#but you want to put your fist through a wall every time a woman says something like that about another woman

[usareiis]

Actually concerning lately how many hostile comments I have seen about queer women in kpop circles on here and twitter that are kind of framed through the guise of statements you can't really argue with like 'idols are real people' and 'idols deserve privacy' but with a tone that just shows how much people hate queer women more than they care about idols being real people and their privacy. Like I will see people say things about female idols like 'Women attractor!!' And then when a queer woman actually says something about being attracted to them they'll log on like woah now idols are real people you shouldn't sexualize what if she sees that and gets uncomfortable by the possibility of a woman being attracted to her :( Or female idols will be on stage kissing each other on the mouth and if a queer woman says anything along the lines of how they're just like us people will be like woah now!! Don't speculate :( Idols are real people too :( And with the Karina dating rumor especially I don't even know anything about Karina but my Twitter feed this morning was full of recommended tweets with concerning amounts of likes (one had upwards of 100k) that were basically phrased like 'You disgusting women likers are delusional for thinking she ever would have dated you!! What predatory freaks some people like men and are just straight and you freaks are going to have to accept that'

[angelltheninth]

hi hi! i wanna request if you haven't done fics like my req.

mizu and fem!reader, reader is sooo horny and desperate for mizu after she came home to hunt the white mens. reader eating her outttt and grinding her pussy on mizu's thigh

Here's more Mizu, sorry for keeping you waiting.

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, reunion sex, cunnilingus, thigh riding, finger riding, teasing, kissing, nipple sucking, touch-starved Mizu

A/N: Lets get more Mizu here, I have more requests for her to get to.

After being gone for a while she very touch-starved for you and for your attention

Doesn't brag about the people she's killed, she's tired now and all she wants is you

Being without your touch for so long nearly drove her mad

She needs your kisses, your praise, your naked body against hers

Clothes are very quickly thrown to the floor or to the side, even her sword and glasses are set aside in her new quest to be close to you

"Already wet. Someone must have missed me. Can't say I can blame you, I missed you too." Mizu's smile was tired but just as cocky as always against your thigh. Her lips dragged up to where you needed them most but she didn't open them.

As you pushed yourself on your elbows against the wooden floor you saw her eyes targeting you now. Most people would shiver in fear when being faced with the blue-eyed demon but your shiver was for a different reason.

You knew she could see your slick dripping, she could feel it on her skilled, rough fingers. Mizu was shivering too, from anticipation of what's to come.

"I know you did. I can't sleep well without you these days. But also, there is that skilled tongue of yours." The same tongue that got her in a lot of trouble in the past. And then won your heart. And... your pussy too. Both were much appriciated by you. "Put it to good use, samurai."

Mizu quirked her eyebrow at you and pressed the whole flat of her tongue against your pussy. "Is this better? Is this what you want?" You nodded quickly, fisting her jet black hair between your fingers. She's not getting away anymore.

Mizu's tongue was as skilled as always, as skilled as her sword

She had way less practice with her tongue, unless you counted the biting words she hurled at her enemies, and sometimes her friends.

Her tongue licked you slowly, spreading your wetness across your pussy and thighs, humming every time you tugged on her hair

You were allowed to untie it but if you did then you had to keep it out of her eyes

That was the deal

She always had to be able to see you if she chose to

Presses two fingers inside of you and curls them upwards right as her tongue lashes at your clit

Doesn't care that her jaw aches, you're still wet, and so close too. She's learned to work through the pain to get the things she wants and she really wants to make you come.

"Mizu, hold on- I- mmm-! Wanna ride you!" You pleaded, voice broken by your whimpers. Mizu huffed against your clit before taking it in her mouth and giving it a rough suck, "Mizu!" There was no way to pry her off of you, she was a woman on a new mission now. And she wasn't quitting so easily.

"Not until you come for me. Pretty girl I know you can do it. Be good. I know you want to, I know you're so close. Do you really want me to stop what I'm doing and take this away from you?" Her voice deepened slightly like when it did when she was in the middle of a fight. "No you don't. You can't fucking take it when I pull away from you."

You were inclined to agree with her on that. You were a bit of a brat, always pulling Mizu back when she would say you were too bratty and giving her even more attitude. "Hurry up then. I missed the way you look with my cum on your face."

Those were the only words Mizu needed to hear to resume her attack. Her fingers remained inside your pussy the whole time, feeling the more and more frequent pulsing motions of your inner walls. Sucking her fingers in while she sucked your clit, her fingers then curling in a come here motion until your whole body trembled with pleasure.

Without pulling her fingers out she moved to sit down next to you

You immediately took your chance and straddled her lap, as she followed you, fingers slipping out just for a brief moment before going back in, while adding a third one

As you moved on top of her, up and down, your breasts pushed against her face she wrapped her arm around your body to keep you close

She missed you too, so much

But she was never good with admitting such vulnerable things to you

"You said you wanted to ride my fingers, so ride them." While her lips circled around your hard nipple, sucking and biting. You were so soft, so nice to cuddle up with, so warm and she missed that warmth, she longed for it as she moaned your name.

"I think someone is a bit needy." You teased and she affirmed as the palm of her hand pushed flat against your clit. "Hold still, love." She could do so but only if she you took over the moving instead. Small grunts of protect vibrated against your nipple every time you pushed up and left her fingers to feel the cool air.

Mizu moved to your other breast, her hand tracing patterns on your back before pressing against your shoulder blade. As you arched your back to press your body further against hers she smiled against your breast.

Before she felt the heavenly pulsing of your pussy against her fingers that she missed so much you moved off her fingers. "You'll get to see me, don't worry, but now I think I want your thigh instead."

"Such a brat." Mizu protested but pushed her thigh between your legs anyway. It was already slightly wet from you hovering above it but it felt so much better to feel that strong thigh against your pussy instead.

You only took a few full bucks of your hips close to her to come. You cradled her head close before kissing her, deep and with your tongue tasting yourself on hers. "Welcome back, my samurai."

[kleftiko]

❦ DANCE, DANCE

cw: mature, fem!reader, unprotected sex, cowgirl position, creampie, inexperienced!loser!shigaraki, degradation, hair pulling

it’s missing loser shigaraki hours✌️😔

“i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me”

shigaraki lay slumped on his back. the stupid artist gloves on his hands were bugging him. he wore them every night but for some reason he kept picking at the wrist, slivers of red, irritated skin sent jolts of pain every time he scratched at it. he felt like a failure—pathetic. today had been a complete disaster and he didn’t want to face all for one like this.

the door to his room creaked open, interrupting his self deprecation. his bored eyes followed the movement to meet your head poking through the entrance. hair pushed back to show your face to him; he nearly huffed.

“what do you want.”

your eyes held an emotion that made him absolutely furious. pity. you were there to witness his defeat upon returning to base all busted and bruised; you had watched him nearly throw a tantrum at his failure of a mission, sulking and hitting things like a petulant child. the reminder made him bite the inside of his cheek harshly.

“if you say any pitiful shit, i’ll kill you.” he warned, a slight growl to his tone, and you frowned. wordlessly, you opened the door the rest of the way, revealing your bare body in nothing but your panties.

“no sympathy?” you asked and watched his adam’s apple bob harshly. his eyes bore into your body, gaze so intense you could practically hear the pounding of his heart from across the room reverberating against your uncovered skin.

god, he was so pathetic.

and you fed off it, but he didn’t care. he liked to think he let you saunter into the room towards him, when in reality you had him paralyzed with lust.

in a moment you were mounted on top of his lap; his favourite position. his hands could greedily grab at the fleshy parts of your ass, his face could smush itself between your boobs, and your hot pussy would grind on his—painfully hard—clothed cock. all he could do in the moment was desperately and sloppily suck at your tits, biting occasionally so you’d hiss at him and pull his hair as punishment. it was at that time that he didn’t care about the artist gloves anymore, if they let him grab handfuls of your ass and use you to get himself off then he didn’t care.

“you’re such a pervert, aren’t you.” your nails carded through his hair, scratching against his dry scalp, and he whined involuntarily. “throwing a little tantrum when you get home just so i would pity fuck you, huh?”

he never let anyone talk to him like that. one disrespectful word and he would have their ashes crumbling between his fingers within a second, but with you? you spit harsh, pathetic, and degrading words to his face and all he could do was spill precum from his aching, throbbing cock. you were the only one who knew he was this pathetic, never having felt the touch of a woman before you. but still, he had to try and fight back for the sake of his crumbling pride.

“watch it.” he growled, voice lifting at the end as you pulled the band of his boxers down to free his dick. “you want me to turn you to dust?”

You looked directly into his eyes.

“do it.” you challenged, moving your underwear to the side and sheathing his stiff cock inside you.

his head hit the wall harshly behind him as you bounced, losing all the bravado he tried to front in favour of releasing deplorably pitiable sounds and grabbing at you desperately.

“as if anyone would give you their pussy anyway.” you bit, mouth curling up at how quickly he crumbled. “you wanna kill the only person in the world who would fuck you? be my guest and go back to your fist.”

he whined at your words, bucking his hips up and disrupting your rhythm. you harshly tugged his hair back, jolting his neck in a whiplash-like fashion—silently telling him to behave.

it’s a miracle he listened, but you could feel the restraint he put into not sloppily fucking you, his body practically shaking. you knew if you let him, he’d unskilfully thrust into you without rhythm. he didn’t know how to fuck, but with you in charge you could utilized his thick cock and get yourself off like a toy. his fingers dug into your hips painfully, eyes screwed shut in both pleasure and an attempt to hide his tears from you, and you knew he was close. his pathetic mumbling and incoherent whines only spurred you on as you whispered condescendingly, “you okay, boss?”

you slapped a hand brutally over his chapped lips, muffling the loud, wanton, moan he let out as he spilled inside you. His body shook with his orgasm, twitching like he’d never came before from someone else’s ministrations. bouncing slowly now, he let out a string of curses at the overstimulation as you came to a stop.

“fuck.” he breathed.

as you looked down at his pathetic stature, you couldn’t help but think he was adorable—completely fucked out every time you finished with him. soft pants escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered open, gazing up at you with a haze of ecstasy. you couldn’t help but lean down and capture his lips, tongue slipping into his mouth as his hands came up to cradle your face desperately.

he wanted to stay like that, cock softening inside you as you slowly made out, but you didn’t allow it. instead, you let go of him and slipped off his dick, a trail of his cum leaking out of you before you fixed your underwear. you always left him in a mess of his own cum, knowing he was too burnt out to do anything about it.

“see you tomorrow, boss.”

[abbyromanoff]

CHOKEHOLD

PAIRINGS: Emily Prentiss x bsf’s child!reader

WORD COUNT: 2704

WARNINGS: smut, anal play, kinda dark Emily, manipulation, poorly written smut tbh, innocence kink, possessiveness, fingering, multiple orgasms, Mommy (E), squirting, cnc, somnophillia, R is JJ’s kid, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Love you, Mom. Bye, guys!” Emily watched as you kissed your mom goodbye, the sweet gesture causing her to grin. You waved to the group, walking through the glass door and heading towards the elevator. She knew it was now or never, this was her chance to make her move.

“Alright, I think it’s about time I get home. Why don’t you guys get an early night?” She was usually the last to leave, which is what confused the team. JJ furrowed her brows, spinning in her chair to face the older woman.

“You never go home early, not even on Friday nights.” She noted before a smirk took over her face. “Unless, Emily has somewhere to be.” She teased, causing Garcia to coo as she took a seat next to the blonde. She rolled her eyes, eyeing the clock as she estimated the time of your arrival.

“I didn’t sleep much last night, I’m tired.”

“And why didn’t you sleep much, hm? Were you too busy, say, entertaining other parties?” She flipped the woman off before disappearing past the doors, cursing herself for staying so late before rushing to her car. She started the engine in no time, instantly pulling out of her spot as she followed the coordinates. Her mind never once left you, and she started to worry if she absentmindedly blew a light or took a wrong turn. But she didn’t care, all she wanted was to get home to you.

Her fist came pounding on the wooden door, her gaze falling on every crack and seam that could be used as easy entry, she’d have to warn you about those.

“Em? I, uh, what are you doing here?” You questioned, only to be silenced as she pushed you into your flat, shutting the door behind her while your back hit the cold wall.

“What the fuck, Em-” She cut you off quickly, placing her fingers atop your lips as your breaths became the only sound to fill the room.

“There’s someone after you, and I’m here to protect you.” You furrowed your brows together, kicking away her digit as she towered over you. Her gray hair framed her face, and every line only showed her experience.

“Wha- Why isn’t my mom here, then?” She bit her lip, causing you to repeat yourself. She knew she had to act fast before threatening your trust in her lie.

“They don’t know, okay? Look, you have to trust me-”

“No, I want to know what the fuck is going on.” You pushed, scoffing when she remained silent for far too long. She shoved your shoulders back, forcing you to remain still as she took a moment to admire your expressions in a time of such weakness.

“There’s someone from my past that- that the team doesn’t exactly know about, and when I parked here last week to give you back that sweater you forgot at your mom’s, I noticed his car and I saw him leave the moment he saw me. I- I can’t risk putting you in danger, and since I already have, I’m going to do everything in my power to protect you from it.” It wasn’t entirely false, there was a time in her life when she was haunted by her past, causing her arrival in Paris. But that was when you were so young, you wouldn’t remember a single thing, which she used to her advantage.

“You don’t need to believe me, but all I ask is that you let me stay here, and you let me protect you.” You bit back a snarl and sighed, brushing her off as you brought yourself to the couch.

“I don’t have a spare, you can take the bed.”

“No, this is your place, I’m not going to take that from you. I say we share but if that’s not what you want, then I’ll have the couch.” She debated, crossing her arms over her chest as she examined the building. She wanted it to seem like she was checking in fear of danger, but really she was trying to get a picture-perfect memorization over every inch. That way she could have a better view from beneath her blankets when her fingers were buried deep inside of her.

“Fine, we’ll share.” You mumbled, clicking through endless amounts of channels before losing hope and tossing the remote to the side.

“You don’t have to stand there like a brick wall, you know. We’ve known each other since I was little, you’re allowed to speak.” She took a breath before taking the spot next to you, adjusting her suit jacket before ruffling it off. Your eyes fell to the biceps threatening to break past the tight blouse, but looked away before she could spot you, little did you know she knew the entire time.

“So, you graduated correct?” You nodded, leaning on your hand as your elbow rested on the wooden frame of the sofa. “What was your major again? Psychology?”

“Yeah, I guess I just really wanted to follow down my Mom’s footsteps.” She mimicked your pose, letting the tightness in her muscles loosen with a sigh.

“Well, I think she’d be very proud of her little girl following her lead. In fact, JJ goes on and on about how lucky she is to have a child like you, and I agree, she is quite lucky.” She chuckled at your darkened cheeks, using her thumb to stroke the soft skin after brushing a hair out of the way. It felt right being with you like this, everything seemed to feel right with you. She didn’t know why, no brain she studied had ever given her a clear image as to what differed from hers. She just felt so protective over you, she didn’t want anyone else to get close to you. Knowing you were here, all alone, with no protection until she arrived, it scared her more than she could express.

“I don’t know about that,”

“I mean it! Anyone would be so happy to have someone like you in their life, not only are you such a hard worker, but you’re also the sweetest person I know. Just don’t tell your Mom I said that, she thinks she’s my favorite.” You laughed, slapping her chest lightly as you felt your chest warm. You instinctively shuffled closer, your feet digging under her legs to search for warmth while her hand rubbed your thigh softly to provide you heat.

“Now I feel bad for yelling at you by the door.” You admitted, bringing her to scoff playfully, showing that she wasn’t truly mad at you.

“Oh, don’t stress it, love, I would be pretty annoyed if someone came pounding at my door too.” You gave her a soft smile, letting the comforting silence embrace the both of you before you leaned your head onto her shoulder. She kissed the top of your head gently, getting a small whiff of your shampoo, making her hum in delight.

An hour later she found herself lying next to you, sighing as the comfort of the sheets embraced her. You were in the next room brushing your teeth, and she didn’t try to stop herself as she peeked under the short bottoms you wore.

“I’m keeping my gun nearby, I hope that’s alright with you.” You crawled next to her, tossing the covers over your frame as you shut off the small lamp. She did the same, frowning as your back turned to face her.

“Yeah, that’s okay.” She hesitated before wrapping her arms around your tired body, letting her face press into your neck with a soft smile. You stiffened but eventually relaxed in her hold. You let yourself fall into a slumber, a peaceful sensation falling over you as images flashed through your mind regularly.

Emily admired the softness in your small snores, she felt grateful to be let in, but she felt worried at how easily you let her pass by with a lie. Anyone could’ve made up something similar and got free entrance, she was just lucky you knew her well enough to trust her.

She knew there was no hope in holding back now, this is what she came to do, to make you hers. She didn’t care if you were her best friend's child, you were old enough to make your own decisions and she was going to lead you into making the right one.

“‘M sorry, baby girl, I promise I’ll make you enjoy it.” Her fingers trailed below your large shirt as they pinched your sore nipples, her breath coming out shallow as her eyes fluttered shut. She pressed her crotch into your backside, letting her false cock rut into you.

“You wouldn’t mind if I just,” She brought them lower, causing her palm to rub against your clit as she teased your tight hole. “Touch you right here, would ya’, baby?”

She wished you were as pure as she wanted you to be, she wanted to be your first but could easily tell that she wasn’t. Instead, she let herself picture it late at night when she was all alone. She’d draw her digits in-and-out of you while you clung onto her, begging her to let you cum for the first time. She hoped you thought about it too, but she doubted it. She could read anyone, but you were like a closed book someone forgot to pick up.

“Fuck, you’re so warm, I could stay like this forever.” She inhaled the residue of your perfume and lotion, they were fading but she basked in all of it. She could feel her wetness grow, biting her lip as she continued to grind into your backside. The strap teased her clit, bringing her great ounces of pleasure.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” She kissed down your shoulder blade as her mouth parted, a loud moan escaping her. You shuffled in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open as you adjusted to the dark room with minimal light coming from the window. You gasped, your hand falling to meet her touch. Her fingers were plunged deep inside of you, thrusting in and out as you gushed around her.

“F…fuck! Em, g-get off,” She chuckled, using her free hand to rid you of your bottoms completely. A slap came to your ass, eliciting a groan from your end.

“If you really wanted me to stop, you would’ve left by now.” You looked down, noticing she was no longer keeping you hostage in her hold. You still didn’t move, gulping as you settled in. Truth was, you had a crush on the older woman since your teen years. It was normal in the beginning, that was until you moved out and your loneliness grew. With the loneliness came a deep arousal that was unable to be removed, the only way to cure it was desperate women at the bar that reminded you of the woman. Your fingers were never enough, but you knew hers would be more than needed.

“Please, Emily-“ You chewed your lower lip, regretting the words the moment they left you. She smirked through a chuckle, sighing as she slowed her pace, bringing a high-pitched whine from past your lips.

“What was that? Please, what, Y/N?” When you came up unresponsive, she repeated her question, slowing even further until she was stilled completely.

“No- d-do that again, please,” Your hand lowered under your shirt as you palmed at your chest, shuddering as your sensitive nipples hardened to a peak.

“Mm, aren’t I already giving you what you want? I thought you wanted me to stop, so I stopped.” You couldn’t bear to face her, not in this moment, not in this level of heat.

“I…I want you to keep going, it feels really, really fucking good.” She hummed, and that’s when you felt the strap pressed into you. You were so consumed in the threshold of her long digits, you failed to notice what else she was planning.

“God, I want to fuck this ass so damn bad. You want that? You want Mommy to fuck your tight ass, yeah?” Her breath was ragged, her lips in a frenzy on your neck. You choked out a whimper, nodding your head slowly as you mumbled a small agreement.

“Would I be the first, hm? Is Mommy going to be the first to stretch out this little hole?” She lowered her pants, the fabric tight against her skin as they were a borrowed pair from you. You insisted she got out of the jeans she wore to work, even if they fit her body perfectly.

“You’re the first, Mommy.” That was all the permission she needed as she thrusted her hips forward, the tip teasing your hole in a rough, yet gentle manner. Her lips came close to your ear, her teeth sinking into the skin as you yelped in pain.

“Oh, don’t I love making you cry like a whiny little bitch.” She eased in the first few inches for what felt like years but only lasted a few minutes. It felt painful, as if there was a fire pooling inside of you. That was until it slowly started turning pleasant, causing a satisfying sensation to take over you. Her digits slid in and out of you slowly, her thumb taking to rub your clit in small circles, but it was enough to cause your brain to fog up. Your tongue peeked its way past your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hips had a mind of your own, grinding against both penetrating objects.

“Such a good fucking girl, Mommy loves her little girl so much.” You cried out, gripping her arm tightly as you shoved your face into the pillow to muffle the noises she forced out of you.

“No, no, you’re going to let me hear every single moan and whimper and cry; I’m not letting you off that easily.” Her length was now more than halfway through the barrier you set. You followed her hand, feeling a small bulge touching the surface. You pushed yourself impossibly closer to her, letting out a weak whimper.

“Mommy, I,” Your legs shook as you clenched tightly around her, soaking her fingers in your sweet nectar.

“It’s okay, baby, make a mess all over me. That’s it, Mommy is so proud of you, sweetheart.” She drove her hips with a harsher pace, watching as your hole squeezed her until she could barely move. She didn’t stop her ministrations, making you twitch in excitement and pain.

“It’s t-too much, Mommy.” She rubbed your clit faster, her groan evident as your juices sprayed across the sheets. You wept loudly, not caring for the neighbor's complaints the next day, they already disliked you, there was no point in trying to amend that.

“No, it’s not. You can go back to sleep, dove, Mommy just wants to play for a little bit longer.” You both knew there was no possibility of you resting after this, you’d both be continuing until the sun rose.

“Your Mom is going to fucking kill me, but, God, I want to taste you so bad.” Your eyes widened as you remembered the plans you and your mother were having the next day. She was supposed to come over for lunch before the two of you would leave to go shopping as she insisted you needed decorations for your new apartment. Emily couldn’t be here when she arrived, she’d instantly get an understanding of who left the dark marks over your neck, anyone who saw you would easily be able to guess the activities that were to be had the night prior, but it didn’t help that it was her job to read people like books.

“I don’t care, just fuck me, Mommy…please?” The moment you spoke she knew she was going to fulfill whatever request you made, and your small, tired voice only proved that. She bit her tongue, leaning close as she placed her digits on your lower lip, dragging it down as you took the offering with a grateful sigh.

“Whatever my girl wants, they get.”

[nejiverse]

I’M YOUR WIFE

BUT YOU’RE A STRANGER

Sae Itoshi [pt1 to ‘his amnesiac’]

In which y/n— sae’s fiancée— gets in a late night car accident which results in her loosing five years worth of memories and coincidentally, sae and y/n have only known each other for five years, dated for three, engaged for one. together they try to regain her memories but sae doesn’t know how long he can remain hopeful for. Fem! Reader

cw: angst

1277 words

"Sorry but, who are you?".

It was just like the doctors said it'd be.

To say that his heart dropped at her words would be an understatement. His heart didn't just merely drop but it plunged down at an alarming rate and shattered into pieces that would never be put back together again no matter how hard he tried.

And it was all his fault.

In the past eight days Y/n was in a coma, Sae thought of 8 ways he could've stopped the accident from happening.

He should've asked her where she was going at such a late hour. He should've apologised for shouting at her earlier that night. He should've admitted he was in the wrong of the argument they had.

But he didn't.

Sae's eyes couldn't open any wider.

Sorry but, who are you?

Those words rang in his head over and over and over again to the point where he couldn't imagine anything else occupying his thoughts.

He needed to apologise. Even if it was too late, even if it wouldn't reverse time, he still needed to do it.

Sae's paralysis was broken when he got off the chair next to Y/n's bed and hugged her, cradling her head against his stomach.

"I was wrong", he said in a voice below a whisper. "I'm so sorry".

If it weren't for her newly acquired amnesia, Y/n would've surely made fun of him for being so vulnerable.

Was it possible for broken pieces to be shattered even more? Sae thought it was probably impossible.

But when Y/n pushed herself away from him and stared at him with lost eyes and a foreign look on her face, he was convinced the impossible became possible.

"Please don't touch me", she spoke in a small voice. "I think you've mistaken me for someone else".

Mistaken her for someone else? How could he? How could he mistake the woman in which he was engaged to for eleven months now for someone else? How could he forget the woman whom he'd shared 5 years of memories with?

It was a pity. The bond that gradually grew stronger over the course of five years was now lost. The knot came undone and the singular string became two once again.

It wasn't fair at all. Sae used to believe that the only things that were given to him in his life were things he didn't want. It was true until he met Y/n.

Now, things are going back to how they were. Things that he didn't want were re-entering his life. He didn't want this. He was too hopeful.

Y/n observed her surroundings, clenching the white sheets that were over her legs into her tightly closed fists. She looked up at Sae with glossy eyes.

"Why am I in the hospital?", she shook her head in dismissal. It didn't matter. "I need to go home", the woman began to pull at the wires attached to her arms. Sae noticed the panic in her eyes and immediately tugged her wrists in efforts to stop her from potentially hurting herself.

"Get the hell away from me!", she shouted, struggling to free her hands. "My father's on his own right now, I need to get to him—".

"He's dead, Y/n", he uttered which made her pause. Her hands paused and her breathing paused. She slowly shook her head as if that would make the statement any less true.

"He's not dead", she said in a shaky voice. She furiously blinked to chase away her tears.

"Two years ago Y/n, he—".

Her words pitched a note higher with every word that fell. "Shut up, I don't want to hear it. He's— he's not dead I already told you!".

She thrashed around but Sae didn't let go of her. He used his shoulder to press the nurse call button on the wall.

What did he do to deserve this?

Tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped through her words. "I was in an a-accident which caused me to....to lose my memories, Dad is dead, and the man next to you is my..fiancé..?", someone needed to slap her and hard. She was sure it was all a dream, she just needed to wake up.

The doctor nodded. "If you don't believe me, take a look", he pointed to the ring on her finger.

The ring that Sae had purchased without a second thought. He doesn't remember how much he bought it for but anyone who laid eyes on it would know it wasn't cheap at all. The e/c colour was the reason he bought it.

Y/n held it up to the light as it glistened every single time she moved her hand around. Her eyes rested on the matching ring on Sae's finger for a brief moment before she closed her puffy and red eyes.

"I'd like to return this to you", she said, slipping the ring off her finger and sliding it against the table towards Sae. "It's not right for me to wear it. An engagement ring is a symbol of love and I don't harbour any such feelings for anyone", she apologised with sincerity.

She felt bad for him. She regretted how rude she was to him. For Sae, it was another day in his life but for her, it was as if her life had just started all over again.

"I wish that I could be the woman you fell in love with again, but I don't remember any of this. I don't remember you", her lips began to tremble and tears came out of her eyes again.

Sae remained silent as he glared with dulled eyes at the ring on the table.

Y/n was scared of a person who loved her .

The ride home was silent.

The living room was even more silent.

Y/n sat on the couch as Sae handed her a glass of water in which she thanked him for.

Taking a sip, she cupped the glass in her two hands and cleared her throat.

"Listen. I want my old life back. I don't know how plausible that is but we can try. I don't remember my life after 18 but i'm sure I'm supposed to want it back. I mean i'd rather know who I am than not know who I am", she explained. Sae stood in front of her, listening attentively.

"Like the doctor said, we can try to visit places and stuff to see if I remember anything but I just have one rule. I don't want to be touched. Remember that you know me but I don't know you".

She doesn't know him, right.

Sae had to admit, her words stung a little, a lot actually. Nevertheless, he crouched down and quickly clenched his fists. Out of habit, he was about to take her hands in his but he refrained.

"I promise you, I will do everything in my power to get your memories back. I screwed up once, but that will never happen again", Sae voiced in a stern voice. "I lo— I care about you way more than you know", he didn't want to scare her off.

She nodded, albeit the last part making her a bit uncomfortable.

"Thank you. But please keep in mind that to you, i'm your wife, but to me, you're a stranger".

part 2

a/n: haven’t posted since december el oh el (nothing’s funny) so I thought why not start the year off (we’re two months in) with a bang! (angst)

masterlist :)

[judeswhore]

dad Jude showing his baby around the house for the first time :( you'd come home together in the evening and it'd be so intimate, warm and safe inside. the only light would come from candles and it'd just feel so right to finally be at home. and he'd hold the baby close to his chest, constantly pressing little kisses to his daughter's head and he'd show her around. he'd tell her everything, about each room, each photo of her mum that he's put on the wall, because of course she's the prettiest woman ever, he'd tell her about her uncle Trent who's waiting to finally meet her and hold her. and he's surely whisper to her, while showing her her parent's bedroom, that this is the best room in the house, because everything's perfect here and that her mummy gives the best cuddles in this bed when her dad is sad, but he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t add that you bothe have created her here and that she's here, because of your and his love :((

him sending u off for a bath while he gets the baby settled and everything and ofc she’s sleeping but he doesn’t care he wants to give her a little tour so she know she’s safe :( so he’s showing her through every room and he’s making these little comments abt each one like in the kitchen he’s all “this is where mummy told me we were having u, i cried and almost sliced my finger off” and in the living room he’s all “we’d lay here at night and talk to u. d’you remember? i had to give u a little telling off for always kicking bc mummy couldn’t sleep and she’s very moody when she doesn’t sleep” literally just having this little one sided conversation w his little girl while showing her everything. and when he’s upstairs u can hear him and he’s explaining abt uncle trent ofc and abt his mum and dad and ur mum and dad and how they’re all so excited to meet her but that he might keep her all to himself for another few days bc he really doesn’t wna share his little one :(( and he’s in the bedroom and he doesn’t realise ur in the doorway while he’s telling his baby that this is where she was made bc of his love for u and that it’s always gna bc such a special room bc of that and ur getting so choked up seeing him bc hes literally so so perfect. and he’s whispering something abt how they’re both gna have to take care of u for the next few days but it’ll bc okay bc they’re a team now and he’s sitting on the bed while his daughter sleeps, her entire fist wrapped around his finger and when he spots u in the doorway he gives u this massive smile and he just looks so happy and he’s mumbling a little “i never got to say thank u” and ur a little confused by that, sitting next to him so u can both look down at this perfect little life you’ve made and asking what he means. him just kissing ur head and saying “for giving me the perfect little family”

[c0ld0utside]

May I request a yandere vampire mafia boss? I dunno you can ignore this if you want

Yandere Vampire Mafia Boss Dad

You got it!

Warnings: Inaccurate Mafia writing, Violence, Death, Kidnapping, Possessiveness

Years ago, before you were born, your father made a deal. In exchange for protection, loans, and medicine for his sick (and pregnant) spouse, they’d donate to another family in need. A family that the people in your downtown side of the city feared greatly, not just because the family was a literal Mafia.

They also weren’t human.

And, like most people in your downtown side of the city, they fell into debt a few years later when you were five.

Growing up, you were used to the man with pointy ears, clear skin, and piercing eyes visiting every three months. Your parents always made you hide out of sight when he was around, usually putting you in your room and telling you that it was nap time or something along those lines. Usually, something that involved you being quiet.

Sometimes, you’d peek through the gaps in the doorway, seeing the much taller stranger tower over your parents and speak with them for a few minutes before taking something and leaving. Sometimes he’d be nice, and sometimes he’d be rude. Sometimes he wouldn’t say much and go on his way. Sometimes someone else showed up.

That day was different though. It was the man you saw most of the time who showed up. You don’t remember the exact words, something about your parents falling far behind in their payments and how their time was up. Your mother had gasped and started begging, your father was trying to negotiate, and before the stranger could do anything you bolted out of your room and hugged your father’s leg.

The stranger paused immediately, eyes going wide. Your father quickly scooped you up and handed you to your mother, who started to back up. She froze when the man hissed at her. Hissed.

“You didn’t tell me your woman was pregnant.” The man said, a furious undertone in his voice. “The Boss isn’t a complete brute, you know.” He went silent, gaze drifting around your home as your father started up again. He wasn’t listening, taking in the worn and unclean scenery. Your home went from being well taken care of to a complete mess over the years.

And then his gaze landed on you.

Judging by the looks of it, you were your parent’s first priority. That gave him some relief, but the stranger knew your parents couldn’t balance you and their debt anymore.

“Y’know, my Godfather lost one of his fledglings recently.” He says. “You remember Matteo, right? Poor kid, only seventeen. May he rest in peace. Godfather’s really torn up about it.”

“No,” Your father says automatically. “Don’t be stupid. You can’t take care of them any longer,” The stranger says, gesturing to you. Instinctively, you cling to your mother and she starts to cry. “Now, now, it’ll be alright.” The man says, voice oddly gently. “If you hand them over, you and your lady will live. I’ll speak with the Boss and we’ll see how things go.”

“I don’t think your boss will be too happy about the idea of replacing Matteo,” Your father says firmly, earning a fist to the face shortly after. You can’t help but scream and the stranger cringes at the sound. “It’s not like that,” The man hisses, kicking your father in the stomach and watching him roll into the kitchen. “Now quit arguing with me and hand over the damn kid.”

You aren’t sure what happens next- it’s all a strange blur. Your father grabs something and tries to attack the stranger with it, and the next there’s red all over the walls and your mother is screaming while the man wipes and licks the red off of his face. He sighs in disappointment again. “It doesn’t have to be this way, lady. Just give them to me-”

She tries to run. Tries to run past him with you in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her plan is simple- get outside and start screaming for help. People will notice. They always do-

You’re ripped from your mother’s embrace and are pulled into the stranger’s chest. The smell of cypress fills your nose, drowning out the smell of iron. Your mother screams your name and gets cut off. It’s only when the man starts to shush you that you realize you’ve been crying and calling out for your mom and dad.

“It’s okay, they’ll be okay.” The man says soothingly, but you know it’s a lie. “They couldn’t take care of you anymore, but the Boss will. He’ll be very happy to meet you.”

-

The Boss observed you the whole time the stranger explained what happened.

“…I know his passing was recent, but I thought-” The man spoke up, but the Boss held up a hand to silence him. “Thank you, Virgil. You may leave.”

“I need to get to know my youngling, after all.”

With a nod, the stranger- Virgil- left the room. The two of you sat there in silence for a while. The Boss was the first to speak.

“What’s your name, little one?”

“[Name],” You reply, voice hesitant and small. He notices immediately and his gaze softens. “Come here, tesoro.” He commands gently, motioning for you to come closer to him. It takes you a few seconds, but with shaky steps you walk over to him. Once close enough the Boss picks you up and places you on his lap.

“My name is Massimo,” He introduces with a small smile. You go cold when you see his fangs, starting to lean away from him. “Oh? It’s alright, tesoro, you’re safe. Now where was I…? Ah- yes, I am Massimo, and I will be your guardian from now on.”

-

Your new life starts out rough for everyone. You’re quiet, keeping to yourself and not engaging. Massimo tries his hardest, talking to you as you sit on his lap while he works. He even takes the time to try and play with you, bringing you dolls and making them do silly things. You smile softly, sometimes even laugh, but it always dies back down.

He sits with you when you eat your meals, taking note of the ones you seem to enjoy and dislike. Massimo tries using desserts to get you to be more talkative, but it doesn't really work. He doesn't give up, though. He'll keep trying no matter what.

When you’re not quiet, you’re crying. You ask for your mom and dad, wanting to go back home. Wanting to see if they’re okay. Wanting to watch TV with your dad and hear stories from your mom. Massimo can’t blame you for not understanding fully just yet. He shushes you, wrapping you up in a hug and rocking you back and forth.

“Your Mama and Papa are gone, tesoro mio, but it’s okay. They’re okay. I’m your parent now, you just need to get used to it.” Massimo whispers, patting your back gently. “But I want my real parents,” You hiccuped, making him frown. “Your real parents couldn’t take care of you anymore, caro/a. So they gave you to me. Virgil had to hurt them because they changed their mind at the last minute and tried to hurt him.”

“You have to understand gioia, if they kept you, you would’ve gotten hurt. Your Mama and Papa were already hurting you. They were selfish. But it’s all okay now, because I’m here. And I won’t ever hurt you. Now shhh, go to bed. I know sleeping during the day is hard, but we need to prepare you for when you officially become my fledgling.”

…

Hey it’s me! The end of the post! I feel like making a part two. Still new to this whole “writing and sharing” thing, hoping it’s been good so far. Let me know if I missed any warnings and do give me criticism. You look lovely today! Take care of yourself and drink water. Go have a snack, too.

[gojo-enthusiast]

Toji Fushiguro ~ “Fist Your Cock.”

18+, MDI, time of the month, masterbation, p in v, period sex, Toji is perfect, fuck everyone else who thinks otherwise.

Word count: who fucking knows I was just writing in my car during my lunch break.

There was only three things Toji hated more than anything in his life, 1. Was when you were being bratty, 2. You on your period, and 3. You being bratty while on your period. He hated to see you in that aching pain, and he also hated how he couldn’t fuck your brains out. You both had tried having sex once before while you were on your time of the month, the blood part didn’t freak him out, it was you who found it uncomfortable, and gross.

But here you were, the 5 days out of the month, on your menstrual cycle once again. Dreading telling your boyfriend when he gets home, because of course the first thing he does when he gets home from his boring office job, is he gropes you, fondling you.

You hear him kick off his shoes, shutting the front door to your shared apartment. “‘M home.” He says in a yawn, perking up like a dog when he sees you. You were in one of his big shirts, big to you at least, and some boxer briefs because they were so much more comfortable especially when you’re on your time of the month. He knew, the moment he saw those damn briefs, what time of the month it was. “Ugh fuck.” He groans, “are you serious? Again?” He grumbles to himself, “Toji! What do you mean again? I am on it every month, quit acting like this is some surprise.” You say with an annoyed tone.

“Hey! Don’t get sassy with me.” He says sternly, “well your the one making sounds of disgust!” You pout, “I just hate your woman stuff, ‘m pent up.” He says, running his hands through his dark jet black hair. “Oh and you think I want to be on it?” You say crossing your arms, clearly frustrated. You usually didn’t let his little remarks get under your skin, but you were already in an irritable mood, and hormonal. But your not going to tell him that, because he would only use it as an excuse on why you’re “overreacting”

“Look all I’m saying is, ‘m wanted to come home, and get a good fuck in. What can I say.” He chuckles throwing his hands up in defeat. You’re mad, beyond mad. You shouldn’t be, but everything has pissed you off today. So now you’re going to take it out on the man who hates a sassy attitude. “Aw well doesn’t it suck to be you then? Hmm? How about you go fist your cock since your so “pent up” you say, throwing up the quotation motion with your hands, storming off into your bedroom.

“Oh so it’s like that, hmm?” He smirks. He says spinning you around, “huh?” You say confused, almost feeling whiplash. “Fist my own cock huh? Aight.” He grins, dragging you into the shared bedroom, standing in front of the full length mirror he had mounted on the wall. The mirror you would make him stand in front of with you, as you took mirror pictures with him, always making him hold your waist, or have his head laying on your shoulder. The same mirror, that you both maybe once or even twice fucked in front of, because he wanted you to see your fucked out face.

He turns you to look at yourself in the mirror, and instantly pulls your shirt over your head. “Toji!” You squeal, covering your breast. “Put your arms down now, you want me to fist my own cock, well ‘m need some motivation.” He smirks, pulling your arms away from your chest, then unzipping his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. You’re watching him through the mirror, the lump in your throat just sitting there. You felt like you almost couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t figure out the wetness that felt like was leaking out was your period, or arousal, or maybe even both. But you felt your nipples start to harden, and you think that maybe this isn’t the worst idea.

“Watch how I stroke it baby, because when your done with your lady stuff, ‘m gonna fuck that bratty little mouth of yours, then fuck that sassy pussy afterwards. Ungh- you hear me?” He says in a grunt, stroking his cock slowly. All of a sudden, you see his hand that he had been stroking his cock with, come up to you, he mutters- “spit.” And you do, because the last thing you wanted was for him to pull down those briefs and fuck you into oblivion. “Yes sir.” You say, spitting into his head. He smirks, he knows how nasty you are, how your mind is just as disgusting as is. Even though, you had this good girl persona, you were freakier than what you showed on the outside.

“Ha- you want me to fuck you dontcha?” He scoffs, a grin plastered on his face. He’s stroking his cock faster, pre-cum droplets peeking out of the slit of his tip. “Fuck, I wish I was feeling your pussy rig-right now.” He mutters under his breath, his cock twitching in his hand. You are watching every single move, seeing the way he pumps it from the base, and squeezing around the very tip, causing more of the pre-cum to leak out. You move your hand up to one of your nipples, standing there in front of the mirror, and starting pinching it. He looks up at you through the mirror, then groans, that’s all it took for him to full out shoot his seed onto his hand and the mirror, your watching his cock twitch in his hand, he’s moaning loudly, “fuck, shit, god damn.” Spilling from his mouth.

“How much are you bleeding?” He says, looking over at you. “What? What do you mean?” You ask, stepping back. “I can’t hold it.” He says, picking you up, taking you into the shower, taking off your briefs. “You got a tampon in?” He ask, your dumbfounded. “Yes or no?” He ask again, “y-yeah.” You say, putting your hands over your womanhood. He spreads your legs, pulling the string dangling, throwing it in the trash quickly, placing you in the shower. In a swift movement, he has your leg lifted, and he’s fucking you into the wall.

“T-tooojiii.” You moan, at this point you didn’t care if you were bleeding or not, feeling his cock stretch your walls, you forgot all about the ache in your stomach. He starts swirling his tongue around your nipple, they were so sensitive. You look down at him, water droplets falling from the ends of his hair, he leans his head up, still fucking you fast, and deep. Trying to have some sort of control, so he doesn’t hurt you. He knew how sensitive you were down there when you were haven’t your time of the month. He brings his hand down, rubbing your clit. “Toji don’t, I’m bleeding.” You moan, “hush, your pussy is talking to me.” He groans in your ear, “listen to her. She said for me to keep going.” He smirks, you’rere so close to your release, “Toji, I’m cumming.” You say in a moan, “cum princess, cum all over my cock.” He groans, feeling you milking him dry.

And after 3, 4 thrust, he’s shooting his seed deep into you. Finally pulling out, a mixture of blood and both of your cum. You loved how it didn’t bother him one bit, he was disgusting, he was vulgar, but he was just for you, he loved you in every form, he’d fuck you even if you were dead, something he said. A lot of people found it as a red flag, but you loved that about him, it showed you that he had eyes for no one but you, and you were okay with that. “Period sex ain’t bad huh? Took that brattiness out of that tiny little body of yours.” He smirks, kissing your forehead, starting to rinse and wash you off.

“Mmm I guess not. But this isn’t going to be a regular thing.” You side eye, “Hmm we will see ab’ that one.” He chuckles.

Let’s just say, those 5 days you two took a lot of showers.

[inkskinned]

i. so 2 days ago, i think i almost got kidnapped.

ii. there's this line in mitski - okay, so i'm a stereotype but - she says i've been big and small. sometimes i think she means physically. and sometimes i think she means like how it feels small to be alone in a grocery store.

iii. i'm babysitting my brother's dog. my dog is much bigger than his; goblin's 70 pounds and comes up to my hip. but his dog (an australian shepherd) - she's tiny. like 30 pounds or something.

iv. i called my sister before i called the cops. it felt like a big move to call the cops. i didn't like doing it, either. i felt like, embarrassed this happened.

v. it was getting dark, right. and the rain had really started in earnest. and we were coming off a trail we'd seen a guy on, deep in the woods. this white unmarked panel van was just sitting there, at the trailhead, lights on, engine on. i had to squeeze past it to get to my car. i kept telling myself - this is fucking stupid to be freaked out by. it's just a guy. it's just a van. it's not a movie. move along.

vi. sometimes i think about those chain emails that used to go around. you know, the ones with "survival tips for women" in them. in the age of the internet, where did all of those go? where is the masterlist of holding your keys in your fist? did anyone print that up and put it on their wall. do they sleep beside it.

vii. the van started to move while i put the dogs in the car. very slowly, he turned and backed up so he was blocking me in. i felt my heart racing. the rain was in my eyes. he opened his front door, just stuck a foot out. my brother's dog immediately freaked out. i had to physically restrain her. he closed his door. i got into the car with the dog, through the passenger side. i locked everything. the van stayed behind me for a little bit. when he finally left, i found him parked at the edge of the road. he waited for me to turn, and then followed me for a few intersections.

iix. i just couldn't stop thinking - this isn't real. this isn't something that happens. you're making this a bigger issue than it needs to be. this is the way it would play out if you were on tv. i didn't want to be that person, you know? jumping at shadows. freaked out about nothing. you know, a hysterical woman.

ix. my friends and i joke over dinner that i would be the first to die in a horror movie. then we go around and assign death warrants - who dies first, who is the serial killer. there are times in my life i have been jokingly folded to fit into the trunk of a car. every time someone picks me up, even in a friendly way, i have the sudden, horrible thought: oh. i couldn't really stop this from happening if things got too far. that feels small and big all-at-once. like breathing in glass particles.

x. i didn't get the license plate. the cops were not helpful. i didn't really expect them to be, but i didn't want anyone else to get hurt, just-in-case something bad would have happened. not that i get to assume something bad would have happened. it feels small and stupid. i feel like an idiot. what if calling the cops causes more hurt than good? maybe calling them was foolish. the first thing i said when they picked up was - uh, so i don't really know if this is a big deal or not but i think something weird just happened.

xi. in the last 48 hours i have gone to work and done my laundry and walked the dogs some more. i didn't even bring it up with my therapist. on the phone with the police officer, she said - you're actually being very calm about this. it is just something that can happen, i guess. i think i'm probably not the only person walking around with something that should-be-big rattling around inside of them. since nothing did happen, i don't really get to be upset. bad things have happened to me. i am statistically speaking extremely lucky.

xii. sometimes i think about all the diary pages that exist. and all the places where people hide the things that are too horrible to look at, even if it's a memory. it feels big-and-small to know that my diary knows the worst of me. it feels big to know someone else probably has the same diary. like - ha! same trauma. how endearing. i told my sister - well this is just part of being femme presenting isn't it.

xiii. on wednesday i saw a bunch of warblers and last night i had a dream about a girl with red hair. that felt big. that felt poetic. it's thursday today. i almost got kidnapped on a tuesday. in between the rest of me, i have no idea where to fit that moment.

poem where everything is true unless it makes you uncomfortable and then of course it's all made up for attention // r.i.d

[onyourhyuck]

MRS NA? | NA JAEMIN. | PART ONE.

— Prologue: “Why do i have so many children?” + “Well you strapped me to the bed, you know how that went.”

— Summary: Wherein Go Yeeun wakes up from a coma and meets Na Jaemin claiming to be her husband and have five children together.

— Genre: jaemin series. Romance. Found family. Mystery. Smut. Crack. Fluffiness.

— Notes: THIS IS A JAEMIN SERIES ON MY BLOG. reblog and follow me for more daily updates.

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Go Yeeun's eyes softly wake up from what felt like a deep dream. It felt surreal to wake up surrounding seeing everything go white. The walls, the bed, the blanket were all matching colours. Next to the bed was a young man half asleep on the chair with a denim jacket over the body covering like a blanket.

The young woman sat up holding her head suddenly when a striking breeze hit the head. She groans out. "Ah fuck..."

The man removes from the chair walking to the side. "You're awake, nurse! nurse!"

She looks up seeing how he held her and she stares him down with her eyes clench at the unfamiliar feeling. "Who are you?" He looks down at Yeeun sitting on the bed now.

"I'm Jaemin. I'm your husband.”

A pain hits her heart at the centre of the chest and he saw her grab the hospital gown with a balling fist. Yeeun can't remember anything not a single memory running in that moment.

"I have a husband?" Yeeun saw Jaemin give her a nod. "Yes honey we are."

The nurse comes through running in with a white check board. Looking down she calls out her name. "Na Yeeun? Can you remember anything." The nurse gently asked, with black hair. Yeeun looks around murmuring.

"What happened... why am i here?"

The doctor appears behind the nurse coming forward he opens the flashlight holding out Yeeun's face and flashes it in the eyes.

"You had a car accident and your husband brought you to the hospital. You've been unconscious for a day and a half. I'm surprised you regained your consciousness that quick." He hums putting it down. Yeeun pulls her face away looking at the hospital gown she wore and the bed she's in.

"I was in a car accident..." she murmurs softly. "Then... when can i get my memories back doctor?"

He explains. "It's only a matter of time. Memories will come back soon you won't even realise it."

Jaemin looks at the doctor. "When can she be discharged?"

"We will check more of your stats but if they are doing good we don't have a reason to keep you here. Just make sure to give us a visit every two weeks for a check up."

"Will do Doctor. Thank you." Jaemin bows the head as the doctor and nurse leave. He would turn around to Yeeun.

"How do you feel?"

Yeeun looks down. She was confused if anything. "I don't know. What's your name?"

He smiles. "Jaemin. Na Jaemin."

'Na Jaemin. So he's my husband.' Yeeun couldn’t believe it nonetheless the handsome man standing there was her husband.

Hospital doctors were shocked to know how well Yeeun’s stats were being monitored so well considering the accident only just happened, the woman’s body was adjusting quite well. It was a good sign. It felt like a miracle to witness such good status enough to let a patient leave the next day just like that. As they were discharged Jaemin lead Yeeun inside the car in a truck shape. At first she tried to remember this car but she couldn’t find a single memory in that brain of hers.

Jaemin drove Yeeun away from the hospital after discharging the woman. It was amazing how the doctors were able to let her go after seeing such good stats. Yeeun truly has a fast healing body.

When driving in silence Yeeun trails thinking. "Can you tell me about yourself?"

The young man at the wheel driving chuckles. "Well what do you want to know?

She spoke out against the wind coming through the open window. "Everything."

Somehow a little panic struck Jaemin but he squirms in the seat sighing. He thought wondering what he can say to her. "I am your husband. We met in high school, I love peaches but i despise strawberries because i am allergic to them. My birthday is 13th August."

"Well... I don't know what to say anymore then that." Jaemin would explain shrugging.

Yeeun turns to look at him. "Whens my birthday?"

Jaemin nearly forgot but remembered after. "You're the 27th of April honey."

Yeeun murmur. "It's June this month. My birthday past already."

"How did we start dating?" She came up with another question so quickly.

Jaemin kept the eyes on the road. "I don't remember honestly."

She exclaims. "You don't remember?"

He goes quiet and Yeeun turns around staring at the front trailing. "I was a homewrecker weren't I?"

Jaemin's face swung to the side stuttering in panic. He saw how fast her expression went from blank to absolutely depressing.

"Uhm— no no I didn't mean..." oh god Yeeun totally misunderstood him right there.

"I was a whore wasn't I?" Yeeun turns around blurting out. She really was thinking about it deep. Jaemin blinks down at the woman turning to the road.

She waits for an answer but Jaemin’s silence was enough to answer every little assumption she had about herself.

"Yeeun honey it doesn't matter right? We are married now and we have children today."

The confused woman paused. Yeeun turns to him hearing the world simple alert her.

"We have children?" Yeeun retorts shocked.

The house in front when the car parks right outside was a house nearing the forest behind as well as a farmland.

Yeeun getting out the car and looking around she saw horse stables, she saw pig pens and cows. Moreover chicken coops too. She couldn't remember a single thing about this place .

Jaemin brings his hands on to Yeeun and pulls her to the side so they can walk to the house together. He opens the door and Yeeun looks around the house.

"How many children do we have?" She asked.

"You'll see now." Jaemin smirks.

The man whistles with the hands and instantly a ruckus upstairs were heard. Two younger boys around the age six slide down the stairway railings jump down. They wore identical blue overalls and a loose shirt underneath them.

A young girl slightly older comes down wearing a pink floral dress with a toy bunny in her hand.

Jaemin turns an eye on the three children. "Where are the other two troublemakers?"

Yeeun felt her face widen when an older boy jumps down from the railings landing on two feet right in front of her. She screams going behind Jaemin.

"ah there he is!" Jaemin taps the older boys shoulder. He looked to be the eldest amongst the others. He also carried a younger boy to be an infant, the youngest child.

She heavily exclaims. "I have four children?"

Jaemin points at the baby. "Nope five honey. Don't forget Yongsoo."

"Why do i have so many children..." 'did I not know condoms existed? What the fuck...'

She nods looking at them. None sparked a memory to her and she look about the house. Neither did the inside of the house spark a memory.

“Well you strapped me to the bed, you know how that went.” He pops in a flirtious joke leaving Yeeun stunned to stand there. Seriously in front of the kids?

"What are there names?" She'd whisper to Jaemin and he turns around nodding. "I'll introduce them.”

Yeeun nods listening to Jaemin when he approaches a taller boy, he wore a loose red shirt and denim shorts. The hair was nearly brushed back. "This boy right here is Hanuel. He is the oldest son. Does the name ring any sparks to you?"

She shook her head.

Jaemin turns around to the younger girl in pink floral dress. "Okay maybe Haewon will. She's our only daughter."

Yeeun said nothing and Jaemin took it as a no. He turns to the twin boys with a large smirk lifting them up.

"These are the twins. The one with a lisp is Insu. The one with wider ears is Insung."

She stares at them nodding giving an awkward wave. Yeeun feels like she's never been around children ever in her life.

"The last child is Yongsoo. He's the baby." Jaemin puts the children down and picks up the infant he puts it in her hands and she shakily held the child.

Yongsoo looks at Yeeun before pulling on her hair and she pushed the child back into Jaemin's hands.

"Maybe you should hold him for now. I'm going to take a look around the home." Yeeun states walking around the house.

The house was on a farmland. It clearly had been occupied by animals outside in the stables and the barn. However, Yeeun never felt like she would be working here. Imagining living here with a full household it just didn't click to be her thing. Soon after Yeeun walks upstairs checking the rooms.

The children shared a giant room all together. They had a bed next to another. They had a little corner full of books for children.

Then Yeeun moves to the room next door it was a double bed with a small bathroom in it.

The children had their shared bathroom on the same floor. Downstairs it was a large living space, with a small broken down tv from a super old brand. The kitchen was spacious too but it was linked to the living room space too.

She holds her head sighing. "What even is happening..."

Jaemin plops behind Yeeun without realising and she jolts up screaming. "Whoa whoa! It's just me." Jaemin says.

She turns around heavily breathing. "Do you always creep up on people?"

He smirks flirtatiously leaning down. "Why do you think you fell for me huh? You loved me creeping up on you."

'What on earth was I thinking back then.' Yeeun looks away glaring.

Jaemin seems satisfied seeing her reaction and he clears his throat looking at the time. "Let's get the children to sleep because they have school tomorrow. Me however I'm leaving."

"What!.."

The young woman grabs Jaemin's forearms in worry when he was leaving downstairs. He moves his eyes to watch the hands stopping on tracks.

Yeeun bursts out hushing. "What do you mean you're leaving me with the kids here."

He shifts. "It's what I always do, go to the bar meet up my friends, have a beer or two. It never bothered you before."

"But... won't you sent them to bed too?"

"Nope you can handle it. They understand."

She gulps. Mentally prepping to be alone with five small children wasn't good for her and unfortunately it looks like her husband wasn't bothered nor caring for how much it made her feel anxious. Jaemin slammed the front door leaving them all alone.

Yeeun deeply sighs.

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[book-place]

Night Stroll

Warnings: cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Khonshu x daughter reader, Marc Spector x reader platonic, Steven Grant x reader platonic

Request: Can you do a platonic fic where the reader is the goddess of the moon but is like a daughter to Khonshu and meets Marc/Steven because they were bored? Sry if this doesn’t make sense I have a hard time putting ideas into words 😅

Request by: @buddee

*not my gif*

Summary: A nightly stroll takes a turn

A/N: This is definitely one of the shortest things I’ve ever written

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Read?”

“No.”

“Play a board game?”

“No.”

“Watch a documentary?”

“Definitely not.”

Steven crossed his arms with a huff, pouting slightly at Marc in the mirror, “Well then what do you want to do? Because I’m all out of ideas here.”

The American man rolled his eyes, “Your ideas are boring.”

“They are not!” He protested, stomping his foot like a child.

Marc placed his hands on either side of the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes as if to ward off an oncoming headache, “Okay, Steven, I will only say this one more time: I am not sitting through another one of your ideas of fun.”

“Well then what do you suggest we do?” He challenged back, fed up with his alter.

“I really don’t care,” Marc started waving his hands around, “Let’s just get out of here, go on a walk or something.” He suggested.

Steven let out a disappointed and dramatic sigh, “Fine, Marc, whatever.”

He walked out of the hotel room, making sure to grab a jacket on the way out, and exited into the cool night air.

Since it was Marc’s idea, he fronted and led the walk along the sidewalk, glancing up at the moon every now and then.

“It sure is beautiful.” Steven said, looking up at the bright white object in the sky.

“Thanks.” A voice said from behind them.

They whipped around with wide eyes, their vision landing on a young woman, sitting on top of a brick wall, swinging her legs back and forth.

“Who the hell are you?” Marc asked, releasing his fists that his hands subconsciously turned into when he was startled.

“Y/n.” You said in a ‘duh’ tone, hopping off of the wall and walking up to the man with your hands clasped behind your back, looking up at the moon.

“Have we met, or…” Marc trailed off, looking to you for answers.

You sighed, leaning your head up to the sky, “No, Marc,” You said his name mockingly, “We have not met before, but I know who you are, and it’s kind of rude that you don’t know who I am.”

“How are we supposed to know who you are?” A British voice asked.

“Well, Steven, I would have assumed that you would have been told.” You said, glancing at him sideways.

“By… whom?” He asked.

“I would assume Khonshu.” You shrugged, “But then again, I never was his favorite person.”

Stevens' mouth dropped open as he gaped at you, “Y-you’re an avatar?” He couldn’t think of any other way you would know the God.

You let out a laugh. A long laugh. You doubled over clutching your stomach as you laughed and laughed.

“A-avatar?” You finally managed to breath out between gasps for air, “Oh, Steven. I’m a goddess. Goddess of the moon to be exact. And I’m Khonshu’s daughter.”

Marc quickly snapped his mouth shut and turned on his heel, throwing his hands up in the air, “That’s it! I’m done with this bullshit! I can't even go on a normal walk anymore!”

You let out a giggle, waving after him, “I’ll see you two later!” Once they were out of sight, you let out a sigh of contempt, “I like them, dad.”

“I knew you would.” Khonshu said, suddenly appearing beside you, “They’re as annoying as you are.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Whatever, old man.”

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FINNICK ODAIR X READER

'Monkeys Fist'

Finnick's face goes pale as he sees the screen, yn.

"Finnick. Your poor little district 13. You need to stop this," yn says looking into the camera with a empathetic look in her eyes.

"Katniss please. People are dying, we need a cease fire," Peeta says.

After that he went completely Bat Shit.

He was insane trying to get someone to rescue you, hell he tried to go to the capitol multiple times. Just to see you one last time.

It had been weeks since the broadcasts of Yn and Peeta had started. After the bombing Peeta and Yn mentioned, a rescue team had to be sent out. The Mockingjay couldn't function and neither could Finnick.

Katniss observes as Finnick ties the same knot. And unties it.

It's the same one every time. As they wait for word of the condition of Peeta and Yn, Katniss wonders why.

Why, the same one? It looks like a ball of rope, carefully entertwined until it forms some sort of ball.

"Why are you tying the same one every time?" Katniss questions to break the silcence.

Finnick gives her a sad smile, "Yn taught it to me. She said it was her favorite," Katniss almost feels bad for stirring up bad memories

And it doesn't help that in the five and a half weeks, they had been here he had been frantic worried about yn.

"Did you always love yn, Finnick?" Katnids asks.

He smiles, "She hated me, oh God how she hated me. She thought I was self centered, conceited, the list goes on," he smiles sadly, "I was her trainer. She won the games, and we became a couple. She kissed me before she left the games. I always loved her,"

He smiles at the memory, "She was also forced to be used..... by snow....for body. She's the one who found out that Snow poisoned to gain his postion. I helped gain more secrets, we both did. I told them every one. Years of work, it took some real care to not get caught, when we did. Yn blackmailed, she was good at it," he smiles as he remembers his lover.

"She sounds really...... nice," Katniss replies.

"She was, with everybody but the Capitol. We had to hide our dating, she was furious," he goes back to mindlessly tying and untying that knot.

Haymitch pushes thorough the door, "They're back. We're wanted in the hospital," katniss starts asking a million questions that Haymitch cuts off, "That's all I know,"

Katniss starts to run, but stops. Finnick is acting really strange. It's almost like he is paralyzed. She takes his hand and leads him through special defense, into the elevator, and on to the hospital wing.

The place is total chaos.

Doctors shouting patients being wheeled around it's total chaos.

"FINNICK," They hear a shriek if joy as a woman runs toward him, limping with gauze on her arm and a few bruises, and cuts.

The two lovers collapse into each other, clinging after having been so lost without the other.

They fall into a wall unable to maintain balance and stay there.

"I missed you," is all Yn says, breathless.

Finnick softly kisses her, "I missed you more,"

Yn hisses in pain as Finnick looks bewildered, "Calm down. I'm fine. Okay yeah that's a lie. I will live,"

He looks incredibly panicked as she explained her knee had to be put back into socket.

"My knot," yn says smiling as she looks at the Monkeys fist knot.

Finnick smiles and hands it to her to investigate

"I love you," she says kissing him.

After they break the kiss, "I love you to, sweetheart," he says slinging an arm around her waist to walk off together. Not willing to lose her for another second.

After they reach their room, laying side by side on the the bed. He has to know what happened.

"So. What,.... What did they do?" He asks timidly, whilst snuggling into her neck. She had always been extremely open about talking about trauma. It was how yn processed it.

"Not this time, Finny," is all she says. They lay in silence until they both drift off.

Yn wakes up to Finick staring at her.

She giggles and gives him a kiss before she gets up , Finnick groans as she changes and starts to get him up.

"Did you even leave bed?" She teases.

"This is actually one of the first times I have been allowed to sleep in here, they kept me in the pysch ward," he states.

"Poor thing," she says as she kisses the top of his head.

After a week, Peeta hasn't made much progress. But, Finnick was incredibly upset over the fact that Yn hadn't told him anything.

It wasn't the fact that she didn't want to talk about it. It was she didn't want to talk about it with him.

She talked to Johanna.

She had sworn her to secrecy.

"Please, I need to know," He would beg from Johanna.

"Fuck off unless you want me telling yn," she would threaten.

Yn had been tortured but not hijacked. She didn't need to be.

One threat to Finnick and they had her full compliance.

Johanna and Yn sat in the hummingbird room.

"I can't tell him. He would be so mad at himself," yn tells her.

Johanna thinks about this, "He has been trying to get information out of me,"

That is all Yn needs and she is racing down the hall.

Finnick greets her with a kiss. He hadn't asked her about anything since that night.

"What the hell Odair," she exclaims.

Finnick is bewildered as to what he did.

"I,-" yn cuts him off.

"You asked Johanna. I would have told you. They threatened you, it didn't work on Peeta. But it worked on me. They were going to have you tortured and hijacked. So i did what they wanted, but that didn't stop the abuse," she spills out.

"Happy now," she asks giving him a hard look with tear stained cheeks.

She runs down the hall and hides in an old closet.

'The water is so cold it's icy. She watches in fear as a wave of ice cold water hits her skin.

The water quickly drains as eltric pulses shoot through her body. She is half conscious and crying when Snow walks in.

"Poor thing," he smiles at her pain, "You have it far better than Peeta. I don't need you,"

He steps out as more waves of electricity shoots through her body'

Yn is a sobbing mess as she confides in the closet. The reason she talked to Johanna was that they were tortured together lart of the time.

Once the tears stop she makes her way to their shared room.

Finnick is sitting on the bed anxiously tying a monkeys fist knot.

"I'm sorry, love" yn says and Finnick runs to hug her.

He blabbers on and on about how sorry he is, "Pleas I love you," is the last thing he says.

"I love you sugar," sh esays and kisses him

[crovvpunk]

I wrote an angsty blurb about Jean and Harry so I'm dumping it here. Might turn it into a full fic eventually.

enjoy ↓

"What is this? Some kind of fucking joke?" The man's eyes are dark and cold. He's leaning against the side of his door, arms crossed.

[Empathy] He seems startled to see you on his doorstep- and not overly pleased.

[Perception : Vision] He's wearing ill-fitting trousers and a dark blue shirt with long sleeves. There's something odd about seeing him without his uniform.

[Electrochemistry] It feels intimate.

"No. No jokes. I just... I was hoping we could talk? Over coffee, maybe?"

"Why do you have that?" He pointed to the small pot in your hands.

"Oh!! It's a gift- for you! It's a cute little cactus, with a flower blossom too, look-"

Jean opened his mouth to say something, but you were still going.

"You don't have to worry about watering it all the time, it's prickly-- but cool, and it's very resilient. It reminded me of you."

Jean raises his eyebrows, his lips pressing into a tight line. Silence falls between the two of you.

You feel a crushing weight in your chest. And your palms are sweating.

"Uh-huh.... thanks." There's an edge to his voice as he takes the potted plant and looks it over. His face is hard to read, but it looks like something in him caved. He sighs heavily. "Alright, fine. Come in.”

[Composure] This is going better than you thought it would. Just keep it cool, don't freak out.

[Reaction Speed] RUN before the scary man with the sad eyes makes you feel horrible about yourself again!

[Inland Empire] No. He needs this, just as much as you do.

You follow Jean inside, quietly observing the cosy wooden furniture. A painting of a horse hangs on the wall above a worn leather couch. You take a seat at the tiny dining table, nervously twiddling your thumbs.

Jean is in the kitchen. He sets the cactus on the windowsill in front of the sink and starts preparing a pot of coffee. You can hear the sizzle of the pot as the scent fills the air. He exits and takes a seat at the table across from you.

“What do you want?” His voice is as sharp as his gaze. Anger flares up behind his stoney eyes.

“I wanted to apologise to you, for all the bullshit I've put you through.” Your words are soft.

The man narrows his eyes. “Oh please!” He scoffs, “Do you seriously think I haven't heard this bullshit before?” His shoulders grow rigid.

“But–”

“Yes, I know! You're the sorriest goddamn cop who ever lived. This isn't the first time you've shown up grovelling on my doorstep.” A scowl is written across his face.

“Jean…” Your voice cracks, “I don't… I can't remember what I did to make you feel this way, just that it was horrible.”

“Oh yes. Let me help you, give you a little run-down- maybe?” Before you have a chance to object, Jean continues, “You permanently crippled a man in a fit of blind rage, a month ago. You went undercover to sleep with prostitutes and then arrested them. When a woman accused you of harassing her you tried to get her child taken away. You– you fucking leave a trail of destruction wherever you go, and it's always been my job to clean up after you.” His voice is shaking with rage, his fists clenched on the table in front of him. “I can keep going.”

God… did I really do all of that?

[Half Light] You did. You can still remember the sound of bones cracking.

“You don't need to.” There's a growing pit in your stomach. You start feeling a little ill. “I already know that I've done terrible things, I've spent weeks rediscovering every awful thing I've ever done for myself!” A heavy sigh escapes you. “Listen. I wish I could’ve been a better person, and a better partner to you– but I wasn't. All I can do now is try to move forward and… prove to you that I can be better.”

The words feel familiar and bitter in your mouth.

Jean crosses his arms tight to his body, still scowling. Silent rage radiates from him, but he says nothing.

“I have a fresh set of eyes, a new outlook on life. They say people have to hit rock bottom before they'll change. That was my rock bottom, Jean. I'm a changed man, ready to take accountability for my life.”

Jean shakes his head, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Do you think I’m a moron? That may have worked on me when we were young men, but not anymore. I've heard it all before. There is nothing left for you to say.” He pauses, briefly, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes. “Guys like you don't change, Harry. You might be able to bewitch this new little partner of yours, lure him in with your honeyed lies and empty promises. But not me. I'm not your emotional dumping ground, go see a fucking psychiatrist.”

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The Soccer Player and His Nanny–Joe Keery

Part 2

Requested by @heyitzellen3

Joe glanced up in the stands to see his son walking to their usual seats with his nanny directly behind him. When Danny saw his dad, he stopped walking and waved widely. Joe laughed as he lifted his hand and waved back to his son.

Joe's eyes glanced to Y/N, his son's nanny. He nodded toward her before continuing his drills with the team. Joe caught himself continually glancing at Danny and Y/N in the stands.

Y/N started working for Joe, helping him with Danny three years ago. She started shortly after Joe's wife died. Danny was only four when they lost her mother. His son shut down after that. He didn't laugh. He didn't smile. He rarely talked. Until he met Y/N.

The second Danny met Y/N, he opened up. He invited her to his room and they played for over an hour. They would have played for longer if Joe hadn't gone upstairs and interrupted. The second Y/N started to leave, Danny asked if Y/N could come back and play tomorrow.

Joe had no choice. He had to hire the woman who brought his son out of the walls his mother's death built around him.

Not to say that Joe wouldn't have hired her anyway. She went to college for child development and has been babysitting and nannying since high school. Watching her with Danny, Joe knew she was a natural. He knew that his son would be in good hands.

"Your nanny is pretty cute, Keery," Wilson chuckled as he patted him on the back a little too hard.

"Must be nice having that to welcome you home every night," Jennings smirked.

"Where can I get one?" Lucas asked.

"I need to get a kid so I have an excuse to have one of her," Oliver joined in.

"Hey, Keery. I have a serious question for you," Max started. Joe already knew where this was going and he was struggling to control his anger. "After she tucks little Danny in at night, does she go to your room and tuck you in?"

"Enough," Joe warned through his teeth. He used his anger as he ran and kicked the ball. None of his anger was relieved when the soccer ball went into the net. He turned around and glared at his teammates.

He opened his mouth to threaten them but caught Y/N and Danny watching him. Danny pulled on Y/N's sleeve and asked her a question. She glanced at Joe before answering him.

With clenched fists, Joe walked away from his teammates. He went to the bench and grabbed some water. He wasn't actually thirsty. He just needed some air before he punched one of his teammates.

"Daddy!"

Joe turned and saw Danny running towards him with Y/N quickly following behind. Danny jumped on the bench and jumped on his back.

"Danny," Y/N sighed as she caught up to him. "I'm sorry, Joe. I told him to wait until halftime."

"That's alright," Joe chuckled, glancing at his son still on his back. "The game hasn't started yet. But remember, bud, you have to stay with Y/N during my games."

"I know," Danny said as Joe put him down. "I just wanted to wish you luck."

Joe patted his head with a small chuckle. His eyes darkened when he saw several teammates watching from the middle of the field. He glanced back at Y/N to see her studying him.

"How about you and Y/N go and get a hot dog before the game?" Joe suggested. He wasn't sure if he suggested it to get his son off the field or Y/N away from his teammates.

"Yay!" Danny turn and started running to the concessions.

"Danny!" Y/N called out. "Wait for me, sweetheart!"

Joe tried to ignore the feeling he got when Y/N called his son little nicknames, the kind a mother would call her son.

Danny stopped and bounced on his toes as he waited. Y/N checked to make sure he stopped before turning to Joe.

"Everything okay?" She asked, glancing at his teammates before turning back to him. Joe looked over her shoulder to see his teammates still eyeing her. He clenched his fists for the second time in less than five minutes.

"Everything is fine, Y/N," he snapped unnecessarily at her. "Please just go do your job and keep an eye on my son."

She opened her mouth but Joe stormed off. Y/N wrapped her arms around herself and walked over to Danny who was still waiting.

"Can we get hotdogs now?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Of course," she smiled. "How about we get sodas too?"

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Throughout the game, his teammates completely forgot about Y/N. Joe didn't. Whenever he'd glance at his son, Y/N was always interacting with Danny. She'd either be fixing his jacket, helping him open a bag of chips, or pointing out where Joe was on the field to him.

Joe let out a sigh of relief when the ref blew the whistle, signaling halftime. He jogged over to the bench and grabbed his water bottle. He ran his fingers through his hair and instinctively glanced over his shoulder. He felt something he hasn't felt in a long time when he caught Y/N's eyes.

She sent him a smile and a thumbs up. Joe laughed as Danny ran away from her and Y/N instantly called out to him. She apologized to the people she was sitting next to as she followed his son. Joe met Danny and hugged him.

"You're doing so good, Daddy!" Danny giggled. "Can we pass the ball?"

"Sure," he chuckled. He stood up and they walked a little onto the field. They started passing the soccer ball back and forth. Subconsciously, Joe caught himself searching the crowd for Y/N.

Joe felt his jaw clench when he saw Y/N off to the side. She was surrounded by three of his teammates. She was talking to Wilson, Jennings, and Max.

He jumped when Danny cheered. He looked back at him and smiled when he saw that Danny had kicked the soccer ball past him.

"Nice shot, buddy," he laughed. His smile dropped the second he turned away from his son and jogged to get the ball.

"Sorry, kid, but I think the game is about to start soon. Why don't you go get your seats before someone takes them? I gotta talk to Y/N real fast. She'll meet you there."

"Okay," Danny said like he didn't have a single care in the world. Joe watched as his son ran back to their original seats.

He struggled to control his anger as he walked over to Y/N. He glared at his teammates as he got closer. They said goodbye to Y/N before heading back to the team's bench. Joe grabbed Y/N's wrist and pulled her closer.

"How about you watch my son instead of flirt with my teammates? Isn't that what I hired you for?" He asked through his teeth. He roughly let her go and walked back to the field.

He ignored the desire to look at Y/N and Danny as the game started. Eventually, Joe couldn't fight it anymore. He glanced over at where they were sitting to see their spot on the bench. Joe's stomach sank when he saw it was empty.

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Joe walked into the house to find it quiet. It wasn't usually quiet. Usually, he'd walk in and he could hear Y/N and Danny playing. When he walked in after the game, he could feel the tension in the air.

He headed to his room but stopped when he heard Y/N talking softly. He couldn't help himself. He stood against the wall, listening as Y/N finished telling him the story of Peter Pan.

"Y/N?" Danny said, sleep clear in his voice after she finished the story. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, sweetie," she whispered.

"Why was Daddy angry?"

"What do you mean?"

"Today, at the game," he continued. "He got angry with you during their recess. Why?"

Joe's heart sank when he heard Danny sniffle. He peaked his head around the doorframe and saw Y/N pull Danny into her chest and started running her fingers through his hair.

"Listen to me, kiddo," she whispered. "Your daddy was not mad at me, okay? He was just frustrated about the game."

"I saw him grab you," Danny said, his breath shaky. "Now your wrist is purple."

Joe glanced down at Y/N's wrist that he had grabbed earlier. His heart sank into his stomach when he saw the bruise that was forming. The bruise that he had left.

His heart sank even lower and his stomach turned sour when he saw Danny gently rubbing his finger up and down her bruise. Danny saw the bruise and, even worse, he knew that his dad was the one who caused it.

"He didn't mean it, Danny," Y/N said gently. "It was an accident. Okay? Your daddy wouldn't hurt me. Or you."

"It was still scary," Danny whispered. Y/N pulled out of their embrace and gently grabbed his chin, making him look at her.

"Your daddy loves you," she said softly but firmly. "Never forget that, okay, baby? Your daddy would never hurt you, Danny. His job is to protect you and he will do whatever it takes to do it right."

"I know," Danny said through his yawn. "You're coming back tomorrow. Right?"

The hope in his voice made Joe's whole body sink. He landed back against the wall, tempted to sink to his knees.

"Of course," Y/N whispered. "I'll be back to pick you up before your daddy goes to work."

Joe peaked back into his son's room to see Y/N tucking Danny in. After pulling the blanket up to his chin, she leaned down and kissed his forehead. She was about to walk away but Danny grabbed her hand.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too," she chuckled. "Now get some sleep, okay?"

Joe went back to his room before Y/N could catch him in the hallway. Right as he closed his bedroom door, he heard Y/N leaving Danny's room. He held his breath as he heard her walk downstairs.

He quickly changed before going downstairs. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Y/N at the sink, rinsing the dishes. He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to think of something to say. He cleared his throat causing Y/N to glance over her shoulder.

"I didn't hear you come in," Y/N said softly as she turned back toward the sink. "I made him something to eat for dinner, got him to take a bath, brush his teeth, and put on his pajamas. He's asleep."

She finished rinsing the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She grabbed a soap pod from under the sink and tossed it in. She closed the dishwasher and started it. She wiped her hands on the towel, turning around and refusing to look at Joe.

"I'm going to head home. I'll come pick Danny up before. . ."

"Y/N, wait," he sighed, stopping her before she could walk away.

"I should really go before traffic gets bad."

"Y/N, please," Joe dropped his voice. "There are some things I need to say to you."

Y/N nodded for him to continue as she wrapped her arms around herself. She took a step away from him, leaning against the sink. He could tell that for the first time since they met, Y/N was not comfortable around him.

"First," he started, "I'm sorry about grabbing you at the game. I shouldn't have grabbed you so roughly. I didn't mean to hurt you, Y/N. You didn't deserve that. You didn't do anything wrong."

"You're right," she cut him off. "I didn't, so why did you do it? Why did you assume that I wasn't doing my job? That I was ignoring my job of taking care of Danny and flirting with your teammates instead? I wasn't even talking with them. They were talking. I was listening. And not exactly willingly, may I add. Besides, you were with him, Joe! It's not like he was running into oncoming traffic."

Y/N let out a shaky breath as she tried to calm down. She wanted to look away from him, but she couldn't.

"Second," he continued, "I shouldn't have snapped at you. I had no right to assume those things about you. I also had no right to stop anything from happening between you and. . ."

"Nothing is happening between me and one of your teammates, Joe," she cut him off, her anger sneaking through. She cleared her throat and lowered her voice. "Will you please just tell me what the hell is going on? Because it feels like this attitude, this snapping for no reason, came out of nowhere. Why the sudden change? Have I done something wrong? Is it something with Danny? I stick to the schedule. He knows how to spell and write his name. We're working on numbers. He already knows how to. . ."

Joe cut her off by grabbing her face and pressing his lips to hers. She gasped, not sure how to react. She slowly relaxed and kissed him back. The second she started, Joe let go of her face and wrapped his arms around her waist.

He pulled her in tighter as their lips moved in sync. Joe couldn't stop himself from deepening the kiss. He squeezed her hips, making her gasp. He used it to his advantage and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She didn't hesitate to respond this time.

Without breaking the kiss, Joe leaned down and grabbed her thighs. She responded by jumping up, letting him catch her. A small moan escaped Y/N's lips as Joe set her down on the counter. He broke the kiss, rubbing his nose against hers.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice coming out like a gasp.

"Joe," she whispered back. He leaned out of their embrace and looked deeply into her eyes.

"You mean the world to Danny," he continued. "And you mean even more to me. Neither one of us would survive without you. Promise me."

"Promise you what?" She asked, barely able to breathe.

"Promise me that Danny and I don't have to survive without you," he said a little louder. "Promise me that we won't lose you. Promise me that Danny will have a mother figure in his life. Promise me that I don't have to live without you in my life."

Y/N grabbed his shoulders and pulled him toward her so he was standing between her legs. She smashed her lips to his, smirking when she caught him off guard. Joe smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss. They broke apart, both of them out of breath. She looked up at Joe, her cheeks burning as he looked at her.

"I promise."

Part 2

[strawwritesfic]

Asexual!Q x Female!Reader: Logical Fallacy [Ch. 19]

Summary: Q’s got one hundred and two problems. His girlfriend is, technically speaking, every single one.

Challenge:  “102 Things A Guy Should Know About Girls” challenge by Miss Chocobo on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; asexual!Q; sexual!reader; a running gag about sexual harassment; double standard: sexual harassment, female on male; sexual harassment played for comedy; James Bond & Reader friendship; civilian!reader; artist!reader; complicated family relationships; reader has a really big family; miscommunications; MI6 would not behave this way in reality; set post-Skyfall; joking references made to Bond/Q)

Pairings: Q/Female!Reader; James Bond/Eve Moneypenny

Tag List: @imaginesfire; @rory-cakes​

Master List

Rule #19: Remember: Girls are pretty, but yours is the prettiest!

Two days later, Bond killed the cause of the security breach, and you were released. Not without any sort of ado, of course; MI6 wanted a full debriefing. That wasn't even getting into your not-so-little breakdown, which in M’s opinion warranted a complete psychological exam before he could feel safe in releasing you into the general public. Needless to say, this hadn’t exactly put you in the best state of confidence for your first meeting with head of the entire program.

Q couldn’t help much with that. All he could do was walk you to M’s office door, then give your hand a gentle squeeze as you walked inside. He could feel your pulse pounding as he did so, but he couldn’t even offer you a smile before the door snapped shut and the light above it flashed on.

“You’ll be fine,” he muttered to no one. 

Even Miss Moneypenny was away at the moment. Q was left all alone, with nothing but the painting behind her desk to distract him from his nerves. In a fit of anxiousness, he paced over to the corner water cooler and poured himself a cup. It wasn't tea, but in this case it would have to do.

“Knock knock.”

Q very nearly jumped out of his skin. Given the impossibility of such a situation, though, he only managed to spill water down his front. Of course, there was Bond, sidling into the room, looking bruised but cocky–and, as usual, pleased to be present to see Q embarrass himself.

“007,” Q spluttered as he attempted in vain to dry himself off with nothing but the bottom of his jumper. “What are you doing back already?”

“I caught an early flight back into London,” Bond answered. He placed his hands in his pockets and nodded his head once toward M’s door. “Is [Name] in there? Eve said she wasn’t looking too well earlier.”

The water wasn’t coming out. Q dropped his jumper and gave a shaky nod, his own eyes too jittery to focus for long on any one thing inside the office himself. He swiped an arm across his chin to get the dripping to stop. “M wanted to debrief her. Not that she really knows anything, I don’t think. But for procedure's sake, I suppose.”

Bond seemed to sense Q’s own trepidation, which had only been worsened by all those recent sleepless nights. He clapped Q once on the back–with a little too much force, but Q didn’t have it in him to glower this time. 

“M will treat her fine. He knows she’s not an employee, or a threat,” said Bond.

“I assumed as much.” Q took off his glasses and rubbed his fists into his eyelids. “It’s just the exhaustion talking. He’ll let her go in a bit and she’ll head home.” 

A ragged thought drifted through Q’s head: And then, this time, you might even break up with him. Normally he would have voiced such a thought aloud; it helped his snarky demeanor considerably. But this time it was true, and he was surprised by the ache in his chest at the thought.

The man next to him nodded slowly, then leaned one shoulder on the wall. “She’s a pretty woman, your girlfriend.”

The ache grew deeper; Q felt his blood run slightly cold. When he looked up at Bond’s face, he had to work his tongue several times to unstick it enough for speech. Even then, he was quite sure the horror in his voice was plain. “Did you sleep with her?”

Why the thought bothered him so much, Q couldn’t say, except that in this case he couldn’t blame the exhaustion. He’d worried about it before dropping you off, after all. But he knew that Bond had slept with damn near every woman in the office, and that didn’t bother him. It didn’t bother him that Bond and Miss Moneypenny certainly acted as though they slept together all the time, whether or not they actually had. But with you, it was different. And he couldn’t put his finger on why.

The casual smirk Bond threw Q didn’t help matters. “Are you jealous, Q?”

Q broke eye contact and cleared his throat. “No. I–Of course not. I just wondered if that should be mentioned to the psychologist. I wouldn’t want [Name] failing because there were facts deliberately left out of the background details.”

He heard Bond shift away from the wall then walk over to Miss Moneypenny's desk, probably to look at the pictures she had set up there. Q didn’t look behind him to see for sure. But maybe Bond wasn’t doing that, as he said, “As I was saying, your girlfriend is pretty. And she made it quite plain she wasn’t going to sleep with me as soon as she set foot inside my flat.” There was a laugh in Bond’s voice, barely concealed. 

For once, Q couldn’t even be bothered that Bond was making fun of him. He turned. “Really?”

Bond grinned. “I think she’s a little in love with you.”

A smile flitted across Q’s face, but it couldn’t stay for long. The next moment, he was serious again, and his tired eyes found the light above M’s door. “I hope it stays that way,” he said quietly. 

Bond nodded. “For your sake, I hope so, too.”

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 607

Leah

Leah’s hands trembled, clenched into tight fists as she strode quickly up the halls. She knew her face must be flushed, she could feel the warmth. Robbie had been red faced. Another wave of anger crashed through her. Robbie had looked so embarrassed.

And there was nothing for him to be embarrassed about. Leah wanted to scream. It had always been a joke between her and Leonard, to read the worst articles about each other to the other. But now that it involved Robbie… She wanted to hit something. Well, someone if she was honest. The jerk who had written the stupid article.

Deep inside herself, Leah knew she wasn’t acting rationally, but all she wanted was to protect Robbie. This wasn’t the life he or Scotty had been raised in. It must be a shock to have to deal with so suddenly.

Leah turned the corner and the king’s office was in front of her. A pair of guards flanked the door, and before either could stop her, Leah had flung the door open and stormed inside.

“They’ve gone too far!” she cried out, as the door hit the wall in the office and bounced back.

“Leah!” David said in surprise.

“This is ridiculous and unacceptable!” Leah continued.

“Leah? What is?” David asked.

“We can’t let them write lies as truth!”

Angry tears formed in the corner of her eyes. David stood up behind his desk and began to move towards her. Only then did Leah register the group of ministers sitting in the room. Her face began to burn again, this time in embarrassment.

David reached her and put his hands on her shoulders.

“Sweetheart, what’s happened?” David studied her face, trying to figure out what was wrong.

Leah, headstrong, who normally dove straight in with no qualms, felt her mouth tighten as the ministers watched. She didn’t want to explain the problem in front of them.

“I- I’m sorry,” she muttered out. “I shouldn’t have interrupted.”

David’s arms went around her and hugged her tightly.

“I can see it must be important,” he told her soothingly.

“My apologies,” David said, as he released Leah and turned to the ministers. “Let’s have a short break. I will be back soon.”

A murmur of agreement met him, and he took Leah’s arm to lead her to a door on the far side of the office. Across the hall, and in another door, David led his daughter to a small, unoccupied office.

“Now, what’s happened?”

“There’s an article,” Leah finally got out.

“Ok,” David said encouragingly, “about what?”

“Me and Robbie. Some idiot thinks I’m—” Heat climbed Leah’s face again, and her fingers dug into her palms.

“You’re what sweetheart?”

“Pregnant.” The word dropped from Leah’s mouth bitterly.

“Oh,” David said. He sighed. “I knew those would come, I didn’t know it would be so soon.” The king held up a hand to stop Leah before she could say anything more.

“You’ve grown up Leah. You’re a young woman now, crown princess of our kingdom. And there’s never been someone at your side before, a partner. There’s unfortunately going to be a lot of interest and speculation about you, especially now with Robbie. Every move you make, everything you do or don’t do, will be taken as a sign. Even if it isn’t and means nothing.”

Leah’s chest tightened as anger rose again.

“That isn’t fair!”

“I know,” David said. “You’ve never let things people wrote before bother you.” He gave her a lightly questioning look.

“I’m used to it, but Robbie—”

David nodded knowingly. “He isn’t. Everyone is going to handle it differently, but I know you will help him.”

“Do we put out a statement?” Leah asked.

David took a deep breath. “It’s one article?”

Leah nodded.

“I think it’s best if we just ignore it.”

“But—!”

“I know you’re angry sweetheart,” David sighed again. “This was the first but it isn’t going to be the last unfortunately. Ask your mother about her first years before you came along. Every other article was about when she’d produce an heir. I know you want to protect Robbie, but the best you can do is let these articles slip away and ignore them.”

“But—”

“Trust me Leah. We will make statements when there is something to say, to announce. There’s nothing to say. And people may read more into an official denial than we intend. Ignoring the headlines shows we know they aren’t true.”

Leah deflated, her hands uncurling, slumping against David’s shoulder on the couch they had sat on.

“I’m sorry you’re going through this,” David said with an arm around her. “I wish you didn’t have too. I know it’s hard, but it’s just one more thing you have to learn about ruling.”

Leah sat in the office. David had gone back to his meeting, after making sure she was fine by herself. Alone, she finally let out the tears she’d held in. They streamed down her cheeks, as her sobs filled the room. Anger made her want to scream. Frustration and a feeling of defeat went hand in hand.

When finally the storm passed, Leah found some tissues and cleaned her face. She’d find Mother. Ask how she had gotten through it.

Part 608

Robbie

His mother sat beside him, a comforting hand on his arm. They had been brought tea, on Prince Leonard's orders, but Robbie couldn't get a single sip down.

Thoughts raced wildly through his head.

This article... what if people believed it? What if more articles followed?

He just wanted to be left alone. He just wanted to be happy with Leah. Why was it that royal children were not allowed any privacy? Why was their whole life controlled by the public, so to speak?

It just wasn't fair.

"I don't want people writing things like this about Leah and me," Robbie finally uttered a few defiant words as he let the tears flow.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. But... there's going to be more. And we have to learn to deal with it somehow."

Robbie remembered clearly the first articles that had been written about Scotty and Leonard. They were about the accident that had killed Robbie and Scotty's father, which had been linked to the construction of a royal shuttle. Robbie had also been interviewed at the time, in the middle of the cemetery, and he had flipped out, insulting the reporter in the vilest way.

Back then, the public had been on his side. But this time, maybe it was different. This time, people would run their mouths about Leah and him. And there was nothing they could do about it.

"And what if I cannae handle it? What if I'm not up to it all?

He was afraid it would be too much for him. What was he going to do if he couldn't learn to deal with the public? He wanted to be at Leah's side after all!

"Hey, we're all behind ye. Yer grandfather, yer brother, me. Ye are never alone, Robbie. And ye never will be. And just think about Leah. Ye'll support each other and be there for each other. She'll never let ye down.

Aye... Robbie knew that. But there were more worries weighing him down.

"I'm not ready to be a dad yet. I... I'm not even out of age yet!"

Even though it would only be two years until then, he was far from ready to be a father.

Francine quickly wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer.

"Oh, my baby, of course ye're not ready! And ye'll have plenty of time before ye're ready, too."

Robbie felt his heart sink.

"And what if that moment doesn't come? What if I'm never ready!"

Georgiares needed an heir to the throne. He would be responsible for carrying on the Scott and McCoy bloodlines with Leah.

His heart raced madly at the thought of so much pressure and responsibility being placed on him.

"Ye shouldn't worry about that just yet, Robbie. Time will sort it all out. For now, focus on being supportive of Leah and being by her side. Try to get through these articles together and don't let it get ye down."

Robbie swallowed hard before hugging his mother tightly and burying his face in her shoulder.

"Oh, Mum..."

Quietly, he began to sob, and he was just grateful that Francine was with him.