#like please give me the reference sheets im in tears

[blu-cosmos]

I wanted to do somethin for like pride month but of course I had to procrastinate on it until like the last damn day!!!! I swear the only thing I learnt and honed in school is the art of procrastinating. Screw timezones, cause Im on time in mine!!! it's still june 30!!! So here is my contribution to Pride month!!!!!!!!

Gay robots featuring cyclonus and tailgate!! I love them so damn much you dont even know (Don't look at the hands, ik it's terrible)

This would not have been possible w/o @/robot-reference, fr doing gods work

So i spent like a few days just studying them this month just so I could draw them together AHBSHbKHBS Maybe I'll render it better tmrw or later idk.

My cupioromantic ass just looks at these two and wishes I could have the thing they have :,)

[kurikurikur1]

you all loved my choso fic, so here's catboy/half-cat!choso (who'll ill refer to as just catboy) as a late christmas gift <3

sfw/nsfw:; RATED-R, masterbation, overstimulation, sub!choso, praise kink—etc.

(⁠✷sfw≈

Catboy!choso, who is obsessed with how your soft hands touch him. He loves your touch, his ears twitching—purring loudly as you scratch in-between his ears, the pad of your thumb caressing the line over his nose, his eyes dilated close when your hand comes lower to the bottom of his chin, stroking the skin softly, he leans in, licking the side of your hand affectionately as his shifty eyes stare at you—satisfied.

Catboy!choso who's a little flirtatious here and there—his tail curling around you slightly whenever you two pass by, or how his eyes intentionally shift to show that he needed some pets—ended up giving you a sultry glare that you called him out on, he squirms—his knuckles and cheeks burn up a pink hue, blush dusting over them clearly.

catboy!choso, who doesn't want to be a burden and helps as much as he could when he sees you working or doing a chore—his polite smiles and slightly capable hands move over to finish sweeping the floor for you—or how he tries to tell you that he could help doing your work—oh well, he's learning.

catboy!choso, when needy, and clingy (and perhaps showing signs that he's in heat), climbs on your lap and whines out: "want pets. Please." ears down and his head pressing against the side of your chest, trying to indulge much of you as he can before you finally give in and give him the scratches he deserves.

—nsfw under the cut >☆`

nsfw≈⊰⁠⊹ฺ

catboy!choso, during his heat, lying on the soft and comfy sheets with you—shows signs of his clear situation, humping your side needly as he let out a string of whines, cheeks now red-hot while his face is scrunched, cock throbbing hard with need to breed you and stuff your cunt full of his cum—dripping out of your sweet pussy. His cat tail wraps around your leg letting out a couple of thrusts, trying to mimic the motion of thrusting into you, he just can't help it, you're so irresistible.

catboy!choso who's scared he'll get lectured when he hears you wake up, arms still hugging your waist as he slows down his pace, instead lightly grinding against your ass—an alarm goes off, an alarm you set for the right timing of when choso's in his heat. Poor little boy, you'll definitely punish him when he grinds on you without your permission.

Catboy!choso—who, to his surprise, you actually don't scold him, being used to his heat and the multiple times hes filled you with his seed, you didn't mind his needy behavior of wanting to breed you.

Catboy!choso, he begs—"please, please— let me breed you...p- please, baby.."

he whines, you groggily sit up in the plush bed, your pussy secretly throbbing in excitement—you tell him to sit up as well—Catboy!choso who is obedient, follows your orders, sitting up beside you as he pulls down his loose pajamas, revealing his pulsating cock, painfully needs relief—the tip angry, turning red. He whines again—"I- Im sorry- I- I just couldn't help myself-" he apologizes erratically, his hands playing with his fingers as he looked down—embaressed.

after a few call backs on telling him it's nothing to be ashamed of and its normal—getting him by saying you didn't mind and liked taking care of his 'problem', a few minutes go by and you're on your back, shirt pulled up not enough to take it off you but to reveal your soft breasts, bouncing at his every thrust as a sweaty, naked Catboy!choso, desperately shoving his large cock inside your tight hole, trying to feel all of you as his eyes threatened to drop a tear from the overwhelming pleasure.

he whimpers—"a -am I doing g-good? p- please tell me I- I'm doing good baby I-" he grunts as your squishy cunt clenches tight around veiny cock, swallowing his dick even deeper just enough so his tip overworking hard pushing out all its pre-cum hitting the cervix of your pussy, god he could cry right now from how good your cunt feels, Catboy!choso swears that your cunt is so tight that he can almost taste it.

he cums instantly when you praise him—"you're doing soooo good cho.." with that soft cock-drunk smile on your face—his creamy white seed filling every crevice of your plush, pink-pussy walls, painting your insides white as he actually lets out a stream of tears at the intense orgasm, trying to urgently catch more as he tries to shove, stuff you with more of him by fucking his cum inside you deeper, letting out blabbered confessions out his mouth that he didn't even mean to say out to you—words that would leave him shy and bashful, his eyes widened further when he felt your cum bursting all over his cock, your soft controlled moans right in his ear, the feeling too much as he cums another load into you, cock vigorously overstimulated.

≈{˘time skipミ☆

"t- thank you..thank you.. thank you.." he whispers softly, cheeks slightly tinted as he hugs your tired form from all the breeding you both had done last night, kissing the side of your neck as he tries to come even closer to you. "B- baby.."

"I think my heat's not o- over yet-"

hello! Merry Christmas i hope you all are doing well<3, i think i went overboard with my details here- I do not own the mdni but owner told no need credit was okay♡! Please go support: @arminsumi! Some info here and there—If you wanna be tagged on my next fic or any other character's fic, please go ahead and dm me privately for it or simply comment so you can be on the taglist:) happy holidays everyone<3

ps. freaked out i thought i deleted my draft 😭

[wrathofrats]

Day 6. Cream pie/pegging

Prompts by @kroas-adtam !!

Ifrit x mist

Ifrit begs mist to peg him. Mist makes the situation as bad as possible for him.

1k Featuring: fake cum, humiliation/degro (as usual, y’all know what you’re here for) forcefem, using the word cunt/Pussy to refer to ifrit but he’s cis. Calling him a virgin. Cream pie. I really ran with the mist idea here huh. Also mist is a stone top because I said so.

Mist has always been a particular brand of compelling.

She’s often the voice of leadership behind alpha, often is the one who makes sure everyone is where they need to be and that they’re doing what they need to be doing. She completely revels in being in charge, especially being around such large, stoic ghouls.

So when ifrit comes to her door, unable to look her in the eyes asking her to fuck him?

She can barely stop herself from making the situation as bad as possible for him.

Though she’s sure that’s why ifrit is there, why would he ask her of all ghouls?

“You’re asking me to fuck you? Don’t want the real thing do you, you want me” she all but smiles and laughs.

Though Ifrit is easily over a foot taller than her, he feels small. Feels embarrassed about asking for it. He nods meekly.

“Be useful then. Strip, lay on the bed”

He scrambles over himself to listen to her. Easily rids himself of his clothing and lays down against her soft sheets, already half hard. It’s still a shameful feeling to be completely exposed while he watches mist intently start to put on her strap on, still completely clothed. He assumed she would stay like that. Always one to try and add any bit of extra shame if she could, to solidify her position in charge. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that it turned him on even more.

It’s not until he sees what she’s picked out for him that he realizes what her plan actually is.

The dildo she picked out was large and thick, a blue color, but that’s not what caught his attention.

It was the large syringe that was attached to it.

“Do you like it?” Mist catches his eye. It’s not hard to notice how ifrit blushes with the idea of what she has planned for him. A particular heat of knowing mist was going to fill him up with a fake simulated cum, the fact that mist was going to fill him at all, and that she planned for this?

Before ifrit could realize it mist was already kneeling on the bed beside him. She looked amused, like she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Oh, are you excited? Want me to fill your cunt?” Her voice is quiet, low and sultry. Ifrit doesn’t respond, attempts to redirect his gaze.

“Is that not what you want? If you’re not grateful for what i have for you, I’m more than welcome to give it to someone more deserving”

“No, please” ifrit squeaks out.

“Then say it. Tell me how much you want it” he can’t. The words don’t come out.

“Ifrit I don’t like to play games, tell me how much you want me to fill your cunt or you are welcome to leave” she’s being cruel, she’s knows that. But it’s so satisfying to see ifrit come undone beneath her at the simple feminine terms, being treated like her bitch. She’s absolutely running with the power trip and she knows that.

“Mist … please just fuck me don’t make me please” he whines. If mist was any dumber she would’ve believed there may have been tears in his eyes.

“Say it. I won’t ask again”

“Fuck- mist, please fill my cunt”

“There’s a good boy”

Mist starts to work her fingers into him, slow and thoughtfully. She humS thoughtfully,

"or are you my good girl tonight?" It’s a tone that's purely mocking.

Ifrit gets real flustered over it too,

“no.” he barely chokes it out. “ im not a good girl.“

“Oh? Well I only fuck good girls” mist retracts her hand and ifrit practically lunges to try to and keep her in place.

He stammers, curses, his tail wraps around her wrist

and he buries his face in the bed and tries to mumble it once,

“Speak up”

"fuck Mist, i-i'll be a good girl just give it to me-“ he groans.

“There you go, was that so hard?” Mist just smiles at him and once again starts to work her fingers in him, slow punctuated movements.

“Mist please just fuck me already” he begs

“I’ve gotta stretch you out baby, your cunt is so tight, no one ever fuck you properly?”

Every single thing goes straight to his head. Loosening his grip on coherency. He doesn’t even respond to her, just tries to stifle a pathetic whimper he knows she would chastise him for if he decided to be as loud as he wants to be.

“No? Never had a cock up this tight pussy of yours?” Her smile is down right sadistic as ifrit squirms under the words. She continues to pick at the fraying threads of his sanity, like it’s a game. She likely believes it is.

“Oh …. So you’re a virgin sweetheart?”

Ifrits hand flys to cover his mouth as he tries not to sob at the words. He bites down on his tongue and tries to focus on his breathing. Tries not to cry for her, though he knows she would love that. He borders on wanting to beg for it pathetically or not give her the satisfaction, though knowing mist she will pull it out of him one way or another.

“Wow, you poor thing.” She tsks. A mocking sympathy. “So I get to pop my good girls cherry?”

Ifrit fully sobs at the statement

He doesn’t look up at her, knows she probably has a sadistic grin as she starts to assemble her strap on, he can hear it move into place as she rubs his thighs with her other hand.

“Ready for it baby?”

He nods.

It feels bigger than he thought it would. She barely gives him time to adjust before fucking into him properly. She uses both hands to push his legs against his chest, holding him in place. He breathes heavily, breathy curses and whimpers falling from his lips as mist pounds into him. The small ghoulette was surprisingly powerful, forceful with her thrusts. His hands scramble to find purchase in the sheets.

“Come on, you can take it baby, such a good girl for me” she coos at him.

He feels like a sick form of entertainment and it makes a tight heat coil in his stomach. The fact that mist isn’t getting anything out of this besides watching him come undone beneath her. She never wants anything back besides watching someone completely fall apart at her hand, and ifrit fucking loves it.

He yelps as a hand wraps around his cock.

“Mist - mist I won’t last please” he cries

“I know. Want to come for me? Want me to fill your cunt?”

“Mist please just let me cum please” he tries desperately one last time to beg her not to say it.

“Beg me to fill you. Tell me how much you want my cum” she commands as she tightly grips the base of his cock.

“Fuck- fill me mist, cum in me please fill my cunt” he cries out as mist lets go and strokes him properly.

It only takes a couple touches before he comes apart completely, shooting thick and hot all over her hand and stomach.

Mist pushes in the syringe, filling ifrit with the fake cum. It’s warm, wet, he feels messy, he can’t get enough of it.

“There you go, so good for me, nice and full arent you?”

[bbybaku]

cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki

yes i know its july. 

1.8 k words 

slow burn but there is smut 

warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion

your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.

you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.

the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it. 

but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”

you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.

“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.

“what? we always-“ you asked

“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said

 you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.

you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.

“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.

“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.

“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.

you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it. 

week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.

you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?

you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes 

the movies you had made together.

the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.

he looked pale.

you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.

“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”

you gulped “oh okay”

you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.

the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.

you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.

and he left. 

it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did. 

you texted him to hang out. 

the two of you got coffee then made out in the car. 

his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch. 

shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?” 

you sighed “im sorry i just-” 

he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”

 his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got  when he was irritated. and he knew it. 

“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw. 

“do you want to be like that?”  he talked down to you with a smirk.

“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift. 

you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be. 

the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating. 

he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside. 

“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly. 

he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs” 

the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it. 

he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open. 

you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat. 

shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability. 

he loved having you at his mercy. 

he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs. 

“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.

and just like that he dove right in.  

he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him. 

his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.

“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.

he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit. 

you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp. 

he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling. 

he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache. 

he blew cold air on your exposed heat. 

you cried out. 

and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level. 

he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered 

“please” you whispered

“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing.  i said to beg like the whore you are.” 

you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.” 

“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance. 

he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.

his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles. 

you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache. 

he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds. 

your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release. 

“please i - can i please” you whined. 

shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening 

the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth. 

he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?” 

and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit. 

his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud. 

you were crying at the pleasure. 

his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you. 

your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.

you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.

you could feel him smiling on you.

shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.

he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you. 

if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator. 

your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out. 

your lower body convulsing. 

tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.” 

“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed 

shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh. 

“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could. 

“no” he said sweetly. 

your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked. 

you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences. 

the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator. 

with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up. 

despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony. 

“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths. 

refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants. 

he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground. 

“well what if we” you started. 

“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”

“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.

“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped

“why?" you whinned

he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed. 

“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”

"um i-” 

you went to speak but no words came out. 

shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex” 

“oh” you said feeling yourself blush

he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”

he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine” 

“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck. 

masterlist

[rumblelibrary]

hello!! i saw requests are open and i was wondering how zemo would react to seeing their nonbinary/fem presenting partner in a suit for the first time! i get kind of insecure about if people will find me attractive when im masc rather than fem, so it’d mean a lot! also maybe there can be a suitkovia reference somewhere LOL

Perfectly Suited [Baron Helmut Zemo x Nonbinary/Fem presenting!Reader]

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: get ready to be loved and spoiled by our best sugar daddy

Author’s note: I hope I managed to get through your wishes, thank you for allowing me to do so

Baron Helmut Zemo was many things, but there were two particular things he liked to regard himself: a man with an exquisite taste and the deepest adoration to his partner.

He was one of those men from another time, he loved, he loved completely, devotedly, without limits.

He loved you with a passion that nobody could deny, it was vibrant, electric, he didn’t need to show pda, just to see you two together proved his care.

He would give all the best to you and only the best, and that’s how you would only eat in the best places, find yourself sleeping only in the silkiest sheets and go to a tailor for any piece of clothing you needed.

Too much? Always not enough in Zemo’s eyes.

He was old fashioned on this: a piece of clothing had to fit like a glove, to suit your habits and not the habits of the mass market, and you better not start him on that  topic because he could go on for ages about how the quality of clothing just mirrors the quality of society.

Nevertheless, you’d benefit of all the best tailors of the world, anything you desired, you’d just have to book an appointment with Zemo’s name and you’d be settled.

On that particular evening you asked him to be present for your final fitting, you didn’t tell him what it was but he guessed it must have been something special because it took time.

As you walked into the shop he smiled at you leaning his hand on the lower of your back.

“Show me darling, I can’t wait” he said as he took off his coat moving to a private room reserved for the fittings.

Mirrors and flowers everywhere, the place smelled heavenly and you grew to love it with time.

“Today is the day” the old tailor told you with a big smile, he grew excited with you, he wasn’t a young man and didn’t understand a thing about the whole concepts of ‘modern sexuality’, but he knew clothing, he knew how what you wear can bring you the highest or the lowest.

He hanged your little surprise and left you to change.

You nodded at him as the excitement was taking over you, but also the worry.

What if he doesn’t like it? What if he refuses that side of you? Yes, all good but this is too far? He paid big money for it, what if it is not right to his eyes?

What if he has no reaction at all? Is that good or bad?

You undressed quietly and slipped into your new suit, you smiled instinctively as just wearing it made you feel confident and alive.

You looked up at yourself in the mirror as you laced up the shirt buttons and you indeed liked yourself, you wanted to wear it always, everyday. 

You put on the jacket and buttoned it up, a little move from side to side to take in every angle before calling the tailor in.

“I am so good at my job” he chuckled as he adjusted a bit the position of the shoulders and instructed you about how the sleeve of the shirt has to show in a certain way outside of a jacket.

“That’s how you understand if a jacket is perfect for your arms” he explained and he was always covering you in little trivia.

He knew you were nervous, so he tried to distract you.

“Ring the bell when you want me to come” he said as from your changing room you’d get to where Zemo was sitting, chilling on the big sofa, legs spread comfortably as he sipped his glass of ‘welcome champagne’ while going through some catalogues stocked in there.

When the door opened he closed The catalogue looking up at you.

He blinked for a moment as you squirmed under his watch 

“Can you do a turn for me?”

He asked moving his finger and you did as asked, a vague sense of nausea and fear taking over you.

He stared at you, the moment you gave him your back the most nerve-racking. When you gained back your starting position he gulped down in one shot the drink he had and left the empty glass aside unceremoniously before standing up.

In your mind, you were already consoling yourself over the fact that it was another time when you will just have to accept things.

“Y/N”

You looked up at him as he called your name.

“You’re so handsome” he said, his eyes shining, a Cheshire Cat kind of smile taking over his lips as he kissed you enjoying the privacy of the moment.

“Y-You do?”

You asked surprised pulling back from that kiss, still doubtful, you got so ready to hear a rejection that you didn’t allow yourself to foresee the amazing smile he was gifting you now. He touched on your sides and up onto your shoulders, the dark fabric slipping through his fingers as he observed you closely before meeting your eyes again.

“Darling” he scolded you gently with that nickname “you even doubted I would love to see you suited up for me?” He asked and you looked down, his hand slowly moving under your chin to make you look up again

“Never look down” he said, his hazel eyes burning holes into you “Remember always: you are the one that makes the rules, you can do everything you want, dress as you want, don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t wear something or do something. If that makes you happy, if that makes you be you, then it is perfect”

You felt emotional as his smile triggered you to smile back, your eyes tearing up a bit.

“Hey, listen to me, I might be right for once, you’re talking to a man with a collection of fur collared coats who doesn’t care at all”

You chuckled, because it is true, you even have got one just for his own pleasure.

“All good?”

You smiled looking at him and you nodded, his arms making you feel safe and secure, that mixed with the power suit you were wearing you felt even bold.

He did a very secure nod before leaning in to ring the bell on the side

“We have only one problem now” he said and you looked at him puzzled.

What is wrong now? You looked down at yourself instinctively.

The tailor came inside smiling warmly, happy to see you two in a cuddly moment

“How you find my job, Sir?”

“Impeccable, as always” Zemo said “but this is an evening suit”

Zemo moved on your side touching onto your jacket, the closeness of him, his warm attentions being a gift for you.

“We need at least two day suits, one in linen for the summer and one for the winter, something thick like Harry’s Tweed” he explained as the man took note “and of course something else for special evenings” he added looking at you.

“Please, I’ll show you the fabrics” 

The tailor said to you motioning you to follow him to his table so he could show you all the books with the textiles.

“Perfect, we don’t have much time, so pick wisely, I’ll schedule another appointment soon”

Zemo said checking his watch and you looked at him, once more, very surprised because you had no following appointment.

He smirked leaning to your ear “You don’t expect me to watch you in a suit and not bring you out for dinner” You smiled at him.

“Helmut…” you murmured but many words couldn’t just allow you to express ho much it meant to be accepted, to be even liked in the way he does “Thank you”

He smiled “I love you” he said, as simple as it is “now go pick your fabrics or I won’t be able to wait for the dinner to be over to reach the second idea that suit gave me”

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[fullbusterfantasmic]

Juvia’s unfortunate discovery

Chapter 2: Descent into Madness

Rated M (Implied Intercourse but not descript)

To prevent any possible confusion; I don’t think I ever mentioned that in a lot of my stories Gray has a hard time saying “I love you”. This is because he believes that everyone he tells it to will inevitably end up dead. For good reason, since all of the people he has lost throughout his life are those he’s expressed his love to or for at some point. So that is what “his curse” is referring to.

So sorry for the delay!

I love you

I never want anyone other than you

I will never let you go

He said it! He’d finally put his fears behind him and told her how he felt. Gray looks down at the women in his arms as she stares up at him. The disbelief evident on her face as she thinks; Surely I misheard him. “What was that first thing you’d said babe?” Think I may have misheard you” she has to ask just to make sure.

Taking her face in his hands, he moves in so close their noses are touching before repeating himself. “I.LOVE.you __________, I LOVE YOU! Only you” the pride in his accomplishment is evident in his voice. Her eyes filled with tears as she tries to get over the initial shock of his statement. “C’mon let’s do this in a more appropriate place” he stands up carrying her into his bedroom. Dropping her onto the bed before climbing over her. “Now where were we?” he asks with his signature smirk in place.

“I love you Gray”

The words don’t have him reeling with anxiety, her eyes arent wide with fright, and she isn’t covering her mouth in horror. This time around is completely different than the first time it had accidentally been said. “say it again” he whispers against her lips. “I love you GRAAAY” she exclaims with emphasis put on his name as he slides into her without warning.

“Now that’s what I like to hear”

Waking up that next morning; A mutual decision is made that today is just for them, so they shut the world out. Neither one of them aware of the storm that was brewing behind the tightly drawn curtains.

I love you _________

She can’t stop hearing it.

I never want anyone other than you

Please no....

I’ll never leave you

Make it stop!

Juvia’s hands fist her hair, yanking on the blue strands. “Gray-Sama, you didn’t mean it...I know you didn’t...you just told her what she wanted to hear that’s all! Juvia forgives you” she whispers holding the doll close, caressing it softly. “Juvia knows that your just sewing your wild oats like old people say...you’ll throw her away, just like you did with all the other nameless sluts you took home throughout the years”.

So many females she’d seen leaving his house at ungodly hours of the night or early morning. Not one over the last year though...Juvia Was excited she thought he was finally ready to settle down.

“He is, just not with you” the voice is audible it’s not just in her head, it can’t be!

“SHUT UPPP! Gray -Sama belongs to Juvia!” the manic woman let’s out a miserable wail. The images she sees in her mind have also been infected by that bitch now! Plagued by images of; Gray & ___________

Laying in bed together

Fighting together

Laughing together

Getting married

Preparing to have a child

Bile rises in the back of her throat “God please no...anything but that....Even when he does return to me what if.....” she shudders, rapidly beginning to play out the nightmareish scenario in her minds eye.

~Dreamscape Begins~

Envisioning a happy home with her beloved.

The two of them; Snuggled up, together on the couch, chatting happily. Suddenly a knock on the door interrupts their conversation. “I’ll get it droplet, be right back” Gray says, kissing her forehead before leaving the room.

5 minutes pass... 10 minutes pass...and he still hasn’t returned to the couch. What could possibly be taking him so long?

Peering out of a peep hole on the front door she strained her ears to listen.

“-it’s yours”

“Look, Im with Juvia now; we’re happy just leave me alone”

“I just thought you should know, at least to give you the option of being with us…as a family”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just forget I even came down here, bye”

“Wait! That’s my kid too, you can’t do this-“

A child....a permanent reminder of…

“I love you _______”

“Juvia won’t let that happen” the expression on her face displays all the lunacy she hid within.

“I’ll make it stop and then everything will go back to how it was, just us two”.

~Across Town~

“Mmmm baby, I love it when you wake me up like this” Gray groans out, voice still laden with sleep. You can see that she moving as she continues sucking him for all he’s worth. “Want to see you though” he mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while lifting the sheet up. The twisted smile he sees causes him to yelp and immediately jump backwards, “JUVIA?! WHAT THE-!”

She giggles, “Juvia loves the way you taste Gray-Sama”.

“How’d you get in here?! Where is ________?” He begins to panic upon seeing the empty space beside him. “Don’t worry about that now let Juvia finish pleasuring her beloved”.

“NO!” Gray shouts, anxiety reaching a breaking point as he hops out of bed. “Get out Juvia! Get the F-“ he stops short at the feel of something wet and warm beneath his feet. Looking down he can’t help but scream, “BABE?!”.

Her eyes stare back; Blank, unseeing, her skin is cold to the touch. “No...no..not again! I shouldn’t have said it! I knew better goddamnit!”. The curse, his curse, it’s taken yet another person he said those words to. His parents, Ur, now __________ too. Something snapped inside of his head as he cried out in agony.

~Dreamscape end~

Sitting up drenched in sweat the raven haired man looked wildly around the room. His hand began groping the mattress beside him, she wasn’t there. “__________? BABE WHERE ARE YOU?!” he called out, voice loud and terrified. Frantic footsteps came rushing down the hall immediately, she runs into the room hurrying to his side. “What is it?? what’s wrong?!” she touches his face worriedly “Gray?”.

He yanks her onto the bed squeezing her tightly “Thank God” he whispers. “I thought, oh God baby I-“ his body begins to tremble and she hugs him. “I’m here, I’m OK, it wasn’t real” she repeated this like a mantra until he relaxed against the pillows, pulling her with him. “Please say it” he asks. “I love you Gray, I’m never going to leave you” her voice is soft but the conviction is firm. “This is real, that wasn’t” he repeats while caressing every inch of her body, gently kissing her lips. “Make love to me Gray” her voice startles him.

“W-What?”

“Make love to me, focus on me and nothing else, then you’ll know it’s real”.

It was easy for them to get lost in each other and shut the world out once more. They’d had no idea what an ugly day it’d been, how a slight drizzle became a deluge, a down pour. Pleasured cries and whispers of sweet nothings, drowned out by the howling wind. The lovers lay together; Stated and spent staring into each others eyes as they hold one another close.

“I love you, I never want to be with anyone but you, forever”

Juvia won’t let that happen.

Juvia will make her pay.

[tommybaholland]

haikyuu (oikawa, kuroo, tadashi) s/o excitedly calls them to come over their apartment, to show them the new song they have learned on the violin and they wanted to show them first

im sorry, this is long :,)

s/o who plays the violin

featuring: oikawa, kuroo, and yamaguchi

i actually played the violin in middle school so i tried to expand a little more on this.. enjoy!

oikawa

you’re a hard worker just like him so he knows how important this is to you

playing an instrument and being in an ensemble is similar to playing on a sports team in that you individually have to do your part in order for the group to succeed

he makes sure that you’re fully confident in your ability to play new and more difficult songs 

he doesn’t like seeing you struggle or be so hard on yourself but he can only speak for himself and knows how it goes

he knows that you’ll always come around when you’re ready

“why, hello there. how’s my s/o?” he answered with his familiar greeting. 

you didn’t even answer his question, getting straight to your point. “toru, can you come over soon?”

he laughed lightly at the urgency of the statement. “hold on, sweetheart. maybe we should go on a date first.” 

your silence was seemingly unamused by his joke. “i’m being serious, babe. i need to show you something so can you please come?”

“you know i just like playing with you, babe. of course. we’re cooling down at practice now and then i’ll be there in 15.”

“yay! i’ll see you then.”

“can’t wait, baby. love you.” 

he let himself into your apartment, like always, and proceeded to where he knew you would be. 

he knocked on the door frame of your bedroom. “is there a beethoven that lives here?” 

you turned around, shaking your head as you strode over to greet him with a hug and kiss. 

“hey, sweetie. sorry i’m a little sweaty.”

“it’s okay. but you know that beethoven didn’t play the violin, right?”

he scoffs, feigning offense. “can you just humor me? i try really hard with the music references, you know.”

“i know, toru. i love when you do,” you reply, giving him another hug. you then pulled away to get back to what you originally called him over for. 

“okay. are you ready?”

“yep. let’s hear it, baby,” he replied, taking a seat at your desk. 

you began playing, facing away from him and towards the window. you liked to play in front of the window in your bedroom as you always liked to say that the natural lighting provided a more peaceful setting. seeing the silhouette of your figure while you played was his favorite part. 

you’ve played for him so many times that he developed a sense for when the music was about to end, much to your surprise. with this, he always claps early so that you’re smiling for him when you’re finished. 

“yes, that’s my baby right there!” he reacts as he gets up from his seat, continuing to clap until he has you in his arms again, giving you a few praising kisses. 

when he pulls away, he keeps his hands caressed over your shoulders. 

“is this why i haven’t seen you lately, hmm? you’ve been practicing real hard? aww,” he coos, hugging you tightly after you nod. 

“well, it looks like all that hard work was worth it,” he remarks. “but let’s go do something now because i have missed you so much.” 

kuroo

he’s very honored that his s/o is someone so talented like you

he likes watching you play the violin as much as you like watching him play volleyball 

even if it’s just watching you tune the instrument or play some scales 

like you just watching him block or serve a ball 

there are times though when he feels you’re not getting adequate rest because you’re practicing so hard 

he hadn’t seen you much at all that week. he tapped on your contact in his phone, hoping that you’d make time to spend with him, given that it was friday night. 

“oh, perfect timing,” you spoke immediately when you answered. “i was just about to call you.”

“really?” kuroo smirked. “well, that’s good to hear. i guess i just have a sixth sense, babe.” 

“can you come to the practice room, like, now?”

“practice-- baby, i thought you were at home. why are you there now?”

“i just wanted to work on this piece a little longer and then i guess time slipped away from me. so can you please come over here now, please?” 

you had repeated please twice so he knew that it was serious. he chuckled at your cute tenacity. 

“of course, babe. be there soon.” 

“oh, good. you’re here!” you remarked as he entered the smaller room. you quickly strode over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to where you were working. he looked around to see sheet music everywhere along with several empty coffee cups and some food wrappers, as well. 

“gosh, babe. it’s like you live here,” he joked. “i hope you’re not sleeping in here too. it doesn’t look very comfortable.”

“i may have dozed off a few times in here,” you answered candidly as you grabbed your violin and bow and fixed the sheet music on the stand. 

“okay. ready?” 

he nodded and you proceeded to play. there was something about how you looked when you played. you were so focused and looked like you could actually feel the music as you played it. that effect spread to others because he could feel it in every inch of his body. it’s a familiar feeling that he’s so lucky that you would share something like this with him. 

when you were finished playing, he found himself stumbling over his words. 

“wow, beautiful. that was...beautiful!” he praised, walking closer to you.  

you laughed at his goofy compliment and thanked him before laying your instrument back in its case. 

“but why didn’t you just play it at your apartment?”

“i felt like i wouldn’t be able to since i’ve been grinding away at it here. i’m sorry.”

“no, kitten. you don’t have to be sorry,” he replied, wrapping his arm around you. “and i know you’ve been working hard but you could play it well anywhere.” 

you nodded gratefully and leaned in to give your pretty boyfriend a kiss, realizing that you hadn’t greeted him properly when he arrived. 

“now, let’s go get you some real dinner,” he proposed as he took your violin case in one hand and yours in the other. 

yamaguchi 

he’s naturally very curious about your life as a musician 

it’s nice energy to have around because at one point, you felt embarrassed when having to carry around your huge case with your instrument inside 

but he didn’t care at all and didn’t want your talent to go unnoticed or without appreciation 

he’s your biggest (and cutest) supporter out there

reciprocity is an emphasized aspect of your relationship and he tries to be as uplifting as you are for him with volleyball

you had been frustrated since you received the latest sheet music for your orchestra group. it was by far the most difficult piece that you had to learn. it seemed like you had an issue at almost every measure and had yet to master vibrato. 

it was plaguing your mind to get it right and when you weren’t playing, you were thinking about how to overcome this block. 

your boyfriend had seen you progress into obsession with perfecting the playing of this song. on one hand, he understood it because it was your sense of pride that pushed you to want to become better. at one point, however, you were so upset that you wanted to quit and that’s when he felt he had to step in.

“this is so stupid,” you huffed, rubbing your hands over your eyes as angry tears threatened to spill over. 

“no. it’s not,” he disagreed. “come here, peaches.” 

he held and comforted you over the woes of not being good enough.

“i know you can do this but i think you may be stressing yourself out too much over it. it’s worth the effort but not breaking down your entire emotional state.”

from then on he was diligent enough to try to help you take breaks when you needed or to give you space when you wanted it.  

“tadashi,” you addressed your boyfriend one day over the phone. “i would like for you to come over so i can show you something.”

“sure, babe! i’ll come right now,” he replied. “does this have anything to do with music?”

“i’m not telling you,” you answered in a sing-song voice. “you’ll just have to see.”

“hey, cutie,” he greeted as he entered your apartment and found you in the living area with your violin out and everything. he walked over towards you as you returned the greeting, where he gave you a sweet kiss.

“so it looks like i was right?”

“yeah. you were,” you affirmed. “what else would it be though, honestly?”

“i don’t know. maybe you just wanted to spend a little time with little ole’ me,” he joked while wrapping his arms around you, giving you a good squeeze. 

“that could’ve also been part of it,” you chuckled. “thanks for coming anyway.”

“of course, my pretty peaches,” he replies, booping your nose. “you call and i am there.”

you respond with a smile and another kiss before instructing him to sit down on the couch. you fiddle with your sheet music and stand before turning towards him again. 

“this is still very much a work in progress but i think i’ve finally gotten somewhere with this one.”

he nods with a cute grin and you begin playing. he recognizes it, after several measures, as the piece that was giving you so much trouble. he smiled at how you looked much more confident in your playing and if you made a mistake, he couldn’t tell. even though he didn’t personally know too much about music, he could relate with volleyball. it’s that satisfying feeling of getting better at something that you’ve been working so hard on and that work finally shows. 

he kinda got lost in the music that he didn’t realize that you were finished and he hadn’t said anything yet.

“like i said, it’s a still a little rusty but that’s the best play through i think i’ve done so far.”

“that was rusty?” he said incredulously. “i thought it was amazing, babe!” 

you thanked him and he got up from his seat to give you some more love.

“aww, come here,” he beckoned, wrapping you up in his arms again and pressing kisses to the side of your head. 

“i am so proud of you, peaches. i love you so much.” 

you love him too and you’re so happy that you have such a sweet and supportive person by your side.  

twas a good one, haikyuu night! send in those requests for next time..

[babylooneytoonz]

Blood Trails [ Pt. 4 ]

Chapter Summary: Being locked up at the HYDRA cell with Sasha makes you have a slight change of heart. Is it just an innocent change of heart or is it your heart's way of trying to remind you what your brain cannot remember?

Warnings: Violence, Implied Child Abuse, Non Con Sex Reference , Implied non descriptive torture tactics

Word Count : 3000+ (I K R ?)

Blood Trails Masterlist link -> here.

Bucky was able to miraculously pull out the magnet from the top of the car that ended up freeing him. He swam up until he was on the surface, and he hopelessly looked around, but he didn’t see anything remotely related to HYDRA or his daughter. His anguish was so much, he fell to his knees, on the middle of the road, and screamed; his eyes writhing in rage and venomous hatred. He was going to hunt you down, hunt each of you down, and send you back to hell. With rage filled eyes, his outfit soaked from top to bottom, he somehow walked all the way to the Avengers facility; and of course, Sam, Wanda, Clint and Tony surrounded him, as he told him what had happened.

“Get the fucking Quinjet ready.” He commanded, as he practically pushed his body into his tactical wear.

Tony raised a curious eyebrow, eyeing the man with the metal arm from the corner of his eye, “I don’t want to put a full stop to your momentum there Barnes, but where exactly are you going to look for Sasha? She may be anywhere in this goddamn world, in any continent or any country.”

“He is right you know –“ Sam began, but then his eyes widened as though a thought had just hit him, “Unless he knows something and already has a lead.”

All heads turned towards him, almost drilling a hole into the man with the metal arm who had just finished fixing his gun holster with his guns. He then turned towards them and murmured, in a loud voice, “I’m going to Hungary, because that’s where Vasili Dreznov operates from.”

“Okay, did I miss something over here?” Tony crossed his arms over his chest, causing Bucky’s jaw to clench as he shot him a dangerous glare.

“That woman got a call.. she said the name Vasili. The only Vasili I know is a HYDRA handler, Vasili Dreznov. The last I heard, he was at the Hungarian base.”

“Well, atleast we’ve got a lead.” Wanda chimed in, as the rest of the team started dispersing and getting ready for their mission; rescue Winter Soldier’s daughter.

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Your boots crashed against the concrete metal flooring of the underground HYDRA base in Hungary as you walked through the maze like hallways, that was illuminated by a single LED light in each hallway. You were walking in the middle, with Vasili walking directly behind you. In front of your eyes, Sasha Barnes was chained up, thick metal cuffs adorning her tiny wrists as the HYDRA guards dragged her down the hallway. You craned your neck slightly to turn slightly towards your handler, and your eyes narrowed, your voice hissing in a low voice, “Неужели нам нужно связывать ее, Vasili?” (Do we really need to chain her up, Vasili?)

Your handler didn’t answer, and instead, he just used his arm to push you forward, so you kept on walking, causing your eyebrows to twitch as a sudden surge of frustration filled you up, and only a whisper came out of your lips as she was pushed into one of the cells, and the door was slammed shut on your face, “Она всего лишь ребенок.” (She is just a kid.)

“Похоже, ваше лечение прекращается. Я чувствую в тебе слабость, птичка, и думаю, слабость здесь – действительно опасная вещь.” (Looks like your treatment is coming off. I can smell weakness on you, little bird, and guess what, weakness in here is a really dangerous thing.)

“I’m not getting weak, Vas –“

Arms grabbed you suddenly, and instinctively you let out a loud cry, “No, VASILI PLEASE DON’T…IM ..IM NOT GETTING WEAK.. I JUST… PLEASE NO..” that was soon muffled when something tasting bitter was stuffed into your mouth. Tears streamed across your face and your eyes widened in a sudden fright. Reflexively, you started struggling and squirming, trying to break free from the clutches of the HYDRA guards, who only laughed at the state of pure agony that you were in.

“Looks like наш маленький солдат is getting her memories back, and that is something we will never want, eh?” Vasili made a motion with his hands; a motion you well understood and instinctively, you used stopped walking and with all the force in your body, you jumped where you were standing, the force of which caused the HYDRA guard who was holding you to loosen his grip in order to steady himself from falling and getting disbalanced. You took the moment to hurl yourself to face him, your eyes glaring death into the guard’s eyes as your hands latched to his throat, and you snapped his neck into two, like a twig.

Your eyes widened, when you felt the familiar taser prick against your neck, and you fell to your knees, as pain shot through your body, like shards of glass pricking against your skin.

“N..No..Pl…please..” was all you could cry out as your eyelids started getting heavy, and you felt someone grab your foot and start dragging you against the cold metal floor, the course surface burning against your skin as your body was dragged into the lab, where you were shoved into the electric chair, and the helmet was fixed against your head.

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“Come on, Vasili’s not even banged you yet, and you’re not able to fucking walk.. what you gonna do when all of us take you and your tight little cunt one by one ..”

“Прекрати, Alexei, this one’s a fucked up bitch.. leave her alone.. rumour has it..she bites..” Another guard’s voice sounded through your ears but you were in no position to listen; you could concentrate on nothing but pain..whatever you thought, whenever you tried to breathe, only one thing was what you could feel and that was pain.. blinding, deafening and bone chilling pain.

The guards unlocked the heavily barricaded steel door and the minute it opened, you were pushed into your cell, the force being enough for you to land on your knees, only your hands held out in front of you to save you from a disgraceful fall. You kept laying there, resting your head against the cold floor, just breathing when a soft feminine voice reached your ears, “Больно?” (Does it hurt?)

You fluttered your eyes open, and you pushed yourself up in a sitting position as your palm wiped off the dried up blood on the corner of your lips, where a new gash had now formed. You looked up at the girl who was sitting on your bed and was looking down at you, her eyes widened in fear, yet childlike inquisitiveness.

You didn’t reply, but instead, gripping the corners of your bed, you tried lifting yourself up, slowly, but for some reason, your body seemed to be giving up and you only fell back against the floor with a curse escaping your lips. You let the five year old help you, as she threw out her arm towards you and took it, coiling your fingers against her soft ones as she pulled you up; half of it being your own effort and the other half her super soldier strength.

You fixed yourself on bed next to her and the two of you awkwardly sat next to each other for a few seconds in silence, the things she had said to you now all forgotten and out of your head again.

“Сделают ли они это и со мной?” (Will they do this to me too?) Her voice was soft, her blue eyes fixed on yours as you gave her a ghost of a smile before laying down against the rock like pillow, choosing not to answer her. What were you supposed to say to her? That she was going to be tortured beyond her wits soon and turned into a cold killing machine?

You fluttered your eyes shut, fighting the urge to let your tears flow out of your eyes when you felt her pull the cotton sheet over your broken body. You didn’t know what it was about her that made you feel human again, alive again, like you had a heart and you had feelings again; but worse than that, it caused you to fear in the back of your mind, that she was making you weak.

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Your eyes flung open at an ungodly hour, when you heard a voice somewhere in your cell. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you looked up to see Vasili casually seated on a couch not far from where you were laying, with Sasha propped up on his lap, his fingers stroking the girl’s cheeks. You didn’t fail to notice the fright in her eyes and the way she beckoned you with her eyes to call her to yourself, away from him. And you didn’t fail to notice the way the evil man eyed the little girl; reminding you of the hours that you had just let him treat you and your body like a vessel that was only made to please him when he wanted. You couldn’t hide the sliver of disgust that crept up inside you, a sudden instinct that you felt to suddenly protect her, it being ironical that you were the one responsible for her being here in the first place.

"Sasha, can you come over here? Now please?"

You didn't know where you got that courage from, or that spark in your eye, for immediately, the little girl was standing next to you, while the two of you kept looking at the evil smirk your handler had on his face.

You grabbed Sasha's hands, pulling her tiny body behind you as you stood up, your legs still shaking from the aftermath of the torture you went through yesterday.

"She is a five year old kid, Vasili. Leave her out of this. I've never said no to you, but please, leave her out of this."

The thin-faced man only gave a wry, devilish laugh. He slowly stood up, his lips puckered slightly, as though he was trying to suppress an incoming smirk from creasing over his lips. You kept towering over Sasha, your eyes flashing dark, distilled rage as he meandered his way over to you and suddenly grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him.

"Если у меня не будет ее, я заставлю ее смотреть." (If I cant have her, I will make her watch.)

Your eyes clenched shut in disgust, and when you opened them again, your eyes were red and bloodshot.

"You're a disgusting, vile bastard, Vasili."

The only sound that filled your cell after that was the sound of his evil, raucous laughter, as your muffled cries of pain and disgust.

A few hours later,

"Wake up, Sasha."

You nudged the little girl awake.

She rubbed her eyes and slowly fluttered them open. You had no idea what time of the night it was, but from a tiny round grilled window in your room, you could see that the sun wasn't out yet. You gave her your hand as she sat up in bed, and looked at you.

"Now listen to me, very carefully. I am going to try and get you out of here. Okay? But I'm gonna need you to play along with me. Can you do that?"

You gave her weak smile, bringing your palm up to the top of her head as you quickly ruffled it up before you pushed her away, so she fell back against the cold gravel, taken aback.

"Почему бы тебе не держаться от меня подаль��е? Просто держись от меня подальше. Кто угодно! Убери ее отсюда к черту! Посадите ее в другую чертову камеру! Кто угодно!" (Why dont you stay the hell away from me? Just stay away from me. Anyone! Get her the fuck out of here! Put her in another goddamn cell! Anyone! )

You slammed your fists hard against the back of the door, and repeatedly banged on it, until there was another bang on the door from the outside, followed by a few curses, and then a voice, "Заткнись, солдат." (Shut the fuck up, Soldier.)

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The Quinjet wasn't crowded today, as Natasha and Bruce were on a classified mission someplace in Afghanistan. This left Bucky, Sam, Tony and Clint; for even Wanda and Vision were out on another mission.

"I hope everyone knows the drill," Bucky muttered, in a low voice, his arms crossed over his chest, as he eyed the team, "We're gonna land in approximately five. There is no scope of failure."

Within the next few minutes, Bucky and the rest of the Avengers, had jumped off the Quinjet; and were already making their way towards the base, slinking through the shadows until the heavily guarded base was in sight.

"Well, to the count of, oh well, what the fuck ?" Bucky growled into the comms, when he saw that Sam was already out, and was running towards the guards in full swing, ready to take his flight, along with Tony Stark all suited up and ready to kick some HYDRA asses. "I thought I said wait for instructions." He growled again into the Comms, as he effortlessly deflected a bullet using his metal hand, and at the same time, that deflected bullet pierced into the stomach of another HYDRA guard that was in close proximity.

A loud thump on your door alerted you and Sasha. Your index finger flew up to your lips and you threw up your palm to keep her where she was as you stood up and with slow, unsteady steps, made your way to the door, when at the exact same time, the door jostled open with a loud noise, and two HYDRA guard's entered; with Vasili on their trail.

They tossed your combat uniform to the floor, and it landed against the concrete with a crash and you looked up at them quizzically.

"Get dressed. We have a situation. And we need you to be armed and ready to break a few necks," he mumbled in a rich Russian accent.

"What's happening?"

"That Avenger scum.. they're here. Now hurry up, моя машина-убийца."

The door slammed shut again, but this time, you did not hear the sound of them locking your cell from the outside. Once you were sure that they had left, you hurriedly bent and grabbed your uniform, taking off the torn rags that you were wearing and started sliding into it, your eyes fixed on the now excited girl.

"Now listen to me, княжна, I will get you to them, and once you are there, you will not look back. You will leave. Is that clear?"

You knelt down in front of her so you were now face level with her. You didn't understand why you were doing this for her, what was the pull that was binding the two of you together, but you knew that this was a chance that she could escape; from meeting the same fate that you had met, and from Vasili's evil eyes. You almost gasped, when suddenly, out of the blue, when you had least expected it, the little girl placed her palms on either side of your cheek, all her fear of you now forgotten.

"А что насчет тебя? Пожалуйста, пойдем со мной.." (What about you? Please come with me..)

You bit your lip hard; but it was more in an attempt to force yourself to not cry as you smiled, shaking your head.

"Я дома, а тебя нет." (I'm home but you are not.)

You stood up, before she could reply because you didn't want her to. For some reason, this little devil of a child managed to bring out a different side in you, a side that made you want to fight the monsters that you were swimming in, but you also knew how powerful they were. You couldn't fight them alone, even if you wanted to. Shaking these depressing thoughts away, you grabbed your gun with one hand, when she smiled at you and slowly slid her hand through your other hand.

"Now trust me, I am going to get you to your superheroes, but you need to start pretending now. We can't let the guards know.. what we have planned, and what we are planning to do. Okay, Sasha?"

"Yes... mama."

"I'm.. I'm.. not your mother.."

You immediately forced yourself to look away, but her words seemed to be radiating like static through your mind. You could hear the sound of a baby crying, somewhere in the distance, but just as soon as you heard it, a sudden jolt of a pain in your head caused that voice to fade away. You gasped suddenly, your palm flying to your throat, as sweat pooled over your forehead and you looked down at her. Before you could react though, a series of bangs and gunshots started ringing outside, somewhere in the facility.

"You're Black Widow's daughter," You whispered, grabbing the girl as you tossed her over your shoulder, holding her there using your free hand, while with the other, you pulled open the door, and aimed your gun, just in case you needed to shoot.

You didn't need to shoot them, you only had to answer them; that you were taking her to safe place, so they couldn't get to her. No one suspected, for they were too busy running towards the area where the fight had ensued.

"Listen, Sasha.. I want you to scream for help, as loud as you can when you see any of your friends, okay?" You nudged her, as you ran towards the source of the commotion, and she just shouted back a yes, her tiny hands pressed against her ears as the gunshots ringing all around the base were too loud.

After what felt like running for an eternity, you finally saw a glimpse of what the Avengers fighting together looked like. It was a madhouse, as though hell was raining down on the HYDRA guards from all directions. Your eyes, however, fell on the glistening, shining metal as it deflected a bullet with such precision, you were almost awestruck, only to be pulled back from your sudden trance by Sasha's sudden screaming, which you know was because she wanted to capture his attention; the Winter Soldier.

He suddenly snapped his head in your direction, his eyes meeting your sharp ones; the only thing that was visible on your face due to your face mask. And slowly, his eyes travelled to the girl that was on your shoulder, a dangerous throaty growl erupting from his mouth, before he started pushing his way through the HYDRA soldiers, right towards you.

You blinked, almost squinting your eyes, as you waited a few seconds, for him to get closer. And once he was almost two inches away you turned your tail and started running, back the way you had come from. You knew what you were doing, you were trying to pull him away from the crowd, from where the fighting was, for you couldn't hand Sasha to him right where the fight was going on.

Bucky was fast, and you could feel his heavy footsteps behind you, as he was almost reaching you, his arms drawn out so he could grab you; or Sasha. But instead of grabbing her, he slowly lifted his gun, aiming it towards your foot and his finger flew to the trigger, when Sasha's cries filled his ears.

"DADDY, PLEASE DON'T SHOOT HER."

A look of confusion washed over his face, and he didn't understand. Nevertheless, he dropped his gun weilding hand to his side, and that was your cue to finally stop running, and lower Sasha to her feet, so she could run to him.

"Sasha, off you go." You pushed her towards Bucky, who caught the little girl in his arms. "I don't understand," Bucky began speaking, but the force with which Sasha crashed against him, he lifted her up in his arms, clutching her against his chest. He kissed the side of her face, and then the two of them turned towards you; both with reasons entirely different from each others, but you were long gone, as though disappeared into thin air.

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A Long Work Day: Namjoon x Reader

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genre: fluff, college!joon, librarian!reader

a request from me, to me. just some fun hcs relevant to my life rn.

a/n: hello friends. back on my namjoon bs. (jk I never got off it I was just absent im sorry). anyway this is largely self-indulgent considering I just recently started grad school on top of a new full time job and am lonely and DEAD, but if anyone else out there enjoys this too I would be endlessly happy! feel free to send in requests for any member!

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·      Working full time was on top of your homework was draining, to say the least

·      Maybe more than ever you were grateful to have Joon in your life for the support and encouragement and much-needed warmth he brought into your life. Especially after long days of working at the big library you were staffed at full of rowdy students that had to be shushed and more than one person who would fight you on overdue book fees and the like

·      Needless to say you spent any downtime at work dreaming about when you’d close for the night and get to go home to your love (ew cheesy but true)

·      Or even better were the rare occasions he’d have time between his own work or class schedule to drop by to surprise you with your favourite warm drink or, just as healing, your favourite warm smile

·      Today was one of those days you were just longing to be home with him the most. But he unfortunately would not be getting home until after you today, as it was his evening class day

·      You were having terrible cramps, it was storming out and you had gotten completely soaked on the way in, leaving you cold all throughout your shift, and to top it all off, your least favourite grouchy male supervisor was leading today

·      To top it all off, you couldn’t stop stressing about how behind you were getting in homework

·      When you had about an hour left to your shift, thinking you weren’t gonna make it, the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen walked into the library, aka the kim namjoon walking in in all of his oversized, cuddly cardigan glory, umbrella in one hand and starbucks in the other

·      “I thought you had class tonight??” you asked, taking your favourite warm drink from his hands with almost tearful gratitude

·      “it got canceled. And I know you weren’t feeling your best even before you started your long shift today, so I figured maybe a little pick-me-up was in order”

·      “are you referring to yourself as the pick-me-up, or the coffee?” you joked, trying to hide the fact you were almost crying at work bc you were so happy to see your boyfriend and the fact that his first instinct when he got some much-deserved free time was to visit you Lwith your favourite coffee Lin a storm halfway through the night L((((

·      those dimples

·      truly something to never, ever get tired of

·      “I’ll let you be the judge of that one, honey”

·      you beamed up at him for maybe a second too long for his heart to handle, causing him to lean down to peck your lips only for your supervisor to loudly clear his throat behind you the second your lips made contact

·      you didn’t bother to look back at your boss, knowing you’d only be met with judging eyes and possibly a lecture you were not emotionally or physically prepared to deal with right now

·      “no PDA at work rule, remember?” you sweetly say to namjoon, hoping he’ll understand you don’t want to get in trouble with your supervisor tonight of all times

·      he innocently smiles back at you, his pupils dilating a little more only as he leans in to your ear to quickly whisper that “we’ll just have to make up for the lost time later” before pulling away again

·      he decided to do his homework at a desk nearby for your last hour. Needless to say you did more “people watching” than anything until your shift was over

·      a little over an hour later and you could swear you’ve never been happier to get home

·      namjoon offers to reheat the leftover fried rice you made the day before while you go get washed up and got your laundry and such ready for your morning shift the next day ://

·      you still have a chill from being wet all day so when you come out in your pajama set, still shivering, joon immediately takes his cardigan off and drapes it over you which you are very very okay with

·      most days, if your schedules lined up to have supper together you’d talk about the events of the day, but sometimes one or both of you was just a little too tired. Or a little too down. To discuss it all. And there was an unspoken agreement between you two to never push the other if they weren’t ready or up to discussing it all

·      that was you today

·      you were both good at just being a presence and silent encouragement to the other when need be

·      that was namjoon for you tonight

·      offering you bites of his food if he noticed you slowing in taking your own bites

·      gently massaging your scalp with his free hand while you ate in comfortable silence together

·      eventually you missed his voice and wanted to hear it even if you didn’t have much to conversationally offer at the moment

·      “it was a long day, joon”

·      his eyes opened slightly more at you with both sympathy and love

·      seeing youre done eating, he moves your chair closer with one hand so he can bring your body into his side and wrap an arm around you, encouraging you to rest your head under his chin. Which you happily oblige

·      “I know, baby.”

·      “I don’t want to use extra energy to go through it all right now. It was just rough. You made it a lot better though.”

·      You could feel him smile at that last part. Oof your heart

·      “and I don’t need you to. I’m sorry it was rough. But that’s okay, you know? There’ll be a lot of better day. And probably a few worse ones. But I’ll be here through them all. And I know you’re more than capable to handle any kind of day thrown at you.”

·      You smush your cheek up against his bicep cradling you, playing with the rings on his fingers. Wow his hands were so much bigger than yours. Something else you never really get tired of thinking about. His big, strong, protective hands. Anyway –

·      “thanks for the coffee, joon”

·      “you don’t need to thank me for –“

·      “and…everything else. Thanks for being the best part of my life.”

·      It was his turn now to lean down over your shoulder and hide his face in the crook of your neck

·      “I’ve got a lot of love to give you, baby girl.”

·      You turned around in his grasp to look him in the eye, straddling him on the uncomfortable dining room chair

·      “I know you do. And I, you, my love.”

·      You leaned up to sweetly and gently kiss his lips, thankfully for much longer than he managed to slip through in the library earlier

·      A minute or so later you patted his cheek

·      “as much as I love spending every minute possible with you, I am crampy and tired and have an opening shift in the morning, unfortunately”

·      he helps you up by holding your waist as he stands

·      “I’ll go get painkillers and a hot water bottle”

·      you edge forward to wrap him in a tight hug, your head on his chest

·      without saying anything you walk off to the bathroom to get ready for bed, leaving him to chuckle at you as he finds your hot water bottle, hoping he can blame the redness on his cheeks from the steam of the hot tap water filling the room

·      he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to your cuteness but he’s very very okay with that

·      you climbed into the extra cozy comforter and sheets, willing to stay awake until your joon was able to join you

·      moments later he appeared in the doorway, gently laying the water bottle on your lower abdomen and bringing the covers up to your chin for you

·      after cleaning himself up he effortlessly threw his shirt off and changed into gym shorts before climbing under the covers and cuddling up to your side, careful to not jostle you or the water bottle pressed against you

·      you gently reached over and began stroking the back of his head, leaning down to place a quiet kiss on his forehead

·      “thank you for taking care of me, joon” you squeaked out, barely above a whisper

·      he took your free hand (please don’t ever stop playing with his hair omg) and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss to it

·      “thank you for being the best part of MY life, baby girl. Now get some sleep. I’ll make you coffee in the morning.”

·      You eventually wrapped up in each other in a way that was comfortable enough while keeping the hot water bottle in place and woke up still in each other’s arms, and you were both very, very, very okay with that

[descendantofthesparrow]

Encore - Harry Hook x reader - part 14 - comfort

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It had been a long day at work, Karens, assholes who thought just because you smiled at them you wanted to date them, and impatient people who couldn’t fathom that they weren’t the only people who wanted a certain cupcake.

As you unlocked your door, you spotted a dark form hunched over on the couch, it was shaking and choked sobs echoed in your ears.

“Harry?” you whispered, dropping your bag on the floor and quickly closing the door behind you, jumping over the back of the couch to sit beside your sobbing boyfriend.

“Harry what's wrong?” you whispered, trying to pry his hands away from his ears and pull him into your chest, hands rubbing his back. “baby what's wrong?” you pressed your lips to his cheek.

“i-I” he whimpered, wrapping his arms around your waist slowly “I went with Ben to the isle ta do a check up on the kids an’- an’” he sniffed, hands tightening their grip on your shirt. “I saw one of da’s….clients” he stopped, hearing the click of your jaw as you clenched it, realizing what was going on.

“I get it, Harry, it's okay not to be okay, please tell me they didn’t try anything?” you spoke as calmly as you could, hand drifting up to his head and running your hands through his hair.

“n-no” he coughed a little “he didn’t see me, I came here as soon as I saw him, I just…..i just got so scared and…everything came back” he muttered weakly, nuzzling into your neck as he calmed down.

“good, im glad you came here, how long-“ he shrugged.

“lost track of time” he muttered, pouting as you pulled away from him.

“ill be right back” you cooed as Harry continued to grip your shirt “im just getting some water for you” you gently removed his hand and walked into your kitchen.

You quickly grabbed a water bottle from your fridge and walked back into your living room, sighing as you watched harry wipe his face of dried tears.

“Stay here for tonight okay?” you muttered, handing him the water bottle and grabbing the pink fluffy blanket, wrapping it around harry and kissing his forehead.

“mmhm” he hummed, closing his eyes and smiling as you pulled away and turned on the tv.

“have we watched d3 yet?” you asked him, to which he shook his head no “alright d3 it is! I'll get some snacks okay?” he nodded and fixed the blanket around his shoulders.

As the movie started, Harry looked to you, a soft smile blooming on your face as you sang while grabbing snacks.

“I know you~ I walked with you once upon a dream~” you sang to yourself, glancing at harry from time to time, making sure he was alright.

Soon the popcorn was done and you poured it into a bowl and joined Harry on the couch, laughing slightly as Harry opened his arms and pulled you into his side, wrapping the blanket around the two of you.

“so what do you think so far?” you whispered, finally looking to the screen, it was just past good to be bad, and now the kids were being chosen.

“it's okay” harry muttered “when does uma-“ you snorted.

“like 45 minutes in” harry frowned and slumped into the couch.

“really? But that’s so long!” harry whined, glancing at the remote.

“well, there's…not a lot that happens before uma shows up, I'll give you a run down then we skip to you?” harry snorted and nodded.

“aye sounds good”

“Okay so ben proposes to mal, which you knew, they get the kids, hades tries to escape, Audrey steals the crown and scepter this is all in one day by the way” you chuckled as Harry whipped his head around to look at you confused

“wait Audrey stole it that early on? I thought she stole it the same day we found out?” you snorted and shook your head.

“yeah she had the scepter for like, two days before doing anything, im surprised no one thought ‘hey…audreys missing and so is the scepter and crown, and she's still upset over ben, maybe we should check on her?!’ but nope, everyone's focused on Mal and her problems” you ranted. Harry snorted and focused back on the screen.

“alrigh’ continue” you nodded, and snapped your fingers to remember your place.

“right so then beast essentially forces mal, mal, not ben, to close the barrier and im so confused why mal had that power when all ben had to say was ‘yeah not happening’ and that closing the barrier forever side story would have been done right when it started but anyway, Audrey curses mal to be an old hag” harry shot up at that, eyes bright and he fumbled for the remote.

“what! Where is tha’ I need ya see it!” you laughed and grabbed the remote, quickly scrolling to the scene.

“personally it's my favorite scene in the whole movie” you chuckled as you let the scene play, watching harry as Audrey appeared and started taunting mal.

“oooh burn~” he cackled, cheering as Audrey hit mal with the old hag spell “YES TAKE THAT YOU BITCH~!” you almost fell off the couch at that, holding your stomach as you laughed.

“o-okay okay so mal and the others go to the isle and the barrier dispells audreys curse and then you show up!” you skipped through more of the movie to where harry stole the bikes.

“so well just watch from here kay?” harry nodded and righted himself on the couch again, pulling you back into his arms and settled in for the rest of the movie.

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“sooooo Persephone isn’t in here?” he asked midway thought knight falls.

“Nope, I think that was just…us” you muttered back, head buried into Harry's shoulder as Carlos slid on the shield to grab his sword.

“mmm” harry hummed, tossing some popcorn in his mouth, “is it weird that this seems…a lot more boring through the screen than it was in real life?”

“yeah” you laughed “when I went through it, it was so much more terrifying, I kept thinking ‘don’t screw up, don’t screw up’ cuz if I did I could have died or something”

“yeh almost did lass” harry muttered, pushing his cheek against your head “if it wasn’t for Persephone tha’ knight would have killed yeh”

“but It didn’t” you kissed his jaw “she saved me and im still alive”

“yeah” harry muttered “that’s true” he sat up a little as the scene ended and the ‘ice breaker’ scene began “uhhh wha’s this?” he laughed raising his brow at evie.

“oh this is just something that was supposed to happen but with everything going on it didn’t” you simply answered, giggling as movie evie complimented movie Harry's accent.

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About an hour later you were slipping on some sweat pants and one of Harry's shirts, smiling as Harry was already asleep in your bed, curled up and snoring softly.

You were glad he felt safe enough to fall asleep that easily, especially after what happened that afternoon on the isle.

You frowned, you would have to do something about hooks “clients” you didn’t know if any of them had any lingering…’ feelings’ towards hooks reference to harry as payment.

Maybe it would be safe for harry to stay here a couple more days, and you would visit Ben to talk about those people.

You nodded to yourself, that sounded good. You shut off your bathroom light and walked across the room to join harry.

you slid between the sheets and tossed your arm over his shoulder, resting your head between his shoulder blades.

“I love you harry hook” you muttered to yourself, smiling as Harry sleepily muttered back ‘I love yeh too’

--end of part 14--

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Wearing Our Hearts On Our Sleeves

hi everyone! so this is my new (not so little) little project, and im really excited about it!! this chapter is just the prologue so if this does well im going to write and post the actual story. so please if you enjoy this little sneak peek into my new au, like and reblog it!!! also, @tinysidestrashcaptain wanted to be tagged, so here!

Title: Wearing Our Hearts On Our Sleeves Chapter: Prologue Word Count: 2018 Ships: Logicality, Prinxiety, Dukeceit Summary:  Logan Bright, a Police Officer, is trying to find his father's killer, and solve the case that led to his death once and for all. Throughout his investigations, Logan meets an eclectic bunch of people. A paramedic who owns 2 cats yet is deathly allergic, a 911 operator with severe social anxiety, twins who happen to be a firefighter and a forensic scientist, a cps worker who is a compulsive liar, and a 7-year-old boy who's parents were murdered. Warnings: References to past child abuse, mentions of murder, and includes references to violence and talks about injuries so please be careful if you choose to go ahead and read! this fic is also very, very, sympathetic deceit heavy, so if you dont like that, dont read.  AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23046337/chapters/55117603

                                         [April 24th 2020, 2:17 am]

“Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?”

“Some bad man hurt my mom and dad, I don’t think they’re okay. Can you please come?”

“Okay, how old are you?”

“Please come fast, there’s lots of blood.”

“I’ve got officers coming as fast as they can, but I need you to stay calm for me, alright?”

“Okay.”

“What’s your name?”

“Thomas.”

“Hi Thomas, I’m Virgil. How old are you?”

“I’m 7 years old.”

“Okay Thomas, you said there was a bad man, is he still there or did he leave? Did you see him?”

“He left. I only saw his clothes.”

“Alright, where are you right now?”

“In my mom and dad’s room.”

“And do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“No, it’s just me.”

“Can you tell me what happened, Thomas?”

“I was sleeping with my mom and dad and I had to go to the bathroom, and then I heard my mom scream and two loud bangs.”

“Those loud bangs, did they sound like gunshots?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, did the bad man leave quickly?”

“No, he stayed for a little.”

“So you heard the loud bangs and waited a little until the man left?”

“Yes, he did something else to my mom and dad.”

“What did he do Thomas, do you know?”

“He closed their mouths with string.”

“...God, okay the officers should be there any minute now.”

“I can see police cars.”

“Perfect, you did such a good job calling. Can you give the phone to a police officer for me please?”

“Okay.”

“Thank you, Thomas.”

“Detective Phillips speaking.”

“Hi detective, I just wanted to make sure help arrived before I ended the call.”

“No problem, we’ll handle this now.”

“Of course.”

                       [The Sanders Residence, April 24th, 2:21 am]

Detective Clark Phillips hung up the phone call and made his way over to the front stairs were Thomas had sat down. Sitting next to him, Clark shrugged off his coat and placed it around Thomas’ shoulders, making sure to give them a firm squeeze before he pulled away. Clark lent down slightly so that he could speak to Thomas more quietly and directly.

“So Thomas, was it? Did you see the man that killed your parents?” Thomas dried his face with his pyjama sleeve and looked at the detective sitting next to him, trying to find the courage to speak, his voice uneven and scared.

“I saw what he was wearing, but I didn’t see his face.” Clark watched as Thomas wrapped his arms around himself tightly, bowing his head and attempting to shrug the coat off. The detective chuckled at the sight before him.

“Well, Thomas that won’t help us at all.”

“But-” Clark put his right hand on the back of Thomas’ neck and squeezed slightly, a warning for the boy to stop talking.

“Unless you saw his face we’ll never find him. So if someone asks you if you saw something you tell them you saw nothing, alright?”

“But I did-” The hand tightened around Thomas’ neck and new tears began to form in the corner of his eyes.

“What did you see Thomas?”

“Nothing.”

                            [The Myers Residence, April 24th, 2:18 am]

Demitri Myers was rudely woken by the sound of his annoying default ringtone in the early hours of the morning. Without moving as much as he could, Demitri reached behind him and grabbed his phone from his bedside table, hitting the answer button and putting the call on speaker.

“Myers.”

“Dee, oh good you’re awake.”

“Why of course, it’s not as if I were sleeping or something.”

“Oh poor Demitri was woken from his beauty sleep-”

“Look, Allison, unless someone’s died I’m hanging up.”

“It was two people actually, their young son found them, I need you to take this one.”

“Fuck, sorry. Yeah alright, text me the address, I’ll get there as quick as I can.”

“Thanks, Dee.” 

Hanging up the phone, Demitri threw the bed covers off him and made his way into his ensuite, turning the tap on and gently splashing cool water over his face. He quickly slipped on his sneakers and coat, then grabbed his ID badge and car keys, and left. Demitri turned the car on and opened up his phone, tapping on the address Allison had sent him and started his GPS before pulling out of the underground car park and driving toward the crime scene. 

                          [The Sanders Residence, April 24th, 2:27 am]

Demitri walked up to the yellow police tape and showed the nearest officer his ID badge before slipping under the tape and walking over to the group of detectives standing by the paramedics. He was quickly given a rundown of what had happened and was directed by another officer over to the boy who was alone on the stairs. This was always the worst part of these kinds of jobs, the child had just lost his parents and now some stranger wants him to go with them. But Demitri had never struggled as much as he did that night. As he got closer he realised that the kid hadn’t been seen by the paramedics on sight, he could tell by the dried blood on his hands and the bottom of his pyjama pants. 

Kneeling down in front of the child as slowly as he could, he was able to get a closer look. His eyes were red and swollen, his cheeks were puffy, hair a mess, and dried snot under his nose. Demitri tried to keep the left side of him facing away from the kid as he introduced himself. 

“Hi there, my name’s Demitri, but you can call me Dee.” The boy slowly looked up at him, nodded his head and looked back down at the ground.

“My name’s Thomas.” Demitri smiled sadly and moved to sit next to Thomas on the stairs, noticing him flinch away as he got closer, so he put some space between them and let his hands fall into his lap.

“It’s nice to meet you, Thomas. I’m here to look after you, do you have any other family we can call?” Thomas shook his head, wrapping his arms around himself once more.

“Alright then, why don’t we go inside and pack a bag with some of your things. Do you think you can do that?” Thomas nodded and Demitri let out a quiet sigh, he knew this was going to be difficult, he just wished that Thomas didn’t have to go through this. Demitri stood up and walked over to Detective Phillips who seemed to be leading the case and asked him if he and Thomas could pack a larger bag and take a few small comfort items. The detective agreed and he went back over to Thomas asking him where his room was.

When they reached Thomas’ room, Demitri looked through the closet to find something to pack Thomas’ things in, eventually deciding on his small Spider-Man themed suitcase. Together they packed it full of clothes and toys, as well as Thomas’ toothbrush and hairbrush. Before leaving the room Demitri grabbed one of Thomas’ pillows and asked the boy to grab his shoes. 

                         [The Myers Residence, April 24th, 2:45 am]

When Demitri and Thomas had finally made it back to his apartment, he gave Thomas a quick tour, showing him where he’d be sleeping, where Demitri slept, where the bathroom was, and how to use the television. But before anything else, Demitri grabbed a new towel for Thomas and a new change of clothes, turning on the shower and letting the child clean himself of his parent’s blood. While he showered, Demitri put clean sheets on the guest bed and placed Thomas’ pillow near the headboard. 

After Thomas had gotten changed he brushed his teeth and lied down in the bed that’d been made for him, quietly asking Demitri to leave the door slightly ajar. Once he was sure Thomas was safe and comfortable, Demitri made his way to his own room and climbed back into bed after kicking off his shoes. He knew he should probably figure out what he needed to do tomorrow regarding Thomas, but he could practically feel sleep calling him. He had almost drifted off when he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door and a creak letting him know it’d been opened. 

“Mister Dee? Are you awake?” Demitri sat up and patted the empty side of his bed, inviting Thomas to take a seat so they could take.

“Yeah buddy, I’m awake. You doing alright?” With a little help, Thomas climbed up on the bed, sitting cross-legged and playing with the edge of the blanket.

“I’m okay, I can’t sleep.” Demitri nodded and slid back down the mattress until he was lying once more, pulling some of the blankets from underneath Thomas and lifting it up, inviting him to lie down with him.

“That’s fine, you can stay here with me.” Thomas smiled, albeit sadly, and made himself comfortable.

“Mister Dee-” “Just Dee, Thomas.” “-Dee… what happened to your face?”

Demitri stiffened. Usually, when he looked after children they’d be too scared to ask about his face, so when Thomas questioned him about it he was immediately ready to respond with a lie, to keep him happy. But his only rule when it came to lying was that he would never do it to a child. So he told Thomas the truth.

“It melted in a fire when I was 9.” Thomas’ wide, chocolate brown eyes blinked a few times, the boy refusing to break the silence so that Demitri would go on. And with a reluctant sigh, he did.

“My parents had a bad fight one day and my Dad hit me so hard I fell asleep. While I was asleep he accidentally started a fire. I was left inside.”

“Did they forget you?” Demitri should really lie here, to tell Thomas ‘No, they didn’t, my Dad saved me’ and that everything was okay. But looking across at him, Demitri just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“No, they didn’t forget. My Mom and Dad didn’t want to save me.” Before he knew it small, warm arms were wrapped around his stomach, Thomas’ face pressed tightly against his chest. For the first time ever since the incident, Demitri let a few silent tears slip past his eyes and down his cheeks. Because Thomas, a boy who had just lost his parents, who he had just met, was here comforting him for something that had happened 19 years ago. 

Demitri smiled as Thomas pulled away, looking up at the scar tissue that travelled down his face, neck, and arm, slowly raising a hand and looking back to Demitri.

“Can I touch it? Does it hurt?” Demitri chuckled softly and carefully grabbed Thomas’ hand, placing it on his bumpy cheek and running it past his jaw and down to the part of his shoulder exposed by his t-shirt. 

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” 

“It feels so weird, cool!” This time they were both laughing, real happy smiles on each of their faces. 

“Hey Dee, guess what.” Thomas curled into Demitri’s side as he placed an arm around him, holding the boy close and gently rubbing circles on his shoulder.

“What Thomas?”

“It’s my birthday today.”

The rubbing stopped. Surely he had heard that wrong. Surely, there was no way that sweet, sweet Thomas’ birthday was today. Everyone’s always scared that something will go wrong on their birthday, maybe a friend didn’t turn up, or the family dog took a bite from the cake before the candles were blown. But for a child to listen to their parents be murdered, find the bodies, and make the 911 call is quite possibly the worst thing that could ever happen. What was Demitri supposed to say to that? What? ‘Happy birthday Thomas, I hope it’s a great day! Your parents are dead but that’s okay!’ Instead Demitri chose the safest option, resuming rubbing circles on Thomas’ shoulder and pulling the blanket up.

“Get some rest Thomas, tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.”

[lordseochangbin]

i’ll protect you

hitman!changbin au w babygirl series <3 

word count: 4.2k

a/n: thank you for 1.4k !! i hope you guys enjoy this

warning: cringe superM reference,, remember all work is fiction :)

the light was still red and the timewatch in front of gave 10 seconds to cross. but that didn’t stop the car from coming at you with full speed. it felt almost blissful, like someone knocked the wind out of you, but it didn’t hurt. the way the driver cursed in court, saying he would end your life for all the charges you brought upon him and his family. the dark past, the stitches and bruises that painted your skin remained forever. this was something that would remain in your darkest dreams, an occurrence reminding you of the event that changed your life.

the man’s words remain imprinted in your head, “i’ll get you back for my money”

“Y/N YOU HAVE WORK IN AN HOUR WAKE UPPP”

you groaned as your friend pulled the comforter away from your legs, goosebumps covering your skin from the cold air.

“stop it!!” you laughed, trying to grab the sheets again

“y/n, you take forever to get ready! it’s best if you hop in the shower instead of being late again. unless you don’t want to here news about your ‘husband’”

“like i said, nora’s dad is not my husband. i dont even know who he is” you replied

your friend shot you a curious look, “don’t ask like you’re not secretly wishing he showed up for the parent-teacher conferences”

“im not!! nora just sees me as a mother-like figure” you said, having to reassurance yourself of the statement in the process

you winced at your friend, who threw a towel at you and pointed to the bathroom door with the shower already on. “right..now go while we make breakfast” 

you smiled at the thought of breakfast before running to your friends and giving them a hug “thank you, and thank you! i shall shower” you winked before running to the steamy room.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

“i swear to god if that fucking teacher is late to your class again i will actually have a one-on-one talk with her” changbin cursed, getting on one knee to put a warm black-leather jacket on his daughter

“daddy! no curse words, we’ve been over this!!” nora exclaimed, throwing her dad a soft punch on the shoulder

changbin threw a hand on the spot, feigning hurt. “oh no! my princess got me!” he chuckled

nora sat down beside her father, “please don’t yell at my teacher, she’s my best friend. she could make a nice wife too...” she winked

changbin scoffed. a teacher? best friends with my daughter? changbin dismissed nora’s mention of a wife as he tucked the jacket, securing its warmth, and gave nora a peck on the forehead. “your only best friend is me, and i don’t plan on sharing.” 

nora rolled her eyes as she stomped on changbin’s foot, “well get used to it!” 

“ah! feisty!!”

“i only learn from the best!!!” she said before running down the hallway.

changbin laughed as he watched her run down the hall, knowing he wouldn’t hear enough of this mysterious teacher as her pink dress flowed under the black leather jacket. she looked like one of the boys, and she definitely acted like one of them. he took a deep breath, a wave of exhaustion running through him from last night’s business, before running after his little princess

“nora!!”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

the second changbin parked his car in front of the school, nora was already out the door. “love you dad!” she sent him a flying kiss before running up the stairs to the school’s entrance. 

“love you too” he whispered to himself before driving off.

changbin’s life was no easier than yours, he constantly hustled at the car garage to make money. being an only father to a girl who had the attitude of a queen, he ensured nora was happy and was able to have all the experiences a child could live for. daily appointments at the shop meant he came home late, nora being dropped off by a school friend after school. 

little did he know it was you behind nora’s happiness all along. always helping her out with homework and making sure she came home safe. by the time changbin was home nora was sound asleep, and by morning he would have already forgotten to ask how she got there. 

when changbin pulled his jet black mercedes into the shop, a sensor scanned his perimeter before a secret door could open. he pulled into the lot inside before stepping out.

“a new appointment today changbin” bang chan said, throwing a gun for changbin to catch. this was the 3racha “car garage”, and if you’re wondering ‘who is 3racha?’, then maybe it’s better if you paid attention to the news. it was almost every week the words “3racha” met the headlines, they were one of the most popular hitman organizations. cb97, spearb, and j.one were their names. 

“who is it this time?” changbin said, loading his gun and carelessly throwing it to the backseat.

“it’s a female in her 20s. client claims he stole her money, you think you can get on this one changbin?” jisung said, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him as he tried to find more details on the client’s request

“it’s always about money, huh?” changbin sighed

“isn’t that how we got here?” chan asked, throwing a wad of cash to changbin’s chest.

“now listen changbin, don't give me any of that ‘oh, she has a baby bullshit anymore’, okay? i dont understand why you’ve softened up lately with your requests, but don’t like our person go like last time- or i’m handing you off to the police”

jisung got up from his seat, “chan, jesus calm down”

chan turned around, grabbing changbin by the collar. “what do you mean calm down? you know what he did last time?! he almost got us caught!”

changbin grabbed chan’s wrist, easily shoving him to the side and taking a moment to relieve himself of the adrenaline and steaming blood that shot up his veins seconds ago. 

“look chan, i’ll do it okay?” changbin dully said

“you don’t mind, right hyung?” jisung got up to help chan who remained on the floor.

“no, i dont mind.”

“‘just another day in the business’” changbin said under his breath

≿————-　❈　————-≾

you arrived at the school early, planning out your lesson and making yourself a cup of coffee as a reward for “always” being prepared. the bell rang, students rushing to the classroom filled with excitement. “Y/N!!!” nora said, running into your arms for a big hug.

“nora!! cute outfit, lovebug!” you complimented

the girl grabbed the ends of her dress, doing a little twirl for you before giggling in joy. “daddy picked it for me!”

you raised an eyebrow at the price tag, still hanging off the crook of her neck before grabbing a scissor

“looks like your ‘daddy’ forgot to cut the price tag as well”

god, what kind of father forgets to cut the price tag? sometimes you could only wonder what selfish hooligan took care of nora. she was well disciplined and had an amazing personality. you fell in love with the girl in an instant, hanging out with her on a daily basis and dropping her off at home. sometimes you’d wait until she walked inside, staying a few hours in the empty parking lot until you saw the all-to-familiar black mercedes arrive at 12 sharp. you never found yourself interested in the man inside

at pulled nora in for a hug, making a few jealous students join in as well. “we love you ms.y/n!”

“thank you” you giggled along as the whole class got together for a huddle.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

the last bell dismissed all the kids, nora joining the crowd basically dragging her outside to the spot where everyone waited for their parents.

you,on the other hand, decided to get into the habit of preparing for tomorrow’s class the day before- just to make it easy on yourself. this took a few minutes as you took out lesson plans and paperwork, humming to an superm song under your breath while your hands made weird gestures to the beat, sometimes you just couldn’t help the inner dancing queen inside you.

“god… what a cringey sight” changbin said, watching you through his binoculars. 

changbin stood on the building next to the school, not even recognizing the area as his focus was on you. he scratched the crook of his neck as he contemplated on whether he could watch you any longer or just go for it right then and there inside of the school classroom because he couldn’t watch you ruining his favorite superm song any longer.

before you knew it, changbin was right next to the window, placing a hearing device on the wall to hear what you might’ve been saying inside. maybe she’s dancing to distract others -changbin thought to himself- maybe inside she’s discussing mafia plans, or discussing how to rob the nearest bank, or maybe she’s…

“I DON'T EVEN CARE, 여긴 우릴 태울 stage, LEFT TO THE RIGHT, WE GON MAKE IT-MAKE IT BANGGGG” (a/n: >superm-jopping< ty genius lyrics :D)

“aw fuck!” changbin cursed, throwing his headphones at the sound. his nose scrunched up at the screeching he heard earlier, mentally face-palming himself for even thinking you may have been someone suspicious, but no-you were just a very.. very horrible singer.

why were you even being targeted by a client? changbin thought back to his recent nights, where the girls were either associated with crimes or drug lords

but you seemed like a regular woman, just someone who was going about in their daily life. changbin picked up his equipment and walked away, the school just seemed like a terrible place to begin with. 

“hey jisung, you want this done this week?” changbin asked into the phone

“no- i want this done tonight” chan replied in a stern tone

changbin rolled his eyes at chan’s sudden response, hanging up seconds later to avoid any further argument

≿————-　❈　————-≾

after your superm marathon, you grabbed your bag and locked the door. the school seemed dead silent, aside from an unfamiliar sound. you followed the small whimpers before finding yourself outside, where nora was hiding in the corner. “nora! baby, what are you doing here?” you said, taking her in for a hug

“i-i can’t find my daddy” she sobbed into your shoulder, her hand wiping her tears as tried to regain her breath

“aw..aw no love! you should’ve told me” you said, holding her hands in yours as you straightened out her puffy pink dress

“it’s okay, daddy said princesses like me don’t need others” she whispered in the midst of tears

you placed a finger under her chin, making contact with her as you tried to cheer her up “did your dad say this? then maybe you should know, princesses love milkshakes right?”

“milkshakes?! princess nora loves milkshakes!!” nora exclaimed in excitement, her grasp on your hand tightening as if to say ‘take me, i don't want to be lonely any longer’, and you listened, guiding her to your car.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

it was about five pm when you arrived at nora’s front porch, “and here we are princess nora” you said, putting the shift on park before getting out to open her door. 

once you got to the passenger’s side you noticed nora didn’t remove her seatbelt, nor did she grab her bag. “nora… aren’t you gonna go inside”

nora silently turned her head to you, a pitiful was readable as she whispered “there’s no one inside” 

“your dad isn’t inside..?”

nora shook her head no, and you thought about all the times you dropped her off at home and waited. “nora, has he even been home?”

“in the mornings” she shrugged

your body stiffened a little as you pitied the girl in front of you. sometimes nora’s responsible qualities amazed you, in fact, you could even argue that she was more responsible than you. it wasn’t right though, to leave her to an empty house like this. you shot her a quick smile, “then how about we stay at my house since your dad won't be home till midnight?”

“sounds good,” she said, giving you a thumbs-up with both hands. her eyes wrinkled when she laughed and you couldn’t tell if it was because she tried so hard to laugh each time or if it was because she was genuinely happy. 

you hopped in the car before your phone could ring inside your call. “god, where is my phone” you said to yourself before nora could find it on the floor.

“here!” she said, handing you the device before you could answer

“what..both of you guys won't be home..?ahh okay, working late… okay okay i’ll leave dinner” you said throughout the conversation before hanging up

“looks like it’s just you and me nora” you said, backing up from the parking lot… not expecting the night to come. 

≿————-　❈　————-≾

the clock read eleven pm, and by now nora was in your room sound asleep. you left the bedroom door closed to lock any noise, your feet propped on the coffee table in front of you as you settled on the couch. a book in your hands, the sound of nothing in your surroundings make you feel at peace. 

it was only until you heard the noise of your doorknob jiggling. god, your roommate was probably struggling again-you thought. chuckling softly to prevent any noise you slouched on the couch, hiding your head to surprise her. 

the door slowly opened, a creaky noise following it as you heard soft footsteps enter the room. you stayed in your place, wanted to quietly surprise her since nora was sleeping. you felt that footsteps stop however, a perfect chance for you to get up. 

“boo!” you exclaimed with a smile on your face. your smile slowly faded as you stared at the man ahead of you, your eyes almost popping at the sight of the man with a facemask and a gun in his hand. in any other situation, if your life isn't at stake, you would’ve laughed as horror movies never spooked you and your vivid dreams held much worse. this, this was real. you jumped over the couch, standing in front of your bedroom door.

“who are you?! take anything, you can take anything fuck just take anything please, please!”

the man stepped closer, making your body shiver in fear as he placed a finger on your cheek. a finger slipped between your lips making your heartbeat increase. almost out of your chest. your fingers ached. your adrenaline pumped. your instinct had so many plans, grab the vase and knock him out. grab his wrist and twist it. kick him in the crouch. but you knew this wasn’t like the dreams, you were helpless. you gave into his touch and your legs gave up. falling onto your knees, your lips trembled at the sight dawned over you. 

“why are you protecting this door? what’s inside?” the muffled voice questioned

“n-nothing… nothing” you stuttered as he placed the gun to your head

“what’s inside?” he repeated in a loud voice that made you want to surrender right then and there, but you knew that wasn’t right

you took a deep breath to regain any sense of stability before replying, “one of my students, shes of a young age please- please don’t harm her” you said, “ i’ll do anything you want! please, please don’t go inside”

“fuck it” the man cursed before opening the door behind you. you gasped in shock to see nora standing in the middle of the room, her hand covering her face from the gun pointing at her.

you got up in an instant, taking to step to grab the glass vase before nora could speak

“d-daddy?” she said, “what are you doing here?” her words came out in a frightened, as if she didn’t want to believe this man was her father

“nora?!” the man threw off his mask and ran to the girl, “are you okay? are you hurt?” the man turned around, pointing the gun directly at you before you could scream in shock

“what the hell are you doing with my daughter?!” he exclaimed 

“daddy no please! she’s my friend!! she’s helping me!!!” nora said, hugging changbin’s right leg and jumping in an attempt to grab the weapon in his hand

“don’t shoot!! dont!!” changbin’s heart was pumping out of his chest, his own daughters words hitting him hard as he dropped his gun. his hand went straight to his forehead as he tried to figure out the situation in hand. 

“daddy… why do you have a gun?” nora asked in shaky voice

changbin fell to this knees, pulling nora in for a hug. “i’m so sorry baby, i’m sorry you had to see daddy like that” 

nora pushed him away however, running to you in a heartbeat. “don’t harm y/n! she’s my best friend! i wont leave her!” 

changbin gulped at the sudden request, looking around in uncertainty. this all passed by you like a dream however, and you couldn’t get yourself to believe what was happening.

“nora, stop” you said, picking the girl up into your arms. “is this man really your father?” you asked her, as changbin stared at the floor

nora simply couldn't respond though, wrapped two hands around you and sobbing into your shoulder for the second time that day. 

≿————-　❈　————-≾

“so you’re telling me.. someone wants to kill me?” you asked, a scoff leaving your lips- as if things could get worse

“uhh… essentially” jisung replied hesitantly. you stared at nora in your arms, eyelids shut but you could still see her eyes moving around in fright. 

chan and changbin stood in the opposite sides of the room, chan’s face buried in his palms as he tried to hide his sudden anger at changbin. yes, changbin failed his mission again. yes, changbin’s weak spot was targeted again-yet unintentionally. but this wasn’t about the mission, this was his best friend here. he was conflicted between his daughter and his own job-and chan wanted to be the last person to get in the way. 

“changbin, lets just give up this mission” chan said, looking over to the boy who simply stared at the ground

give up on the mission??- you thought. to be honest, you didn’t know what you were doing here, in a room with three hitman. any sane person would’ve ran, but you somehow registered that as long as nora was with you- they wouldn’t hurt you. holding her tightly to your chest, you listened to the discussion among the three men before realizing what they were talking about. 

“hold on, hold on.. if someone paid for you guys to kill me and you guys say you just ‘cant’, then wont they just find someone else?” you asked, your heartbeat increasing at how lucky you were to have been with your murderer's daughter, and chances of it happening again being low.

“i… i mean, yes?” jisung said in an uncertain voice. chan and changbin looked at the youngest with a look as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing?’

“so.. you three are just gonna leave me to be murdered by someone else” you said in the most calmest voice you could possibly muster up. in fact, it was so calm that the three boys turned to you in surprise, watching the way you clutched onto nora with such comfort. changbin looked away but the other two couldn’t help but notice how much of a connection you had with nora. 

“i won’t let it happen” chan said, looking at changbin. 

you turned to chan in surprise of his sudden regard, “you… you won't?”

“changbin, she has obviously been taking good care of nora. if you know what’s best for her, then you’ll protect her. we’ll protect her”

changbin looked away from you this whole time, not wanting to see nora in the hands of another individual. in fact, it just reminded him of the terrible parent he was. 

jisung nodded in agreement however, “yeah changbin, eventually you’re going to need some help with parenting and.. you like nora, right y/n?”

you sighed as they asked the obvious, your hands running through nora’s jet black locks. “of course i do”

changbin looked right at you when you responded, his eyes drilling into yours as he watched the way you hugged the girl in your hands. “then…” he started, “let’s find out who your client is. and end him”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

you arrived at the same home you found yourself dropping off nora every night. this time it was different though, you got to sleep inside. you carried nora in your hands as changbin guided you to the master bedroom and you placed the girl in the middle of the bed.

“is it fine if i sleep on the floor?” changbin asked, his hands anxiously rubbing his sides

“you’re asking me to sleep in the same room as the guy that tried to murder me less than a few hours ago?”

“look i’m sor-”

“the floor looks uncomfortable. i don’t mind if you sleep on the bed” you said, tugging the warm comforter and facing your back towards him. you felt the mattress carry extra weight as changbin joined, sitting on the other side of nora

he was quick to turn off the nightlight behind him, a groan escaping his lips as he adjusted to the minimal space in his own bed

“changbin?” you whispered

you heard a few ruffles from the bed before he could reply, “yes?”

“a-are you okay? you know.. with the whole thing earlier?”

changbin sighed before replying, sitting up on the bed as he grabbed nora’s hand. “shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

you rested your head on your elbow, looking up at his dark figure before he could turn on the night light behind him. he looked straight ahead of him, his large fingers playing with the little girls hand before he could turn to you 

“i don’t know.. i mean sometimes i have these awful dreams at night of just me.. screaming at nothing? i don’t know what it is but it just felt weird.. i felt like i could trust you in someway. it just didn’t feel as scary. i didn’t feel like i had to scream for help or something”

with the light on and your attention on him you finally got a look at changbin. the boy in the black tee, sleeves hugging his arms filled with tattoos printing his skin in colors of red and blue. black vans and ripped jeans that covered the pink socks underneath. these socks were probably picked out by nora, you thought. she loved the color pink. 

changbin caught your eye as you stared at his figure before clearing his throat. “well, i definitely had to scream for help. the way you ruined jopping for me… i honestly cannot explain”

you choked on your breath, laughing as you remembered the way you sang to the top of your lungs. “you were there for that?!” 

“it’s not even funny. you seriously ruined that song for me”

you slapped his shoulder with your free hand, “stop it, you know you want an encore”

“y/n open that pretty mouth of yours and i swear i will kick you out of this house”

“‘pretty mouth, huh?’”

changbin scoffed, looking the other way as his cheeks turned a shade of pink. 

“well, anyways. i just want you to know that nora is really intelligent and fun to be around with. she seriously deserves the world”

“does she?” he asked, his other hand reaching out to grab yours and giving it a squeeze. “why don’t you help me give it to her?”

“what do you mean?”

“y/n, you seem stupid as hell but i seriously think we could get along. i don’t know what it is but i already like you” changbin confessed, making you smile as your fingers intertwined with his

“god, what am i gonna tell people when they ask me if i’d die for you” you laughed, throwing your head back as you realized how dumb you were. you closed your eyes, settling into the comforter in ease, you dreams vanishing away with the comfort of two others

≿————-　❈　————-≾

it was usual for you to wake up in the middle of your sleep, so when you found yourself sipping coffee in the middle of changbin’s living room it was no surprise. but what did surprise you was the buff arms that wrapped around your waist. 

“hey, y/n” changbin’s raspy voice whispered into your ear, “what are you doing in the middle of the night?”

“just thinking” you replied, warming your hands with the cup of coffee as changbin laid his chin on your shoulder

“...about?” 

“about this.. who is this guy? i’m scared changbin, i’m scared to go to work, i don’t know who this guy could be” your lips formed a somewhat whimper sound making changbin worry as he now stood in front of you.

“y/n, look” he said, grabbing your shoulders. “i don’t know who this guy is either, but i’m sure he doesn’t have the ability to hear your talent for singing, so you wont have to worry”

you rolled your eyes at his unexpected comment before he could continue, “and i just want you to know that i’m here for you,okay? i’m gonna protect you. not just for nora, i love you y/n” changbin said, placing a kiss on your forehead. his grip on your shoulders softened as he slowly placed a kiss on your cheek, and next on your lips. 

you pecked his lips one last time before lying your head on his shoulder, “i love you too”

“i love you three!!” nora exclaimed, running over and joining the hug party. “i told you she’d make a nice wife” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at changbin

“just wait till you hear a voice nora, sounds of an angel” he remarked with a smirk, earning a stomp on his toes from you

“ouch!! feisty!” changbin replied

“i only learn from the best!” nora giggled. 

[pnwswiftie]

I felt owned by an employer once. He was sexist and baited me into working for him only to turn the tables and gaslight me. And to be honest I’ve never pin pointed the feeling that has sat in my gut about him until recently; until watching my idol go through the same thing on a large scale in front of the world, until what has happened, what has been happening to Taylor Swift in her industry.

Mine was a veterinary surgeon whom I worked with in the past. I left the veterinary field and started a new career. The Vet (we will call him) moved away and when he came back he contacted me with a new idea to start his own practice.

He painted me a beautiful picture of what this clinic would be like. He said he couldn’t do it without me and promised me the world. I still remember the phone call where he said the words- “you will be my practice manager, my right hand, you could run the show and have a handsome career, I’ll make sure you are set for life, you will have an opportunity to buy into the company as well, to profit share.

He offered to pay me whatever my current job paid me. I didn’t jump at saying yes. I worked so hard to be where I was and this was a big risk. My now husband was hesitant and didn’t trust him 🚩 but supportive of whatever I chose (love him). Well, im the only one of me so a month later I took the jump and put in my notice. I trusted him.

I was hired on with one other person. A male, roughly my same age, overall a nice dude. We will call him Sam. I was in charge of all operations of the front desk and all aspects of the business side of things. I started every excel sheet for income tracking, taxes, inventory. I created every document, I created the scheduling program, I set up every vendor accounts. I scanned every piece of paper that came into the clinic doors, I set up our benefits. I answered phones I handled every single client. I visited clinics and preached to people our vision, so they would refer to us (we were a referral based clinic) on my days off. I did it ALL. I also scrubbed into surgery with the Vet and Sam, as there were only 3 of us running the entire show. If the phone rang, I would answer on a headset under my face mask and handle a client or clinic call right there, scrubbed in. I didn’t mind, I felt proud to show off my multitasking skills. He would give a little wink and a joke and the validation felt nice, like I earned his approval 🚩 when I did something above and beyond.

About a year went by and I was rolling in hard earned money, that’s for sure. I was working 7 am to 10 pm some days so I always had overtime. Sam was responsible for 1 thing- patient care, and I was responsible for LITERALLY everything else you could possibly think of. 🚩Needless to say I was getting worked to the BONE 🚩 . I was cool with it tho, this is what I signed up for right? We were growing and successful and getting BUSY!

One day I accidentally found out the pay gap 🚩between myself and Sam. I had been completely naive to the fact that we were not equals, nor was I getting paid “management” but that he made SUBSTANTIALLY more than me. I gave it some energy for a couple days and vented to my husband, then I let it go. Sam was nice, it’s not his fault. 🚩Maybe he’s just worth more than I am to the company, I told myself. 🚩Maybe he has a past history I didn’t know about that made him more valuable. It definitely should have been my red flag 🚩

My relationship with the Vet was kind of like a daughter and father but 🚩 only on his terms. Fun and playful and lots of “your our boss lady!”. It would also take very odd turns, 🚩 having to do small tasks outside my morals. In the office he would call me “the office manager, the boss, it’s all up to you, hospital administrator!” yet on the phone would call me 🚩 “the front desk person” 🚩“my receptionist” to other veterinarians. It bothered me, a lot, but I pushed it away. 🚩Who am I to be that nit picky over a title? 🚩He probably didn’t mean it or misspoke, I thought.

The tricky part is that I only have little under the radar examples of his abuse. 🚩 The ones you can’t QUITE put your finger on, that you can’t QUITE justify quitting on the spot but make you feel 🚩 worthless. They continued every day. He was incredibly sweet and funny, and then 🚩condescending and cruel. It was a roller coaster to try to please him constantly. It wore on me. I came to work and to deal with it I would make lists on scratch paper. Lists of why I was starting to hate my job. Lists that I would read in the car and cry. If I wasn’t cheerful he’d come in with 🚩“PMSING TODAY?” .... I’d laugh n bite my tongue. 🚩 That’s just being friendly playful right, he knows me well enough to say that to me, we’re like family, right? But every day I felt awful. And I needed my job now, more than ever. 🚩 He knew I needed this job, too. We had just put an offer on a house and surprise! we’re now expecting a baby.

Being pregnant changed things. I couldn’t assist in surgery and xrays like I used to. 🚩He would scoff when I would have to leave for prenatal appointments. 🚩 He would be caring and kind one minute, giving me hand me down baby clothes and gifts, and then cold and dry the next. 🚩Sam could and often would sleep in and no call/no show. He would roll in at noon and jump into surgery, acting like nothing happened, they’d joke together about women in front of me and being hung over. I was 5 min late once because of a traffic jam and had to have a “sit down meeting” about attendance. 🚩 I felt so ASHAMED and EMBARRASSED. 🚩 I had never once, NOT EVER, had work problems, attendance problems, behavioral problems, in my entire history of working. This job was my LIFE. 🚩 Was something seriously wrong with me???

The last straw came when I was 6 months pregnant. He claimed that everyone was having a private “check in meeting”. He told me at mine that 🚩him and Sam talked 🚩 and agreed that I’m not the happy bubbly girl I used to be. I sat with him in the shade of a big oak tree in the grass that has since fallen in a wind storm (ironically. He said I would be getting a $1 raise and that he wanted me to take on MORE responsibility since I could no longer assist in surgery and listed basically anything he could possibly think of to tack on to my job to make up for that $1. 🚩 all I could think was... how???? I was already drowning. I finally got courage this time and said NO. My lip quivered and tears ran down my face with 🚩 stress. I brought up valid arguments but looking back I wish my voice wasnt so timid. Or that I had the courage to call out just one, ONE instance of his inappropriate behavior. But lastly, 🚩 I asked why is my title “FRONT DESK PERSON” when Sam is now “Lead Surgery Operations Director (Who Does No Wrong)??

His response sticks with me to this day. It was painful and degrading and I will never forget it. After working my ass off and building this place from the bottom, the long nights and everything I gave them... I also will never forget his 🚩 smirk . “Well you see, giving you a title like that would be like rewarding a BAD DOG with a BONE��� 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

🚩I was devastated. 🚩And confused. 🚩I’m a BAD DOG???

I stuck it out for the remainder of my pregnancy, working the 12 hour days up until I went into labor at work. I trained a new girl on every process, excel spread, schedule I had developed and created. I put on a fake smile and wrote my scratch lists and re-read my lists on the way home and cried. I couldn’t just quit. I couldn’t let my family down.

We had our baby and stared at his tiny toes and fingers and cried every single day that I may have to go back to my hell job. I interviewed for different clinics while on leave. I was desperate. The vet was on a sweet streak- 🚩 sending us gifts, having his wife cook us meals and checking in on us all the time. He frequently asked what date I was coming back. He informed me that when I came back I would need to take the later shift and give the new girl my current shift. 🚩She needed it, he said. He said we could discuss the title of “lead receptionist” now and could 🚩 continue to work towards my goal of hospital manager. 🚩 I accepted but I felt sick. 🚩 I felt like I had to go back to work for someone who I couldn’t trust. I felt like he owned me in the worst possible way. (At one time he even tried to tell me I had half of the PTO that I actually had saved up for maternity leave, another 🚩🚩🚩 but I saved my paystubs as PROOF)

Today I work for the clinic that we shared the building with. When they heard I left they immediately offered me a position. The Vet left to purchase his own facility. He acted shocked and surprised and in disbelief that I wasn’t returning. At first it was tough, not gonna lie. We literally ate noodles for a year because I went down to part time. But the bravest thing I ever did was RUN ♥️ I now LOVE my job and they treat their employees wonderfully and equally and have real life morals.

I actually didn’t intend for this to be a novel LOL but even if not a single soul reads this, it’s therapeutic for me to actually get my thoughts down after almost 6 years now. My advice is to ALWAYS trust your gut. TRUST THE 🚩 RED 🚩 FLAGS. Don’t let anyone make you question your character. Never EVER ACCEPT being controlled and manipulated against your morals. Choose the future over time spent in the past (thanks T @taylorswift) and work somewhere that respects you. That pays you FAIRLY. Don’t be afraid to TELL your story too because this has to STOP (I’ve almost deleted this whole thing 13x) If it happened to me I can’t imagine how many other women it happens to. Anyway if you read this then holy shit here’s a hug and CHIN UP YOU ARE WORTHY, YOU ARE NOT A BAD DOG. ♥️

[benhardyisdaddy]

Love Of My Life - Part 11

MASTERLIST 

(welcome to the next part, its been forever it feels so im sorry!!! i hope u all like it oooof) 

Word Count: 2,098

“How cute is this place?” you ask, walking inside.

The door’s pushed open as a tiny bell rings, letting everyone know a new customer has arrived. John walks and stands next to you as you both slowly turn your heads and admire the building. It’s an old antique shop, filled with various things old and new, but mostly old. Everything was rustic and beautiful, causing the smile on your face to be permanent. You adored antique things. The thought of giving an old object a new home made you happy. You walk deeper into the building and admire an old vanity mirror. It was white, but had traces of wood peeking out from the paint, causing it to look beautiful. You run your finger over the flat surface and look beside it, an old Raggedy Ann doll catching your eye. She had a smile on her face, causing you to pick her up. You turn around and spot John looking at a rack of postcards, filled with different places. You walk over to him and hold up the doll, causing him to jump slightly and take a step back.

“No.” he says firmly, knowing what you were going to ask.

“But she’s so cute and she needs a new home!” you beg, your lip pouting.

“Love,” he starts, looking down at the doll and shuddering. “You can get anything else, anything else, just not… That. Please. It’s creepy.”

You frown and look back down at the doll.

“He didn’t mean that.” you whisper to her, causing John to smirk.

But the more you stare at the doll in your hands, you start realizing how right John was, but you’d never tell him that. You place her down next to a toy horse and walk back over to John. He’s still searching through the old postcards, pulling some out and flipping them around to read. You join in and turn the wrack slightly, your eye catching a card. John watches as you stare at it, your eyes gleaming. He smiles and reaches forward to pull it out of it’s slot, turning it around to make sure it’s okay. On the front is a gorgeous picture of the Eiffel tower at night, with it’s lights glistening all around. You can see people below it, looking up in amazement, just like you would. You had always wanted to visit Paris and see the Eiffel Tower in real life. Ever since you were a little girl you dreamed of visiting and eating at a small cafe, listening to their beautiful language and admiring their historical landmarks. It was definitely something on your bucket list.

“I always wanted to visit there.” you tell John, still looking at the card in his hand.

He watches you closely and smiles as he leans in to kiss the side of your head.

“Well, guess we’ll have to go one day.”

You look up to him fast, your eyes wide with excitement.

“Really?” you ask, almost shocked.

John nods and half laughs at your cute expression. He places the card back in it’s slot before turning and kissing you softly, making you lean into him.

“I promise.” he says, holding up his two thumbs to you.

You lean your head back and laugh a bit as you hold your thumbs up as well. The look on John’s face was child like and sweet, making you smile and swoon almost. John promised you the most extraordinary life and did not disappoint. You were just happy you had him in your life. That’s all you needed.

“And when we go, you can wear those cute little hats they like. And we’ll get you one of those cute skirts…” he whispered, leaning his mouth closer to your ear.

Your face goes red as his hand slides down your back. He leans his face down to yours as you stare into his eyes and smirk, biting your lip.

“I think we should go.” you whisper.

The corners of his mouth slightly raise up as he nods.

“I think so too.” he whispers back.

You raise a brow playfully and turn around, walking to the exit. John follows behind you, but not before turning back around and staring at the postcard once more.

***

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

You groan and roll over, squeezing your eyes shut. You didn’t want to be awake. You wonder why the hell you even set your alarm in the first place? You were hungover. Beyond hungover. Last night was a bad night for you. It had been about two weeks since you’ve gotten a letter from John. You were starting to think that maybe they had stopped. That there were no more. Maybe he didn’t get to finish them, you think to yourself. Maybe he got too sick and just couldn’t write anymore. Those thoughts had flooded your mind the night before, causing you to have another breakdown. You went to the store, bought a bunch of alcohol and ice cream, went home and forgot all about the ice cream. The alcohol was gone within two hours. You were pissed drunk and even more sad. You stare drunkenly at the empty bottle and frown. You were stumbling around, angry that John was still in your head. You really thought drinking would make those thoughts go away, but they only amplified them even more. You just wanted another letter, another piece of him. But no.

You were walking around your home and running into everything, causing yourself to laugh. The cell phone in your back pocket was irritating you, causing you to take it out and toss it on the couch. You walk over to your sound system and pick a song, causing it to blare. It was sad, yet fast paced. You start belching out the lyrics and dancing insanely, your eyes squeezed shut as tears slipped past them. You were sobbing and trying to ignore it. You were angry at the world and wanted to forget about everything. The song continues to play and eventually switches to another loud one. Your voice is dry and sore from screaming the lyrics, but you didn’t care. It was nice to feel something at least. You dance around and jump while flinging your arms. You didn’t care if anyone could see you. You didn’t care about anything at all right now. You just wanted John there with you, but that wasn’t going to happen. You know.

A few more songs come on and you continue dancing. Suddenly, surprised you hear it, there’s a loud bang on your front door. You pause dancing and look over to it confused. Another loud, forceful knock causes you to rush over to it. You freeze and wait once more, another knock making you jump. You unlock it fast and open it up wide, obviously not caring if it had been a murderer. It’s no murderer, only Roger. He stands there with his phone raised up to you. It shows that he’s been on a call with you for a while now and it’s still going.

“You called me!” he yells out, over the music. “I thought you were in trouble. When the music started playing, I left to get over here as fast as I could!”

You just stand there as you stare at him, feeling your head buzz. He looked so worried and soft right now, you weren’t sure exactly what to say.

“Left where?” you ask, not knowing why you did.

His face falls a bit, his cheeks turning red. He shrugs a bit, thinking of something to say.

“A friend’s house. It doesn’t matter, I’m here now and-”

“Which friends house?” you ask.

He raises a brow, his eyes narrowing a bit. He doesn’t know why you’re asking this.

“Are you drunk?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

You could barely stand up right, swaying all over the place. Your words were slurred badly as your eyes are hooded and red, mostly from crying.

“Which friend?” you ask again, ignoring him.

He sighs and looks away for a moment, then back to you.

“Her name’s Holly.” he finally confesses.

“Is she pretty?” you ask.

Roger’s eyes widen a bit, surprised by your bluntness.

“Do you love her? Do you think you’ll marry her?”

He opens his mouth to speak, but you gave him no chance. He doesn’t understand what’s happening.

“Are you gonna leave her just like everyone else does?”

All of a sudden, Roger realizes that you’re not talking about Holly. You’re talking about yourself. And you’re not referring to Roger, you’re referring to John. It broke his heart, but not as much as it did yours. You watch his shocked face as you roll your eyes and sniffle, wiping away tears. You take a step back and go to shut the door.

“Didn’t mean to bother you, Roger. Go back to Polly.” you say, getting her name wrong.

You go to close the door, but he stops it with his hand. He opens it back up and watches as you stare at him like a lost little kid. Your eyes are wide with sadness, glossy from crying. You look so tiny and fragile, he didn’t want to break you. You just stare at him, not knowing what to say.

“I’m not leaving you.” he says fast. “I will never leave you. I’d leave a million other girls if it meant you needed me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your brows knit together as your eyes squeeze close, tiny sobs escaping your mouth. Your body shakes as you stand there frozen, unable to move. Roger quickly walks forward and wraps his arms around you tightly. He places his head on top of yours and rubs your back as you weep onto chest. You grip his shirt harshly as you scream against him, slightly drowned out by another song that’s playing now. He kisses the top of your head as he kicks your door closed with his foot. He slowly moves the two of you into your bedroom and helps you lay down on the bed. He pulls the covers over you as you still cry and hold the sheets close to you. He hurriedly rushes to the living room and turns off the music and locks the front door. He walks back to the room and you’ve calmed down a bit. You look over to him with exhaustion in your eyes.

“Please don’t go.” you whisper to him.

Roger’s stood by your doorway and half smiles, walking up to the other side of the bed. He slides in next to you and stares up at the ceiling. You roll yourself over and place your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around him. Roger freezes and finally relaxes as he places his arm over you as well. And just like the night of the hotel, the two of you fall asleep together.

***

Now it’s the next morning and you’re alone in bed, your head pounding. You hear movement in your kitchen as you slide from under the covers and sit up a bit, your legs dangling over the side. You close your eyes and allow the nausea to subside. You take in a deep calming breath when you suddenly hear a knock at your front door. If you weren’t so woozy, you’d have jumped up and answered it. You listen as Roger opens it up and speaks to someone. You hear him thank them as he closes it. You listen closely, but there’s nothing. Curiosity gets the best of you as you stand up and slowly walk out of your room. You spot Roger in front of your door, his back facing you. He’s staring down at something, not moving. You knit your brows together as you lean your shoulder against the wall, watching.

“Rog?” you ask, your voice hoarse.

He turns his head fast and looks at you, a confused look on his face. You stand up straight, suddenly getting worried.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” you ask.

He looks back around to whatever it was and then slowly turns, something in his hands.

“It’s for you.” he says, holding it up.

Your heart almost stops. You haven’t gotten a letter from John in what feels like forever. You could cry from being so happy. You fight back a huge grin as he slowly walks up to you and reaches it forward. You take it fast and stare down at it. You freeze. Now you really are crying. This wasn’t John’s normal letter to you. No.

This was a postcard.

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[latina4bangtan]

Let’s Make a Deal

Times are hard for (y/n)’s family. After her father gets himself in some major trouble with one of LA ‘s biggest gangs (y/n) has to make a huge sacrifice to get her family out of danger by marrying Namjoon the leader of Seoul’s most ruthless gang who’s trying to take over in LA.

Warnings: Violence, Gang referenceS, Adult Language, eventual (m) rated chapters and I’ll add as I go if necessary

Genres: Angst, eventual smut & fluff

Word count: 1332

Namjoon x latina

Namjoon x reader

“Why in the hell did it have to be raining outside. I’m already running late to my second job. Apparently my life is just so grand that’s why duh🙄” you said to yourself.

Having had the worst past couple months you felt that if one more thing went wrong you were sure to lose your damn mind. It had all started when your Dad had gotten laid off from his job 8 months ago. This had really put your family in a rough place and you didn’t even know how you were gonna make it out at this point. Your Mom was always trying to pick up little side jobs to do at the house to help out as much as she could but it didn’t seem to help much. As for you....well you got a second job to help put your little sister through school mainly to keep her as far as away as you could from the situation at home. What she didn’t know would keep her from getting hurt is what you kept telling yourself.

Though it still didn’t seem to be enough considering your dad still wasn’t finding any work....or any legal work that is.

A couple months in and that’s when you started to notice it. The late night visits from strangers that dad was taking. Deals from all walks of life would happen in the alley behind your home. Some that came were men of different ages others were women all looking for something. Something you knew would end badly for everyone.

**DING DING***

“Shit!” You had been so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed the bus had stopped.

Rushing out the door with your head ducked as to avoid the rain you rush out the door of the bus and run right into some poor innocent soul.

“Hey! Why don’t you watch where you’re going!” The man had said.

He was trying to regain his balance as he tried to keep his what seemed to be a really fancy suit dry from the rain. All the while you were also trying to process what had just happened.

“My bad I didn’t mean to run into you. But no harm done right?” You said while trying to keep yourself together and giving him your best fake smile ever.

“Why don’t you try and be more careful next time. You may actually run into the wrong type of person some day.” He said looking straight at you with a very irritated expression.

Now listen I’m not gonna lie I felt bad about running into him and when he looked at me I almost went cross eyed cause he was probably the most beautiful person I had ever seen but he didn’t have to be an ass. It was an accident and honestly you didn’t have the patience or the time for his attitude you had thought to yourself.

“Ok I get it you’re pissed but honestly I’m sorry I don’t know what else you would like me to say or do but having an attitude sure isn’t helping amigo.”

“I’m not your amigo.” He said

“And at this point I’m almost positive you never will be so with that being said I gotta get to work. Have a very pleasant rest of your day.” You said with a heavy load of sarcasm and you walked around him and continued on your way to work.

Jeez what was his problem you thought.

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Namjoon’s POV

He stood there in shock that this girl had the nerve to talk to him in such a way. Did she not know who the hell you were?

Obviously not or she wouldn’t have acted the way she did.

In that moment you see the driver pull up to the curve causing you to get out of the thoughts that remained in you head of the girl from the bus stop.

Getting into the car you told the driver to take you to the address that you had been given on a sheet of paper from Taehyung prior to almost being tackled.

Namjoon. The leader of the most ruthless and heartless gang in Seoul had traveled a long way to settle the score he had with his rival Samuel. Samuel was the leader of the biggest Mexican gang in LA. They currently had the highest market of illegals coming in and out of the country and Namjoon wanted to take over....and he would he told himself.

When he pulled up to the house he sees his best friend J-Hope standing outside the front door.

“So what happened?”

“Exactly what we thought was going to happen he had some of his guys rough him up a bit to send a message.”

“Well I guess it’d be best if we finish that message off for him. It will show that he’s too weak to even handle his own business to the point that we had to step in.”

“Whatever you say man you’re the boss Im just here for....moral support.” J-Hope says as he gives Namjoon a mischievous smile knowing well enough not to try and question his friend but unable to keep himself from messing with him.

Going through the front door Namjoon sees the older man slumped on the floor covered in bruises and blood. Evidence that he had taken a major beating prior to his arrival but not at the hands of his men....or at least not yet.

“Looks like you’ve had a pretty rough day. Can’t say I’m all that surprised considering you decided to steal money from one of the biggest gangs here in LA....In my opinion they let you off pretty easy.” Namjoon says as he kneels down to face the man.

“Please.”

“Me and Samuel don’t have the best relationship you see....” he says without paying much attention to the man on the ground. “I’m currently trying to take over what he has going for him here in LA but to do that i need to show his men that he’s incapable of running such a large organization. Unfortunately for you that means finishing a job he couldn’t do.”

“I’m begging you” the man says looking straight at him as Namjoon starts to stand.

As he was getting up from kneeling down at the corner of his eye a picture frame catches his attention.

Walking over and grabbing the frame a sudden idea pops into his head. One that would change the way he was going to take over the market in LA.

“On second thought....I think we might be able to make a deal that will not only spare your ass but will also keep your little family safe.” Namjoon says to the man while picking up the frame.

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Your POV

Dead beat tired that’s what you are. This two job life is really starting to take its toll on you. At this point all you wanted to do was go home, jump in your bed and fall into a deep sleep.

Walking into your home you immediately feel the uneasiness in the atmosphere. Though if we’re being honest at this point it’s not even out of the ordinary with all the shady people your dad had been doing “business” with always hanging around by the house.

Without giving it a second thought you head to your room.

When you walk in you’re shocked to see both of your parents sitting on the bed. Noticing that your mom had tears in her eyes you begin to walk forward only to really take in your fathers physical condition.

“OMG! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?! Are you ok!?!”

It wasn’t your dad’s appearance that scared you the most in that moment.... it was the way he looked at you and said.....

”We need to talk with you”

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Authors Note: Wow so I like love namjoon incase no one noticed 🥰🥰. I was gonna write this with another member but I just couldn’t help myself 💁🏽‍♀️. Anyways this is gonna have some fluff some angst and a whole lot of other stuff that I’m not so sure about yet. I'm thinking of making this into a series 👀 so please please if you could give this a like I would really love you and appreciate it 🤗. This will be my first so feedback is also soooo appreciated. Mucho Love! ❤️

[be-more-chill-evan-hansen]

Another August thing

[So I'm having the characters refer to August as "they/them" because writers have used "they/them" to refer to singular people for forever and in my previous August story, August tells everyone that they don't really care for "he" or "she" (like it feels wrong/weird) and also before I even knew what nonbinary was, I would refer to singular people as "they/them", so it's not uncommon.]

So this is a continuation of my last August story, but more a few weeks after the events. August has already been selling for a while. 

Warnings: violence

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August counted the money they received from selling papers. They counted 65 cents and shoved the money in their pocket. They could feel a cool mist in the air, signaling that it was getting ready to rain, so they started heading back to the lodging house quickly. They were passing an alley when they felt a creepy sensation on the back of their neck. They knew that they were being followed. When they went to turn around, they were hit in the face and fell to the ground.

"Did you think that you could get away with humiliating us?" One of the voices said.

It was the Delancey brothers.

August tried to get up, but they felt a foot slam into their side, knocking the breath out of them. They tried yelling for help, but another blow kept them from making a sound. They felt the kicks coming from every direction, and they knew that there was no way to get help. When the attack subsided, August slowly got their breath back. "I was wrong to call you two halfwits, okay?" They carefully propped themselves up. "I gave you too much credit." They saw a shoe swing into their face and their vision went black.

-

"Where's August?" Romeo asked, pacing around the room. He looked out of the window of the lodging house, looking at the pouring rain. "It’s been hours. They're usually back by now. Do you think something happened?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders. "I can't think of any reason why they wouldn't be back." Jack thought harder before coming to a sickening realization. "Oh, my God."

"What?" Romeo asked, panicked.

"What if they crossed the Delanceys?"

Romeo looked at the clock on the wall. "It's 11:30. We're not supposed to be out now, and not past midnight, even if we do get a pass."

Jack bit his thumb nail. "Let's go to Kloppman and see if he can give us a pass to go find August."

Romeo nodded and followed Jack to Mr. Kloppman's desk. "Excuse us, Mr. Kloppman, our friend August hasn't gotten back yet, and we have reason to believe that something happened. Can you give us a pass to go out so we can find 'em?"

Mr. Kloppman thought for a second before nodding. "I would suggest hurrying up." He handed them a pass before going back to his work.

Romeo and Jack rushed downstairs and out of the door. They went up and down the streets calling for August in the cold downpour.

Romeo was looking in every alley he passed, calling to his friend. "August!" He began to lose hope until he heard a faint groaning coming from ahead. He hurried to the noise and saw August curled in a ball, their clothes ripped almost to shreds, and their lips blue. He ran to them and lifted their head. "August? Can you hear me?"

August tried to speak, but all they could do was cough and groan. They nodded softly and shivered from being in the cold rain.

Romeo lifted August slowly, trying not to hurt them. "Jack! I found them! I'm heading back!" He struggled to hold them, but he kept his grip until he got to the door of the lodging house. He knocked on the door with his foot, hoping that someone would hear it.

The door opened to reveal Mush, who's eyes were wide. "Oh, my God. What happened?"

"The Delanceys," Romeo answered snidely as he walked through the door. He placed August on a table and tried to keep them sitting up, realizing that they went unconscious again. "August?" He turned to Mush. "Get some towels and some dry clothes. Hurry."

Mush ran to the washroom as Jack entered through the door.

"Where were they?" Jack asked.

"In an alley," Romeo answered. He pushed August's hair back and felt their pulse. "Their pulse is kinda weak, but I think that warming them up will help." He heard Mush running back down the stairs and took the towels and clothes from him. "Help me get them out of the wet clothes." He felt sick to his stomach seeing the torn fabric, knowing that it was the Delanceys that did it.. The bruises on August's torso were even worse. It made him furious.

Once the dry clothes were on August, Romeo wrapped the towels around their shoulders to warm them up. "C'mon, August. Wake up."

It took a few minutes, but August woke back up. They looked around at Romeo, Jack, and Mush. "Wh-what happened? How did I get here?"

"The Delanceys worked you over pretty good," Jack said. "You had a lot of bruising. It started raining a few hours ago, and we found you in an alley. Brought you back. Your skin is really cold."

August looked down. "What h-h-happened to m-my clothes?"

"Torn," Romeo replied. "They were shreds." He lowered his voice. "Do you remember anything that happened?"

August tried to think a minute before shaking their head. "I-I think I remember them c-cornering me. I remember th-them kicking me, b-but then I blacked out. I-I can't remember anything else." August tried to sit up a little more. "I think they may have took my money."

"How much did you make?" Jack asked.

"Uh...'bout 65?"

"If the Delanceys have their own money, why take money from a newsie?"

"Because they're pricks," Mush said. "They won't get away with this."

"Not much we can do," Romeo said. "Weasel is their uncle. Even if we can prove it, nothing's going to happen."

"I didn't mean that," Mush said. "Screw officials. We're taking care of it our way."

"It's f-fine, guys," August said. "I d-don't want you to fight my battles for me."

"Hell, no," Jack said. "If we give in, they win!"

"No." August groaned, still shivering. "I-if we fight, we give th-them what they want. They want us to f-f-fight back. If we fight, they win."

Romeo put his hand on August's. "They beat you up, took your money, and left you in an alley on the coldest, rainiest day in July. Your clothes are torn, your lips are blue, your skin is like ice, and you're shaking like crazy. You'd probably be close to dead if we didn't find you until morning. This deserves payback. If it's a fight that they want, then it's a fight they'll get."

"S-seriously, leave it alone." August leaned back and rested their head on the table. "Please don't s-start anything."

"We're not starting anything," Mush said. "They're the ones that started it, and it wasn't even when they beat you up. They've been harassing us for a while. They took it too far this time."

"I think we should let August rest," Jack said, trying to end the conversation. "Someone needs to help August up the stairs and stay with them to make sure they're okay."

"I'll do it," Romeo said. He helped August stand and led them up the stairs. He led them to the bed and sat them down. "I'll go pay for you since you don't have your money. I'll be right back." He ran off to the desk.

August lay on their side and curled into a ball under their sheet. They tried to close their eyes, but all they could see was the shoe coming at their face. They could feel every blow again, as if it was happening at that very moment. They opened their eyes and tried to hold back tears.

"August?" Romeo said softly. "What is it?"

"I-I...." August couldn't speak. They didn't know they were hyperventilating until they became lightheaded. They tried to control their breathing before speaking. "I c-can't...sleep. I close my eyes and I just see...I feel...them attacking me."

Romeo knelt on the floor beside August's bed. "You're okay, okay? Nothing can happen to you in here. You're safe." He saw August put their head down. "We can sell together if you want. That way you don't have to deal with the Delanceys alone. Does that sound good?"

August nodded and smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, August." Romeo sat on the bed by August's and lay on his side so he could keep an eye on his friend. It made him angry that August had to go through that. He wished so badly to go after the Delanceys, but if August didn't want to escalate the confrontation, he wasn't going to. It would probably just make it worse for them all. He rested his head on his pillow and tried to stay awake, at least for August's sake.

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I will give you a shout out in my next August story (which will be a continuation of this) if you can guess why I chose to make it take place in July :)

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