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gnrbitch · 2 years

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Summer Break Pt.2- Sweet LA

Summary: Ice Breaker

Warnings: Profanity, Smoking

Y/n’s Outfit

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1986

“Oh my god Duff this is her?” Duffs girlfriend, Mandy spoke when she saw them enter the house.

“You’re the cutest little thing i’ve ever seen!” Y/n looked at her brothers blonde girlfriend with no emotion, looking back at Duff (who was standing behind her) then back at the girl, she spoke, “I’m Y/n”

“Even your name is cute! I’m Mandy, your brothers girlfriend”

“Cool. I like your… shirt” Y/n said giving Mandy a small smile.

“Thank you! Do you usually dress like that?” Mandy said looking at Y/n up and down

“Like what?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, was there something wrong with her outfit?

“Nothing! Like nothing” Duff said walking Y/n further into the house.

“This is where you’ll be sleeping, sorry it’s not much” He said showing Y/n a small bedroom with two twin beds on it. “Also i forgot to mention you’ll be sharing a room with Slash” He said as he watched his sister nod her head and walk in

“Is that okay?” He said turning to look at Slash, who was now standing besides him.

“Yea that’s cool” she said “Can i change? it’s fucken hot here”

“Yea. Go ahead”

Y/n slowly closed the door and put her bag down on the bed, then took a pack of cigarettes out, and put one in her mouth

Not yet lighting it, she walked over to the small window and opened it, letting in fresh air.

“Smells fucken musty” she mumbled to herself as she changed into a pair of jorts, and a tight blue adidas tee.

She finally lit the cigarette that was in her mouth, sitting down on the bed and just inhaled and exhaled.

Was she even gonna like LA? she thought, it was way out of her comfort zone, the people here were too egotistical. Plus what’s up with Duff? Y/n thought about that moment in the car where he completely embarrassed her, especially in front of his friends.

Ashing a bit of her cigarette, she put her black & white superstars back on (She was wearing white socks, and she didn’t wanna dirty them).

Cigarette in her mouth, she walked out and sat herself in between Izzy and Steven, the room being completely silent.

“Sooo” Y/n said looking around the room, taking a hit of her cigarette “Are you guys always this quiet”

“No, this is just awkward” Axl said

“It is huh” Y/n said fluffing her hair up

“So do you have a boyfriend back home?” He said putting his legs up on the coffee table

“Nah” Y/n said shaking her head, taking the last hit of her cigarette, putting it out “I’m not the boyfriend type”

“Girlfriend?” Axl said, a smile peaking from the corner of his mouth

“No” Y/n let out a little laugh “Definitely not the girlfriend type”

“But you’re so cute! Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Mandy spoke up

“She just said she’s not the boyfriend type Mandy” Axl said rolling her eyes

“Yea… but why?” she said looking at the girl sitting across from her

“I’m not sure” Y/n said shrugging

“Boys suck that’s why” Duff said

Y/n laughed

“Hey no we don’t” Steven huffed

“Yea you guys swallow too” Y/n said, bursting into laughter

She quieted down as soon as she saw everyone giving her an odd look

“Not funny?” she asked

“I feel like it was funny but i’m not too sure” Slash said

“I don’t know how to feel about these kind of jokes” Duff said shaking his head

“um” “okayyy then” Y/n said awkwardly

“So do you still play?” Duff asked, trying to get over the fact his sister just made a sex joke

“Sort of, I haven’t been playing too much”

“Why not?”

“Wait what do you play?”

Duff and Slash asked Y/n at the same time

“Guitar” she looked over at Slash, then back to Duff

“I’ve just been doing stuff for the other bands”

“what! like what?” Duff said freaking out

“Chill dude” Y/n said rolling her eyes “I’m not a groupie if that’s what you were thinking”

“I just design their flyers, but i play with them one in a while”

“Do you have them?” Slash asked

“What the flyers?”

“Yea”

“Yea they’re in my bag, hold on” Y/n said getting up to go grab her notebook from her bag

Putting the book down on the table, she spoke

“You guys could look through them, i gotta go piss”

She walked away before turning back around “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Last door” Duff said pointing into the hallway of his tiny apartment.

“okay”

“Dude look at this one!” Slash said turning the page to a heavy guy with a fro and his face melting, with ‘Melvins Again’ written on the top.

“Y/nn these are fucken dope” Slash said with a cigarette in his hand

“Thanks” “Can i have one?” Y/n said pointing to Slashs cigarette pack

Slash turned to look at Duff, who just nodded his head.

“Thanks” she said as he gave her one, lighting it for her

“I like this one” Steven said holding up the book a little kid with a small body and a big head, bitting a huge apple with ‘Bite the apple, Mother Love Bone” written at the top & bottom.

“That one’s one of my favorites” Y/n smiled “I have a fat juicy crush on their guitarist” she laughed as she saw Duff whip his head to her

“Is he cute?” Mandy asked

“Yea, he’s a bit of a square though”

“aw! what’s his name?”

“Stone”

“Weird fucken name” Slash spoke moving his hair out of his face

“Says the guy named Slash” Y/n smiled at him

“Woah! i’ll have you know my name is very fucken cool”

“Sure, coolest name ever” she said, still smiling, but with a sarcastic tone in her voice

“So why don’t you date him?” Axl asked

“I am dating him”

“But i thought you said you weren’t the boyfriend type”

“I’m not”

“Weird” Izzy said

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Part 2!! Just wanted to make this one a little ice breaker moment, but I promise there’s more to come!! Hope u guys enjoyed 😘😘😘

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carnal-lnstinct · 3 years

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Toppin’ Broly

Warning: ( explicit language, established relationship, mentions of alcohol drinking, size difference, dirty talk ) Rating: Mature / 18+. Minors DNI Pairing(s): Broly (DBS) x Female Reader Summary: Human Reader comes home from a successful Bottomless Mimosa Brunch w/ drinking and is feeling Spicy™ A/N: Gotta top all the boys of this blog, just go for broke Superstar ⭐ Vegeta’s will be coming up next. Also just trying to break out of goku and raditz brainrot so I can continue working on Delicate and DWD in between requests

[ Raditz ] [ Goku ]

Definitely do not need to be drunk to try, but maybe some aspects of his character could warrant some liquid courage. He’s still just a man as any other but an impressively sized one at that, and by no means is a gentle touch required for rough and tough saiyans. As modest and soft with you as he can be, a display of boldness can go a long way.

Broly was expecting some goodies from your brunch to come home with you.

Instead, you kick off your heels as soon as you came through the door, dropped your purse and jacket on the floor, and practically fell into his lap like dead weight.

Up close he can see the lack of focus in your eyes along with this silly grin on your face, and the way your hands attentively held and stroked his face was a little awkward. Were you trying to clean it or test the elasticity in his face?

You felt so guilty leaving him here all alone while you went out with friends that you couldn’t help but drink your sorrows until you lost count of your bottomless refills between the food and conversations. You promised to give him so much affection when you got home, but now you’re with him and there was only one affection on your mind after feeling his body against yours. This godly, rippled, battle-scarred physique.

You lean in closer and hold your smiling lips to his. A kiss, but the way you initiated it was so odd to him than how you usually do it. Giggly lips compressed against his. “I missed you sooo much, Broly.” You mewled with need, voice muffled between your lips. You kiss at him better with an enticing hum. Your breath carries a smell of fruit along with a strong scent of alcohol unfamiliar to him.

Your forwardness slightly confuses him, but your vigor in showing him tenderness is exciting. You’re normally softer with your affection. He likes the way you feel pressed against him. What really surprised him was how your smaller and weaker by comparison frame pushes him down onto his back. You abandon his lips to nuzzle down into his chest, your lusty intentions made clear when you opened Ba’s ear around his hips. Already, you are dry-humping him in your aroused stated.

“Fuck, you’re so cute. ‘nd so big.” You slurred and giggled, biting your lip in anticipation. Your eyes watch his but your hands go in to explore him under the thin layer of clothing he wore. Just to feel him in your hands, gauge how hard your fondling made him and admire the utter girth of his cock.

There were growers and there were showers, and then there were the rare breeds like Broly who could do both, don’t at me.

You sit up to straddle his body beneath you and slip yourself out of your clothes as well, dragging your slick folds against his length once you freed him as well. Further aroused by the feeling of it against you, and eagerly coaxing his crown inside as he instinctively grabbed your hips to brace you in response. You can see his chest quickly rising and falling from the excitement.

“Ah-You’re so good, keepin’ me so full.” You breathe with a smirk, swaying your hips to-and-fro in an effort to work his length between your succulent walls until your ass sat flat against his body and the saiyan threw his head back in bliss from the tight squeeze. One hand on his chest, you move his other hand in front of your body, pressing it against your lower stomach. “I-I can always feel how deep you a-are. It’s right here. ‘nd it’s all mine.”

#my writing #broly x reader #broly imagine #dbz imagine #dbz fics #dbs broly #broly #nsft #lemon

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freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist · 3 years

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☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

« `` •"𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞~"• ´´ »

☼︎ ☀︎︎ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏᴜ☀︎︎ ☼︎

Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚜

requested by anonie: hi if you’re taking requests could you do an NCT Dream reaction to you crying while studying for exams because you’re stressed? thank you !

Mark Lee

my boi understands the STRESS

he debuted like 6 times and he has more comebacks and schedules than he can count bby is so overworked sometimes °(ಗдಗ。)

i think you’re probably each other’s safe places

whenever mark catches sight of you he just buries himself in your arms and all his stress and worries melt away as he breathes in your familiar scent (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

your hugs? his best medicine

so when he finds you trying to muffle your cries in your hands, hunched over open textbooks, a mess of pens and littered papers around you

his heart breaks just a lil (*>_<*)

why didn’t you come to him?? or at least call him??? don’t you trust him?? is he part of the reason of your tears???? what if-

“mark?” ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

but as your meek voice calls for him he decides that questions can wait

you are his one and only priority

he dashes to your side and engulfs you in his arms─=≡Σ(づ￣ ³￣)づ

“it’s okay baby, you’ll be fine, i’m here, i’m with you”

you just hide your face in his chest and allow yourself to break into sobs that wrench mark’s poor lil heart while mark caresses your back and head

“just let it all out baby, i’m right here, i’ll always be here”(๑´•д • `๑)

he keeps murmuring comforting words as you slowly run out of tears

once you calm down enough to explain the reason of your breakdown to him, he just presses a kiss to your forehead ლ(´﹏`ლ)

“how about you take a rest for tonight and we’ll talk tomorrow and i’ll find a way to help you through this, hm? does that sound good?”

you make him promise he’ll stay with you for this night he has no objections (ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

he ends up playing his guitar for you with your head on his lap asfdsfksf until you fall asleep and then spoons you after tucking you in

his softness for you doesn’t prevent him from having a serious discussion with you to make sure you know you can always come to him for anything and then ends up helping you study might end up asking for help as well _(T-T*)

Huang Renjun

this boi seems really chill while at home

so i’d say that he mostly minds his business if you’re busy with school work like he’s probably in a corner painting or sumthin’ the lil artsy fairy that he is (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

he does check up on you from time to time to make sure that you’re... you know... alive and breathing?? lol fun times huh

but still, silent comfort IS your love language ∩(︶▽︶)∩

so he kinda assumes that you ALREADY know he’s there for you at any time anywhere in any way you may ever need him

so when he hears a muffled sob from behind the door you’re studying in?

his heart BREAKS ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱ﾉ*ﾞ̥

but he also doesn’t want to stress you out even more or scare you so he slowly enters the room to find you hunched over your desk

he hesitates for a moment as his chest just clenches in hurt while he watches your shoulders shake with muffled whimpers ˓˓(ᑊᘩᑊ⁎)

so he walks up to you and lays a gentle hand on your shoulder

he waited for a moment to make sure that you’re comfortable with his presence in such vulnerable moments

and the he just ENGULFS you in a firm embrace and you FINALLY get the chance to ground yourself as you let out all of the pent up frustration in the arms of the person you trust the most (๑◕︵◕๑)

he just pats your head and you bury your face in his chest and you just ✨melt✨ into each other

i don’t think he’d say much tbh (´°ω°`)

there’s a silent mutual understanding that all you need right now is someone- him to lean on when you’re too tired to hold yourself upright

as you start calming down he presses a kiss to your head before speaking softly but firmly

“you’re taking a break, come on let’s eat and then we can have a lazy evening for once” ε-(‘ﾍ´○)┓

“but-”

“oh we can finally try out the fluffy blanket we bought together last week”

he AIN’T TAKING NO FOR ANSWER!!! (￣ω￣)

you spend the evening wrapped up in each other under your blanket with a forgotten movie playing in the background while renjun hums a lullaby’s tune in your ear

Lee Jeno

he has a sixth sense for you

you can’t get away WITH ANYTHING ¯\_༼ᴼل͜ᴼ༽_/¯

you stub a toe: aw frick-

jeno, thousands of km away in the middle of rolling his hips into another dimension during practice: something’s wrong ಠ_ಠ

so i think he might notice even before you that you’re kinda breaching your limit

but ba(r)bie isn’t sure how to approach you without offending you since you’re kinda irritable because of the stress ofc he doesn’t blame you

so if he fails to stop you before your breakdown he’s gonna blame himself for sure tho so make sure to reassure him once you’re stable he’s gonna keep a VERY watchful eye over you ( ◉ 〜 ◉ )

he’s 100% READY to be there for you!!!!!

he has fluffy blankets, your favourite sweets and snacks, your preferred take out place on speed dial in case you’re hungry AND your comfort show prepared (•̀o•́)ง

what he isn’t prepared tho?

his OWN heart cracking at the sight of your pain and exhaustion (ಗдಗ)

he LITERALLY CAN’T stop the small whine building up in his chest as he strides over to your side for support

so when you wrap yourself around him like a lil koala, trembling in his hold and muttering through tears that it’s just too much-

his ULTIMATE protectiveness kicks in FULL MODE (ಢ⊱ಢ ｡)

he just scoops you up and burrito wraps you into the gigantic mound of blankets already prepared for you while pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead i promised i’d make it his trademark so here ;)

he *dashes* to bring over all of the snacks AND is already on the phone if you decided you wanted something to eat

basically bf jeno didn’t come to play ║ * ರ Ĺ̯ ರ * ║

spends the rest of the night literally PAMPERING you in anything you need

and most importantly... LOTS OF KITHES AND CUDDLES!!!!( *¯ ³¯*)♡

his baby deserves a chill and lovely night and he’s gonna provide exactly that and the absolute best for you :<

also jeno will gather all of his remaining braincells to help you the next of the day he really seems a smart kid in my opinion

Lee Donghyuck

hyuck is a LOVELY person don’t get me wrong (๑♡⌓♡๑)

but he’s also a tease so he might unintentionally push you to your limits with a few remarks

poor babe really didn’t realize you were going through it

so just imagine his panic once you just burst into tears after what should have been a harmless teasing from him (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

“ba-babe? what happened, did i go too far?? i’m so sorry my love, i just-”

he keeps on rambling and you just cry even harder cuz come on hyuck is just such a thoughtful boyfriend

“i’m really sorry y/n, please don’t cry, i’ll do ANYTHING-” ٩(´Д` ;)۶

you try to explain to him that he’s not at fault for your breakdown

obviously it’s not really comprehensible but it’s enough for hyuck to understand once he hears the words ‘stress’ and ‘exhausted’

he simply embraces you as tight as he can and reassures you that humans have their own limits (っ⇀⑃↼)っ

and that taking a break doesn’t invalidate your hard work and dedication

he understands how overworking can affect a person so he knows how to handle the situation

he proposes taking a hot bath once you’ve calmed down and he adds extra bubbles and a really nice smelling body wash (╯✧∇✧)╯

and after that- YOU’RE ON BED REST!! no excuses

if you protest? you wouldn’t dare

stops you with kisses all over your face before fully shutting you up with a soft but firm kiss on your lips o┤*｀3´*├o

you spend the entire rest of the day restrained in his hugs

you really scared him so he became a lil lot clingy

need to go to the bathroom? he INSISTS to piggyback you there since ‘you need all the rest you can possibly get’ (∪｡∪)｡｡｡

but i reckon you can’t complain since you have the chance to spend some quality time with your also busy boyfriend

my boy will also go to the ends of the world in order to help you the next day to study whether that means burning his own brain or gathering half of nct and his manager to get everything done in time (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

Na Jaemin

it’s literally NO SURPRISE when i say that he’s PROTECTIVEx1000000 of his loved ones (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

so why would you even bother to hide anything from him??

it’s LITERALLY no use

he’s a very very doting person and he keeps tabs on you no matter what, sometimes even uncounciously

and if he’s not there physically? NO PROBLEM!!

texts and calls between he two of you are a very common occurence bubs just wants to make sure you’re well and happy (˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

so unless you’re a top class at acting, good luck in trying to play off your stress and tiredness

but let’s say that due to busy schedules and different timetables it somehow gets past him

babe will be so heartbroken (๑´•д • `๑)

his worry topples over as he freezes in your doorway for a moment at the sight of your defeated form and tear-stained papers

BUT he does a good job in keeping his composure because he can’t risk letting his emotions get the best of him when you need him ( •̀ω•́ )

so he just trudges up to you and SMOTHERS you in the tightest hug possible, tucking your head in his shoulder so you could cry freely hidden away from the rest of the world

he coos a few words here and there, encouragements, compliments, reassurement that ‘you’re more than enough, you just need to take a moment to relax and breathe’ ✧˖°ˈ·*ε-(๑˃́ε˂̀๑ )

otherwise, he’ll leave the talk for the next day when you’re rested both physically AND mentally

after you calm down he helps you put away all your school work you wouldn’t dare oppose him on this for the rest of the day

we all know what’s coming up i’m sorry

COMFORT FOOD!!!! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

he seats you on a kitchen stool while he cooks whatever you need at the moment, anything his baby wants

honestly he just adapts to whatever you need atm

cuddles in silence? works for him!! wanna ramble? there to listen!! want netflix and chill??? absolutely!!!!

Zhong Chenle

sooo from what i’ve gathered he’s not exactly emotional???

but also have you seen this absolute cutie when jisung was crying at the dream show?? babe was trying so hard to comfort his bff but he also seemed uh.. a bit awkward a bit? in a cute way tho!! (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

but i do think he’ll falter once he catches sight of your state!!!!

so many mental debates too!! (๑′°︿°๑)

‘they’re hunched over, did they fall asleep? wait shaking?? is it cold in here????... fuck no was that a sob?? do i... do i go over to comfort them? but how like do i hug or do i talk or..? what if they break up with me??? shit what have i done recently?? i washed the dishes, i cleaned the dog poop, i took out the trash.. it can’t be this’

my boy is going through THE CRISIS OF HIS LIFE (≖ლ≖๑ )

so he reluctantly walks up to you determined to help

but when he reaches you? *brain fart*

ends up patting your head and rubbing your back, but his touch manages to ground you without overwhelming you even further (っ⇀⑃↼)っ

if you end up pulling him into a hug tho, he won’t hesitate to hold you

while comforting you he finally notices your open notebooks filled with messy writing

he feels weirdly relieved that you’re not breaking up with him and neither is it something *tragic* •(◐﹏◐)•

he’ll let you cry it out before he asks if you’d like some help with your school work he asked fans to send their maths homework so he must be a nerd enough to be able to help you too

but you’re probably too drained（×ω×） to do anything so you two just settle for a cuddle session under a mountain of blankets

and daegal therapy!!!!!Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ who probably loves you more than chenle and he ends up whining jokingly about it

chenle will probably focus on lifting up your mood with jokes and stories and he’d do anything to cheer you up

he might try to spoil you too

and he’s not letting you refuse the ton of food he orders since ‘you deserve to fill up your batteries’ ~~旦_(-ω-｀｡)

i’m sorry for your tummies after the ammount of sweets you shared

Park Jisung

ah nct’s certified crybaby(lovingly)

might just start crying with you because if you cry he cries too

i honestly see him a bit panicky in a delicate situation like this once where he has to deal with *emotions* (｡´>д<)っ彡☆

so he watches from a safe distance at first

literally jisung.exe has shut down

but then poor kid starts feeling guilty about just watching you suffer without helping and comforting you but he’s kinda scared that he’s only gonna make it worse (●’Д’●)

‘come on park jisung think!!! what would-... what WOULD JAEMIN DO!!’

*cue lighbulb going off above his head*

cue calling jaemin and getting scolded for being on the phone with him instead of being by your side but still giving his precious baby advice

jisung probably comes up with a speech before approaching you he’s nervous okay? ┌༼ σ ‸ σ ༽┐

he lays a hand on your head, gently caressing you and just as he takes a breath to start his speech, you just look up to him with THE kicked puppy eyes ༼ つ ◕ ‸ ◕ ༽つ and jisung is A GONER꒰ლ✘ㅿ✘ლ꒱

he MELTS into a puddle of uwus and just leans into you, opting for silent comfort and that’s how he found out that cuddles>>>>>>words

he kinda babbles a little while holding you words are hard ya know

he kinda rambles after you calm down too so now you have to calm him down you’re both messes but you’re cute so

so what is the most efficient way to shut him up? peck his lips!!!!

and as he melts into your hold he remembers that ‘wait!! i’m the one supposed to comfort them!!!!’ (•̀o•́)ง

so he throws his nerves out the window for a moment and just cups his entire world your face in his hands and pecks your all over your face

you end up watching some compilations with kitties or something on both your phones untill your batteries die so then you switch to another device gen z behaviour

he also probably gets a call from jaemin too and you figure out that your puss of a boyfriend had to call his friend in order to help you

so you give him that look <(｀^´)>

let’s say he’s taking you out for brunch the next day AND helping you with your school work

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ships4you · 4 years

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the necklace fiasco {sokka}

Requests: hi, can you do a sokka imagine, like a angst to fluff vibe with angry kissing 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Pairing: Sokka x reader

Warnings: Cursing & slight smut

Prompt: Sokka is constantly annoying the reader and one day, they snap. Sokka uses a unique strategy to calm the reader down. Which ends up causing an awkward situation for everybody.

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A HEADCANON. I’m not sure what happened, but I just kept going. So happy reading!

Sokka just really had a way of pushing your buttons.

You had spent all day cleaning up the house in Ba Sing Se you were all staying in while looking for Appa. Meanwhile, Toph and Katara were out training Aang. Sokka had disappeared earlier in the day, per usual.

“Come with me (y/n).” Sokka had begged that morning. “I will another day, our house is filthy though. I need to clean.” you said scrubbing down those mornings dishes. Aang and Katara were always good with their messes, but between Toph and Sokka the house would turn into a rats nest if you let it go for too long. “I’m going to do some training later though, so when you come back we can spar.” Sokka murmured a “yea-yea-yea.” before walking out the door.

“Aaaand, done.” You mumbled to yourself, whipping down the dust from the last countertop. You sighed, laying down on the mat on the floor, deciding to relax for a bit before your friends showed up.

Not even two minutes later Sokka strolled into the house, immediately tossing his satchel on the freshly cleaned floor.

“I’m ba-ack”

“Oh perfect, this will ease my headache.” you said sitting up, eyeing the remains that had fallen out of his bag.

“So, are you planning on making dinner anytime soon?” he leaned against the railing. He proceeded to kick off his shoes, which landed with a soft ‘clunk’. You scoffed now focusing on his discarded muddy shoes, “…Excuse me?”

“Dinner? I thought you would start by now that why I came back.”

You inhaled deeply, pushing the air out harshly from your mouth. “And where exactly did you come back from?”

He jumped up excitedly, “Oooh! I’m glad you asked!” He began rummaging through the bag, throwing its remains to the side as he searched. “Ta-dahhh!!” In his hand he held out a short thin gold necklace with gemstones along the edges.

“A necklace.”

“A necklace!”

“Soooo, what Sokka? Are you planning on wearing it to the Earth Kings ball? How much that thing anyways?!”

He shrugged, “Eh, like three silver pieces. But look!! Isn’t it pretty!!” He held the necklace against his neck, posing for you.

“You spent three silver pieces on a necklace. Sokka. I just made that money from working, two days ago! You can’t be spending everything we’ve been earning willy-nilly! That money was for food… and supplies!! And you just went off and spent it all for a silly necklace!” you fumed, pacing back and forth.

“Yea but-“

“No. No ‘buts’. You disappeared at the crack of dawn to go off and spend all our money, while I was here cleaning ALL DAY. Finally you show back up tossing your shit everywhere, tracking mud in with your shoes, and ask when dinner is going to be ready?! Are you serious?! I am sick and tired of you and your bullshit!”

Sokka set the necklace down, “My bullshit?! No one asked you to clean (y/n)! You could have come into town with me to explore, just like all the other times I asked you, but noooo. Because nothing is allowed to be fun! I was just trying to do something nice for yo-“

“Ohhh I’m sorry my version of FUN doesn’t involve living in filth and spend all of our money.” By now you were standing in front of him. “You do know that we need food to survive, right?!” you seethed, poking his chest with your finger.

“Why does this bother you so much?! You’ve never cared about this sort of stuff before.” He grabbed your wrist pulling it off of him, holding it to your side.

“Well maybe I’m just fed up with you being such a piece of shit all the time.” You lifted you’re free hand to push him away, but he reacted too quickly and grabbed a hold of your other hand.

“(y/n), you need to calm down!”

You struggled against his grip, “No!! You have been pissing me off and I have kept my mouth shut this whole time! I-“

Before you could finish he slammed his lips against yours. You thrashed for a second, fighting against his grip.

The kiss was messy at first, his nose bumping against yours. You attempted to pull away causing him to accidentally suck too hard on your bottom lip. But with his second attempt, you couldn’t help but melt into him. He let go of your wrists and grasped the sides of your face, guiding your face towards his. You clenched his tunic, tugging at the pieces of cloth.

He disconnected his lips from yours, raising his arms up, allowing you to slip his shirt over his head. He pulled you into him, kissing your lips feverishly– hands traveled down your back, cupping your ass and giving it a light squeeze. He pulled apart just long enough to groan, “Bedroom?”

“Yes.”

The two of you ran to the closest room, which happened to be yours, knowing your friends would be home anytime soon. Once the door was latched and shut behind you, he sat back on your bed pulling you towards him to steal another kiss.

“Mmm,” you pulled away, “I’m still furious at you.”

He smirked, “Yea I know.”

“And don’t think for one second-“

“Spirits, stop talking.” he growled and pulled you on top of him to straddle his waist. You spread your hands over his chest as he slid his tongue into your mouth ever so slightly. You tugged at his ponytail, brushing your fingers through his locks as they fell from their restraints. At this point he couldn’t hold back any longer. He completely lost it and began moaning into your mouth.

He slid his face down yours to tilt your chin back with his nose. Immediately latching onto your neck. You could feel the kink from the band in his hair, which you had carelessly tossed to the floor. Testing the waters, you ground your hips down into his. His hands grasped to your sides, encouraging you to continue. A whine escaped his mouth, you could feel his hot breath against your skin as he whimpered just in front of your ear. His hands began sliding underneath your shirt as you rode against him. Feeling his his boner pressing against your-

“We’re homeee!”

The sound of Aang’s voice causing you to jump off his lap, pushing Sokka off to the side.

“Shit, shit, shit.” you said.

Sokka stared you at you, his big cobalt blue eyes wide with shock. His hands held up next to his head as if he had just knocked a child unconscious. His wavy brunette fringe framing his face. How were you supposed to focus with this specimen laid out before you.

“Okay uh, you need to fix…” you glanced downwards, gesturing toward the tent in his pants, “That… And I’ll go talk to them.” you said before running out the door.

Sokka groaned falling back against your bed, hands swiping down his face.

“Hey! How was training?” you strutted from your room, carefully closing the door behind you. Aang enthusiastically told you all the new tricks he had learned that day, not questioning a thing. Katara stood there eyeing her brothers top laying on the floor and your unruly hair.

***

Dinner was a nightmare.

You and Sokka didn’t speak, just quietly finished your food. If none of them noticed earlier, they definitely could tell something was up now. Even Aang was suspicious. After dinner, Sokka left without a word.

“Sooo.” Katara said, “Are we just not going to talk about what happened earlier?”

“What?!” your eyebrows furrowed, “Nothing happened what are you talking about?”

“(y/n) don’t play dumb. I saw where you two were, I could sense it with earthbending.” Toph shuttered.

You stood up quickly, “I need some air.” you said before storming out the front door, pressing your back against its cool surface, burying your face into your hands.

“Hey.”

You looked up to see Sokka standing at the base of the steps. Peachy. Just peachy.

“Hi…” you pushed yourself off the door frame, hugging your sides. “Where did you run off to?”

He walked up the steps, offering a small smile. His clothes had wet marks splattered up and down his front. His ‘warriors wolf-tail’ had loosened, causing a few strands to fall from their restraints. You couldn’t help yourself from wondering if would push you away if you were to tuck the stray hairs out of his face.w

“I went to go return the necklace.” he said tossing a bag filled with coins at you. You caught it, opening it up to find a few more copper pieces along with the three silver.

“Oh and I spent an hour tossing fish at the market.” He held his hands up, “Beware. I may smell a little fishy.” He smirked, leaning against the rail behind him.

“…Why?”

He shrugged, “You were right. I can be an ass sometimes. So, basically this is my way of saying I’m sorry. And my way of saying thank you for putting up with my bullshit, I guess.”

You sighed, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have overreacted.”

“Not at all. I definitely needed some sense knocked into me.”

There was a slight pause as he reached up to scratch the back of his head.

You crossed your arms over your chest, “So, I’m sorry you won’t be able to wear your pretty necklace to the ball. I can make one for you if you’d like.” You smile up at him, doing your best at offering a truce.

“Oh right.” he chuckled. “That-” His eyes fixated on yours. He slid his bottom lip beneath his teeth, letting it slowly fall back out. “I uh- I actually got that for you.”

Your mouth fell open ever so slightly, unsure of what to say. “Oh… Why?”

“Honestly, cause I think you’re great. And I don’t know… I saw that necklace in the store and I just knew I wanted you to have it. I thought maybe I would give it to you and tell you how I feel.”

“And how do you feel?” you felt a surge of confidence and stepped towards him.

“I feel…” he looked you up and down, struggling to find the right words.

“Yes?” you urged him on taking another step towards him.

“I feel like I’m crazy about you.”

That was all you needed to hear. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him in. You kissed him, but different from last time. It wasn’t as rushed; you took your time, trying to engrave the memory of his swollen lips against yours. He ended it short by him pulling away.

“Woah-woah-woah wait. So are you still mad at me? Cause I want to make sure we’re good now-“

“Spirits, stop talking.” you teased before pulling him again.

Tag list: @aimee1602 @myexgirlfriendisthemoon

#sokka #sokka x reader #sokka imagine #atla #atla fanfic #atla imagine #atla x reader #Avatar The Last Airbender #submission

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Maze Baby (Maze runner)

Thomas woke up and not for the first time, nor he doubted for the last time, he was in a shitty diaper. he half wondered if the smell of his diaper had awoken him or if it the was the dawning sun, but since he had no control either way he banished the thoughts from his head the bulky garment wasn't like the disposable diapers of old, this one had a massive expansion gimmick and so it already held the waste of yesterday and the wetting and was down to his knees as he sired about in his makeshift crib that the second in command demanded he lay in. By 'crib' it was sharpen stick's stuck in the ground, five of them on the left and right and 4 on the top and bottom and he was given a thread bare blanket and a moldy pillow to rest his head on. he was watched over by the cruel second in command, a boy named newt who even now was stirring and holding his nose. "Jesus, did you shit yourself even more in your sleep? and I thought you smelled bad before.. such is MY burden to bear." the blond said, as if he hadn't jumped at the chance to look after someone even weaker then himself. Thomas felt the urge to defend himself but the pacifier gag in his mouth made it impossible, and he just whined in the make shift crib. "I suppose we'll have to use one of your rare diapers to change you..I doubt this SHIT BAG will hold much more will it?" Newt asked and reached over the sticks, and massaged the bulky and mushy mess in the back of the diaper. Despite himself, Thomas spread his legs as newt massaged the mess, and felt his permanently locked up dick throb in his diapers. "God, your soooo disgusting aren't you, getting off on this?" Newt asked, though his own breath was going fast and he massaged fasted and harder. "Is this the day you finally cream yourself, or just gonna keep only wetting and shitting yourself like the fucking LOSER you are?" the blond asked. Thomas was of two mind sets to be honest on the question. GOD did he wanna finally blow his load after three months of together from newt, and god knows how much from down below? But on the other hand it was the sexual need, the verge of..that made all of his torment bearable. Newt squished and patted the mess a little while longer, and just when Thomas oped/dreaded he was about to release the blond took his hand away. "I suppose it's time to change the stinky baby." he sneered.

Changing the stupid big baby was the least favorable part of his job, but with the good came the bad. Newt knew that to be a rule even as he washed the diaper shitter down but Jesus, the smell! Lord knows he'd tried any and all food they had on him, but somehow no matter what went in Thomas, it came out smelling like rotten fruit left for 300 years. he knew, to be fair there was no way what came out of the brunette bitches backside was never going to smell good, but shit, did he have to go so far on the other end? with the bitch cleaned up and a painful injection to his balls that meant Thomas wouldn't be able to orgasm until a equal or more painful shock to his balls were delivered, Newt got him in his new big diaper of the day. Truthfully he could of changed him way more often, there was a surplus of diapers in storage, but letting Thomas think he had to wear his shit swelled diapers for as long as possible just made newt feel warm all inside. with the baby thickly diapered and in just a bib, Newt lead him out to a gathering of the other boys who while they kept their distance (Thomas stench was know to happen fast and hard) they laughed and called out taunted that made the brunette tear up even as Newt prepared his baby food. Picking two favors he KNEW the big baby hated, Newt made a cabbage and bean spout meal that would last Thomas the day, while making him gassy all the time. truthfully, this meant having to smell the babies gas all day and the shitty diapers that happened, but compared to the shame that would soon follow, as if Thomas's face while being spoon fed wasn't enough..this was a small price to pay.

Thomas swallowed the disgusting paste, knowing it was his only food of the day but he knew it meant he'd be a gassy boy shortly. Case in point even as he finished his meal he was burping loudly and letting out farts. Newt, ever the stern daddy (which with him locked up had him questioning if he hated or loved it) held his nose and complained about it as he lead Thomas over to how he earned his place. he was useless with his diapers in any other way, then being the bitch who cleaned everyone else's clothes. "Jesus, you are fucking ROTTEN today." newt complained, and took one of the clothes pins and put it on his nose. gesturing to the pile of landry that technically was newts to clean, Newt smirked. "well, the fuck are you waiting for, a written invitation? maybe if your good I won't pour wet sand down the back of your diapers today..but you better EARN that!" he said and laid out on the grass, relaxing. Thomas nodded and got to work. it took a conurbation of using a bunch of plants the boys had named soap weeds and hard work with the wooden tub they had given him to get the work done, plus standing there in JUST his diapers and hanging up all of their clothes. before he was even a third of the way done he had wet himself at least three times and with his mouth free, was clicking his touge a lot.

"awww is somebody thirsty?" newt asked, he'd been watching Thomas wash the clothes and smirked the whole time. Thomas whined and nodded. "WellI suppose I should let you have a drink." newt said, rolling his eyes as if ALL the worlds problem's was on him. Instead he knelt down, watching Thomas's eyes as he filled the baby bottle he had, with water from the wash bin. Thomas whimpered and his eye pleaded no, but instead newt filled the bottle and put the top on it. the water was super soapy and Thomas clearly didn't want to drink it, which only made newt harder as he handed him the ba-ba. "Drink up." the blond said. Thomas took the bottle but looked at it and looked back up to newt, shaking his head no. "Little man, you drink that or I'm gonna go and get one of the dust beaters and tan your ass with it, do you understand?" Newt asked, frowning and crossing his arms. "But..but.." Thomas mewed. "I've giving you to the count of five." Newt said, reaching and grabbing the beater that Thomas used on the sheets and blankets. "One..two.." Newt started. Thomas whined but put the fat nipple of the ba-ba in his mouth and started to drink, his eyes shut tight as the yucky taste. "Good boy! drink up and enjoy your ba-ba and MAYBE daddy will think about letting you have a good boy reward." Newt said. the brunettes eyes opened, and he gave a hopeful look. a good boy reward was getting to cum, and it had been MONTHS since his last good boy reward, Newt kept finding minor things to put it off. Of course Thomas could of humped his diapers and creamed on his own, but somehow newt always found out, and the punishments weren't worth the 10 seconds of pleasure. Holding the bottle with both hands, Thomas drank fast, looking like a greedy baby when all he was trying to do was get it over with. tears ran down his cheeks and he gagged more then a few times but he got the bottle drained then pulled it out of his mouth and let out a massive belch, which adorably made a bubble! "pfffttt.. wow didn't think that was even possible!" Newt chuckled and took the ba-ba. "but since you clearly loved it sooo much." he said and unscrewed the top, then filed it back up. "Here's anther." Thomas whimpered and started crying, but took the ba-ba like a good boy, chugging it as daddy newt patted his head.

The tummy cramps that followed from all the soapy water in his tum tum wasn't helped by the paste that had him blasting out poot and whining lots as he finished his work load for the day. Newt had at one point gotten some of the other boys to come and watch as Thomas let out a few more bubble burps. "I wonder if we took his diaper down if he'd FART bubbles?" one boy with red shaggy haired named Issac asked with a laugh. Thomas whined at that thought, picturing it in his head and shaking his head no. "oh man, I'd love to see that!" a dirty blond with a mushroom cut named Jacob hooted. Pouting big time Thomas was ready to tell them that wasn't happening when Newt spoke up. "Look guys, we'd all love to see the little soap sucking loser poot bubbles.but do you REALLY wanna risk him shitting everywhere?" He pointed out. That took the wind out of their sails, and as if to prove Newt's point it was right then that Thomas hunched over the wash tub and cried out as he unleashed a torment of wet sloppy farts. "Fire in the hole!" Newt called out laughing. most of the boys moved back so they could watch, but only get a slight hit of the stench as the back of Thomas's thick diaper started to balloon out and darken. the pain of the cramp and the force of how hard it was coming out had Thomas sink down to his knees, away from the tub and giving his audience a better view as he pounded a fist on the ground and was loudly grunting and pushing in a effort to get it over with. As his diaper sagged down almost to the back of his kneecaps the mess FINALLY stopped and shaking and sweating, Thomas looked over his shoulder as Newt and the other boys clapped. "Nice show. the visual effects and the performance was great, but gonna have to take points away for the smell. all in all, 4 stars." Newt laughed. "C-change?" Thomas mewed weakly. He could almost SEE the stink he was giving off but he was too weak to hold his own nose. "I'll change you before bed tonight, if you're good." Newt said, then laughed as him and the rest of the boys walked off, leaving Thomas to whimper and out down sobbing.

If there was one bonus to the horrible mess Thomas had made in his diapers (and he kept adding to it!) it was that the smell had gotten so strong with the additions and the sun beating down on him that it kept most of the other boys away. Even Newt was keeping his distance and normally he could at least tolerate the worse Thomas had to offer. He'd gotten his cleaning done and was just playing in the grass, pretending that some of the flowers he'd pick were different soldiers and the like, as most little boys have vivid imaginations. It was about mid afternoon when Newt came over to him. "I've got good news and bad news for you diaper dumper. what do you wanna hear first?" Newt asked, crossing his arms and having a clothespin on his noise and taking shallow breaths. "..Good news." Thomas said after thinking about it for a second. "Everyone agrees, your just too smelly to keep in that diaper any longer, so you'll be getting a diaper change, then burying your 'treasure' in a deep hole." Newt said. Thomas's eyes lit up, he hadn't of really expected even with how smelly he was that newt would of relented! Of course there was the fact that it was a group choice thing but STILL! "Thank you thank you thank you!" Thomas mewed and started to crawl over to hug Newt. His diaper had gotten to big and heavy for him to even stand up at this point. Newt stood back and then held up his hand. "Hannnng on poop factory. there's still the bad news." He said and wagged a finger. Thomas paused and then sat back on his squishy diaper. "I was actually gonna let you cum buckets tonight for suffering though that shitty diaper all day. WAS. But since your getting a diapie change guess who just lost his god boy reward?" Newt asked, finishing with a sing song voice. "But..but..I wanna make stickies!" Thomas started to whimper and whine. "I-I'll wait for my diapie change and prove I ca-" he added but was cut off. "Not your choice pamper packer. now come on, let's go get the little stinky pants changed into clean diapers so he can enjoy his blue balls in peace." Newt said and turned to walk away, motioning for Thomas to crawl after him. Thomas followed, eyes filled with tears. he hadn't actually believed that Newt was gonna et him cum tonight after the soapy bottles but now, knowing that he'd almost had multiple orgasms coming his way and had lost them he was sobbing well, just like a baby.

It never once crossed Thomas's mind that Newt was lying about how he had been planning to let him cum tonight. That Newt had decided if he had to change the baby early and lose his fun he'd make new fun. even despite the promise he'd made at the start of the day he hadn't meant it. He wanted to see just how blue he could make Thomas's balls go before the baby would give in and hump himself to a slight relief and earn punishments. Life in the maze wasn't easy, but if you could find a way to keep yourself busy and find some entertainment as well it was more then bearable. And Newt had his big dumb baby to play with now and forever.

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Bound by Destiny ― Chapter 1: The Job

PAIRING: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Nadya Al Jamil) RATING: Mature

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

⥼ Bound by Destiny ⥽

Nadya Al Jamil (MC) has been struggling from the day she moved to Manhattan, but her new job as assistant to the mysterious CEO of Raines Corp was supposed to turn her luck around. Until she finds herself caught in the middle of a war involving the Council of Vampires who secretly run the city. An evil from the birth of Vampire-kind stirs beneath, feeding on the conflict, and finds Nadya bound to a destiny she never asked for.

Bound by Destiny and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the Bloodbound series and spin-off, Nightbound. Find out more [HERE].

⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽

She’s never thought about doing clerical work before, but that’s not going to stop her. Nadya begins her new job as secretary for the mysterious Adrian Raines.

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As soon as Lily yanks the lipstick from her hand the cab screeches to a jerking halt on the curb. The kind of stop that has the potential to ruin an entire twenty minutes-worth of hasty makeup application.

“Here.” grunts the Cabby, already flicking on his ‘VACANT’ sign and punching the buttons on his dash panel.

“Think you could chill out a little next time on the landing, Speed Racer? Here hon, hold this.” She returns the lipstick to its rightful owner to dig around in her bag for the cab fare.

Nadya sits in a daze; stares at her lipstick like she’s forgotten how to use it until Lily is grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling her out onto the bustling Manhattan sidewalk.

“You okay?” Lily’s hands are warm in the sunlight. They manage to bring her out of her spell. With a one-two-three swipe of her lipstick she brings a beaming smile her roommate’s way.

“Never better. Thanks for the save back there.”

“Thank me with a paycheck. And pizza — you can never go wrong with pizza.”

The main entrance of Raines Corp. faces north, follows the path of the sun so as not to shine in. A strange thing to notice, Nadya thinks, but she can’t help but hope that means she won’t constantly have the sunset glaring in her eyes every evening.

“Final checks!” Lily announces, loud enough to gain the attention of several Wall Street schlubs on their blue-teeth or air-phones or whatever else they use to distract from the tedium.

God, I hope I don’t end up like that at the end of this job… The thought flits through Nadya’s mind briefly before it’s lost in Lily’s vibrancy.

“Phone-wallet-keys?”

“Check.”

“Emergency Listerine strips?”

“Check.”

“Emergency deodorant?”

“Check.”

“Disdain for the bourgeoisie bullshit that allows people to treat secretaries like servants?”

Nadya laughs. “Check!”

“Then my dear,” she squeezes their hands together before letting go with a flourish of wide arms, “there’s nothing more I can do for you. You’re ready to walk into the belly of the Capitalist beast.”

But ‘ready’ though she may be Nadya doesn’t move; just stares at Lily’s encouraging smile like it’ll give her the power to take on the whole world or bring every skyscraper on the block crumbling to their foundations.

Her roommate pushes her ropes of neon-purple dreads over her shoulder and goes in for the hug Nadya didn’t know she even needed; let alone ask for. It’s one she returns warmly — it brings back distant memories of clinging to her mother on the first day of school.

“Seriously, Nadi’, you’ve got this.” whispers Lily into her ear, and Nadya very much has this.

She turns and steels herself—a final mental check to ensure all is secure and well and oh god did I forget my emergency tampon at home no Lily put it in the side pocket thank god so yes, it’s all well—before she strides in through the revolving doors.

“Don’t worry about dinner, honey-bunch! You just earn Momma that cheddar!” She can hear Lily’s faint laughter before the roar of industrialized air conditioning drowns out everything else.

Everything that had happened on the day of her interview had led Nadya to believe he might be a decent boss to work for; one of those kinds of CEOs who had wealth but didn’t flaunt it, or who gave out really epic bonuses come Christmas or the New Year. She figured she’d be seeing a lot of him around — not that he’d be asking her to accompany him to important client dinners or doing that thing in movies where he asks her to order him midnight sushi and it turns out to be enough for two — because what CEO goes out of their way to personally attend the hiring of someone who only has top-tier security clearance because that’s where her desk is?

Boy, was she wrong.

Adrian Raines communicates almost solely by email (or in the more urgent requests, the Raines Corp. interdepartmental instant message app). When he leaves his office he never needs to be accompanied. If not for the heaps of digital filing she’s asked to organize she’d almost forget who she was working for. He’s always polite; signs his emails with ‘thank yous’ and things like ‘I really appreciate all your hard work!’ but the distance takes some getting used to.

“Maybe he’s just antisocial,” Lily suggests over their now-standard lunch break phone call. Nadya can hear the distant tinny noise of digital zombies having their heads blown off on Lil’s livestream. “You know, like one of those reclusive ba-jillionaires in the movies. Or he thinks you smell.”

“I don’t smell!” Nadya argues back — and definitely doesn’t do a smell-check of her armpits sheepishly.

But Lily intends to find the silver lining in everything; one of the things that makes them get along so fabulously. “Think of it this way; sooo many people in your position have to see way too much of their bosses, right? And that burns them out! So you have more time to rake in the dough before you gotta high-tail it from Armaniville.”

“I guess,” she stabs a cold lump of orange chicken absentmindedly, “it’d just be a lot easier if he weren’t so darn nice.”

The next day Adrian sends her a list of things to get from the sub-basement archives; gifts for some client meeting he has in an hour. Nadya takes it on as a DEFCON 5 because each item is a separate ping on the IM server. If it can’t all be in one email it’s gotta be important, right?

All it takes is a requisition form sent below and the whole two dozen paces between her desk, the elevator, and the building delivery desk on the ground floor. She’d go into the conference room and deliver the package herself but while Adrian might appreciate the gesture the same might not be said for other head-honchos. So she leaves it on the corner of her desk for Adrian to grab on his way down.

Just before the lift doors open Adrian turns on his glossy heel. For the first time since her interview he addresses Nadya face-to-face.

“Nadya?”

“Yes, Mister Raines?” They both chuckle. Even with the impersonal disposition of digital communication they’ve found a way to share inside jokes; it took half a dozen messages for Nadya to learn how very serious Adrian was about being addressed by his first name even via email.

She glances up from Nicole’s daily ‘list of chores’ (Lily’s words, not hers, but she doesn’t deny the accuracy) to find Adrian staring at her. Even from across the room there’s a clarity to him. Adrian Raines is attractive; Nadya knows it, the numerous reporters from the tech, business, and gossip magazines Nadya has had to politely turn away all know it, hell even Adrian himself probably knows it — and not in the vain way pretty rich men know they’re pretty, but in a more humble sense.

So yeah, having someone like him stare with that movie-star smolder at someone like her makes it impossible for Nadya not to blush. But he’s her boss, and this gig is too good for all the months of “We promise we’ll have the rent next month please don’t evict us!” back-pay they owe their landlord to risk. And she’s pretty sure trying to romance the boss is a big risk.

She tries again, “Yes, Mister Raines?” because Adrian seems to be in his own little world. One he finally snaps out of.

“I just wanted to make sure you know how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me since you came on. You’ve definitely been one of my more successful assistants.” That’s Adrian; making sure everyone feels appreciated.

Nadya simply shrugs it off; wouldn’t do her well to get too airheaded so early in the game. “Just doing my job, Mister Raines.”

“Nadya…”

“Just doing my job,” she winks, “Adrian.”

It’s the longest meeting he’s ever had; the text she gets somewhere near dawn thanking her for staying but releasing her fills Nadya with nothing short of relief. Gathering her things, clocking out, swiping her card for the lift; everything is routine now. Even strolling passed the conference room on her way to the front desk.

“Are you sure he’s being truthful about his numbers?”

“We can’t be sure of anything when it comes to Cecil, Adrian. That is why I insisted I go myself. He knows better than to lie to my face.”

“Yet he may still have.”

Stopping in front of the frosted glass isn’t one of her smarter ideas. Not like it stops her. Mostly she’s caught off guard by the seriousness of Adrian’s tone even through the doors. Can’t think of a time when she ever heard him sound like that; almost dark, or angry.

But where Adrian is filled with passion whoever he’s speaking to keeps her cool. Her voice a velvet purr so low Nadya finds herself straining to hear, leaning closer to the door and closer to the danger of discovery.

“I have my associates scouring the city for where they might be originating. You’d think someone might report seeing a corpse or two suddenly going grey and—”

A gruff Indian drawl interrupts her. Even from a distance Nadya feels like that’s a bad move.

“This is New York, Kamilah. Bodies are as rare as pigeons!”

“Then what have you contributed, Lester?” asks Adrian.

Lester grumbles something she doesn’t quite catch, then: “Don’t flash those at me, pup. I’ll speak to my men on the PD and see if they’ve been keeping anything hiding under their little blue belts.”

None of it makes sense. There’s walking in on half a conversation and then there’s whatever Adrian and his associates are discussing. The one thing Nadya is sure of is how much she dislikes the knot forming in her gut while her mind races to try and put some of what she’s hearing together.

There’s a long silence. For a moment she fears she’s been found out and her heart drops out through her stomach. Then she hears Adrian again — this time he sounds tired.

“We have to get this under control. Until we do every victim is our fault; their blood is on our hands.”

If there’s more to his speech she doesn’t stick around to hear it. Finds herself out on the cold Manhattan sidewalk just as the sun starts to haul itself up over the horizon. She doesn’t even remember if she said goodbye to the night guard. Her blood pounds in her ears.

Lily made a valiant effort to stay awake and greet her as evidenced by a full cup of tea gone cold on the island counter. But her roommate is passed out on the couch — Nadya envies that ability to sleep anywhere. The words victim and blood and hands echo in Adrian’s voice around her skull like bouncy-balls while she gets ready for bed.

Adrian acts like nothing is different — and to him it isn’t. But whenever she gets the chance Nadya tries to find some inkling, some shadow hidden behind his megawatt smile and usual charm. If ever given the chance to wander her mind starts coming up with fantastical ideas and scenarios: like seeing him as Christian Bale in American Psycho or getting a late-night text for her to come into work and finding him in the process of wrapping a body up in construction plastic.

Nadya only imagines being the victim of the cruel-yet-classy alter ego of Adrian once. Somehow discovering his secret life as a hitman or deranged killer is more believable than the thought that he would ever harm her.

But it doesn’t stop the hairs on the back of her neck from standing up when the rarity arrives of Adrian leaving at the same time as her. Lots of people are murdered in elevators in the movies.

“So… everything alright?”

Nadya looks to find Adrian’s gaze level and calm and right at her. Oh god, she thinks, he knows!

She fumbles for an answer instead — tries, and fails, to play it cool.

“Peachy keen.”

“Are you sure?” He’s not gonna press the matter if she doesn’t want to talk about it; just another one of the things that makes Adrian Raines possibly the ideal man. But he needs to stop looking like a kicked puppy in order to make it easier for her to lie to him.

So she decides to pick a different truth instead. “Yeah, I’m just not looking forward to the long trip home.”

Adrian’s nose scrunches. “I was under the impression your apartment was one train away.”

“Normally it is. But they shut down the station at my stop a couple nights ago. Some accident on the weekend or something.”

It’s exactly the Adrian thing for him to do when he offers her a ride home in the company car. And it’s the Nadya thing for her to decline, but rather than playfully letting it slide Adrian actually insists. Pipes up what could have been the speech her mom gave her about moving to ‘the Big City’ verbatim; with strangers lurking the streets and the subway never really being as safe as they claim.

“And forgive my selfishness,” he finishes while opening the sleek black Buick door, “but I’d have a pretty hard time finding another secretary with hours as flexible as yours. So let’s get you home safe and sound.”

One complimentary ride home is a favor. Then one turns into two, turns into the whole week, turns into “I know your station opened back up yesterday, Nadya, but if I’m being honest I enjoy the detour and the company,” and by the time Adrian’s car is pulling onto the curb outside her building at sunset—the usual time she sets off—there’s really no opportunity to refuse.

“I went to make you a cup, too, but then I realized I have no idea how you take your coffee — secretaries everywhere have shunned me.” Nadya greets him by way of apology, sliding into the now-familiar front seat with her travel mug in hand. Adrian laughs.

“I appreciate the gesture, but I’m more of a tea person.”

If Adrian is surprised when, same time next day, Nadya slides in with her usual mug and a second with a teabag string dangling over the side, he hides it well.

But while their routine has become more personable and casually affectionate it hasn’t entirely cleared her boss of suspicion. There’s three more meetings he releases her early for. She doesn’t snoop like the first time but definitely catches the same voices in her passing haste to the exit.

Then one ordinary night she spots an error on Adrian’s agenda.

“Did you want me to call the Gallery about getting a refund?” She doesn’t knock before entering — doesn’t really need to at this point. There’s something weirdly intimate about sitting in his car flicking radio stations while he pumps gas and returns with her favorite chocolate peanut-butter cookies. Intimate in that it makes knocking seem unnecessary.

Used to it, Adrian doesn’t look away from his screen. “Refund for what?”

“You bought two tickets to this thing, the ‘Manhattan Gallery’s Dedication to National Geographic Auction’ on Friday next.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And—Jesus—they’re five hundred bucks a piece?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So did you want a refund?”

“Why? I asked yesterday if you had plans then. You said no.”

It takes her a moment before Nadya’s doing her best impression of a fish.

“That second ticket’s mine?”

Now out of his chair Adrian leans against his desk with a smirk that could almost be called cheeky. If she didn’t know him better, that is.

“Well who else would I take?” he asks genuinely.

“I—I mean—well Nicole, for one.”

He waves off his assistant’s name. Odd, Nadya can’t help but think, since they seemed have a close relationship — close enough for her to berate him in front of a stranger on the day they met. Maybe less so in the last months… but still.

“She’s been to dozens of these. I wanted to take someone who might actually appreciate something new.” His falter is only slight. “I mean, of course, if you want to come. I probably shouldn’t have assumed.”

And she does, oh she does, but a nagging voice in the back of her head that sounds not-so-suspiciously like Anne-Marie from HR — who probably didn’t think Nadya could hear her over the gurgle of the downstairs coffee cart when she leaned over to her coworker and whispered a nasty rumor about “Mister Raines and his Secretary of the Night” — has her hesitant to say the least.

She’s taken too long to respond when Adrian’s hands fall on her shoulders. He cranks up the AC so high she had to pull her winter sweaters out of storage in the middle of summer. Even through the wool though she can feel the chill of his palms.

“Nadya? Talk to me.” Kind Adrian; Kind, empathetic, stupidly perceptive Adrian.

It makes her step back; gain some personal—and professional—space between them.

“Mister Raines,” and when did this become her life exactly, “I appreciate the gesture; all the gestures, actually, but…” already she’s hoping Lily kept yesterday’s newspaper with the classifieds, “I’m not… well, I’m not exactly interested in you in that… way.”

Adrian Master-of-the-Unexpected Raines goes bright red. Has Nadya wondering if she should take a picture to sell to the same tabloids that claim to see equally nonexistent things like Bigfoot.

Then he takes a deep breath. “Nadya — er, Miss Al Jamil — if I ever gave you the impression I… what I mean to say is that if you’ve found any of my actions untoward — erm — or, possibly, salacious in nature, I assure you, I—wait no, let me—”

He’s actually fumbling, which is how Nadya realizes he’s taken aback by her statement; how she realizes he was a million miles away from that dangerous place. And did he just say salacious?

To her surprise Adrian actually stops when she holds up a finger.

“Before you, uh, choke on your own tongue,” probably not the best idea to bring up his tongue but you know what they say about hindsight, “just… answer one question, okay?”

He nods.

“Is this an invitation as your date, or as your coworker?”

“Good heav — as my coworker, Nadya!” He practically chokes on his relief. It takes an exhale for Nadya to realize she is, too. Then they’re laughing, separately and awkwardly, and the next thing Nadya knows Adrian is pouring two tumblers of expensive scotch from the little trolley to the side of his desk that she’s never seen him use before. He’s her boss and he’s the one offering it, so he can’t get on her case when she accepts the liquor like the peace offering it is.

Friday night comes around and, as expected, the world ends.

“How can one person own this many dresses and none of them be for freakin’ formal events?!”

“Hey! That Sailor Mars dress was made specifically for a ball!”

“Lily, I’m only gonna say this one more time—” Nadya pokes her head out of her roommate’s tiny closet with what she hopes is a glare that thoroughly conveys her frustration; though the way her large glasses are dangerously ready to fall off the tip of her nose negates that completely, “—I can’t wear Sailor Moon cosplay to the Manhattan Art Gallery!”

Lily huffs and nibbles another spicy cheese puff. “Show me where it says that on the damn dress code…”

In a flurry of barely-clothed despair Nadya rushes back across the hall to her own room. Lily follows — cradles her snack bowl in her arms like one would a precious infant.

“I don’t get why the dress you bought doesn’t work.” Lily plops down next to the last-minute ordered dress and is careful to keep her cheesy mitts off the fabric. “It’s nice! And pink looks good on you, girl.”

Nadya looks the dress over with barely-contained spite. “It’s just… more skin than I thought it would be.” She mimes the shape of the dress’ lack of shoulder-cloth and Lily nods with an understanding “Oooh.”

“It just feels weird to wear something, like, kinda sexy after last week’s weirdness, you know? It’s weird! I think it’s weird, he’ll think it’s weird. It’ll just be…”

“Weird?” supplies Lily, who barely has time to duck the ball of socks thrown her way.

“And I don’t have time to go shopping. Adrian’ll be here in…” she looks to her bedside clock and groans, “an hour… I need more than an hour to fix my life!”

“Don’t we all.” Lily falls down beside the distraught form of her room mate and finger-feeds her a puff as per their agreement on dealing with messy snacks in mess-free zones. She wipes her hands diligently on her junk tee and caresses the apple of Nadya’s cheek with her thumb.

“Hon, just wear it. It’s your first time doing the ‘ritzy rich person’ thing and Adrian’ll totally get that. And if he tries to make it weird just laugh it off in that totally un-sexy way you do and boom—instant boner-killer.”

It’s not the pep-talk that would get the Cordonian Princess Caoimhe through her wedding day jitters, but it’s enough for Nadya; and that’s all that matters. With exaggerated grunts and huffs she hauls herself off the bed and starts to wrangle on the dress.

“I told you what he said, right?”

“You tell me a lot of things, sweetie.”

Nadya turns for Lily to dutifully zip her up. “He said I was ‘too young for him anyway,’ like, what does that even mean?”

“Do you want the Valyrian translation or something?”

“He’s thirty-one. I’m twenty-five! My parents had a bigger age gap than that!”

Lily pats the finished zipper, pulls Nadya to turn around so she can do her other, unsung duty by helping Nadya show off what she was born with.

“I mean maybe — stop fidgeting you have boobs so show them off, Christ — maybe he’s into cougars. Pretty boys usually have some form of Oedipus complex.”

“Mm… I don’t think so. Adrian’s different.”

“How?”

“He just — OW who the heck gives purple nurples these days?! — He just is, okay?! Now take your hands out of my bra Lily Spencer!”

The play-fighting gets put aside for the good of maintaining the integrity of the dress. The hour drags on, half of it spent waiting around for her (suddenly too-long, too-unruly, too-resistant) hair to dry. Nadya is always more likely to throw her hair up in a bun and go no matter the occasion, but this isn’t just any occasion. I’ll be representing Raines Corp, and Adrian by proxy, she reminds herself through every stubborn tug of her brush.

Lily is fiddling with her purse as Nadya finally exits the bathroom in a cloud of hairspray and second thoughts.

“So I packed you two granola bars in case they don’t have anything lactose-intolerant. And there’s some spare cash if you wanna dip out and grab a cab home. Did you grab your flats?”

“I can’t switch shoes in the middle of a thing like this.”

“Pretty sure I read something about it being totally acceptable.”

“Where, in a fanfiction?”

“I mean, it was The Royal Romance so… does that count?”

She turns around as she asks and sucks in audibly. The silence is self-conscious; immediately makes Nadya smooth down her hair with a nervous hand.

“What? Oh no, what’s wrong? Speak, Lily, words!”

She finds herself enveloped in a tight hug instead of an actual response, which is both a comfort and jostles her nerves slightly. “Lil’…”

Her roommate’s words are choked with embellished emotion. “You look like a real adult. I couldn’t be more proud.”

“Oh—bull!” Nadya pushes her off with a laugh — but the compliment does bring a flush to her cheeks. “I look good, though? I’ve still got a bit to change up—”

The sudden, high-pitched buzz of the complex bell interrupts as argument. One, long noise before it goes deathly silent.

Lily’s beaming. “Well that was an awfully adult ring. The kind of ring fancy professionals use!”

“No, no no!” Nadya fumbles for her phone to check the time. “He’s early! He’s here! Why is he here why is he ringing the bell why is — Lily don’t you dare!”

But she’s too late to stop the bouncing, bubbly roommate from rushing to the comm.

“Buzzing you in! Come on u—ah!”

Her greeting turns into a cry of protest as Nadya yanks her backwards.

“What are you doing?!”

“I wanna meet him!”

Nadya gestures wildly around the apartment; she doesn’t need to explain herself. The place isn’t exactly in the best state. But who could blame them — the last thing anyone wants to do when they finish a night shift is clean and Lily… well, it was in a worse state before Nadya moved in. At least now there’s a small garbage can beside the couch for all the empty chip bags.

In the time it takes Adrian to knock on their door, the pair manage to gather up empty snacks into the trash and hide everything else inside the ottoman. Lily’s hair whips at her face as she tries to pin down Nadya for the door.

“Girl—what are you doing?” She uses a little too much force in turning off the running sink and they battle clumsily over a soapy plate before Lily successfully replaces it with a towel. “He’s not staying. You don’t need to wash the plates.”

“I—” She has to right herself, but Lily’s correct, as usual. “I panicked.”

“Uh-huh. Door.”

“What?”

“Door.”

A second knock startles Nadya to action. “C-Coming!”

The doorways of Raines Corp. must be specially-designed to make Adrian look like the average man, Nadya realizes, because there’s a towering, statuesque beauty to the way her boss stands before her. He even manages to make the chipped old paint job from the ‘70s look glamorous.

“Ready to get going?” Adrian asks by way of greeting; slides one of his hands out of his pockets and offers a crooked elbow like he’s escorting her to some fancy ball.

She almost manages to take it without incident. Almost. While she regains her balance from being unceremoniously shoved aside Lily busies herself with shaking Adrian’s hand with firm vigor.

“You must be the boss-man! Lily Spencer — roommate, confidante, and Nadya’s personal Bryan Mills.” The way her smile falters isn’t unfamiliar — Adrian’s furrowed brow has already lost him points in Lily’s book.

“I’m sorry — who?” he asks; only just manages to steal his hand back.

Lily scoffs, yet Nadya can’t remember an instance where someone did understand her right off the bat.

“Bryan Mills?” As though repeating his name will somehow jog Adrian’s nonexistent memory. “You know… ‘I have a very particular set of skills that make me a nightmare for people like you?’”

Before he can flounder too long, though, Nadya mouths the movie title over Lily’s shoulder.

“Oh, right, from Taken.”

Lily brightens considerably. “Oh, good! You’ve seen it!”

“Once, I think. I remember it playing on the plane…”

“So you know what I’ll do to you if my girl doesn’t come ho—”

“And we’re leaving!” Her voice raised and pitched high with panic, Nadya manages to hip-check her way into the hall. “When I get home I’m gonna kick your butt!” she hisses — and punctuates her threat by closing the door harder than necessary.

She really hopes she still has a job by the time she and Adrian make it to the stairwell. There are five, possibly six different apologies ready on the tip of her tongue but they die off with a quick glance. Adrian’s smiling — no — beaming in a way she’s not seen before. It makes him look years younger — less like there’s a burden on his chest. She allows herself a moment of relief, and strains herself not to ruin it.

They could be heading out for another evening at the office with the casual ease between them. How Adrian opens the door and only starts the car when she’s buckled in properly, and the light conversation about a meeting he has next week with the CFO of a recently-acquired company. Nadya fidgets in what she hopes is a subtle way the entire drive downtown — it would be a shame to ruin such polite conversation with questions about which forks to use and who to not make herself look like a fool in front of.

Then (all too soon in Nadya’s opinion) Adrian pulls out of evening traffic to park on the Gallery curb. While he steps out to flag down a valet she allows herself a moment of pure, unrestrained panic while looking out the tinted windows.

A red carpet has been draped out for the occasion; down the Gallery steps to stop on the sidewalk where one couldn’t get through the mob of onlookers, reporters, and photographers if they tried. It looks less like a Gallery exhibition than a Hollywood movie premiere. Makes Nadya aware of every stark flaw — from the slightly loose fit on her dress to the few flyaway hairs she couldn’t wrangle in.

“You absolutely cannot do this,” she scolds — an insult aimed to quiet her racing heart, “this is way beyond you. You’re gonna make a fool out of yourself. Nothing in life has prepared you for a night like this… just like your interview. Got that, huh? So… don’t fall on your face or murder somebody and you’ll be fine. Just fine.”

The passenger door opens and a gust of cool night air sends goosebumps racing through every exposed part of her. Adrian extends his hand.

In a stupor, Nadya blinks and it takes a moment for her to register what he’s doing. “Huh?”

He laughs, takes the initiative, and tucks her clutch in his armpit before pulling her from the car.

“Come on. Wouldn’t want to miss the hors d’oeuvres. You haven’t lived until you’ve had beluga caviar.”

Nadya follows — and readies herself to live.

#bloodbound #bloodbound mc #kamilah sayeed #adrian raines #kamilah x mc #mc: nadya al jamil #; my fics #oblv: bound by destiny #oblv: new chapter #lily spencer #nicole anderson

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bts-fantasy · 5 years

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part six

Genre: Thriller AU

Characters: Yoongi, Hoseok x Reader

Previous — Next

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You smiled looking down at your phone before putting it away so you could continue to pay attention to the class. You looked at the empty seat next to you feeling the absence of your friend. Hoseok had gone on a bonding trip with his sister for the rest of the week and you would be lying if you said that you didn‘t miss his annoying ass. But you were happy that he was finally able to spend some time with his sister after such a long time. You hoped that he was alright wherever he was right now.

Listening to the teacher in front of you you tried to write everything down so Hoseok wouldn‘t miss anything.

You didn‘t really mind being alone. You enjoyed it if you were honest. Since Hoseok was your only close friend you were pretty much left alone throughout the day and when your classed were finally over you went straight home.

After agreeing to go out with Yoongi he‘d told you to be ready at 7 pm today and you honestly couldn‘t wait to finally see him again. It was going to be your first date and by first you really meant your first one ever. You’d never been on an actual date before and you were nervous, to say the least.

Back in your room, you tried on different outfits until you were satisfied with a black satin dress with long sleeves. It accentuated your shape beautifully and you knew you would match with Yoongi‘s dark-colored fashion style. You did your hair and makeup quickly and grabbed your purse before heading downstairs where your mom was concentrated on a painting. Her eyes looked up from her artwork when she heard you walking down the stairs and her jaw dropped at the sight.

„Y/N... what-“, she stopped mid-sentence clearly lost for words as she eyed your outfit up and down.

„I‘m going out with Yoongi.“ You stood there awkwardly waiting for a response as a small smile formed on her lips. It looked like she was close to tears then she got up to pull you into a tight hug.

„I‘m so happy for you Y/N! Have fun and call me if anything strange happens or if you need anything, alright? I‘ll be there before you can count to ten!“

You rolled your eyes before you agreed to call her if anything goes wrong but thinking of Yoongi you could only see a perfect date in front of you. Just when you thought of him the doorbell rang echoing through your house and your mom pushed you towards the door with an encouraging smile before she returned to her work.

You opened the door to a breathtaking view of Yoongi with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. He looked exactly like one of those hot vampires from movie screens, his black wavy hair ended just above his dark eyes and his suit was made of black velvet shimmering underneath your porch light. Only his shy smile and wide eyes gave away that he was just as nervous as you were.

He handed you the roses and you could see how his cheeks were tinted in a rosy color. He held out his arm for you to take it and led you to his vehicle just like the gentleman he was and even opened the door for you. You couldn‘t comprehend that you actually got treated like this. It made you feel warm and special inside.

Yoongi drove you to a nice restaurant and throughout the whole evening, he was just the perfect gentleman making sure that he was doing everything right. It left you breathless with every little thoughtful action he did. You both talked and talked getting to know each other on a deeper level and it felt like you‘d known him forever.

„I‘ll be right back, I have to use the restroom.“

You said after a while and stood up to walk to the back of the restaurant. You looked into the mirror the smile only getting wider as you thought about the evening so far. Your cheeks were hot and you could see the sparkles in your own eyes not quite believing that you were actually out with such a nice man. You kept smiling at yourself like an idiot when you heard your phone ring inside of your purse.

The smile got wiped off your face immediately when you saw the text messages. Just when you thought nothing could ruin your perfect date this had to happen. With shaky fingers, you grabbed inside your purse to take out the little bottle of perfume. It was a small round-shaped bottle with a purple liquid inside and it smelled just like your favorite flower: lavender.

Returning back to your date you couldn‘t hide the paleness of your face in front of Yoongi. He knew immediately that something was wrong and he placed his hand gently on top of yours making you look up into his eyes. They were filled with concern and you couldn‘t lie to his face. But you had no other choice.

„Is everything alright, Y/N? Did something happen?“ Yoongi‘s deep voice echoed through your mind as you tried to hold back your tears. You wanted to confess everything but you didn‘t want to drag him into this mess as well. So you nodded taking a deep breath.

„I just... don‘t feel so good.“

Yoongi nodded as he helped you up from your seat. He carefully slung his arm around your waist helping you out of the restaurant. For the whole ride home, he had his hand on your thigh caressing it with his thumb while his eyes were fixed on the dark roads in front of you.

But instead of dropping you off at your house he parked inside his garage and turned to you.

„Come on in I want to give you something.“

Yoongi led you inside and you sat on their couch waiting for Yoongi who was busy in the kitchen. You could hear the sound of dishes and also a kettle whistle through the house. A few minutes later Yoongi walked in with a mug full of a steaming dark-colored liquid.

„This is my kind of medicine. It will make you feel good soon.“ You looked up at him with big eyes as you thankfully accepted his drink and felt the sweet scent of hot herbal tea rise to your nose. You felt bad for lying to him about being sick but the tea still helped you to calm your nerves a little bit. Yoongi watched you intently waiting for a reaction and a satisfied smile tugged on his lips when you told him that you liked it.

Setting the mug down on the little coffee table you moved closer to him and placed your hand on top of his and he didn‘t hesitate to cover yours with his other hand playing with your fingers.

„Thank you. For everything“, you whispered looking into his eyes that were just as dark as his hair while he stared back at you. The distance between you both slowly decreased as he leaned in and you closed your eyes waiting to feel his lips on yours.

„Yoongi, are you ba- oh.“ Jae stopped at the door looking between you and Yoongi. His face lit up when he saw you sitting on their couch.

„Hey, Y/N! How are you?“

You both had a small conversation that made you feel a little awkward and he excused himself to rush back to his room to get you something. Yoongi and you exchanged a confused look and Jae walked back in with a familiar-looking piece of clothing in his hands.

„You forgot this last time you were here for dinner.“ He said smiling softly down at you as you thanked him taking the hoodie out of his hands.

„What perfume do you use by the way? It smells just like lavender.“

You immediately froze at the mention of your favorite scent and you looked up at Jae in shock. His eyes were calm yet curious as he waited for an answer but you suddenly forgot how to speak. Your mouth turned dry as a desert and your mind was racing with a million thoughts.

You felt Yoongi‘s hand on your thigh and turned to look at him but you just wanted to be left alone. You got up from the couch not even daring to look into Jae‘s eyes and excused yourself.

„I think I should go now.“

You practically stormed out of their house ignoring the concerned and disappointed look on Yoongi‘s face before you said goodbye.

You would never set a foot into that house again.

A/N: I‘m back!! It‘s been a stressful week and I don‘t think it‘s getting any less stressful but I missed updating and it was worth losing my sleep for it😅👍🏽 sooo what do you think of this story so far?

Will you ever go back to Yoongi‘s house or not?

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agent-hood · 6 years

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Another Wednesday Night

@agent-nova

“Cheers.” Ivar nodded to Charlie, clinking his glass against the other man’s. Parker was assisting Ellie with some research, which left both men in the lurch. So a night at the pub it was.

They had been drinking in companionable silence for a few rounds before Charlie started grumbling about Ellie being gone. Fueled by alcohol and missing Parker in equal measure, Ivar joined in and the conversation avalanched from there.

“I’s jus’,” He slurred, trying to find the right words to make Charlie get it. “I hate her overworkin’ herself an’ bein’ gon’ f’r two days time, bu’ then she comes ba’ an’ ahm sooo happy t’ see her an’ she smells so good~!”

“No no,” Charlie butted in, shaking his head in agreement. “I totally get it. Like Ellie, she’ll come out of a work-binge and her hairs all messy and I just want to bury myself in it, but I don’t want her to be gone that long. I want to be the reason her hairs all mussed and sexy.”

“An’ y’r girl’s so smar’, i’s nae like w’ can jus’ keep them from work.”

“And Parker is so stubborn and work-driven I wouldn’t want to see what would happen if we tried. Every time I forget to turn in a field report she gets this look in her eye and I feel this fear deep in my bones.”

“What y’ call ‘fear’ I say is re’assurin’. She suffers no fools an’ will drag ye kickin’ an’ screamin’ til y’r at y’r best. She can be ‘intense’ bu’ tha’s jus shows how much she cares.”

“Well you’re a brave man for courting that particular storm. I legitimately doubt anyone else could handle her.”

“Maybe so, bu’ you an’ Ellie are much th’ same. A lesser man would nae be able to handle h’r habits an’ no other woman could’ve turned y’ to less of a tosser.” With that he gave a playful shove to the other man’s shoulder. Which was returned in kind at full force.

This led to more shoving and rough-housing(“Turn off your legs to make it fair!”), and more drinking, which culminated with the two men clinging to each other as the room spun and pulled them into an intoxicated slumber.

“...I don’t know who needs a shower more; us or them.” Parker joked to Ellie when they found them at the bar only a few hours later.

“You can do what you want- I’m going to crash as soon as I see my bed and I need my pillow to do so.” She grunted, attempting to heft Charlie into an upright position. Parker whistled for Hampton, who promptly arrived and began to assist Ellie by carrying Charlie on their way.

“Do this again?” Parker asked, getting Ivar into a more comfortable position on her back.

“Wednesday. I’ll need some help collating data from a jump.”

“See you Wednesday.”

#agent hood #technical officer rook #agent zenith #agent nova

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iadoreyourears · 5 years

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Sunday Currently | Vol. 2

For a change, I decided to study here in my favourite Dunkin Donut branch at Robinsons STC.. I normally hangout here with Miggy almost everyday after his class-- at one point he got himself so obssessed with chocobutternut. Yes!!! to the point of eating it everyday BUT I'm sooo happy he has moved on to a different donut flavor---the Strawberry classic donut, he's obssessing with it rn. Maypa si miggy naka move on hahahaha. Anyways, here's my 2nd entry for the Sunday...

Currently...

Reading

Corey's Student Manual for Theory and Practice of Counseling and Psychotherapy, Remember i had a presentation last Thursday; Well it turned out a disaster for me wherein i really felt that I was the dumbest masteral student in the class (WOW OA!) Yeaaah, i realized that i might as well really take serious effort now with my study. I want to really graduate next year. Go shey! Wait, i don't want to just graduate, I want to do something fruitful with the masteral experience. Leggo!

Writing

down some notes for Gestalt therapy and because of the Thursday experience, I decided that i want to master the Gestalt therapy. I want to be the best Gestalt therapist, yep that's the goal! Secret goal. Shhhhhhh.

Listening

to Without you by AJ Rafael. Naka on loop sa akong playlist. I first heard this at the HGM Office, added to my fav song since then.. I'm such a lyrical person--- "i can't explain this feeling that I'm feeling" really hits me everytime. ehheeh.

Thinking

how messed up my next week's budget. I will go to Mati pa. Myghad! Can i pusta in the lotto. Lol

Smelling

my brewed coffee. Ga dextrose (sakto ba sa spelling gahd!) na ata kog kape. I kenat imagine how masteral thesis would be like and the upcoming board exam for RPsy.

Wishing

for a miracle in my ATM Account. Hahahahahahah. I'm still rooting for genuine peace in my heart. No more regrets and pains. It's gonna get better, you'll see.

Hoping

to meet someone with a genuine intention and brave to love me unconditionally. Charot.

Wearing

my fav zipped short, green climb shirt, and white shoes.

Loving

no one. hahahaha. I'm not in love with someone anymore. New love!

Wanting

to read and study more. Sleep also ata.

Needing

someone to talk to everyday and money, myghaaaaaaasssssddd.

Feeling

normal? hahahah Better like i said to my first entry. I feel better every week. It's like i could see much progress than before. I think, taking off from social media really helped me a lot. It took so much of me but ofcourse i would want still to go back, hopefully a stronger and responsible social media user. Naksss!

There, there.. pretty much that's it. I'm looking forward to my travel next week. 3rd entry of my sunday lately will be about it, i guess. We'll see. Happy September 1st! Pasko nasad! hahahahah. Stay hydrated and dry (it's raining heavily here).

love,

shey

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voxfhantasma · 7 years

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first of all, what?

RULES: ANSWER THE 20 QUESTIONS AND TAG 20 PEOPLE WHO YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

Tagged by @tianyiii

this should be interesting xD

Name: I have many names lololol (actually just two: the english and the chinese one) //ididn’ttakeurjoketiff Nickname: Ange [its like how you say Ange for the name “Angelina”] / for some reason, my seventh grade drafting teacher called me “Angie”--I was triggered. / Ca [kah] *don’t ask* Zodiac sign: Aries Height: 155 cm Orientation: tbh I am quite confused about my sexuality rn soooo I can’t really say. Nationality: A Filipino citizen, with half-Chinese blood. Fav fruit: Tomatoes, Grapes, Apples (nO GRANNY SMITHS PLS), Blueberries, WATERMELONS--I LOVE WATERMELONS (get your head out of the damn gutter, perv.) Fav season: Rainy seasons, because I love the sound of raindrops falling down to our roof and gently sliding down to meet the earth (and the phils has only two seasons one is the dry season and the other being rainy season lololololol)*edit: and the sweet sound of no classes but also feeling bad bc there are people suffering bc of heavy rain okay im being eaten by guilt* Fav flower: Lilies, I like lilies--also peach blossoms, and bougainvilleas Fav scent: Clothes fresh out of the laundry--who doesn’t love that smell (or alternatively, mint and lemon together, I think it’s perfect.) Fav colour: black, white, navy blue and some pastel pink or mint green. But I love gray the most *my bby* Fav animal: tbh idk but im really fond of cats/dogs or any other species under the canine or feline category :D Coffee, tea or hot cocoa?: Any of the three, as long as the coffee has a teaspoon of sugar, the tea isn’t too “tasteless” and the hot cocoa isn’t too sweet (e.g dark chocolate) Average hours of sleep: it goes around six-ten hours depends on the day. *funfact: least amount of sleep I had is at least three hours long*

okay this gets really long from here, under the cut nalang?

Fav fictional characters: *i’ll probs give a reason//sidecomments// why they are my fave charas sooo lets go*

Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs): she’s cool I want her to be my doctor lol (joke lang ano ba kayo)

Jughead Jones III (Riverdale): hOW CAN I NOT???? HE IS JUST SO--SO FINE?????

Veronica Lodge (Riverdale): she’s hot, okay?

Nicolas Brown (GANGSTA): I think he is the most precious thing in the fandom, maybe even more precious than Nina.

Nishimiya Shoko (Koe no Katachi): I really don’t understand my attachment to deaf characters.

Yukine (Noragami): I don’t know if you can tell by the username, but I like the kid, he’s kewl.

Mirai Kuriyama (Kyoukai no Kanata/ Beyond the Boundary): again, if you can’t tell by the username. I just really think her blood manipulation powers are LEGIT, and she’s adorable.

Audrey Field (Sad Girls by Lang Leav): my brand new obsession, Lang Leav. I love how Audrey and *bleep* just *bleeeeeep for people who haven’t read sad girls* *haven’t finished it but im half way through!*

Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs): after Dazai, there was him. Despite his man-baby attitude and his fucking cuteness. He’s 27(or 26???) and he’s smart (putik bakit hindi globe *badjokeisbad*) and he is *buries face in hands* perfect with those green eyes of his ///

Lyra, Shon and Ian (Siren’s Lament): this is one cute triangle.

ALL THE BSD CHARACTERS: KASI ANG GANDA NILA AT ALL OF THEM ARE SO INTERESTING~~~~~~~~~

Ayano Tateyama (KagePro): too good for the world *drops mic*

Takane Enomoto “Ene” (KagePro): pls go to my phone im lonely

Isla (PlaMemo): why????did???you???have????to???go???

Todoroki Shouto (Boku no Hero Academia): haven’t caught up with the manga soo lets see how is he now lolololol

*goes on with the rant of endless fave character*

Number of blankets you sleep with: 0 to 2 you’ll always need another one Dream trip: aaaaaaah i wanna go to japan or to the US aaaaaaah Blog created: April 2015

hey @meowkeys if you have time tho :D @alice-senpao and yOU @yukikazedoodle yOU TWO BETTER DO THIS no pressure tho *smiles* and anyone--ANYONE-- is free to do this soooooo

#ooh #i swear you two should do this #wtf am i doing #edit: ;;;;;;;

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creativeashproductions · 8 years

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White Knight // Stiles

Summary: The reader has an encounter with someone that made you scared, anxious and dirty since the day you first saw him. You’re haunted by the memories and the guilt of not telling Stiles but what happens when in daylight that man comes back? With the discovery of the event by Stiles and Scott how will the situation go?

Characters: Stiles x Reader, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall

Words: 1958

Disclaimer: We do not own Teen Wolf or the characters that appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, mention of rape (not detailed), angry Sheriff, angst, and fluff

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Requested: Yes by anon.

Tagging: At the end. Ask to be added or removed from any lists.

A/N: We both decided we weren’t able to do this request justice alone due to the graphic content of rape. We both agree to write it together and make is so the rape was in the past and not detailed at all. PLEASE REQUEST FOR FICS

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*Four Years Ago*

The night was colder than usual for the end of summer time. It was the last night before Freshmen year started and you were terrified. It was the first year of high school and you were walking from one of your friends houses, it was Beacon Hills. The crime rate was low so you were trusted to walk the short distance home.

You stopped looking back feeling the hairs on your skin stand up. You shook it off before continuing the distance home. You were humming trying to keep your mind occupied when you felt that eerie feeling again. You turned seeing a shadow moving but you once more brushed it off.

You sighed before taking five steps before a hand grabbed your arm. You screamed as you were yanked in the dinghy behind of a store. The man was tall, average looking with a nasty gleam in his eye.

The man leaned down to you and chuckled. You expected to smell the disgusting odor of alcohol but all you got was a smell of cool mint. You whimpered when his hand wandered further down and you knew exactly what was going to happen. You were paralyzed with terror and unable to even scream for a second before it finally hit you.

“We’re going to have so much fun together.” The man laughed.

You gasped sitting up from the nightmare, more like memory from four years ago. You sobbed feeling his dirty hands on your body still. You felt the need to jump into the shower and scrub every part of you but it never could get away, it was at the back of your mind every day.

You had started to move past that night but it was hard, so hard you refused to walk alone at night. You refused to not lock all the windows and doors because you felt like that man could come back at any moment. You knew it was irrational seeing as your attacker probably didn’t remember you at all.

You were embarrassed by it that only your parents knew about it while your friends and boyfriend were in the dark. The one person you felt guilty about not telling was Stiles, you two had been friends from Freshmen year until the end of junior year when you two started to date. Now it was the end of senior year and you two were serious. You two were going to the same city and living together because you saw a future in each other.

You knew at some point you would have to tell Stiles about that awful night. You weren’t sure if you were more worried about his reaction or actually having to say what happened out loud. You took a deep breath running your fingers through your hair as you scurried out of bed to get on with the day.

Today was going to be a normal day, running errands and enjoying your summer off before college started in the fall. You had plans to go over to Stiles and look at apartments before the pack meet tonight. The pack had become like your own little family. They made you feel safe and secure.

You hopped in the shower, jamming along to whatever song played next on your favorite station. You got dressed and headed downstairs to make the all too familiar walk to Stiles house. You had your headphones in and were bopping along to the music, casually taking in the beautiful Summer weather of California when you saw him. You froze. Suddenly, you were that scared, fragile girl from four years ago.

You felt your stomach twist into knots and become increasingly sick at the sight. You could still smell the awful stench of the sickeningly sweet peppermint he had in his mouth that night. You tried to look away, run, scream, magically poof into the air so he wouldn’t notice you. There was no way he would remember you, right?

After what seemed like an eternity you finally felt your legs regain some movement and slowly start making their way on your pre-determined course. You shook your head trying to get the image of him and that night out of your head. You could someone watching you, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as if someone was following behind you.

It was deja vu and you didn’t have to turn around to know exactly who it was either, you also knew would try and get you in daylight. You weren’t that far from the Stilinski household so you felt a little more safe than normal. You bit your lip speeding up but you could feel the distance becoming shorter.

“Hey! We should catch up!” The man grinned, you could hear that grin in his voice, and you whimpered.

You pretended you weren’t able to hear him and in fact you turned your music off but not removing the buds from your ears. You had an advantage that way. Well if he was anyone other than your attacker you could have kicked his ass thanks to the self defense courses you went to. Not to mention the extra lessons from the Argents and Derek.

“Hey slow down!” He exclaimed. His fingers brushed your bare shoulder before you did the one thing you didn’t do that fateful night.

“HELP!” You screamed. It seemed like it was just in time too because you were very close to the Stilinski household.

“Hey! Be quiet.” The man hissed.

“STILES! SCOTT!” You screamed, one that nearly rivaled Lydia’s scream, feeling your body shake and the tears begin to fall.

You turned around telling yourself to find your inner Allison Argent strength, you refused to go through this path again. The man smiled even more thinking you were giving in but you weren’t. You were just raising your leg to kick him in his dick when arms pushed you back and someone was blocking your view.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Your eyes widened at the ferocious voice that belonged to Stiles. He seemed almost like he was the Nogitsune again.

“Who the hell are you? All I want is another night with her.”

“Stiles. Back off.” The matching anger in Sheriff Stilinski’s voice sounded. You looked to the side where the Sheriff’s car was idling with the driver door opened.

You had managed to get lucky enough to not only be close to their house but that Sheriff Stilinski was just getting home from a late night shift. You whimpered as Stiles stepped back pulling you into his arms with a nasty glare pointed at the man.

“I ain’t doing anything wrong.”

“Oh son, you are.” Sheriff said, “You see that house there? The one with the blue paint and deep brown shutters? That happens to be the Y/L/N house, where you are not to be within sixty feet of their house. You happen to be fifty-eight feet from it.”

“Restraining order?” You mumbled.

“We weren’t able to find you, you sick son of a bitch.” Sheriff glared, “You wouldn’t believe how happy I am to see you in front of me. Why? You hurt my son’s girlfriend, the girl I consider my daughter.”

“What are you going to arrest me?”

“Yes. You’re under arrest of the violation of the restraining order put upon you by Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N and for sexual harassment.”

“Come on guys.” You turned to see another angry male standing there with eyes he had closed. Scott had let the anger change him.

You made your way over to the other man you considered a brother as you took a deep shaky breath. You felt Stiles and Scott wrap you into a hug as you tried to fight off tears. You never thought you’d be so happy to hear the clink of metal as Sheriff wrapped his handcuffs around the wrist of the man who stole something so pure from you.

“I’m going to find you again, you bitch.” You heard the man mumble as Scott turned around and clocked him square in the jaw.

“Gotta be more careful son, don’t want to trip and fall” was all Stilinski said as he placed the dirtbag inside his car.

“Dammit Scott, I’m the boyfriend I should be the one who gets to punch the asshole.” Stiles said flailing one hand around trying to make a point.

“Couldn’t help it. Brother instinct,” Scott said shrugging his shoulders.

“(Y/N) one sec please.” Sheriff said as you turned from both the boys and made your way over to him. He opened his arms and hugged you tight.

“You can finally breath, you’re safe and he’s never getting out. I promise. Just tell Stiles. He loves you, he’ll understand.” he said softly as he kissed your forehead. You nodded as you hugged him tightly before whispering a mumbled “Thank you.”

I guess it wasn’t just your parents that knew about it. Sheriff had known all along and pretended to not know for you. Maybe that’s why when he saw you before and after you left he hugged you tight. He wanted you to know he cared for you and would be there for you. It made you love the man even more.

The walk to the living room of the Stilinski household was silent and a little awkward feeling. You weren’t looking forward to telling both of them but Scott saw that scene. Plus good guy Scott had punched someone and he deserved to know why he had punched him.

“Sooo…” Stiles trailed off trying to find a way to ask and not be ignorant.

“Four years ago.” You mumbled, “He...uh...he raped me four years ago.”

“What?!” Stiles screamed, “Scott you should have punched him! You should have ripped his throat out with your teeth! No, I should have grabbed my ba-”

“Stiles!” You exclaimed earning his attention, “Let me finish. That’s why I was acting off that first day of freshmen year. That’s why I never walk alone at night or alone for a long length of time. He took my innocence that night, that’s why I tensed up the first time we made-out. I felt dirty and unworthy of you-”

“I love you. You will never be unworthy of my love. Never.” Stiles sternly said, “Do I wish you had told me sooner? Yes but I’m not mad because I knew you would have told me on your own time.”

“I’ll always protect you.” Scott said squeezing the hand you didn’t know he had grabbed, “You’re my little sister.”

“That’s why you had those classes and the frequent hang outs with Allison.” Stiles put together.

“She didn’t know...well actually I think she knew by how I asked her to teach me. I hesitated explaining I didn’t want to get in danger.”

“I’m better but even four years later I struggle sometimes.” You mumbled, “I’m sorry I’m not the girlfriend you d-”

“Stop.” Stiles said, “I love you. I will marry you in the future, we will have children. Those children will be taught to respect others and our daughter will have a kickass family to learn fighting skills.”

“You w-”

“What did you think I meant about our future. Did you think I just mean the days until the weekend?” Stiles teased you.

“I...I...I can’t wait to have that life with you.” You whispered.

For the first time in four years you felt safe, loved, and light. You knew you could get through anything with the pack by your side and your boyfriend. Also helped that your future father-in-law was a member of the police force.

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