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WOUNDS FOR ME TO HEAL

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᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ content warnings body image, talks about insecurities, mentions of past traumas, angst, ooc geto and gojo. i wrote this at five am and i still have not sleep yet.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ notes i'm sorry for the lack of update on this series. I've kind of lost interest in this one since i'm no good in plotting and writing multiple chaps. you can read from how it have gotten boring starting from the previous chapters. i apologize now for the confusion of the plot.

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to break from the past you desperately want to forget, facing them is the only choice you have left to move forward and is forgiveness is easy to be given as it was forgetting.

your fingers reach for the switch. flipping it and the light turns on, illuminating the bathroom where you spent your days staring at the large mirror by the sink. back in the days you avoided mirrors finding your reflection repulsive added by the torture where they forced you to touched yourself. confidence isn't the only qualities you wished you have and maybe thing weren't be this bad. a constant battle to yourself where you always lose.

grabbing the collar of your coat, you slowly removed it, followed by stripping out of your blouse and then your pants until you were left in your undergarments. there in the mirror stood you.

your reflection clear as the daylight and you can see every imperfections that you hated. the words came echoing how the strangers surrounded you holds such sharp tongues about your body when they didn't live on it. the venom in the words stinging your skin like it was a sin to grew with a body you have.

you scan your body with every flaw you can see starting from your face. round and the baby fat since you were born didn't dissolve as you grew up. the cheeks remains the same. you slightly cringe at the pain surfacing. this is where gojo have pinched your cheeks so bad that they started to bruise. he pays no attention to your eyes swelling with tears, too indulged in the feeling of the softness of your cheeks that he can't believe that they were that squishy and the many times where they would grasp it when they force to look in the eyes. geto is cruel when he comes to cup your cheeks in his hands and your jaw also.

then your eyes. the eyes you own where it cried tears. there's nothing bad about them. it just it have seen the hundreds of event in where they defiled you. the degrading actions you have done out of their expenses and you hear nanami's words. “they're kind. the gentlest of eyes i have seen in a person. never to cloud with wrath and kindness is the only thing you could ever see.” you remember him saying that to you. one night when you're in the brink of losing yourself and you lost the hope to move forward. you find his own eyes staring back at you. honey is the color of them and when you look farther it's brown and then this close it's a different shade of color. a sugar caramelizing in a hot pan and the thought of nanami's eyes brought you peace.

you see your lips curving into a smile in the reflection but it turns into a thin line when your eyes move to look at your flabby arms. the slightest of movement and just holding of it moves. you remember a joke to one of your skinny classmates that it is almost the size of their legs while it's true, you thought that they should have never pointed it out since you already knew it and it's not like within seconds it would disappear.

it was with you in a different time of the span of your life and then the biggest insecurity that comes into view is your stomach. it was round with the pooch almost drooping down but it is still big that pokes in tight shirts and where you find him lying down. your palms touch the squishy flesh. you grabbed a handful of it before letting it go. watching it jiggle and you look at it weird. it once carried life and after scrutinizing yourself from head to toe. you never changed and only gained the weight. you laugh at yourself like you heard something stupid. you tried to lost the weight but it's something that won't leave you and you accepted it. long ago where you've decided you want to be a better version for yourself and for the people that surrounds you, especially the two who have been your light.

after your little session with yourself, you made it a habit to do so. to remind what needed to be done and you won't be blinded again by such pretentious acts. part of you wanted to fight but you were weak and you cannot be weak when you want to fight. you set aside the thoughts for tonight, what happened earlier scared you. meeting him early wasn't intended but you did and it scares you. what if you suddenly revert back to the old helpless you. your body can betray you at such times and you needed a mind to remind and you scoff. you act like the wounds and how they scarred you didn't turned your flight or fight mode. there are things that much needed your attention and you're only starting to wrap things up.

after a quick bite, you quickly made your way to your work cubicle. paperwork's are starting to pile and you don't want to be buried underneath by it and you start except there was a huge bouquet of flowers sitting in your desk. an arrangement of deep purple hyacinths and daffodils. there's no note about it but you knew where this is coming from. without a second thought you grabbed the flower arrangement that cost more than what its worth and dunked it into your trash can. you didn't need it. it's a distraction and flowers won't make you forget and forgive. it would cost more than that.

sighing, you rubbed a sore spot in your temple. taking a big breath and exhaling. you settled in your chair. punching the keyboard with the documents needing to be submitted in the later day. glancing at the already wilting flowers rotting in your trash. this isn't going to be easier. they're already moving and sooner or later you're going to meet them. your fears already coming back and you clenched your fists. crumpling the paper you hold.

“satoru~”

a flirtatious voice coming from his fiancee who is seated on his lap. poking him with her acrylic nail in his cheek to get his attention. “you're not spending time with me anymore.” her voice sad and the gloss in her lips sticks upon pouting. gojo almost rolls his eyes but for appearances and to satiate his fiancee's attention from him, he plays along. “sayuri, i am. why are you in my lap then?” he bites his tongue from making it sound sarcastic but his fiancee was oblivious to it and continues her childish whims to to him.

“because i missed you and i want your attention.” her hands creeping up on his thigh and satoru winces from it. he hold her wrist. “laters, baby. i'm expecting company.” he interrupts her advances and it made her annoyed.

“with who?” she asks. batting those eyelashes that made her look like a stupid bitch. “suguru.” her eyes brightened like she received a good news. “then he won't mind.” she says. trying to convince him of staying but gojo isn't convinced in the slightest. sayuri's been desperately clinging to him since college and hasn't left his side ever she knows that they were about to be engaged and now engaged, she's been worst.

“private matters between us and it's not your business.” he doesn't look at her and his sight stays glued to his phone. sayuri smiles at him before kissing his cheeks and then getting up on his lap much to her dismay. she began to slowly walk away and part of her hopes he would call her and ask her to stay. say he don't mind and suguru could go fuck himself if he don't want her staying him but it was a far cry from what she hoped. deep down, she's always second to the bitch that got the best friends head over heels even if they won't show it, especially satoru but what about it, the fat bitch's probably dead and she's the winner. satoru belongs to her and later suguru would be next. the heels click against the cold floors and that's the only thing she hears as she walked away from her fiancé's office and with her thoughts.

his eyes search for something, specifically someone. the one who had been haunting him since that accident. your disappearance were a blow to him and he longs to see you again even a glimpse of you is enough to know you were alive and within in his grasp.

he spots you taking a phone call, papers in your hand as you diligently arranged them while being in a call and it was enough for him. a small smile etched in his face. while in the elevator ride, you didn't change after that. still plump and you look like you've gained more and his hands itched to touch you. feel your body move and hear your voice.

despite busy schedules he took time to meet satoru who was equally busy as him. he's building his own firm with the influence he have it won't take long before it's established and he already have people following him and he was earning from it.

the elevator dings, stepping out. he barely glanced at satoru's secretary. what's the reason to check up on his secretary when he usually frequents the building and is a long time friends with the ceo.

upon entering, he finds satoru in deep thought. “yo, satoru.” he casually calls him and satoru perks up at the sound of his voice. they settled in one of the couches except for where he's seated as the ceo.

“is there a progress, satoru?” he began. since you were in gojo's turf working under him, he let gojo shoot his shot at you and from the looks of it, the answer is disappointing and when this kind of dilemma occurs. patience isn't what satoru's next move. it would be brash and that will definitely spook you for good. suguru chuckles at satoru's silence before sipping from his cup or tea he brewed.

“flowers won't win her, satoru and certainly not those gifts you've been dumping on her desk. bet she'd thrown that out. she's not you fiancee.”

gojo groans at the thing where his fiancee is brought up and the failed attempts of wooing you anonymously. you know it was him but choose to ignore it without hesitation of dumping his gifts and not even showing the faintest of appreciation.

“and what do you propose, suguru?”

they both exchanges gazes and they know what the answer is. they have to meet you, personally.

it's been a year since you've started working here for the company and your supervisor have taken a liking to you. you were more like of her assistant than the other and you kinda felt bad about it since you're eclipsing her job but the other's fine with it means she could slack and you can even workloads now with the same pay check. you didn't complain though and with your supervisor being this attentive you might get the recommendation you needed to rise and it would be a good reference for when you're about to switch jobs.

currently, you were busy preparing the files that were needed for a meeting. the client decided they would like to meet up in a private restaurant. it wasn't a first to you since you've dealt previous appointments similar to this and besides your supervisor was going to be there or is she?

apparently, she have to cancel and let you handle this one since she trusts you she says before running to the upper floor to get her other duties. it was last minute that's why she have to let you go alone and you accepted it without hesitation cause you were just getting over proposals. get them to sign and you're done. it's courtesy to transact faster.

a high-end restaurant is where they have decided and you weren't surprised by it. half of the work force who have the same job as yours and exclusive clients choose to use restaurants like this as a meeting place.

upon arrival, you greeted the host and told the name of the client.

“hi, i have the reservation under mr. kobayashi for three pm.” you politely inform him and the host nods before ushering you to a private room. “mr. kobayashi informed us that he will be running late and you have to wait here.” the host told you and you nod. understanding the situation and this happens occasionally. you thanked him before seating in one of the chairs. you didn't bother to notice the arrangements since your supervisor isn't available at the moment. thus, you began to review the files you were about to show mr. kobayashi.

the doors open and that takes your attention from the files you were checking. your head low and when you raised your head. standing up to greet mr. kobayashi. the words for stuck before you can utter his name.

it wasn't mr. kobayashi, a balding man, whose in his fifties in a suit is what you expected instead it was two of them who have entered. a matching suit and tie but it differs in color. a navy colored suit is what gojo wear and a coal black suit for geto.

“stay where you are, (y/n). we have things to discuss.” suguru started and your legs felt weak. your heart beating rapidly and your hands starts to feel clammy. you want to throw up and just like that, it looks like you were teleported back in that cold room where you lay naked without a voice to speak and the strength to fight back.

after ordering the waiter to come back for a another hour, you feel trapped again with no means of escape. they can easily hold you down and worse, do it again. you have never felt this fear so you distract yourself from taking a sip of water.

they both sat down in their chairs beside you. not too far, not too close but it doesn't ease your nerves. you placed your hand in your thigh, your leg hasn't stopped shaking. a tick that developed, being triggered when you are put in a stress.

satoru places his hand in your shoulder. “don't touch me.” you muster the courage to speak up and he was quick to retract his hand back to its place. a touchy asshole who can't live without any physical contact. he was visibly annoyed and suguru shoots him a look.

“we won't do anything to you, (y/n). we just want answers.” suguru assures you. you take a brief look at him and you take a deep breath.

“answers for what? i'm not obligated to answer the questions you want to ask.” you swallowed thickly. you should have done it a long time ago. talk like this but you would get a spanking for it.

satoru rolls his eyes. you were this feisty since college and he's getting the full brunt of it right now. he's not the same anymore he would tell himself but sometimes he still is. “what happened to you that night?” is the first question he asked you. they know what happened to you that night but it would ease them if the answer comes from you.

you raised a brow at him. tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. you didn't have much memory of it except for when you woke up at a hospital with nanami and haibara at your side.

“i don't know. i just woke up in a hospital. doctors saying i was in coma for two days. might as well be dead.” you say without hesitation and you just want to leave this room.

their expressions is what you cannot make. disbelief? confusion? guilt? you laughed at the last part since when these two felt guilt about what happened to you. they certainly didn't feel guilty when you were crying your eyes out begging them to stop.

“why come working at my company, (y/n)-chan?” gojo was the next to ask you and you want nothing than to wipe that look on his face.

“don't you call me (y/n)-chan. i am not your (y/n)-chan. i needed a job. isn't it that obvious.” you want to scoff at him and you didn't dare make eye contact to the both of them.

“you transferred hospitals and never came back. w—”

“why i didn't came back?” you interrupted geto. oh boy, you were starting to spit venom. “so what? you can fuck me all over again?”

gojo was about to open his mouth again but you beat him to it. “it's not what it is? you didn't mean it? what? you two are changed people now? stop with the excuses and please i want to be excused in this farce of a meeting.”

“you're not resigning.” gojo warns you. “rest assured i'm not going to. i'm not planning to break my contract.” you tell him. your voice barely above a whisper. trying to keep your tears at bay.

“(y/n)...” suguru mutters. his hand holding your cheek and you close your eyes. his touch repulsed you but why does your body wanted to be held like this. he comes closer. “we can't change what we did to you but will you allow us to make it up to you?”

you opened your eyes and you met his own and it just reminded you of the misery and the torture they put you through. the same eyes who looks at you like you were trash is now somewhat holding warmth. you glance at gojo and he was also anticipating for your answer.

you inhaled and then exhaled. a stray tear rolling down in your cheek and it pains them to see you hurting from what they have done. they'll do anything in their power to make up for the pain they caused you. say the word and they'll do it. your forgiveness is what they wanted and maybe your affections too but they won't take that chance easily.

your eyes searched for the sincerity in their looks and mostly in their eyes and it was honestly true to their words and you hate yourself for what you are about to answer.

“i'll think about it.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 days

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End Game 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: hump day, wooooo.

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Strange how you never found comfort at home. Well, it never felt like one for you. You were always just a hanger-on. A burden.

As you enter your grandma's house, you can't help but exhale the tension you've been holding in. She's in her chair, reading, not a word at your arrival. You go into the kitchen, set on eating the frozen meal you lost your appetite for the other night.

You peel back the corner on the tray and shove it in the microwave. As you shut the door, you nearly wince at the unexpected figure in the doorway. You don't know if you're really surprised or if Andy has you jumpy. Both.

"Want some coffee?" You offer your grandmother, hoping to appease her. "Tea?"

She grumbles and waves you off, shuffling across the tile in her slippers. She crosses her arms and her lip sticks out, "nice of that man to come all the way down here like that."

You turn your attention back to the countdown and shrug, "yeah."

"He didn't need to just for all that. For you, did he?" She prompts. Her interest both irks and worries you. She never cared about anything. "And after losing his family."

"Right, yeah, it's tough," you twiddle your fingers at your side.

"Don't sound so heartbroken," she scoffs, "Christ, wasn't that boy you're friend?"

You face her as the microwave beeps, "grandma..." you can't tell her. If she even bothered to listen, she wouldn't believe you. She doesn't even know Andy and she's already taking his side. Typical. "Yeah, I'm sad. Guess I'm a bit in shock."

You turn back and take the too hot tray out, holding back a hiss at the singe in your fingertips. You spin and cross the kitchen to grab a fork. Your grandma huffs and putters after you.

"He sent them flowers," she says.

You stir the noodles and cheese, "he did."

"Fancy. Expensive."

You don't really get why she's still harping on. She didn't put so much mind to your prom or graduation or even when you got your job. Yet you can't be surprised where she's strayed; she's always been on you about money.

"Seems to me he's a bit lost," she says, "you're..." she weighs her words before she speaks, something she rarely does, "maybe he's tryna find some direction. He might... might wanna take care of ya."

"Huh?" You make a face and glance at her from the corner of you eye.

"Like, I dunno, I watch those talk shows, grief is something nasty. I would know," she goes on. You can't remember the last time you heard her talk so much. "He only got-- had the one kid. You're about the same age... maybe he's tryna, I dunno, replace what he lost."

You nearly laugh in her face. Really? This is what she cares about? You stare at her and furrow your nose. You could tell her. You could try. She's listening. For once.

"I don't think... it's not... I'm not his responsibility and I don't wanna be."

"You're barely your own responsibility," she sneers, "can't see a good thing in front of you."

"Grandma--"

"Well? Pretty sure there's more where those flowers came from," he tuts, "you got a few hard lessons to learn, girlie.

You look down at the macaroni. You're not hungry anymore. You grab the tray and walk away.

"Yeah, well, maybe you shoulda tried to teach me some, huh?" You toss over your shoulder and stomp out of the kitchen.

You go into your room and kick your door shut. How is he doing this? How is everyone, even a woman who hasn't lived in reality for twenty years, on his side?

You put the tray and fork down and go to the other side of the bed. You sit facing the window and drop your head into your hands. The only person you have is too far away. Besides, you don't want to drag her into this. Not any more than you already have.

🎮

For once, you’re anxious to get to work. You welcome the distraction from everything else; debt, grandma, and the biggest problem of all, the one you won’t even name. You stroll up to the ice cream booth as Luis stands outside the window, chatting to Jessie as she stands at her vigil inside. You frown. You don’t see the manager often. Only when he hired you.

“Ah, there she is,” Luis spots you and waves you over, “right on time.”

As he checks his watch you pull out your phone. You’re early, like always. His presence is more than a coincidence. You have this ripply feeling in your stomach. You black your phone and cross your arms, hiding it under your elbow.

“Hi, how’s everything going?” You ask as you approach the kiosk.

“Everything’s great,” Luis smirks, “sunshine’s out, customers too.”

You glance around. The picnic tables are mostly full. It is the perfect weather for a scoop.

“Yeah, gonna be a busy shift,” you pander with a smile.

“Hey,” Luis wags his finger as if remembering something, “before you start, let’s have a chat.”

“Oh, alright,” you agree.

He waves you away from the window as more customers approach. You follow him to one of the tables. You wait for him to sit before you do the same. He looks around from behind his black lenses and tilts to reach into his back pocket. He slides out his phone and brings it forward to cradle in both hands.

“So uh, how are you liking it? The work?” He asks.

You’re uneasy. You stare at his cell then look him in the face.

“It’s good. Steady,” you answer as you keep your own phone in your lap.

“Mhmm,” he hums and once more glances around, “look, this is never easy but I got a complaint--”

You blink slowly. You’re not surprised. You figured it would happen. Still, you thought maybe Andy might be above that. Or anything at all.

“Obviously, I take these things seriously. This business is all about customer service, especially with the Dairy Queen down the block,” he explains, “but I do try to give the benefit of the doubt. I checked the cameras.” He pauses for effect as you shrink down, “you closed the window.”

You sigh and heave out a breath, “I did.”

“You know we don’t do that,” he reprimands.

“Sir, I know but... the customer... he wasn’t a customer. He’s... bothering me.”

He pokes his tongue into his cheek and scratches his neck, “oh? Didn’t look like that type. When I spoke to him, he didn’t even seem upset. He just asked me to check in, really, but it’s not his shop. He don’t gotta worry about the bottom line. I do.”

“It won’t happen again,” you wisp out.

“I know it won’t,” he says.

You sit, waiting for him to continue. He just stares at you. You shake your head. No.

“Sorry, I gotta let you go.”

“What? It’s my first complaint--”

“This is an ice cream shop, how many of those do you think we get? Not very hard to keep the people happy so if you’re getting unhappy customers, well, that’s all I need to know.”

“Please, Luis, I need this job--”

“Shouldn’t have closed the window. I’m sorry. That’s the one rule.’

“God, I--” you huff and snarl, “whatever. Fine.” You stand and untie your apron, “get your bottom line.”

You toss the apron on the table and swipe up your bag. You turn without waiting for another empty apology. Fuck. It’s shitty but hey, there’s always the DQ and now you have experience, right?

🎮

You fill out an application for the Dairy Queen and a few other places. Your job hunt has been chronic as it is. It’s only that your search for a second gig, is now back to square one. You have only your last check coming to you before you’re digging into your meagre savings; the money meant for tuition.

Your grandma is back to living in her novels. Good. You didn’t realise until before how much you preferred it.

As you close yourself in your room, your phone vibrates. You look down at the message. It’s him. He’s been messaging, still thinking he might talk you into it. He is a lawyer but this isn’t his court. This is your life.

How pathetic. A grown man meddling in the affairs of a nineteen-year-old. If you could let go of the catfishing, everything else has assured you of his character. You flop onto your bed and swipe away his texts.

You wallow there for a while. In self-pity, in futility, in listlessness. You don’t know what to do. Everything is at a standstill. You have no job, you don’t know if you can pay for next semester, let alone the year, and you’re stuck in this deadbeat town.

You put on a video to try to drown out the incessant anxiety. Today, you’re just going to let yourself sink. You can deal with everything tomorrow. You close your eyes and yawn, drifting into a haze that makes your head fuzzy.

You’re roused by another vibe of your phone. You ignore it. He’s not going to get an answer. He can keep skirting around your blocks but you’re not wasting your energy. You’ve told him enough times to leave you alone. He has to get bored eventually.

You roll over and bury your head in the pillow. You hear your grandma clunking around in the kitchen. You hate this place. You hate your life. The more you think about it, you can’t deny how horrible it really is, especially in the shadow of your dwindling future.

What did you do to deserve this? You’re a good person. At least, you’ve always tried to be. It feels like a lot of karma for that Twizzler you stole when you were eight.

Your grandmother keeps up the racket and your phone keeps on buzzing. You flip over and sit up. You snatch up the phone and stop yourself from flicking your thumb sideways. It isn’t him. It’s Kara. You never did call her back.

You answer and put her on speaker, “hey, sup?”

“Hey,” her voice is shaky, “uh, I don’t know.”

“What?” You sit up straighter, “is everything--” your voice trails off as you listen to the commotion on her end; chatter you can’t make out, movement obscured through the speaker, “what do you mean you don’t know?”

“The cops are here,” she murmurs, “I don’t know. They just showed up. Said they got a call from the landlord or something. Cause it’s the property owner, they can just come in or whatever. I don’t know, I don’t know...” Her voice quivers with panic, “me and Calvin were just hanging out...”

“That’s... why would they--”

“Shoot, I think...” she lowers her voice, “they must’ve found his stash. Shit, shit.”

“Kara?” Your heart races as you try to keep track of what’s going.

“Miss, can you please hang up the call? We need to question you,” a deep voice interjects.

“One second, I’m just on the phone with--”

“Miss, hang up or you’ll be charged with obstruction.”

The line cuts and you gape at your phone. What the hell? You try to dial back, the call rolls through but doesn’t pick up. You try again and again. You get out of bed and pace, texting Kara helplessly. Shit, shit! How is this happening? Over what? A tiny dime bag? Everyone smokes, not that you’re the biggest fan. Too smelly for you.

You put your hand to your forehead. What do you do? You can probably get a bus ticket. Even if you get to her, the bond is going to be way more than you can afford. You doubt you’ll even be able to scrape it together.

Do you call her parents? No, they’d kill her, then she’d kill you.

You shake as your legs turn to jello. You sit back down and close your eyes. Holy crap, this can’t be real.

Your phone vibrates. It doesn’t stop. You look down at the incoming call. Unknown Caller. You’re not stupid. You know it’s him and his timing assures you he had something to do with this. This isn’t a coincidence. Those don’t exist. If there was any sort of luck in this world, you would have found some by now.

“What?” You put the phone to your ear and snarl.

“I can help your friend,” he says.

You’re silent. You want to scream at him. You want to swear at him. You want to call him every nasty word you can. But this isn’t about you, not just you. You brought Kara into this mess, even if you never meant to. You won’t let her pay for your stupidity.

“Meet me at Oxford and Maris. There’s a restaurant--”

“Fine,” you snip and hang up.

You lower your phone and shudder. He won. Given his career, he must be used to that.

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I think I've started a new series... a... screenshot redraw series? Idk. Have them.

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Title: Roommates

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Created by: @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma and @getosugurusbangs

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BLLK ACTORS: Tabito Karasu, Kenyu Yukimiya and Eita Otoya. Special cameo: Hiori Yo and Hyoma Chigiri.

Genre: situation comedy

Number of seasons: 5 seasons.

Episode of each season: 24

First broadcast: June 19, 2024

Age rating: 12+

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>CF GIRLFRIEND, Tabito, Yukimiya, Otoya, Chigiri and Hiori are six friends from twenty years old who live in the city of Tokyo. Together they face the difficulties of age with humor: love affairs, work, family and their own coexistence.<

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Hostage Situation

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Salvatore!Reader

Word Count: 1970

Warnings: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Fluff. Cutesy shit that just goes with this whole series in general. Reminder that this is an AU human fic.

Author’s Note: The inspiration for this was from the post Daniel Gillies had done on Instagram for a convention that he was going to. Inspiration hit and I just needed to revisit the Sweet Family of Mine characters. Please note that while you do not have to read the others to get the full picture of this fic, there are details/references that make more sense if you've read them.

I do not and will not ever give permission for my fics to be copied and posted on other sites. Don’t do it. Don’t be that person that ruins it for me and everyone else.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. While likes are appreciated, reblogs are gold. Seriously, if you enjoyed this in the slightest, please reblog ♥

Sweet Family of Mine

Mikaelson Photography Studio was in its busy season. The summer months meant Y/N Mikaelson practically had a camera in her hand 24/7. It had been years since Y/N had taken that fateful step out of the shadows her father had casted upon the Salvatore children. And once she had, that small little business she created had now expanded to several locations throughout the state.

The sound of the camera shuttering several times filled the room before she gave instructions for a new pose with her current clients. An adjustment here and there had her grinning as she looked through the lenses, seeing the happy smiles on the newly engaged couple. And after several more clicks of the camera, she was one hundred percent positive she had gotten everything the couple had asked for.

“You guys can go ahead and relax.” She smiled as she began going through the images on the camera. “Is there anything else you would like to do before we end the session?”

It was something she always made sure to ask before she called the session completed. She wanted to make sure there was no stone unturned in what they wanted. In most cases, they couldn’t come up with anything else as Y/N usually hit every mark they asked for.

Her phone buzzed in her back pocket just as the couple had confirmed she had gotten everything they asked for and more. And with that, she began explaining her turnaround time for her process of editing and the promise of calling them as soon as they were ready.

Her phone went off twice more, before she finally pulled it out of her pocket to view the messages that were awaiting. It never failed that a grin would pull at her lips at seeing her husband’s name in the notification bar.

Y/N and Elijah had been happily married for close to twelve years. Their lives had become everything they ever wanted it to be and more. Their little family had expanded with the birth of their daughter, Evelyn, and four years later with their son Jayden.

Her eyebrow raised as she opened the text messages. The first message sent had been in all caps.

WE HAVE YOUR HUSBAND

It had been followed by:

BE SURE TO WATCH VIDEO FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS

Part of Y/N wanted to be afraid. Elijah was taking this week off to spend with the kids during their first week of summer break. Surely nothing serious must have happened since she had left earlier that morning. It wasn't until the thumbnail for the video had shown the edge of a nerf gun that the spike of fear had subsided instantly.

When she pressed play, she could hear Jayden laughing in the background before Elijah came into view with a blindfold over his head as he was forced into a chair, no doubt by Evelyn as she held back a chuckle. The nerf gun came into view against his head before she caught sight of Evelyn’s hand pulling away the blind fold. A piece of paper was forced in front of Elijah and Y/N knew it was a script written out.

A grin pulled at her lips as she continued to watch the video. She wondered who had been the mastermind between the three of them. Jayden was sure to go with any antics his sister could come up with. But to have Elijah be held hostage and held at gunpoint, she knew it had to have been either Elijah or Evelyn.

“My darling wife,” Elijah’s voice came over the phone speakers. “These heathens we call children hav-'' Jayden pushed the gun closer to Elijah causing him to stop. “Excuse me, these rather lovely and adorable children have grown tired of your absence. They believe I am your weakness and believe holding me hostage would bring you home sooner. Though part of me doesn’t believe that given you left without-”

“Dad…” Evelyn whined slightly as she peeked into the screen. “You’re supposed to stick to the script.”

“Oh right.” Elijah tried to keep the smile from forming on his face as he looked between his kids. “Their terms for my release include: One, you are to stop wherever you are on your work day and come home. Two, You are required to pick up the delivery that will be awaiting on our doorstep. And lastly, for the four of us to take a well deserved vacation. They’ve also written that we know this was your last client for the next few days and you cannot use an excuse. You have an hour to meet their demands. If you don’t…” His eyebrow raised as he looked over at Evelyn. “You’ve spent way too much time at your Uncle’s house.”

The sound of the nerf gun cocking back caused Elijah to look back at the screen. Y/N couldn’t stop the laugh that passed her lips as she waited for the end of that sentence. Elijah sighed. “If you don’t, I’ll be forced into a coffin and hidden where you’ll never be able to find me.” Both Jayden and Evelyn burst into a fit of laughter as Elijah feigned his fear. “I love you and I hope you consider saving me from these creatures whom I love dearly.”

The video ended a moment later and Y/N shook her head as she laughed. Her thumbs moved along the screen as she typed out her message and hit send.

I’ll be on my way shortly to save you, my love.

The response was almost instant.

Never doubted you for a second.

She couldn’t keep the small smirk from pulling at her lips as she typed her response.

And what do I get in return for saving you?

Whatever your heart desires.

And if my heart desires fangs?

I would gladly bring fangs on this trip and prove to you just how much I still know how to use them.

I’ll hold you to that.

When Y/N returned home within the timeframe of the ransom, she was greeted by her kids. Their arms wrapped around her tightly as if they hadn’t seen her in days when in reality it had been only a few hours. They talked over each other about how excited they were for the trip their dad had planned out for the four of them.

All Y/N could do was hold onto them and listen as they laughed and talked about how it had been Elijah’s idea to do the video. Evelyn explained her parts and Jayden filled in the rest. She laughed and hugged them tighter.

“That was one of the best ways to get me to come home from work.” She said to them as she gave them each a kiss on the cheek.

“I told you mom loves dad a lot.” Jayden said, smiling up at his sister.

“Now if it was you kids that were held hostage,” Y/N began. “I would have been home a whole lot faster.”

“I tried telling them that.” Elijah said as he stepped out of the house with several bags. He made his way towards the trunk of the car before dropping them in. “I believe they just wanted to rough me up without getting into trouble.” The kids laughed but didn't deny it.

After closing the trunk, Elijah made his way towards his family. Over the heads of their kids, he leaned in and kissed his wife. Jayden's mumbled ‘gross’ as he pulled his arms away from his mom made both him and Y/N laugh as Elijah pulled away from her.

“Why don't you two go get the rest of your things so we can get on the road.” As soon as the last words were said, both kids rushed off towards the house.

Y/N shook her head slightly, a smile pulled at her lips. Out of habit she reached out and took Elijah’s hand. “And where are we going? The ransom video left out that detail.”

He chuckled, bringing her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of her hand before bringing their hands down to their side. “The cabin. I was reminded that our last getaway had been over a year ago. Freya reminded me of how much we're workaholics when she stopped by earlier.”

A laugh came from Y/N. “In comparison to before the kids, I think we're doing okay.”

“We're more than okay.” He said as he brought his free hand up to run along her cheek. “Our lives are everything I've imagined it to be and more. Even for workaholics.” They both laughed at that.

“We're ready!” Jayden yelled out as he and Evelyn came out of the house with their bags.

Looking at the kids, they both couldn't help but smile at them. The two of them had been a perfect blend of their parents. While Evelyn had taken after her father, Jayden had Y/N’s eyes and hair color. Their own personalities are completely opposite from each other. But even then, the two were close.

“Can we stop at Uncle D's bar for burgers before we leave?” Evelyn asked as she walked over towards the car.

“Of course we can.” Elijah said with a nod of his head. “It's not a family trip if we don't stop there beforehand.”

It was a tradition that Evelyn herself started. Her relationship with Damon never changed as she grew. Damon was her favorite Uncle and there would be no changing that. No one could ever convince her to turn her back on Damon.

Any time they planned a trip out of town Evelyn insisted they stop to see her Uncle before they left. Over time, the burgers became a ‘Before we leave’ meal.

It wasn't long after that they were all loaded up into the car and headed out. Conversation filled the car as they talked about what they'd be doing once they got to the cabin. Some of the stress from work left them the further they drove from town.

And when silence came from the backseat, Y/N looked over to see both of them asleep. Her heart warmed at the sight before she looked over at Elijah. A small smile pulled at her lips.

Even after all this time, she always wondered what she had done to get the life she had. It was far from what one would consider perfect. But to Y/N, this little family of hers was as close to perfection. Who knew that teenager that used to sneak out to parties would be a woman with everything she ever wanted.

Elijah glanced over at her. When he saw her smile, his own grew. “What is it?”

“Did you ever think when we met we'd be where we are now?” She asked, her smile never leaving.

He chuckled. “Part of me knew from the moment I agreed to make sure you got home safely that night. But what I’ve imagined dims in comparison to the life we've created for ourselves. I would make a deal with the devil to ensure I would never lose what I'm so fortunate to have.” His hold on her hand tightened slightly as it rested in between them.

“You've always had a way with words.” She said, attempting to blink back the tears that threatened to form.

“I have a way with many things.” A smirk pulled at his lips.

She laughed and shook her head. There was no doubt about that. But she could never imagine a life without him. Nor could she imagine not having the family. Her heart was in that vehicle. And just as Elijah expressed, she'd gladly make a deal with the devil to keep this sweet family of hers intact.

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leather and lace | a joel miller x reader

Chapter Two: Danger and Dread

In which a ransom letter is found, and a transactional companionship begins to blossom. (chapter one)

series summary: an untamed cowboy and the sheriff's daughter. an outlaw and a goodie two shoes. a hardened piece of leather and a perfect cut of lace. at first glance, you and joel miller are polar opposites, yet somehow fate has managed to tangle you both up in the same spool of yarn.

“now here you go again, you say you want your freedom. well who am i to keep you down?”

warnings: violence typical to the wild west, unspecified age gap, enemies to lovers, a lot of bickering, metaphorical soulmate au, etc.

notes: this one is a little shorter than the previous chapter. i hope you all enjoy!!

You had never been out in the desert for so long before. Your feet ached, your skin felt cracked and dry- and as tough as you were, you seemed to be no match for the actual Wild West.

Your limits of both patience and survival were being pushed, while Joel remained unphased.

Joel glanced over his shoulder, snickering a bit beneath his breath at your heavy breaths of annoyance. “Told you this ain’t no place for a lady!” He chided, taking in your ragged appearance. Your hair was a tangled mess, eyes heavy with the bags of little to no sleep- it was a bit pathetic, if he was being honest, and for some reason it made his stomach twist into knots.

He didn’t like that.

“Shut up, old man.” You grumbled, holding tightly to the reigns of Fritz. He whinnied softly, and you reached down to pat his neck. “Fritz says he hates you.”

“Yeah, well I hate the bastard too.”

Fritz huffed through his pink nose, knocking his head up in defense. “Yeah, me too boy.” You muttered, shooting daggers at Joel’s broad back. “He says you’ve got a big ass nose and he can’t wait to shoot you.”

Joel raised his fist, flipping you off as he veered his own steed to the left.

Beyond the height of the mountains, you saw the sun slowly dipping behind their great peaks, the clouds soon blushing with the purple hue of the sunset. Shades of sienna and rose illuminated your face, and you saw the wonder of nature making her way through the atmosphere.

Joel stopped in front of you, waving you towards him. You both stood on the edge of a canyon, a lazy stream trickling down at the bottom. An old grizzly bear, tiny from the birds eye view you both held, lazily made her way alongside the water, two rowdy cubs trailing behind.

“Pretty, ain’t it?” He breathed out, dark eyes colored with the amber glow of the setting sun.

“Yes.” You whispered.

Closing your eyes, you heard the beauty of the world all around you, tunneling in through your ears with a perfect, other-worldly fervor. The gentle trickle of the stream, the sound of claws on dirt, the cry of an Eagle to your north, the gentle hush of the weakening cicadas- you were reminded of what it meant to be alive, of what it meant to be breathing.

The exhaustion of the day was washed from your skin, and the wonder of nature which surrounded you took its place. A newfound love for being out here, so far from the society you once knew intimately, was brewing within you.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Joel staring at you. Within his irises, an emotion stirred- an emotion you had no word for.

“You miss it?” He asked, slowly trotting towards a distant valley.

Fritz matched his pace, and you turned to glance at him. “Ruby Springs?” Joel nodded. “I miss the comfort. I miss my dresses, I miss my coffee and my tea cakes.”

“It gets easier.”

“Does it?”

Joel was quiet for the rest of the ride.

The crackle of the campfire was the only noise for miles once you had settled in to your camp. The lush valley was blissfully lonely, and as you read a book Joel had in his pack, he sat guard, eagle eyes piercing across the horizon.

“How old are you?” You asked, turning the page slowly. It had been creased over by the ghost of dog ears, a tell-tale sign that Joel had read over this book dozens of times over.

“What’s that got to do with anythin’?”

You shrugged, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. “Just wondering.”

“It ain’t important to what we’ve got goin’ on, so it doesn’t matter.”

“But I-”

“I don’t care if you’re curious. Now shut up.” He grumbled, eliciting an eye roll from you. Joel saw and glared at you momentarily, before turning back around to look upon the field.

A long beat of silence.

“You think my daddy has found that ransom letter yet?”

“You just can’t be quiet, can you?” Joel’s upper lip quivered with annoyance, and his eyes narrowed with annoyance once more.

“I’m just asking a damn question!”

“Well, I don’t like questions!”

“That’s not my problem. You can’t kidnap someone and then expect them to not ask questions. You fucking idiot.” You threw your arms up in annoyance, brows furrowed inquisitively as you stared the man down. You wouldn’t be surprised if steam started coming from his ears.

Joel took in a deep breath, his broad chest expanding with air, before opening his mouth to speak. A lie flew from his lips. “Considerin’ there are no dogs out for my scent yet, I’m not too sure he has.”

“You’re over estimating how much my papa likes me.”

“I never met a man who wouldn’t give the world to his daughter.” Joel’s voice was quiet, distant, and in his eyes swirled a sadness you had never seen before, a sadness that was completely foreign to you. You furrowed your eyebrows, and despite being so curious you could hardly sit still, you decided not to press the issue any further.

“You’ve never met mine.” You whispered, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“I have.” Joel admitted. “Long time ago.”

“Things must have turned sour if you came back to rob him.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, setting the book down and scooting closer to him. The corners of his mouth turned, and he nodded.

“That’s part of it, yeah.”

You remembered the stories you had heard of Joel, the ballads you had heard being sung of his adventures. The stories of how he defeated half the Army alongside the Apache down in New Mexico, how he watched Custard die with his own two eyes. How he had looked death in the eye time and time again, how he was the fast gunslinger in the whole west.

Joel was painted as a warrior, as a toughened man who was more fiction than fact. He was a legend, a ghost story men would tell their sons about before bed.

But as you sat beside him all Joel was, was a man. He sweat, he bled, he was quiet and observant. He liked coffee in the mornings and silence in the evenings.

This man wasn’t a monster. He was just…. Joel.

Suddenly, all the old stories of him scalping innocent teenagers and murdering carriages full of bankers didn’t seem all that true. They were myths.

Weren’t they?

“What did he do to you? Papa?”

Joel looked down at you, your faces closer than they had ever been. Your shoulder was leaning against his harm, and the night air rustled through your hair, gliding across your face until your cheeks felt as though they were about to freeze. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to drag his fingers across the height of your cheekbone, he wanted to run his thumb across your eyebrow. Joel didn’t quite understand why he wanted to do these things, but he did.

And it enraged him.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching down, gritting and grinding like a roughened piece of sandpaper against the roof of his mouth.

“Too much to tell.” He finally responded, and he stood up; partly to get some air, partly to get away from you. Joel didn’t like how you made him feel. And so quickly, too.

In fact, he despised it.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea, cowboy.” You chimed, rising to your feet to follow him into the shadows of the night.

You watched with heavy eyes as he flicked his lighter to the cigarette that dangled between his lips.

“Oh yeah?” He asked between pursed lips, his cheeks hollowing as he puffed out a cloud of smoke. Joel offered you on, and you gladly accepted, waiting for him to light it before placing it in your mouth.

You took a long drag, finally speaking after a short moment of silence.

“What if we milk my daddy’s bank account for all he’s worth? Send him another ransom note or something?”

“You said he doesn’t care about you.”

“No, he don’t. But he does care about his image. The Sheriff can’t have his sweet baby girl getting kidnapped, now can he? And nobody’s after us yet, there’s no telling if he got the first letter. We should send him a finger or something.”

“A finger?” He guffawed. “Chop off a finger? Whose finger?”

“No, you’re right. That’s too much. Just another ransom note for now.”

You stared at him for a long while, allowing Joel the time to turn the idea over and around in his head. Finally, a sigh escaped him, and he rubbed the lines beside his eyes.

“I… didn’t leave a ransom note.” He seethed through gritted teeth, admitting his transgression.

“But I’m- what? I’m your prisoner. You kidnapped me for a reason, didn’t you?” You were baffled, looking at him oddly. “That was the whole point of this, wasn’t it? Some bounty mission from whatever jack ass you work for, get yourself a pretty penny to spend on…. whatever you buy.”

He shuffled from foot to foot. How was Joel ever going to tell you that you should have been dead days ago? You weren’t his prisoner, you were another notch in his pistol, a head to mount on the wall of his den.

You were supposed to be nothing to him. And yet… you were something. A pebble stuck in his shoe, an aching in his chest, a cut in his finger- whatever you were, you weren’t going to be easy to forget.

Joel could kill you right now. He could hold a gun to your head, push your body off the cliff, watch you fall into the ravine. With a snap of his fingers, Joel could do as he pleased, turn you in to worm food in two seconds flat.

But, in an odd and slightly awkward turn of events, he didn’t want to. In fact, the thought filled him with an anger he had never known before.

Joel cleared his throat, covering up the tracks of his wayward thoughts.

“Must’ve got lost in the moment I suppose.”

“Well…. well we got to fix that then, don’t we?” You squinted in thought, resting your hands on your hips as you gazed upon the distant stars, trying to figure out how you could get back at your father after all the years of torment.

“Maybe get a good night’s sleep first. Then we can work on fixin’ whatever’s got to be fixed.”

“Sure. If you promise to take me to the nearest post in the morning. I got to send this ransom.”

Joel snorted. “Never seen a lady mail her own ransom letter before.”

“Well, you haven’t seen it all, have you?”

“‘Parently not.”

“I’ll go to sleep, and then tomorrow get you what you’re owed.”

Joel watched you trot to the fleece blanket that lay haphazardly spread out across the sand, your back turning to him as you found a comfortable position. With a soft sigh he sat down, looking out into the narrow ravine which sat before him.

Tonight, it seemed as though there were twice as many owls hooting in the darkness Owls, a friend once told him, are bad luck, nothing good ever comes from them. They’re rotten omens.

On the other side of the cliff face, a broken tree sat rotting, deteriorating from a previous strike of lightning that rendered it useless. A great horned owl fluttered down upon a branch, its yellow eyes slowly turning to size up Joel.

He chuckled to himself, putting out his cindering smoke into the dry ground beside him.

“Bad luck.” Joel murmured to himself, staring at the predator through half-lidded eyes.

“Bad luck.” He heard you agree, and when he turned, he saw you watching the owl silently.

“Go to bed.” Joel whispered, offering you a nod of his head. “I’ll keep watch.”

“Then tomorrow… post.”

He watched you fade off into sleep, his neck turning to the dying tree once more. The owl had flown off, and soon the hoots and hollers of the birds died down into a quiet nothingness, with only the hum of the cicadas and huff of distant grizzlies filling the air.

There was something electric in the air as you rode towards the nearest town, a tiny little outpost they called Strawberry Hill.

The sky was clear with the promise of what your letter would soon bring, and you both were jaded with thoughts of future wealth. Your papa’s pockets ran deep, ever since he played his part in the gold rush.

It’s how you could live the life you had, full of French powder and imported wine. You loved it, in fact there was nothing you liked more than wearing pretty clothes and playing poker in expensive saloons, but sometimes life had a funny way of changing, and you found yourself growing slightly fonder of the wild west.

“Pretty rough place.” Joel called to you, your horses riding shoulder to shoulder, their trots in perfect unison.

“Strawberry Hill?”

“Mhm. Where the outlaws go.”

“The good ones?” You asked with a grin.

“Well I’m goin’, ain’t I?”

You smiled a bit, fingers running through Fritz mane as you stared at the winding path ahead. “What are you going to do with me?”

Joel, truthfully, had no clue. “I don’t know.”

“Gonna kill me?”

He looked at you behind the brim of his hat, his tongue flicking across his lower lip. “Probably not.” He admitted.

“Probably is good.”

Joel nodded. “Better’n most get, that’s for sure.”

A comfortable silence fell over your bodies, and soon you saw the dingy town come in to view.

“Stick close to me. You hear? These men are animals.” Joels voice was sturdy and stern, and you knew he meant business.

“All of ‘em?” He nodded. “Even you?”

He didn’t answer you, leaving you to speculate as his dismounted his Mustang, offering a hand to you. You narrowed your eyes, ignoring his offer as you hopped off Fritz. Unfortunately, the heel of your boot caught in the stirrup, and Joel- with a groan of annoyance- had to help you get untangled.

“Shoulda took the hand.” You laughed nervously, smiling apologetically as you followed him inside the post.

An ancient looking man stood behind the counter, his round glasses crooked on the tip of his nose.

“Mr. Miller!” He chimed enthusiastically. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Been doin’ business. Little lady here needs to send a letter.”

The man’s eyes scanned towards you, and with a quirked eyebrow he nodded. “Where to?”

“Ruby Springs, sir. For my da- the… it’s for the Sheriff.”

The man laughed in your face, his palm slapping down against the counter. When he realized you weren’t joking, he cleared his throat, straightening his bolo tie.

“Er, well- okay then. Two cents.”

You flicked a nickel towards him, pushing your letter across the counter. “Make sure it gets there fast. Got it? This is time sensitive.”

“She’s got a bite to her.” He commented towards Joel, grabbing your letter and putting it inside one of the countless the mailboxes behind him.

Joel sighed, nodding silently.

“She your new lady?”

“Absolutely not.” You both snapped in unison, a sheepish look being shared between your eyes before the man drew your attention back.

“Sheriff down there should get it in about two days time.”

You smiled happily. “Thank you.”

On your way out, Joel began to help you on to Fritz, sending you a warning look before you could protest.

“You sure you’re an outlaw? You seem enough like a gentleman to me.” You giggled, steering Fritz towards the path Joel was beginning to take.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Joel admitted, adjusting his hat as you caught up to his pace.

“Do I want to?”

A thick wave of secrecy fell upon Joel, and his lips formed a tight line across his face, his eyes darkening with whatever ghosts of the past haunted him. He shook his head, leaving your query at that.

In three days time your father would receive a letter that would rock his world, and in that time, everything would change. Neither of you knew that, of course, but for now the world was calm, and the biggest worry either of you had were the rattlers hiding in the bushes and the stray bullets of gun slingers.

Something much bigger was coming, something neither of you could prepare for. What price were you willing to pay for your freedom?

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The Farmer's Daughter Masterlist

ONGOING

Part 1 🌲 Part 2 🌲 Part 3 🌲 Part 4 🌲 Part 5 🌲 Part 6 🌲 Part 7 🌲 Part 8 🌲 Part 9 🌲 Part 10 🌲 Part 11 🌲 Part 12

AU MASTERLIST

#walter marshall #night hunter #series #drabble #dark!#au #backwoods #masterlist

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ARCANE SEASON 2

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Above the Noise || Jensen x Reader || Series || Website Exclusive

Summary: While traveling around Europe to escape her small town and find herself, Y/N grows desperate for extra income and answers an advert for an audio editor for adult content. Little does she realise, the voice she’ll grow to crave belongs to the one man that can change her life for the better.

Rating: 18+

Pairing(s): Jensen x Other || Reader x Other || (eventual) Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None

Tags: AU, audio pornstar, dirty talking, smut, masturbation, innocent/virgin!reader, daddy kink, degradation, humiliation, praise kink, pleasure kink, oral sex (male and female), p in v, angst, long distance, slow burn romance, pining, sexual tension, flirting, teasing, role playing, mentions of religion/religious oppression, slight degradation, major self hatred

A/Ns: People enjoyed The Fan so much, it got me thinking about a vague series idea I had along the same vein. I worked on the plot and this is what I come up with!

A/Ns 2: Originally, this was going to be posted on Tumblr, but as I have since decided to step away from posting on here, the story will remain a website exclusive and will be posted weekly until the end.

Available to read on my website...

Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight

Coming Soon...

Chapter Nine || Chapter Ten || Chapter Eleven || Chapter Twelve || Chapter Thirteen || Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Fifteen || Chapter Sixteen || Chapter Seventeen || Chapter Eighteen || Chapter Nineteen || Chapter Twenty || Chapter Twenty One || Chapter Twenty Two || Chapter Twenty Three || Chapter Twenty Four || Chapter Twenty Five (FIN)

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#above the noise #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #smut #adult fiction #angst #fluff #series #negans-lucille-tblr

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The Machinist 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as possible bullying, misogyny, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your new boss sets his sights on you. (short!reader)

Characters: August Walker

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

You take your lunch where you always do; outside. You don’t like to sit inside all day, especially after sweating amid sparks flying from dozens of torches and grinding wheels and the like. The metals walls do little to let the heat out, so it is that you greet the sunshine and fresh breeze with a sigh.

You find your way to your truck and unlock the back, climbing up to sit in the open bed as you unzip your lunchbox. You have your standard fare; some carrots, hummus, and a tuna sandwich. Nothing fancy or special. Just what you have time to throw together in the morning.

You watch the distant skyline as you chew. Insects buzz in the air and you swat away a nosy fly. The smell of pollen underlines the lingering scent of singed metal and your own sweat. You enjoy the small moment to yourself, with the barely muffled noise of drills, wheels, and hollers all around.

You dip your last carrot and close up the container of hummus. You wipe the lingering garlicky smear from your fingertips and zip away your leftovers and the used napkin. You push your head back to stretch your neck and loosen the stitch between your shoulders.

“You’re prettier in the sunlight,” the rocky voice brings your chin back down.

August approaches as you clutch your lunch box against your lap. You don’t know how to respond without putting your job in the balance, so you don’t. You push yourself to the edge of the truck bed but he’s quick. He’s right in front of you, close enough that you can’t jump down.

“This your truck?” He muses as he gives it an emphatic look, “not too bad. Bit big for you, girl. Ah, but maybe you like handling big things.”

His insinuation repulses you. He was rude before but now he’s just being gross. Doesn’t matter. Who are you gonna tell? Who’s going to care?

“Excuse me, my lunch is almost over,” you say as you teeter on the edge.

“I’m sure the boss won’t mind,” he grins boastfully.

“Really, I got a lot of work--”

“I never heard about your promotion,” he intones.

You stop short and bite back your words, “promotion?”

“Right, you must’ve got one since you’re telling me what to do,” he challenges, crossing his arms to make himself even bigger.

“I wasn’t. I’m trying to go back to work.”

“I didn’t dismiss you,” he sneers.

You ease back and nod. This isn’t the first time a man’s postured at you, it won’t be the last. You’ll let him get his rocks off.

“Sure,” you nod.

“Hmph,” he looks you up and down, “it always makes me wonder why women wander into metal shops. Really? You like being sweaty,” he steps even closer and you wince as he reaches and drags his thumb down your cheek, “dirty? I can think of better ways for that.”

“Sir,” you say flatly.

He trails his thumb down and presses on your bottom lip, “I’m new around here. Need someone to show me around. How about it?”

You scowl and rip your mouth away from his hand, “you can’t be serious?”

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?” He slowly pulls his arm back, crossing it once more across his chest, “what I know about this town is there’s no other fucking shop looking for tool and die, and let me tell you, princess, you’ll find they don’t pay pennies next to what I pay.” He brings a hand up to brush the short stubble darkening his jaw, “actually, we’re due for salary review. That’s what the finance officer tells me.”

You understand his threat. Even if he doesn’t fire you, he can mess with your money. All the leering men, all their nasty words, wouldn’t be worth it if you didn’t get a half-decent cut.

“Can your precious little head understand me?” His mouth slants in a half-smirk.

“Not that difficult,” you hiss out.

“Great, sounds like a plan, princess.”

Before you can react, he steps forward. He grabs you by the waist and drags you forward on the open door of the truck bed. You yelp in surprise and bat his wrists, your lunch box bouncing out of your grasp onto the ground. He holds you to hover on the edge before he lowers you to the ground, crowding you.

“Good girl,” he growls and squeezes before he lets you go.

You struggle not to snarl outright. He takes a step back, not far enough. You turn your attention to your errant bag and bend to pick it up.

“Mmm, I like that position,” he purrs.

You snap up and tamp down your irritation. You wish you could say he’s the first man to be so disgusting but that would be a miracle. Especially in this line of work. He’s just the only one you can’t tell to go fuck himself.

You face him, “can I go back to work?”

“Mm, look at you, learning already; asking permission,” he clicks his tongue, “sure, go on, princess.”

You hold back a shudder and turn to close the truck door. You toss your lunch bag over it. Whatever.

You spin and stomp away, refusing to look back at him, even as you feel his gaze bearing down on you. You feel even more filthy than before. Not just because of his behaviour but your own weakness. You should say no, you should go work at the Pizza Hut, at least there, you can spit in the food of every ass who gives you lip.

As you cross the yard towards the shop, you slow down. Your eyes meet those of Carey. He started at the same time as you. He asked you out. Several times. He glowers and narrows his eyes.

He looks at the other guys sat around him at the smokers’ table. They saw it. You know they did.

“All the fucking same, aren’t they?” He spits into the dirt as the other men look in your direction. “Cozying up to the boss to get a few extra bucks on her check.” He flicks his butt towards you as you near the door, “whatsa a matter, baby? You need some new panties? Oh, maybe you’re gonna buy a dress? Start dressing like a woman, huh?”

The other guys chortle and you ignore them. They don’t matter. That’s the difference between them and August. He can actually ruin your life, they only wish they could.

#august walker #dark august walker #dark!august walker #august walker x reader #series #drabble #au #the machinist #mission impossible: fallout #factory au

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#series #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #meme comic

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But, Daddy I Love Him!! 🤍

NEW Series

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: You and Dean have been dating for over 6 months now. Almost everyone knows except for one person - your father; because you know that he has never approved of Dean’s bad boy attitude. Once he finds out, he tries to keep you and Dean apart. Will your relationship last??

Inspired by the Song: But Daddy I Love Him by Taylor Swift *bold text includes song lyrics*

Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids), oral (female & male receiving), mature and sexual language. These are some of the themes through the story but I will label the warnings accordingly.

Chapter 1: Reader’s P.O.V

Chapter Warnings: light SMUT, mature and sexual language

I never thought I would be the one to be attracted to bad boys until I met Dean Winchester. Meeting him made my whole world change in the best way. I met him while on a hunt 6 months ago and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Most people know about our relationship, except one person - my Dad. He has always been very protective of me ever since my Mom died when I was little. My Dad is also part of the hunting business so he knows Sam, Dean and Bobby very well. My Dad loves Sam but unfortunately, he thinks that Dean is bad boy and not exactly the kind of person I should be spending my time with. Which is true…However, when I first met Dean I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. I thought he was cocky, arrogant, and a big time player. But as time went on we developed feelings for each other then we became a couple.

I did my best to see Dean as much as possible. Even if it meant sneaking off when my Dad was away on hunts. I would lie and say I was spending time with Sam, but I was really with Dean.

I wanna tell my Dad about us but I know he will never accept it. He would rather me date someone like Sam but those guys aren’t my type… Dean is. Dean is so bad but he does it so well. So until I’m ready to tell my Dad the truth, then I guess my relationship is going to remain a secret. This could either be the best thing that happened to me or it can blow up in my face.

I was at the bunker sitting in the main table where we would see each other in the morning. I was supposed to be doing research on cases but I couldn’t stop thinking about my Dad and how he would react to dating “Bad Boy Winchester” as he would call him.

I rubbed my temples to prevent myself from getting a headache but I think it was too late.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Dean said as he walked in the room. He walked behind me and gave me a kiss on my temple.

I sighed, “Nothing, just thinking about stuff.”

Dean looked at me and raised an eyebrow

“You’re thinking about your Dad again aren’t you?”

I sighed deeply. “Yes I am.”

“You’re gonna have to tell him some time babe, before he finds out on his own.”

“I know…..I’m just scared of how he’s going to react. I know he’s not going to be happy…..and I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me sweetheart, no matter what your Dad thinks it’s your life, your decisions….you’re a grown woman, my woman.”

He said while winking at me.

I got up from the table, walked towards him and kissed him on the lips. He stood up to face towards me then grabbed my face to kiss me once more, deepening the kiss and our tongues colliding.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He said.

He took my hand then lead me back to his bedroom shutting the door softly.

We both sat down facing each other and began kissing again, his lips traveling down to my neck and collarbone.

“Dean please…..you’re gonna make me want you even more right now.”

“I want you too sweetheart.” he said looking at me and kissing me softly on the lips. He whispered in my ear and says, “I want you so bad so get on top of me now!”

I froze in excitement and said, “Yes, Dean.”

As he lays down, he starts to undress himself staring at me with his cold stone face and smirking. “Take it all off for me baby.” he says.

Immediately once I took off my clothes Dean was ready and hard to have sex. I was super nervous because it had been so long.

He grabbed me by the waist and started kissing all over my tits while slowly fingering me and teasing me. “Oh Dean..” I moaned.

“You’re so wet baby, you’re wet for me huh”? Dean said while sucking on my neck.

“Yes I am.” I said softly, “You have that effect on me.”

He continued to finger me but slowly inserted his dick inside of me.

“Mmmmmmm fuck!” we both moaned. We both made eye contact with one another as I was bouncing up and down moaning his name and pulling on his hair. It wasn’t even a minute and I was soaked, he was trying so hard not to cum right away so he told me to go slow, but i ended up going faster and faster as he started smirking and grabbing onto my ass he said “I’m going to cum, want to cum on your tits sweetheart.”

I quickly jumped off and put my tits right between his dick and waited for him to cum.

“Oh baby that was amazing. You’re so beautiful.” He said while I was blushing. Towards the end of the night Dean cleaned me up, slapped my ass and went back on doing his thing.

I know he’s crazy but he’s the one I want

Authors Note 🤍

Hope you enjoyed this story and new series! Shout out to my bestie for helping me with the smut as always ;) not all chapters will have smut, but there will be some spicy moments so BE PREPARED!!!

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