#...and i worry that the 'LOVE YOURSELF NOW' attitude will only push people away from therapy because they're scared of that...

[uncanny-tranny]

I just heard this ad that says therapy is just "learning how to love yourself," and quite honestly, I disagree with that sentiment. I think it puts uneeded pressure on people to "love themselves."

I don't think you need to love yourself to benefit from therapy, and therapy shouldn't just be "learning to love yourself." It certainly is beneficial for some people to learn skills that we call self-love, like setting boundaries, hygiene that works for you, eating full and balanced meals that you enjoy, for instance, but that doesn't need to include this air of being in love with yourself.

I think therapy is about learning how to live with yourself. You don't have to love your flatmates (for example), but you often respect them as people. So, you'll clean up after yourself, and you'll communicate with them, and you'll even make small talk with them. That's kind of how I see therapy. You don't have to love yourself, but you often need to learn how to respect yourself, and I think those are slightly different things.

[azrielslightintheshadows]

ooh could i request one where the reader drinks something which unknowingly causes her to de-age into a toddler. of course, everyone is taken aback by this and it startles toddler!reader, causing her to cry.

the IC all dote on the reader, trying to make them happy or go to sleep etc. and toddler!reader is equally clingy, loving the attention but scared by the situation. however, she is especially clingy to her mate (any of the batboys) who feels smug about this (or, in the alternative, she is especially clingy to everyone but her mate aw).

no smut please, only fluff (platonic when the reader is a toddler!) and maybe a sprinkle of angst :) ty <3

De-aging potion.

Inner circle x f!Reader (Mate; Azriel)

Warnings; swearing.

Masterlist.

I don’t really know why but I believe Azriel is the best choice as a mate in this. He is so quiet and dark, it definitely serves the purpose of the story. This was hard to write, I hope it's good!

Reader at first doesn't recognize them but I use their names because I don't want to make it confusing.

“Don’t touch this, girl” Amren snapped as you traced your fingertips over a jar.

“Sorry” you mumbled sheepishly.

You, Amren and Cassian were searching for a special herb that would help Feyre with pregnancy pains as the baby’s wings grew.

You were currently in a small cottage right outside of Velaris. The witch who agreed to help glanced at you and offered you a mischievous smile.

“Such a curious girl” she smirked.

You didn’t reply, her whole attitude made you feel uneasy, and you suddenly regretted not taking your mate Azriel with you.

“This one.” The witch said and gave Amren a jar. “Are you sure it will help?” the ancient one asked.

“Are you questioning my abilities dear?”

Cassian glanced at you worriedly, you both knew that the two creatures would turn this meeting into a battlefield if you didn’t step in now.

“I think we’re done here.” You cleared your throat. The tension made your mouth dry, and you winced as you swallowed.

“Here take this.” The witch smiled. She noticed your reluctance and sighed “It’s just water”.

You took the cup from her and gulped down the water before sending her a thankful look and following the others.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here” Cassian shuddered and opened his arms to pick both you and Amren up and fly away.

A wicked laugh rang, and the cottage turned into mist.

“What the fuck?” Cassian exclaimed.

“I-I don’t feel good” you stuttered and stumbled backwards.

“Y/n!” Amren gasped and moved closer.

You felt like your intestines were rearranging themselves and suddenly a bright light emerged from your skin. You landed on your butt and gaped at them.

“Mother’s tits!” Cassian exclaimed while Amren paled.

You flinched at the scream and burst into tears.

“Shut up idiot you’re scaring her! We must take her back to Velaris. Now!” Amren hissed. “Come here sweet girl, we will take you home” she said softly and opened her arms.

You sniffled and pushed yourself up, stumbling into her and wrapping your arms around her neck.

Cassian picked both of you up with a frown and shoot up making you yelp and giggle.

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“We have a problem!” Cassian shouted as you landed on a balcony. Your eyes watered and Amren slapped the back of his head.

You walked into a big dining room where several people were sitting. Everyone’s eyes fell on you and confusion filled their features. Only a male narrowed his eyes and then paled.

“Who’s that sweet girl?” Feyre cooed. “Uhm.. yeah that’s the problem” Cassian scratched the back of his head.

“It’s y/n” Amren rolled her eyes.

Everyone gasped and stared at you with wide eyes making you gasp too and start crying. “Not again” Amren groaned.

“Az” you cried out not sure what that meant but your mind seemed to work on its own accord.

The male who had narrowed his eyes got up and approached you with a worried expression. You peeked from Amren’s neck and stretched your arms to him.

“I’ve got you angel” he said softly and engulfed you in his arms. His shadows shot up and started rubbing your back soothingly. You hummed and hid your face in his neck.

“What happened?” Rhysand asked.

“The witch offered her some water and then this happened.” Amren explained.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Azriel growled “I would make her reverse it!” “Why didn’t we think about that?” Cassian said sarcastically “Oh I know, because she fucking disappeared?”

“Don’t speak like that in front of a child” Feyre gasped.

“She’s not a child!” Cassian exclaimed.

“Please stop” you whispered and Azriel tensed.

“It’s okay angel” he murmured and kissed your head.

You couldn’t understand what was happening to you, it felt like you were trapped inside your mind, seeing everything that was happening but unable to react. You wanted to scream “I’m here!” but your body and brain worked on their own, leaving you helpless.

“I will ask the priestesses to search every book. Maybe we can find a way to reverse it.” Rhysand spoke and got up. The noise making you peek at him. He noticed your curious eyes and grinned. “Hi sweetie” he cooed, and you giggled stretching your arms at him.  Azriel growled but let you cling to Rhys not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

Rhysand bounced you on his hip making you giggle. “I’m practicing for our baby” he told Feyre and she smiled.

“Let’s go to the library” he said and started walking away. You noticed a few shadows trailing after you and you made grabby hands at them.

The action made Azriel smile and puff his chest making everyone groan and roll their eyes. When you lost them from your sight you glanced at Rhys and your bottom lip trembled.

“What is it sweetie?” he asked.

“Az” you mumbled, and a few tears escaped. The shadows darted away.

“You want Az?”

You nodded and in a blink Azriel appeared at the end of the hall, marching towards you.

“Come here babygirl” he cooed and grabbed you.

You returned in the dining room.

“What are we going to do about this?” Nesta sighed.

“I guess we keep her happy and safe until we find a solution.” Azriel said and took a seat placing you on his lap. “Honey… even though I love that you are clinging to me, it’s kinda weird to have you on my lap.” He cringed and gave you to Nesta.

Cassian turned to him in confusion “Why?”

Azriel rolled his eyes “She is my mate, sitting on my thighs feels wrong now.”

“Oh yeah” The warlord nodded.

“You’re so cute” Nesta cooed and grabbed your hands making you clap and giggle.

“What do toddlers eat?” Feyre asked.

“I have no idea” Nesta shrugged.

“Probably soft food” Elain joined the conversation and smiled sweetly when you looked at her. “I’ll make her something.” She got up and left.

You squirmed in Nesta’s hold and she frowned “I think she is getting bored guys.”

Cassian’s eyes filled with amusement “I think Uncle Cass has the solution” he boomed.

“You’re not her uncle” Azriel groaned.

Cassian shushed him and picked you up.

“Hey sweet girl wanna fly?” he asked you and you nodded eagerly.

The gentle giant raised you above his head in a lying position and ran around the table, throwing you up and catching you again every now and then. You kept laughing and screaming and kicking your feet.

“Food’s ready!” Elain chirped and entered the room with a plate filled with vegetables and small pieces of chicken.

She took a seat and Cassian placed you on her lap with a kiss on your head.

“Open your mouth sweetheart” she cooed and brought the fork on your lips. You shook your head and hid your face on her shoulder.

“What if I tell you a story while you eat?” she offered making you peek at her. “You like the idea?”. You nodded and she smiled.

“Okay there once was a girl named y/n….”

Everyone gaped at her as you started eating.

“I think we found something” Rhys entered the room with a book in hand.

You couldn’t hear what they said, your body was completely mesmerized by Elain and her story.

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“What did you find” Azriel asked.

“She probably gave her this potion, I can’t find anything else that would cause this to happen except some spells” Rhys replied.

“No it wasn’t a spell” Amren spoke.

The shadowsinger looked at her helplessly “are you sure?”

“Yes boy I know how spells work.” She snorted.

“If it's indeed this potion, then it will pass tomorrow morning. She'll most likely wake up as her grown self.” Rhys explained and Azriel sighed in relief.

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“Azzie” you screeched, interrupting their conversation and making him smile.

“Yes angel?” “Love you” you gave him a toothy grin and he blushed.

“Aww look at him getting all shy because of a baby” Cassian cooed, and one shadow smacked his head “Ouch”.

“Okay time to sleep little one” Rhysand said and Azriel picked you up.

“No” you shouted.

“You have to sleep sweetie and tomorrow you will be a big girl” Your mate said excitedly.

“No!” you cried out and started squirming in his arms. “Y/n!” he yelled, and you gaped at him. “I said its time to sleep.”

Your eyes watered and his face softened.

“Come on angel” he pleaded.

“Nesta” you cried out and pushed him away trying to get to her.

“I’m here sweetheart” she replied and took you from him.

Azriel frowned and stared at you. “Mean” you told Nesta and pointed at him. “I know” she nodded “Let’s go cuddle”.

You waved goodbye to everyone and Nesta carried you in her room.

She lied next to you, and you rested your head on her chest, her heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

At some point during the night, you saw the witch staring at you in your dream.

“That’s what curious girls get. Next time think before you touch my jars.”

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You woke up with a groan, feeling like your head was going to explode.

“Good morning” Nesta chuckled, and you gasped.

“I’m in your bed” you said and glanced around.

“Yup” she smiled.

“Please tell me that everything was a dream” you whined.

“Nope”

“Cauldron” you breathed.

The door opened and everyone walked inside.

“She’s back” Cassian shouted, and everyone laughed.

You slowly got up and walked to your mate, hugging him and pressing your cheek on his chest.

“I thought I was mean” he teased you and you hummed.

“You’ll never stop teasing me huh?”

“Nope” everyone exclaimed simultaneously making you groan.

[yngtort]

—Playboy aesthetic

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

NSFW ★

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XFem!reader : in which you just can’t stay out of that damn playboys bed. Mdni - emotional manipulation - drunk sex - breading

song rec : playboy - exo

“There’s no need to tell me, let’s just leave it as is. Why are you worried?” One of exos greatest hits, play boy, played through the party. crowds of people swaying together to the beat of the song, hips bumping and hands exploring.

You watch from the sidelines, held back by vines like the flower you’re pretending to be. usually, you’d be dancing along with everyone else. but today, you don’t have the energy. Just wanna stay back and observe with a half empty, half full red cup in your hands.

It's fun watching people tumble over each other. Just to get back up and start busting an off beat move again. You snicker in your spot before bringing the cup to your lips.

Said cup blocks your vision for a second as you down the nectar it holds. When it comes down, your eyes widen as a familiar smile greets you.

“Having fun, are we?” his voice initiates the biggest eyeroll you can muster.

Clad in all black and leather stood the most sleazy man you have ever encountered at these parties. a man with pillow skills that could qualify him as a professional gigolo. He’s also the man you tend to wake up next to in the morning. “What do you want, christopher?”

One of his brows shoots up at the attitude. But it quickly falls as his lips stretch into a grin and his arms open defensively.

“cmon, baby. Don’t be like that.” He says, taking a step forward. His hands finds its usual place at your hips, thumbs playing with the loops of your low rise pants. “you know you love my company.”

You scoff, “as if.” Fully annoyed that he’s standing here with his national anthem playing in the background. He’s a fucking playboy, one that takes pride in it too.

you knew this when you started messing around with him. You told yourself that this was all just for shits, giggles, and some good head. But no— you’re so naive, believing every I love you he muttered from above. now you’re wrapped around his finger. Stupidly in love with this dumb, lying, conniving, asshole-

“go and play around with someone else. I’m not in the mood for this.” you say, pushing at his chest but he doesn’t budge.

“I don’t want to play with anyone else,” Chris told, taking your hand that’s wedged between you and placing a kiss against your palm, “I told you that when you tried to break things off last time. I want you only.”

Lies. His words makes your heart flutter, but you know it’s all lies. “But I don’t want you, Chris.” You pull your hand back.

“And yet you’re at one of my parties?” Chris tuts his head to the side cockily and you roll your eyes again.

“Jisung wanted me to come, so I came.”

“since when did you cum on command?”his lips curled, “Learned some new tricks while i away, huh?”

you slapped his shoulder, “fuck you.”

“that’s what I’m trying to get you to do, but you’re being so stubborn.” He said before leaning in close, nose brushing against yours.

“C’mon babygirl, I miss you.” You turn your head away from him not saying a word and Chris chuckled.

he places a kiss on your cheek, “y’know if you continue to reject me like this, it’ll only make me want you more.”

“Sounds like a personal problem then.” You respond, still not meeting his gaze which is starting to piss Chris off more than he thought it would.

“I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong,”

A small sigh leaves your lips before you face him again, “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then what’s the issue?” “I’m bored.”

“Bored?” Chris mimicked with a scoff, “screaming my name into your pillow is boring?”

“That’s not-“ he cuts you off by pulling you close, empty cup dropping out your hand and rolling out into the crowd.

“It’s not what?” he bites, eyes burning into yours. “Don’t act like you didn’t love every second. Like you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“Chris. I told you, im done with all this.” you said, turning your head again.

“and I told you,” Chris immediately grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “it’s not over until I say so.”

Before you can even respond his lips are on yours, tongue swiftly breaking past your teeth without any problem. you squeak at the sudden invasion, hands balled into fist as they beat at his chest in protest.

Chris eats up each weak punch, until your hands finally give up and clutch onto his jacket, pulling him closer because— fuck he’s such a good kisser.

making out against the wall, your biggest weakness. Pressed up together, one of his thighs between your legs while a free hand is on your neck— the other one kneading your waist.

your mind is absolutely screaming at you to push him away. You’re supposed to be standing on business. He can’t keep toying with you like this, fucking you like he loves you just to end up in the bed of another woman the next day.

“Don’t allow him to play you, y/n. Stand up girl!” Your friends would preach to you over and over.

But right now, their voices are silenced— muffled out by the damning desire and need that coats your body as Chris picks you up. Lips still locked on yours, he walked you away from the party, and deeper into the hallways of the frat.

You know exactly where you’re going, a swift left turn and a straight walk to his room. You’ve been taken here a lot, in this position too. Fingers laced in his curly locks as he opens up the door and walks you to his bed.

When he places you down, chris breaks the kiss. “Are you done being a brat yet? or do you need more convincing?” He asks, voice at the lowest octave you’ve ever heard from him.

“Just shut up ‘n fuck me already,” your demand is everything Chris expected. such dirty words leaving a pretty mouth like yours was enough to get his length straining against his pants.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” He says before ridding himself of his clothes. you of course do the same. Shirt comes off with ease but there’s a bit of a struggle with those tight jeans you decided to stuff yourself into.

Chris helps, “lift.” He says and your hips are off the mattress. He pulls them off with a few tugs, your underwear sliding down as bonus.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” the older sucks in a breath, seemingly in awe as he spreads your legs. Your cunt glistened, visibly dripping by how turned on you are. “All this for me?”

“t-that’s just because it’s been a while,” you defended, hands going down to cover it shyly.

“Hasn’t it?” he chuckled before placing his palm on top of yours. Chris guides your fingers to your hole, instructing them inside. “you haven’t even played with it like this?”

You look away embarrassed as you pump yourself in front of him, “no, I couldn’t—“

“reach where I could?” Chris teased, smile wide with pride because he knows how helpless you are without him. those nights after you cut him off were absolute hell. you crying in the darkness of your room after failed attempts at fucking yourself— the way he did.

You needed him so bad.

Chris watches in amusement as your fingers speed up, loud squelching sounds below fill both of your ears. “Chris, p-please.” You beg, eyes pooling with frustrated tears.

“you’re doing perfectly on your own though,”

“not enough,” you cried . “I want you, please, please..”

Chris hummed, listening to your pleas. Before trialing soft kisses down your body until he comes face to your fingers that were still stuffed into your hole. He pulls them out, taking them into his mouth after. your taste coats the buds on his tongue, making him grunt.

With the sample not being enough, he opts for eating you out. he’s so skilled, tongue circling your clit with precision. Your body becomes one with the bed below you as you sink into nothing but undeniable misery and pleasure.

“Like that, yes, fuck” moans tumbled off your lips as your hands sought comfort at your breast, holding and kneading them for that extra stimulation.

Chris wishes you could see how slutty you looked from his angle below. Using his tongue to whore yourself out on his face— right after you were just going on about how bored you were of him? tch, yeah sure.

He pulls back causing you to whine, “shh, babe, you can’t cum so soon. we’re just getting started.”

you watch in a daze as he pulls off his boxers, exposing his hard and big member to your hungry eyes. your involuntarily clench, cunt so needy and ready to be filled up by every inch.

Chris is just as desperate, eagerly placing your legs over his shoulder as he lines up his throbbing dick at your pucker. “you missed me too, didn’t you?” He asked as he pushed in, your walls welcoming him with a tight hug.

“s’much…missed havin you here.” You say, hand pressing against the bulge in your tummy. Chris twitches harshly inside you and could feel it.

just from your words, he could’ve came right then and there.

“I’m gonna fuck you all night,” is the last thing he said before absolutely destroying you. His hips snapped wildly into yours, head board banging against the wall with every thrust. There’s sure to be some cracks in the paint, but that’s tomorrows problem.

Right now, all he’s focused on is the way your breast bounced on impact while you babble out pleas for more.

Chris lets one of your legs fall off his shoulder and leans down to your ear, “now tell me, we’re you really bored of me? Or is there something else you have to say?”

“n-no, wasn’t bored just got too— fuck—“

“Attached? Baby, can’t you see I’m the same way? no one will ever do it for me like you do. You’re mine, yea?” He said, thrust only getting stronger as you fall weak at every word.

he felt the same way you did? is that even possible? You don’t have time to doubt it because he’s ruthlessly pounding into you. “Chris’s, ‘m chris’s” is all you can say.

“that’s right, pretty. All mine.” He whispered delicately, movements becoming more erratic as his dick throbs inside of you, eager to fill you up. “wanna knock you up s’bad.”

Chris pushes himself deeper than before, making sure if he’s gonna come, it’s gonna stick and stay. “you’ll let me do it? Wont you, baby?”

“Please,” and that’s all he needed to hear.

Chris’s cum is thick and there’s a lot of it too. Maybe from going so long without having you underneath had finally caught up to him— he doesn’t know. but the way his body tenses, muscles flexing as he slowly empties his heavy load into you, shows you how much he wanted you.

He pulls you into one more final kiss, lips sloppily slotting with yours as he pins your hips to the mattress. body heavy on top of yours, dick softening inside you as the last traces of pleasure leave him.

“I love you, y/n” he mumbled against your lips, “I’ve always have.”

You believe him for the night because you know in the morning, you'll wake up alone and there will be sticky note that read : “quiet on the way out” left on the nightstand like always.

“that fucking, playboy..”

:)

Tinaytag (comment to be added) : @sydnerss @sunnyyangie @panjakes @foxinnie8 @inniescandy-01 @luvyev

[grandlinedreams]

hello!! i absolutely adore your stories so i was wondering if you could do one with zoro, and the reader falls down the stairs (but yknow survives, sorry kuina💀) and the reader gets like a broken nose or sprained ankle or something and zoro is just like super worried

i understand if you don’t want to do it but have a great day/night 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I'm going to resist making a "down d. stairs" joke but wkdnd absolutely, I can do that!! I hope this is to your liking!!

"I don't see why you're the one carrying this stuff. Didn't you say the old lady had a son? Why can't he do it?"

"Because, Zoro," you sigh as you adjust your grip on the box of carefully wrapped bottles, "Her son broke his arm last week. And it's nice to do things for people when we can." A smile tugs at your lips. "Makes us not seem so bad for a bunch of pirates."

Zoro scoffs. "We're pirates, [name]. We're not supposed to be nice."

"Says the man who ate onigiri off the ground for a little girl," you say, snickering when he aims a glare your way.

"Who told you about that?"

"Who do you think?" You shake your head, amused. "Who knew Roronoa Zoro could be such a softie?"

"You're gonna think softie in a minute," Zoro grumbles, ignoring the fact that his threat makes little to no sense as he trails after you. You're not even sure why he's chosen to tag along ㅡ boredom, perhaps.

"Ah, there you are." The older woman who'd asked for your help in the first place ㅡ Nina, she'd introduced herself as ㅡ pushes away from where she'd been resting on a crate near the door to her home. "I was afraid you'd gotten lost."

"My apologies," you say, "I was joined by one of my crewmates, I hope that you don't mind."

Nina looks at Zoro, her silent assessment making him bristle at the scrutiny before Nina says, "You look like you could use a good meal, the both of you. Why don't you stay for lunch? It's the least I can do."

Zoro frowns. "No wㅡ"

"We'd love to," you interrupt, silencing him with the hard jab of your elbow into his ribs. When Nina turns and heads down the hallway, you hiss, "Zoro, don't be rude."

He opens his mouth to say something, only to halt as Nina returns. "Could you take those downstairs for me, dear? And would your friend mind helping me with lunch?"

Part of you balks at the idea of Zoro helping Nina with food ㅡ after all, there's a reason he isn't trusted in the kitchen ㅡ but Zoro is answeing for you before you can stop him.

"I'm on it. Whatever gets us out of here faster." Nina seems unphased by his attitude, and he dodges the kick you aim at the back of his leg with a smirk.

"Brat," you huff, then peer around for the aforementioned stairs. There's a solitary door nearby, and you prop the box on your hip to open it, finding a set of stairs descending down below.

Given the dim lighting, your descent is slow. Taking it step by step, you shiver at the draft of damp, musty air that sweeps up towards you, tightening your grip on the box.

It happens when you're about two thirds of the way down the steps. The stairs are undeniably damp now, slick with condensation ㅡ and then you're losing your footing and tumbling down the last handful of steps.

Reflex can only do so much and with both arms occupied by the box of bottles, you have no way to brace yourself. Your shoulder slams into concrete first, followed by the crack of your head bouncing off it as well, making your vision blur with the searing pain that follows.

"Fuck," you breathe as you push yourself upright, hissing at the throbbing of your shoulder before you freeze at the slow slip of something from your nose. Bringing your hand up to swipe your fingers against it, you don't need good lighting to know what the sticky warmth is. "Well, shit."

You take a minute to assess the damage. The box of brown paper wrapped bottles is unbroken ㅡ you wish you could say the same for yourself. There's the deep throb of pain from your shoulder that all the way down into your fingertips, then the blood oozing from your nose.

Nothing is broken ㅡ you hope, anyways. It takes a minute to ease yourself onto your feet, closing your eyes against the way it makes your head spin for a second before you head back up the stairs.

You grip the railing as tight as you can, half-pulling yourself up the steps. By the time you reach the top your other arm is straddling somewhere between pins and needles and being completely numb, and you're certain blood from your nose has dripped onto your clothing.

Opening the door, you shut it behind you and rest against it for a moment before moving towards the faint sound of voices coming from Nina's kitchen.

"Oi, what took you so long?" Zoro asks, teasing in his tone as he turns from where he's picking up a plate of sandwiches (made by Nina, who hadn't really needed help so much as wanted company) ㅡ and freezing when he spots you.

You've clapped a hand over your nose to hide most of it, but there's nothing to be done for the limp weight of your arm or the mess you've made of your shirt.

"Oh dear!" Nina hurries forward, concern clear on her face as she stares at you. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I slipped on one of the stairs," you say, "Nothing in the box broke, though."

"That's hardly important right now," Nina huffs. "I've told Luke we need to fix things downstairs before somebody gets hurt, and now look at you."

"I'll be okay, don't worry," you tell Nina and look towards Zoro in silent plea for him to help back you up, only to find that he's still staring at you with an unreadable expression.

"Poor thing," coos Nina. "I know I have a first-aid kit around here somewhere, and I can make you an ice-pack..."

"That's really not necessary, Miss Nina." Her fussing is starting to make you a little uncomfortable, especially given that you've had far worse than this. "I'll beㅡ"

"We're leaving." Zoro's tone is sharp as he strides towards you, ignoring the way your brow furrows.

"What aboutㅡ" You yelp as Zoro lifts you up, all but slinging you over his shoulder and leaving you to prop yourself up against his back. "Zoro! Put me down!"

"Sorry about this, but we're leaving." Zoro opts to completely ignore you, arm locked against your legs and undeterred by the way you squirm. "We have a doctor back on our ship who can patch them up."

Nina looks like she wants to argue for a moment before she nods, slipping ahead of Zoro to open the door for him. You struggle harder, smacking your good hand against Zoro's back.

"Stop treating me like I'm a sack of potatoes!" Zoro waits until he's a good bit away from Nina's before he halts, and your hope that he's going to listen to you is crushed by the way he simply adjusts so that now he's got you in a princess carry. "Zoro!"

"Quit complaining," Zoro bites back, "you want to drip blood everywhere?"

You quiet for a moment. "...Sunny's to the left." Zoro turns, and you groan. "Your other left." Zoro grips you a little tighter, but otherwise doesn't snap back as he follows your instructions. "I don't get what the big deal is, anyways. So I fell down the steps a little and now I have a bloody nose, but I'm fine."

Zoro's grip tightens to the point that it almost hurts. "Kuina."

Your head tilts. "Kuina? Your childhood friend?" He'd mentioned her to you once or twice before, the fact that she was part of his driving force to become the world's best swordsman. He'd gone tightlipped when you asked what had happened to her, and you knew better than to press.

"...she fell down the stairs," he says, voice uncharacteristically soft. "And...she died."

Oh. Guilt pools in your stomach, sinking feeling flooding your veins as Zoro walks. No wonder he'd given you that look at your flippancy of your situation. "Zoro, Iㅡ"

"It's fine." His tone is flat. "It was a long time ago."

You know that it isn't fine, that Zoro's too stubborn to admit when something bothers him like this ㅡ so you sigh, letting the tension in your muscles ease. "I'm not going anywhere, you know. Not any time soon."

Zoro says nothing at first and you think maybe you've said something wrong in trying to comfort him ㅡ and then his grip softens on you, just a little. "Good," he says, and you can hear the relief in his tone. "It'd be boring without you."

[general--winter]

How Genin Sasuke, Sakura, Rock Lee, Neji, Hinata react to the reader leaving the village to go train with their sensei, and in their farewell kiss them and give them a bracelet and promise to come back

author's note: this is becoming my favorite passtime. the genin konoha 12 give me life, they are so adorable.

rating: general

fandom: naruto

pairings: genin!uchiha sasuke x gn!reader, genin!haruno sakura x gn!reader, genin!rock lee x gn!reader, genin!hyuga neji x gn!reader, genin!hyuga hinata x gn!reader

word count: 2250

warnings: canon-typical content

summary: The genin squad and reader say goodbye to each other to train.

Uchiha Sasuke

Sasuke was already in a delicate state following the Forest of Death portion of the chunin exams. His curse mark was sealed, sure, and he secured his passage to the tournament. But he could see that the next month would be pure and utter hell. The only thing that he thought would get him through was being able to annoy you with his attitude.

That hope was lost when you told him you were leaving later that day to train for the next round as well. Somewhere far away. You won’t be back for a month. Sasuke didn’t really hear much after that. He would scoff, push you away verbally, the works. Yeah, you weren’t his friend or anything, never were. You’re abandoning him like everyone else, how could you be?

“Go away and train. It’s not like it will do anything for you.”

A melancholy smile would blossom on your face. Wordlessly, you would step towards Sasuke and kiss his cheek. Huh? What? But you just said you were leaving him alone for the next month. He’s absolutely baffled by your conflicting actions. Before he could figure out just what the hell was going on, you would grab his hand and slip a simple metal bangle on his wrist. In an act of defense, Sasuke would push you away and grimace.

However, that didn’t wipe the smile off of your face. You were pushed away physically but not mentally. Not emotionally. In a moment of vulnerability you would say to Sasuke: “I will be back. Don’t worry yourself, alright?” He wasn’t convinced until you raised your own hand and showed him a matching bracelet on your own wrist. “These will symbolize our bond for the next month. And beyond, if you don’t mind,” you would say, winking at him.

Even though Sasuke’s face was set into a deep scowl, his true feelings were betrayed by the fact that he wasn’t blowing up on you or trying to rip the bracelet off. He was just twirling it around his wrist with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. You would smile at him once more, a cheery and bright one this time, as you waved to him and followed the road to the gate of the village to meet your teacher.

The bangle would become Sasuke’s most prized possession; he wouldn’t take it off for anything for a time. While I do think he would take it off after leaving the village, in an effort to destroy all of his bonds and gain power, something repressed within him couldn’t get rid of it. So instead, he would carry it in the depths of his packs to forget about it, though it would frustrate him from time to time. When he eventually comes back to the village and sees you still wearing yours after all the time you’ve been apart, he is consumed by grief and tries his best to reconnect with you. Now, he can never be seen without his own bracelet — he even sleeps with it on.

Haruno Sakura

Sakura has a sixth sense when it comes to people leaving the village to train. So, I honestly think she would figure out that it’s what you wanted to do with your sensei before you even made up your mind. She saw it in your eyes when you looked up to your teacher. The adoration, the determination. It was the same way Sakura looked at Tsunade.

Your imminent departure was bittersweet for her, however. Sakura was certain that she loved you, in that thirteen year old crush way. When you pick someone and make your entire personality obsessing over them. You guys hung out all of the time too, goofing off and getting meals around Konoha. Sakura could really be herself around you. What would she do without you?

Maybe she could go with you! But Tsunade was the Hokage, she wouldn’t be able to do anything to train Sakura from so far away. So, she brainstormed. What could possibly keep the two of you connected for so long? If you truly were going away, you may be gone as long as Naruto said he would be. That’s three years. You might forget about her.

These thoughts swirled in her head for days, waiting for your departure day to bid you farewell. Would she be able to send you letters? Maybe she can visit you when she’s off. Or perhaps you’ll visit the village yourself!

Before Sakura knew it, though, she was standing face-to-face with you at the gate of Konoha, tears streaming down her face. The insecurities of the past few days rose up to the surface, and she moved forward to hug you. Before she could, though, you held out a carved wooden bracelet, the birch wood scraped down to perfect beads and strung together with a piece of wire.

“I made one for myself, too. So we’ll be connected no matter how far apart we are. I will be back, though, so this is only temporary!” you told Sakura, a smile gracing your features despite your tears. She would collapse into your arms with another sob, crushing your bones in a hug. You reciprocated, placing a kiss on her forehead before letting go and walking away with your sensei. Sakura would never forget that moment, and neither would you. Three years is a long time but she’ll wait for you. There’s an end in sight, and she is reminded every time she puts on your bracelet.

Rock Lee

Now Rock Lee, I think he would actually go with you if you were to leave to train for a period of time longer than a month or two. We’re talking about a boy who will absolutely be whipped for anyone he crushes on with a mentor that is friends with conceivably every jonin-level ninja in the village. Yeah, y’all are training together if you let him. However, he would learn that you’re leaving on the day of, so this scenario still goes down.

I think Lee would take the news very bad at first and dramatically beg you to stay in the village. He would be on his hands and knees begging you, holding your hands in a vice grip to keep you from getting away from him. There would definitely be tears shed. Lee is just that kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and is full of dramatics!

You would give him a simple steel bracelet, with some weight to it, of course, while he’s still trying to get you to stay. “Lee, please don’t worry about me. I’ll only be gone for a short while,” you would tell him amusedly. “Keep this bracelet on to remind yourself of me. I’ll be wearing a similar one, so we won’t be completely disconnected while I’m away.”

Now Lee would be blushing and you would have actually made him stop talking for a second. His hands were still clasped onto your wrists, so you would help him up… sneaking a kiss onto his lips very quickly. You would make him question if you even did it, but he knows his senses do not lie. You just kissed him. Like, for real. His face would get even more red, if that’s even possible. There was no way Rock Lee thought he would be able to take another step in his life as he watched you release yourself from his grip, wave goodbye, and turn around to go.

“I need to find Guy-sensei! We will train together!” he would shout, going against his body’s instincts and darting around to find his teacher. Of course, I think Might Guy would be up for an adventure and to help his precious student experience “the joys of youth”. So before you leave the village, Might Guy and Lee catch up with you and your teacher, bags hastily packed and ready for a journey.

“After what just happened, I cannot let you go to train alone! I will keep you company!” Rock Lee would exclaim, making it your turn to blush. Whoever your sensei is, they would be more than happy for you to have a friend and Might Guy tag along, perhaps you two would be able to take each other to new heights by sharing the experience of training together. Well, if you’re learning from Kakashi he would be miffed about this, but him and Guy are still friends so I think he would still allow it (and be secretly happy that his entertainment beyond Icha Icha is figured out).

Hyuga Neji

So you really decided to go. It had been a point of discussion between you and Neji for a few weeks. After all, you respected his opinion as a professional ninja, so you wanted to see what he thought about taking some time off to go and train rigorously. At first, he would be against it, halfway for selfish reasons and halfway for practical ones. Neji wouldn’t say outright that he would miss you, but it’s implied, since he tells you with uncharacteristic vigor about how taking missions from Konoha is one of the best ways to grow your skills.

After deliberating with a lot of other people, though, the Hokage herself included, you notice that Neji was the only voice of dissent. Everyone else thought that getting out of your home to experience new things without being bound by duty was a fantastic idea for your personal growth as a shinobi. Naturally, you would become suspicious, since you already had an inkling that Neji felt some sort of way towards you. He was ever so slightly nicer with you, he would fix your mistakes during training more kindly than with others, etc. And you have to say, if Neji does in fact have a crush on you, you feel the same way.

You hatch up a plan to confront Neji about this when you leave, and when the day comes, it’s genuinely a little nerve-wracking. What if you had guessed wrong? What if Neji was just giving you some genuine advice all of those years? And he really wasn’t treating you with any favoritism, you were just imagining it because you wanted to? It was too late to back down, though, when you were met face-to-face with Neji and were holding a gift bag with an intricately carved wooden bracelet that matched the one you always wore.

“Hey Neji, I’m leaving for training soon. I’ll be gone a long time, so I… wanted to give you this bracelet to remember me. It seemed like you didn’t want me to go, so I thought it would be appropriate to get you something to remember me by." You would say this to him, put the bag in his hands, and kiss him before he could even register what was going on. Your back would turn to him and start to leave. Neji would grab your hand with as much composure as possible before you could retreat too far, looking into your eyes and saying "Thank you," before letting you go.

Hyuga Hinata

Hinata experiences intense dismay when she learns that you're leaving. She hasn't even had the opportunity to talk to you more than pleasantries and discussion about training! Mainly because you seem to brush her off at every opportunity. But even with this kick to actually go up to you, Hinata is paralyzed by fear. You're her crush, what if you reject her? What if you hate her after she tries to just become your closer friend?

The same thoughts were running through your head. You really liked Hinata ever since your Academy days, but her aloof personality towards you made you think that she is scared of you, hesitant to even interact with you for some reason. So, you tended to keep your distance out of respect. But if you would be leaving for a year, it would be perfect for a coward like you to confess and then jump ship.

That is exactly what you planned, though it seemed rude to leave Hinata high and dry like that. Thus, you packaged a letter confessing your feelings with a gemstone bracelet that you managed to buy in the shopping district. It matched with your own, so you figured that if you came back and Hinata was wearing the bracelet, she reciprocated.

On the day you left, Hinata was beating herself up that she didn't have the guts to go up to you at the gate, only waving you goodbye with all of your friends. She was sulking in her room when a messenger bird picked on her window. Inside of the package it carried was a letter and a small gift.

Hinata, I'm dearly sorry for the way I'm about to do this. I really, really like you. I understand it's the coward's way out, sending you a letter like this after I've left Konoha for a year. But I get the impression that you are scared of me, so I held back for the past few years. Please, accept this gift, and if you return my feelings, wear it until I return so I can see it with you.

Of course, the day you return, Hinata is proudly displaying her bracelet that she never took off to you with a red blush across her cheeks. You lean in to kiss the blush away, but it only deepens as your lips grace her face.

[bemyawakening]

Heyy!! May I please request a platonic fic abt Simon (Ghost) with a younger sister reader basically FORCING him to watch movies with her when he gets off duty Imagine him watching movies like Mean Girls, twilight and disney movies. (I feel like he secretly loves mean girls...) Just Simon being a father figure to his teenage sister💔 Tysmmm!!

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X YOUNGER SISTER!READER (platonic)

I absolutely love this request! I believe he would be so soft with his little sister and protective, given his past. Let’s be honest, he would try the hardest to be the father his sister needed but never had.

word count: 1145

warnings: mentions of abusive household and trauma, mentions about depression, curse words

            You knew your brother killed people. He carried a burden on his shoulders, wanting to provide for you since you were the only family he has left. He perfectly knew that he was supposed to be a good, caring brother and not exchange you for a battlefield, but you understood him. You never asked for him to change even if every night of yours was haunted by the image of him dying.

           You couldn’t have another funeral.

           No idea when he was supposed to return, you spent your days quietly. The university had you clustered with work enough and at the weekends you worked in a little local bakery. Yet you were an outcast, just like your brother is, but you got used to living in a routine. You didn’t need people to survive, you didn’t need to feel any more negativity in your life. You were just trying to survive the pain your father has placed on you.

           Haunted by nightmares, a few of your nights were doomed. The therapy was working, at least helping you to get on with your days, but some night horrors would appear over and over again. You tried to meditate or read a book, but you couldn’t do anything, but be wrapped in a blanket, staring through the window.

           A distant noise alerted you. Opening the drawer beside the bed, you took out a knife – it was an instruction from Simon. Pushing the blankets off yourself, you embraced yourself—it will be fine. It was nothing. Moving through the opened bedroom door, you found yourself looking at a huge shadow and the sudden light made you squint your eyes.

           Simon was home.

           “Jesus Christ, Si,” you mumbled, placing the knife on the window sill and running to your brother.

           Watching his tired, tall frame respond to your presence, he offered you a soft smile. He never stepped into this house with his mask on. He never stepped into this house with his military clothes and equipment. He tried to keep you as far away from it as he could.

           “Sorry for waking you up,” he tiredly mumbled as you quickly hugged him.

           Every hug you two shared had a moment of longing. He could feel the fear in your arms as you would always squeeze him so tight, afraid to let go. He knew that you were afraid to lose him, but he indulged himself in a circle of violence from which wasn’t easy to get out. But you didn’t complain once, yet he understood everything.

           “Did you get hurt?” The tone in your voice told him that you haven’t slept yet.

           “Am fine,” he admitted, even if he did scrape his shoulder pretty badly, but he didn’t want you to worry. “Get back to bed, yeah?”

           “Get away from me with your orders,” you said, pulling away from him, giving him the look. “No Lieutenant shit in this house.”

           “Still older than you.”

           “Let’s just say you’re old overall,” you shrugged.

           Simon raised his eyebrows, oddly missing when you gave him that kind of attitude. Especially, since it reminded him that he could be Simon Riley here and not Lieutenant Ghost.

           Sharing a moment of silence, you cleared your throat: “You know what we have to do now.”

           Simon thought the battlefield was the worst that he has experienced. It was until he and you made a pact, that each time he will come back late at night, you two will watch a movie of your choice.

           “Please no—“

           “I’ll make tea and get snacks. There’s no going back now,” you instructed.  

           He always felt weird when you were so bossy, he was so used to giving instructions, that you giving him the exact same treatment showed him how similar you two were. “Alright, Lieutenant Black.”

           Your mouth dropped in pure surprise and anger: “Simon! It’s team Edward—we talked about this four-hundred times how can you even say tha—“

           “Yeah, yeah…” He shut his fingers in front of your mouth. “The man who sparkles like a fuckin’ disco ball.”

           “Because of this—we will watch Twilight,” you crossed your arms and saw the horror flash in his eyes.

           “No—“

           “Your own fault.” With these words, you gave him the look which meant your victory and you made your way to the kitchen.

           It was nice to have him back home. This house immediately didn’t feel so empty and every single sound didn’t scare you as much. It felt good taking out two mugs – his favourite, with a little cat drawn on it which you have gifted him for Christmas a few years ago.

           You quickly made two Earl Grey teas and put a splash of milk in his, knowing exactly the way he liked it. You grabbed a bag of chips and put them between your arm and your ribs as you grabbed the mugs and walked into the living room.

           Simon was already there, Netflix flashing on the screen as he was moving down through choices: “How about the Office?”

           “No.”

           The man sighed. It was harder to reason with you than with fucking soldiers. Grumbling, he typed Twilight into the search bar and pressed play. You placed the mug in front of him and you made your way to the couch beside him, placing the bag of chips between you two.

           As the movie started, you opened your mouth to begin Bella’s monologue that you knew by heart and he whined before you could say something: “I’ll scream if you’ll say it again.”

           “You’re a pain in the ass, can’t let me enjoy shit.”

           “Language, young lady.”

           “Eat ass.”

           “I raised you better,” he squinted his eyes.

           “As if you don’t curse. You called Edward, and I quote, ‘The man who sparkles like a fuckin’ disco ball’.”

           You got him there. When did you get so smart? He remembers when he was helping you with math homework and now you were already in a university, starting your life already. “You know, I’ll try to be home more often.”

           Averting your attention from the screen, you caught his eyes looking at you and you knew he was trying his best. You won’t ask him for more. “It’s alright,” you shook your head. “I just want you to come back home. That’s all.”

           “You know I will.”

           You nodded, knowing that your brother was a man of his word. He has never left you alone even if he could’ve left you alone. His love was unconditional and you have never doubted it. Both of you weren’t people of big, emotional words and this small reassurance was all you two needed.

           Simon was home. And on the same night, well, almost in the morning, you caught him reciting Edward’s speech at the wedding. Yeah, he hated this movie so much.

[yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon]

Taro Yamada

Name: Taro Yamada

Gender: Male

Class: 3-2

Club: N/A

Persona: Loner

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Strength: Incapable

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I think there's a lot wrong with Taro, starting with him as a character. He is entirely bland. He looks bland, acts bland, and his character is all over the place.

For instance- if he sees a body, he will run away, not even bothering to bring Osana with him, despite his love interests doing that for him. Additionally, nothing about him says that he would bother running up to an armed, masked killer and rip the mask off. Not only would I doubt that Taro would do that as a person, but I believe that any lonely coward would simply run away.

One thing that I'd like to do to make his character more interesting is to give him a goal, a hobby, or a particular liking. This in my story will be books. Or, more precisely, the stories he hears in books. Growing up reading them, he has an attachment to them and strives (internally) to become someone great someday.

Of course, he's since grown out of super hero's, but his mind is still impressionable enough to be convinced to do something unique and meaningful with his life. That's why I think that each rival should push him towards doing something with his life. Additionally, him being so open to exploring could explain why he would be so willing to get with anyone who confesses to him (so long as he's known them for more than a day).

I won't put all of my ideas right here, but they'll be underneath the cut instead.

With Osana, I feel like he always internally felt held back by her attitude. By no means does he think that she's a bad person, but part of him always felt obligated to listen to her constant bullying. This kept him from trying a lot of things as a child, and although he's grown out of such anxieties now, properly talking with her about how she acted after she confesses could help motivate him to try the things he never did as a child alongside Osana.

The club leaders (Amai, Kizana, Oka and Asu) would push him to follow their careers. I imagine that baking could be a simple but fulfilling career for him, acting could let out his inner child's wishes to act out what he can't actually be in real life. I'm not entirely sure what he would do in an Occult Club of all things, but I'm sure it could feed into his habit of reading. Maybe he could become some sort of theorist? With Asu, I'm sure getting in shape could help him be more confident whenever he tries to be heroic.

If I could trust Mida to pick a less flirtatious and illegal relationship with Taro, I'd say she could motivate him to become a teacher like her.

The medical field pays well and you have the potential to help many people. Not only could Muja help Taro learn this, but he would also love to have such a well-off job.

I'm sure Hanako's clinginess and paranoia kept Taro from doing many things - much like Osana, but maybe with her help, he could become a splendid family man? Maybe he'd work well with children. (Don't worry, I by no means want Hanako to be Clingy to "keep her brother to herself." I'll explain the details in a later post.)

Megami could certainly motivate him to become a detective. After surviving such a possibly traumatic event, there's no way you wouldn't want to learn how to point out and investigate things like this to avoid other incidents.

Additionally, all of these hopes could make Taro's mental health deteriorate by the end of the game. If you had these continous hopeful thoughts being shot down plus possible losing the chance to ve in romantic relationships with outstanding people only to figure out that it was because of some psychopath you bumped into once, I'm sure you'd lose yourself as well (depending on how much damage is truly done). This could all pile into a bad ending where Taro "eliminates" Aishi for potentially ruining his life- and even better partnering with Info-Chan possibly.

[yanderemommabean]

I NEED more Helana and Cain- I love the way they worry over their darling 💕❤️ in a creepy way but still.

“Good morning babe” Cain says groggily, kissing the top of your head and Helenas as she curls around you from behind, nuzzled into your back. “Think you can be a little nicer today? Biting people is kinky and all but you did some actual damage” 

“They’re still scared,” Helena yawns, sitting up to help move hair out of her face and yours. “It was the first time they had two partners. But honestly, I think we had more fun than anything”. 

You scowl as they talk about the attack last night as if it was some fun, kinky couple idea. You were made to be their plaything, made to climax against your will again and again. You were fed up in the beginning, able to rip a chunk out of both of them, but Helena just moaned and went harder with the strap on while Cain groaned and reveled in the attitude. 

When Cain got to have his fun, he showed you just how bad his own pain kink was. You were littered in bites, hickeys, red marks and more. They knew just how to push your limits in both pain and pleasure, taking you apart with maddening ease. 

Cain took you out of your little memory session with a kiss to your lips, a tired smirk on his face. “Didn’t hear a damn thing I said, did ya?” 

“...What?” you asked with an annoyed tone, feeling helena kiss up your naked shoulder as she curled around you again. “We were just talking about the rules again baby. No yelling, no fighting, no denying food and allowing us to wash you until you earn privacy again. We can’t trust you wont hurt yourself” 

“If you know i'm so miserable, enough to hurt myself, then you could..I don’t know...LET ME GO?!”

“Saw that one coming-” Cain sighs “ But no. We did all that hard work to get the police to think you’re dead and to put evidence in place for an unsolvable case, We can’t just let you go.” 

“That, and you wouldn’t be safe out there. We both love you, we know how to care for you and get you what you really need” Helena chimed in, securing your collar once again as you’re caught off guard. 

Damn. A good distraction, you’ll give them that. Now you’re once again stuck to just this room while they go about their daily lives, hiding you away so they can torment you at night. If you can call aggressively caring for someone torment, you suppose. 

“I’ll make breakfast today, get you some more protein, helena you wanna get their clothes ready? I can too if you got papers to work on first” 

Papers? Wait, was she still doing her law school work while holding you up like this?! 

You ignore the rest of their conversation, trying to soak in the fact they could live such normal lives while being absolutely psychotic. You were not only here against your will, you were here with people who are more than capable of hiding you and your fate from people. 

(I hope you liked this! Sorry if it’s a bit rushed! -Mommabean)

[jaecrivaine]

NCT AS TYPES OF PEOPLE

I found a thread of NCT as types of people on twitter YEARS ago and have since lost it BUT (with permission from that original twitter user) I started writing a few of them so here ya go! (Posting bc I need space in my google drive lmaoo)

Fluff!! Camp counselor!Haechan X Camp counselor!reader; ft. NCT Mark, WayV Kun, BLACKPINK Jennie, BLACKPINK Rose

CW: None! The most they do is kissing.

Hyuck: The boy you met at a summer camp who becomes your summer love

You all gathered in a circle on the grass field a little ways away from the cabins, per your boss’ request. Making sure all of your troop were situated and awaiting further instructions, you allowed your eyes to wander around the circle. Some faces were familiar to you, while others weren’t. 

“Alright!” Kun, the camp leader, and your boss clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s start with a fun ice breaker so we can get to know everyone, does that sound fun?” All the little ones cheered at his statement, and you felt a smile grow on your face as you watched him go through the routine you’ve watched him go through many times before. You loved working with Kun, he had a knack for working with kids. He had the patience of a saint and always had such a positive attitude. 

“Okay, since this is a big group, how about we let your troop leaders introduce themselves first! These are the people that will be making sure you’re all having fun during the next three weeks, so make sure to treat them well!” Kun motioned for all of you to get up, and you took that moment to see who you had worked within the previous summers. 

You smiled as you locked eyes with Jennie, you two had met a couple of summers ago and you found out that despite her shy personality, she was one of the most bubbly people you met while working here. Her friend Rosie was here too, standing a little to your left, surrounded by the group of kids that she would be watching over during camp. You noticed quite a few of the little boys had taken a liking to her already. 

There were two new faces, however, one of whom you had only worked with last summer and the other who you assumed was spending his first summer here. “Mark,” Kun spoke up, and you followed his gaze back to the boy who had been here last summer, “why don’t you start us off!”

He cleared his throat and nodded at Kun. “Hi, I’m Mark! And I, um, I started last summer, some of you already came up and said you recognized me so that’s pretty cool. Uh...yeah! I hope we have a blast this summer!” Mark introduced himself, it was a bit awkward but that’s what made him cuter. 

“Hi! I’m Donghyuck! I joined this summer because Mark said he had so much fun with all of you last time, and I wanted to have fun with you guys too!” He smiled brightly at the kids and waved. He was kind of cute, you had to admit. After both of them, you introduced yourself, and Jennie and Rosie went after you. 

“I saw the way you were looking at him,” Jennie wasted no time in coming up to bust you, giggling as you looked at her in mild shock. “Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone else noticed. Except maybe Rose, we talked about it before coming here.” Rosie waved at you with a giggle, nodding to confirm that she had indeed caught onto your little crush. Before you could reply, Kun came over to the three of you, clapping a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, did you want me to set you two up?” He asked quietly with a laugh. You groaned, realizing that almost everyone had caught you gawking at the new kid. 

As the week went on, your three friends kept pushing you and Hyuck together, trying to get you to talk. However, he seemed pretty quiet and you were way too flustered to have a proper conversation. You both exchanged a few words despite this and quickly became friendly with one another. 

“Hey y/n, come sit with us!” Mark called over to you. Of course, by now Mark was in on ‘operation get y/n and Hyuck to fall in love’. You walked over to the bench they were sitting at, having a casual conversation before Mark went to go check on one of his troop kids who you all suspected was either about to cry or hit someone. 

“So, you know, Mark isn’t the best person at keeping secrets,” Hyuck broke the silence, his eyes never leaving his kids. “I know you think I’m cute.” 

You stuttered, not knowing how to respond. Here you all were, thinking you were being subtle but that wasn’t the case. “Don’t worry,” he glanced over at you, giggling at the look on your face. “I think you’re pretty cute too.” 

“Oh,” was all you could say. This caused Hyuck to laugh even louder. He grabbed your hand, convincing Mark to keep an eye on his troop and Jennie to watch over yours. 

“So, you think I’m cute?” You plucked up any courage you had, sending him a cheeky smile as you saw his cheeks turn the slightest bit pink. He whined about you teasing him, causing you to burst into laughter at how cute he was. Then, all laughing stopped. 

He kissed you. 

After that, you two were inseparable. He had called you quite a few nights in a row so that the two of you could talk, but it was mostly Mark complaining that it was gross to listen to his friend be so cute with someone, while Jennie and Rosie gushed over the both of you every minute of the calls. You two would sit together every chance you got, share stolen kisses and knowing glances, even your troops had figured it out. 

However, to you, it felt that the summer had gone by quicker than it had started. You found out that Hyuck was roommates with Mark a few cities away from you. Every time you had voiced your concerns, Hyuck tried to convince you that the two of you could work despite the distance. "I could come and visit you, or you could come and stay with Mark and me when you have breaks! I swear, we can make this work. I swear," he never failed to send you his best puppy dog eyes, and on the last day, you caved.

"Okay, we'll try it out. Nothing serious though! Just...casual. I'll come to visit you and Mark when I can." He and Mark both high fived in pride at the accomplishment.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Hyuck gave you a short but passionate kiss as you all said your goodbyes. "I'll be seeing you soon, okay? Call you when I get home!"

You waved him off, not knowing if this summer love would be something that continued into the coming seasons. You did know, however, that this was one summer you wouldn't be forgetting any time soon.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Laito Dark [08]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Laito: Haah...I’m kind of exhausted. A lot went down today after all. 

Yui: Right. But...I can’t believe someone who just came to visit, died right after...I’m shocked about it being Richter-san as well. 

Laito: Really? He brought it upon himself, so I don’t see why you’d need to feel down about it? 

Yui: That’s easier said than done...

Laito: Humans really are a mystery to me. Or maybe you’re just too good for this world? 

Yui: I think I’m pretty average? 

Laito: No way.

It’s quite impressive you haven’t lost your ability to feel empathy after living amongst Demons for so long. 

As to be expected of the Eve selected by none other than that man himself. 

Yui: ( I don’t think he means that as a compliment. I’m sure he’s trying to get under my skin. )

Laito: The silent treatment? You’ve got nothing to say back to me? 

Yui: I mean, there’s nothing I can say.

Laito: Nfu~ 

Yui: I believe you are right...I’m one of those hypocrites you loathe oh-so much. 

Laito: You’ll admit to it?

Yui: It’s the truth after all...

Laito: Hmー...

Laito: Yet you choose not to criticize me for my actions or words? Even though they might hurt or trouble others? 

Yui: ...Do you want me to criticize you? 

Laito: Fufufu...You should hear yourself.

My cold attitude must have really hurt you.  

Yui: ( Just like I thought, he’s purposely trying to keep me at a distance... )

Laito: If this technique proves to be so effective, perhaps I should bully you even more. 

If I do that, you will most definitely start thinking of me even more ...Wait, no. 

I will have complete control over you. ...How nice. That doesn’t sound half bad. 

ー He steps closer

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...

Laito: What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? 

Yui: Don’t worry.

Laito: ...Eh? 

ー She embraces him

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“You won’t leave me even if I’m cold to you? Geez, you’re so noble, Bitch-chan~”

“Geez, Bitch-chan...You keep on saying all the right things to upset me.”

Yui: Rest assured. I will accept you, no matter what.

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: I’ve made up my mind. Ever since I fell in love with you.

Laito: Bitch-chan...?

Yui: Still, I completely lost sight of that resolve. 

Laito: ...Ah...

Yui: I’m sorry for everything. 

Laito: ...Fufufu. These results exceed even my expectations. 

I’m surprised. I didn’t know that love was also capable of robbing people of their freedom and instead restrict them. 

Yui: I am not being restricted at all. This is my own free will. 

Laito: ...Is that so? After all, you are only saying those things now because I pushed you away.

I don’t see how that’s any different from being restricted...?

ー Laito tries to push her away

*Thud* 

Yui: ...Laito-kun!!

Laito: ーー Don’t lie. 

Yui: ...I’m not lying. 

Laito: You can accept me? Don’t spout such nonsense. 

Yui: ...Why do you think I’m lying?

Laito: I just know.

Yui: ( You say that...Because you don’t trust me. ...Although, I suppose I’m the one who gave you a reason to doubt me? )

( No, perhaps I’ve just been living a lie this whole time... )

( Perhaps I was the only one who thought we had grown closer. )

Yui: ...I understand. If that’s what you believe...Put me to the test. 

Laito: What are you saying? Bluffing has never saved anyone. 

Yui: Don’t run away...Please!

Laito: Heeh. Okay then. If you insist. 

I shall test you. 

Yui: ( ...This might all be for nothing but...Still... )

Laito: You might end up in tears and begging for my mercy? But even so, I won’t stop. 

Yui: Ugh...

( I wonder what kind of response would satisfy him...? )

Selection

→ Bring it on. (❦)

Yui: Bring it on.

Laito: Nfu~ Nice. Like you’re willing to just risk it all.

Well then, I’ll do as you wish. 

Yui: ( ...There’s no turning back now...But... )

( If he actually goes all out...Will I...be able to withstand it? )

→ I think you might want to switch that around.

Yui: I think you might want to switch that around.

Laito: Eh? In other words...I’ll be the one in tears begging for your mercy? 

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Laito: Nfufu~ Nice. I can’t get enough of that. You’re making me shudder. 

Go ahead, Bitch-chan. Make me gasp for air. 

I was feeling irritated up until just now but...Now I’m kind of excited. 

Yui: ( ...He’s getting a kick out of it...But now’s not the time for this... )

( Or rather, if he actually holds nothing back...Will I be able to withstand it? )

Yui: ( Still, I’m the one who brought it up. I can no longer back away. )

Laito: ーー Okay, in that case...

ー He opens the window

Laito: Let’s hit the road right away.

Yui: ...Where are we going? 

Laito: Nfu~ You’ll see when we get there. Come on, let’s leave through the window.

ー Laito lifts her into his arms

*Rustle*

Yui: ...

( I have a really bad feeling about this. )

( I might have really said something crazy. ) 

( No, but even so, Iーー )

Monologue

I want Laito-kun to open his heart to me. So I decided to take the gamble. 

Because I truly thought that if he wanted to test me, he should just do so. 

Since I hoped that perhaps, that’ll get the message across,

and make him realize that I have not been lying, 

nor am I simply saying whatever is convenient to me. 

Speaking of which, something similar (同じようなこと) happened in the past as well. 

Laito-kun wrote love off as nothing but an illusion which doesn’t actually exist,

because he didn’t believe in it himself. 

I believe that this case is no different from that. 

It is due to his traumatic past, 

which has left Laito-kun unable of believing in non-tangible emotions,

as he can only perceive those things which he physically feels as real.

If that’s the case, then I must make up my resolve (覚悟),

and stick with him.

Because I told myself, that I would accept him as a whole.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[peachymilkandcream]

Evelyn struggled way too hard that she ended up accidentally hitting him.

Levi x Evelyn -> There Are No Accidents

(A/N: Now this, this, I love this. Let's freaking get itttt)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Evelyn rushed in the door, slamming it behind her to keep him out, anything to keep him out. Words couldn't describe how angry she was at that moment, a moment later when the door swung open and shut just as violently she knew Levi wasn't having her temper. His footsteps catching up to hers easily as he spun her around.

"The fuck do you think you're doing walking away from me?"

"What do you mean? You think I would seriously stay and be humiliated like that?"

"Oh humiliating you, get over yourself, of course I'd talk about what I do with you."

"And I'm not going to just sit there and take it, which is why I left, and you can think whatever you want."

"And you publicly embarrassed me, what are people going to think when they find out I can't even control my wife? Your shitty attitude has made my reputation crumble already, and with these stunts I'll be lucky to even have it!"

"Oh no, I'd hate to ruin your precious reputation, oh you poor baby." Sarcasm drips off her tongue.

Levi grabs her wrist in his hand. "Don't you ever talk back to me you uptight bitch, you're practically begging for a punishment now. But if you ask for my mercy maybe I'll be merciful enough to forgive you this once."

"Shut your fucking mouth, I'll take my punishment instead of grovelling to someone like you."

"I wouldn't worry about that, you'll get it soon enough with the way you're going." His grip tightens, fingers digging into her skin.

"Let go of me it hurts!" She struggles slightly.

"I thought you said you could take my punishment?" He smirked, doing nothing but continuing to squeeze her arm.

She struggles more, pulling with all her might. "It hurts!"

Out of amusement, he releases the grip on her hand slightly, to see what she'll do. But the force of her struggling mixed with the momentum causes her to slap him across the face.

Both of them freeze a moment in shock, him because he had never felt her hand against him besides base struggling. And her because she knew how much trouble she'd be in now, there was no way Levi would let her off with just a warning. The reality of what she had just done, even by accident, sunk in, there's no telling what he'd do.

Levi takes a second, collecting his thoughts and gaining his composure before his expression turns to one of rage.

"How dare you." He grabs her by the neck, squeezing.

She claws at his hand on her throat, trying to choke out 'I didn't mean to's and apologies. Anything to get him to calm down so his temper wouldn't cost her her life.

"You fucking cunt, I could kill you right now for doing that to me. After all the things I do for you, you do this shit to me?"

He throws her down, kicking her head over and over, he was going to do it, he was going to beat her within an inch of her life. Then she'd learn her lesson, that with a proper fucking then she'd come to respect him again. She learn her place was under his heel.

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When she came back to consciousness, all she could process was pain. At lease two of her bones was broken, what else was damaged she wasn't sure. The next thing she registered was Levi inside of her, holding her broken body up enough to push himself inside. Pleasure was non-existent, it was only agony as he took Evelyn over and over, his only form of claiming her and teaching her the role he forced upon her was filling her womb.

Levi finally was satisfied after what seemed like centuries, leaving her filled and worn body. Maybe now she'd understand what her place was to him, a breeding machine to be the equivalent of his servant. Giving him children until he was satisfied, pleasuring him within a moment's notice at anytime simply because she should.

He'd get her a doctor to be sure, he wouldn't want anything to heal badly. But the pain would be a good reminder while she was on bed rest, only able to serve him sexually. However as a sign that his wrath had cooled and he forgave her he gave her a small kiss on the forehead.

"I love you my sweet wife.."

[chaotic-super]

Luthor's U-turn

Supercorptober Day 11 - Forest

“Why would anyone want to host a gala in the middle of the forest?”

Lena scoffs. “We’re hardly in the middle of the forest, just merely on the outskirts.”

“In my eyes, if they have to have armed guards out in case wild animals attack, we’re in the middle of the forest.” Kara retorts, walking along the edge of the trees away from the fading sound of the music playing.

Lena walks alongside her, smiling at Kara’s attitude. She knows that it’s just because she doesn’t like being at galas, being surrounded by snobby rich people that look down on everyone they meet that does have at least few million in their bank account.

When they get far enough away that they can only just hear the terrible music, they stop, making sure they keep the lights from the place in their view so they can get back if they are attacked by a bear or something.

“You want to sit on those rocks over there?” Lena asks, pointing to some rocks wedged between the trees. They have to climb a couple of low branches to get up there, but both manage it with very little difficulty, even in their fancy dresses and heels.

Only once they reach the top and take a seat with their legs swinging down from the side do they realize how cold they are away from the smothering bodies of the other guests. “It’s freezing out here, only crazy rich people have parties in places like this.”

“Don’t let them hear you calling it a party, anything less than ‘gala’ or ‘professional gathering’ would get you publicly hanged.” Lena accentuates the official words by making goofy little quotation marks with her fingers.

“I know you’re joking but I wouldn’t put it past the majority of those people.” Kara pulls her lips down into a frown and pretends to look scared, even going as far as to bring her hands up to mime biting her fingernails in a panic.

Lena just ignores her for the most part, letting a small smile sit on her face as she just lets Kara keep her in a good mood. Her face suddenly drops though. “Why are you cold? You don’t get cold, Kara.”

Kara’s eyes shift away, and her playful demeanour slips away. “I – uh…may have solar flared last night.”

“What the hell were you thinking coming here? My mother is in that gala somewhere and while we have managed to avoid her thus far, we don’t know what the rest of the night will bring. She would love an opportunity to get a steak knife into a vulnerable Supergirl.”

Kara nods along, an awkward jolt to the movements. “I would expect her to be more of a poison kind of gal, I wouldn’t take her to like the messy aftermath of a stabbing.”

“She wouldn’t mind so much if it was in someone’s back.” Lena deadpans, her eyes sharp and glaring. She doesn’t appreciate how jovially Kara is acting when her life could be in danger.

Lena’s happy to see that Kara has the sense to look a little bit more serious after that. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I was just looking forward to coming here with you and didn’t want you to worry so I was hoping to just get through it without anything going massively wrong.”

“You were willing to put yourself in danger just so you could come to a boring event with me? Why?” Lena questions, her head tilting the way a confused puppy’s would.

Kara just nods. “You’re my favourite person, I thought that would be obvious by now.”

Lena has no idea what to do with that, aware of how strong their feeling for each other are but afraid of pushing the relationship to be too much too fast, but for now, it’s probably a good idea for them to head back up to civilisation. “Alright, let’s head back up and hope they still have some alcohol left, ooh speaking of, you can drink without needing it to be anything special so if my mom has left by the time we get back, I want to see you drink. You have no idea how much I want to see how red your cheeks will get.”

“How do you go from protective to mean in less than a minute?”

“It’s a real talent.”

With a shake of her head, Kara slides forward off the rock, letting herself drop down a few feet and bracing her fall at the bottom. As soon as she steadies herself, she turns towards Lena and offers to help her down, holding onto her to slow her descent.

Lena happily accepts and slides into Kara’s waiting arms, finding her even more attractive knowing she can catch her even when she doesn’t have her superstrength.

They clasp their hands together with a loose grip as they walk, only separating when they are close enough to the gala to be seen. As much as they are confident in their relationship, being public to their friends and family is a lot different to being public to people they don’t know.

They don’t seem to have a lot of luck on their side tonight though because they barely get one step onto the makeshift floor that have been put down for the outdoor event before the one and only Lillian Luthor appears, dressed to the nines.

“Hello, Lena.”

“Hello, Mother.”

“What, no hug?” Lillian holds her arms out in offering.

Lena crosses her arms, showing her that she isn’t in the mood for games. “I’d be worried you found a way to make your skin acidic.”

“I hadn’t but that’s a great idea. You are a Luthor after all. However, I was hoping to talk to you.”

“I thought that was what we were already doing, Mother.”

Lillian nods, looking slightly accepting of Lena and her actions, something that doesn’t happen often. “We haven’t spoken properly in a long time, not since everything that happened with Lex and well, I’ve heard it’s perfectly normal for an aging woman to have regrets.”

Lena quirks an eyebrow. “So what? You want forgiveness? Or maybe you want us to pretend to be a happy family when we both know that’s not something that is or ever will be in the cards for us?”

Lillian takes a seat at the nearest empty table, offering both women to sit with the wave of her hand. “Please, sit with me. I know that there is years of betrayals and poor judgement within our family and while I can’t change it, I can change how I act now. I don’t want to be the bad guy, Lena.”

“You could’ve fooled me. You can’t just pretend you haven’t done the things you have and try to be the good guy now that your precious baby boy is rotting in a cell.”

“I know I can’t.” Lillian ducks her head in what almost looks like shame. “However, I have come to the conclusion that I have lost my son because of my actions and my influence, and I would very much like to prevent that from happening with my daughter. You’re all I have left and despite everything, I do love you, Lena.”

Kara takes Lena’s hand beneath the table, unwilling to leave her side. She doesn’t know what Lillian’s goal is but whatever happens after this, it will be Lena’s call and she will back her up 100%.

“Mother, what do you really want?”

“I want a relationship with my daughter, in whatever form that may be. Like I said, I can’t change the past, but I can mould the future. I don’t want to miss my daughter’s wedding or the birth or my grandchildren or family Christmases, not anymore. I want a real family, something that we never managed to achieve before.”

Lena pins her gaze to the tablecloth. “I don’t think I can trust you.”

“I’m not asking for your trust, I’m asking for a chance to let me earn it, something I should have done long ago.”

Lena looks deep into Lillian’s eyes, trying to figure out exactly what she wants but can’t see anything past the tears building in her mother’s eyes, a sight she hasn’t seen before. “I wouldn’t even know what that looks like.”

“Well, I suppose a good place to start would be by letting me congratulate the pair of you on your budding relationship. I may not have even been the biggest fan of you, Kara, or your other persona, but you have always kept my daughter safe, so thank you for that.”

Kara clears her throat. “Thank you, Ms Luthor.”

“I suppose that if you’re going to be my daughter-in-law someday, you should call me Lillian.” She forces a smile, still not a fan of the supers, or aliens in general but she’s working on it.

“Well then, thank you, Lillian. However, I hope that you understand that the choice is completely up to Lena and I’m going to support her decision on this, whatever that may be.”

Lillian lifts her chin, examining the Kryptonian briefly before giving her a single nod in approval. “I suppose you are quite well fitted to my daughter, all things considered. You don’t need it, but I want you to know that you have my blessing, even if that means nothing to you.”

Lena and Kara share a look, one where they are both looking for answers from the other, but both really quite confused by the whole interaction.

“I can see that I’ve given you a lot to think about, so I’ll give you time. You have my contact details so please, if you ever have it in your heart to give me a second chance, get in touch. Enjoy your night, ladies.” With that Lillian takes her leave, taking one last glance over her shoulder as she heads to the line of cars waiting to take people home.

Kara turns in her seat to face Lena properly. “Do you think she was being sincere?”

“I don’t know but I’d like to have a couple of drinks and process it all tomorrow.”

“Whatever you need, I’ll grab the drinks.”

Lena grabs Kara’s hand as she stands and pulls her back down into her chair. “Hey, Kara.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad she didn’t stab you.”

“Me too.”

[angeliccstories]

Fatal Disaster

      I’m tired of all this. I’m not taken into consideration and the way he treats me is horrible. I don’t know how much I can take. I have given my life to this man and all he does is abuse me. My parents named me Stacy so my life may be fruitful but the life I am living right now seems to be taking a lot more away than giving. “Stace hello, are you okay? Can you hear me?” I can hear Leah talking but my lips can’t even move to answer her. I am way too distraught by everything that’s been going on. “Stacy, earth to Stacy hello.” I finally replay “Yes Leah what, how can I help?” She goes on with her questions, simple irritating me. “What’s going on with you, this is not like you. You’ve been so out of touch to the point where I’ve forgotten who you are. You don’t call or come by the house anymore what’s going..” I interrupt and say “Please I’m just tired and extremely pregnant that’s all.” Leah answers “Yeah I can understand that but this is not like you, pregnant or not. You did not act this weird when you were pregnant with Talia. TT is getting older I don’t think she should see you like this. Look at your place, it’s a mess. Please tell me what’s wrong?” At this point I have this despairing look on my face and I say “Leah I really don’t have the energy to talk about this right now, just leave it.” And she replies “Stace I’ve been your best friend for more than 10 years. I know you better than you know yourself. This is not like you. Where is Michael? Why isn’t he here taking care of you or at least hire someone to help? This is ridiculous.” I mean she’s right, Michael is never here and when he is we’re either fighting or he’s putting his hands on me. I don’t even know how I’ve carried this baby to full term without complications or a miscarriage. And I can only imagine how my daughter feels. I really wish I could just run but who will take care of us? I have nothing but this house, my dad is gone and I have no other family. I'm stuck. Sometimes I truly wish my mom wasn’t such a dead beat. I wish I knew why she left, maybe I can understand why my self esteem is so low because it definitely doesn’t come from my father. My dad was loved by the people around him. Confident, fearless, and resilient and now that I'm going through this difficult time I can’t even go to him for safety. He would of killed Michaels giant ego and disrespect before it could even get to this point. “Stacy your mind is wondering again, I'm worried about you.” I respond “I’ll be fine Leah, honestly you’re stressing me out so I think you should leave before Mike gets home.” She gets frustrated and yells “NO, I'm not leaving until I talk to him!!” At this point I had no choice but to push her out of my home to refrain her from talking anymore. I hate the fact that I'm treating my best friend like dirt but right now it’s not the time because he will be home soon.

     Now I'm trying to gather myself together because Michael is about to get home from work. I hate the anxiety I have to endure knowing that he comes home every night with a different attitude. As soon as I hear the keys jingle at the door I prepare for whatever is about to happen. Michael walks in and goes straight to the bathroom. He yells out “Bring me some toilet paper, why do I always have to remind you what to do? I bring him the toilet paper and after he’s finished he walks out and slaps me. I quickly fell to my knees and started sobbing. “Michael why do you do this to me when all I want to do is love you. I'm nothing but good to you and you treat me like trash. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” And per usual he feels guilty and tries to apologize. “Baby I'm so sorry, I had a long day. But you should know better than to upset me.” I look at him with so much hate in my heart. How can he blame me for his abusive actions. How did I end up here? We used to me so in love, I didn’t have a care in the world when he would look at me and say “You’re my princess and I will never let you down.” The love he showed me at first was the love I felt from my father. I thought he was a good man but unfortunately I was wrong and ended up with a maniac. I mean, who hits a pregnant woman? Michael doesn’t take me out anymore, he doesn’t buy me nice things, or even give me words of love and encouragement. I guess it was all a trick to get me right where he wanted me. I swear if he puts his hands on me one more time I'm going to lose it, I am so close to the edge. He grabs my hand to help me up and says “Stacy if only you knew the day I had. Please fetch me some food I'm starving.” I just stood there with a sinister look. “I said NOW , hurry up!” he’s back to yelling at me. I wish there was a way we could fix all this but at this extent I have enabled him for way to long and I don’t think he will change. I love him with all my heart but at what cost.

     It’s the next morning and I wake up bright and early. I take a shower and clean myself up. I have decided to no longer live like this, I deserve better for me and my children. Talia walks in to the kitchen and sits down as I serve her breakfast. The sadness in her eyes brings a fire out in me. I know and she knows that her father is good for nothing. I just thank God that he hasn’t put his hands on her, so I think. She looks up at me and asks “Is dad up yet?” I replied “No baby why do you ask?” Now her look of sadness has turned into fear. “Mom I have to tell you something.” Okay at this point I'm worried and I don’t know what disaster this could be. Nothing good ever happens to us. With love and compassion I ask “What is it baby? Talk to me and tells me what’s wrong.” I can tell by the way her body is shaking that this is bad news. I fear what she’s about to say next. “TT I need you to talk and tell me, now come on speak. I didn’t teach you to be silent.” At that very moment I thought being married to Michael was the worst thing I could of ever done, but what I was about to hear next was ten times worse. “Mom, dad came in my room last night while you were asleep.” My eyes get wide. “Your room? What did he go in your room for? What happened ?” Before she could even tell me I already knew what was next. “Mom he came in my room and and..” in desperation I yell “And what Talia!?” She covers her ears and says “He forced himself on me mom, he touched me. And he made sure to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. Mom he’s been doing this ever since I turned 15, I'm scared mom I can’t take it. Everything that he does to you, to this family. Mom we need to leave, we need to leave mom please I'm begging you.” I zone out, all I hear are the cries of my daughter and my heart thumping out of my chest. I no longer can shed a tear because right now all I feel is rage. And with a calm voice I tell my daughter to go to her room, lock the door, call her aunty Leah and put her headphones as loud as she can. I didn’t want my daughter to hear what was about to go down. I'm done, he has caused enough pain to this family and I won’t allow it anymore.

     While all this is going on Michael is still sound asleep as if his priorities are in order. Although we were still together we were no longer a family. I felt my blood boiling, rising up to the highest temperature. I took my pepper spray because the monster that I have created was going to pay the biggest price of them all. I storm into the room, “WAKE UP MICHAEL! WAKE THE HELL UP!” He jumps out his sleep “Woman have you lost your damn mind, do you want me to get out this bed?” I look at him as if he’s already dead to me “Please, please do so I can finally show you what it feels like.” He looked at me with confusion as if he was hearing things, “What did you just say?” I pull the blanket off him with aggression and slowly whispered “Get out of that bed because I'm about to kill you.” He jumps out and tries to hit me but I quickly pepper sprayed him. Michael starts screaming in agony but to be honest I don’t really care. “What happened to you Michael? Why have you done this to us?” he tries to get up to hit me again but I already had the bat in my hand and I whacked him in the leg. I start crying hopelessly, “Why Michael, what kind of man does this to their daughter? YOU’RE SICK. You need help. Talia told me what you did you sick asshole!” He doesn’t give up and tries to attack me again and this time he charged at me like a line backer and we both fell down the stairs, all the while I'm holding my stomach praying that my baby is okay. “She’s lying!” Michael says with a shaky voice. “Don’t lie to me, it will only make me more angry.” I grab the bat from the end of the stairs and start beating him with it. And this time I kept going, I didn’t stop. It’s like something came over me, all the anger I dealt with on my own for the last 8 years was finally spilling out. “AHH Stacy STOP PLEASE.” He cries out “Oh now you’re the one begging me to stop? What happened when I pleaded over and over again for you to stop? Where was the sympathy then?” I kept hitting him some more until I seen blood gushing out from his head. I finally felt relief when I just saw him laying there. I even smiled, I was free, at last I can breathe again. Next thing you know I hear the door opening, I turn around and its Leah. She walks in and closes the door faster than I swung that bat. “Stacy oh my God.” I walk over to the couch as Leah sees that I'm covered in blood and Michael is lying lifeless. She goes to check on Talia and tells her not to come out her room. While Leah walks around anxiously looking for the phone to call 911 I tell her “Sit down we need to talk.”

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny. 

TW: Yandere themes, breeding kink (our villain is ready to make the reader a mommy), dub con 

AN: literally just took Hero All Might and flipped him upside down. So baseline form is big buff boi and villain form is lanky but retains the strength.

Single father with a nine month old child, seeking live in nanny services. Negotiable pay. Negotiable time off/vacation days.

Toshinori was impressed with your interview. You had over 8 years of experience working with children between babysitting and working at a day care. Plus Izuku took to you immediately. It was just a bonus that you were easy on the eyes.

You agreed to begin immediately, trying not to let on that you were in desperate need of money and a place to stay. You didn't have much to move in. And, in comparison to the huge room you had been given, it seemed like you owned even less. You figured your new boss must get paid well. His house was huge, the largest you'd ever been in.

Your room was next to baby Izuku's. Settling in to a routine with the baby was easy. You weren't sure exactly what your employer did for a living, his schedule was sporadic, he would be in and out throughout the day. Whenever he was available he would stop by to love on the infant. It was clear that he was doing his best as a single parent, but house keeping wasn't his strong suit. You tried your best to help out with the chores and grocery shopping, after all he was paying you graciously and giving you a roof over your head.

The only bump in the road so far has been getting Toshinori's permission to take the little one on walks through the nearby park. According to the father, errands were one thing but what was the point of going to park? Izuku can't even walk, there wouldn't be any benefit. Eventually you convinced him, after rambling about how good it is for babies to be exposed to different levels of stimulation. You could show Izuku the ducks and dogs, plus he could see all the pretty spring time flowers.

The older man was worried, he feared that his child, and you for that matter, would be targeted by his enemies. Plenty of low life's would love to make a move against the notorious villain. But you wore down his resolve. So long as you would tell him before you went. Thankfully he could play it off as being a bit of a helicopter dad. He always has a spare crony he could send out there to watch over you two.

---

"What are you both doing," your bosses laugh filled the air.

You were in a very flattering position, palms on the floor stretching through your hips, ass hiked up with a tempting arch to your back. Then you pushed yourself forward, giving the giggling baby raspberries before returning to your original position.

"Baby yoga!" You smiled, oblivious to the growing bulge in the villains pants. "Right now we're doing downward facing dog and cobra."

He watched you cycle through the motions, hypnotized by your movements.

You took such good care of him and his baby. Ever since you got here you went above and beyond (very plus ultra of you). You even packed his meals to go when he had to rush off to a job. And you did it all with a smile and his kid bouncing away at your feet. The man allowed his mind to drift to the thought of you with his babies, Izuku on your hip and your round belly ready to pop.

You made an amazing nanny but you would make an even better housewife.

---

It wasn't until a week after Izuku's birthday that you learned about your bosses occupation. You were at the park and a stranger approached you to coo over Izuku.

"Such a little cutie, this is Toshi's kid, right?"

That caught you off guard, how did this person know Toshinori? You knew he was a protective dad and there something about this woman felt off.

"Well, either way, this is for you," she smiled as she passed you a manila envelope. "A little birdie wants you to have it."

You skeptically eyed the parcel as the woman disappeared through the park. You shoved it into Izuku's diaper bag before rushing back home.

You decided to peek into the envelope after settling 'Zuku down for the night. You curled onto the chair in his nursery, using his nightlight too sift through the documents. Various photos of Toshinori, your employer, amongst high profile criminals. Photos of the most terrifying villain among his infamous exploits. And finally a piece of paper with a single web address and access code. This was the most damning piece of evidence, All Might - the villain himself - joking amongst his companions before transforming into the man you knew as Izuku's father. Without this video you would have never even guessed. All Might was known for his unassuming nature, his slender frame concealing his god-like strength. Still he looked terrifying, like make children cry type terrifying. Toshinori on the other hand was massive but his sunny attitude made him approachable. For all these months you had been working for a criminal. A criminal with a child. You had been living with him, laughing and raising a baby, taking care of him and his family. Oh god, your late night fantasies of your boss, a total DILF, were fantasies of a sadistic monster.

The betrayal and shame brought you to tears. You should call the cops. Take Izuku far away from this place, from being exposed to his fathers atrocities. But you were torn, he was a good dad, he always put his son first and provided him with only the best. He would tear the world apart for Izuku even if he had to put a target on your back. You shook as you muffled your cries, trying not to wake the baby you cared so much for. Eventually you wrote yourself out, falling asleep in the nursery.

By the time Toshinori made it home it was close to two in the morning. As usual he tip toed into his sons room, shocked to find you curled up in the rocker asleep. He was quiet, surprisingly more so than in his slender form. As you made his way to wake you he was surprised to see your phone still unlocked, you had fallen to sleep with that video on loop. Underneath your phone was the envelope, he didn't need to look to know what was inside. He hadn’t woken either of you, managing to shut off your phone and pick you up with or so much as a peep. He decided rather quickly that he would wait for you to make the first move. At least in the mean time he could pretend you didn't care about his lifestyle and that you wouldn't try to leave him or his son.

"Toshinori," you mumbled as he was about to settle you into your bed. You were half asleep and groggy from crying.

"Go back to sleep, darling, it's late," he paused to sway with you, just like he did when putting down 'Zuku for a nap. He was shocked that it worked and finally escaped your room. You let him lull you back to sleep, further affirming his belief that you would stay.

---

The next morning you creeped downstairs. Izuku wasn't in his crib, meaning Toshinori was him. You found them both in the kitchen. The sight of the pair would usually warm your body but now shivers radiated down your spine.

"Look who's up, buddy, say good morning," he bounced the child, beaming like the happiest father.

Taking a deep breath you decided to rip off the band aid. "Mr Toshinori, I have to resign."

His pause was so long you wondered if he heard you.

"Did the video upset her that much, Zuzu?"

He looked at you with the same warmth he always did. "There's no need to be formal, you were fine calling me Toshi just the other day. Take a seat, I made pancakes, just like you like'em."

You complied, his unchanged demeanor intimidating you into submission.

"There's no need for you to quit," he started. "Nothing has changed aside from your level of awareness."

"I can't work for you knowing that you hurt people."

At that his smile faltered, "Darling, if you truly felt that way, you wouldn't be here. You would've slipped out early this morning."

You were silent. He was right, in a way. Trapped between what was right and what was best for Izuku. You'd never be able to do anything about your boss's criminal activity, even if you did and All Might was locked away, Izuku would suffer the most.

"Give yourself a few days to adjust, okay? If you still want to quit after that, we can reassess."

There's was a glint in his eyes that hinted he wasn't asking.

---

"I'll be back this evening," Toshinori told you a as he kissed Izuku's forehead. He was uncomfortably close as he returned the baby to your lap. "There's plenty of groceries so you don't need to go out today. I have a coworker out front, so don’t worry if you see someone outside."

"What are they doing?"

He placed a hand on the top of your hair, petting you like some cat.

"He'll just keep an eye on things. I need someone to make sure you stay put."

---

A week flew by with your employer pushing off the discussion of your resignation. He wouldn’t leave you unsupervised so just walking away wasn’t an option, besides could you really leave Izuku? 

Then the child came down with some type of bug and was absolutely miserable for several days. You couldn’t get much sleep as a result, even if his father was home for most of the day. 

---

Izuku finally fell asleep around three in the morning. You napped beside his crib out of fear he would wake up if you so much as changed positions.

Then you woke in Toshi's arms as he carried you down the hall.

"Where are we going," You whined, anxious to be away from the child.

"I told you to rest, instead I find you in the nursery."

"'Zuku is sick-"

"But he's asleep, there are baby monitors, not that he won't wake the whole city up with his cries. You've been up for nearly two days with him, time for bed."

But he wasn't taking you to your room. Instead he dropped you on to his bed.

"What are you doing?" You snapped.

"I don't need you sneaking back. I can keep an eye on you here. I'll take care of him if he starts crying." He rolled in next to you.

The bed was huge but so was your boss. "Stop wiggling."

"Well I can't get comfortable."

“Fine,” he said and pulled you into him, “now stop it and get some sleep.”

You burned with embarrassment, turning silent after several attempts at protest. Just as you began to drift off, Toshinori's hand moved to beneath your shorts. You shut your eyes, pretending not to notice. He probably didn't even realize what he was doing. Then his fingers grazed the spot where your skin met your panties.

"I know you aren't asleep yet, darling."

You didn't respond, opting to keep up the façade.

"Mmm, are we playing pretend? I don't mind."

You gasped, pushing at his hand, "I'm trying to sleep."

"I can see that," he chuckled. "I'm just helping you wear yourself out. You've been taking such good care of the baby, let me return the favor."

He jerked your hips, pressing you tightly against his bulge.

"You've been such a good mommy."

God the way you could feel your body responding made you hate that he was a villain.

"'M not-" You gasped as he did his fingers into your thighs. "His mom."

"You sure about that? I know how much you care about him. Always rushing to him when he’s cranky, never taking any days off. You make sure he's a happy little baby and you take such good care of his daddy. Isn't that's what mommies do?"

A moan slipped through your lips, "Stop."

"Are you sure? It seems like your having such a good time," he teased, sliding his hand to find your wetness.

Your body jerked involuntarily. He wasted no time tearing off your layers. Your determination quickly fading.

"I'm gonna take such good care of you," he pushed a finger in to your warmth.

You shivered at the sensation. Before you could register his actions there was another digit. He skillfully maneuvered his fingers to prep walls.

"What a tight like cunt," The man cooed. "So perfect and pretty. Just waiting for me to claim."

You gasped as he curled his fingers in you. Tears of pleasure pricking your eyes.

"Atta girl, I think you're ready to take daddy's cock."

You shouldn't be surprised when you saw how absolutely hung your boss is. There was no way the whole thing would fit inside of you.

Without hesitation All Might slowly began to press inside of you. The head of his cock already made it feel like you were tearing.

"Wait wait wait," You cried. "Too big."

He paused, reassuring you, "I know you can do it baby. You're okay."

You shook your head violently.

With a sloppy squelch he withdrew. He disappeared momentarily, give you much need time to breathe. Then he was back and you felt a cool, slick fluid rub against you. He applied a generous amount of lube knowing full well that if he played his cards right you'd happily be his forever.

Regardless there was still a painful pressure as he forced himself deeper.

"You're doing so good, taking me so well."

He was slowly increasing the speed off his hips. All you could manage was incoherent whines as his momentum bounced you back and forth.

"Toshi, Toshi," You panted.

"I don't think so baby girl," he slapped your thigh. "You know what I want to hear."

You couldn't be rational, not when he was pounding into you. All you knew was pleasure in this moment. How could you not give the man what he wanted when he was fucking you dumb.

"Mmm daddy, hurts so good."

"Ah- fuck yeah. I knew you were a little pain slut. You want me to fuck you like a whore and then treat you like my little princess?"

You nodded, gasping for air.

"You've been such a good little mommy, I think you deserve this little treat huh?"

You didn't respond, stubbornly refusing to tell the man what he was desperate to hear.

He shifted to a painfully slow pace as he would pull almost completely out just to slam back into your abused whole.

"And here I thought you wanted to cum, I can always stop here, finish myself later-"

"No! No no no, don't stop."

"Then repeat after me: I'm such a good mommy."

As you stayed silent until he began to move at a snails pace. So close to losing your high.

"O-kay, okay, I-I've been a good mom-mommy," You cried tried to buck against the giant.

And just like that your boss was pushing you back to the edge of an orgasm. You were sobbing from pleasure and frustration.

"I know,” He growled. “Fucking good girl, taking care of our baby while daddy's working. You're gonna look so pretty knocked up. All glowing and swollen. Bet your tits are gonna look so pretty when they get full. Gotta keep you stuffed with my cum so our little boy can have a sibling."

[jelliezellie]

pLEASE give more haikyuu content!! maybe angsty atsumu?

OR ANYTHING TO DO WITH SAKUSA OR SUNA

thx ^ ^

oh? angst? I can do that for sure >:) But I also always have to put a little bit of comfort because I'm a sucker for a happy ending I literally cannot write for Tsumu atm (I will soon) so I wrote a Sakusa angst!

Prompt: "Why are you shutting me out?!" CW: mentions of parental issues on his side, he's a lil mean and moody, kind of reverse comfort? Uhh he's kinda pathetic in this tbh but that's okay, even a girlboss has her weak moments

Sakusa

Sakusa isn't known for trusting people. You knew that, even as you let yourself fall in love with him. You thought of yourself as pushing and shoving your way into his life, but he liked it. You gave him space when he asked and respected his boundaries, no matter how extreme they were. Recently, though, he had been colder than usual. His face was completely stoic under his mask, not even smiling as you shouted and made fun of Atsumu. "Yoomi, are you okay?" You asked one night as he got out of the shower. He nodded, putting a shirt on and sitting on the bed. "Are you sure?" You sat up. "Yeah," He replied, laying on the very edge of the bed. You frowned, looking down at him. "Usually you talk a little more," You said, furrowing your brows. His eyes narrowed at you. "And usually you let me dry your hair after showers," You added. "And-" "Usually, you aren't so fucking annoying," He interrupted. You scoffed. "I'm not trying to be annoying. I'm worried about you, Omi." "There's no reason to be. I'm fine." "No, you're not. What's the matter? You can tell me." He sat up, a frown visible on his face. "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk with you right now." "Why are you shutting me out again?" You shot back, getting off the bed. Kiyoomi sighed at the sight of a frustrated tear running down your cheek. "I thought you trusted me." He felt his heart ache as you glared at him angrily. You were right, of course, he had been moody lately. Through no fault of your own, he had been screwing up more and more at practices and it made him furious. If he wasn't good enough, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. Although his parents worked a lot as a kid, if his mother saw that he wasn't performing perfectly in everything, he wasn't worthy of much. That may have been where he got his perfectionist attitude. "I need to be alone," He said, getting out of bed and walking to the couch. "No! Omi, don't shut me out. Don't ignore me," You said. He looked at you, disappointed at himself for not being able to tell you the problem. Perhaps he was embarrassed. Maybe he couldn't stand the thought of you, who was so proud of him, being disappointed that he wasn't as good as he usually was. Whatever it was, he was terrified of your reaction. "Sakusa," You called. He flinched - the only thing scarier than you being disappointed in his volleyball skills was you being disappointed in him in general. Still, he sat on the couch and you confined yourself to the bedroom for five minutes. Your eyes widened as you heard sniffling coming from the couch. You stood, hurrying into the living room of your shared apartment. He was curled up on the couch, almost looking pathetic as he wiped tears away. He raised his head to look at you, an embarrassed pout on his face. You sat next to him, your eyes narrowing. "Tell me what's going on. I love you. I want to listen." His lips trembled as he eyed your face. "I... I've been terrible," He admitted. He confessed how he had been screwing up for months and how he was scared you'd be angry or think less of him so he stayed quiet. "Yoomi," You gasped, a soft smile appearing on your face, "I'm not going to think any less of you because you're going through a rough spot." He sighed, this time in relief, and pulled you close. "Everyone goes through something like this," you assured. "I love you," He whispered, barely audible. "I love you, too. Now, can we please go back to bed?"

[dmc-tings]

The Lord's with an S/O (who just found out about their powers)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Noice 👌🏾

But what did you do for this woman to spare you?

She's like... the biggest man hater anywhere

So... if your a guy, you are lucky boi (or if you identify as a guy)

Or perhaps your a lucky lady?

I feel like she won't discriminate if she feels like your important to her

But for whatever reason she CHOSE YOU

So take that as a win

Sure, she's a vampire and has to eat people

Which was something you didn't know

But she doesn't eat in front of you

Even lying to the point of telling you she's drinking wine

You get curious, of course

So when she leaves to "take care of business", you look onto her glass or cup

You see red

"Ok... but it dont smell like wine..."

You take a sip, only to spit it out right away

Retching with disgust, you tasted blood

Your not an idiot, at least not fully anyways

Alcina rushed back, hearing you gag, thinking one of her daughters were bothering you

Only to see the sight in front of her

You looked at her in fear

Which hurt the tall woman's non beating (?) heart

You backed into a corner, thinking the worst

Looking for a makeshift weapon, you grabbed a spoon

To which made the Lady shake her head

"Love, you know I wouldn't-"

"Your a damned liar!!" You barked weakly, "W-what the fuck are you!?"

She sat calmly in the chair in front of you, gesturing for you to take a seat as well

You hesitated, but did comply, not letting go of your weapon (the spoon)

She huffed sadly, normally this behavior would have sent her into a rageful fit

But this is YOU we're talking about

Her little muse, the only mortal that makes her truly happy

"My Love, please calm down."

When you showed no sign of relaxing, Alcina took her glass in her hand, swirling the blood

Then takes a small sip, and lighting a cigarette

She offers you one

You cringe, and with that she pulls back again

After taking a puff, she begins to explain

Mother Miranda, the other Lord's, the creation of her daughter's, the Village, and everything else, prior to your showing up

After she finishes, you lower your loyal spoon

Drinking in all of the information

You looked up at her

"So that's why your so keen in keeping the girls away from me..."

The large woman nodded, looking at you

You bit your lip, but let go of your spoon, placing it back into the table

Alcina looked at you, watching you relax

You nodded a calm understanding

"Well seeing as I know what's going on now... is Mother Miranda going to-"

The Lady Dimitrescu, shook her head

"She has allowed for me to keep you. As long as you only stay in the castle... seeing as that the village is too dangerous. And I don't want you mixed up with the rif-raf."

You smiled and sat in her lap, (cause you can do that) and planted a kiss on her cold cheek

She let out a pleased humm, and returned the kiss

"Just... next time, if you choose a weapon, Love, make sure it has a SHARP end."

Salvatore Moreau

You had known Moreau since before Mother Miranda made an impact on his life

You saw less and less of your significant other

He would disappear and cut your alone time short, whenever the woman called

You were saddened when he finally told you that you couldn't see him anymore

But that's didn't stop him from speaking to you through whatever door, that separated you both

He didn't keep you locked up, but he would lock whatever door was between you

So you couldn't see the monstrous transformation, causing him pain

All you knew is that his voice was becoming more and more disgruntled

As said, you knew Salvatore before this

He was a handsome and intelligent man (despite what's written in Miranda's notes)

And to hear your man become... so in thralled by this other woman, made you suspicious

One day, you both were speaking, with a door between you, as usual

Unbeknownst to Salvatore, you were picking the lock

Eagar to see him

He never noticed the change in your tone, when you got it unlocked, nor the click of the lock

Shoving the door open, and pushing Salvatore back

The male let out a yelp, trying to rush in to the nearby darkness

You stepped through the threshold, eyes blazing and searching

You scanned the room and finally landed on a heap of a shivering... beast?

"Moreau? Is... is that you?" You crept closer, and gently put a hand on his back

"D-dont look at m-me...." he shivered, trying to hide himself

Horrified, you took his face on your hands

"I-is this... the work o-of-"

He cut you off, "Do-dont. Mother loves me... she does... I know she does..."

You felt tears pour down your face

You couldn't bring yourself to speak

That vile woman, had destroyed your dear Moreau

The man you knew and loved was beaten and broken into this sobing heap before you

He looked at you, and reached up to wipe your tears

"Oh... please don't cry... thi-this is her will..."

You shook your head, "what kind of will is this, Salvatore? To turn you-"

He pulled away from you, snarling, "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!! Mother loves me, and i-"

You slapped him, your tears stopping, "What kind of man have you become?!"

Disgusted, not with his appearance, but his sniveling attitude

You left

But... not unaffected by what happened to the man you cared about

You left... everything behind, the Village, your family...

Salvatore Moreau never left your thoughts and you never left his

It was a bittersweet life, but you were glad to leave what was happening behind

Angie and Donna Beneviento

These two kept you in their estate

Though Donna hid Angie from you, worried that you wouldn't understand the need for her doll

She also kept the pollen from her plants away from you

You were the first person Donna could talk to, without her illness bothering her

No need for Angie!? And this person don't care!?

Fucking Jackpot!!!

Though Angie does get a bit upset that she don't get to see you

That's about to change

You and Donna where sitting in the backroom, overlooking the waterfall

Enjoying an afternoon tea

"Dear? How are you feeling today?"

Donna looked at you, taking your hand in her's giving you a smile

"I am well." She reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze

Then you sneezed, surprised cause your allergies hadn't started up, due to the lack of pollen

And the abundance of snow and cold

Donna gasped, looking over her shoulder

"Angie, n-"

Angie revealed herself, giggling and plopping herself in your lap

You froze, "A-a doll? Donna... is this a gift?"

You never really liked or disliked dolls

Angie gave another giggle, "No, stupid! I'm Angie. Donna's most favorite doll. And a friend."

Your eyes widened at the living doll, "Uh... im-"

"I know who you are!!" She floated infront of you now

"And we like you!"

Donna was quiet, not surprisingly, but you reached out for her

She gently took your hand in her's

"Donna. Tell me whats going on. Please."

Donna nodded, quietly starting to explain.

The gifts from Mother Miranda, the plants, the pollen and finally Angie

You looked at the floating doll, who was nodding her head along, with Donna's words

Then finally, you pulled Donna closer to your side

"You don't ever have to hide things from me. I never had a problem with the other ways that you cope, Donna."

Your encouraging words sent the woman into tears of joy

She buried her face in your chest

You smiled at Angie, who patted you on the forehead

Karl Heisenberg

You sat in the smaller, (safer) part of his factory

It was a part he had built to keep you safe

From what?

You had asked Karl several times, on different occasions, what was he building

"Its none of your concern." He waved a hand dismissively, "Whats for dinner?"

You always had huffed out whatever meal you made for the pair of you

Karl was always one of three places: meeting his "family", in the factory, or right next to you

The "family" was always thrown into air quotes

You knew he disliked his "family"

He announced his leaving out again, not telling you where

But leaving nonetheless, as usual you waved him off

But today was different, you WERE going to see what the hell was in that factory

Not paying attention to the warnings he gave you, you made your way down

Once at an elevator, you pressed the button

It came up and you were met with a large, large portly man

"Why if it isn't Heisenberg's little kitten."

Shocked you jumped back a bit, but then inched your way inside

"Its alright. I mean you no harm. Come, come."

You stood next to him, "Uh... who are you?"

"You may call me The Duke." He hummed, "But what are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to play here?"

You lifted your chin, "I can handle myself. Thank you."

The Duke gave a small laugh, as you pulled the switch, but didn't speak again

Hitting the bottom floor, you disembarked, waving goodbye

You noticed a door and pushed through

Only to be met with a metal drill nearly splitting your face in two

With a strangled yelp, you lept backwards

"HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE HELL-"

"Who's in my damned- KITTEN!?"

You heard Heisenberg's voice above you and looked around frantic

"Karl! What-"

You didn't get to finish, the same monster came at you again

Dodging to the side, only barely missing getting drilled

Running in to the labyrinth, you were soon cornered

You shook with fear, hearing more monsters come after you

Closing your eyes, waiting for the blows to take you to the Great beyond

Your waiting was cut shirt hearing a series of clang's

You moved your hands and opened your eyes

Seeing Karl, standing in front of you shoving all the monsters back...

But he wasn't touching them....

"What... how-"

"Dont just sit on your ass, get up!" He barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him

Once back in the safe zone, you slapped him, breathing heavily

He took it, it was a well deserved slap

"E-explain yourself!"

He sat heavily down, telling you everything.

The reason for the factory, the monsters in it, his powers, Miranda's plan, even pouring out his emotions about it all

You finally understood and took his hands in yours, kneeling down infront of him

"You idiot. All you had to do was talk to me. Not be a "big tough guy" about it."

You kissed his rough hands

And he chuckled at you

"Always understanding. Thanks Kitten."