#or the incident with my dad which ALL of us remember but it didn't change anything about how my parents treat me or my sibling at home

[daedrabela]

sometimes i'll just be chilling with my bf and i start talking about something weird that happened to me as a kid/when i was younger and it turns out that was a whole ass trauma and then we sit there looking at each other like 😮

[dovveri]

what if nerd momo x bimbo reader author I need u

failing maths, but getting the girl

synopsis: momo and y/n have hated each other ever since an incident in first year. now, y/n's failing a class and momo offers to help.

warnings: mentions of blood and cuts, overbearing parents, drugs, implied sex

w/c: 4.0k

a/n: this is kinda funny for me bcs im blonde and my dad keeps making jokes in chinese about how im ltr a blonde bimbo now. anyway i combined these 2 reqs bcs im lazy forgive me anon/s

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"y/n!"

you turn in the corridor, almost crashing into the burly man behind you who yells a "watch where you're going blondie!" before rushing off to a class he was probably late to.

you spot your friends who had called you, grinning and waving you over, "can't go one day on campus without running someone down can you?" a friend teases.

you pout, "i didn't walk into anyone yesterday!"

"no but you got stuck in the revolving door outside the chem building."

you whine at their teasing, you were a naturally clumsy person! sometimes you'd mix up salt and sugar, and sometimes you'd lose your car keys only to find them still in the ignition keyhole of your car from the last time you used it.

"so you coming to that party tonight? i heard some famous dj from the states is playing."

"awwh really?! i can't tonight i'm failing that dumb math class i have to take and i have a quiz tomorrow so i gotta study."

"you're failing everything y/n, what difference would one night make for you anyway?" a scoff from a student passing by, who you recognise as the infamous hirai momo from the back of her head and the evil way she sends a side-eye at you and your friend group in disgust.

"i wouldn't be if it weren't for your sad ass hirai!"

"stop looking at my ass and get your eyes on some books for once."

momo was meant to be your roommate in first year. although you had accidentally locked her out in the rain for 5 hours while you were hooking up with someone you can't remember the name of anymore. that was during orientation week, safe to say she was pissed and completely drenched when you finally let her in. she filed for a roommate change not long after, citing "poor etiquette and stupidity that could infect my genius", and being the university's most promising academic scholar, she pretty much got whatever she wanted. meaning she also got you assigned to the harshest tutors and markers as her own form of personal revenge, essentially making you fail most of your first year courses. which is why you were even taking this math class again.

the problem arose however, when you find out you would actually lose your scholarship if you failed another class. so failing was definitely not an option.

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“you failed.”

“what!? but i studied all night! i even brought the right calculator model this time!”

“miss l/n, bringing the correct calculator doesn’t help you if you don’t know how to use it. and neither does studying all night if you haven’t been coming to class for most of the semester.”

you’re gaping at the professor in disbelief.

“i’m afraid you’ll lose your scholarship if you fail the upcoming final exam. take this as your final warning. good day miss l/n.”

the door is shut in your face while you're still left trying to process exactly what just happened, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

a familiar scoff behind you brings you back though, "what is y/n l/n doing here outside the staff meeting room? what? about to blow one of your professors for marks or something?"

you spin, stepping into her space, faces inches away from each other, "you jealous or something hirai? i'll blow you too if you beg."

you revel in the way her cheeks immediately flush, a slightly shaky finger pushing up the glasses on her nose as she looks away, "jokes on you l/n. i don't have a dick dimwit."

"you don't need one for me to make you feel good."

she's sputtering, moving around you quickly to escape, knocking on the staff door. you smirk, reveling in the slight win over her but immediately forgetting the feeling of triumph when you realise you're still fucked for your final in 2 weeks.

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"y/n, you know i love you, but i cannot explain this again in any other way."

you groan, hands coming up to pull at your hair.

"but you got like a high affliction or something for this class last year! if you can't teach me i'm actually royally screwed, pleaseee?"

"it's high distinction sweetie. and just because someone's good at something doesn't mean they're a good teacher. sorry to break it to you but i couldn't teach my little cousins how to multiply fractions without wanting to commit homicide."

you wrinkle your nose, "gross dude they're literally related to you."

"no babes homicide means i wanted to kill them."

"oh... i guess that's better?"

"focus! c'mon you remember how to do the cross product right?"

"i don't get ittttttt!!!!!!! isn't that just multiplication? a times b equals ab!"

"this isn't algebra it's vectors. cross product isn't multiplication y/n."

you groan again, facepalming the desk in front of you.

your friend sighs, "sorry y/n i have to get going now. promised my boyfriend i'd go watch his game tonight."

"what?! you can't leave me here!"

your friend's already packing up their stuff though, "sorry! good luck with the studying though!"

you wail in goodbye, sitting up again and slapping your face a few times, trying to hype yourself up.

two minutes later, and you're still absolutely nowhere.

you decide to go out for a quick stroll rather than start a campfire in the middle of the library with all your papers. the evening breeze feels refreshing against your skin as you take in the sky. breathing in a deep sigh and closing your eyes briefly.

definitely the wrong idea when you crash headfirst into something that yelps a "what the fuck!" followed by the sound of smashing glass and a whine of pain.

your eyes are quick to open and you stare down at a bleeding hirai momo next to what looks to be a ruined 3D print of a final project or something.

"oh shit momo! are you okay?" you crouch down quickly, trying to collect the glass pieces that have broken, yelping when a piece digs into your skin.

"has all that bleach finally reached your brain y/n? who goes for broken glass with their bare hands?" she's frowning, rubbing her head a little and inspecting the cut across her arm.

"i-i'm sorry i-"

she sighs, "save it. i've had a long enough day as it is. being around you any longer is just gonna increase my chances of dying to some freak plane crash or something." she's standing up and brushing her hands off on her pants muttering to herself, "i'll have to call security to come clean this up."

you realise then that her eyes look a little puffier than usual, slightly tinged with red, the telltale signs of crying.

you suddenly feel terrible. whatever you had just broken seemed like an extremely intricate piece of work, and she was still bleeding down her arm but she didn't seem to pay it much mind, taking a phone out of her pocket and dialing security.

you step to the side and wait for her to finish talking on the phone. she doesn't realise you haven't left yet, swearing under her breath as she assess the damage once again.

when she turns and sees you again, she scowls, "what are you still doing here bimbo? don't you have a dick to ride or some jewelry to shine?"

you ignore her, blushing instead, "you're still bleeding."'

she looks surprised at that response, glancing at her arm again briefly and shrugging, "it's whatever. i'll clean it up later."

you wrap a hand around her wrist then, still not meeting her eyes, "let me? it'll be hard to bandage it properly with your left hand. and i kinda owe you for all of-" you gesture vaguely with your other hand at the ground, "this."

she's tugging her hand back quickly though, "don't bother. you'd probably make it worse. just go home y/n."

you sigh exasperatedly, "won't you just let me help! i feel bad okay? i can't just leave you here bleeding onto the concrete waiting for security to come clean this up."

she's surprised at your outburst, eyes locking onto yours and then nodding slightly. you don't let her rethink her decision as you drag her back inside the library, heading into the storeroom where you knew they had emergency first aid supplies.

you sit her down on the chair and rummage through the small kit for some alcohol wipes to clean the wound first.

she's eyeing you with a sort of caution, but is quick to clench her eyes shut and gasp at the first sting of disinfectant.

it's quiet for a bit while you work on cleaning her wound.

"where'd you learn first aid?" she speaks up first, eyes meting yours again.

"my little sister used to play around a lot with the rougher kids in the neighborhood. so she was always coming home with scratches and cuts and my mom was at work most of the time so i had to learn to take care of her myself."

momo hums, "guess that didn't really translate to taking care of yourself then huh? i mean with the way you're always tripping over air and stuff, you're more of a danger to yourself than a serial killer would be." there's no malice to her words this time, just lightly teasing you and you smile.

"i am sorry by the way. for breaking that. it looked like it'll be pretty hard to replicate."

"nah. i can just print another one tomorrow don't worry."

you both fall into silence again as you finish cleaning her wound, going to collect a few of the bandages to start wrapping around her arm.

you clear your throat a little awkwardly, "so... long day?"

she chuckles humorlessly in response, "something like that."

"wanna talk about it?"

she bristles then, and you're quick to correct yourself, "i mean you don't have to. just... making conversation."

it's quiet for a little longer and you're finishing wrapping her up, grabbing a small adhesive to stick it all together when she sighs. "sorry. just had a lot of pressure from back home lately. my parents keep wanting me to hurry up and graduate so i can go back to japan and take over the family companies. they called earlier saying how they're cutting off my funding for next year if i continue to drag out my studies."

"what? but you're only 23. don't you have like, things left you wanna do before you're all old and unable to move anymore?"

she giggles a little, its the first time you've heard that from her, "yeah tons actually. i've always wanted to see the northern lights and stay in one of those cute little igloos in finland, maybe go to antarctica and do some research there."

"okay! do that! what's stopping you?"

she smiles at you sadly, "my parents won't allow it. they'd disown me for not taking over their companies. and frankly, i'd be broke without them. i don't have the kind of money to keep living abroad like this if they were to stop supporting me."

you tilt your head a little in confusion, "can't you find a job?"

she's laughing then, a full, nose-scrunching laugh, "not with the classes i'm taking. i'd have to either take part-time study, which my parents would literally kill me for because it's 'embarassing' and would bring shame on our family name, or... never sleep again and take a night job or something."

you frown, sitting back on your heels.

"thanks for this by the way. you're still hurt though, do you want me to do you?"

"-and don't make a weird joke about that." she interrupts you before you can even open your mouth.

you pout, nodding a little as she laughs, and grabs the first aid box from you, gently placing your hand in her lap and cleaning your fingers.

you're caught by the way her eyebrows furrow a little in concentration, her teeth biting into her bottom lip slightly, and you can't help but think she looks cute.

you're brought quickly out of these alarming thoughts though, when she asks "how come you're in the library so late on a friday night anyway? never thought the day would come."

you groan, remembering the stack of math papers you have sitting on your desk, "i have to study for a math final coming next week. if i fail i lose my scholarship and i can't let my mom pay for any of this. she's already worked hard enough getting both my sister and me through school."

momo looks surprised at your admission, "oh. i'm sorry. i didn't know you were on scholarship."

you hum, "yeah most people don't assume it from looking at me." you tease a little, flipping your blonde hair over your shoulder and giving a little jingle of your bracelets.

"i'm not materialistic or anything but i enjoy having things that make me look nice y'know?"

she rolls her eyes, placing bandaids carefully onto your fingers.

"you don't need any of those things anyway."

you're caught again, unsure whether that was a compliment or some new way of torturing you.

she clears her throat, "all done."

you look at your hand, cutely littered with some winnie the pooh bandaids she must have found in the first aid kit.

you beam up at her, "thanks!"

she blushes a little and looks away from you, shyly rubbing the back of her neck, "hey look... i can help you study for that test next week if you want. don't want you losing your scholarship over something simple like that. plus i kinda helped go through all the first year math exams for some extra credit with the head of department."

you're shocked at first, and then jumping and squealing, bringing her up with you, "what?! you will?! oh my god thank you!!!!! holy shit oh my god i'm not gonna fail oh shit i'm-"

she's shooshing you in an instant though, a hand clamped over your mouth, eyes darting behind you, "y/n! we're still in a library!"

you grin when she lets you go, whispering loudly, "thank you!"

she's rolling her eyes and letting herself be dragged over to your table, praying that she didn't make the wrong decision deciding to help you.

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momo's standing outside your lecture theatre, waiting for your class to end. you texted her saying you were getting your final results back today so she decided to pop by and make sure everything was okay.

once students start exiting the class she slips in, walking towards the professor who's packing up her stuff..

"momo! good to see you here. although i'm a little surprised. i wasn't expecting you."

"hey professor kwon. i'm just here to-"

momo's attacked from the back, you're squealing as you latch onto her excitedly, waving a test paper in front of her face, "i passed! momo look i passed! with a 62!!!!! that's higher than i've ever gotten!!!!!"

"miss l/n. i didn't know you knew momo." professor kwon is looking you up and down with a little distaste but you ignore it, squeezing momo even tighter in thanks.

"y/n- stop- wait lemme see that-" she snatches the paper out of your hand and scans it, eyes lighting up when she confirms you did in fact pass.

"congratulations! all that hard work really paid off."

you're blushing, "couldn't have done it without you hirai. c'mon, come out with my friends and i tonight to celebrate!"

"o-oh i don't know about that y/n... i've got-"

"study yeah yeah you always do. but you've gotta relax every now and then you know?"

"miss l/n is right momo. you're the most hardworking student here you should give yourself a break every now and then."

you're nodding fiercely, "right right! thanks professor kim!"

she looks at you with a glare, "kwon. its professor kwon miss l/n."

you're nodding, waving her off shaking momo, "c'mon pleaseeeeeeee? i'll pay for everything. as a thanks for helping me. and i can afford it now too since i won't be losing my scholarship which is also thanks to you so..!"

momo's still uncertain, hand at the back of her neck again, a nervous tick you've picked up on.

"oh professor i just remembered!" you're switching back to your professor, excitement and attention everywhere, "you were looking for outstanding students to tutor next semester right? how about momo? she's the only reason i passed this final and trust me when i say i'm a pretty difficult student to teach."

"oh?" the professor looks towards momo who's eyes have widened, "i had actually planned on asking you regardless but seeing as you were very successful with miss l/n it's just even more proof that you'd be a great teacher. what do you say momo? it's paid decently and great on your academic and work transcripts as well..."

you're looking between your professor and momo with full eyes.

momo looks like she's about to reject the offer, you knew it was because her parents expected her to be back in japan next year but you stop her before she's able to say anything.

"momo! this is great! this is exactly what you need! a job while you're still at uni so you can study at any time but still get paid for it!"

"y/n..."

"it's okay momo. think about it and let me know if you're interested and you've got the job 100%. i've got to get going to my next class now but goodbye girls, congratulations miss l/n but i hope i won't be seeing you in my class next year."

"oh definitely not professor kim!" you wave enthusiastically, giggling at the way the professor sighs in defeat.

you look back at momo who still looks a little stunned.

"well? what do you think?" you ask her excitedly.

"i- i don't know... there's a lot to think about..."

you tilt your head to the side a little in confusion, a gesture momo was beginning to grow fond of.

"i can't just abandon my family y/n. it's a decision that will take me some time to go over." she smiles at you gently, you can't believe this was the same girl who used to call you mean words and intentionally pray on your downfall.

"mm okay. i don't really get it but as long as you're happy in the end it doesn't matter. now c'mon! you coming tonight or not?"

she sighs fondly, "yeah yeah just this once. and we better be home by 12!"

you're pulling her along again scoffing, "riiiiiiiiight 12pm maybe."

"y/n!"

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momo was most definitely out of her comfort zone. she mostly stuck to the bar, avoiding eye contact with people who tried to approach her. she quickly ordered another drink, hoping the alcohol could at least ease her nerves.

you were most definitely in your zone. you adored being able to dress up and let loose, especially when everyone else is so drunk you’re no longer the only person falling over themselves. you could laugh a little and have fun as well.

you could feel momo’s eyes on you and you ached to drag her out onto the dance floor and join you but she was adamant on staying by the bar when you had tried.

you’re not sure if it was the alcohol or maybe you were just attracted to her now after you’ve spent a whole week studying with her pretty much every minute of every day. but she looked good. you licked your lips as your eyes trailed down the slant of her jawline, her neck and clavicles outlined in the halter top she was sporting. your eyes politely moved past her chest but darted straight down to the abs that she apparently had hidden from the entire student body. how did she even have time to have abs when she always had her nose in a book or was in a lab conducting experiments?

you snap out of it when you realise said abs were moving closer to you for some reason, and suddenly she's all in your space, shoving someone behind you that you hadn't even realised was there in your momo-induced daze.

you turn to see a man with half his shirt unbuttoned and a look of surprise on his face. "the fuck dude?"

momo says nothing, reaching for your drink instead, sticking a finger in and swirling it around for 2 seconds before bringing it to her lips.

that was hot.

"rohypnol."

"what? what the fuck are you on about?" the guy is annoyed, drawing the attention of bystanders as they create a small circle around the three of you, you spot your friends in the crowd looking at you in confusion silently asking what's going on?

you can only shake your head, attention moving back to momo who's standing up straight, almost chest to chest with the guy now.

"rohypnol. a drug belonging to the benzodiazepine class of drugs that inhibits the central nervous system causing the user to experience extreme drowsiness and even blackout in some cases. it can also cause the user memory loss and brings the user to a higher state of intoxication in a rapid amount of time. it's street name is roofies."

the man is sputtering now, "w-what? what is this bullshit? what are you tryna say huh?"

"that you tried to roofie my friend here. do you want me to call the police? have them check this drink for traces of the drug?"

"what!? the fuck?!"

momo sighs, her eyes closing for a second, "is your vocabulary only limited to what? and the fuck? it's getting tiring talking to you."

he's gaping like a fish, the people surrounding you have called security over and they're tying his hands behind his back and he's left squirming against them, yelling more curses as momo stands stoically, watching him get taken away.

she sighs when he's out of sight and turns to you with a smile, "you should be more careful. you could've been hurt tonight."

you can't even think straight and the music is being turned back up, and momo looks so good, you can't help the way you're pulling her in by the waist and planting your lips on hers.

she makes a sound of surprise and is shocked for a second, but closes her eyes and returns the kiss, maneuvering you a little so she can place the spiked drink on a nearby table before her hand returns to you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other on your shoulder.

you're a little desperate when you claw at her abs that are now within touching distance, and she giggles into the kiss. you mutter a small shut up, reattaching your lips, feeling all the adrenaline of the night pumping through you as you mould yourself against her.

"god is it weird that- that kinda turned me on a little?" you're speaking between breaths, her lips swallowing up your words, not letting you catch a break.

she hums lightly against you, "which part?"

"the- when you were talking- about all those chemicals- and whatever-"

she breaks away from you then, an eyebrow arched and a hint of a smirk on her face, "you get off on me talking nerdy?"

you want to wipe that smirk off her face. "take me home and i'll show you what i get off on."

her eyes darken considerably, and she's tugging you towards the exit, grabbing the spiked drink and pouring it down the drain first to make sure no one drinks it. the little action of consideration even when you're both overwhelmed with lust just gets you more wet.

you send a quick text to your friends saying you had to leave early, and then you're in a cab, lips on each other's again, hands roaming and exploring every inch of available skin.

you suppose the one good thing out of that math exam was it bringing the two of you together at last.

[bonbonchocolates]

You Are Mine

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

Summary: A simple game leads to something sinister

Warnings: stalking, yandere Namjoon, stupid Y/N, cyber crime

A/N: Originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it.

Masterlist

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After a tiring day of school and work, you were finally home.Actually you worked in a nearby cafe. Although your dad was a cop and your mother owned her own resturant, you still decided to work so that you could earn on your own. At first your parents were hesitant about your decision but after a lot of convincing they finally agreed.

Straight you went to your room and changed your work clothes into comfy nightgown. Then you went and sat in front of your computer which you mostly used fo gaming. Today you decided to play among us which you installed yesterday after your younger brother Soobin suggested you.

You opened the game and went to the section of find games. Then you entered a game hosted by someone named rm. As soon as you entered the game he changed it from public to private so no one could enter the game until and unless they know the password. You wondered why he did it.

RM: Hello

You ignored it and was about to leave the game.

RM: Hey beautiful!

You didn't respond.

RM: Hey girl

Cutipie: How did you know that I'm a girl?

(Cutipie is your username)

RM: Your username itself says that you are a girl.

Whoever he was, he surely was very strange.

RM: I love you

Cutipie: What?

More than a question to him it was a question for you. He must be joking, right. How could he say that to you when he never met in real life. As quickly as you can you left the game. If your parents saw it, they would never let you play games online again.

Then you joined a game hosted by black160. There were 8 players already in the game and when you entered it made 9. Just one more player and he could start the game. Then the last player entered and it was coincidentally RM. Then the game started. The whole time in game he was behind you, following you. For once you thought he's the imposter so you gave his name and luckily everyone listened to you and voted him. He was not the imposter but he was out of the game that made you a little comfortable.

Then you entered a game hosted by rebel007 and other games and coincidentally he was there in each and every game you entered. Then you created your own game and in which RM entered. Now you were sure that him entering each and every game you entered was far from coincidence. You tried to act brave and wrote :

Cutipie: Why are you entering each and every game I enter?

Cutipie : Are you stalking me?

Cutipie : Have you hacked my device?

Cutipie : Stay at your limits.

Cutipie : My dad's a sheriff.

He ignored all your questions and wrote:

RM: I love you Y/N

You quickly left the game and uninstalled it. Now after the game was finally uninstalled you felt comfortable. You thought if you should say your father about it or not. Then you decided you would tell him.

You got up from your chair and started to head out of your room. Before you could go out of your room you remembered that your father is not at home and wouldn't return before tomorrow morning.

You didn't know who RM was and how did he know your name. You were so worried about it. The first thing you would do tomorrow morning was to tell today's incident to your father. You can't risk your life, what if he is a murderer or something like that.

So you got to your bed and tried to sleep. But after all those things that happened to you today, would you be able to sleep peacefully.

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The next day came as quickly. You couldn't sleep the whole night thinking about the incident.

It was Sunday so you didn't had to go to school or work. After you had breakfast you headed to your room and took out of your phone. Then you opened instagram then you saw someone named Rap Monster started to follow you. He even sent you dms.

Rap Monster:

I love you Y/N.

Please be mine.

I'll treat you as a queen.

😘

It didn't take a genius to know that it was the same rm from among us. He didn't had a profile picture and the account was empty like it was newly made. You quickly blocked him. You thought the situation is handled now so you went to take a shower.

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After you came back you saw that you received a text from an unknown number.

Unknown:

You look so gorgeous when you're naked but it would be even better if you were like that in my bed, under me and taking my c*ck.

You were disgusted as well as frightened after reading the text. You quickly blocked the number. You knew that he was stalking you or how would he know that what are you doing. You went downstairs where your mom and dad were having breakfast. You told them about all the incident except the text that he sent you because they didn't need to know that. But you tell the most important part because before that it didn't seemed so serious.

Your parents were sickly worried about you. Your mom suggested you to not go to school or work until the situation is handled. Your father agreed with your mom. You took their advice and decided to stay at home. But was it really safe to stay at home when he has his eyes on you.

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You were finally relaxed when nothing happened after a week so today you went to your school. Many of your friends asked you for why weren't coming to school. You just told them you were sick.

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9:00pm

It was time for you to go to home from work. You grabbed your things and headed out. You were on your way home when you saw a man who was standing near his car. It seemed like he was waiting for someone. You never saw the man here before but you didn't pay much attention to that and continued your walk.

Suddenly you felt something on your neck and you started to feel dizzy.

"You are finally mine" was what you heard and saw the face of the culprit behind all this before you lost your consciousness.

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Borahae 💜

[joekeeryswife]

Date? - j.q

hello loves i hope you’re all okay! here is part 3 of my nursery teacher series. it has a shitty ending so i’m sorry about that. enjoy reading loves, remember i’m always here if you need me🤍

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Lizzie had been at nursery for over two months now and after that incident with Mrs Smith, Joseph never let the kids have a supply teacher again. if he had a meeting he would push it till after every child had gone home or have it in the early morning before everyone arrived. he never wanted another one of his students to go through what Lizzie went through and for that you were so grateful.

he was just such a caring person and he always made sure Lizzie was okay before any other child in the nursery. obviously, some of the parents saw Joseph giving Lizzie a lot more attention but they put it down to because she was the youngest. it was true, Lizzie was the youngest in the class but that wasn't the reason why. Joseph cared about Lizzie more because he liked you and he didn't know why he felt so connected with Lizzie but he did.

you and Joseph had gotten closer to. every morning at drop off he'd always make sure you were okay, he'd ask about work and if anything was bothering you and you were just really grateful for that. it was Tuesday morning which meant Lizzie only had to be at nursery for three hours. on a Tuesday, after you'd finished a few jobs at work, you and Lizzie would do something together.

whether it was going into London to the zoo or if it was to a play area or even if it was just for a walk, you always did something together on a Tuesday because sometimes you were busy on the weekends. weekends were for seeing your mum, dad and other family members which left no mother daughter time for you and Lizzie, that's why you did it.

it was 9am and you were just about to drop Lizzie off at nursery and she had woken up in the best mood. she had become a lot less shy now that she was used to waking up in the morning and seeing Joseph and her friends practically every day and she was smiling a lot more which you loved. even when she was a few months old her smile was your favourite thing about her and it still was.

Fathers day was approaching quickly and this day always made you uncomfortable. Lizzie's dad Michael was not in her life and it was for the best. he was rude, stuck up and didn't want anything to do with you when you told him you were pregnant. it not only crushed you when he left but it scared you. you were 21 and going to be a single mum with no support from her father.

Lizzie had changed your whole perspective when she was born and not having Michael there just made things so much easier. you arrived at the nursery and 'singing' Lizzie who was obviously excited for the day ahead, nursery and spending time with her mama in one day? it was exciting for her. "mama" she said as you picked her up out of her car seat and placed her gently on your hip.

"yes my love" you grabbed her bag which had her lunch box in it and locked your car. "two day?" she asked, obviously meaning tuesday but she hadn't quite gotten the grasp of it yet. "yes sweetheart it's Tuesday, that means mama and liz time" you tickled her stomach before stroking her cheek softly, making her squeal loudly, she dug her head onto your shoulder and cuddled into you, making you wrap your arms tighter around her waist.

you'd finally made it to the nursery door and saw Joseph standing there with a huge smile on his face. he always greeted all the children with a smile and a hug if they wanted one and knowing Lizzie, she'd always hug Joseph. every morning without fail she's realise he was standing there and run up to him, arms spread so she could hug his leg.

you gently placed her on the floor so she could walk on her own into the nursery. once she caught eye of Joseph, her eyes lit up and she ran toward him. "miter qin" she said in her sweet voice. she meant to say 'mister quinn' but thy was close enough. he heard her little shout and turned his attention to her. "Lizzie" he said, crouching down to her level so he could hug her.

she crashed into him and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, making him almost fall backwards but he quickly stopped himself from falling and wrapped his arms around her waist. "how are you doing sweetheart" he asked, picking her up and placed her on his hip.

"good" she smiled, looking around to find you who was walking up to her. "morning y/n" he said shyly, every time he saw you he got nervous. you were just beautiful and he couldn't stop himself from blushing every time you were near him. "morning Mr Quinn. i'll be back here for about 12 today to pick her up. i've gotta go though so i can finish in time" you said, rushing to give Lizzie a quick kiss before walking briskly to your car.

Lizzie waved as you walked away, making Joseph's heart swell. Lizzie was so cute, she looked exactly like you and she was just so kind. her confidence has grown a lot and she was finally going up to speak to a few of the other kids in her class instead of them coming up to her. Joseph walked into the classroom with Lizzie still on his hip and made his way to the back of the classroom where the kids usually put their coats and lunch boxes.

Lizzie's was right at the end, due to her being the last to get into Joseph's class, and he finally set her down. he helped her take off her coat and hung everything up. before he turned back around he could see her waddling toward the play area where he could make out two of her friends.

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12 o'clock didn't roll around quick enough. you'd had two meetings and you were meant to show a couple around a flat but they cancelled, leaving you to do a colleagues paperwork as well as your own. she had to leave due to her client calling about an issue with her new flat so that left you to do extra work.

once you finally got to leave work you rushed over to the nursery so you could spend the rest of the day with your favourite girl. you and Joseph had become a lot closer since Lizzie started nursery and you tried to be as subtle as you could but you had a massive crush on him. i mean, who wouldn't?

you heard from outside the nursery the loud music from a random nursery rhyme and saw Lizzie with a girl in her class named Charlotte. they were holding hands and jumping around together with the biggest smiles on their faces. you smiled softly, your heart swelling as you looked at the excitement on your daughters face.

you entered the classroom and the opening of the door immediately caught the attention of Lizzie who leg go of Charlottes hand and ran to you. “mama” she squealed, lifting her arms so you could pick her up. you smiled at her and picked her up when she reached you. “hi my baby, you have a good day at nursery?” you felt her nod on your shoulder and you turned you head so you could kiss her on the head.

you saw Joseph approaching you so you smiled at him, seeing he had all her things in his hands so you didn’t have to walk through the classroom to grab it all. he handed you Lizzie’s coat and lunch box and smiled as he saw you cradling her. “thank you” you said, the smile on your face genuine.

“no problem, i wouldn’t want you weaving through all the kids, one of them would probably trip you up” you laughed. all the kids did have a lot of energy and you would hate to walk through them. you and Joseph spoke for a couple more minutes about how well Lizzie was coping and how her learning skills were developing well, his attention being on the kids every so often as he spoke to you but you understood, he was there to be teaching not to be having a conversation with you.

“thank you for telling me, she’s really grown in confidence and all i can do it thank you. i best get going though” you loved knowing that Lizzie was doing well in nursery, it put your mind at ease and it made you not feel as bad as you used to when you would drop her off. you always felt like you were blushing when you were speaking to Joseph, it was the intense eye contact he held when he spoke to you. Joseph nodded and said goodbye to Lizzie before you walked out the door and started the short walk to your car with Lizzie in your arms.

what you didn’t expect to hear was Joseph shout your name and walk after you, luckily Miss Adams was there to look after the kids for the few seconds he was out speaking to you. you turned around with a frown and confused look. “is everything okay?” you asked as he finally got to you. he nodded and gulped, he seemed nervous. “this is unprofessional and i may be completely wrong but i’d thought i’d ask anyway otherwise i’d just go crazy”

he was blushing, a lot. his face was almost as dark as a tomato and he felt flushed as he went to ask you this. “would you like to go on a date with me? again if you don’t want to it’s fine, i’m probably reading the signals wrong-” you smiled, he was asking you out. “i’d love to”.

[nnaeilujsajirdnes]

"My Story: Embracing Family Bonds, Overcoming Trials, and Celebrating Triumphs"

Hello everyone, greetings to all! I am Julie Ann S. Sendrijas. This is my life journey from childhood to adulthood. First and foremost, let me introduce the two best person and incredible people in my life – my father, Nelson, and my mother, Jesusa. They are the most amazing, kind, and loving individuals I have ever known. They have been the best parents, showering us with love. And there's more – my two beautiful sisters, our elder Jenevie, and the second, Janesille. They are not only amazing and kind but also have a strong desire to help those in need.

Although they have a high temper, just like our mother. Oh, and I'm included too! 😆 It seems like we inherited it from our mother. Yes, It's true, That I have a short temper, especially at home with my two annoying siblings—my brother and our youngest sister. They can be quite mischievous and stubborn. However, Despite my short temper or our occasional conflicts, I know my limits and l can manage my emotions. Even though I'm a short temper, I'm also a cry baby, easy to get hurt or affected, but it's also quick for me to forgive and forget.

Growing up, my parents worked tirelessly to provide for us, sacrificing their own comfort. My second mother, Mama Mercy, played a significant role in my upbringing, always there for me even when my parents were busy. I've spent much time at Mama Mercy's house, and she and her family have treated me as if I were one of their own. Despite the absence of my parents at times, I understand their sacrifices and appreciate Mama Mercy's explanations. I feel fortunate to have such loving parents, even if they cannot always be physically present. Their love and understanding have shaped who I am today.

I am the third among my siblings, and before I had a younger brother, it was quite dull because I was the only little girl. I used to wish for a younger brother, and when my mom became pregnant, I was overjoyed. I prayed for a brother, and when he was born, my happiness knew no bounds. As he grew up, around the age of 4 or 5, he became fascinated with the newly released movie "Frozen." He would watch it repeatedly, and because of "Frozen," he developed interest in girls things, It's funny how a movie can have such an impact.

Another Unforgettable and traumatic incident from my childhood is when there was an earthquake during my first or second grade. I was at my mama mercy's house at that time, and everyone rushed outside near the animal pens. My mom noticed I wasn't with them, and they panicked, thinking something happened to me. They quickly realized I was at Mama Mercy's room, asleep. My brother rushed to get me, and thankfully, nothing bad happened. They were relieved and thankful that the earthquake didn't cause any harm to Mama Mercy's house.

One vivid childhood memory involves trying to escape bedtime. We would prepare pillows to make it seem like we were sleeping, then slowly sneak out through the window to play wherever we wanted. We even ventured out with our cousins. We were cautious not to wake our mom, who was usually the one putting us to sleep. One time, we got caught, and she scolded us for not staying in bed.

One of the most cherished memories for me is the family day at my mom's workplace. It was a significant event, filled with various activities. We, along with our cousins, participated in many fun activities that we still fondly remember. Another unforgettable memory is when we visited our aunt (my dad's sibling) in Bohol. We had so many adventures and created lasting memories during those visits.

In seventh grade, I had some unpleasant encounters with boys, which made me wary of them. Some boys were rude and behaved inappropriately during exams, causing me distress. I even considered changing seats to avoid the harassment. However, despite these experiences, I never developed a general dislike for boys. In eighth grade, a boy expressed interest in me, but I was not interested due to his playboy behavior. It's amusing how some boys tried to court me, but I remained single, or as they say, "NBSB" (No Boyfriend Since Birth). My relatives' stories and my parents' strict upbringing contributed to my cautious approach to relationships.

Despite receiving occasional proposals, I never took them seriously, partly due to fear and my disinterest in entering a relationship. Even now, at 18 years old, I remain NBSB, and there's a boy who has been persistently trying to court me since eighth grade, which adds a humorous twist to the story. Although I've had charades in the past, I've been hesitant to commit to a relationship.

Opss wait! Sorry hahaa, Sometimes, I get tired of sharing more about my life journey, especially since some experiences are too personal or challenging to discuss. But, let me share this one, it's about my cousin marlon. 

One of the saddest incidents that happened was on December 15, 2023, when my cousin, brother Marlon had an accident. He collided with a modern jeep counterflowing in the streets of ibo, resulting in a severe and traumatic incident. He got trapped and suffered fractures in both hands and legs, causing extensive damage to his foot and one hand. Upon learning about it, I couldn't stop crying, constantly worrying about his condition, appearance, and whether he was okay. The incident occurred as my brother was commuting to work, often accompanied by his partner, in the early morning. I was aware that he left unusually early, and it turned out to be a fateful day for him. Our family was deeply affected by the situation, especially considering the unconventional relationship between my brother and his partner. They couldn't openly stay at each other's homes due to societal norms. Our family went through immense emotional pain, and the financial burden of hospital expenses added to our challenges. We redirected funds meant for our Christmas party to cover medical bills, but the atmosphere lacked joy. Instead of festive games, we only had a videoke machine for singing. Despite the hardships, the presence of relatives from Bohol and their support made the occasion somewhat special. We are grateful to God that my brother Marlon survived the accident, bringing a sense of relief and gratitude to our entire family.

"The most beautiful gift that God has given to me and my siblings is having wonderful parents. They are always there for us no matter what challenges we face in life. They consistently support us, never lacking in taking care of us, showing love, and showering us with respect. We are immensely grateful to God for blessing us with parents like mom and dad, who are truly the best we could ever have.

Even though we can be quite stubborn and respond strongly at times, our parents never fall short in caring for us. Despite our imperfections and mistakes, they continue to love us unconditionally. We are not neglecting the gratitude we owe to our parents.

I could share more about my own experiences in life, but it's difficult for me to express. Sometimes, I feel insecure due to people around me gossiping and spreading false stories about me, saying a hurtful words. This has become a significant reason for my loss of confidence. However, we must not let the negative actions of others affect us too much. Let's trust in God because He is always ready to listen to us and be thankful to Him." 

Thank youu for joining me on this journey through my life!

[flowergirlmiwa]

my personal relationship with the pokemon stadium series and the leadup to my pokemon stadium japan blogging

my personal relationship with the pokemon stadium series

Pokemon Stadium was the first game i remember owning for Nintendo 64, the first home console i properly owned as the Sega Genesis was my dad's. i played it aaallll the time back then, but i didn't make that much progress into the cups, just one or two of the easier ones and maybe up to lt surge but that was all i could muster. my dad still jokes about it to this day. "what's the matter, trainer?" i literally left the game on for days at his house

like i alluded to in my previous post, while i did have a transfer pak and pokemon games, the transfer pak was prone to failing when the controller it's inserted into is moved and i move all the time so i was fucked as i only owned one controller. i actually only owned the one n64 controller (blue) until around 2012 when i bought a shitty third party one just to make multiplayer even POSSIBLE. before then i reached multiple moments where i regretted the lack of additional n64 controllers. with my modern wisdom, a transfer pak controller is simply left to the side to sit and look pretty after getting it set up so the game will recognize it.

as i also alluded to, in late 2002 i forgot a game case including my game boy color and almost all of my games (sparing solely Pokemon Trading Card Game, which, based, but,) on a bus during my first weeks living in Mexico. needless to say this blew as i had only recently managed to procure pokemon silver and thus complete my collection of all pokemon games on the game boy color (even the spinoffs). losing my collection also included such games as super mario bros deluxe and game and watch gallery 2 so yeah it fucking sucked it was a huge shame.

after this i didn't get another pokemon gen 1 or 2 cartridge until around 2009. adding to this, despite renting it multiple times and always very much desiring it, i never actually got a copy of Pokemon Stadium 2 until around 2019. this left pokemon stadium in sort of a weird position for me. rentals only.

truth be told it wasn't the entire reason but pokemon stadium was a pretty big motivator in me collecting those pokemon cartridges back and taking me on the journey i went on where i can say i 100% completed both and now knock on the door of the japanese entries. but it was a long dark lonely road until then. basically a decade where every now and then id pick it up again. same old menus. same old pokemon stadium. like this game was baked into my dna at this point. there was one change, however, an inciting incident. 2017. when i discovered that speedrunner werster had basically compiled optimal rental teams during his runs and watched the points where he struggled, it gave me the motivation to pick the game back up again.

basically the rest went like this -i eventually finished R1 of stadium using werster's teams -i bought a cartridge of Pokemon Yellow to help me through the rest -with the power of using my own team through Yellow, complete R2 of Stadium -bought Stadium 2 -complete most of R1 and maybe a little R2 in Stadium 2 using Yellow -acquire Pokemon Gold cartridge -complete a bunch of R2 using Yellow & Gold's combined efforts (i think i also got Blue before Gold but honestly i don't really remember lol) -only Challenge Cup is left in R2 and i put off doing it -learn how to solder and ensure all my game boy cartridges will have good batteries, encouraging me to buy more cartridges, like for Silver and Crystal -i get 151 in Yellow partly thanks to abusing Trainer-Fly glitch -i buy an N64 Everdrive -with the power of this everdrive i can play the japanese stadium games without shelling out for the real game and doing cartridge magic on them to region-break them -i buy a cartridge for pocket monsters red version and begin formulating ideas for how to play pokemon stadium japan -i build the team and the moves that were used many months later when i got around to actually implementing it, only really changed since i somehow didn't have the TM for explosion or ice beam -eventually i decide to also get a cartridge for pocket monsters silver after realizing i would need some method to trade in order to use an alakazam like i had planned -in the meantime i finally get around to finishing R2 of Pokemon Stadium 2 by getting some good runs on Challenge Cup -after several months of getting around to progressing my japanese!silver cartridge to the point where it can trade with japanese!red, i start assembling the puzzle pieces of capturing team members -reliving the teambuilding from the yellow days, i abuse the missingno glitch in red to get 99 of every good item to streamline the process -i completed up to ultra ball on the LV1-30 on pokemon stadium japan -i begin blogging….!

NEXT: THE REAL TEAM INTRODUCTIONS FOR REAL THIS TIME!!!! tauros exeggutor lapras starmie alakazam pikachu

[thecedarchest]

Rebrand: "Florida Africana" Is Now "The Cedar Chest"

I want to update briefly that Florida Africana is undergoing a brand change. For a few years now, I started to not feel as connected to this name. I think it's partly because it was a name I created just to have one 'asap' as I kicked off public posting of my research. I've liked that it included my home state of Florida in it-- because that I do feel connected to. The other part, Africana, while of course it resonates due to my ethnicity, it just felt distant.

I might retain the name for more general topics about black heritage in Florida. Places, events, incidents... But, it won't really be the place for genealogy.

I even used a photo for a while of an ancestor I wasn't particularly connected to, but used it because I don't have many photos from the period that one was taken in. It was 'just an ancestor' and looked ultra vintage, which was cool.

I've since changed to a photo many months ago to an uncle my dad used to talk about so much that my siblings and I felt like we knew him too. (His grand uncle and our great grand uncle). He was an amazing church pioneer and an integral part of my dad's life.

I was having a conversation a few days ago with one of my sisters where my grandmother & grand aunt's cedar chests came up. I'd thought about those chests a lot for many years, and we even talked about them many times in nostalgic conversations; however, for some reason, that term 'cedar chest' just clicked/resonated as the perfect name for my genealogy.

Their cedar chests were a mystery for me as a kid. I didn't see them opened that much, so I naturally wondered what all was inside. I personally only saw what was in them maybe less than a handful of times. I remember seeing old stamps; old letters intact in their stamped & weathered envelopes; notebooks (I'm told that my grandmother alone had in her cedar chest and elsewhere upwards of about 50 notebooks she wrote in); old coins; and old grocery store stamps. There was much more, but that's all I remember seeing. Now that I think about it, my grand aunt let me have a couple coins and stamps. In fact, seeing the old coins & stamps is what got me interested immediately in starting collections of both as a kid, and also sparked a love for 'everything vintage'.

In keeping with the personal nature of this work, creating a style that's more my own, and focusing on storytelling, I am rebranding so fittingly as The Cedar Chest.

[soyezheureux]

hello tumblr! i have something to tell you here.

i started napping at 1:30 and planned to wake up at 2:30, but i actually just woke up at 4.10 and my body's all sore! i just went through a memorable and quite tiring thing today with my bro and my dad.

so this morning, early in the morning, the three of us went to an empty field where my parents do refreshing aka gardening. we went driving a manual car with my position as the driver. tbh, i haven't driven that car in a while. you know what? all my arm and leg muscles are like being reset all over again 🤣😭

i had 2x engine stalls in the middle of the road due to my failure to handle the condition. if take a driving lesson, i was practicing the failure in the 1st lesson which is the "start and stop" material hahahaha. thanks God, i was lucky that the people behind me this morning were very patient. they didn't immediately act in a way that made me more nervous like honking a long horn or something. 2x incidents, 2x in different places and all gave the same reaction. thank you for giving a helpful reaction, may they always have an easy life 🙏🏻

my dad assigned me to accompany my bro to learn to drive while he took care of his garden. i agreed coz my bro's level with this manual car was still close to 0 (sorry not sorry). it's a bad idea to teach others if you're not really proficient hahahaha. just like any other beginner, i just taught him how to go forward, backward, turn around, and keep the car engine from stalling after a stop. silly, right? 🤣

my brother's already proficient if he only drives on straight and smooth roads. but i think we can all agree that the learning level has to go up, right? so yeah, we learned to drive on a road with a "not so steep climb" and we need to use the gas, brake, and gear pedals along with the hand brakes in a smooth and coordinated way. trials 1-3 were still pretty rough, the engine was always off. when the car was in reverse while turning, the positioning was still not good and it made things difficult for us. i understand that and always give words of encouragement so that my brother doesn't easily give up trying 😂

until finally on the 5th try, when the car's in a backward position and uphill, our rear tire's already at the end of the road divider before we even enter the ravine. it's not that deep, but we'll definitely needed another car to pull our car out of the ravine 🤣 i kept reminding myself to stay calm and not showing a negative reaction. i tried to get out of the car and change positions to be a driver, but.. it was hard. even with the handbrake on, once the foot brake's off, the car's getting more backwards. finally, the engine hit rocks and the ground.

i gave up. i know i couldn't handle it alone with my bro. i told him to run and call my dad in his garden. my dad come to the rescue and his first reaction was always the same: calm down, observe the situation, and then invite us to discuss and think about the solution. this is a bit OOT, but one of the things i admire and i wanna imitate from him is his ability to stay calm and focused on solutions without blaming anyone, even in difficult situations.

AH, there's one situation i forgot to mention. the environment where we were practicing the car was very quiet! grateful coz at least my bro doesn't get nervous and embarrassed, but it also means the three of us have to work harder to get the car out 😂 i don't remember how long we had to fight in the situation earlier, but i do know that my hands are covered in scratches from the rocks we use as wheel support. my clothes and pants are also covered in stains from dust, soil, and residue of tire/oil(?)

i didn't even think about taking the documentation of the situation even though i had a desire several times coz i didn't wanna burden my bro. i just focused on working and made sure he was involved in the situation so that he could learn.

the problem is solved. we went back to the garden. i was weak and tired, i couldn't drive or sit in the passenger seat. so i just put my body in the trunk of the car while hugging the jack and other equipment we used earlier 😔 believe me, drinking water is heaven after such a situation. so, i drank some water and felt better, then i drove home safely 😎🤘🏻

[kellynaira2002]

Echoes of the past the life of a young girl who transformed to be a feminist writer? The life Kalyani My self Kalyani and I use the pen name of Kelly Naira to publish my stories and I want to share a story that happened in my life that led me to be a feminist writer and as a strong woman.

I was born on 8 July 2002 in a small village called Jayanthi exactly not the place but my home is near that village but we used to live near my fields as a joint family. My parents were very poor being in an excellent reputed joint family. I don't know much about my grandparents or how they made my parent's life uncertain. When my mom had a first girl in the year 2001 who is my elder sister Pavithra they were OK to have a girl but later they didn't want a girl child in because of poverty and they always wanted a boy. God wrote my name in their children list right after my sister's birth My mom was pregnant again it was me this time, She always doubted that this time also it was going to be a girl child so did not want to and did several crazy things to let me go to heaven being in the womb but God is powerful because he made me a strong girl in her womb so I was born successfully but my mom didn't want me because I'm a second girl child and my grandma planned to kill me also but it was my Dad who fought for me at that time when everyone is surprised outside the hospital knowing that I'm a girl which they didn't want to listen. It was the first thing in my life that made me a bit sad knowing that I was an unwanted child for my parents. But as I grew up with them my mom gave all her love to me along with my two siblings and she was never biased on us in showing her love because she loved in the way she loved the other 2 kids of hers. As I was growing I became a knotty kid who skipped school just because my teacher used to beat me however after getting beaten up by mom I was regular to my primary school but as I thought it wasn't an easy life. My Dad used to drink alcohol and cared very little about the future which always led to big fights in the home for which my Dad's mom and dad blinded their ears to not care about them as they care for their other kids. I still remember helping my mom one day to pluck the Bamboo leaves for her to do suicide attempt I didn't how dangerous they can be at that young age so when my mom plucking the leaves I asked her what would they help her for she smiled at me and I thought she is gonna prepare some curry after that I went back with her and helped her to make it paste in a traditional wet grinder which is made with rock because at that time there is no grinder or mixies after that she asked me to bring a glass of water and then I have helped with that also and she dranked all of it while I'm asking her to leave a bit for me for which she didn't left even a drop after minutes later a big discussion kind of arguement to fight happened in the presence of my moms maternal family and paternal family where it was disclosed she drank that Bamboo leaves it is poisnonous like synade and they have taken her to hospital when im getting to my senses that I was the one who helped her and crying out loud looking at my moms desperate situation. This one incident I could never forget because if they were not on time to the hospital today I might not have an idea what my sibling's situation would be without my mom. It was not an end to my family's struggles, Later few years when my dad didn't change after seeing so many things in the family she decided to leave him and go to somewhere to at least feed us by earning a bit which they lost in agriculture. She left three of us with her maternal family whom I call my grandpa and grandma who are my second parents for me and my siblings. At a very young age, my mom left us and came to Bangalore with her brother..., read full story on Profile (storymirror.com)

[stranger-timecrimes]

Trauma teaches lessons: Autobiography

Welcome to my Blog. I am Rochelle B. Tanyag, Let me present to you my autobiography about my traumatic experience in Quiapo Manila where this trauma teaches me and changes me. Traumatic experience that I don't want others to experience that's why I wrote this autobiography.

My name is Rochelle B. Tanyag, and I am currently in college studying criminology at the Philippine College of Criminology which is located at 641 Sales Street, City of Manila, Metro Manila, or within Quiapo Manila. Quiapo is a district in the bustling, busy, and crowded city of Manila. I am writing an autobiographical essay, a story about a traumatic event in my life and how it changed me as a responsive girl. I am writing about my experience with a thief who acts like a concerned citizen in Quiapo. I am writing this to show what I learned and tell how this event changed me as a responsible girl. It all happened when I and my family went to Quiapo on Sunday to go to Quiapo church and buy some of our needs there in Quiapo. On that day, after we were done praying inside the Quiapo church we went outside the church to buy our needs and suddenly when we finished buying everything we needed and were on our way to wait for a taxi, we forgot to buy my brother's shirt and we because my younger brother needs it for his everyday use went back to the store to look for it. Unfortunately, when we came back a man asked us if we needed a bigger plastic bag because we have a lot of things to carry and we said that it was not necessary. The man pretended to be concerned about us without knowing that he had bad intentions for us. After we bought my brother's shirt, we left the store without noticing that my phone was missing. My cell phone was in my pocket and I put it in my pocket because I also carry some bags that we bought. I was shocked and scared to tell my parents that my phone was missing and I was so scared because that cellphone had all of my social media accounts that the thief might open and use my accounts to chat with my friends and relatives and pretend that I am using my phone. And suddenly my dad asked us if we had forgotten to buy or had forgotten anything and I answered that I didn't know where my cell phone is, my dad told us that said that maybe I just misplaced the cell phone in the plastic that we are all carrying and we looked it in every plastic that we are carrying with us and there was nothing. Until we went back to all the stores that we went from maybe one of the sellers found my cell phone and returned them to us but when we went back to all the stores we went there was none of them picked it up and I remember that the man who pretended to be nice to us and offered a big plastic stands behind me and I remember that my cellphone was placed at my back and the man also stands at my back when he offered us the big plastic bag. I was so sad and I realized after my phone was gone that going to Quiapo is not a safe place to be not responsible with your valuable things because you don't know in this place who really cares about you or who has bad intentions toward you and I also remember on that day what my parents always tell us that there are many thieves in Quiapo so we should be careful and be responsible on our valuable things, especially with our wallets and cellphones. After that incident, I became more responsible with my things when I went to crowded places.

[bekindtoyou4007]

Back to journaling for my stupid mental health. A lot has happened recently. Family drama and getting married. Tomorrow I have to do weekend professional training which sucks. The time off getting hitched was great but we also did so much and so much happened around it that it was also not 100% relaxing, as you might imagine. Got a text from my dad which was very dramatic and melancholy but still managed to slip in some gaslighting about the past. He speaks now in euphemisms about his previous violence before he got sick when a couple of years ago he said explicitly to husband 'there was a lot of violence in this house growing up'. It's frustrating. He hurts me by referencing it and doing it so obliquely I would literally rather we never talk about it then have to listen to him try to be evasive. I was only trying to speak to him because I got married, he wasn't there, then he didn't come to phone for 5 days and I had to leave a message at his care home in case someone told him before I could, and then that would be something to be criticised... Talking to family often feels like picking at healing wounds. I try to move on but old incidents get dragged up or people start hypothesising about the past. I need to work out what my relationships and boundaries should be moving ahead. Maybe I could say to my dad I have different memories and views than him and I don't remember my childhood as a happy one so even if he doesn't agree as to why that is, maybe he could try to refrain from rehearsing the past with me as it just makes me feel bad. I do still love him of course but it occurs to me often nothing changed, he stopped being violent because he got sick and physically couldn't. His attempts to blame my mum solely for the bad childhoods of us kids seems part and parcel of a person with still an abusers mindset, even if he doesn't have the body. If they discovered a miracle cure for his degenerative condition tomorrow, would me and my family even be safe? Or would he revert into unpredictable violent scary guy mode? It's hard to grow past a bad situation when it feels recurring and it keeps reflaring up again. I have cried so much the past week too about all this. I think I'll try to go back to therapy to sound off against someone who can talk back and be knowledgeable...

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Church (Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Choi San × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, College AU, Friends to Enemies(?), Enemies to Lovers (?)

Summary: He used to be her best friend until he abandoned not only his childhood beliefs, but her in the process. One night, he decides to show her a glimpse of what she's been missing out on. Inspired by Chase Atlantic's Church .

Word Count: 6.3+K

Warnings: Mentions of religious beliefs, brazen college parties, allusions to alcohol/nicotine intake, body insecurity (reader has small breasts), oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, body worship/praise, slight cumplay, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (always use protection), slight corruption kink, inexperienced reader, experienced San. (Probably forgot something)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @brie02 @deja-vux @a-soft-hornytiny @multidreams-and-desires @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie

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The infamous rebel let out a pernicious snicker when he saw the serene and usually proper former acquaintance walk in his direction.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that really the pastor's prissy little daughter out past her bedtime in a college party?" He found the situation much too amusing that he just had to point it out.

"I have a name you know." The female he was referring to halted in her steps to turn her head and give him an unkind and unfriendly look.

"You have several, actually. There's goody two shoes, priss, prude, prig-"

"Oh shut the fuck up Choi San." She scoffed as she began walking away from him, already feeling annoyed by his presence.

The man trailed after her, his face donning a shocked expression as he flailed his arms around in a dramatic way.

"Guys it's happening! The apocalypse is really here if L/N Y/N has not only attended a wild party full of debauchery, but her mouth has actually uttered out cursed words!" He shouted out, the other attendants either joining in laughing at her or ignoring him in favor of the bottles or sticks in their fingers.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means." She turned to look at him with a mocking smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Please, I know a lot more than you have ever pretended to know." He clicked his tongue, elbow coming up to rest on the wall next to him.

"Is that why you turnt corrupt and abandoned everything you believe in?" She couldn't help but spat back at him.

"Hey at least I was honest and didn't hide it like you people who lead double lives. Preaching one thing but living the total opposite. You're all nothing but a bunch of hypocrites." The venom in his voice was unmistakable, nose scrunching up in disgust as he remembered gross sins he had more often than not had witnessed from people who claimed to be pure and holy.

"I do not lead a double life." She remarked.

"Oh really? Then why the hell are you here in a college party? Full of alcohol, drugs and walking STDs? Riddle me that princess." His foot tapped against the floor, patiently awaiting an answer from her.

Y/N swallowed the non existent lump in her throat and turned her gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to see what it was like. Just once." She admitted begrudgingly, the man in front of her chuckling lowly.

"Well you sure are going to have a lot to confess on Sunday to your dad. Silly girl, walking into the lion's pit like this." He jeered at her.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Just because I came here doesn't mean I've done anything morally wrong." She counteracted his words to which he only snorted.

"Yet."

Tired of his overly obnoxious attitude, Y/N spun on her heel to get away from him, but she spun so carelessly and fast that she ended up bumping into another classmate who unfortunately was holding a full cup of beer that ended up being doused all over her white blouse.

"Oops! Sorry, my bad." He excused himself, looking completely unapologetic about the situation.

Meanwhile Y/N looked absolutely horrified as she took in the drenched state of her shirt that now had the stench of alcohol on it. The fact San was bursting out in giggles only served to make her even more mad.

"Now tell me how do you plan on explaining that to dear old-"

"Can it San or I swear I'll gauge your eyes out." She threatened him as she stormed out the building, not caring that she bumped into a few figures on her way out.

Feeling just a bit of empathy for his old friend, San sighed softly before following after her. Upon catching up to her, he took hold of her wrist and started dragging her in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off me! I will not hesitate to scream!" She tried tugging her arm away.

"Calm down I'm not planning on kidnapping or anything like that sweetheart. I'm taking you back to my car."

She let out a dry laugh at that.

"But that's not kidnapping?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have a spare shirt in the backseat that you can change into. Unless you wanna go home smelling like PBR." He looked back to see the mess one more time, lips curling up into a smirk.

Against her better judgment, she allowed him to take her all the way where his car was parked, standing there quietly as San rummaged through the backseat before taking out a clean plain white tshirt and held it out to her.

"Here. Put it on."

She looked at him with a face that asked if he was stupid.

"Well what?" He asked.

"Oh yes..I'm totally going to strip in a middle of the street and let anyone passing by see." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh for fuck's sake, there's nobody here, nobody is going to see and frankly I don't think anyone cares about seeing your non existent boobs." He scorned at her as he gestured to her chest.

"Ok rude and uncalled for." She felt slightly hurt by his comment, having always been somewhat insecure about the size of her chest.

"Don't look." She warned him.

"Not like I want to." He jeered at her as he turned away to not only give her privacy, but to also serve as a lookout for anyone that might accidentally show up and see the scene. He could hear her behind him tearing off her clothes and then slipping it back on.

"Ok there. I'm done." Y/N announced as she stuffed the soiled shirt into her bag.

"Not even a thank you?" San pouted slightly, to which Y/N gave a feigned smile.

"Thanks."

With that said and done, she brushed past him and started walking away, absolutely done with the night.

"Careful not to get caught sneaking back inside your house." She heard San say from behind.

"For your information I'm not living with them anymore. I moved into the dorms 2 months ago." She stated in a matter of factly, a proud look on her face.

"Well in that case....want to ride back with me?" He offered.

"Yeah no, I'd rather take my chances at being kidnapped and then butchered up. Besides, I wouldn't want to cut your wild night short." She declined the offer.

"Stop being so negative Nancy and accept my generosity. Geez."

Running over to her, he quickly snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her shocked exclaims and protests.

"Now this is really kidnapping!" She declared.

"Yeah I know, now shut up before I duct tape that bratty mouth of yours." San grinned mischievously as he tossed her into the backseat and shut the door before striding over to get on the driver's seat.

"Oh come on. Stop looking at me like I'm a criminal. Just because I indulge in a few sins every now and then, doesn't make me into a bad person." He stated when he saw the dirty look she gave him.

"Whatever." She muttered as she locked in her seatbelt.

San opted for just driving back to the dorms and get Y/N tucked in her bed since it was clear to him she needed it.

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"You're lucky my roommate is on vacation, otherwise I would have left your ass back there." Y/N spewed out as she threw her keys onto her dresser.

"Thanks Y/N, I always said you were the nicest and most giving person in the planet." San complimented her as he felt he should given she was letting him stay the night in her dorm after a little tiny incident with his keys dropping inside one of the manholes surrounding the university. And the administration office wouldn't be open til the morning, meaning he was screwed unless his roommate showed up to let him in, but that was a definite no since San knew Seonghwa would definitely end up in someone else's bed and come back til the next day, hickeys plastered all over his neck and chest.

"No, you always said I was the most stuck up-"

San shushed her by pressing a hand over her mouth.

"You dwell so much on the present image of me you drew up in your head that you completely erased the friend you had all those years ago." He slid his hand off her mouth, shoulders slumping down as he turned away from her to crouch on the floor.

"That friend doesn't exist anymore, that is if he even existed in the first place. If I recall, my friend wasn't into parties, booze, vaping, tattoos, piercings and fucking around with every whore in the school."

San didn't say anything as he heard her ramble, he just let her talk away as she started pulling out spare blankets and pillows for him to use.

"My Sannie was sweet, cute, adorable, always ready to lend people help and respectful to others." She reminisced with a sad look. Pulling her expression straight, she laid out the blankets and started arranging them neatly on the floor.

"I still am."

San's voice was so quiet that she barely registered that he even opened his mouth in the first place, but she heard him.

"Maybe if you weren't so puffed up with pride and didn't cut me off after I cut ties with the church, you'd see that I'm still the way I was. You think I changed completely because of ink and metal on my body? Because I wanted to try certain substances and yes, satisfy some perfectly normal and humane needs?"

Y/N averted her gaze from him and continued the task she was in. San let out a despondent scoff.

"Of course you do. And yet didn't I just demonstrate to you back there that I haven't changed? Giving you my shirt, giving you a ride, yeah I know, it's not much and no big deal, but wasn't those the types of things I'd do even back then?"

Y/N's tongue poked against her cheek as she knew she couldn't deny that was San said was absolutely true. He did nothing different back at the party as he used to do years ago. Helping old ladies with grocery bags, giving away some of his clothes to less fortunate kids, he was always known as being such a giving and kind person.....

No wonder so many were devastated when it was announced he had resigned as a member of the church. Y/N herself was hurt and even indignated by his decision. And after that she adamantly refused to see him or talk to him, and of course San respected her decision and avoided contacting her so as to not make her uncomfortable. He understood that their friendship was broken and he wasn't going to overstep boundaries just to try and fix it when the other party didn't want it. So he just decided to live his life as he thought was right without his conscience bothering him. And he was much happier now, he felt free, something that he had never felt before. Perhaps he was so chained down by formality, discipline, strict regulations and even fear that he didn't realize that he was miserable all that time until his eyes were fully open and he found he didn't like what he saw, especially after seeing the dark and ugly side of what was supposed to be a safe and pure sanctuary. He was let down severely and he suffered in the process. But now that was behind him and he had no regrets......

Except Y/N. He truly missed her and her company. As he laid on the makeshift bed on the floor, he found himself unable to sleep as he recalled all those fond times spent with her. The trips to the lake, hiking, first day of school, their first accident after he had gotten his driver's license. He let out an involuntary smile at that memory. Unbeknownst to him, the girl on her bed was equally reminiscing on the old days filled with her best friend. She had been so alone ever since she distanced herself from him, the world now feeling empty and cold without him. Shifting around in her bed, she whined into her pillow as she desperate tried to sleep.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Her question startled San momentarily.

"Are you that sleep deprived that you're suddenly asking me to confess my worst sins?" He chuckled amusedly.

"Maybe it'll help me get actual sleep, I don't know. And.... I'm just curious." She clutched one of her plushies and started messing around with it.

"Curiosity killed the cat and I don't think your virgin mind will be able to handle my confession." He asserted confidently.

"I'm not a virgin, but oh well. Just tell me, what's the worst?" Her casual response made San flip out. He sat upright and kneeled at the front of her bed with an incredulous look.

"What do you mean you're not a virgin? When did you-?" He was so flabbergasted he wouldn't even finish his sentence.

Rolling over to where he was, Y/N smirked at him.

"Uh uh. I asked you a question first and you have to answer it before I can answer any you want."

Knowing he had no alternative, San placed his chin on the top of her mattress.

"Had a threesome with 2 of our professors." He laughed when he saw how shocked Y/N looked.

"What?! No way!" She refused to believe him.

"It's true. I won't tell you who they were since you won't be able to look at them the same way if I did...... I'll just dish this: they both got really huge tits and it's a shame they're married." He admitted with a smug expression.

"I can't believe you." She fanned her face which she was sure was now a deep crimson color.

"Ok now your turn. When did this happen? Who was it with?"

Y/N didn't even mind that San got up and crawled into her bed to lay down next to her. His face was rested on his hands as he looked at her with intense inquisitiveness. Knowing she'd have to talk about it sooner or later, she thought it would be best if San was the one to know since he would never tell anyone else and he'd understand since he was tainted as well.

"Remember when that group of missionaries came to stay over at our city for a while back in high school?"

San nodded, vividly remembering everything. Y/N blushed and smiled shyly.

"Do you remember that there was a family with a son our age? Chase?"

San widened his eyes and flopped over on his back as his hands came to hide his face.

"Oh dear lord, please don't tell me it was that Canadian boy." He groaned in pain.

"Yeah....yeah it was."

San couldn't stop cringing at the thought of his friend doing such a thing.

"How even did that happen?" He was so lost.

"I don't know! It just did ok? It happened while we were out in that camping trip. Somewhere there, we were left alone and we started talking about everything and nothing til it spiraled into talking about sex and us being virgins decided to see what was the big deal....." She bit her lower lip as the memory flashed in her mind. Looking over at San, she knew he was judging her as she expected. A tiny snort escaped his lips.

"That must have been the worst 45 seconds of your life." He joked, earning him a slap on his chest by Y/N's hand.

"It was not 45 seconds!............. it was 2 minutes."

San only laughed harder at that, nearly crying from how funny it was to him. He composed himself though when he saw how embarrassed Y/N looked about it. Feeling bad for laughing at her expense, he cleared his throat and patted her head.

"It's ok. First times are always awkward and uncomfortable. The problem was you weren't prepared and you were both inexperienced. He just didn't know how to please you."

Y/N couldn't help herself as she asked:

"And I suppose you can?"

Flipping onto his stomach, San cupped her chin with his hand and ran his thumb across her lower lip.

"Don't tread on dangerous territory little angel lest you want an evil demon to corrupt you." He warned her, and although he wouldn't actually follow through on it, he did want to tease her a little. But he wasn't expecting for Y/N to play along to his teasing, only she was not joking at all as she brought her face closer to his.

"Maybe I want you to corrupt me, show me what I've been missing out on." She brushed her lips against his, tongue daring to poke out and press on his slit briefly, leaving him stunned.

"You have no idea what you're asking for princess." San mused as he held himself back from touching her.

"I know what I'm asking for Choi San and what I'm asking for....is you." She responded with confidence.

Escaping from underneath the blanket that covered her, Y/N reclined back on the mattress, her head laying on her soft pillow as she gestured for San to come over to her, which he promptly did. Parting her legs so he could fit his body between them, he smirked softly down at her eagerness, fingers brushing against the soft skin on her thighs.

"You're serious about this?" He wanted to make sure it wouldn't be something she'd regret.

"I already messed up once, what's one more time gonna do?" She pulled him down against her, not caring when he lost balance and accidentally crushed her under him with his muscular body.

"Besides...." Wanting to further entice him, Y/N brushed her lips against his ear.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want to fuck me. That you don't want to stuff that hard cock of yours into my tight and inexperienced pussy. Bet you're itching to tear into me until I'm crying under you. Don't you want that?"

San let out a moan at hearing such filthy and depraved talk from her. It only fueled his appetite and hunger for indulging in carnal desires.

"Yes... I want that.... I want you."

Closing space between them, San molded his lips over hers, encasing them in a sloppy and wet kiss. Y/N could faintly make out the leftover scent of alcohol and nicotine as she let him taste her mouth, but she didn't mind or felt grossed out by it. She just kept her lips parted and allowed him to move his tongue freely inside her. Cupping her cheeks, San continued to roll his tongue over hers, massaging it gently with both deep yet gentle strokes. When he pulled away, he made sure to tuck her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as Y/N let out a moan that was like music to his ears. Pausing briefly, their lips were barely touching as they breathed in each other's air. San was the first one to break into a smile, the one that had Y/N melting since it displayed his dimples to the fullest.

"Never thought I'd hear that sound come out of your pretty mouth." He teased her.

"S-shut up." She frowned, hand reaching up to smack his chest.

"It's not a bad thing. I like it. Now let's see if I can make sure you keep them up."

Stuffing his face into her neck, San ghosted his lips across her skin, tongue subtly poking out solely to hear her breath hitch slightly. Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, his lips opened up so they could firmly latch and spread wet kisses across her neck. Y/N gasped when she felt teeth sink down, head tilting back to give San more room which he took advantage of. Focusing on particular spots that he knew she was sensitive in, he sucked her skin into his mouth. Each time he pulled away, he reveled when he saw the finished mark that was now painted on her skin.

"I would love to see your parent's reaction to my love bites." He brushed a fingers across the newest spot he just embedded in her body, hand then reaching up to suddenly clasp around her neck. Y/N shuddered when his grip got tighter, her oxygen intake getting cut and making her feel hazy, but it was nonetheless enjoyable. Snaking a hand under her shirt, or more like his shirt, San swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he started to pull the material up.

"How about I make some matching ones all across your pretty chest?"

Before he could lift the shirt any further, Y/N's hand clasped around his wrist, preventing him from moving any further.

"Don't." She begged him.

San retracted his hands away from her, fearing he made her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologized and began to move away from her, but Y/N's hands raked against his thighs to keep him in place.

"No, it's not you. It's just..... if we're going to do this, can I keep the shirt on? I don't...." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she admitted an insecurity of hers.

"I don't like my chest. My boobs are too small, it's unflattering and I'd rather you not see them." She slowly opened her eyes to see his reaction. San had a sad look on his face, bottom lip poking out as his fingers came up to brush against her cheek. Remembering what he had previously said back in the parking loyal, he felt terrible for saying that ill intended joke about her body. He probably hurt her and he didn't realize it.

"Y/N don't say that. Your chest size doesn't matter. You're beautiful the way you are and I bet underneath that layer is clothing there is the cutest and most adorable set of boobs in the world." She let out an involuntary giggle at his words, letting him run his hand down her clothed sternum.

"But if that's what you want, I'll respect it. Either way, my tshirt looks amazing on you." He acknowledged rather cockily.

Shifting further back, San took hold of the top of her shorts, making sure to look at her.

"Are you ok with these coming off?"

Y/N resisted the temptation to slap the top of his head.

"If you don't take them off, how are you going to fuck me genius?" She retorted.

"You'd be surprised at what I've learned." He uttered, mostly to himself than at her.

Like an expert, he practically tore her shorts down her legs, panties falling to the floor along with them. Y/N let out a soft squeal when he took hold of her thighs and brought her down so his face was at eye level with her most intimate part. San took a few seconds to admire her bare mound, lips parted and threatening to start drooling all over her thighs. Pressing both thumbs against each one is her lips, San pried her folds open, staring intently as he now clearly saw all of her.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna need to prep you real good. I can tell you're going to be really tight."

She wanted to ask him what he meant by prep, but her words got caught in her throat when she felt his tongue delve into her core. She had never felt someone's mouth anywhere near her folds and she regretted not having experienced it before. Her eyes shut tight as she marveled at the sensation of San's tongue lapping at her bud, his lips making sure to enclose all around the flesh surrounding it before giving it gentle suckles. Shaky breaths blew out from her mouth, her legs wanting to close themselves around San's head but his firm grip on her thighs kept it from happening. He kept her knees pinned to the bed as his mouth continued to ravish at her taste, sloppily consuming her heat fervently. Her mind was so occupied in what he was doing that she didn't register the hand that slowly crept away from her thigh until she felt something poke at her entrance.

"Oh-" She gasped, opening her eyes to see what was going on.

"Relax princess. It's just my finger.....for now." He momentarily pulled off her heat to let her know what was happening before diving back in to continue his task of eating her out.

His finger inside her felt a little weird at first, sliding in slowly before pulling out only to plunge itself back into her. During one of those times where she expected him to slide back in, she was surprised when she felt herself being stretched out as San curled a second finger inside her. Keeping them lodged there, he began scissoring them alternatively so he could further spread her walls apart. During one of those movements, his fingertips brushed along her hood, making her hips slightly jolt up into San's face, who smiled against her folds as he now knew exactly where to angle his hips for later. Using this new knowledge, that was probably unbeknownst to Y/N, he slipped his fingers deeper into her, knuckles deep as he moved his tips rhythmically on the the spot he found. Y/N's mouth fell wide open into an 'O' as whiny gasps and airy moans poured out of it. San's mouth latched to her clit and his fingers working deep in her hole was producing a stirring in the lower pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite make out. But it felt good, especially since it continued to grow more and more, almost as if it was a cord about to snap.

"San- wait. I feel, I feel-" She couldn't finish her sentence as her body trembled slightly, a flood of overwhelming pleasure washing over her that was prolonged by San drinking up the juices that spilled forth out of her body. He didn't pull away until he made sure to swallow every drop she had to give.

"Aren't you grossed out?" She asked him, always having wondered about that.

"Nope. I love licking girl's pussies, especially if they're as sweet as yours." He affirmed while pulling his shirt off his body.

Y/N turned her flustered face away from him, keeping her gaze locked on the wall to her right, which was decorated with several polaroids of her with her family, friends and members of her church, some of them even had San in them, back when they were inseparable. Before she could become nostalgic, a strong set of hands clutched her chin and teared her gaze away from the pictures, forcing her to stare at the now naked man in front of her.

"Forget about that for now. Right now I want your full attention on me and what we're about to do. After we're done, that image of a good girl you have will gone." His words seemed to almost taunt her.

Although she tried not to look, Y/N's eyes fell in between San's legs, filled with astonishment when she glimpsed for the very first time at her former friend's member, fully erect and leaking at the tip as it awaited to be hugged by her warm walls.

"Like it? Maybe later I'll let you play with it." San giggled when her eyes shot up at him in surprise.

Placing himself to hover above her, he hummed lowly as he slowly stuffed himself inside her, working her open until he was fully nestled inside her warmth. Although she felt a light burn scraping against her inner walls, it wasn't unpleasant or painful like her first time. She could tell San knew exactly what he was doing as he began rolling his hips. Perfectly recalling exactly where to aim at, he made sure to angle his thrusts accordingly so each time he pushed back in, he'd hit her pleasure spot.

"Oh God-" Y/N exclaimed when he continued to brushed against the hood of her core.

"Really think it's a good idea to call out the good lord's name when I'm balls deep inside your pussy?" He asked with a malicious smirk plastered across his face.

"No baby. Tonight your only lord is me."

Pinning her wrists above her head, San continued pushing his cock deeper into her. The harsh pounding of his hips against hers was becoming louder, their bodies starting to get heated and producing sweat. Y/N couldn't do anything but whimper and wrap her legs around San's waist, keeping him firmly locked to her body. She closed her eyes once more as she felt the same familiar feeling from before start piling up, only it felt more intense and stronger probably due to the fact that she was getting railed to her bed by her ex best friend, whom she still cared about deeply. She was definitely not planning on making up with him this way, but holy hell, she couldn't deny that he was making her feel so many emotions at once. Pleasure, lust, satisfaction, happiness, euphoria, love? Perhaps that last one was definitely a stretch, but she blamed her confused thoughts on how well his cock was abusing her hole. She felt unable to focus on anything except him.

"Clenching so hard around me babygirl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock?"

Slipping one hand in between their bodies, San pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth so it would serve as an extra push to tip her over the edge. Y/N splayed her hands on San's lower back, nails raking against his skin, causing him to hiss.

"Fuck- am I seriously making you feel that good babygirl?" He knew for a fact he was feeling absolutely amazing, her tight warmth gripping along his shaft, making it hard for him to hold back much longer.

"Mmm yeah." She shamelessly moaned.

"Am I better than your first?" Although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to feed his ego and hear her say it.

"So much better! It feels so fucking good." She inhaled sharply when that she began to feel the sensation from before. With even louder cries from before, her body shook underneath San's, blood rushing to her head as an even greater orgasm coursed through her body. She was left speechless, a full on panting mess even after San had pulled out of her after helping her ride out her high.

"Oh geez. Shit." San's voice rasped out as he jerked himself off, his cum painting her thighs white, not stopping until he had finished coating them with everything he had to give.

Looking down at the mess, Y/N couldn't suppress a tiny giggle, one of her hands clasping over her mouth while the other picked up some of his cum and spread it between her fingers.

"Having fun there?" San grinned, finding her fascinated gaze to be completely adorable to him.

"Yeah.." She said as sat up to get a better look at the cum around her thighs.

"Well I was going to clean it off you, but seeing as you're so entertained by it, I'll just leave you with it."

Not forgetting that he was merely a guest, San slid himself off her bed and plopped his tired body onto the blankets on the floor. Closing his eyes, he was thinking he would finally be able to sleep, but he found his plans thwarted when he felt a pair of hands graze across his chest. Looking up, he found Y/N straddling his lap, biting down on her lower lip as she grinded her wet folds along his softened dick which was now becoming hard again thanks to her.

"What in the world are you doing you crazy girl?" He sucked in a breath, not expecting her to suddenly pounce on him.

"I wanna try that again." She pleaded, grinding her hips harder on him.

"Oh my- did I accidentally turn you into a nymphomaniac?" She chuckled at his joke and although he groaned as if he was frustrated, he obliged to her wishes and sat up.

Clasping her waist with his hands, he lifted her up and guided her so she could easily sink herself down on his length. Not letting go, he slowly rolled his hips up, burying himself deep in her body once more. Since they were both still riled up from their previous session, it didn't take long for both of them to start spewing out a clutter of moans and grunts as they once again get lost in a mist of lust that clouded their minds. San drunk up every expression on Y/N's face. Every twitch of her facial muscles, every shuddering breath she exhaled, each time her eyelids shut close, he marveled at seeing her enjoy the experience. He loved seeing her indulge in such an intimate practice with him, more so given how special she was to him, one of the most important people in his life aside from his family. Looking down at her torso, his fingers brushed along the hem of her shirt.

"Please...." His urging caught her attention.

"Please let me see all of you. I want to admire every inch of you and your beautiful body. I promise I won't laugh or judge. I just want to worship you."

Y/N hesitated briefly, still afraid to let him see what was hidden under the shirt.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I won't force you." He shot a kind smile at her as he focused back on making sure to drive his cock up into her.

Feeling safe and knowing she could trust her lifelong friend whom she thought of as a soulmate at one point, Y/N reached for the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off her body. Coming face to face with her bare chest, San groaned in ecstasy as he slid his hands up her body.

"Just as I predicted, you have very cute breasts."

Pulling her chest to his face, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in it, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. Y/N's fingers raked themselves through his hair, harshly tugging them when she felt his teeth sink themselves into her flesh.

"Aren't they too small?" She inquired.

Letting go of her breast with an audible pop, San cupped her chin.

"No baby, they're absolutely perfect. They're gorgeous, just like every other part of your body. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning and holy fuck, you're driving me insane honestly." He confessed, his mouth diving into her other breast so it wouldn't feel left out from being tenderly kissed and sucked on.

His words sunk deep in Y/N's heart. He really did found her beautiful, attractive and it spurred something in her. Feeling a newfound passion, Y/N unconsciously began taking over their movements. Pushing against his thrusts, she began to set her own pace, rutting herself on top of his dick. San of course took notice and was happy about it.

"Oh wanna take over now baby? Well go ahead."

Laying back down on the floor, his eyes stared up at her with lust.

"Fuck yourself on me darling."

Encouraged by him, Y/N began bouncing herself on his cock. Finding an angle that she liked, she sunk down on his length over and over, her head thrown back as she used his body to push her down another spiral of immense pleasure. San just relaxed and admired the way she lost herself and gave into her deepest desires. He loved the way she rode his cock, and he loved feeling her walls tighten once more around his shaft.

"Oh shit- Sannie." She cried out his name as she quivered on top of him, her juices spilling out onto his cock once more.

Knowing fully well she was probably aching between her thighs, San gripped her hips and helped her ride out her climax so the feeling she was going through wouldn't go away just yet. He made sure to be gentle, easing her up and down his cock with absolute tenderness. Once he knew she was satisfied, he pulled her of him and set her down on the floor before sitting up above her body. Just like before, he took hold of his cock and began pumping his cum out of his body, plastering it all across her inner thighs and even splattering some on her stomach. Looking up, Y/N had the same giggly expression as before.

"Does my cum really make you burst into a fit of giggles?" He questioned her.

"I can't help it. It's just... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact it's so dirty and wrong, and then to have you spread it all over my body." She explained, which made San chuckle.

"Maybe I should baptize your thighs with my cum more often." Although he was joking, Y/N was more than willing to take him up on that offer.

"Will you?" She looked up at him with puppy eyes.

San studied her for a moment, before a wicked idea popped in his brain.

"How about you let me baptize and stain that pretty face of yours?"

Getting a hint of what he meant, Y/N got up on her knees while San stood up right in front of her, cock in hand as he brought it up to her lips.

"I hope you weren't planning on going to morning services tomorrow because I'm going to keep you up til morning until your knees hurt."

[wifebread]

Obsessed | Pt.3

Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character

Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character,  Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.

Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.

word count: 1,6k

I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.

a/n: Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.

source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8

"One condition"

It's been a few days since Shin was got to the hospital. Percy didn't dare to visit her friend— you never know what would come into his head — so she made do with care packages. Sometimes, to find out about the condition of Shin, the girl had to call his mother. She kindly replied that everything was fine and the guy would be released soon.

He didn't stop texting Percy, even started doing it too often. The girl decided not to answer anymore, to ignore. If he wants Percy not to hang out with other guys - ok. The girl really did not want anyone else to suffer because of her fault. Therefore, she tried to observe the rules that he told her to follow.

And for the past week, Percy has been doing nothing but carrying parcels to the hospital and staying at home. However, fate decided to fuck her ass.

Song's pen friend is coming today, so the parents' rules - "curfew at 9" and "no partying" — will be broken.

“Kitten!” the girl screamed, throwing her suitcase and rushing at full speed to her friend.

“Brinnie," Percy said, hugging the girl, which literally knocked her off her feet. “You got there, as I see, without incident.”

“Yeah,” Sabrina replied with a nod, rising with Percy.

“Mom and Dad are at work, so we're alone until the evening.”

“Got it. Wait, I'll take the suitcase.”

***

“Well, what did you want to offer me?”  sipping some coffee and putting a cup of cocoa on the table in front of her friend, Percy asked, sitting down.

“I suggest recalling the events of three years ago and reviving the old.”  Sabrina snapped her fingers.

“Now in a human way?” Percy asked, raising one eyebrow uncomprehendingly.

“Hang out, dummy.”  Poking her friend in the nose, Sabrina began.  “Remember how we used to rock.”

“Correction, you used to rock," Percy said, nodding.

“Well, right, you were drunk and stoned,” Sabrina said with a snort, rolling her eyes.  “But now everything is different.

Percy looked at her friend, a la: "How is that?".

“Now we can both get drunk,” the girl began to enumerate, bending her fingers. "we can both smoke and..." Sabrina said after a pause, thereby intriguing Percy. “There is something to celebrate. You won't believe it; I broke up with this jerk.”

“Really?”  Percy was genuinely surprised. "And Felix didn't even protest?"

"Who the hell knows," the girl replied with a shrug.  “I texted him that everything was over between us and changed the SIM card.”

“Boy oh boy,” Percy laughed, almost choking. "Don't worry," she continued, calming down. — You're an attractive chic; you'll find a boyfriend quickly.

“Don't mess me about," Sabrina said, shaking her head. “Tell me, how are the things on your love front yourself? Shin is being dismissed, I say right away. He may be a two-meter fella, but even so he could not stand up for himself. Not mentioning your protection.”

Percy wondered if she should tell Sabrina about her watcher. Up to this point, the girl had never mentioned him when talking on the phone. Song knew her friend well. And I understood that if she told her about it, she would certainly want to help get rid of the snoop.

“Hey, why are you frozen?”  Snapping her fingers in front of Percy's face, the girl asked.

“Oh, I thought about it and I want to tell you about ...” Percy stopped when she felt the vibration of the phone in her pocket. "One seс," she added, taking her smartphone out of her pocket.

Even before turning on the screen, the girl already guessed who was writing.

From: Psycho

13:16 "Don't involve your friend in this, the sunshine :)"

13:17 "It will be extremely unpleasant if something happens to her, right?"

“What? Is that mom?”  Sabrina asked, finishing her cocoa, forcing her friend to look up from the phone.

“No, some ads by e-mail,” turning off the smartphone, Percy replied. —“I wanted to tell you... that no one is even trying to get to know me.”

"And if someone wants to, this fucker will put him down," Percy added, in thought making a sad little pug.

“Oh, my friend," Sabrina began, putting her hand on Percy's shoulder. “Today we both have a great chance to meet someone.”

“I don't even know if they will let me,” the girl hinted at her parents, and the thought of her watcher did not leave her head.

“Calm down, your folks trust me. Let's say we're going to a girls night party with a mutual friend, and her brother will take us home.”

The phone vibrated again, and it wasn't hard to guess that he didn't like the idea.

"I'm going to call Jiwon," Sabrina began, putting the empty mug in the sink. “I'll tell him that we'll come.”  The girl looked at Percy expectantly. “We're going, right?”

Percy pursed her lips, doubtful. On the other hand, she can just not approach the guys and have fun with her bestie.

“Yes,” Percy said, giving up, exhaling. “We're going.”

“Great!”  Sabrina shouted happily, clapping her hands, hugging her friend.

When the girl came out of the kitchen, Percy grabbed the phone again, turning it on.

From: Psycho

13:22 "You're not going"

Percy stared at the screen for a long time, reading the message over and over again. The girl thought that she could pretend to be a good girl and convince him that she would play by the rules.

To: Psycho

13:24 "I haven't seen my friend for a long time"

13:25 "I have no intention to go in order to pick up someone"

13:26 "These days"

13:27 "You have settled in my thoughts"

Percy had already thought many times that such words would not help her; they would only worsen the situation. After all, he is clearly not stupid; he won’t fall so easily for such a thing.

Only the girl wanted to delete the last two messages, as she received an answer:

From: Psycho

13:27 "I didn't expect you to think about me so often"

13:28 "It's nice to know :)"

Percy closed her eyes, exhaling with relief. She was surprised that the guy believed her. Inside, the girl was triumphant, but visually she tried not to show it. You never know if he’s watching.

From: Psycho

13:30 "One condition"

 "Holy shit," Percy thought, batting her eyelashes in surprise. "Now I also have to receive conditions? Just because I want to be an ordinary teenager and go have fun?"

To: Psycho

13:32 "I remember the rules"

From: Psycho

13:33 "That’s cake"

13:34 "You shouldn't forget them anyway :)"

To: Psycho

13:35 "What is the condition?"

And after that, he fell silent. Percy fidgeted with her fingers, looking at the screen in anticipation. But the answer did not come either after 5 minutes or after 10. And as Percy had noticed, it wouldn't do any good.

*** 

After going up to her room, the girl wanted to put her smartphone on charge and go to the guest room to find out from Sabrina what time it would be necessary to get ready.

Percy was about to leave the room, having looked around the room for the last time, when suddenly her gaze was fixed at a piece of paper glued to the window with something.

Hesitantly coming closer, the girl saw the text. After reading it, Percy almost fell. She frantically opened the window wide open, looking for him among the passers-by.

"Don't close the windows at night, otherwise I'll have to look for another way to visit you ;)"

“What are you doing?”  Sabrina, who had just entered the room, asked. “Suicide is not a solution. And jumping from the second floor - this is the maximum to break your legs.”

"I just wanted to get some air," Percy was taking a piece of paper off the glass, drowning out the rustling sounds with her voice. “What time do we move out?”  crumpling the paper in her hand behind her back, the girl asked, forcing a smile.

"Jiwon said we can move out right now.” throwing the phone on her friend's bed, Sabrina answered. “So, let's get changed.”

“And you go too. You can't go in your pajamas.”  Percy said, laughing. “Shall we put on makeup now as well?”  Sabrina nodded and then left the room.

***

By the way, Percy met Jivon a year and a half ago.

It happened during term time. Since he was a librarian's assistant, and Percy was a frequent guest of the reading hut, they were left after school, with a request to help rearrange the books in their places, and to postpone the spoiled ones.

It is remembered, they almost got into a fight then because of the distribution of responsibilities. Jiwon didn't really want to exert himself, so he planned to help the girl only with moral support. But Percy wouldn't have been able to do it all alone, and even with such a height.

The screams of teenagers could be heard all over the library. If Percy tried to keep herself in hand and not swear with a choice obscenity, then Jiwon thought of throwing a book at her. And the first thing the guy heard after that was, "You're such a fucker."

The guy was genuinely surprised that Percy knew such words, so he laughed. And the laughter was so contagious that the girl forgot about what happened a couple of moments ago.

“Yoon Jiwon,” sitting on the floor by the bookcases, the guy said, holding out his hand.

“Song Percy,” the girl shook the guy's hand, as a sign of acquaintance. "For the record," she continued, poking Jiwon in the shoulder.  “it was very painful.”

“I kind of figured,” remembering Percy's words, the guy laughed again, and the girl caught it.

“All this, of course, is wonderful. But we never finished.”

“As an apology..." Yoon began thoughtfully. “I can help you reach the upper shelves.”

"Now this thing," Percy began, picking up a thick book. “is going to fly at you.”

“I was just joking," Jiwon said with an innocent smile.

to be continued...

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: taking Wanda to meet your parents wasn't the best decision in hindsight...

warning/s: none i don't think?

author's note: i’m not sure what to say other than sorry in advance oops

part one | part two | part three | part five | part six | part seven | masterlist | wattpad

The restaurant my parents chose wasn't too flashy but rather comforting and homely, with an Italian theme and matching cuisine. It was bustling with people, but it didn't take long for Wanda and I to find my parents sat at the back waiting for us.

"You gonna be okay?" I asked, glancing at her with a comforting squeeze of the hand.

"I've got you, haven't I?" she asked playfully, her accent thicker than usual as she spoke. And though she was joking, I knew there was truth to her words which sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.

"You're cute," I said with adoration, appreciating how lovely her eyes looked in the dimly-lit restaurant. "Come on."

Hand in hand, we approached my parents' table and I had hopes that tonight would go well. My parents weren't exactly intimidating – at least anyone I'd ever known hadn't got that impression – but I still worried for Wanda. Unlike her, I couldn't read minds, so I couldn't tell if she was actually looking forward to tonight or if she was just doing it for me.

"Y/N, you're here!" my mum exclaimed with a grin when she spotted me.

"I am," I said with a nervous smile, before motioning to Wanda. "And so is Wanda, my girlfriend."

"Yes, Y/N mentioned you would be coming," my mum said with a friendly smile, looking to Wanda, before motioning to the table. "Please, sit, sit."

I squeezed Wanda's hand gently before pulling out a chair for her. She smiled at me appreciatively before I took a seat beside her, facing my parents.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Wanda," my dad said with a nod. "Y/N mentioned you plenty of times when we'd call to catch up with her."

"You, too," Wanda spoke politely. "Both of you. Y/N told me that you're travelling the world, is that right?"

I leaned on my hand and glanced at Wanda, who shot me a mischievous smile. Quirking a brow, I mentally applauded her. Getting my parents to talk about their travels was an easy way of bonding with them – they would tell every server and customer in this restaurant about their travelling if they could. She'd cracked them instantly.

I'm just that good, milashka (cutie).

Trying not to laugh as her words echoed in my mind because of her powers, I leaned back into my seat and listened in as my parents went into a ramble about their ongoing adventures. This was pretty much how the rest of the evening went, as the four of us dined on expensive wine and delicious pizza. They seemed to be getting along well, with Wanda asking all the right questions and giving them her picture-perfect smile that impressed all the elders. Heck, she was even impressing me.

Naively, I appreciated how well the evening was going until my parents decided to talk to Wanda about her career.

"So, Y/N mentioned you're one of those Revengers," my mum remembered as we ate.

"Avengers," I corrected her, mildly embarrassed.

Wanda chuckled, glancing at me, before nodding. "Yes, I am. For over a year now, I've been working with them."

"Them being Iron Man, Captain America, the Black Widow...?" my dad asked, looking up as if trying to remember the rest, further embarrassing me.

"Those are the ones," Wanda quipped with a nod.

My mum hummed in response as my dad nodded before leaning back in his seat and eyeing Wanda curiously.

"I can't imagine your job is the safest," he began. "You protect people from threats, right? Keep them safe."

Wanda seemed caught off guard, but recovered quickly. "It's got it's... dangers, yes. But I can handle myself. I've got powers and I know how to use them."

"You do," my dad agreed, before his eyes flickered to me briefly. "But Y/N doesn't. She's just a regular human."

I set my fork down on my plate and looked to him calmly. "Dad, what are you saying?"

"No, it's fine," Wanda said reassuringly, resting her hand on my leg under the table. I grabbed it and held it as she continued to speak to my father. "Y/N doesn't have powers, you are correct."

"And dating an Avenger, I can imagine, must put a huge target on her back," he said with concern, and my mum nodded in agreement. "How can we be certain that she is safe?"

"Dad!"

"Your father is right, Y/N," my mum said, giving me a look, before her expression softened as she looked to a startled Wanda. "We're not implying that you're incapable, Wanda. We can clearly see that you care about our daughter. And you're a lovely person. You're pretty much perfect."

Wanda swallowed hard. "But?"

My mother frowned. "But dating you is bound to put our Y/N in danger. She could get hurt just for being involved with you, with your friends. She doesn't have powers to protect herself. And I can't imagine you're around her all the time to keep her safe."

As angry as I was at my parents for saying this stuff – even if they were saying it out of love – memories of the incident flashed to mind. They were right, but it was a risk I'd accepted when dating Wanda. What good was it doing by bringing this up now?

Noticing Wanda's silence, I spoke up instead. "I appreciate your concern, guys, but I'm an adult. I understand the danger I may be put in by being with Wanda. But I love her and I know that she is here for me if anything were to ever happen."

"We know," my father said, giving me a small nod. "We just thought we'd share our opinion anyway. It's been weighing on us for a while is all."

I sighed quietly. I couldn't exactly fault them for that.

"Anyway, never mind that," my mum said, setting down her fork. "Now that we've got that out the way, let's order some dessert, yeah? Our treat."

Nodding, I let my parents get excited as they perused the dessert menus before them. Instead, I looked to the quiet brunette beside me and saw how lost in thought she was, eyes focused on the table and stuck in a daydream.

With the hand that was holding hers, I patted her hand with my thumb to earn her attention. She looked up suddenly, questioning gaze falling to me. I frowned and quirked a brow, wondering if she was okay. She forced a smile my way, squeezing my hand reassuringly, but I didn't believe her. I also couldn't question it right in front of my parents, so I decided to speak with her later.

Dessert went by quickly as Wanda, suddenly, wasn't very talkative. I didn't know if my parents noticed, but I sure did and I felt extremely guilty. If I had known of my parents' concerns, I never would have brought Wanda to meet them tonight.

After the evening came to a close and we all stepped out of the restaurant, I expected to be going home with my parents since we lived together, but they claimed they had more plans together tonight.

"Wow, you guys have more of a social life than we do," I joked when they told me to make my own way home.

Wanda barely smiled and I felt bad.

"We'll be back in a few hours," my mum promised, before pulling me in for a hug. "Tonight was fun. A great final night before we leave tomorrow."

I returned the hug and as I gave my dad one, I heard Wanda thanking my mum for the lovely evening halfheartedly. After saying our final goodbyes, Wanda led me to her car in silence, giving me time to try and put some jumbled thoughts together coherently.

As she had been for the past hour, Wanda was quiet on the drive back to my place. Whenever I would glance in her direction, she'd be chewing on her lip and focusing on driving, though the blank expression on her face made me think that maybe she was distracted. It didn't take a genius to know she was thinking about my parents' words and I suddenly felt guilty for putting that all on her.

"I'm sorry," I blurted halfway through the journey. "I'm sorry for what they said. It wasn't fair of them, I know that. They just... they meant well, Wanda, they really did." I tucked my hands under my thighs, wincing as their words echoed in my mind. "It doesn't change anything though, y'know? We're still us. We're still okay. I don't want you to feel like anything's changed because it hasn't."

I paused, swallowing hard, and glanced her way. She didn't even look my way, still in the same position as she was before I started to speak. Looking back to the road ahead, I let out a disappointed sigh, figuring she wasn't in a talking mood. I didn't blame her, but I hoped she would have understood what I meant.

The remainder of the drive was like this, Wanda deep in thought and me huddled under an imaginary blanket of guilt. When we finally reached my house, she turned the engine off and I waited for her to say something, literally anything. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel mindlessly and I figured she was out of words for tonight.

"I'll ring you in the morning," I mumbled quietly, opening the car door. "If you want to speak, that is."

Leaving her there, I grabbed my bag and headed to the front door, but stopped when I heard her get out the car, too. Waiting, I turned around and watched as she approached me, eyebrows knitted in thought.

"Please say something," I said with pleading eyes.

She licked her lips, biting her lower lip so hard I'm surprised she didn't draw blood. Finally, she released it and looked to me with apologetic eyes.

"Your parents were right," she said.

I blinked with confusion. "What?"

She nodded, looking down at her shoes momentarily. "They were right, what they said. My life puts you in danger."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed, crossing my arms. "I knew that when I got with you, but that doesn't change anything."

She gave a disbelieving smile. "Seriously? Y/N, that changes everything."

"No, it doesn't," I told her sternly, growing frustrated. "This is the stuff you sacrifice when you love someone."

She sighed, shaking her head and looking away. "You shouldn't have to."

"But I chose to," I said, clenching my jaw.

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" she asked, stepping forward and holding my hand. "The incident?"

"We said we wouldn't talk about that," I reminded her with a low voice.

"But you remember, right? When they took you and I wasn't there? They could've hurt you!"

"Shut up!" I told her, raising my voice. Pulling my hand away from hers and taking a step back, I continued, "Why are you saying that? You came! You helped me!"

"But what if they did something to you before I got there?" she snapped. "What if I hadn't got to you on time?"

The memories came spilling into my mind, escaping the locked box I kept them in. Tears burned the corner of my eyes as I tried to think about anything else.

"You remember how scared you were?" Wanda asked, frowning at me with exasperated eyes. "You couldn't be by yourself for weeks!"

"Why are you doing this?!" I yelled, clenching my fists. "Why are you trying to frighten me?!"

"Because you should be frightened!" she retorted, stepping closer to me. Her dark green eyes were swirling storms of rage as she added, "It could happen again!"

I shoved her away from me, pinching the bridge of my nose with annoyance. Tears slipped from my eyes at the terrifying memory of what happened, what could have gone wrong, but I ignored them as I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Why the hell was she acting like this? Making me so angry at her for no reason?

"It's not even just that," she continued, jaw tensed. "How many times do I get hurt because of work and you get worried?"

"That's because I care about you," I muttered through stinging eyes.

"This will always be my life," she said, a hint of regret in her words as she looked to me. "I can't change it."

"I'm not asking you to!"

"Exactly! You're not! Which means you'll suck it up and stay with me and will live your life in constant concern for my well-being. It's not right."

I opened my mouth to respond because what she was saying was entirely stupid. But my emotions got the better of me and no words came out. Instead, my bottom lip quivered as I sucked up a breath.

"I need time to think," she suddenly said, anger disappearing from her voice and being replaced with an astute calmness.

My gaze snapped her way and through blurry vision, I watched her step back with her hands on her hips.

"So you can what – think about breaking up with me?" I said bitterly, and despite my anger, I didn't expect her to look at me with a softened expression, meaning my words were correct.

"Maybe it's better that way, Y/N," she said gently, eyes meeting mine.

I squeezed my hands together and tried to breathe through the pent-up anger that she'd caused, but the longer she stared at me, waiting for a response, the more I wanted to explode.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I muttered, scrunching my eyebrows together.

She pressed her lips together, looking away, and it only pissed me off more.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Wanda?!" I yelled. "You're quitting on our relationship because, what, you think I'm in danger? Well, news flash, honey, the worst already happened and I'm still here!"

She barely flinched as she avoided my eyes.

"You're a fucking coward!" I said, pointing at her. "If you needed an excuse to end things, you could have just said so!"

Breathing out, I wiped my tears away shakily. I expected her to argue back, to realise she'd made a mistake and regretted her words, but as I waited, I knew she was certain of her decision.

"Fine," I settled, brimming with rage. "Fuck off, Wanda."

Still, nothing.

Turning on my heel, I stormed to my front door and went through my keys with difficulty, hands shaking with anger. I heard Wanda's car door shut from behind me but didn't bother turning around. I clearly didn't need to as I heard the tyres screech against the road and knew she was gone.

Kicking my door with frustration, I found the key and opened up before heading inside and slamming the door behind me. How dare she break up with me because of something that I chose off my own back! She just gave up like we meant nothing to her, not even bothering to talk things out with me! And selfishly, she left me feeling pissed and resenting her more than I ever thought I would.

"What a bitch!" I shouted into the empty house, throwing my keys to the side harshly.

When they clinked against glass, I looked up and saw the vase of flowers Wanda had given me before dinner.

"The first and fucking last," I said dryly, before grabbing ahold of it and throwing it against the wall without thinking.

The glass shattered on impact, leaving a mess of water, flowers and small shards on the wooden floor. I looked at it, the brokenness resembling how my heart felt. As the adrenaline of my actions and previous angry words wore off, all that was left was hurt and pain and oh God, Wanda was gone. She'd left me. She'd given up.

I sank to the floor, pulling my legs up to my chest, and hugged them tightly. Stifling my cries, I dug myself into my knees and felt a pain in my heart. Why didn't she fight for us? Did she not love me enough? Was I not enough?

—

"You ignored the memes I sent you, I thought you died."

As Natasha pushed right past me and into my house, I blinked with disbelief.

"Sure, come right in," I mumbled sarcastically, closing the front door.

Following after Natasha, I found her making herself at home in the living room, plonking herself on the couch and pulling her feet up comfortably.

"You could have sent an emoji or something," she continued, giving me a knowing look. "They were some good memes."

"Well, forgive me if I wasn't in the mood," I said sourly, joining her on the couch.

Her playful smile faded as she picked up on my words. "How are you doing, sweetie?"

I ran a hand through my hair and leaned my elbow on the back of the couch, getting comfortable. It had been two weeks since Wanda broke up with me and in those two weeks, I hadn't been doing particularly well. I guess you could say I was still in a slump. A horrible, tiresome, angry, sadness-filled slump.

"I'm fine."

She pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to argue, but thankfully, she didn't. I was glad – the last thing I wanted was to prove that I was okay when, really, all I wanted to do was curl in a ball and suffocate under my duvet.

"I'm sorry," she said, resting her hand on mine. "If it's any consolation, I think Wanda made a huge mistake."

"Ah, so she told you," I said with a nod of realisation. I hadn't told Natasha the specifics of why we broke up, but clearly Wanda did. I guess it made sense – they were teammates. If anything, I was surprised Natasha still wanted to speak to me, instead expecting her to side with her friend.

"She did," Natasha answered. "And I think she's an idiot, but that's not my business. I just came here to make sure you were okay."

"Really? I thought you wanted to show me the memes," I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile.

She chuckled, slapping my hand gently. "That, too... but seriously."

My smile faded as I looked down, my finger playing with my trousers distractedly. "I'm not okay, but I'll get there." I began to glare at my trousers, my anger for the witch returning. "I have to be. Because she doesn't want me anymore... fuck her."

"I'd rather not," Natasha mumbled.

Though my anger was present, making me tense like it had been the last few weeks, I couldn't help but smile at Natasha's words. Then laughter bubbled from my lips and for the first time since Wanda left, I felt momentarily happy.

"I'm glad we can still be friends," Natasha said, making me look to her with a smile. "I know that you and Wanda are over now... but I still like hanging out with you."

"Me, too," I said in agreement. "Thanks for coming to check in. You didn't have to."

"Yeah, I did." She nodded before offering me a small, encouraging smile. "You're gonna be okay, y'know."

I wanted to believe her, but despite how pissed I was at Wanda, I still loved her. And I couldn't imagine stopping, though I knew I'd have to if I was to make it through this.

—

Getting over Wanda was a difficult process. Everything I felt was a mixture of resentment, exhaustion and misery because I missed her. I missed being able to call her when I saw somebody do something stupid in public; I missed kissing her when I hadn't seen her in a long time; I missed hearing her adorable accent first thing when I woke up after she spent the night; I missed her.

Two months followed the breakup and the only time I'd see her was when she'd dodge Anna's apartment upon knowing I was going to take care of her. I guess I was glad in that sense, as it meant I wouldn't have to deal with her awkwardly. But it also made me feel like shit because it meant she didn't care about me at all. Clearly our breakup wasn't affecting her like it did with me.

And it was definitely affecting me.

I was scrolling through Instagram one day when I saw a particular post on my feed from Natasha's account. Yeah, one of the Avengers had a private Instagram account. She gave me her username when she saw me on it one day and I remember being so confused to how she had it.

"I'm an Avenger, not a hermit," was her response, and from that day onwards, we followed each other.

So, I saw a post on her Instagram and it was some goofy photo of her, Tony, Bruce and Wanda. They were posing with exaggerated smiles as Natasha grinned up front; the caption said something about working long days, but I wasn't paying much attention as, naturally, my gaze fell to Wanda.

Just like everyone else, she had a playful, exaggerated smile on her lips like nothing kept her down, but what stood out was the sling around her arm and the cast underneath. It must have happened in a mission or something and it wasn't my business, but I couldn't help but worry. Was she okay? Was she looking after herself? I wanted to text Natasha and ask, but I stopped myself.

She'd broken up with me for this very reason. I wasn't agreeing with it, but for a second, I did see why she'd made her point. It still wasn't fair though. She didn't get to make that choice for me.

We weren't together anymore, I reminded myself. She broke up with me. It had been two months and I needed to let go. If she didn't care about me, why should I waste my time and energy caring about her?

Not letting it get to me anymore, I simply liked the post before continuing my scrolling. Though I knew that deep down, her face was imprinted in my mind and I still worried for her well-being.

—

The fourth month following our breakup was when I properly saw Wanda again, excluding the times she would duck out of Anna's apartment upon my arrival to care for her. It was also the first time since the breakup that Wanda made the effort to speak to me.

I was sat eating dinner on my day off when I got a call from the hospital nearby, interrupting my meal. The nurse was explaining how Anna had fallen over and hurt her back and was now in a hospital room. She was calling me because she thought I'd like to know since I was her registered nurse and carer. I was glad to get the call, immediately pulling my shoes and coat on and rushing over there to make sure she was okay. She didn't have anyone else apart from Wanda and I – it was no question I had to go.

Though, of course, I didn't really think about the fact that Wanda may be there until I saw her there. I also didn't consider the fact that I was wearing my pyjamas when I stepped in the lift and headed to Anna's floor. Too late now.

After asking the receptionist where Anna's room was, I found Wanda hanging around it outside the door. With only Anna on my mind, I approached her and tried to hide my panic. She spotted me instantly, stopping her pacing and looking to me with tired eyes and a frown on her face.

I didn't care that she looked worried, nor that she was holding up well since we last spoke in anger. I didn't care that she'd dyed her hair a reddish-brown colour, nor that she managed to pull off both that and the whole 'loungewear' look in a place surrounded by blinding white and blue. I didn't care that my heart ached when her green eyes found mine, nor that I missed seeing her so close and not in my dreams for once. I didn't care about any of it. Or, at least, I tried to tell myself that.

"What happened?" I cut straight to the point, stopping in front of her. "Is Anna okay?"

Wanda nodded instantly. "She's fine. She tripped over her dining room chair and hurt her back. The doctors just checked her out and said it's nothing too serious, but she won't be able to walk for a while."

I pressed my lips together, feeling the panic wear off at the sound of good news. Anna had always been more than just a patient to me and the last thing I wanted was to hear she'd hurt herself badly.

"Can I see her?" I asked Wanda, quirking a brow.

"Yeah, of course," Wanda said, before looking away awkwardly. "I was just waiting out here for you. The nurse said you were coming."

I chose to say nothing as I walked past her and into Anna's room, seeing the older woman laying on a hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. When she noticed my presence, she smiled at me and motioned for me to join her side.

"It's so good to see you, milaya (sweetie)," she said happily, as I stopped by her side, "but you didn't have to come! I'm not dying."

I heard Wanda enter the room behind me, but she took a seat on the chairs opposite the bed. Ignoring her, I smiled down at Anna and grabbed her hand.

"Don't say that," I told her gently. "Of course I'm here. You're my number one priority. I had to make sure you were okay!"

Anna waved her hand in typical Anna fashion. "I've suffered worse. I'm absolutely fine."

I knew it was best not to question her, so I didn't.

"I'm glad you're both here," she said, looking between Wanda and I, making me swallow awkwardly.

Since breaking up, I hadn't mentioned it to Anna, but she wasn't stupid and she'd clearly noticed that we weren't spending time together anymore. I didn't know if Wanda had told her, but if she had, Anna never mentioned anything. Like now, she simply looked between us both with a grateful smile, unaware of how awkward we felt.

Thankfully, the awkward silence was interrupted when a doctor walked in the room. After introducing herself, I asked if I could speak to her outside about Anna and she happily obliged. She told me about Anna's condition and how it would affect the way I cared for her, especially regarding her new medication, and I asked anything and everything to make sure she was truly okay. After being reassured that she was, I thanked the doctor and returned to Anna's room, only to find Wanda and Anna in a heated a argument.

I couldn't tell what had got them so fussy as they were bickering in Russian, sentences too fast for me to comprehend with my limited knowledge of the language. It got to a point where Anna began slapping Wanda on the arm, looking angrier than ever, so I stepped between them and pulled Wanda away.

"What the hell is going on here?" I interrupted, holding Anna's slapping hand down to the bed and raising a hand to keep Wanda at bay. I looked between them, seeing the frustration in both their expressions, and asked questioningly, "Well?"

Wanda said nothing, eyes avoiding mine as usual, so I looked down to Anna who was glancing between us before spouting off into another ramble in Russian, trying to grab Wanda so she could yell at her directly. To my annoyance, Wanda tried to push past me, yelling back, and I was unfortunately caught in the middle as I attempted to keep them from ripping each other's throats out.

Thankfully, their bickering came to a halt when an unknown voice called into the room: "What is going on in here?"

I looked to the door, following the mystery voice, and saw a young woman, maybe in her thirties, standing in the doorway and looking between the three of us with confusion. I had no idea who she was, though she seemed familiar. Judging from the confusion Wanda had, she didn't seem to know either.

"Sasha," Anna breathed out with surprise, and then I realised. That was Anna's granddaughter. "What are you doing here?"

[steviesdoll]

Dark Steve Rogers x reader ,Dark Bucky Barnes x reader.

Chapter 1

Summary : In which Bucky asked you on a date but you rejected his offer. So he aquires Steve's help in making you theirs.

Warnings : Dark Steve, hacking, stalking, blackmailing, dirty messages, future non-con, future smut. 18+

Pairings : Dark Steve Rogers x reader , future dark Bucky Barnes x reader

Note : Cutiepie is readers username and captain is Steve's in among us. And also Steve's a serial killer and rapist and Bucky's the same.

After a tiring day at work, you were finally home . You went to your room chanded your work clothes into comfy nightgown.

You went and sat in front of your computer which you mostly used fo gaming. Today you decided to play among us whioch you installed yesterday after your younger brother jaime suggested you.

You opened the game and went to the section of find games. Then you entered a game hosted by someone named captain. As soon as you entered the game he changed it from public to private so no one could enter the game until and unless they know the password. You wondered why he did it.

Captain : Hello

At first you didn't respond.

Captain : Hey girl

Cutiepie : How did you know that I'm a girl?

Captain : Your name itself says you're a girl

Whoever he was he was very strange.

Captain : How much for that pussy?

Cutiepie : Sorry, what ?

More than a question to him it was a question for you. He must be joking, right. But the small line of his made shivers run down your spine.

Captain : You heard me, right.

Captain : How much for that tight little pussy?

As quickly as you can you left the game. If your parents saw it, they would never let you play games online again.

Then again you joined a game hosted by black160 .There were 8 players already in the game and when you entered it made 9 .Just one more player and he could start the game. Then the last player entered and it was coincidentally Captain. Then the game started. The whole time in game he was behind you, following you. For once you thought he's the imposter so you gave his name and luckily everyone listened to you and voted him. He was not the imposter but he was out of the game that made you a little comfortable.

Then you entered a game hosted by rebel007 and other games and coincidentally he was there in each and every game you entered. Then you created your own game and in which Captain entered. Now you were sure that him entering each and every game you entered was far from coincidence. You tried to act brave and wrote :

Cutiepie : Why are you entering each and every game I enter?

Cutiepie : Are you stalking me?

Cutiepie : Have you hacked my device?

Cutiepie : Stay at your limits.

Cutiepie : My dad's a sheriff.

He ignored all your questions. He then sent you a link of a website.

Captain : Open the link.

At first you hesitated but then opened it. After opening it you regreted for why did you open it. There were videos of killing people, torturing them and even raping woman. You quickly left the game and uninstalled it.

Now after the game was finally uninstalled you felt comfortable. You thought if you should say your father about it or not. Then you decided you would tell him.

You got up from your chair and started to head out of your room. Before you could go out of your room you remembered that your father is not at home and wouldn't return before tomorrow morning.

So you got to your bed and tried to sleep. But after all those things that happened to you today, would you be able to sleep peacefully.

The next day came as quickly. You couldn't sleep the whole night thinking about the incident.

It was Sunday so you didn't had to go to work. After you had breakfast you headed to your room and took out of your phone. Then you opened instagram then you saw someone named Captain started to follow you. It didn't take a genius to know that it was the same captain from among us. He didn't had a profile picture and the account was empty like it was newly made. You quickly blocked him.

Now you were too frightened. You knew that he was stalking you or how would he know who you are. You went downstairs where your mom and dad were having breakfast. You told them about all the incident except when he asked about your private part they need not know that.

Your parents were sickly worried about you. Your mom suggested you to not go to work until the situation is handled. Your father agreed with your mom. You took their advice and decided to stay at home. But was it really safe to stay at home when he has his eyes on you.

Then your phone popped up, it was a text from Bucky , your coworker ,who joined a month ago. In a short period of time he became a very good friend of yours. He even asked you on a date but you declined the offer saying that you didn't want to be in a relationship right now and insisted him to continue being friends and he agreed.

Bucky : Hey doll

Bucky : How are you?

You : I'm fine Bucky.

You : Wbu?

Bucky : I'm also fine.

Bucky : I was wondering that if you want to go to today's party.

You : I can't be there cause there's is a lot going with me now.

Bucky : Are you ok, doll

You : Yeah, I'm fine

You : You don't need to worry about me.

Bucky : If you need my help, just let me know.

You : Okk

You : Byy

Bucky : Ok by

Bucky : Take care of yourself.

With that you kept your phone on the bedside table and went to take shower.

You were finally relaxed when nothing happened after a week so today you went to your work. Many of your coworkers asked you for why weren't coming to work. You just told them you were sick.

6:30pm

It was time for you to go to home. You packed your things and headed out. While you were in the parking lot trying to find your car when something hard hit you on the head and before you could turn and see who it was, you lost your consciousness.

[detectivenyx]

Do you think Byuakuya is a badly written antagonist in Trigger Happy Havoc? Do you have any thoughts on his redemption arc if you want to call it that?

this likely won't be a proper answer but wince media summarised a lot of my thoughts when they made this video where they ranked the DR1 cast (byakuya is pretty early in the video so i didn't add a timestamp). i do have a better view of it than them, since there was an inciting incident to his arc (getting upstaged at a trial bad enough that he basically calmly ragequit), and byakuya never really stops being an asshole, he just is an asshole to monokuma and junko instead (which since they're a. the villains, and b. also assholes, is less noticable, so people mistake it for byakuya learning to not be an asshole).

but in all honesty? i hate the very rigid 'protag/support/antag/traitor/mastermind' setup that the community has fallen into as of late, though some of this is my fault for talking about these tropes and breaking them down without kind of exposing how to build them back up again. DR1 was probably better than people remember since these roles weren't as rigid back then; byakuya was an asshole but he interjected during trials way less and actively screwed with one trial, instead of what his successors did, which was to be cryptic assholes about the right answers. DR1 was also where characters were kind of allowed to break molds and all contribute about equally to the story. sdr2 kind of loses me once mikan dies, since it has all these excellent characters and just doesn't use them (or only uses them to create new corpses), because it's so obsessed with nagito and chiaki and concentrates all the tropes into them. v3 was even worse in the tropes department, but it had a reason at least; it was creating a feeling of going through the motions while raising the stakes deliberately for its ending twist and its message.

but when it comes to the larger fandom, learning why narrative decisions were made is second fiddle to just taking them at face value and using the fact you know they exist to sound smart and well read. and as a result, fangans take these rigid tropes and make 0 changes to them, which results in a lot of them feeling really stale. characters are treated generally as just tools to push the plot along. so like. if you're writing a fangan, seriously, spread out the roles among the cast and have them do different things to different situations. otherwise you might as well just copy-paste the same trial 5 times with find and replace done on the names, it'd be less work and mean about as much.

eg. if you're making a fangan about, say, skullgirls, cerebella shouldn't react the exact same way to the death of beowulf vs. the death of ms fortune, and she probably wouldn't react the same way during a trial either. in beowulf's trial, maybe she's trying her absolute best to seek out the murderer since she's a huge fan of him and has helpful info regarding the case, but during ms. fortune's, maybe black dahlia is the killer and cerebella is keeping info she knows on the hush-hush since a. ms fortune took the life gem from vitale's dad, and b. she feels obligated to save his mom over herself, showing that she's (what the skullheart sees as) pure of heart, even if who she's trying to save is about as pure as dehydrated piss.

this went off the rails quick but i wanted an opportunity to talk about this issue and what could be done better in a ton of fangans. but keep in mind there's no 'easy' fix for any aspect of writing. it's fucking hard and if you're looking for easy shortcuts to good writing, it'll always wind up being terrible.