’m tired and it’s late, please can I just sleep and we can talk about it in the morning?” You practically beg, your emotions draining you of the little energy you had left. You felt like you were on the verge of tears and you couldn’t handle him being as cold to you as Jessie had been.

“No! He’s just trying to get to you, Y/N. I don’t like the idea of him being with you at school when I’m not there.” The frustration was clear in his voice, his biceps bulging from crossing against his chest. His jaw was clenching as he gave you a hard look, his gaze refusing to let you go.

“You sound like a fucking animal or some shit, Gray! He would never hurt me or anything, I’ve been fine on my own this whole time and-“

“But you’re not alone now,” he cuts in, not letting you finish your sentence. You go to speak again but he beats you to it. “It’s us and strawberry now, not just you. He’s pulling some childish ass shit like this is high school but it’s not! There’s a baby involved, and he is acting like he can just fucking walk in and try and take you away.” By the end of his rant, his chest is rising up and down and his hands are in his hair, pulling at the tips to try and relieve some of the stress and anger in his body.

“Take me away from what? And I’m well aware there is a baby involved, I’m the one carrying it. I’m not a piece of meat or an incubator for you two to fight over. You’re being just as immature as him,” you argue, the annoyance in your body showing through your tinted cheeks. Your tension headache was back, resting behind your eyes and causing you to close them and pinch the bridge of your nose. You’d always experienced your emotions so physically, and it was a blessing and a curse all at once. Right now, though, it felt like just a curse.

“That’s not what I’m doing! I want what’s best for you, and to keep you happy and healthy.” You could tell he was getting tired too, the conviction in his voice weaker as his shoulders slumped.

“Seems like that’s all you and Jessie say, is that you want what’s best for me but no one has asked what I want! Not even once. Somehow you both think you know me better than me.” For the first time tonight, his face softens as he takes in your words. You decide you don’t want to hear it, though. So, you shuffle off the bed as he watches you.

“Y/N, wait. Where-“

“I’ll sleep on the fucking couch because it’s obvious that this was some fake ass fantasy or something. I should have known better than to think this would work,” you huff without looking back. You can hear his protests until you shut the door, but you continue to ignore him as you walk farther and farther from the laundry room, farther from Grayson. The living room is cold and dark, which makes you stub your toe on the side table. You hiss, grabbing the chair as you do your best to keep quiet. Of course you’d stub your toe after having possibly one of the worst days ever, you couldn’t catch a break.

You grab a blanket once you’re recovered, going to the couch to lay down. That’s when you realize you left your phone charging on the bed. You’d have to lay there doing nothing until you could fall asleep. If you could at all, with your racing thoughts and heart still beating quick in your chest.

It felt like you had lost two really important people in the span of hours. You knew Grayson would always be there, but not because he wanted to. He had to. But you also should have seen it coming. It’s rare life was kind to you, and this was no different. You almost start to get mad at yourself for getting your hopes up, your cheeks continuing to radiate heat. You’re sure if you looked in a mirror you’d see red splotches across them. It made you even more mad that you could never hide how you were feeling, you wish you could just be able to not let anyone read you so easily.

Before you know it, you feel a tear fall from your eye and down to the couch. You do your best to stay quiet as they continue to pour out of you, your new reality sinking in and the fear you felt the day you found out slowly coming back like a brick in your stomach. You prayed your baby never had to feel the way you do right now. You knew they wouldn’t, you’d be there. But it still sucks to know there are people who could hurt them.

***

You spend the early morning in the bathroom, your morning sickness worse than it had been in weeks. When you had woken up it felt like you hadn’t even slept. You had a pain in your neck from the hard pillows on the couch and your back hurt from how tense you still were. Getting sick wasn’t helping, either, but at least you knew how to deal with that.

You only perked up when you hear a knock on the door, your head rolling up from where it rested on your shoulder as your body slumped against the wall. You only managed to hum, words too much right now.

“Y/N?”

Grayson’s voice rings through the bathroom, echoing against the tile and porcelain surrounding you. You feel anxiety wash over you again, unable to comprehend having another conversation with him right now. So you merely hum again, confirming that it’s you in the bathroom without engaging with him.

“Are you okay?”

You’re unsure of how you should answer because physically you weren’t okay right now but you’d be fine. Mentally, you weren’t so positive abuot.

You sigh, doing your best to sit up all the way without the help of the wall. Grayson doesn’t like the silence that follows his question, his impatience shining through as he tries to jiggle the handle.

You roll your eyes, one hand gripping the edge of the toilet as you slowly get your feet underneath you to try and stand.

“Y/N, please let me in.”

“What if I’m shitting?” You snap, your voice weak and raspy from your lack of sleep and still raw from when you last got sick.

“I heard you throwing up, please let me help.” His words are quick to fall from his mouth, his stress more apparent to you now that you were less foggy in the head.

“Don’t need it.” You do your best to sound confident, but to your dismay your voice is weak and tired, a reflection of how you feel.

Grayson pauses, deciding what the best route was with you. You always seemed so resistant to help, and he didn’t want to push you but this is what he does. When he cares about people, he wants to make sure they’re okay if there’s anything he can do about it. Between your conversation – alright, fight – last night and how sick you were this morning, he was truly worried about you. He wasn’t always good with his words and let his jealousy take over last night.

“Remember literally two days ago when I said I’d be there with you for all of this? And you agreed? Please let me in.”

By this time, you’d managed to stand, your vision spotted for a second before you were able to orient yourself. You make your way to the door, and before you can even open it yourself he’s pushing it wide open, his eyes wide as they finally fall on your figure. He can see the way you seem smaller, weaker than normal and his chest hurts because of it.

He had come to learn quickly you were a strong willed, confident person. It took a lot to take you down, yet he had managed to do it in the two days you’d spent together. Guilt slowly worked its way from his heart to consume his whole body. He reaches out to you, trying to bring you into a hug. You put your hands on his chest to stop him, and he reluctantly respects your boundaries.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” A baffled laughed passes your chapped lips as you grab the door with one hand, leaning on the door frame so that you can have some type of support as you box him out of the room.

“I’m tired, I feel sick, I’m emotionally drained, and I need a shower. And stop giving me the fucking pity eyes.”

Grayson sighs, his gaze falling from you and finding the ground. He fidgets in front of you, unsure of what to do. He doesn’t pity you but he does want to help.

“I’m done, so if you-“

“Done?” He feels his stomach drop to his ass the moment the words leave your lips. Yeah, he’d been selfish and a bit douchey, but you knew he could be like that sometimes. He didn’t think you’d just end it, not that fast.

“Done puking, I just need some water.”

As soon as he hears your explanation, relief releases his tense muscles a bit.

He nods, resisting the urge to rub your cheek or squeeze your hip before backing up. “Do you want to come downstairs with me?”

Your mouth opens to respond, but no words come out. Honestly, you want nothing more to sit on the couch or in his bed, blankets surrounding you as you do your best to rest. But, you truly weren’t sure if you could get down the stairs. It was hard enough dragging your legs to the bathroom door, and downstairs was a lot farther than that.

Grayson raises his brow, still waiting for a response. He had taken a step away from you to start walking, but stopped when he noticed your lack of an answer to his question.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll just stay in here.” You nod, as if it would make sense to hang out in the bathroom even though you’d already told him you weren’t going to be sick again.

“What’s happening, please tell me,” Grayson begs softly, the concern coming back through his body as he watches you contemplate your words carefully.

“I just,” you shrug, your brain foggy once again as it has to work hard to talk to him, “I’m tired.”

“So then come lay down on the couch, I’ll bring you some water,” he reasons.

You shake your head, unable to look at him. Admitting weakness was hard enough, but after last night it felt impossible to do with him.

“Why not?” He does his best not to get frustrated, or sound it at least.

“Too tired,” you mumble, forcing the words out so you could end the conversation as soon as possible.

“Too tired to go downstairs?” You simply nod, grateful he finally got what you were saying.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, he’s walking back to you and reaching around to turn off the lights. He wraps an arm under yours, his hand finding your waist like it was meant to be there always. Your arm falls from the door to hold his shoulder as you give in, the idea of being on the couch too pleasant to pass up.

He guides you slowly and after every step you continue to lean on him more and more. He was warm and strong, the totally opposite of how you felt right now. It annoyed you he could still make you feel good even when he’d pissed you off, he shouldn’t hold that power over you already.

He gets you situated on the couch, watching you put the blanket over your lap. He looks about ready to speak, but decides against it and getting you a glass of water instead. When he comes back, you graciously accept it with a small smile, the cool condensation on the cup managing to make your head clear a bit.

Grayson stands awkwardly near you, fiddling with his fingers as he debates whether or not to sit with you. After a minute of watching you sip your water, he lets himself get comfortable on the couch, a good foot or two between you two.

You keep your gaze at the blank TV, letting the water soothe your throat. You’re sure your eyes were still puffy from crying last night, but you hope he thinks it’s related to being pregnant or something.

“So are we just not gonna talk about it?” His gruff voice comes from deep within his chest, like he didn’t want the words to come out.

“What’s there to say?” You can’t even bring yourself to look at him as you say it, knowing that no matter his reaction, you’d be disappointed.

“Y/N,” he sighs and you hear him shifting to turn to you. “I’m sorry.”

You nod, biting your lip and continuing to act like the rest of the room is so much more interesting than looking at him. Even if he means it, you’re not sure what to say. All you expected was to be treated with respect, and you feel like he didn’t do that. How would he treat your kid? You just didn’t know him well enough to trust he won’t, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

Once Grayson realizes you’re not going to respond verbally, he reaches out to grab your forearm lightly. You pull away, taking another drink of water.

“Y/N, come on.”

You roll your eyes, your anger quickly building again.

“What, Grayson? You apologize once for making me feel like shit for caring about my friend because you’re jealous so now I have to forgive you and act like everything is good? We’ve barely known each other for a few months, not even two. How am I supposed to know this won’t be my life forever with you? And our baby? You don’t own me or get to control me just because I’m pregnant with your kid. So I don’t have anything to say right now, not until I know that’s not you.” You shake your head, disappointed you even have to be saying this to him at all.

As the silence drags on after your words slowly ring in both of your ears, you finally look at him. He looks smaller, less like the tan, buff, LA douche you were used to seeing. He was exhausted, his arms wrapped around his torso as if to hug himself as he let each of your words sink into him.

He didn’t know what to say to make you feel otherwise because he gets it. From your point of view, he looks like an asshole who only cares about keeping you to himself. And a teeny tiny part of him knew that was a little bit true. He didn’t like the idea of your being with anyone else. But he also knew you were right about the fact that you barely knew each other and that you truly didn’t know that that he was different. He was shit at understanding his emotions sometimes and even worse at expressing them.

“You’re right,” he sighs, deciding that admitting he was wrong would be a good start at least.

Your mouth opens to bite back, but you immediately close it when you hear his admission rather than a defense. “I sounded like a dick last night. I let my emotions get the best of me, which is something that happens a lot. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I wanted to control you, I don’t want to.”

You can slowly feel the tension in your chest unravel, your muscles relaxing a bit. You slump more into the couch, resting your head on the top to look at him sideways. You weren’t ready to go back to how you were, but it was nice to know he could at least admit when he was wrong. And he was definitely communicating more than the other guy who’d thrown a wrench in your friendship.

It had been total radio silence from Jessie since last night. You assumed it would stay like that for a bit, until he was ready to talk so you were going to give him space. You just hoped that would be before graduation.

“Well, good,” you huff, still doing your best to sound pissed even though you’re just tired now.

“Wanna have a nap?” He asks.

You purse your lips, unsure of what to say. Honestly, you’d love to sleep for another ten hours, but you weren’t sure you wanted to sleep with him again.

“The sheets are new, I can make you some food while you sleep,” he offers.

“I’ll sleep, but you don’t have to cook anything for me. Not into the idea of food right now.” He doubted that you meant it, knowing how much you hated his help, but by the look on your face you meant your words. You’d unintentionally let a look of disgust take over your features at the thought of eating anything.

He nods, standing and holding a hand out to you to help you stand. You take it reluctantly, standing and grabbing your water. He takes the almost empty cup from you after letting go of your hand. You can feel the empty presence all too fast again when he walks away, hating how you missed the feeling of him being near you.

Before you let it consume you, you walk to the laundry room and get comfy in his covers. If he was gonna let you be in here, you were gonna make the most of it. He walks back in with your water and places it on the bed side table.

“Thank you,” you mumble, looking up at him.

He smiles at you, his cheeks turning pink at the thoughts that immediately run through his mind. You looked absolutely adorable, his comforter up to your chin seeing as you had cocooned yourself in his blankets. You were cute and in his bed and it overwhelmed him.

“Don’t worry about it. Now please rest.”

And that’s what you did. You spent most of the day and night relaxing, hanging out with Ethan a bit in the afternoon but otherwise that was it. Some of the awkwardness had lifted from around you and Grayson, but there was still a lot of apprehension between the both of you. If you didn’t know where you stood before, you definitely had no clue now.

So when you had to leave for school the next morning it was bitter sweet. You were going to miss both the twins, but you were excited to get back to your apartment with people you loved and just an environment your felt comfortable in. It was much easier to act like everything was normal there.

***

You’d practice doing this since you were young. It was a response to anything that could hurt you. You run, avoid, ignore anything that can hurt you. You shut it out to protect yourself, the pain you’ve experienced already enough for at least ten people. It became a habit at that point. So when people had the potential to hurt you, you shut down completely. You’d avoid them, create distance, put up a wall to try and maintain some type of happiness.

And Grayson was no different.

Your last few months were busy at school, sure, but you couldn’t lie and say that was why you barely spoke to him. You shut him out, kept yourself protected from anything else he could do to hurt you.

It was hard at first. He’s irresistible, and not just in a physical way (although that didn’t help with all your hormones). He was charming and funny and just an enjoyable person to be around. But everything he’d said to you when you had been with him in the city and that night rang through your mind whenever you questioned what you were doing. You were merely doing what was best for yourself. Right?

So daily facetimes went to phone calls a few times a week, texts became about baby tips he found online, Pinterest recipes to help relieve your seemingly constant heartburn, and once in a while updates about his life. A small part of you was happy the hard thing had already happened. He could go back to his LA life and start acting how he would once your baby was born.

Right now you were more focused on your friendship with Jessie. It had taken him two weeks to talk to you, and it had felt like the longest two weeks of your life. But finally he came over and explained everything he had been feeling. He apologized for what happened in Jersey, and things almost went back to normal. You didn’t see him as much and things were still a bit awkward, but you were friends. And that’s all you could want right now.

When graduation rolled around, you were pretty happy again. You’d even been able to find a loose dress to hide your stomach that looked a little bit bigger than when you’d joke around with your friends about being pregnant after a big meal, pushing your stomach out and laughing together. Except you were really pregnant this time, and you weren’t forcing your tummy out at all. If anything, you did everything you could to hide it. That meant dresses everyday no matter what.

You’d had to tell your roommates, because you weren’t about to stop wearing comfy clothes when you were home. They were all beyond excited and made you happy to have a banana sized baby growing in you.

It only became strikingly obvious when you were celebrating graduation a week later at Jessie’s house with his family and friends, a gathering in the backyard as the warm May sun shone down on you all. You were grateful for the fact that another flowy dress would be appropriate for the party, but not having even one drink to celebrate something you’d worked so hard to accomplish? People were catching on, and fast.

Jessie’s mom was the first one to ask you something. You decided it was about time to start telling people, your 20-week mark only a couple of days away.

Before she could do more than congratulate you, an all too familiar voice called your name from behind you. You turned to see Grayson, trailed by Ethan and their mom.

You were completely frozen, unsure of what to do or say. Sure, you’d been talking on the phone a couple times a week, but you always kept it short and about the baby. You don’t even remember what you had told Grayson about your mended friendship with Jessie and if he knew you’d be here or not.

In what seems like a flash you’re now alone with him, Jessie’s mom busying herself with Ethan and Lisa.

“Hi.”

Somehow his greeting is more awkward than the first time you met him. Or the first time you saw him when you’d been pregnant with the baby. This was definitely the worst one so far, and you hated it. It didn’t sit well with you.

“Hey,” you murmur, your heart rate picking up as you fiddle with your hands in front of you.

“You look…” His eyes fall to your stomach that is more pronounced due to the way your arms almost frame it, the color of your yellow sundress almost making you glow in his eyes.

“Fat? Bloated? Like I could float away like a balloon?” You suggest.

His eyes widen, his hands coming up to physically show his disagreement. “No, not at all. Pregnant, yeah. But also really good.”

You nod, a tight smile on your lips as you watch the rest of the party continue. A part of you wished you could be like the rest of them, their lives going as planned while you stood here with your baby daddy who you were friendly with? Friends even? But you wanted more? But you also didn’t.

Well, you did but you were scared. But it’s easier to say you don’t. That’s what you’d told your roommates, that you weren’t interested in him. Payton saw right through it, of course, but didn’t question you.

“Can we talk somewhere else?” You knew you should have seen in coming, but it still made you want to shit bricks when he asked you that.

“Yeah, sure. No bathrooms, though.”

Your joke makes him chuckle, your spirits lifting a bit at that. It gave you the tiniest bit of hope that this wasn’t how it always had to be with him, that one day you guys could do more than just be awkward.

He brings his hand to your lower back to guide you into the house. He brings you to a guest room, the one you were staying in. You wondered if he knew you’d be in this room, but you’re sure he just knew this was a place you could be alone.

“When’s our next appointment?” He asks, and you cringe.

You’re unsure of how you feel about how he asked that. You’re grateful he was involved, and that he cared. It’s more than you expected originally. However, he gets to ride through this relatively unscathed. You’re the one getting poked and prodded, growing a baby in the first place. Especially with the distance over the past few months, it felt like he was less involved than you’d originally anticipated. You have been prepping for it to be you and your baby alone, and he’d pop in whenever he was free. But for him to come in and just assume it was a “we” and “our” situation when he decided to show up wasn’t sitting well with you.

“Wednesday, the 13th.”

He nods, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting his elbows on his knees to support his jaw with his hands. “Is it the appointment we find out the baby’s gender? I googled it was supposed to be the 20 week appointment, but what’d the doctor say last time?”

He’d missed the last appointment over Easter, and you had gone alone. Again, not surprising and it didn’t feel good. But, he had life in LA to attend to.

“We can if we want to, yeah.”

“Do you want to?”

You stop fiddling with your fingers, your gaze falling to him. “Not really, no.”

He lifts his head to look at you, his brows raised in surprise. “Really?”

You nod. “Gender reveals and stuff are stupid. I’m not dressing our baby based on their gender or decorating their room by it or anything. I just want a healthy, happy baby. Boy or girl,” you shrug, bending your arms to wrap them around your stomach somewhat protectively.

He takes in a deep breath, considering your words.

“I feel a bit dumb now.”

A short giggle leaves your lips breathlessly as you quirk your brow. “Why?”

He groans, falling back onto the bed and covering his face with his hands, dragging them over his skin as he puts off his answer as long as possible.

“I might, uh, might have already started a Pinterest board for gender reveal ideas.”

Before you can control it, your laughter bubbles up out of your chest. The idea of the broad man laid out in front of you sitting hunched over his computer and adding probably some of the weirdest gender reveals he could find to his long list of gathered ideas. You wondered if he had a funny name for it, or if he just called in gender reveal.

“I can’t lie, I’m just not into it. We could just have a normal baby shower, still. I’m sure there’s plenty of Pinterest content for that.” Another groan falls from Grayson before he sits up again, facing you. His cheeks are pink and his shoulder are slumped as he looks at you, his eyes falling to your stomach.

“You’re right, and we can still play so many of the stupid games like pin the umbilical cord on the baby.”

You immediately start laughing again, gripping the dresser for support as you cover your mouth with your free hand. “Grayson what the fuck is in your search history?”

“Shut up, I’m excited,” he pouts, but it’s clear he’s trying to hide a smile.

You two settle down and the air quickly becomes tense again. You stood there awkwardly as he picked at his shorts.

“So…”

You look up at the sound of his voice, waiting for him to continue.

“What are you doing now that you’ve graduated?”

Ah yes, the question you’ve somehow managed to dodge with vague answers this whole time. Really, you had no clue. Jessie had said you could live with him until you got yourself on your feet, and you had been applying to jobs this whole time. However, for every phone interview you got and asked about maternity leave, you somehow never got a call back again. You decided you didn’t want to work somewhere that didn’t value the health and family members of their employees, but that narrowed your findings down to basically nothing.

You had money saved from working through high school and college, but not enough to support yourself and a baby until you could go to work and afford a nanny. It was looking a bit grim, to say the least.

You shrug, turning to face the mirror to watch yourself speak rather than to look at him. “Not sure, been applying for jobs but nothing’s panned out.”

“Are you trying to work in the city?”

“Yeah, most opportunities there.”

“Starting after the baby is born, right?”

You turn back, raising a brow. You know you had talked about that when you first found out you were pregnant, but that just wasn’t realistic now. As in, now you were in reality and not a fictional fairy tale where a prince charming named Grayson Dolan swoops you off your feet and brings you to his lavish castle to dote on your every need.

“What?” He can see the thoughts racing through your mind and he’s desperate to know what you were thinking. You always did this, had about a million thoughts and said maybe one of them.

“Can’t just wait until then, I’m not a freeloader. I need money to live, to raise the baby once they’re born. Save for a nanny so I can work in the first place.”

He shakes his head at that, his face hardening. “No nanny, we can raise our baby on our own.”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “How?”

“I told you, you don’t have to worry about any of that stuff. I got it covered.”

“Oh yeah? So, you just get us an apartment for me and the baby to live in while you live it up in LA and I’m here alone with our kid? Do you really think that of me?”

“Y/N, no,” he defends, standing up. “I’m – I’m working on it, okay? Stop insisting you’re alone, and that you’re going to be alone. You’re not, I’m here.”

You roll your eyes, running your tongue over your teeth to try and decide how you want to go about this. How can he still make it sound like everything will be fine?

“I won’t be alone when it’s convenient for you, but what happens the rest of the year?” You challenge.

The vein in his neck bulges and he looks like he’s doing everything he can to contain his anger. “Why are you so set on me being the bad guy, Y/N? You’re the one who pushed me away and stopped sharing your life with me, you’re then one who sounds like she doesn’t want me here. I’ll literally move back to Jersey full time if that’s what’s best for us!”

“Because you can’t! That’s not your life, you have to be in LA, you and Ethan both do. And I can’t invest myself in you knowing that your life will never be here, with us. I have to protect myself, and our baby.”

Your words clearly affect him, the hurt shooting across his face. His eyes refuse to leave you, his hands reaching out to you.

“Y/N, no. You don’t have to protect yourself from me.”

You step back, your back hitting the dresser as you try to keep some type of distance between you guys.

“Of course I do. We spent, like, two days together and you expected me to drop my best friend for you. If us raising a baby together would have worked, we would have found a groove by now. We would have to respect each other, and our separate lives, to join together to raise this baby. But you can’t even recognize how your life will impact our baby and how I can’t just shape my life to make you comfortable.”

He sucks a breath in, his thoughts racing through his head a mile a minute. He had no clue how much you’d misinterpreted what happened with Jessie and how much you were unaware of how flexible he could be with his job and how much him and Ethan were looking to come back to the east coast anyways. And most importantly, he had no idea you were unaware of how much he cared about you, your happiness, health, and well-being.

But before he can say any of that, you’re walking towards the door.

‘Y/N-“

“No. It’s Jessie’s fucking graduation party, we’re not going to ruin it.”

And with that you were out the door, not even looking back at him.

Read the next part here!

[zuffer-weird-girl]

This was most inspired to one of the post of @keigos-dove about overhaul having a nightmare. This will contain PTSD and what I think was Chisaki past so if you don't like it don't force yourself to read it. Enjoy.

... What happened to this room?

The most confusing part is that he didn't know how the hell he ended up on there. He swore he just layed down to sleep a few minutes ago.

Also, where the hell were you?

He looked around for a second and scoffed at the familiarity of the room itself, it reminded him of the place he once used to live...

He took a few hesitating steps and scoffed at seing some broken plates on the floor while looking around at the mess... Clearly people didn't know how to properly clean neither how to keep things organized.

A woman's yell made him flinch before he brought his hands to cover both of his ears at the torturous sound.

Why did it hurt so much? Listening to this..?

More yelling. More shouting. There were people in there. Arguing. Badly.

"Just ignore it..." he muttered to himself before sitting on something...

Wait. He was just in hall. How the hell did he ended up on a room?

He opened his eyes and slowly took his hands away from his ears and widened his eyes at seing how... big everything looked.

"What the-?" He stopped talking at listening that his voice wasn't the same as before, it looked weak, raspy... childish even.

He looked around the room and felt that his whole body turned to pure and cold ice at seing he was in.... his bedroom.

He hesitantly got up from where he was sitting... now that he noticed it was the floor, and found some books he used to read it only as a kid.

"THAT RUNT IS A CURSE TO OUR FAMILY!" the thundering shout of the man made him tremble, but his stoic face remained the same despites his eyes being wide open.

Only one person called him that his entire life... no, impossible. He was-

"Oh would you calm the fuck down already?!" A woman's voice yelled and he immediately cringed at the vulgarity "We already solved that problem he make so just sit your ass down and stop complaining like a bitch!"

"I JUST RECEIVED A FUCKING CALL FROM THE POLICE AND CHILDREN'S CARE BECAUSE OF THAT KID! HE IS CURSED WE NEED TO GET RID OF HIM! OUR REPUTATION IS ON THE FUCKING LINE!"

His breath started to quick involuntarily as he placed his hand to grip onto his shirt.

This is not real. Just a hallucination, nothing of this is happening again, is just a side effect of some disease surely-

He flinched at hearing the door hitting the walls and his biological father came from the other side, his mother only standing on the door frame with arms crossed and a frown on her face.

Do something. Anything.

"Do you know how much problem you put us into runt? And you just stay there. Reading your books like nothing happened?!"

"I didn't thought that I would kill-"

"You didn't thought but you did! You're cursed by the devil Kai. A curse in our goddamn lifes... not only you had to have a mental illness but a threating one too?!"

His words made him want to vomit while he controled his anger. He wasn't sick. Not like most of the society was.

"Not going to fucking answer? ANSWER ME RUNT! IS A ORDER!" He lifted his fist and that's when Kai extended his hand to block the many attacks that were about to come as he shouted as well.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" the shout was high pitched and he cringed at hearing his once voice as he falled to the ground and closed his eye tightly.

A bloody scream from his mothed made him open his eyes and all he saw was red.

Red... blood of the man he had disgust of calling it father as the remains of the body were on the ground.

He shakily standed up and looked at his trembling arms with wide eyes in oure horror.

It was on him... his skin was burning at the contact... he needed to get it off. Get off of his skin.

He started to scrub one of his arms desperately but the fluid just wouldn't come out of his skin, no matter how much he scrubbed it just wouldn't left his skin.

He dared to look at his mother for assistance but the woman only screamed again before running to get a phone.

He followed her numbly but still trying to get that thing off.

Disgusting... it was all over him.... he didn't wanted this..!

"M-Mom I didn't wanted it-" the woman flinches and grabbed her phone like her life depended on it and pick it up a knife from the kitchen and ained at him.

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER TO ME! HE WAS RIGHT YOU'RE CURSED! HOW COULD YOU KILL YOUR OWN FATHER?!"

Her yells seemed to echo in his head as he brought his hands to his ears to block the noise but the burning and disgusting feeling on his skin wouldn't go away.

"I... didn't... want it to-" more yells and the sudden sound of sirens surrounded him and his eyes were already tearing up at this point as he kneeled on the floor... helpless.

The sounds were hell but his urge to get just yank that thing off of his skin was stronger.

He started to use his short nails to see if the blood would come out but it wouldn't... only dirtied his fingers even more but he couldn't stop rubbing them, his skin already burning and bleeding itself from the irritation.

He couldn't handle this anymore... he needed to let it out... it was stuck on his chest.... he needed to...

To...

~

You just left your room to get a cup of water. You were surprised that you could get out of the bed and don't disturb your boyfriend, since he was a light sleeper, he would almost always just groggily open one of his eyes and asks 'where the hell are you going?'.

Maybe he was just really tired. Is not a surprise, since he worked harder than anyone else in this building.

Just when you brought the glass to your lips, you flinched at the thundering bloody shout that came from your room.

You flinched at the strength but threw your glass at the sink and ran towards your room to see what in all heavens had happened.

Kai never was once the type of man to shout, especially in this way that you just heard... only in extreme situations he would do this.

You barged in the room, breathing heavily as you looked for Chisaki around the room.

Your heart felt at ease when you found his back turned towards you but immediately dropped to your stomach at hearing his hushed whispers and the desperately and furiously way he was rubbing at his right arm.

"Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off-" you heart broke at the sign of your boyfriend, usually always carrying his ego high and arrigant way of talking, whispering in such a helpless and pitiful way..

You aproached slowly and made the mistake of touching his shoulder... He immediately flinched away and slapped your hand away and dare you say almost overhaul it.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" You arched one eyebrow in confusion, that sentence wasn't the way your Chisaki uses to yell, it didn't let you feeling scared for your life.

It was more like a... pleading..?

"Kai?"

"Out. Get out. Get out. I will just kill you get out. I didn't mean it. I swear on my life I didn't mean it to kill him." He said between breaths as he still rubbed furiously his skin.

His eyes were wide open but they weren't there... still caged on the horror he had just seen it.

Ignoring the slight burn on your hand you tried to aproach him again, rubbing your tears away, you sitted a bit far away from him.

"Kai." You called but yet no answer "Kai Chisaki. Love, can you hear me?"

To your relief and surprise he nodded slowly.

"Breath in and out Kai. Slowly, you're going to hyperventilate this way." He surprisingly followed your commands without a complain but still continue rubbing at his arms.

"Love please stop the rubbing, you're going to hurt yourself." You aproached slowly but he shook his head violently at that.

"It won't come out." He whispered in horror and disgust, while you only got more confused "No matter how much I scrub, no matter how much I try to clean it... it won't come out. I'm dirty. Im filfh. I'm cursed." His breath started to quick again as his scratched all of the skin in his arm... all of this with that tone of voice of his...

You didn't care if he overhauled you or anything else, you couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much at seing your boyfriend in such a state.

You enveloped your arms around his frame tightly as you burried your face on his neck, already expecting the worst...

But again, he surprised you by only flinching slightly as he took a big breath in and slowly turned his head to you... stopping the furious scratching.

Oh god... it was bleeding.

"...(Y/n)?" He whispered, like he just notice your presence.

You nodded, trying to gulp down the sob and ignore the warm tears slidding down your cheeks.

Chisaki just stared numbly at you for a few seconds before taking in where he exactly was, slowly looking down at his arm and scoffing at the sign.

He used his quirk before dropping both arms on his knees as his head hung low.

"... Nightmare." He broked the silence with his monotonous voice "Is strange isn't it? How such a childish thing... can still torment a adult's mind..." you hugged him tighter as you noticed the waterdrops falling from his face.

"It happens with the best of us my devil... but seing how we can still surpass them and follow with our lifes is a signal of abnormal strength." You said gently.

His shoulders began to tremble while some unwanted sobs sticked to his throat as he brought his gloved hand to block the tears.

"Disgusting... absolutely hideous..."

At this point you already know he was reffering to himself as he furiously rubbed the tears away from his eyes, getting more irritaded at noticing that more were appearing.

You sighed before you brought you two to lay on your backs on the bed, despite his strenght you brought his head close to the crook of your neck, this way he could hide the tears for gow much longer he wanted.

He let out a angry sob as he circled his arms around your waist and just accepted your silent offer.

"I despise this." He growled, his teeth sinking on each other as a attempt to stop the tears.

He felt your hand slowly coming to the back of his head and starting to carresing in the most gentle and careful way as possible.

"I know... but you can let it all out. No one is going to see neithed judge Kai. I swear." You placed your lips on his hair and kissed slightly before mumbling in his hair.

"I got your back hon... just like you protect me, I will protect you from your own demons... is that okay?" You asked while he let out a angry cry.

"Goddammit you're only making it worse." He cried more on your neck but you smiled no less, noticing that he trusted you enough to be in this state.

After a few minutes he had calmed down from his attack and just stayed there on your neck, golden eyes open as he was lost in thoughts.

You stopped carresing his hair for only to pick your cellphone to check the time, but a growl of his while a gloved hand just grabbed yours to place quite abruptly back on his head stopped you.

"I was just going to check the tim-"

"Neither of us have anything important tommorow so its clearly not necessary." The vibrations that his voice on you neck were enough to send pleased shivers through your whole body.

"... do you want to... talk about it?" He lifted his head fo send a judgmental glare at you.

It didn't had the same effect since his eyes were still puff red but let him be.

"Do I look like I want to talk about it?" He growled while you only lifted your hands up in defence, even despite bsing layed down.

"Just offered." He sighed out loud before laying his head on your chest, grabbing your hand again to place on the back of his head.

"I just need to forget what happened. Nothing else." He muttered while you hummed in understatement, smilling down at him while slidding your fingers delicately through his dark brow hair looks.

"You aren't cursed." You whispered suddenly, worried already at how his muscles tensed at the words.

"You're more like a blessing in my life..." you giggled before you looked down at the tuff of his hair, since he decided it was more pleasant for him to look away from you, laying his left side of his face.

"Have any idea how much I love you? Chisaki Kai?" His arms tighten a bit before he scoffed and looked at you in false annoyance.

"Is that the only sentence you know?" You giggled before surprised kissing the tip of his nose, adoring the way he widened his eyes at the action.

"But i love you!" You singed before attempting to kiss him again, only to be met with one of his gloved palms and a eyebrow of his lifted up.

"Enough."

You looked at him innocently before kissing his gloved palm, muttering again tge sentence that left his face on a adoravke shade if slight pink.

"For God's sake that's enough." He growled but you smiled widely at noticing that his own was growing.

"You loved it! Don't lie!"

"More like I atture." He got up before he sighed in annoyance that you had followed him and just locked your arms around his neck.

"I will not let go until you admit it." You said giggling while he rolled his eyes in false irritation.

"Admit what? That you're like a leech?" He half regretted saying this after the moment you playfully scoffed and just decided to assalt his face with tiny kisses.

"(Y/N) I swear to God stop that-" He said irritated but you were smiling like a maniac at seing he was holding back to not smile himself.

"Admit it!" You gave a raspberry on his cheek while he tried to oush you away.

"Oh that's just enough." He growled before he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand of his and pinned you on the bed and underneath him.

"Ops..." you muttered with a goofy smirk while he scoffed as he rolled those beautiful golden eyes.

He got close to your face, lips almost brushing yours as he whispered so quietly that if you weren't so close you could've had miss it.

"I love you so much my angel." You blushed furiously and looked up at him in both surprise and glee.

"My, aren't you adorable with that color?" He mused sarcastically but his face was stoic as ever.

"This is the effect that you have on me." He smiled down at you, really smiled this time as he brushed a few straws of your hair away form your fore head and placed a chaste kiss before lowering down to cover his lips with yours.

The nightmare was completely forgotten. As long as he had his angel on his arms he would be... just fine.

[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.

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