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AMNESIA

╰┈➤ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

Genre: romance, fluff, a little angst Story type: two part story, short story

Part 1 | Part 2

Word count: 2k

TW(s) for this part: mentions of torture, super brief mentions of r@pe, a lot of angst

Simon fan art credit: @shkretart

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One year, thirteen days and eleven hours.

That’s the time passed since you’ve been declared missing in action, the time that Simon had spent without you, the time that made life feel like hell all over again for him. You had been his light in the dark, making his life seem meaningful again. He still remembers when you two met for the first time, when you saved his life on the battlefield, he remembers your first date – you asked him out first – it was a simple date at a pub, he remembers when you were drunk and pulled up his mask to kiss him.

He remembers when, as a gift for your one year anniversary, he showed you his face and you cried while telling him how handsome he was. Two weeks after that you went out on a mission, as usual, but you didn’t come back when the mission was supposed to end, or one day later, or one week later.

They hadn’t found your body so you got declared M.I.A., missing in action, instead of K.I.A., killed in action.

That happened one year, thirteen days and twelve hours ago.

Simon didn’t know what to believe, if you were alive, where were you? Why didn’t you come back? If you were dead, well…Simon didn’t even want to think about that possibility.

Today was supposed to be your second year anniversary, but you aren’t there to celebrate with him, and even though he knew that you wouldn’t magically appear in your room at the base he still placed the gift he got you on your bed: a silver ring.

He had never been too much invested in marriage, not really seeing the point in it…But with you? He definitely wanted to marry you, but didn’t want to go too fast so he decided to wait at least four years of relationship before asking you to let him be your husband.

That was a stupid idea.

You both were soldiers, risking your life everyday, waiting wasn’t something neither of you could afford. But, as they said, you understand the beauty of things only when you don’t have them anymore, right?

It took him one year, thirteen days and thirteen hours to understand that he should’ve married you sooner.

“Lieutenant Riley, the squad is ready.” A soldier says as he walks next to Simon to the exit of the base, they were going on a new mission, but they weren’t searching for you. They stopped after five months and two days – the Task Force stopped, not Simon, who was always using the mission as excuses to search for new intels about you from the enemies.

Simon doesn’t answer the soldier, acting cold like he wasn’t crying in your room a few minutes ago, he simply nods.

Simon is just Ghost now, on the battlefield, shooting the enemies at sight, not even caring if they had any family that was waiting for them, he didn’t pity them because no one pitied you. He finally reaches the interior of the building and finds the boss of the cartel watching him unfazed as he smokes.

“Are you here for me? Or for the bitch in my possession?” he asks as he lets the smoke get out of his mouth.

“Human trafficking too? This isn’t getting better for you.” Ghost snickers as he points his gun at the man.

“Human trafficking? Oh no, my boy – the man laughs – that woman is a rare jewel, I could never share her if not with some of my most trusted men, of course.” Hearing his words makes Ghost sick in the stomach, he feels that something is off and for the first time in his life he hopes that his instincts are wrong. “You, with the skull mask over there, is your name Ghost by any chance?”

Ghost’s eyes widen a little but he quickly regains his composure, “How did you know?”

“‘Cause that was the only name that bitch could say when I got her a year ago, her name is something like…Y/n? Do you know her or is she just a groupie of yours?” The man laughs and Simon’s heart skips a beat.

Y/n is alive?

His Y/n is alive?

“Where is she?!” Simon snaps and holds the gun against the boss’ neck, “Where is Y/n.”

“Oh, so she is someone important…Let me go out of this place untouched and I’ll tell you how to find her.”

“Deal.” Simon says as he lowers his gun.

“Three floors under this, two of my men stand in front of the door of her room, tell them I sent you and they’ll let you in.” The man explains with a smirk as he walks to the door of the room.

“Thank you for the information,” Ghost says before shooting at the man right in the back of his head, “asshole.”

The next thing he knows is that he’s running down the stairs of the building until he reaches the floor where two men stand in front of a metallic door, “Your boss sent me.” He says, the men look at eachother confused before Ghost shots at both of them in the head. He takes a deep breath and kicks the door open, the room is empty and dirty, the only thing he sees is a small figure curled up against a corner as she rocks back and forth, hugging her knees and with her head between them.

“Y/n?” He asks softly as he kneels next to her, the girl looks up at him and he immediately recognizes you. You’ve lost weight, your cheeks are more hollow, your body more fragile, and your eyes more dull but it’s definitely you.

He knows it.

“Don’t hurt me please…” You whisper as you crawl more against the corner, as if you just want to disappear.

“Y/n, sweetheart, I would never hurt you…” Simon whispers back as he holds out his hands to touch you but you flinch and move your arm away.

“I don’t trust you.” You say as you look at him from behind your arm, using it as some sort of shield.

“Sweetheart, don’t you recognize me? It’s me, Simon, Ghost, your Simon…” He whispers trying to not show how much your words hurt him, he more than anyone understands how torture can change someone and he won’t judge you.

“Who are you? Do you work with him too? Are you new?” You ask as you look at him with wide eyes, scared.

“Darling it’s me…Your boyfriend…” He says as he looks at you frantically, have they brainwashed you? Have you…lost your memory?

“I have a boyfriend?” You ask as you slowly let your guard down, why do you already trust this stranger so much?

One year, thirteen days and twenty one hours is the time that took him to find you.

And you have no idea who he is.

“This place is…nice.” You say as you walk around what this man, Simon, says is your room at this military base. You trust him, I mean, he showed you the records of your past missions, he showed some photos of you two together – with dates that go back to two years and more ago – so why shouldn’t you?

And he’s so sweet and gentle with you, he treats you like you’re made of glass.

“The doctor said that your amnesia shouldn’t be permanent…” Simon sighs as he sits on your bed and with a quick motion takes the ring that he had left on your bed before the mission back and hides it in his pocket, without you noticing anything.

“I hope so…” You say as you look at the framed photo on your nightstand: you and Simon hugging in your gear, probably after a mission, “I would love to remember our relationship, it seems so…happy, healthy and full of love…” You smile and take the frame in your hands, then you look at Simon, “You said I’ve been missing for over a year, and you still searched for me?”

Simon chuckles, almost offended at your question, “of course darling, and if I hadn’t found you today I would’ve continued searching for you…Until my death.”

“I was one hell of a lucky woman…I mean…I am one hell of a lucky woman?” You say confused as you place the frame where you found it.

“You don’t remember our relationship so I guess considering us a couple must be…strange, for you…” you hear him whisper under his breath, “so you don’t have to see me as a boyfriend you don’t remember, see me as a…best friend, or just a friend…or a coworker…” he starts to panic, then he takes a deep breath and looks back at your eyes, ��just…see me as what makes you comfortable the most…”

You can’t help but smile, he seems like a sweet man, you were lucky to have him as your boyfriend — friend, for now.

“Perhaps there’s something that can help me remember everything? Remember…us?” You ask as you look at him with a hopeful look, he seems so sweet and caring that he just makes you want to remember your relationship. “I don’t know…something we used to do together?”

He thinks for a few seconds, “We did almost everything together…” he chuckles, “But every Saturday evening we would meet up in my room and listen to the radio as we cuddled in the bed. That was definitely a weekly routine.”

Simon looks up at you with eyes full of love because, you may not remember him, but he remembers you perfectly; he remembers your first kiss, he remembers your first date, he remembers the first time you two had together, he remembers every curve of your body.

Just then an idea crosses his mind, now he knows what to do if you don’t get your memories back: you fell in love with him once, he could make you fall in love with him all over again.

“The idea of cuddling may look uncomfortable for you, since you don’t remember anything…so, what do you think about a date? We could ask for a few days of leave and try to give you your memories back…What d’ya think?” He asks with an hopeful smile as he looks at you. “Maybe a picnic or something like that…”

“I’m in.” You say with a smile without thinking twice about it.

And just like that you find yourselves back in London, everyday Simon takes you out for a date, each one always different from the one before. You slowly start gaining back your memory, but they are just pointless memories of the names of your hamsters, or an order Price gave you a long time ago.

But no memories of Simon, zero, absolutely nothing.

But that doesn’t stop him, not even in the slightest, he continues taking you out on dates, talking to you about all the things you did and used to do together; he tells you what happened on the day of your first anniversary and shows you his face again, in the intimacy of your apartment.

You two had planned, one year ago, to move in together in that apartment together once you’d be back from the mission, the same mission where you went M.I.A.

That’s the only thing he doesn’t tell you, because he didn’t know how you could react to that information.

You don’t remember your love for him, but it wasn’t hard for you to fall in love with him all over again in no time, with all the dates he took you in this week.

“Simon, I have to tell you something…” You say while you two are sitting on the couch of your apartment, watching a movie. Simon turns his head towards you with a soft smile, “I don’t know if the memories will ever come back completely, or come back at all…”

“It’s okay, we’ll work on that.” Simon says with a smile as he gently caresses your cheek.

“What I mean is…I don’t remember how our relationship was…I don’t remember loving you, but…Now, I do, love you…” You say as you lean your face in his touch, smiling softly. Simon’s eyes shoot wide as he looks at you.

“Are you sure? I- I don’t want you to feel pressured or…or forced to have feelings for me…” He says nervously as he examines your expression with his eyes, trying to understand if you really mean it or are just saying that to comfort him.

“Hundred percent sure, Si…I love you.” You smile, Simon’s eyes fill with tears as he softly kisses your lips.

He had missed the feeling of your lips on his so much…

“I love you too, I love you so much that you can’t even imagine.” He says as he giggles through the tears and kisses you again. “I don’t care if you get your memories back or not, we’ll build other memories together.”

“Together.”

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Ache // Yandere! Ticci Toby x

Fem! Reader {SMUT}

[Hello, this will be the first fic that I post. What I'm going to give you guys beforehand is some trigger warnings before we get on to it. Other than that, I hope you enjoy it and give me some feedback whenever you're done if you feel in the mood.]

TW // Violence, r@pe, and a whole lotta mention of murder as always.

𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ - First P.O.V

Every day, it started like this. Planted in my bed, tangled in my grey sheets, waiting for that one sliver of motivation to get out of my blankets. My room was a mess. Pieces of clothing scattered across the floor, piling up around my dresser, and hanging off of places I tossed them.

I stared over the rest of what I could see while trying to get rid of the bitter taste of soda left on my tongue from last night. The posters I've collected of my favorite bands clung onto the wall for dear life, fading away from how long they had been there. An empty Sprite can stood on my nightstand, left there after my body decided to have its third caffeine crash this week.

It was getting so warm where I was lying that I was starting to overheat, making me shuffle around to stay cold. That wasn't too hard because of how freezing my room was.

When I looked at my window, I noticed it was cracked open. If I didn't shut it soon, it would get worse. But minutes were melting into each other and I didn't want to get up. Why did I love to procrastinate so much? It shouldn't be this hard to move on with my day.

Silence filled every corner of my apartment, leaving me to peacefully rot. Was it selfish of me to be like this? That's what it felt like they were trying to say when I talked to relatives. But that's the reason why I prefer to be shut-in. I never had to hear that about myself. The world outside would remain indifferent. And hopefully, by the time I had to move, I was swallowed into the Earth below.

A sudden vibration of my phone startled me. I mumbled a barrage of curses and reached for it slowly, furrowing my brows and groaning. I could only pray that it wasn't him trying to contact me.

The last time he visited, I no longer felt safe outside. I would check behind me constantly, feeling as if his light brown eyes were glued to my back, and at any moment, he could come back and chop off my limbs until I was a headless torso. Remembering that he existed caused that horrible anxiety to spread goosebumps across my skin. I was shaking as I tried to unlock my phone.

Hundreds of notifications popped up that I had been ignoring, some of them messages from my mom, and the rest were emails. I almost accidentally clicked on one before I found the most recent. "Return library books today," it read. Fuck, I forgot today was the due date for those. Despite not wanting to, I had to get up. I did promise that if I had a reason to, I would.

I peeled myself from the comfort of my bed. My sheets clung to me like glue, trying to pull me back as if it were a bad idea. Fighting against it, I shivered at the sudden change in temperature and pulled down the bottoms of my shorts so they weren't wedged in between my ass.

After not walking for what felt like forever, I took my first steps, a soreness on my left thigh making me place a hand on my dresser for support. I looked down at a bruise from that encounter, biting my lip to distract myself from thinking about it. I need to take my pills or I'll get suicidal. So many things to do. So overwhelmed.

Encouraging myself in my head, I found the strength to go for the door. I opened it and turned down my hallway, going for the bathroom with quick and light steps.

Many pictures of family and portraits were loosely decorated on the wall, a pit in my stomach opened when I stared at them. I lingered on my dad and had to tear myself away from the picture before I felt the need to cry.

Stumbling into the bathroom, I flicked on the harsh yellow light and stood before the mirror, running a hand through my disheveled hair. I reached for the medicine cabinet, the hinges squeaking as I rummaged through it. I grabbed my medication and popped the bottle open, tossing out a tiny pill into my palm. I swallowed the bitter capsule and cringed as it slowly went down.

Turning my attention to the sink, I turned on the cold water and brought my mouth to the tap to take a sip. Then I splashed it on my face after I was done, relieved that the pill was no longer there. On the counter, I focused on the facewash I hadn't used in god knows how long. I missed the feeling of my face being clean. At least, I can't forget about it now.

I poured the runny liquid into my hands and rubbed them together, slapping it on my face and rubbing it in circles to get deep in my pores. It foamed up a bit and burned. If I'm going to be honest, I don't know if I'm supposed to be using this, but it works.

As I was splashing the water on my face again to clean it off, I opened my eyes to a man staring at me in the mirror, causing me to freeze. I could see the glisten of his goggles from here, that blue hood covering his messy hair, but it didn't contain enough around the edges. It was him. The man who attacked me and my dad a couple of days ago.

A scream clawed its way up my throat, but before the sound could escape, I reached for something. Grab anything to protect myself, that's all I needed to do. But before I could, the room blurred as I twisted, my hand grasping a razor for a split second.

I was torn away from it. I felt a hard impact on my back as I was slammed against the wall, the air forcing out of my lungs in a sharp gasp. I struggled to breathe, my hands grabbing onto his wrists while they dug into my neck.

He had me pinned against it and struggling to get any sort of noise out. Slowly, I was dragged up upward and lifted off of the ground. I choked, my vision was fading as his glare burned into mine. He's going to kill me. Just like he did to Dad. He's going to get away with it. I pulled my head back against the wall before lunging it forward to collide it with the serial killer's, his hands faltering their hold and dropping me from the force of it.

I collapsed to the floor and sputtered out several coughs, hunched up in a ball and desperately trying to regain the oxygen he took from me. My neck felt numb, the indents of his fingers bruising and stung like a bitch.

He crouched down to me. I closed my eyes and thought he would finish it right there. But when I suddenly felt his lips press against mine, they shot back open. Breathing heavily through my nose, I stared at his shut eyelids. I glanced down at his lashes, feeling his breath as he sighed. He relaxed into me for a split second before pulling away, lowering his voice to a rough whisper to introduce himself, "It's nice to meet you finally, {F/N}. The name's Tobias."

Struggling to get myself sitting up, I made it by resting on the wall and using my hands to keep me there. My chest rapidly went up and down as I watched his every move. He backed away a bit, but not enough to give me leverage. I repeated, "Tobias?" And his eyebrow quirked up like he was questioning my reaction.

"I can also go by Toby. Whatever you prefer. But I gave you my full name because I really like you, [F/N]," he added. I knitted my brows and shook my head, unable to understand what he was saying. He liked me? He just kissed me? What the fuck?

I pushed myself away from him and got back up, running for it and successfully escaping the bathroom. The front door was right in front of me, I barely got to reach for it before I felt a hand grab a fistful of my hair. No, I almost had it!

Strands of my hair were ripped out as I was yanked backward and thrown onto the couch, falling onto it and yelping in pain. Tears fell from my eyes and I clutched my head, grabbing the part that hurt the most. A headache was coming on and I couldn't help but rock myself to soothe it. I sobbed, "Leave me alone! Please, just leave me alone..." I twisted myself to let out the rest in the cushions, hearing him approach behind me.

After crying for a bit and nothing was happening to me, I hesitantly lifted myself to take a peek. Toby was sitting next to me, almost as if he was waiting patiently for me to finish. When he saw that I was staring at him, he patted his lap and said, "Here. Rest your pretty head and we can get to talking about this, sweetheart."

I was too scared of him to tell him no. It was the first time I felt pure terror from somebody. Like I would never be able to fight back with him. And I was right. I couldn't. The sad truth was that if my dad had fallen to this man, I'm sure I would live the same fate if I didn't listen. Dragging myself, I cringed while laying my head onto his leg, feeling his hand rest on my head and causing me to flinch. "Sh, sh, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I told you, I really adore you, [F/N]," he reassured me. A part of me wanted to bite his leg to pieces, but if I went along with this until he fell asleep or left, then I could escape and possibly go to the police.

Deciding to go with it, I pretended to enjoy the warmth and snuggled into him. I wouldn't call it pretending actually, he was pretty warm. Toby hummed and it stayed like this for some time. He kept petting me, brushing my hair out of the way, soothing me from the chase earlier.

Eventually, he got bored of it and nudged me to sit back up. I tilted my head and asked, "What?" His hand went to rest on my lower back, applying pressure around it, pushing me forward until I was easing into sitting on him. A smile crossed his face at the compliance. He seemed intrigued by it.

"I didn't think you would give up this quick. I thought I was going to have to give you a couple more marks for memories," he sounded pleased as both of his arms wrapped around my waist. They were much bigger than mine, with a couple of veins etched up around them like vines, and faded scars littering everywhere on his skin. He had been doing this for years by the looks of it. There was no way in hell I was going to escape, huh?

Placing another kiss on my cheek, soft and gentle, his eyelashes brushed against me before he pulled away to speak again, "Do you know what I've been picturing every night to the thought of you, [F/N]?" His hands dropped lower to skim over my ass, lightly gripping, and dragging me toward him. My breath hitched. I didn't say a word.

Toby answered for me, "I've been picturing taking these off..." His fingers gripped around the waistband of my shorts and teased me about taking them off by pushing them down lightly. Continuing that, he said, "Have you to myself for a couple of hours..."

There were so many reasons why I should say no to him and why I shouldn't allow him to touch me like this. For one, he killed my father. He broke into my house and he was physically violent to me. I felt disgusting that he had gotten to this level too. But, I didn't stop him. I didn't say no and I didn't deny it. I looked into this killer's eyes and I leaned onto his chest, giving into what he wanted

When we kissed for the second time, I noticed how chapped his lips were, and opened my mouth a little to swipe my tongue across his bottom one. Toby tensed up. And without warning, I felt his tongue use the opportunity to have an exchange with mine. I gasped through my nose, the escalation getting worse and worse. A blush began to spread across my face.

He lifted me off of his lap to flip me onto the couch, putting both of his palms by either side of my head. I was back to being pinned underneath him. I don't know what was happening to me. Something was wrong with me, I was sick for this. I was sick... because I enjoyed this.

His sweater and shirt fell to the floor as we fought each other with kisses. His teeth bit into my lower lip and pulled it back while I moved to unbuckle his belt. I was giving in to this. I was really fucking the guy that took away everybody I loved in my life.

Barely in any clothes, we both took a moment to stare at each other, oddly feeling like he was admiring me from how he looked up and down my body. Toby took his time, pressing small pecks across my chest up to my neck, snaking his arms around to my back. He unclipped my bra and slipped it off of me. I wanted to cover myself, but I no longer wanted to move. I didn't have any motivation. There was nothing left to fight for.

The gloves and bandages around his fingers felt weird against my skin especially when he played with my chest. He squeezed one, bit the other, and once he heard a moan slip out of me, he stopped to let me process. He complimented me, his voice a bit raspy like he was fighting the urge to do something to me already, "You look even better so close like this, with how foggy those windows would get. It would make me want to break them and threaten you then and there."

I bit the inside of my cheek and he got closer, hooking onto my panties and pulling them down as a smirk spread on his face. My lack of response didn't concern him. He kept going despite that, throwing the thin fabric somewhere in the room before he looked up at me. His hair was in his face and the eyebags around his eyes told me he was more than dangerous. How many times has he done this?

Toby muttered seriously, breaking me out of the moment, "Who do you belong to?" I blankly gazed at him, watching as he stood up and slowly inched his boxers down. I can't speak. I can't tell him that. More scars appeared, his v-line making my eyes linger, and I got distracted. His dick was let out before I could respond.

My eyes widened and I tried to squeeze my legs shut, but he kept them apart as soon as they moved, holding both of my knees up to my shoulders. I was breathing super fast, my heart raced, and I was feeling the ache in between both of my legs. It was nothing compared to when he positioned himself and pushed the tip inside.

Digging my nails into his arms, I cried out in pain and threw my head back, looking up at his satisfied face. Toby groaned, a laugh following behind it, "You don't have to answer. I'll do it for you." He rammed most of what he could, grabbing both of my thighs so tightly that it was guaranteed to be bruised. I screamed out. He was too rough and too much for me to take like this. It hurt. It fucking ached. I was being drilled into the cushions.

Trying to handle it was impossible. He made it impossible for me. His hips connected as he went deeper, loud slaps coming from it, bouncing off and echoing. I didn't want to think about the neighbors hearing me lose my dignity like this. I didn't want to think about the fact my dad could be witnessing this. But it was starting to feel good. Really fucking good. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and after that, I didn't care anymore.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him, pulling him closer and savoring his dick carving into the parts I didn't know were there. Moaning, swearing, and muttering filled the room. We were getting lost in the bliss and saying whatever was on the mind. Or I was. His name left me a couple of times and so did encouragement, "More.. More, please, Toby!"

Flipping around again when he got a little tired, I gyrated my hips and sat on his lap so I could bounce, sliding up and down until I could feel my walls beginning to squeeze. I was close and this position wasn't helping. I held my breath and Toby took notice, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Let it out for me, baby. Don't be shy," he cooed, sweat dripping down his forehead like he was holding back his own. I bit the inside of my cheek and a desperate moan came out, "Fuuuuuck, cummm with! Please!"

He didn't listen to me and lifted me off of the couch with him, holding me up in the air while guiding me down onto his shaft. I went limp and drool fell down the side of my chin as I buried myself into the crook of his neck, biting it a little to vent out the overwhelming pleasure. Toby didn't let up until a couple of more minutes of fucking me passed and I was fucked out enough that my legs were shaking.

When he was about to cum himself, he set me back down, rushing up to my face to give me a facial. My mouth was open from panting and I caught a bit on my tongue, swallowing it when we were back to locking eyes. The rest landed on my nose, cheeks, and lips. He let out a loud groan as he unwinded, pulling away to see the display once he was done.

I lay there. Used. I lay there for him to stare at. Until he walked away for cleaning supplies. To think about what I was doing. To come back down and face the new reality I was in. I was his now and he was mine. And there was nothing I could do about it.

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Coming Home pt. 7

DBF! Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader

TW: Severe age-gap w/ older men, smut, consensual sex, handjobs/fingering, groping, some aggression, alcohol usage, piv (unwrapped, reader is on pill though), mentions of r*pe and m*rder (nothing actually happens though), goes from fluff to angst to smut, you chose the enter this emotional rollercoaster, they may be hot but they are hot with feelings, dub-con (technically consent is given, but its morally grey), oral (fem receiving）

Chapter Index

Throughout the rest of Negan's stay, you both became rather close. You gave him a proper tour of the small town you now called home and showed him all your favorite spots. He took you out on a few dates behind your dad's back, you both enjoying your time together. He loved to treat you after fucking your brains out, having you walk around without any panties so he could pull you into a dark corner and fuck you against the wall. He devoured every part of you that he could, it was like he wanted to memorize your body for when he would have to go back home. You had zero unrealistic expectations about your relationship, you were both just there for a good time until Negan had to fly back to Washington. He might not choose to take the job and you were not planning on getting tied down when you just started college anyway. But although you two were on the same page, it looked like some others did not get the memo.

Daryl shared what he saw the night of your birthday with Rick and Shane. Shane was just mad that someone got to you first, but Rick and Daryl were furious. How dare some dumb shit come in and fuck you when they couldn't? And then they had to see Negan parade you around like he just won himself the prized pony at the town fair. You were too innocent, too good for a man like Negan. Sure, they didn't know a thing about him, but they were more than certain they could treat you a million times better than he ever could. So they attempted to hatch various little schemes to make Negan look bad. However, none of them made it past the drawing board. The saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend,' did not apply at all to them. They would end up bickering amongst themselves and not a single plan came to fruition.

Any semblance of a truce between the three of them broke one fateful night.

Your dad was out drinking with some coworkers and you were at home, working on schoolwork. Suddenly, you heard the doorbell ring. Cautiously, you crept down the stairs and looked through the peep hole to find out who it was. It was Rick, bloodshot eyes and messed up hair. You quickly unlocked and opened the door, worried about his mental state.

"Hey is everything ok," you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

His head shot up at the sound of your voice, clearly not expecting you to be the one to answer the door.

He didn't say anything which made you uneasy, so you lied about the whereabouts of your dad, "Were you looking for my dad? I can call him if you'd like."

He just stood there, looking at you. Honestly, it freaked you out, murder and rape statistics where the culprit is someone you know flashed through your head as you began to slowly backtrack on your words.

"How about you give me a second and I get my dad. He's upstairs, but it'll only take a second-," you began but Rick suddenly collapsed to his knees.

"Jesus! Rick, what's wrong," you cry out, running to his side.

His hands shoot out, pulling you into a rough kiss. Your body stills in shock, before struggling and pushing him away.

‘HEY," you yell, before softening your voice, "You are not in your right mind right now. Either you calm down and speak, or you leave."

Rick's bloodshot eyes began to tear up and you never thought you would see the day the man would be so vulnerable like this.

"Lori's takin' the kids," he shakily breathed out.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, "Oh god, Rick, I'm so sorry."

He buried his face into his hands and began to sob. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him into the house and led him to a couch. You sat down next to him, pulling a blanket over his shoulders as the poor man broke down. You just held him, allowing him to cry out all his frustrations onto your shoulder.

After a while, his cries slowed to a stop and he pulled away. You offered him some napkins to wipe his face and he did so.

You both sat in silence for a bit before you broke it, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not much to talk about," his voice was rough, guarded, as if he was disappointed in himself for letting you see him like this.

"Is there anything you would like me to do," you asked, your voice kind and gentle, and completely undeserving of the storm running through his head.

"Can I kiss ya," he asked.

"Rick...," you said hesitantly, "You didn't want anything to do with me before and I'm worried that you'll regret it if you do something now. I don't want to take advantage of what you're feeling right now.“

He leaned close to you, eyes pleading, "I swear 'm not gonna regret it. I need ya, darlin'. Please."

He leaned in and pressed his swollen lips to yours. You didn't kiss back but after a moment of him running his fingers into your hair, mumbling words of praise and desire, you gave in.

"As long as you are sure," you said between his kisses.

"'m sure, 'm so sure. Wanted ya for so long, darlin'. Ya got no idea, how hard its been," he groaned out.

"Woah, there cowboy, I got a bedroom y'know," you gave a small smile, pulling Rick up and walking him up to your room.

As soon as the door was closed, he was on you like an animal. Desperate kisses placed against your neck and hands wandering all over your body. You moaned in response, your own hands tugging at the buttons on his shirt. Prying your clothes off each other, you take a moment to appreciate the handsome man on top of you. He pressed himself into your neck growling at the sight of Negan's marks littering your body. He begins to suck and bite over them, as if he was trying to cover up any evidence that Negan had you. Your naked bodies tumbled onto the bed, hands groping and pulling at each others' flesh. Rick lifted your hips, moving down your body, placing kisses as he went.

You offered to take care of him instead, but he looked up at you with his big eyes and pleaded to let him do this. With a nod of confirmation, he dug his face into you, eating you out like a man starved. Low groans of appreciation left his lips, his eyes closing in bliss as he licked a long stripe up your lips. He began to suckle on your clit, causing you to flail at the pleasure. You panted and moaned loudly, Rick having to force your hips down lest you accidently kick him. You reached your peak quickly, waves of pleasure crashing over you but Rick turned it into a tsunami as he continued to finger your slick folds and circle your clit with his mouth.

"Rick, 's too much," you moaned out at the overstimulation, trying to push him away.

He looked like a man possessed, like not a single word you were saying was getting through to him. As you tried to move away, his grip on your hips tightened, leaving marks as he just tugged you ever closer to his face. He kept mumbling incoherent words, you only picking up, "so pretty," "all mine," and, "waited so long." The desperate, sinful phrases he uttered sent vibrations through you, reaching another crescendo as you came again.

"Rick," you cried out in a long-drawn out moan, "Please."

The man blinks, looking like he fell out of a trance. He pulls away, allowing you to slump down in relief.

"'m sorry, darlin'," he said, wiping the glisten off of his face, "You just tasted so good."

"It's okay," you panted, still trying to catch your breath.

Rick takes that as his cue to continue, and he surges forward, spreading your legs and rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds.

"Wai- oh," you moan out as Rick plunges into you with one hard thrust.

He's girthy, stretching you out despite all of the wetness on you. It takes your breath away, but feels amazing and you cling onto his shoulders, pulling him close.

Without hesitation, Rick begins to move, thrusting in and out of you at a harsh pace. Once again, he acts like a man possessed, violently humping you. He bites and sucks on your breasts, pinching and pulling on your nipples. He switches from thrusting to giving shallow thrusts while grinding against your clit. It's like he is trying to be as deep inside of you as he can. He halts his assault on your breasts, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.

In return, you wraps your legs around his hips, helping him reach deeper inside of you. You both moan out sweet nothings, words of empty affection and desire. Eventually, Rick grunts, pushing in deep and stilling, as white hot ribbons pulse out and line your walls.

As soon as he feels that every drop is in you, he slowly pulls out before quickly plugging you up with his fingers, causing you to cry out. He moves his head back down again, lapping at you while his fingers push his cum deeper inside. He tastes the mixture of you both and it makes him happy to know that there is such physical evidence of you together. You cry out one last time, lurching upwards as Rick helps you ride out your high. He finally pulls away completely and you let out a small laugh in absolute disbelief of how good that was.

"That good, huh, darlin'," Rick grinned and you nodded, reaching down to pull him in for a kiss.

You both relaxed into the bed, giddy and cuddled up next to each other.

After a bit of peace, you looked up at him, "Are you feeling better?"

He smiled, leaning down and kissing your forehead, "Much."

"Thank you," he murmured into your hair and you smiled, "Anytime."

The serenity you both created was broken by the sound of the door to the house closing and your dad's voice booming out, "Hi! I'm home!"

Whatever little pocket of peace, the temporary paradise you bestowed upon each other, was shattered with those three words. Rick rolled away from you like a man on fire, dropping to the ground in an effort to scramble for his clothes.

"Fuck," you whispered and the man muttered unholy mantras under his breath as he struggled to put his clothes on.

You put on a nightgown you owned and a robe, "Calm down. He doesn't come into my room without knocking and you left nothing downstairs that would be evidence you were here. You're going to have to wait for him to go to his room before you can slip out the door anyway."

You heard your dad call for you again as his footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and down the hall towards your room. You and Rick looked at each other in a panic.

"I can jump outta the window, a fracture never hurt nobody," he said, already pulling at the window.

Your dad knocked on the door, "Sweetie? Everything okay? Just got back from hanging with the guys."

You signaled to Rick to stop moving and to stay quiet, before calling back out to him, "Yeah everything's good! Just woke up from a nap is all! I'll be down in a sec!"

Your dad yawned, "No worries! Take your time too, think Imma take a shower 'n freshen up."

You could hear him move away from your door and towards the bathroom. Neither you nor Rick moved a hair until the sounds of the water rushing caused you to both sag in relief.

"Were you really about to jump out the window, just to avoid him," you quipped, quirking an eyebrow.

Rick did not look amused, "I really don't want to hurt him."

You put your hands up in a surrendering motion, you really didn't want to redo this conversation again, "Okay, okay. Let's get you out of here."

You poked your head out of the room, double checking that the coast was clear and then motioned for Rick to follow you. You guys climbed down the stairs and reached the front door. You both went out onto the porch and he began to move away.

Quickly, you grasped onto his arm, "You're not going to start treating me coldly again, are you?"

"Pretty sure it was you doin' that, darlin'," he chuckled, but stopped seeing your expression.

"You know what I mean," you pouted.

Rick sighed, before reaching down and pecking you on the head, "I do. And I won't."

You gave a bright smile, practically blinding him. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

"I look forward to seein' you around, then."

Rick nodded, a slight blush covering his face, "Wouldn't miss it for the world, darlin'."

He stepped away, turning to watch you reenter the house before going back on his way home. Life kept draining him, but you kept him going like a solar-powered battery.

Next up:

"YOU DID WHAT TO MY KID?" Your dad roared.

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Chapter 21: Stupid Games

Chapter Word Count: 4,950

TW

1) mentions of date-r*pe drugs 2) Cheating? not really but it's complicated 3) Language lmao people got some curse words 4) My sanity being gone.

Gonna be honest here, I dropped off the face of the earth and forgot to post

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“Mouse?” Hearing Sona’s voice when the bathroom door opened was such a relief. 

Without your phone (Seokmin took it for safekeeping), you were unsure how long you were sitting in the stall, collecting yourself. You had been replaying the entire confrontation and how it could have gone terribly wrong at any given moment. It took no time for the anxiety to go away but it took longer for the anger to simmer down. 

You told yourself you would have done worse if given the opportunity. Part of you wanted to grab the back of his head and slam it into the counter but that would have been too much. 

“I’m here.” 

You unlocked the stall and stepped out, meeting the firm but concerned face of Sona leaning against the sink counter. Crossing her arms, Sona gave you a once over and relaxed her shoulders. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“When I step out there, how bad am I going to hear it?” 

“Pretty bad, bosses are a teeny bit on edge.” 

“So I’m fucked?” 

“Oh, definitely.” She patted the counter beside her and you stepped over, checking yourself in the mirror. “Now spill before we go out there.” 

“Got in a guy's face for spiking someone’s drink. Basically told him that I’d hang him by his balls if he tried, might have let my anger get the best of me, then took his ID and gave it to the guys.” 

“Hm, think I could ask Archivist for the camera footage?” 

You snorted, finally breaking into a faint smile. “Only if you get it to me after.” 

“Deal, let’s get you out of here before half the team walks in here.” 

“Oh joy.” 

With one more check in the mirror, making sure your dress was pulled down comfortably, Sona led the way out of the bathroom. There was a second guard outside, walking behind the two of you towards the stair before Sona led you up and reality hit the moment their eyes landed on you. 

“For the record,” You put your hands up in defense, “I want to say that I handled my anger really well and that could have been a lot worse if I didn’t.” 

“Mouse, you threatened to hang him by his balls.” Mingyu and Seokmin didn’t look amused.

“To be fair! I was running on alcohol and anger.” You held up your hands to defend yourself.

“You choked a guy.” 

“And he deserved more.” 

“Enough.” Seungcheol finally spoke up, putting his hands up before pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s handled. Let’s just take the fact that she stopped someone from getting drugged in Ruby and nothing serious happened.” 

That…dialed everyone back somewhat. Seokmin was on you in an instant, taking your hands and checking you over for any sign of injury. Joshua joined at his side, placing a hand on your back, letting himself run his eyes over you just as Seokmin did. 

“I’m fine.” You pulled your arms back, looking over their shoulders to Seungcheol then back to the two of them. “Don’t bullshit me when I asked this, does ‘it’s handled’ mean what I believe it does?” 

Both of the men before you shared a look, something you couldn’t read in their eyes. Joshua looked over his shoulder then back to you. 

“Yes.” 

You let your eyes flutter around the room, wracking your brain. There was something gratifying in knowing that he wouldn’t be on the streets anymore. 

“Good. I hope they make it hurt.” 

“Can you stop side-eying me?” Mouse asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Seungcheol’s car – a black Rolls-Royce Ghost –  with Joshua sitting in the back. 

It was late, Mouse insisted on staying longer which he and Cheol agreed was fine but Sona was on her tail as she phased in and out of the crowd. 

“I dunno, Mouse, are you going to do something like that again but end up with someone hurting you?” The oldest sounded unimpressed and disappointed. 

Sighing, she sank down in the passenger seat, “You act like you’ve never acted out of instinct before.” 

She is doing it to herself at this point . Joshua told himself, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m not saying I haven’t,” Cheol pushed his hair back, sighing. “But that was reckless, what if something happened and you got hurt? Shua, can you say something back there?” 

“He has a point, Mouse.” Finally speaking up, she sank more into the seat. He watched her head disappear behind the seat back. “Just because you have some basics of self defense training, you were too close, you purposely made yourself too close, and if he wasn’t the biggest wimp on the planet, it could have ended badly.” 

“I ran a hundred different scenarios in my head while in the bathroom, I realized it could have been bad.” There was sincerity behind her words, even some shame if he could place it. “But I knew I couldn’t let her take a drink from it.” 

“And you could have done it by just spilling it on the counter, not dumping it on the guy.” 

“Can one of you be on my side here?!” She threw her hands up, sitting straight and whipping her gaze between him and Seungcheol. “Yes, I did something stupid! But I saved someone from being drugged and probably much worse. Can you at least cut me some slack? Just because you two and Hannie don’t tell me what you deal with, Jihoon was honest and I know you guys don’t fuck with date-rape drugs.”

Seungcheol pulled over on the side of the road not far from the house, turning in his seat to face her. Joshua had seen the look in his eyes before, there was conflict on whether he wanted to be harsh or understanding. He had seen it when Seungcheol had scolded some of the other guys for reckless behavior over the years. More often than not he was understanding but there were times where he put his leadership before his friendship. 

Mouse’s hands were balled in fists on top of the middle console, nostrils flaring with every breath. “Do not give me that look, Seungcheol, you know just as much as I do that you can’t protect me from everything in this world. You made a choice on letting me know the lives you all maintain. Teach me to fight better, train me somehow if you want me to be able to hold my own even the smallest amount. But trust me when I say that I would rather go down with a fight than let someone innocent get hurt.” 

The second they got back to the house, Mouse marched into Jeonghan’s room and not so gently closed the door. 

“How do any of you deal with her?” Seungcheol said, disbelief huffed out in anger, heading into the kitchen and grabbing a glass, ice, and a dark whiskey bottle. “I’m serious, Joshua. She gets under my skin like no one ever has before.” 

Joshua followed behind him, leaning back against the cleaned counters. 

When he first met her he had asked himself something similar. She always had a comeback, some smartass remark, and at first he didn’t understand what Jeonghan saw in her in the beginning. Jeonghan once said she was broken like the rest of them but had a will stronger than steel and she wanted to keep moving forward. She managed to fit herself in near perfectly with the thirteen of them rather quickly, so he had some understanding of the feelings Seungcheol was going through. 

But…not that long ago, he understood what everyone saw. 

There was a spark in Mouse that he had seen when the group of them were younger, starting out. She had some…untamed issues – anger – a lot more than maybe Soonyoung had when he got angry. Joshua could see it in her eyes along with the anxiety the night of the Gala when Kihyun grabbed her. It was there alongside the weighing numbness the night Mingyu got shot. He saw it tonight when Mouse took the ID from the wallet and left to talk to Seungcheol. 

Yet he also saw this…childlike, happy to be there personality that masked insecurity and timid confidence. 

Spending time with her over the last few days showed him that she was more than the loud, somewhat reckless, and smartass person she liked to show off most days. Mouse liked really bad, old movies and rewatching shows from the nineties. She loved video games enough to go toe to toe with Wonwoo online and cheered with pure euphoria when she promptly won against the hacker. 

There was much more Joshua could think of but it left fluttering feelings in his stomach at the idea. It wasn’t just the…butterflies? But there was a knot of guilt knowing he was absolutely falling for her best friend’s girl. 

“Can you give her a chance? After all this time you have to have some trust in her, right?” Joshua asked and Seungcheol groaned in frustration as he poured himself a cup of whiskey. “I’m not taking full sides but if you didn’t trust her, you wouldn’t be letting her come here, letting her hang out as much, you could order Jeonghan to stay away from her, but you haven’t. She has done nothing to break our trust, she is dating Jeonghan, the guys love having someone else with us. She has done a lot to help when she didn’t have to.” 

Seungcheol took a long drink from his cup, staring down at the counter. “The problem is that I do trust her. I have that annoying protective feeling that I have with all of you but it’s worse for her since she doesn’t know how to protect herself well enough against the assholes we deal with.” 

“Then teach her. Get Minghao, Junhui, and even Chan to handle her. Sona would be willing to help and Mouse trusts her. Get her up to our standards – your standards, and have some faith.” 

Cheol took another sip, tapping his nails against the countertop, eyes darting around as he went over the details in his head. “Fine. Once Jeonghan gets back and things go back to normal I’ll start her out with Chan. This doesn’t mean I’m allowing her to join anything major SVT related. Just to let her handle things on her own if needed.” 

“Promise you won’t be mad.” You called Jeonghan after texting him to see if he was awake. 

“ If this is about what happened at Ruby, Mingyu already told me.” 

“God damn it.” Fucking snitch…

“ Kinda impressed there, the videos are even better.” 

“Of course Wonwoo sent you the video.” 

“He sent it to all of us in a group chat.” 

“Can you uh…” You cleared your throat, “Can you forward that video to me?”

“Already on it.” Jeonghan laughed tiredly. “ Did Cheol and Shua give you hell?” 

You rolled your eyes, falling back onto his bed now that you removed your heels and jewelry. “Sometimes I feel like Cheol treats me like a child and not a grown woman.” 

“ Ah, you know that isn’t true. He probably scolded you because he cares. Mingyu said you asked Cheol to handle the guy once he left?” 

“I know what I was asking when I went to him. I don’t want the dickbag hurting anyone else.”  

“I expect nothing less out of my girl.”

Words rolled around on your tongue, staying silent before he hummed your nickname. 

“ What’s wrong, baby?” 

“I miss you, Hannie.” Finally letting the words that were weighing on you out, you sighed, curling up on your side. “And before you ask, I’m okay, everyone has been a great distraction, but I miss you, I miss our dates, I miss talking to you after work.” 

You could hear him laugh again, it brought a needed lightness in your chest. “ Just one more week then I’m all yours again. Just stick with Shua and Minnie. I’m sure they are a good way to fill the gap.” 

Over the course of an hour, you and Jeonghan spoke as you changed and cleaned up for the night. He gave vague information on what exactly he was working on in Japan. You fell asleep somewhere in the middle of some long explanation regarding Mochi making that Jeonghan was going on a tangent about. 

When morning came, Mingyu was skipping into the room, shaking you awake with a wide smile on his face. You tried to swat him away but he only flopped himself down over you until you were gasping for air and hitting him on his back. 

“Get off!” 

“Get up!” 

“I can’t breathe!” 

“Come have breakfast!” 

 “I will if you fuck off!” You slapped his back harder and he whined, pushing himself up and off of you, stretching his arms back behind him to try and rub the spot. Heaving a breath, you sat up, hugging a pillow close. 

“Joshua made pancakes!” Mingyu tossed your sweatshirt at you which you slid on and trudged yourself out of bed. “I made bacon, eggs, hash browns-” 

Shuffling after him, the mouthwatering smell hit you the moment you stepped foot into the hall with chatter filling your ears. 

“Oh good, I didn’t want to die if I had to wake her up.” Seokmin’s voice rang out from his spot beside Junhui at the counter, passing things along to some of the others to place on the table. 

“Haha, very funny.” You mocked him, shuffling towards the counter and poured yourself a near full cup of coffee. “I was up talking to Jeonghan last night.” 

“Ohh, talking to her boyfriend~” Seungkwan’s teasing had your eyes rolling back and an unimpressed sigh leaving you. 

Ignoring anything else that left his mouth, you took your normal seat at the table, one space over from Jeonghan’s, peering over to the pouty, puffy face of Seungcheol, thick hair sticking up in multiple directions and a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. His eyes were closed and his hands were shoved in the front pocket of his sweatshirt from what you could tell.

Scary leader, my ass. 

The seats filled with the guys, each in different stages of awareness. Wonwoo, for the first time in a long time, wasn’t on his phone, rather sitting with a far out expression with his glasses crookedly perched up on his nose. 

“Eat up, everything’s on the table.” Taking his seat beside Seungcheol, Joshua called down the table and instantly hands, forks, and chatter roared across the table. 

“Thanks for the food.” You hummed, reaching for different items, stacking a decent pile of food, and ate, smiling to yourself at the home cooked breakfast.

“Hey, Mouse?” Mingyu caught your eye across the table, food stuffed in his cheek as he spoke. “Why don’t you have a car?” 

“Oh- I never had a need for one.” Shrugging, you sipping your coffee. “I have my license but the city has decent public transport so I didn't think it was necessary. Plus I don’t have enough money to shell out every month to pay for one, they aren’t cheap.” 

“It’s expensive to live on your own.” As you continued, you felt a few sets of eyes on you, mainly from Joshua, Seungcheol, and Seokmin but you simply looked down at your plate. “I’m fine without one. I’ve managed thus far.” 

Mingyu looked ready to open his mouth and say something in response, but Seungkwan called out, asking for one of them to pass the syrup bottle at your end of the table and the idle conversation flowed once more. 

Wonwoo, you, and Jihoon made quick work in cleaning up when everyone was finished eating. There was a nagging thought in the back of your mind regarding the guy from last night and your request to Seungcheol. You peered at Wonwoo from the corner of your eye, shifting from foot to foot while your arms were elbow deep in cleaning the dishware not allowed in the dishwasher. 

Sliding up beside you, placing glass cups in the dishwasher, Wonwoo spoke quietly. “If you want to ask what happened to him, you can ask.”  

“If I ask, will you tell me the truth or will you say that you can’t tell me because of Cheol?” 

“Come down to Pandora once you’re done here.” 

Looking over your shoulder, Jihoon was wiping down the table and a majority of the group dispersed, some on the couch while others were fully missing from the living room. It was just the two of you near the sink. Sending him a nod, Wonwoo was off, having finished his part of the clean up, and disappeared down the hall. 

“Mouse!” Seokmin bounced into the kitchen, changed into some shorts and a muscle t-shirt as you dried your hands off. “Since we are heading back into the city later, do you want to get Pho for dinner?” 

“Hm? Yeah. That sounds fine.” 

“Do you want to do something? Soonyoung and I were going to go into the gym outback but if you want to do something-�� 

“I’m going to head down to Pandora. Play some games with Wonwoo.” 

“Ah~ Alright, I’ll catch you around the time we are going to leave if I don’t see you.” 

Ruffling your hair, he was off, exiting out the back sliding doors as you made your way towards the ‘basement’ to meet with the hacker. At the bottom of the stairs, you stared at the handprint keypad, and raised your hand to knock, only for the door to open, Wonwoo staring at you. 

“We’ll need to put your handprint in the system.” He turned and left you to follow behind. 

The TV on the console wall was on and you scoffed at the game that was pulled up. 

“It Takes Two?” 

“Mingyu is bad at it and no one else has time to play.” He sat down and held out a controller for you to take, kicking his sock covered feet up on the coffee table. “Plus, you want to talk, this is what I want to do while talking.” 

Sitting beside him, mirroring the position he sat, you took the controller and got comfortable. As the game started, both of you sat quietly, taking in the opening cutscene you’ve seen before in playthrough videos. 

“Is he dead?” 

The question didn’t seem to phase Wonwoo as he started to mess with the controls. Both your eyes were locked on the screen, working in unspoken tandem to get through the game. 

“He is.” He hummed out the words. “We also found out who sold the drugs to him and it snowballed from there. Looked into the guy, no major priors with the police, dug into some socials and he is a creep that doesn’t take no well.”  

“And his dealer?” 

“Not dead, but we are keeping him to find his supplier.” 

“Good.” 

Nodding to yourself, the game continued before your eyes, more calm silence blanketing the room. It was nice, no expectations put on you, playing a video game that should need a decent bit of communication but you and Wonwoo worked well without it verbally. While the both of you weren’t exactly close, it was a rather brother-sister friendship that was built between you. 

He loved to annoy you, getting into your personal space to just be a nuisance was his personal favorite. He’d stand there, not touching you or saying anything but would purposely get in the way if you were doing something. Once you had asked him to go away and he made the childish remark that he wasn’t touching you so he was perfectly fine where he was. 

Your favorite contribution to the friendship was gloating when he lost to you in a game he was good at. He’d never admit that he hated it, mostly a silent competitive person, but he’d always find a way to win one way or another. Another contribution was having someone let you into Pandora and completely fucking with his computer, changing the wallpaper, the speed on his computer mouse to the absolute lowest, and a few times changing his computer language. It made you laugh every time you received a message from him, words laced with annoyance, telling you to stop.

“Is it too personal to ask why you joined SVT?” 

“It’s nothing compared to some people in the group.” 

“It’s still your story.” 

Wonwoo’s fingers stopped on the controller for a moment, mainly noticed by his character stopping on the screen. After another pause, he started back up. 

“It was mainly money. My mother passed away and my father needed to help our family. We were barely making ends meet since I have a brother. I went into college late because we didn’t have the funds. Started working with SVT for cash under the table some months before the first semester. Then things took off and I simply left school mid-semester. Didn’t need it at that point since I could find everything online. I took the time to teach myself more and here we are years later. I do send my family money so they won’t have to worry too much. They think I just work for the cover company.” 

“Were you ever scared of being in SVT?” 

“I think there will always be a part of me that has some fear, I can’t lie and say I haven’t had fear, but it is what I do with that fear that allows me to move forward or handle future situations. The life we have is always changing, always dangerous, but I think we’ve learned how to manage the fear we have and continue on.” 

It made sense. Wonwoo was always someone that handled things with a calm demeanor and a straight face. The only time you had seen him crack was when Mingyu got shot. He didn’t cry but he damn near could have if given the time. There was composure in him that you found fascinating. 

“Mouse?” He paused the game, turning his head to you and setting his controller in his lap. “Why do you spend your birthdays alone?” 

You huffed out a laugh, dropping your eyes down from the screen to your own controller. “I’m guessing you couldn’t find a lot of records on me once I turned eighteen?” 

“Only a police report with most info redacted and a name change.” 

“I’m not going to over complicate it all. My parents died, pretty bad OD, I found them but cops didn’t want to put out that one of their own was taking drugs in a report. My extended family didn’t want me so I bounced around in foster care, changed my name at eighteen. In those foster homes, I didn’t celebrate my birthday, so celebrating it brought back some bad memories from being kicked out from my last home. The state I was in gets rid of all their foster care files once the person ages out of the system.”

“So you isolate yourself every year?” 

“More or less.” You laughed again, it couldn’t be helped. Looking at him now, you sighed, a smile on your face. “I…don’t think I’ll be doing that next year though.” 

He raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. 

“I think I found a group of people to help me not hide from the pain anymore.” 

Your stomach was in knots, guilt and nausea had been plaguing you all morning. 

For the last week, waiting on Jeonghan to come home, Joshua had been picking you up every single day after work, taking you for multiple dinners, a movie, clothes shopping , and he even helped you get a gift for Jeonghan’s birthday. Yesterday he had taken you to an amusement park that was holding an event for adults after hours!

The flirting had ramped up on his end, it was eating you alive. Jeonghan called and texted a lot and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You knew Joshua’s flirting was intentional, he took you to some of your favorite restaurants, saying Jeonghan had told him. He took you to a movie you wanted to see because Seokmin told him. 

Your head was all messed up. 

You knew you didn’t want to break up with Jeonghan. You’ve missed him since he left, you missed the reassurance he gave when you were stressed, the way he’d take care of you and always filled you with wonder at something new or adventurous. He’d spoil you, which you didn’t need but he insisted. You found joy in returning the care, listening to him vent when something was bothering him, cooking some of his favorite meals for at home dates, and loving the never ending laughter flow between the two of you. 

With Joshua…Things were calm. He made you feel like you didn’t have a care in the world to give. There were unspoken words that let the two of you communicate if you wanted to stay in and watch shows at the penthouse or go out and go somewhere. Joshua listened to your ramble about different recipes you loved and offered to cook them with you. He wanted to know what your favorite desserts were, saying he might be making or getting it for you one of these days. He made you feel like you were enough when you weren’t putting on an act when you were exhausted.

Jeonghan and Joshua, both of them made you feel safe. Both of them were a comfort you’ve grown to love being around. 

You were more confused than ever.

But here you were now, in the passenger seat of the silver Charger with Joshua driving to the hangar the plane pulled into to pick up Jeonghan. It was late, his flight having pulled inside only a few minutes prior, and your leg was bouncing with the nerves that coursed through your veins. A glance beside you had Joshua in a similar state, biting at the skin around his nails, tapping his other hand quietly against the wheel. 

The second the car was put in park and you saw the door to the plane open, you were out the door. Multiple men were flitting around the hangar bay, taking bags to the appropriate cars. You walked in fast, a few of the men glanced at you but you only nodded, which they reciprocated, probably recognizing you, and you spotted Jeonghan easily. 

With his back to you, you could see Jeonghan was speaking to a man dressed in a black suit, two suitcases resting on either side of him. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, surprisingly dressed down in a sweater and sweatpants despite the business he told you he needed to attend right before leaving. 

With the amount of SVT men around, you called out to him using his call name. Jeonghan turned rather quickly to face you and you felt the world slow down. 

He looked tired, the dark circles under his eyes prominent, and the smile he gave you was enough to know that he was going to need a few days rest to recover from the constant go he was on. The moment his arms opened for a hug, you embraced him tightly, feeling the rumble of his laughter as he held you close. 

“Hello to you too, love.” Jeonghan took in a deep breath, resting his cheek against the top of your head. 

“I missed you.” The words were muffled by your face pressed into the fabric of his sweater, breathing in the smell of his cologne. “I missed you so much.” 

You could feel the rumble of his laughter again, only letting him go when he pushed you back slightly, feeling a kiss being placed on your forehead. He raised his eyes to look behind you and Jeonghan smiled, a spark flicking behind his dark eyes. 

“ Hades , always good to see you.” Playfulness was dancing in his tone. “Have you pampered my girl well?” 

Joshua coughed and cleared his throat, stumbling over his words. “Uh- yeah, yeah, totally. Um- Do you want to head back to the uh- Penthouse, get some rest?” 

There was a smirk spreading on his face that sent a chill down your spine. A part of you had a feeling Jeonghan knew of the situationship going on between you and Joshua. You tried to keep your breathing even as you grabbed one of his suitcases and helped him bring it towards the car. You insisted on sitting in the back, needing a moment to collect the racing thoughts that hammered your mind. 

Stepping into the penthouse didn’t ease any of the tension in your shoulders when you noticed Seokmin sitting on the touch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He perked up the moment the three of you entered and a gut feeling was telling you to retreat and hide in one of the rooms. 

Jeonghan was stretching his arms out, walking to the kitchen for a bottle of water once the front door closed, humming out a greeting to Seokmin who smiled wide and greeted him in return. The two were…peppy? It was giving you anxiety. You busied yourself with moving his suitcases out of the doorway and rested them near the hallway for easy access when wanting to go to bed. Joshua seemed in no rush to sit down on one of the couches.

When Jeonghan did sit down, placing himself directly beside Seokmin, both of their smiles dropped. 

Jeonghan looked at you then to Joshua, pinning you both with a harsh stare. 

“Sit down, we need to talk.”

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One Bad Night

cw/tw: I played something that I knew would probably trigger me and then was all surprised pikachu face when it did soooo we have this! Don’t be like me lmao. Reader gets drugged at a party and you can fill in the blanks. Tbh I haven’t drank in so fucking long so if that part is inaccurate we can just ignore.

mid write update: I was like ‘oh I wasn’t triggered that bad’ and decided to finish the game which got 10 times worse and now I want to curl in a ball d*e so um anyway I hate this but if ppl like it I’ll do the second part like I was planning to.

abby x reader, reader is r*ped at a party, date r*pe drug, hurt/comfort, Slight weed usage mention, dr*gging, trauma

When you told Abby you were going to that party, she couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her chest. She dreaded it and wanted so badly to tell you to stay home. Thinking about it the whole day leading up to the party she wrestled to find a good reason for you not to go.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to go, but I just have a bad feeling. Please stay home with me, please.” Abby pleaded.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll have Ellie and Dina there with me.” You said. That didn’t do much to comfort Abby but your mind was made up.

“Is your phone fully charged along with your portable? Do you have your pepper spray and your taser?” She asked fervently.

“Yes to all of those things. I’ll be back in our bed safe and sound before you know it.” You said kissing her.

“Ellie and Dina are almost here, they’re picking me up. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Forget about me, I’m worried about you,” Abby muttered. You kissed her again and reassured her before walking out the door. Still, she felt unsettled and sat awake awaiting your return. She tried to calm her nerves, but nothing would do. You could do everything right and and still fall victim to the wrong person. The clock ticked on, 10, 11, 12, 1, 2 before Abby’s phone buzzed startling her. She anxiously responded, assuming the worst.

You had texted from the party, stumbling and your hands shaking. You had to strain to remember how you found yourself in a bed in one of the bedrooms that were on the second floor.

Her heart sunk into her chest, shattering like glass. She could kick herself. Abby wasted no time jumping in the car and speeding off to the party you left to. All the while you could barely follow the conversation as a bubble of panic started to form in your chest.

Her whole body shook as she voiced her texts into her phone microphone. She should have never let you go to that party, she chastised herself. Abby tried to push it down, knowing that you did indeed do everything quote unquote right. You frequented these parties and were familiar with all the people. You had your drink cover and an assortment of weapons. You were always with your friends. She could almost feel tears bubbling in her eyes from her worry about you, hoping that nothig actually happened and she was just thinking about the worst case scenario. She typed out another question, waiting for your answer.

She tried calling you to no avail. Your phone rang and rang but you lost your battle to sleep. She tried Ellie and Dina with unfortunately similar results, Texting them frantically asking where you were.Abby pulled into a spot on the side of the road and very anxiously ran up to the house, letting herself in.

Checking each and every room, Abby’s panic escalated. To her relief in the room at the very end of the hallway, you laid asleep in the big queen sized bed. She rushed in, slipping your phone in her pocket and sitting down next you.

“Hey baby, how are you doing? You scared me a bit.” She said, tucking your hair behind your ear. You awoke slowly and gave her a big smile.

“Abs!” You said,

“You’re here.”

“Did you doubt I would be?”

“Never. Not for a moment.” Your speech was still a bit slurred and there was still a pain in your thighs.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Abby said as picked you up and put you on your feet as if you weighed nothing.

“My strong girl,” you muttered. You gave Abby your things and she helped you back down the hall and out the door, both of you momentarily forgetting the implication of what actually happened to you. You were okay now, at least physically. She lifted you into the passenger seat of her car but when you sat down you couldn’t help but grimace.

“What’s up?” Abby asked.

“Just hurts.” Her heart sank again for what seemed like the millionth time that night.

“Can you show me where it hurts?” You put your hands on your upper thighs and into the space between your legs. Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit.

“You know what, let’s just get home and we can deal with that later ok.” Abby’s heart raced as she got into the drivers seat. She gave you some water she brought and your favorite kind of granola bar. As for you, your mind was just blank. You just stared out the window, not really thinking anything. Just silence echoing in your ears as you ate. In the years to come you would forget most of the details of the night, that morning feeling so far way. Abby tightened her grip on your hand and leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“I love you so fucking much. I can’t tell you how terrified I was that something had happened to you, that I had lost you somehow.” Abby whispered. Tears welled up in your eyes and you scrunched your face, turning away. You gripped Abby’s hand back and couldn’t help but just cry. You were so overwhelmed you didn’t know to feel just speechless, blank. She put her arm around you, pulling you in for a hug as you just all of a sudden felt your world crashing down. You cried and let out a particularly loud sob into her shoulder as she held onto you. Your phone rang, your ringtone cutting into the tense air.

You pulled away, wiped your tears and took a breath,

“Hey els.” Your voice still shook. Sounds of the party still blasted in the background,

“I just got your text and wanted to check up on you. Did Abby pick you up yet?”

“Yeah.” A pause.

“You sound off, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.” You lied, not wanting to explain everything the events of the night.

“No you’re not. What’s up?” Ellie asked more sternly.

“I’m good.” You said firmly.

“I just don’t want to talk about it right now. All you need to know is that I’m good.” Hesitating slightly, she agreed.

“Is Dina with you?” You asked.

“Yeah, yeah. She’s right here.” She said, Dina’s slurring voice echoing in the background.

“Okay, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow, all right?”

“Okay, get home safe!” The call ended and silence shot through the air. You looked at Abby again and neither of you said anything. For near the rest of the night, you both operated in silence. Abby drive you home, got you out of the car, you both went upstairs and started to get ready for bed. It wasn’t until you had to sit down on the toilet that it felt that all of a sudden your brain turned on again and pain flared through your inner thighs and crotch area. You let out a cry and just started to cry again with your pants still down around your ankles.

“Babe?” Abby said, immediately tending you you. Tears started flowing again and you let your body fall forward, hugging your knees. Abby extended her hand out gripping yours. You used her hand to pull yourself up so that you were standing half nude in front of her with your bruising on full display.

“I don’t…I don’t remember this. I obviously know it happened, but I just sat down to smoke a joint outside on the upstairs balcony and then I was groggy in the bed.” You said. The only thing you could focus on was the salty taste of your own tears that had wet your cheeks and Abby’s every tight grip on your hand. She let a few tears fly too, turning around to briefly wipe her face in attempt to stay strong for you.

“Okay. I appreciate you telling me baby. Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You nodded no in response and held your arms out toward her. She took you in her arms graciously, hugging you tight.

“Is there anything I can do for you? I can get you ice for the bruises and some water.”

“Jus’ want to go back to sleep.”

“Okay, ok.” Abby muttered, bringing you to bed. She put a pair of her own basketball shorts on you with ice packs tucked in the front in addition to your favorite hoodie of hers that you always stole. Your water bottle was sat on the night stand, filled with water and ice, ready for you. When everything was done Abby crawled next you in bed, wrapping her strong arms around you. You calmed for just a moment before muttering to yourself,

“He must have did it wrong.”

“What?”

“He must have did it wrong.” You said louder and clearer. There was a pause.

“Whoever did that to me must have drugged me. I took a shot right before I went up to go smoke which must have been where it happened considering I don’t remember anything after actually smoking. But something went wrong apparently because I was at most half asleep.”

“But you don’t remember the act?”

“No.” Abby swallowed thinking about that. It was probably better that you blocked out the event. The bruising patterns on your body told a clear story and her heart was absolutely broken thinking about what had to say next. It felt like she had cotton in her mouth, trying to to spit it out.

“So, for at least a moment we can’t dance around this. You were raped right?” Abby asked, sucking in a breath. You sighed.

“Yes. I can tell that much. It’s kind of coming back to me.

“Okay.” Abby said carefully.

“How would you feel about getting a rape kit done? You don’t have to, but I think it would be a good idea so that you have all that information should you decide to say something in the future.”

“Only if you come with me.” You said in a low voice, cuddling your body into hers and your face into her neck. Abby’s heart hurt as she said,

“Of course. Of course. We’ll go first thing in the morning.”

“Okay, Abs.” You took another deep breath and let your fatigue take over, lulling you to sleep.

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also Tw for suicide and mentions of SA/r@pe

Vince

Name: Vincent/Vince (Vinny by Daisuke) Pronouns: he/him Age: 36 Job: security guard Gay (mlm) cis man

Pre-crash

-in love with Jimjamjumbo (please don't kill me-) -american dude, born in australia (he just has a dark tan) -has asthma -hates Swansea 'cause he's rude to him -one of Daisukes best friends despite the age gap -smoker since he was 26, snuck a box of cigars onto the ship and shares some with Anya occasionally and sneaks a few to Daisuke -lactose intolerant but does not gaf and eats dairy all the time (he just throws up) -he was the ex of one of Jimjamjumbo's exes (female, they dated before he came out as gay) and so they could rant about their ex (he fell in love) -Jimjamjumbo told him about the job and he joined to be with Jimjamjumbo

After crash

-does a shitty job of being a security guard -ONLY listens to Jimjamjumbo -believes the lie that Curly crashed the ship -thinks that Anya lied about what Jimjamjumbo did -fell into the foam that Daisuke got caught in in the start of the game and ended up having to pull himself out (tearing his clothes, hair and a bit of his skin) -went insane and killed himself because Jimjamjumbo didn't give him enough attention (yandere much??)

Carlos

Name: Carlos/Carla Pronouns: they/he/she/th3y/h3/sh3/xem/zeir (xenos only used by Daisuke) Age: 24 Job: cook/food supervisor Nonbigender aroace w/ occasional hypersexual episodes

Pre-crash

-Daisuke's older half-sibling (shares a father with Daisuke) -Filipino (father and mother) -refuses to do psych evals (as in screams and cries when anya comes up to him) -has selective mutism -only talks to Daisuke and Anya (read below) -found Anya crying (after her r@pe) and asked her what was wrong and she comforted her kinda (they became friends) -hates Jimjamjumbo -uses a notebook to communicate with Swansea and Curly

After crash

-still tried making sure everyone was fed properly -stopped talking to anyone ever -ignored Jimjamjumbo which resulted in him yelling at them so they tried stabbing him so Jimjamjumbo locked her in the med bay with Anya to 'keep everyone safe' -started talking and venting to Curly when they were alone -after Daisuke found him and Anya's dead body they helped Daisuke back into the vent which ended up injuring him -she was in the room when Swansea killed Daisuke and was shot by Jimjamjumbo

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Rant post about DC fandom and misogyny! TW: Mentions of r@pe

Okay, so this is about a specific example, but it happens a lot, but I'm just talking about this one, and this one is about Pantha, Nightwing, and Miriage. Read under the cut for the actual post because I hate blocks of text.

So, a lot of Nightwing fans might know about Miriage and that she raped him, some Dan's might also know he got called a slut after that happened. And I understand that does affect him but this isn't about him it's about Pantha the lady who called him a stut because that's what her character got reduced to and if I don't defend her no one will.

So the people who does know Pantha know she did this and its a bad thing and she also asked Nightwing "who was better" witch is horrible but if anybody actually read the comic and cared about the other characters than Nightwing you would know that she had no idea what happened. So I'll do a break down.

Pantha is part of the titans and she is friends with them, she doesn't understand social structure as she was a human experiment shut away from society and doesn't have her memories from before then.

She knows that Nightwing is dating Starfire. Miriage (her friend) tells people that her and Nightwing slept together. Pantha knows cheating is wrong and calls Nightwing a slut because she thinks he cheated because that's what she was told by her friend. She questions and presses him about it because she thinks he is a cheater. Again she doesn't question Miriage because that's her friend why would she lie about that??

But people who didn't read the comic but saw the panel took it out of context, like they always do and reduced her character to that, what doesn't help the fact she was subjected to the "angry black woman" trope. And that's now all she's characterised as an angry woman. Like in the TT cartoon she was their as a big angry woman (they white washed her to shut so I can't say it was angry black woman trope anymore cuz she's white in the cartoon). This all just pisses me off because she has so much more to her character, but she's been subjected to this, and I blame misogyny. If she were a man, more people would talk about it, and they would go into depth in her character.

This now brings me onto Miriage and imma be calling her Miri cuz, it's easier but if she were a man people would defend her. And while what she did was terribly wrong and has no excuses, her character got reduced to "rapist." She's got more to her than that. You know how much people apologise for Slade, a child rapist, yeah, you don't get that for her. And neither should be looked at as good people, but they are both complex characters who are rapists but only she got reduced to it. I bet you people don't even know that she'd been raped before either, because if she were a man, people would. Like I said, Miri is a bad person, and her actions shouldn't be excused, and they aren't all I'm saying is that because of misogyny, her character got reduced to rapist and that's it.

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There she is!!!!

Wysteria Afton/Danielle Miller

Lore dump in coming:

TW: mentions of R/pe and S/xual Assault

Wysteria in the gender bend au is a bit different than my William; serial killer wise. Just like my au of William- Wysteria was horrible abused as a child but particularly by her father. Got pregnant at 10 by her father's assault, grew up in a bad environment, later by 15 she kills her father (just like William kills his mother). However, unlike William- this murder was a form of self defense that got out of hand and after Wysteria saw what she had done she left everything behind taking her little sister Vivi(Vince who is William's brother in my main au)- fleeing hoping to get a better life, especially without the help of Rachelle (Richard). There isnt much known how she graduated high school or how she got into college but she does pretty well- making money on a part time job and taking care of Vivi...despite jumping place to place or living in a car half of the time (Unlike William). Eventually Wysteria meets Helen(Henry) and they develope a friendship which then leads into a romantic relationship where they love each other dearly and Wysteria confesses her fears about her past and only tells bits and pieces about what her father did to her- opposite to what William does in the main au.

Eventually the break up happens and Helen and Wysteria date and marry men instead despite wanting to keep their romantic feelings going. Then Helen is with Emmett(Emilie) and they have Charlie(..Charlie) and Samantha(Samuel).

Wysteria in this au doesn't kill Sebastian(which would be Sarah, William's first wife), though- again unlike William who kills Sarah out of a psychosis attack. So Michelle(Michael) has every right in the world to meet her biological father.

Yippie :D

Then Wysteria meets Claud(Clementine) and their relationship starts off fine before the marriage, but after their vows have been said their relationship becomes very abusive and Claud assaults Wysteria in which she has Eugene(Elizabeth) while at the same time Vivi who was only 14- was assaulted and pregnant at the same time.

Wysteria attempted to over dose on her medication during her pregnancy with Eugene as to miscarry since she successfully made Vivi miscarry with the same medication because there was no other way- Abortion wasnt legal in their state and town.

However...Wysteria did end up hoing into labor- giving birth to Eugene really early on instead due to her medications...and so she got put in a hospital after attempting to overdose.

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Too lazy to write more but basically Laurence (Lauren) and Wysteria's relationship is very similar to the relationship Wysteria had with Sebastian which they had a kid and seperated on equal agreement and wasnt abusive.

Everything else is to be determined

Edit: my dumb ass wrote the wrong...I put right instead of Write...god I hate English...AAA

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Ravioli sighed, rubbing her temples. Today was one of the days she hated most; a day where everyone was out except her. Sure, she could listen to music or a podcast or even an audiobook, but couldn’t be bothered to search around her room for them. 

Usually there would be at least one person other than her in the villa, usually Giorno, but he was out on a date with Fugo, his little boyfriend. Ravioli scoffed at the thought. Mista was home quite a lot too, but he had been sent out on a mission to go take care of a local drug dealer that had been found out by Giorno. Not even Bôa was home, having been sent out on a mission with Mista. 

Ravi swore under her breath, standing up and grabbing her white cane. She’d kill Bôa if he tried anything with Mista, damnit. She didn’t care how good of a friend he was; she’d still kill him for trying to get with her boyfriend. 

After a few minutes of walking and narrowly avoiding running into walls, Ravioli reached what was supposed to be Bruno’s room. She entered silently and closed the door behind her, sitting on what was supposed to be his bed. 

“Bruno?” A twelve year old Ravioli had asked, sitting in bed with a young boy, no less than a year older than her. “What do you look like?” 

Bruno smiled, despite knowing she couldn’t see it. “Well, my hair is a black bob, and I’m wearing a white suit with black dots on it. Also, I have blue eyes.” 

The girl rested her head on his shoulder. “Like sky blue?” 

Bruno chuckled, shaking his head. “I think my father told me they were a deep ocean blue, but my mother said they looked like sapphires.” 

Ravioli hummed in response, holding onto him tightly. “I wish I had blue eyes. They must be so pretty.” 

Snapping back out of her thoughts, Ravioli shook her head. She could hear the squeaks of her Stand and realised she musted summoned them when she had zoned out. No Surprises stood on the bed around her, making soft squeaking noises until she called them back. 

Lifting her hand up to rub her eyes, she felt a familiar wetness. Ah, she must’ve been crying again. Of course she was. 

If Bruno was here, he would’ve hugged her and wiped away her tears, but he had been dead for months. The first person that had ever really cared about her was gone, and she couldn’t do anything about it. 

Swallowing back a sob, Ravioli stood up and grit her teeth, grabbing her cane tightly and leaving the room. She hated being like this; forcing her sadness into anger and forcing it out on others, but she couldn’t help it. It was how she had always dealt with trauma, bottling it up and turning it into anger was just how she learnt to protect herself. 

“Papa?” The 4 year old girl’s voice called out, backing into a corner as her parents approached her with a knife and a large bottle of bleach. 

“Stay still, Rio, mama and papa need to do this so we can get money,” her mother spoke in a sickly-sweet voice, her ruby eyes set on the bright red eyes of her daughter. 

Rio backed away in fear, until she hit the wall. She whimpered as her father gripped her tightly, then held her against the floor so she’d stay still. 

Screams were heard as Rio’s mother stabbed at both her eyes, then poured bleach into them afterwards. They took shards of glass and embedded them in her skin, as well as her eyes, before beating her senseless. The took the girl to the hospital, claiming that she had been in the car with a bottle of bleach, when another car rammed into theirs. 

Rio stayed in the hospital for a few days, but had been permanently blinded from the cuts and the bleach. She was quieter since that day, and could hardly trust anyone, even those she wanted to trust. 

Ravioli snapped out of it as she heard the front door open, quickly heading to the front room to greet whoever came home. 

“Hey, Ravi!” She heard Mista’s voice call out, and she sighed. 

“Hi Mista. Hey Bôa,” She greeted, as Mista walked up to her and hugged her tightly. “Have fun?” 

“Mista got shot again!” Bôa yelled, presumably leaving to his room. Ravioli groaned, smelling the blood on her boyfriend. 

“God damnit… Again?” She sighed. 

“He had a gun! What was I supposed to do, dodge?” Mista asked, letting go of Ravi and crossing his arms dramatically. 

Ravioli just scoffed, before calling out her No Surprises. The puffball like Stands stood around Mista, bouncing and making squeaking sounds, as Mista’s wounds healed. Ravioli winced, feeling smaller versions of his wounds appear on her skin. 

“And you have a stand, and also a gun,” she counters, after healing him. “And stop touching my Stand! I can feel that too, you know!” 

Mista pouted, letting go of one of the No Surprises. “You’re no fun. Anyway, wanna go to my room and take a nap or something?” 

Sighing again, the blind girl nodded her head, letting Mista pick her up and carry her to his room. 

“Let go!” The girl screamed, trying to claw herself out of the grasp of the large man. 

“Calm down, kid. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said, locking the door to his shitty, rundown apartment as they entered. The man set her down on his couch, before sitting next to her. “You’re Rio Romeo, yes?” 

Rio nodded her head, shaking. “What do you want?” 

“My name is Risotto Nero, you can trust me,” Risotto ignored her question. “How old are you, Rio?” 

Rio hesitated, before answering. “… 11. But I’m turning 12 next week, so it doesn’t count!” 

Risotto chuckled, moving his dark purple hair out of his face to look at the girl in front of him. “I don’t suppose you can tell, but air hair is similar. My hair is purple, like yours, just darker. In fact, people could mistake us for family. We both have the same dark skin, too.” 

Rio looked up in the direction of his voice, confused and scared. “W-what?” 

“Don’t worry about it. You’re on a run from the police, aren’t you?” Risotto asked her calmly. 

Rio just nodded her head, not wanting to speak. 

“I can get them off your trail.” 

“… Ravi?? Didja fall asleep with your eyes open or something?” Mista’s voice rang out, causing Ravioli to shake her head. 

“I’ve just been out of it today, fuck off,” She scowled, to which Mista playfully threw her on his bed. 

Ravioli grunted, rolling onto her side as Mista took his shoes off, then got on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend tightly. Mista mumbled a few words, before immediately falling asleep. 

Ravioli sighed and closed her eyes, despite knowing that only nightmares would await her when she fell asleep. 

Rio yelped as another one of her cousins pushed her around, causing her to fall on the floor. “Wow, Rio! You’re just as weak as last year!” 

She remembered them laughing at her, while she couldn’t do anything but try to stand. Rio had been abused and neglected her whole life, she was incredibly malnourished by this point, and weaker and smaller than an 11 year old girl should be. 

Rio managed to get on her feet, sneaking away to the kitchen. She was planning on finding a snack, but her hand landed on a kitchen knife. Rio paused, holding the knife for a few moments, feeling an immense rage light in her. 

She was sick of this shit. 

“Oh Rio~! We weren’t done with you-“ The moment her cousin touched her shoulder, she turned and stabbed the knife through his chest, before slashing his neck. Screams rang out through the house, though they weren’t hers this time. 

“R-Rio?!” Rio heard her aunt’s voice call out, likely in shock at the 4 dead children laying in front of her. It didn’t take her long to realise that the small, weak, and blind Rio had killed her cousins. 

Rio lunged in the direction of her aunt’s voice, remembering the times her aunt had stripped Rio of her clothes, then touched her wherever she could reach. Rio never like or wanted that, and it happened anyway. She stabbed her aunt in the neck, listening to the loud thud as she fell to floor. 

Rio silently stalked to where she knew her parents were. She was dirty and covered in blood, though none of it was her own. 

They didn’t know what was coming until Rio heard a high-pitched scream as she stabbed someone in the neck. That was her mother’s scream, meaning she had just killed her father. Rio didn’t waste any time in killing her mother, too. 

And for the first time in years, the house was silent. Rio grabbed knife and cleaned herself off with water from the kitchen sink, then ran like her life depended on it. 

And it did. 

“What do mean you can help me?” Rio asked timidly, listening to Risotto speak. 

“You killed 7 people at a Christmas party, that’s impressive. You could be valuable,” Risotto continued, placing his hand on her shoulder. “I want you to join Passione, or otherwise known as simply ‘the mafia.’ You’d have to change your name first, of course. My name isn’t actually Risotto Nero, I had to change it to get the cops off my trail, too.” 

Rio blinked, frozen in her seat. “Huh?” 

“Do you want to join Passione?” Hesitantly, Rio nodded her head. “Good, now choose a new name. It can be anything you want.” 

Rio though for a moment, before speaking quietly. “… Ravioli Salsa. If you chose a food, I want to be named after a food, too.” 

Risotto chuckled, patting her head. “Alright then, Ravioli. I’ll take you to Polpo to start the test.” 

Ravioli’s eyes shot open, only be greeted with a dark blur. She didn't move. Ravi could feel Mista’s arms around her waist, and at some point, during their nap, he had tangled his legs with hers. She felt the vibrations of his snores on her back, which were already audible enough. 

Ravi sighed, pulling herself out of his grasp. She could hear talking from a few rooms across, which meant Giorno and Fugo must’ve come back from their date. 

Ravioli remembered the first time she met Fugo, back when she was 17. Bruno had brought him home, and at first, she despised him. He took Bruno’s attention away from her, which she hated.  

“… How old are you even?” She scoffed, sitting next to Fugo. 

“I’m 14,” He answered plainly, eying Ravioli curiously. 

She felt a bit of sympathy, considering that he was just a kid, but soon got up and left. 

Later that night, she awoke as she heard someone enter her room. 

“… Fugo?” She yawned, noting that the footsteps were too light to be Bruno’s. 

She could hear Fugo’s breath hitch in his throat, as if he wasn’t expecting her to wake up. Ravioli sat up, sighing. “What do you want? It’s late.” 

Fugo gulped, taking a few steps closer to her bed. “C- can I sleep in your bed..?” 

His voice was shaking, as if he was holding back tears. He sounded scared, meaning he probably had a nightmare of some sort. 

Ravioli, after a moment of silence, nodded her head and moved over to make room. “Did you have a nightmare?” 

Fugo stared in shock that she was actually letting him in her bed, and he quickly climbed in next to Ravioli, though he made sure to keep his distance. Fugo mumbled a weak “yeah” to Ravioli’s question, as he made himself comfortable. 

Ravioli laid back down, not knowing what to say. She had never had to comfort someone like this before, this was new. “… do you want to talk about it?” 

Fugo was silent for a moment, before he spoke. “It was more of a… of a memory than a dream.” 

Ravioli felt a pang of sympathy. She knew that feeling all too well. 

“When… when I was 13 my professor… he…” Fugo choked out, clearly trying not to cry. 

“Raped you?” Ravioli finished, feeling as though she knew where this was going. She heard the sound of Fugo nodding his head against the fabric of the pillow. 

“Yeah… that. The second time he tried to do it… I beat him to death with an encyclopaedia,” Fugo managed to say, his voice cracking as he let out a sob. 

Ravioli sighed, shifting slightly. “My aunt did the same thing to me.” 

She could hear the boy pause, croaking out a quiet “you too?” 

Ravi nodded, humming. “I was 10 the first time.” 

“… did you learn to overcome it?” Fugo asked, his voice slightly raspy. Ravioli hesitated. 

“No. I just try not to think about it,” she confessed to him. “Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.” 

“Will you ever find a way to forget it?” Fugo asked. Ravioli chuckled quietly. 

“No, that sort of thing is hard to forget. I doubt either of us will learn to forget something like that,” she shook her head. 

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound being the subtle snoring coming from Bruno’s room. Fugo rolled onto his side, and Ravioli felt him gently grab her arm. She remained silent, letting the kid hold on to her for comfort. She couldn’t judge him, not after all those nights she had spent clinging to Bruno for comfort. 

A knock on the bedroom door caused Ravioli to stand up, grabbing her cane. Judging by how the knock was gentle, she assumed it was Giorno. 

“Rav?” She was right, Giorno’s voice called out as she walked to the door and opened it. 

“I’m here, Giogio,” Ravioli yawned. She was close to Giorno, almost viewing him as a younger brother. “Did you have fun?” 

“I did, thank you,” Giorno confirmed. “How was your day?” 

Ravioli shrugged, putting her hand in her pocket. “It was fine. I just woke up.” 

She heard Giorno hum, then pushed past him to go back to her own room. As Ravioli walked, she fidgeted with what was apparently an iron replica of Risotto’s Stand, Metallica. She remembered when he gave it to her. 

“What’s your real name?” Ravioli asked, sitting next to Risotto on his couch. She and Bruno had gotten into an argument over something stupid, so she had headed to Risotto in an attempt to calm down. 

“I can’t tell you that,” Risotto replied, observing one of the Metallica beans on his finger. Ravioli groaned, flopping down on him. 

“Fine... What does your Stand look like?” She asked, as Risotto playfully ruffled her hair. 

Risotto hummed, before grabbing a small iron cube he had made. Using Metallica, he shaped it into a replica of his Stand, then handed it to Ravioli. “Like this.” 

The girl hummed, feeling it for a few moments. “Can I keep it?” 

He was dead now too. Of course the closest person she had to a father figure was dead, why wouldn’t he be? 

Ravioli walked past her room, head for one of the balconies. She didn’t know how high up she was, all she knew was that it was high enough to kill someone. 

Standing alone, Ravioli leaned against the railing, thinking to herself. It would be so easy to just jump off, to get it all over with. Usually whenever she attempted this sort of thing, Bruno was there to stop her. But Bruno wasn’t here anymore, was he? Would anyone try to stop her? 

Her thoughts were cut off by a voice coming from beside her. “You weren’t there when I woke up. What gives?” 

Mista. That was Mista’s voice. “How high up are we?” Ravioli asked aloud. Fuck, why did she ask that? 

Immediately, Ravioli felt Mista grab her by the arm and pull her towards him, away from the railing. “Do not.” 

His voice was serious and firm, not all relaxed and cheerful like how it is usually around Ravi. The girl scowled, but made no attempts to move away. “I wasn’t going to, asshole.” 

She could hear Mista sigh, then he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I just want to make sure you’re safe, Rav. I love you.” 

“... I love you too, Guido,” although Mista told Ravioli he loved her almost every day, it was rare for her to say it back. 

She could almost hear Mista grin as he guided her back inside, into her room. She wanted to tell him why she was like this, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

Maybe one day she could tell him. Just not today. 

Breathing heavily, Ravioli scrambled away from the thing that had pierced her. She was certain it was an arrow of some kind.

"So you have accepted the arrow and become one of the chosen few?" A voice called out. She couldn't tell where it came from, all she knew is that she relit the lighter, and got stabbed by something. "Show me your stand."

Ravioli panicked, not knowing what to do. She heard squeaking sounds surrounding her, and felt an immense energy.

"I shall name them for you," the voice boomed once again. "No Surprises. That shall be the name of your stand."

She had passed the test.

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[secondgenerationnerd]

In omega squad, were they in a relationship before becoming the couples we know now?

Ooo

So for Jon and Mar’i, no. They started dating at 14 and were each others firsts for almost everything (except Jon’s first kiss, that was technically Milagro during spin the bottle). People said they had a 2% chance of making it. They liked those odds

I think Damian went on dates, but didn’t have the bandwidth for a full relationship. Same with Lian, who dated a few guys and girls before Jai.

Colin dated two girls and a guy before he and Milagro got together

Milagro dated a future frat bro the year before her and Colin started dating (and lost her virginity to him). Her girl friends were horrified hearing about her experience (it was consensual, it was just really really bad)

The twins had very very shit luck with pervious relationships. TW for mentions of cheating, emotional abuse, and attempted SA

Jai dated two girls before Lian—Ava and Cassidy—who both cheated on him. Both girls blamed HIM for not being “what they need” which really fucked him up mentally. He already struggles with feeling like a redundant part of the team/in life’, so to hear he wasn’t enough for two people he really cared about broke his heart. It’s why Lian is so vocal with how much she loves him and how amazing he is.

Irey dated a guy, Isaac, who started off pretty great, but as time went on he started commenting on how much she ate, what she wore, how she was “showing off” when she did anything remotely cool, how other girls are better, etc. Irey knows she should have seen the signs, blames her self for a lot of it, but she was 15. The night they broke up, he tried to r*pe her. She only got away because she vibrated through the bed in her panic. She struggles with being held by her wrists for a very very long time (it happened during an inter-team training day and someone got their nose broken)

[venny-l]

Hello! I'm a new content creator on this platform and would like to address some things first, I do apologies if my grammar is incorrect, it's not my first language 💙

☆I do art and accept commissions!☆

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•Things that I am able to draw•

-NSFW (not too explicit) / SFW art

-Chibi's / People / cute animals

-Random and weird ones (but not too complex)

-Meme art

-Sad / Serious art

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•Things that I cannot draw•

-People with complex poses

-Realistic people and animals

-Nakey people

☆I do fan fiction and accept requests!☆

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•Stuff that I am able to write•

-NSFW / SFW

-fluff

-Angst (not that good tho)

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•Stuff that I'm not willing to write•

(TW: The things I'm abt to mention might be sensitive to some people)

-R#pe

-Kidnapping

-Things that include Reader being hurt (Depends on how much damage)

-A really large age gap between the Reader

♡People that I can write abt♡

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-Pedro pascal | and his roles

-Gustavo Fring | Breaking bad

-Henry Emily | From Fnaf

-William Afton | From Fnaf

-Ghost | From Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2

-Anyone from Arcana | The dating game

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(Might add more but this is all for now)

[lauryn-order]

https://www.reddit.com/r/fourthwavewomen/s/S6DPPtIkeh

TW: Sexual Assault Briefly Mentioned

Okay. Assuming I’m the person you’re talking about in the comments since you said you sent it to them. So. Here’s the deal.

I was polite the first time this was mentioned. But this time? I’m pissed.

It’s not for you or anyone else to decide what is or isn’t a safe space for me.

I fully admit I’ve been on quite a shitty streak with dating, HOWEVER.

The one time I was truly sexually assaulted was a 1000% vanilla dude and as vanilla of a r*pe as they come. The times I’ve been pressured into something? At least 90% vanilla and the other 10% or less was only vaguely “kinky” and nothing remotely rough, hardcore, or dangerous.

So please don’t blame this on kink.

People are just shitty sometimes. That has nothing to do with me being in kink.

You don’t get to decide what is right or wrong for me. That is not your place.

If you wanna judge me for picking shitty people and not sticking to high standards on things like being taken out on actual dates vs. agreeing to just hang out or putting all my energy in when I’m getting nothing in return, go right ahead. I need to work on that. I’m trying to work on that. I have my bestie (someone actually allowed to judge me and my life because she actually knows it) helping me with that.

But leave my kink life out of it. That is NOT the issue here.

Clearly my being kinky and calling kink my “safe space” bothers you, so why the hell are you following me?

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! My name is Shiri (Hebrew name for My Melody / Song of My Soul)

and I Wish for : Romantic Obey Me + My Hero Academia matchup

Physical description : I’m a 5’2 girl. I’m autistic and I am slightly chubby. I have curly brown hair and matching dark brown eyes. I have fair, smooth and milky skin. I love wearing kawaii, pastel and casual clothing that is quite childish and feminine. I am most insecure about my slightly soft tummy and small chest. I love my slender neck, beautiful hands and bright smile.

Zodiac sign : Capricorn Sun, Libra Moon, Scorpio Rising

MBTI & Enneagram : INFP 9w1

Sexuality : Fictoromantic Asexual (before And even more deeply ace after the r*pe trauma I’ve been through)

Pronouns & Age : she/her & 25

Personality :

I am a socially awkward autistic and I have fluctuating empathy - sometimes hyper empathetic and sometimes hypo empathetic.

I survived sexual abuse (mention of rape trauma ahead tw). I’m usually aloof, quiet, timid yet peaceful and mysterious.

But once you get to know me I’m quirky, childish, just and passionate!

I age regress to keep my heart soft and sweet (without romance and magical girl anime my heart would’ve been hidden under a wall of stoicism).

I’m a timid, shy yet sarcastic girl who loves singing and is pretty bad at sports. Once you get to know me I’m a romantic, childish girl who loves k-pop love songs and goth jpop.

Sometimes I’m stoic and emotionless due to how I repress my own trauma on bad days when I’m suffering from flashbacks of the sexual abuse I’ve been through.. On those days I’m mourning and empty. Sometimes devastated with grief over the loss of who I was - The innocent and pure me.

While on other days I’m singing with happiness and warmth - Days when I feel free and filled with light. On those days I can love deeply and am very affectionate, despite being more cat-like than dog-like.

Feeling protected, accepted and cherished is very important to me; otherwise I feel neglected and unloved. I often felt unsafe in my own body due to having been raped and still suffer from panic attacks and hallucinations every now and then and I need someone who’d accept me and love me for all of who I am.

Cause there are days I’ll be numb and empty, or snarky and upset. Days when it’ll feel like the world is suffering from chaotic storms of rage and grief.

Sadly, I’ve already experienced my worst fears; being raped, having been controlled and gaslighted. There are days when I wish he was dead, when I fantasize about killing him and have it all over with but mostly I just want to be happy again. To be surrounded by kind people who love me dearly and have him meet his own desolate karma, leaving him desperate and broken hearted.

My ideal date would be the amusement park and volunteering at an animal shelter or going to an animal cafe.

I am very idealistic and romantic, and filled with so much light and happiness but also have days when the rape trauma haunt me and make me feel depressed and chaotic inside.

Sometimes I have trouble controlling my deep emotions and I can get, as I said, very chaotic while on other days I’m an emotionless brick, filled with wrath towards abusers and depression due to the past haunting me.

My love languages are words of affirmation, acts of service and physical touch.

My ideal date would be going to a cat cafe or volunteering at an animal shelter. Maybe going through a mirror maze/ haunted house / rollercoaster at the amusement park! Or binge watching romance/psychological anime while laying on a blanket fort as we eat sweets!

I wish to be doted on, loved and protected with passion. I wish for someone I can feel free to be bad with, but also someone who adores me no matter which day I’m going through ; angel or devil days and accepts me for all in-between.

Likes : cats, bunnies, ducklings, the moon, music, romance, cottagecore, sanrio, lolita fashion, angels, mythology, my family, love, joy, being treated like a princess, being wooed, respected, loved and admired, sleeping, hugging. love love, happiness, romantic songs, animals , plushies, festivals, sweets and magic! I love singing, writing love letters and poetry. I also love k-dramas, anime, otome games and cuddling.

Dislikes : rape, abusive people, people who force their opinions on others, people who invade others’ boundaries and refuse to respect them, danger, horror shows/movies, watching the news, sad movies.

Hobbies & Passions : Singing, Writing, Poetry, Watching Romantic Anime/Dramas, Listening to Music (jpop/kpop/disco/electro swing), dressing up, putting on make up and feeling like a fairy/angel/kitty/bunny/duckling/ballerina/princess. I love daydreaming x’).

I hope I didn’t write too much >x<. Thank you so much for writing for all of us! 💗

Hi Shiri! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Simeon is the perfect person for you. He’s just the right balance of outgoing and quiet and somehow always knows the right thing to say or do.

Has nothing but sympathy for you regarding your trauma. He wants you to know that he’s there for you if you want to talk it out. Even if you don’t want to talk and you just want to feel safe in someone’s presence, Simeon is there for you.

He’s also really understanding when your mood switches from day to day. It’s in his nature to be understanding but that is only increased when it’s relating to someone he cares about so deeply.

Amazing with words of affirmation, acts of service, and physical touch. He will show you as much affection as you want without getting sick of it and accepts you wholeheartedly.

Prepare to receive a love letter every day as soon as Simeon finds out you like them. Please also write love letters to him; he keeps every single one safe in a box under his bed.

He’s more than happy to take you to cat cafes and animal shelters. Simeon likes animals as well so it’s a win-win in his eyes.

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

While Aizawa gives off uncaring vibes at first glance, he really cares deeply about those he loves; and you certainly fall into that category.

You’ll be hard pressed to find a more caring pro hero than Aizawa. He’s seen his fair share of bad situations due to his hero work late at night so he knows how to interact with people who have trauma.

He’s surprisingly understanding of your mood swings. While you may think they would annoy him, he works with teenagers and mood swings are part of his everyday life with them so he’s more than equipped to help you through low times and support you during high moments.

While he may not naturally be the most open with his affection, as soon as Aizawa finds out you like words of affirmation and physical affection, he will do his best.

He’s still not great at those things, but he’s trying for you. Expect at least one hug every day and compliments on things you do throughout the day.

Cat cafe dates are an absolute must! You’re not sure whether Aizawa is going because you want to go or because he likes cats so much. Regardless, you’re both going to have a great time.

[clubcybiria]

no, someone's pain is not your tinder "anthem"

TW: mention of SA

so i've been spending some time on dating apps and i've noticed a very weird phenomenon. why on earth would you put a song in which an artist is being vulnerable about their lived traumatic experiences as your "anthem" on apps like tinder. i wanted to let this out because i'm genuinely confused if my frustration is justified or if it's my inner music elitist taking over. for instance, i've been a big Lana fan for pretty much half of my life at this point. if i see someone with her music on their profile i'll most likely try to connect so we can bond over our shared interest! but, it grinds my fucking gears when i see someone link a song like a&w as their anthem. are we okay? sure, i find the song highly relatable - the lived experience of having your body be perceived in ways outside of your control + SA are things that will resonate with many people. but how can you not feel at least a bit weird using a song sharing r*pe experiences as your tinder anthem. even if it's relatable to you, this is another person's pain and broadcasting it like that for an aesthetic or whatever these people are doing is really not cool. lmk if you have any thoughts im just ranting atp

[xxslxx]

My Reginald and Terrence are quite a bit interesting

TW: mentions of SA

So back when the two were younger (and before Reginald transitioned (he's trans)) the two actually dated back at high school but broke up due to Terrence using Reginald then after high school and after Reginald had transitioned Terrence wanted to get Reginald back and would get jealous if either RHM or anyone else got close to Reginald

So all in jealousy he gave Reginald a huge scar and cut his hand off and even tried to R@pe him luckily RHM managed to get there in time which all of that plus the abuse from Terrence caused to his downfall and lead to Reginald to taking over

Oh I forgot to mention that Terrence is a shitty father too in my au, so he had a son Tobias and he abused him even when he was a few months old, Reginald luckily managed to save Tobias from his father and gently took Tobias in as his own making Tobias his and RHM's first adopted child

(Yea this story in my au is a fucking roller coaster T-T)

I ended up getting a little curious about this BECAUSE I was just wondering...

*This can apply to either before or after Terrence became the leader, of course...

Feel free to elaborate in the tags!!!