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Attack on Titan finale episode conclusion: women be loving toxic ass men

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I absolutely love your stories they’re so amazing! Can I please request the task force and pranking them by telling them a guy did your Brazilian wax

Thank you! I can't take all the credit. I might be the writer, but the Imagines Series couldn't be what it is without all the amazing ideas people have submitted. I'm honestly blown away by the amount of creativity and ideas sent my way. My inbox is full of wonderful requests, and while it's going to take me a bit to get to them all, I'm eager to complete them!

The amount of prank requests I've been getting has been so fun. Not just this one, but telling mom to shut up, and the premium air prank, etc. All of these make me giggle and have been a blast to work on. Thank you so much for sending this in!

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, established relationship, pranks, non-descriptive nudity

Word Count: 800

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John Price

John briefly licks the pad of his thumb before counting out the appropriate amount of pound notes.

“This enough?” he asks, presenting it to you.

It’s more than enough. “Plenty. Thank you, John.”

He leans forward a bit, and you eagerly greet him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Drawing back, you give him your best smile. But beneath the grin is a trick.

You want to mess with him a bit.

“I have a new waxer,” you shrug, adding the cash to your wallet. “Cheryl put in her notice.”

Cheryl did not put in her notice. That woman probably won’t retire until she dies.

John inclines his head, already turning away. “That’s too bad. You liked her.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, grabbing your purse. “They’ve put me with someone new. A Mark? Mike? No—Marcus? I think.”

John freezes. He slowly turns back, cheeks bright red. “What?”

“It starts with an ‘m’,” you muse.

“Your new waxer is a man?”

“Yes,” you shrug. “And?” John’s face resembles a beet. “Everything good?”

“Where does Cherly work now?”

“John—”

He grabs his phone from his pocket and starts tapping away at it. "I want to know if she accepts walk-ins."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle's hand slowly runs over your newly waxed skin. "Look at you. So soft and smooth." His touch makes you shiver.

"You paid for it," you murmur.

"I did," smiles Kyle, head dipping.

His tongue makes contact, and you release a moan. It’s slightly distracting, but not enough to detract from you poking at him.

“Had a new waxer,” you sigh as Kyle goes in for another taste.

“Did you?” he asks absently, more interested in your new smoothness.

“A man, actually. Undergoing training. There were two of them in the room.”

Kyle's head snaps up. "What?"

"Why'd you stop?" you whimper.

"There were two men that waxed you?"

“No, Kyle. Just one.”

A series of emotions pass over Kyle's face. His mouth opens. Closes. And then his hand forms a fist, fingers flexing and relaxing as he mulls over something.

"Everything okay?" you ask, suddenly worried.

“Can’t be that hard.” Kyle pushes away from the couch and reaches for his phone. “Or expensive.”

“What can’t? Kyle. What are you talking about?”

You lean forward and see him adding a waxing kit to his online shopping cart.

“No,” you say firmly. “You’re not putting hot wax anywhere near my vagina.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

"Oh, what's this?"

Johnny's hands are on your thighs and then beneath your skirt in a moment.

"Johnny!"

"Is this for me? You don't have to. You know I like a good adventure through the woods."

"Johnny!" you say again, slapping his arm playfully as his fingers lightly squeeze, making your squirm in his grasp.

"Was this on my dime?" he asks.

"Maybe."

"Oh, aye. Am I gonna find an unknown charge?"

"With a tip. A large tip. My waxer deserved it. He did a good job."

"Oh, they—he?"

"Yes. That a problem?"

Johnny's hands don't retreat but he's staring at you—hard. You arch an eyebrow and he finally speaks. "Your waxer is a man?"

No.

"Yes."

Johnny nods and then he leans in, lowering his voice. “You’re taking the piss.”

“I’m—”

“I saw your location. I checked it out. They don’t have a single male employee in that place.”

Your face grows hot.

Johnny’s hands squeeze a bit harder, and then he lands a brief smack against the curve of your ass. “Lying to me, love?” Johnny tsks. He palms the curve of your ass where it stings. “Suppose I should punish you.”

“Maybe you should.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You reject the call and clutch your phone to your chest. You've messed up. Royally. Pranking Simon is always a terrible idea.

The texts were just a tease. Just a way to push Simon’s buttons.

I have a new waxer.

I thought it would be one of the other ladies.

But no!

It was a guy!

Your phone buzzes again and you nearly throw it across the room. It’s Simon. You decline the call. Everything is quiet for a few brief seconds before a text message from him comes through.

Answer your phone.

You click out a reply.

I'm in the car!

His reply comes instantly.

You're at home. I know your location.

Another incoming call. This one you answer.

"Simon,” you say flatly.

"What location did you go to?" he asks, voice rough with tension.

"Why?" you counter.

"What's his name?" he snaps.

"I know what you're doing, Simon.”

You always forget just how deep his possessive streak goes.

Silence. Then, "I just want to talk."

"Simon.”

He growls your name in warning.

"You don't need to go there. Just...come home. You can see the results for yourself."

He sighs. "I'll be there in ten. Be ready for me."

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Covering the Classics Part 7 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Just when Anna starts to feel settled, a simple cookout at her friend's house turns everything upside down. Her jealousy shines through, and there's nothing she can do to try to take it back.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, masturbation, eventually 18+

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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Things with Bob felt like they shifted back to normal again, and Anna was thankful for that. Every book she let him borrow was returned with a note folded up inside. Some of them were short and simple. When he handed back Love Letters of Great Men, the note simply said The dog eared pages are going to make me cry. But some of them were longer and more elaborate.

She was running a little late to meet him at the usual coffee shop, worried he would already be there. He seemed to end up paying for her drink every single time, which was honestly really sweet of him, but she felt like such a nuisance. When she walked inside, he was there, at a table with two steaming mugs in front of him and his nose buried in a book. In one of Anna's books. In her copy of Wuthering Heights.

Her whole body felt too warm as she thought about how much she would love to have Bob read every single one of the hundreds of books she owned. Maybe even read some parts out loud in that deep, soothing voice. She would love to hear his take on each plot and watch him blush as he called her the expert and asked for her opinions. She would love to take the book from his hands and pull him down into bed with her.

But she couldn't do that. They were just friends. So instead, she dropped down into the empty seat across from him and said, "Hi, Bob," with a smile she hoped wasn't as sad as she felt.

"Anna." Her name sounded like golden perfection when he said it, and she shivered. "This book... I can't stop reading it. I read it twice already," he said with a little laugh. "How in the world do you always know exactly what I'm going to like?"

Because she felt undeniably drawn to him and his preferences and everything about him.

"Because I'm a professional."

He laughed a little more as his pretty lake-blue eyes followed her cup as she brought it up to her lips. When the ceramic touched her, he looked away as his cheeks grew pink. He pushed the book across the table, and when she reached for it, he said, "Uh, just read that note later, okay?"

When she saw the edge of white paper sticking out from the worn pages, she said, "Sure, Bob."

He cleared his throat a little awkwardly. "Did you hear about the change of venue for tomorrow?"

Anna ducked her head. "Yeah, the girls told me about it at lunch yesterday. A cookout? Bradley wants to show off his new grill?"

Bob nodded and said, "Could be a nice change from the Hard Deck for once."

While he wasn't wrong, Anna hated that she still barely had enough money to make ends meet. San Diego was expensive, and when she asked Advanced Calculus what she could bring with her to their house to contribute to the meal, her friend said to bring hot dog and hamburger buns. Anna was already trying to figure out how to scrape together the ten dollars that would be required when Jessica said she already bought some along with chips and pretzels. When she didn't quite meet Anna's eyes, she knew for a fact that Jessica had figured her out.

"Yeah. I suppose," Anna told Bob. But at least at the Hard Deck, Penny didn't usually even charge her for the three dollar ginger ales. And if she did, one of the guys just put it on their tab like it was nothing. When she showed up empty handed to the cookout, she was going to feel awful that Jessica had covered for her. 

"You want another coffee?" Bob asked, standing with his own mug, but Anna shook her head. She couldn't let him pay for another thing. Perhaps deleting multi millionaire Dev Borah's phone number wasn't her best move. Not that she would ever take advantage of someone for their money. Not after what Kevin did to her.

"No. But thank you. I actually can't stay very long today."

Bob nodded before saying, "No worries. I have dinner plans with Suzanne before Mickey picks me up for D&D anyway."

And there it was once again. The reminder that Bob didn't think about that kiss nearly as much as she did. "I hope you have a great time."

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It was late on Saturday night, and he should have been in bed, but Bob had his computer out. He reasoned that he could sleep in as late as he wanted tomorrow before heading to pick up the burgers Bradley asked him to bring for the cookout. He could stay up as long as it took for him to finish this poem and finally post it on PoetsAmongUs after looking at it for weeks.

If anyone knew he was writing about Anna, he would probably die on the spot. But nobody in his life knew he wrote anything in his free time, let alone the fact that he wrote poetry. And this poem was getting close to needing a 'mature' label if he was going to post it online.

"What are you doing?" he asked himself softly. Somehow he believed that writing about her specifically would cleanse him of these thoughts, but now he knew he was wrong. He proofread and posted his poem anyway while his skin prickled with need. He'd never experienced the kind of love his friends had, and in spite of all of her hesitations, he could imagine it happening with Anna. If anything, he liked that she seemed cautious and contemplative, he just wished she wasn't still that way toward him. 

She made him want to keep leaving her notes in the books he borrowed from her, but she also made him feel like an idiot for wanting to do that. It was maddening. He needed to sleep, but he was too warm, imagining Anna once again in place of his faceless lover while he touched himself. He almost couldn't wait until the day when someone else would take her place in his mind, even if it meant settling.

The next day, he drove his old pickup toward the coast with the burgers and a six pack of ginger ale in tow. The Spanish revival style house that Bradley purchased before he and his wife made things official again was cute with desert landscaping, but she was the one who really made it a home. There was art hanging on the walls in every room, including a panoramic watercolor of the scenery of Virginia. The front bedroom had been turned into her home office, and for some reason, she had Bradley's fraternity paddle hanging in there. The house seemed more lived in now, and Bob knew Bradley was much happier for it.

"Hey, thanks man," Bradley told him, taking the bag of burgers when he got there. He was wearing his hideous Grateful Dead shirt and holding two cans of beer on one hand, but he still managed to give Bob a quick hug. "Sugar's out back, setting up some snacks and just generally looking hot. You want a beer?"

Bob held up the ginger ales in response and said, "Thanks, but I'll just have one of these for now." The last thing he wanted was a hangover like he had after their New Year's Eve party.

"Hi!" Jessica said as she and Jake walked inside, and she made a beeline right for Bob. "Have you given any more thought to how I should paint my barbarian?"

He just smiled as she started to push him through the kitchen toward the back door. "We just played yesterday. I didn't know you'd still be in the mood to talk about your ridiculous D&D character."

"Please," she practically whined. "You know how sensitive my barbarian is."

Bob snorted; truly he never would have expected he and she would have had so much in common, but even Jessica couldn't keep his attention once he saw who Bradley's wife was talking to. Anna had some freckles on her thighs. Her cutoff denim shorts went high enough up her legs that he was treated to the sight of freckles everywhere. And that wasn't all. Not even close. The deep "V" of her shirt revealed that there was a pretty good chance the freckles even trailed down inside her bra.

He wasn't going to survive the cookout if he had to look at her all afternoon. Her red hair was clipped up on top of her head with some sort of claw-shaped thing, and her skin was just everywhere. Her neck and her legs and the swell of her breasts. Her fingernails were burgundy again, just like the first day he saw her. She hadn't even noticed him yet, which was terrible, because if she had, he would have looked away by now. Instead he was given ample opportunity to memorize the way her legs looked as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, shuffling her beat up sneakers a bit along the patio.

"Oh," Jessica whispered, squeezing his bicep gently when he stopped responding to her. "Yeah, that'll do it." Her tone sounded slightly sympathetic, and it made Bob so self conscious. "Let's go say hi."

He shook his head jerkily and muttered, "In a second." Anna was currently laughing, head thrown back in delight, and Bob got the briefest peek at the strip of skin above her shorts and her bellybutton, and his brain actually stopped functioning. When she tipped her head forward again, an overjoyed smile still on her lips, she met his gaze. His brain jump started again as her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and he took a step in her direction before he could reconsider.

"Hey, Bob." She sounded a little breathless as she said his name while Bradley's wife smirked at the two of them. But he and Anna were just friends, and he needed to remember that.

"Anna," he replied softly, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets. His palms were sweaty, and he knew he was blushing. He'd never make it out of here alive. Not when she was looking at him like that. 

She smiled and said, "I came up with a few, slightly more obscure book recommendations for you. I was thinking maybe we could go back to the bookstore and look for some of them that I don't currently own? I might be fun to-"

Bob was already about to agree with whatever she said, because it sounded exactly perfect to him, then he heard someone screeching his name.

"Bob!" There was a brunette flash streaking across the small backyard, and then Natasha Trace was in his arms. She was giggling next to his ear where she kissed his cheek three times in a row, knocking his glasses askew.

"I didn't know you were coming home today," he said in surprise.

"I didn't tell anyone except Bradley. Did I surprise you?" she asked.

"That's an understatement, Nat," he replied, hugging her tighter when she refused to let go. "I missed you."

Her familiar laughter was comforting as she said, "You have no idea how much I hate flying with anyone other than you." When she finally started to pull away from him, she added, "Now we can pick up where we left off before my deployment."

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Anna couldn't believe how incredible her friend's house was. It was huge and beautiful, and she had a yard. A yard! In California! There was colorful art on the walls, which appeared to be a collection of things that she and Bradley enjoyed. Her office was something Anna could only dream about, and the kitchen was bigger than her whole apartment.

After a tour of the interior, she stood on the patio in the autumn sunlight in a pair of shorts, something she would have never been able to do in New Jersey. Every day seemed to get better than the last, assuming she could keep the intrusive thoughts about Kevin away. And also assuming she could figure out what she was supposed to do about Bob and the growing collection of feelings she seemed to have for him.

"You have to hear what happened in my Differential Equations lecture on Friday afternoon," her friend was saying as they stood near the new grill that would soon be the centerpiece of the afternoon. "You won't even believe it."

Anna listened for a minute to the wild story, bursting into laughter when she learned how her friend thought she was going to have to call the fire department while she was teaching. Then she saw him. Bob was here with his tidy hair and his adorable glasses and his big hands, and like always her brain filled up with the beautiful poetry she loved so much. Somehow it seemed to go together with him. Those stunning words matched the way he made her feel.

She had to bite her lip in an attempt to calm herself down. "Hey, Bob," she managed to say as his cheeks flushed pink.

"Anna."

Oh, she was a mess. She thought about him way too frequently, even taking the time to compile the titles of some books she had read and loved, convincing herself he might like some of them too. "I came up with a few, slightly more obscure book recommendations for you. I was thinking maybe we could go back to the bookstore and look for some of them that I don't currently own? I might be fun to-"

But she stopped mid sentence when she heard some excited chatter behind Bob, and then a woman came running out through the back door. A beautiful woman. Calling his name. Jumping into his arms. Anna was treated to the sight of the woman's lips brushing against Bob's cheek while he held onto her like he was just reunited with the only person he ever cared about. She had to watch as this other woman ran her fingers gently along his skin in exactly the way Anna fantasized about. And when she looked around, nobody seemed concerned by this turn of events, rather they all acted like it was perfectly normal that Bob and this woman were whispering intimately to each other.

Then Anna heard her say, "Now we can pick up where we left off before my deployment."

Oh. Well. There was a sour taste in her mouth as she took a step backwards as the rest of the group greeted this mystery woman. Anna was going to have to have words with Advanced Calculus and Advanced Physics after this. Maybe they tried to set her up with Bob, because they didn't like this other woman? That idea vaporized as soon as she saw Jessica embrace her with a bright smile on her face.

Anna felt like her chest was growing tighter by the second, and then Jessica started to pull the pretty brunette toward her. "You have to come meet the newest faculty member from the English department! Dr. Anna Webber."

The woman looked her up and down with dark, appraising eyes and a little smirk set firmly on her lips. Then she stuck out her right hand and said, "I'm Natasha Trace."

The last thing Anna wanted to do right now was shake hands, but Jessica was looking at her with concern, probably wondering why she was just standing there. "It's a pleasure," Anna said with as much conviction as she could muster, shaking hands as briefly as she could.

"You teach at San Diego State too?" Natasha asked as her smirk bloomed into a bigger smile. When Anna nodded, she laughed and added, "What the hell do they put in the water at that school?"

Jessica was beaming now as she said, "Anna gives book recommendations to Bob all the time."

"Really? Is that so?" Natasha asked, still eyeing Anna like a predator would their prey, when Bob appeared with two cans of ginger ale. He gave one to Natasha and then tried to hand the other one to Anna as Natasha said, "I actually read a phenomenal book last month, Bob. I'll write down the title for you."

He kind of smiled, still holding out the other can toward Anna who felt like she was on the verge of screaming. "No. Thank you," she told him, taking a few steps away as she clocked the hurt expression on his face. "I don't want any."

The uncomfortable feeling was overtaking Anna's whole body now when Natasha leaned a little closer to Bob and softly muttered, "Let me guess... you have a little crush? This happened in my absence?"

Anna turned and went inside, searching for the bathroom she'd seen on the house tour. That woman was mocking her. Anna didn't want to hear any more of that conversation, because it was making her skin crawl. And worse still, she was finally able to identify this feeling as she closed and locked the door and leaned on the sink vanity.

Jealousy. 

She was more jealous of this petite brunette who seemed to think Bob's personal space was hers for the taking than she ever was about Kevin and Alyssa. She was beside herself at the idea of another woman giving Bob book recommendations and making fun of his stupid little crush on her.

This was exactly why she should have never let herself have feelings. When she looked in the mirror, she saw tears in her eyes. "Shit," she whispered. She didn't have a car, so she couldn't just discreetly leave. Plus she'd been looking forward to eating something other than one of her sad sandwiches for days.

The jealousy gave way to anger as she wiped her eyes with a tissue and dropped it in the trash can. Her new friends invited her here, and she was going to stay. She wasn't going to let her feelings for Bob Floyd dictate her mood or what she felt she was allowed to do. She wasn't going to let another man run her life like that ever again.

With her head held high, she walked back outside, making it a point to avoid Bob and Natasha at all costs. She willingly had a thirty minute conversation with Jake and Mickey about the Marvel Cinematic Universe as an excuse to keep her distance. Then she and Bradley discussed the extensive musical catalogue of the Grateful Dead while she slowly sipped a beer to try to take the edge off. Then he turned on the grill, and the smell of food cooking had her excited enough that it was becoming easier and easier to ignore Bob.

When she accidentally looked his way, he was already eyeing her with a confused expression. She could pretend all day long that she didn't care what he thought and that she wasn't jealous at all. She could be so stubborn about this. At least all they had between them was that one awkward, fumbled kiss in his truck. It wasn't like she'd slept with him before he ditched her for the much better looking Natasha.

She was still doing a fine job of ignoring both of them when Bradley announced that dinner was ready. Anna took a plate of food and scooted all the way to the end of the rectangular patio table, snagging the spot across from Jessica. She was willing to talk about anything right now, even her friend's physics curriculum that she could barely comprehend, but then Bob was right next to her.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked cautiously, setting his plate next to hers. Anna just shrugged, and then she was enveloped in his clean scent as he eased himself down in the seat with his knee hitting her thigh. She quickly crossed her legs before scooting her chair a few inches to the side away from his. "Are you okay?"

Anna almost laughed as Natasha found a spot on the other side of the table. "I'm just fine," she said before taking a huge bite of her burger and avoiding looking at either of them.

"Right," Bob whispered, frowning down toward his plate as she gave him side eye. "I just... feel like I did something to upset you."

Anna shook her head, and when she was done chewing the delicious food, she said, "Not at all. You're free to make the decisions you want to make. And I'm free to keep my books to myself since you've got other ones now."

Bob looked at her and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" 

But Anna was well on her way to starting a conversation with Jessica that could probably last for hours. She ignored him as she asked, "Hey, Jess, what's up with that physics professor who just started wearing a toupee?"

"Dr. Leeland!" she screeched before launching into an animated conversation on the topic of her colleague's hair piece just as expected.

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Bob was so confused. He had been about to jump at the chance to hang out at the bookstore in North Park with Anna when Natasha arrived. At that point, he honestly thought this was going to be the best day he'd had in a while. Anna seemed happy to see him, and one of his best friends was finally home from deployment. But as soon as that thought entered his mind, Anna started acting like she wanted nothing to do with him. So much so that she asked Jess about some guy's fake hair? Bob sat there and listened to the conversation while he ate, trying to interject, but Anna just wasn't having it. She had even rejected his ginger ale.

What the hell did he do wrong? All he wanted to do was talk to her about books and look at her freckles. She was sitting right next to him, but he may as well have been on Jupiter with the way she seemed convinced that he wasn't even there at all.

As everyone started to finish eating, Bob washed his food down with the rest of his ginger ale. Maybe he should just head home early. He'd be spending all week at work with Nat, so it wasn't like he was going to miss out on much there. And being around Anna when she wasn't even looking at him made him feel like an idiot for secretly writing poems about her. He sat at the table alone for an extra minute with his head cradled in his hands, then he took his trash inside the house.

Of course Anna was the only other person in the kitchen, helpfully washing the grilling utensils and other things Bradley left in the sink. She glanced his way briefly before continuing with her task, and Bob headed for the trash can. He had the perfect view of the freckles on the backs of her thighs, but he didn't feel like he should be looking now. He stood quietly for a few seconds before deciding that he'd give this one last try before heading out.

"Anna," he said just loud enough that he knew she could hear him over the running water. "Can we talk? I just feel like I did something to upset you? When you started to invite me to the bookstore, I was going to say yes. Obviously I'd love to go with-"

She looked at him over her shoulder, and he went silent at her glare. "Why don't you just go with Natasha instead?"

His brow furrowed in confusion. "That's not the kind of thing she and I usually do together."

"Oh?" she asked, her voice dripping with something that made Bob's skin tingle with goosebumps. "Does she usually recommend books while you're out to dinner? Or do you take her to see her favorite movies?" 

She turned off the water and faced him without bothering to dry her hands. His lips parted as he watched the furious looking blush that crept along her chest, up her neck, and to her cheeks. 

"I don't really do those things with her either," he said slowly, trying to puzzle his way through this. She sounded almost jealous of Nat, but that couldn't be. That didn't make any sense at all. Anna made it clear she didn't want to be with him.

"Well, you're free to do whatever you want, Bob," she said with a shrug, chin held high. "This is why we're just friends. You've already got plenty of women to choose from, like Suzanne and Natasha, and I'm not about to get caught up in another attractive man who seems too good to be true."

She started to duck past him, but Bob blocked her path. "Whoa, whoa! No, you've got it all wrong." She doubled back the other way, but he stepped to the side until she bumped into him. "Suzanne is my elderly neighbor. And Natasha and I are friends," he said quickly, and he was rewarded with Anna's brown eyes snapping up to meet his. "I've known her for years. She's the pilot I usually fly with."

Anna took one stumbling step backwards toward the sink. Her teeth sank into her lip like earlier before she whispered, "Oh." She swallowed hard, drawing Bob's gaze back to the freckles on her neck as her blush grew deeper. "So you're not... into her?"

His voice sounded deep even to his own ears as he promised, "Not even slightly. Not like I'm into you."

The kitchen went so silent that Bob could hear laughter filtering from the patio through the open door, and Anna's expression softened as she took a tiny step forward. Then another one. Then one more before she was launching herself into his arms. Bob could feel her damp hands in his hair as their lips met, and it was nothing like the way they kissed in his truck. She wasn't tentative, and he didn't pull away as she kissed him harder. This time her body was pressed to his, and she moaned softly when he let his hands settle on her hips.

Anna coaxed him impossibly closer with her fingers in his hair and on the back of his neck, and soon he had her pinned against the edge of the counter. He could feel denim rubbing against denim as she parted her lips and wiggled slowly against him. When Bob swiped his tongue along her bottom lip, Anna let him taste her before her lips drifted along to his neck.

"Fuck," he grunted, squeezing her hips in his hands as his index finger met the soft skin of her lower back. She was sucking gently on the spot just to the left of his Adam's apple, and there was no way she couldn't feel how hard he was getting for her right now.

Those burgundy fingernails were scraping gently along his scalp as he rolled his hips one time against her body. When Anna licked his neck, he forced himself to ask the question that was fluttering around the peripheral of his aroused brain. "Are you going to tell me this is another mistake? Like that night in my truck?"

Anna pulled her lips away from his pulse point long enough to whisper, "It wasn't even a mistake last time. I just couldn't help myself."

Then Bob kissed her lips until she was clinging to him with her back arched against the counter and her hips held tightly in his hands. When he could tell someone was coming inside, he pulled himself away, panting as she tried to chase him for more. He could see the questioning look on her face as he stepped aside just before Mickey and Jake walked inside, arguing about who ate the last hot dog.

Anna turned back toward the sink as she blushed, and Bob was aching to kiss her again. Dying to confirm that she wasn't going to write him off again. He cleared his throat and asked, "Will you let me drive you home later?"

Bob heard her soft laugh and whispered, "Yes." Then with a smile, he took the last can of ginger ale from the refrigerator and set it on the counter next to her. She looked up at him, eyes filled with need as he excused himself back out to the patio where he started to count down the minutes until he could suggest it was late enough to leave.

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Anna, you are living the dream, baby! Let him love you the way he wants to! And once again, in Natasha we trust. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[shoyostar]

POWER OUTAGE .ᐟ

── TETSURŌ KUROO ┊ HAIKYUU!!

raining in japan m.list // haikyuu!! masterlist.

premise. thunderstorms scare you greatly. but thanks to your cute neighbour, you know you’ll be okay after all.

content. tetsurou kuroo / f!reader. fluff. reader is a scared of storms, mainly thunder. power outage. set ambiguously post highschool / university. neighbours to lovers.

word count. 3.1k

soundtrack. show me how : men i trust.

¹new message from jia ෆ hi i’m not dead yes i do still write !! @tetzoro @tetsuskei i hope i did your man justice ^_^

03:24

You barely manage to catch the flickering lights of your dining room’s lamp glitch out repeatedly from the corner of your eye, the lights inside your dingy apartment appearing to go haywire as constant streams of raindrops pound against the glass of your windows.

With each passing second they seem to multiply tenfold of the previous, their impact upon crashing into each other sometimes merging with one another in sync to form a continuous stream of running water trickling down the brick walls of your complex instead of the constant buzz of millions of tiny water droplets.

The soft glow from your lamp dims momentarily before coming to a complete halt. Your hopes are quickly dashed when you see it attempt to start back up again before going dead, and after a few seconds of the darkness swallowing your apartment whole a begrudging sigh escapes your lips as you close your textbook.

“Ah, damn it . . . not again . . .”

You slowly stand up from your seat at the dining table, cautiously pushing your chair back just a little as to not hit the rest of your furniture and carefully maneuvering your way through the dark of your living room.

“Where the hell did I put that flashlight . . . ?”

You really should’ve thought to charge your phone and powerbank ahead of time when you heard a thunderstorm was making it’s way to your city on the news earlier. Now with a dead cellphone battery and empty powerbank you’re left to fend for yourself amist the unknown layout of your apartment without a light source.

Scuffling around in the dark, you take a step forward, miscalculating how much distance there is infront of you as you find yourself accidentally ramming your shin against the side of your unusually hard bookshelf, sending you reeling in agonizing pain stomach first and flopping right onto your couch.

Ouch.

Your teeth grind against each other as you hold your shin, wincing while rocking slightly in an attempt to alleviate the pain. “God, that did not sound good . . .” You can’t see through the near pitch black lowlight of your apartment, but you’re almost certain a nasty bruise may have begun to form on your skin from that.

A few more minutes of stumbling finally merits you to where you had originally intended to end up in the first place— the supply closet. Feeling around for the door’s surface your hand manages to find it’s grip onto the smooth metal handle, twisting it open and carefully reaching out into the darkness.

“It should be on the second shelf . . . or was it the third? Fuck, I really can’t see anything right now . . .”

Your fingers brush up against the elastic wrist tie of the flashlight (it was on the third shelf after all, go figure) and you impatiently snatch it from off the pile of other assorted junk you’ve haphazardly thrown in there throughout the years.

All you hear is a soft click as you turn on the device before your eyes are bombarded by a bright flash, the sudden overload causing you to stumble back a bit, blinking repeatedly to soothe the burn in the back of your retinas.

Maybe it’s not the best idea to hold a flashlight so close to your face while it’s aiming (or pointed) directly into your eyes.

Using your newly gained lightsource you make your way to the fuse box in your kitchen, now being able to easily navigate your way through the dark you give yourself a moment to stop and glare at the corner of your bookshelf that you’d run into earlier, “Asshole.”

Opening the fuse box, you shine the light onto the many circuits housed within, eyes trailing down and scanning each one for the labels of what light they control. You experimentally switch the one for the living room on, glancing outside of your kitchen into the hall to check, only to be met with disappointment as you see the nothingness of the night staring right back at you.

Just as a confirmation (and because you’re stubborn), you switch a couple more of the circuits on and off repeatedly, disappointment mares your features when they yield no results. “No power at all . . .”

A deep crackle of thunder booms from the sky outside, startling you as you nearly drop the flashlight in your hands if not for the wrist tie securing it. A few seconds of heaving and checking outside your kitchen’s windows— only to see more rain than you could ever possibly need in three lifetimes —causes you to ease up a little. You feel a chill run down your bare arms though, the short sleeves and pajama shorts you chose to wear tonight not doing much with the raging wind howling just outside your apartment.

The sudden sounds of gentle knocking at your door cuts through the silence of your empty apartment, the hairs on your back shooting straight up in surprise. You cautiously make your way over to the door, uneasy as your hands hesitate to lay on the knob. Who else could be up at this late hour?

Your eyes squint through the tiny peephole of your door, zoning in on a familiar head of messy black hair, donned in a worn out old highschool volleyball hoodie. With noticeable bags underneath his eyes matching your own, you can tell he’s been staying up as late as you have.

You can’t quite see much or well for that matter through the tiny peephole’s space, but he patiently waits outside with an uneasy look on his face, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket and pacing around anxiously on the small space on your door mat.

With your heart rate spiking back down to normal levels, you slowly open the door to him. He jumps back a little when he sees you in front of him, as if he wasn’t expecting you to actually be awake. You give him a polite smile.

“Hey, Kuroo.”

He chuckles a little, bringing his hands out of his pockets. You notice the pearly whites of his canines poking out from his lips when he grins. It suits him well. “You know it’s okay to just call me Tetsurou.”

“Right, right. My bad.”

“‘You doing alright?” He asks you worriedly, craning his head aside to check the dark of your apartment. “Heard the entire building’s power just got wiped by the storm. ‘Was told it won’t be back for another few hours.”

Of course it won’t be back for awhile, the electricians can’t really do much while the thunderstorm rages outside. You doubt anyone in the building who was asleep by now would even notice there had been a power outage tonight, most people aren’t awake at the acceptable hours of 3AM working on their overly procrastinated capstone assignment anyways to even care about the torrential rain pouring outside their windows.

“Can I come inside?” Tetsurou asks before stopping himself, backtracking hurriedly while making funny hand gestures. What was that sign he just made? It might’ve meant Apple in JSL. “I mean, if it’s okay with you. I know it’s late and all, and that you probably want to sleep but I—“

You cut him off with a giggle of your own, “Tetsurou,” his cheeks dust a light shade of pink in the darkness. Your laughter. It sounds like bells to him, akin to the raindrops that hit your windows with a light tinkle each time they fall from the clouds above. Wind chimes in the raging storm that falls around you two and lighting crackles behind him, illuminating your bright face for him.

“I don’t mind, you can come inside. You must be cold standing out here, I know I am and I’m just in the doorway.” You take him by the hand, his skin’s cold just as you expected from the frigid air as you guide him into your apartment.

He stumbles a bit through the front door “H— hey!” trying to remove his shoes by the entrance and lay them by the door mat, bringing with him two large blankets tucked under his arms you hadn’t noticed him carrying in the darkness.

Tetsurou’s eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, squinting and zoning in on the little stack of books piled up at your desk, the flashlight you were using placed just beside an open notebook. “You’re still trying to work on that assignment?” He asks, setting the blankets down on a chair as you slide into your own, clicking the flashlight on and shining it down on your pages.

“Yeah, it’s due soon.”

“There’s a storm outside.” He comments on matter of factly, chin folded into the crook of his hands as he leans on the backside of the chair. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the obviousness of the situation.

“And?”

“Just, come here.” You feel his hand reach out into the darkness, standing you up from the table with mild disagreement from you, “Relax with me a little, let’s go sit on your couch together. I brought blankets for a reason.”

“I can use one while working at the dinner table.”

The frown that tugs at Tetsurou’s lips is barely noticeable in the dark, but he whines audibly. “That sounds uncomfortable, though.”

“It’s fine.”

“Isn’t it better to huddle together for warmth?” He suggests playfully, “Y’know, no power n’ heat.”

You think his compromise over for a moment, and he senses the hesitation brewing inside your mind. “I promise it’ll be good.” Lighting flashes outside your window for a split second, followed by the loud seismic boom of thunder that causes you to flinch in his hold. Instinctively he jumps, pulling you into a hug as your heavy breathing fills the silence of your apartment. Seconds tick by on the clock hanging on your wall, as it seems like the heartbeats of both you and Tetsurou meld into one beat.

“Are you . . .” Tetsurou looks out the window for a moment, his voice drawls on low and quiet even though the only two people here are you and him, as if he’s about to ask something he shouldn’t. “Are you scared of thunder?”

“. . . No.”

“That sounds like a yes to me.”

“I’m an adult,” You huff, trying to break out of his hold and back to your pile of due papers, “I don’t get scared by thunder like a little kid.” Tetsurou barely catches the “anymore” you mutter underneath your breath. His hold on you not only tightens but he drags you to the couch, much to your protests and complaints.

“You’re not a very good liar,” he grins, plopping you down beside him before reaching over you to drape a thick blanket over your shivering body, were you always this cold? You try to move your hands to lift the blanket off, to stand up but it’s heavy. It traps your arms underneath it, feeling like he condemned you to the couch.

“Is this blanket weighted?” You ask and he hums, draping the other one he bought over himself with a relaxed sigh. “Yeah, I’ve found they’re really good for rainy nights.” You can’t deny that now that you’ve gotten a taste, having this is almost like having a barrier from the cold rain and air outside, and you’re already warmer than you were just a few moments ago.

You wrap it tighter around your body, the fabric smells like him. “Thanks, Tetsurou.” Another crackle of lighting blasts inside your living room through the window, peeking through the gap of your curtains as thunder follows closely in suit. It’s louder this time, and seemed to be a lot closer to your apartment than the others. Your hands slam over the cups of your ears to shield them from the thunderous booms, they feel weighed down by the heavy blanket as you bury your head into the thick material, closing them as like an extra precaution from the storm outside.

You don’t even realize you’re shaking until you feel a hand smooth over you back. Tetsurou’s.

You can barely make out his voice with your hands blocking your hearing, “Are you okay?” It’s muffled and quiet, and his hand rubs soothing circles into your back as you barely manage to move your head to a nod. More thunder comes and Tetsurou’s eyesbrows knit together as you frantically switch to shaking your head no, feeling it drop further into the blanket in shame. Your heart in sync as the storm outside won’t stop taunting you.

The small raindrops that crash against your window feel like they’re right up against your ears, the bright lighting that races across the sky’s edge stings your eyes to look at it, even if you shut them as tight as can be. And that god awful thunder, the thunder that makes you feel like your dingy apartment might crumble underneath it’s roar, crashing to the floors below as the trees outside cave in on you from above.

“This is so embarrassing . . .” Tetsurou hears you mutter as you lift your head to the side to face him, fear is written all over your features and you look like you’re about to cry in the presence of your next-door neighbour. Your voice cracks, and you think you’d prefer if the floor underneath you did fall through after all. “I just really hate storms . . .”

A weak chuckle escapes your lips as you wipe away the tears that prick at your eyes, attempting to lighten up the situation for Tetsurou. You don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable by crying in front of him when you were the one who invited him in, “I guess I really am still a little kid, afraid of thunder and lighting like I’m still four.”

Tetsurou doesn’t laugh at your self deprecating jab, and you feel your stomach drop at the lack of a response. Would you have preferred if he laughed? No, not really— but it felt awkward to have only silence between the two of you in the heat of the moment. His hazel eyes seem to twinkle in the darkness when he blinks, and he wraps an arm around you before pulling you into his chest, you let out an alarmed squeak involuntarily from his actions, and the heartbeat in your chest magnifies to the sound of the thunder that you’re so scared of outside.

His own heartbeat is loud too, now that he has you leaning on his chest like this. The wild thumping and beating, is that from you? You feel stupid for getting excited over that possibility, but as you look up from your spot you catch his eyes, tired and still beautiful as both his arms envelope you in a deep hug. He covers your ears with the palms of his hands, red crawls up the skim of his neck and ears in the darkness.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you quietly, flinching when you snuggle deeper into his chest, the scent of his home shirt being the same as the one on the blanket he brought over but stronger. The smell of clean linen from his laundry detergent sticks to the material of his shirt, and you can’t stop yourself from blurting out “Did you just do the laundry before coming over?”

This time it’s his turn to laugh nervously, “Yeah . . .” his head rests atop yours, taking in the scent of your shampoo. It fills his senses, it’s not overpowering or overwhelming at all.

Maybe because it’s you.

“I didn’t want to smell bad when I came over . . . Is that— is that bad?”

“. . . No,” you decide, a content smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not.”

Suddenly the loud sounds of the storm that had you once afraid and cowering in fear seem to drown out from Tetsurou’s cupped hands over your ears, but you know they’re just as strong now than they were earlier, and perhaps even stronger as the night drags on. But in Tetsurou’s embrace, underneath the blankets he brought from home that smell just like him, wrapped up in his arms and snuggled up against his chest; you think you’ll be okay.

“Stay with me,” you eke out without thinking, and a part of you hopes he didn’t hear because you’re worried you’ll ruin the tranquility of whatever you have now— that this moment is only temporary, all will be over by tomorrow morning when the technicians come to fix the apartment’s power outage at 6AM, and you’ll both go back to treating each other as just neighbours. That you’ll pretend you never snuggled together when you had no power and no heat, and you never said the words you’re about to say to him now. “Please, don’t go . . .”

To your surprise, a soft kiss is pressed to the crown of your forehead as Tetsurou’s wild hair tickles at your skin, the erratic beat of his heart thumping wildly in your eardrums. He looks just as nervous as you do, lips suddenly dry and throat closed up when he tries to speak. After a disgruntled groan, the two of you laugh as once more does lightning flash across the sky, with thunder coming in it’s place moments later, hand in hand as always. Just as you expected.

But this time you’re not scared, not when he next whispers out the words you’ve longed to hear since you were a little kid during these storms, not when he cuddles you closer to his chest and brings his lips close to yours before tilting your chin up and capturing you in the sweetest of kisses, his lips perfectly molding to fit yours as he mutters in between the short breaths of air with a smile that rivals the brightness of the lighting you were so scared to gaze into from outside the windows.

“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

Raindrops continue to fall from outside, thunder and lightning work as a terrifying duo in sync as they torment the nature. But it all seems significantly less scary now. Underneath the onslaught of rain, the continuous lightning and thunder you’ve feared since childhood, the annoying lack of power— you found something able to strike against even the worst of thunderstorms, and something better to indulge your night in than your assignments that lay long forgotten beside your flashlight on the dining table far away from you and Tetsurou on the couch, warm underneath the blankets together bundled up to escape the cold air.

You found Tetsurou Kuroo.

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[archangeldyke-all]

Any thoughts on ….Modern AU sugar mommy Sev seducing a pretty girl 👀 fucking her like she‘s never been fucked before👀if you‘re comfortable obviously 👉🏻👈🏻

soooo many thoughts on this... wow anon... so so so many thoughts.

men and minors dni

let's do virgin!reader for this one because virgins need love too goddammit!

sevika's looking for a girl to spoil.

to put it plainly, she's fucking rich. she's worked for every penny she's earned, and now all she wants to do is save a pretty girl from ever having to get their hands dirty ever again. she just wants someone to dote on, someone to love on, someone to fuck into incoherence.

the first few girls she meets are... fine. but she doesn't click with any of them. she's on the brink of giving up on her hunt entirely when she meets you.

funnily enough, you guys meet when she crashes her car into yours. she was turning left into a parking lot you were exiting, and when she caught sight of you behind your wheel she gets so distracted by your pretty face that she cuts her turn too far and nicks the side of your bumper.

you break down in tears as the two of you pull over to exchange information. you apologize profusely, swearing you don't mean to cry, explaining that you can't afford any more up-charges on your insurance, that you just paid off all your credit card debt and now you were gonna have to dip into the negative again.

sevika's heart breaks. (and her clit throbs a bit.)

she wraps you up in a hug, and assures you she'll take care of it.

you stop crying eventually, and sevika programs her number into your phone.

she asks to meet you later in the week for coffee to discuss the damages, all of which she promises to pay for. you agree, giving her a time you're free.

you're shocked when you show up to the 'cafe' sevika chose, and you're escorted to a table in the back of a classy restaurant, where sevika is waiting in a blazer and button up. she looks... good. you're slightly confused.

you apologize for your appearance, your jeans and t shirt feeling inadequate in a place this classy. sevika calls you cute.

you order a water and sevika glares at you.

"get food." she says. you blink.

"oh-- i can't afford--"

"i'm paying." she says. she stares at you from across the table, like she's waiting for you to challenge her.

"oh. thank you so much." you say.

it's now that you start to suspect that sevika might have ulterior motives with this meeting. you're not at all upset by it.

you and sevika get to know each other over lunch, chatting and laughing and quickly falling into a familiar camaraderie with each other.

when the bill arrives, you're expecting her to ask you out again.

you aren't expecting her to ask you to be her sugar baby.

you choke on your water.

eventually, once you catch your breath and sevika manages to stop laughing, she bluntly explains her terms to you.

"i'm rich. you're not. i like you, and i want to spend more time with you. if you're into that, i'd also like to... provide for you." she says, her eyes are hungry as they stare you down across the table.

"i'm a virgin." you choke out. sevika raises an eyebrow.

"really?" she asks. you roll your eyes.

"no! i mean-- there's nothing wrong with that!" she says, reaching across the table to grab your hand. "you're just so fuckin' pretty i'm surprised no one's... gotten to you yet." she finishes weakly. you laugh. "i'm okay with taking it slow." sevika says. "i'd prefer it that way, actually." she adds. you blink at her. "you can call it off at anyti--"

"yes." you butt in. "sure. let's do it." sevika grins across the table at you.

sevika's version of 'take it slow' and your version of 'take it slow' end up being totally different things.

when you said 'take it slow' you meant waiting until you tust sevika enough to let her be your first. this ends up being at the very beginning of your third date, when sevika shows up at your door with flowers she picked from her neighbor's front yard when she couldn't find any 'pretty enough' in the store for you

when sevika said 'take it slow' she meant she gets off on making you wait, on watching you squirm and paw at her and beg her to fuck you, only for her to kiss you soundly and walk you home.

she makes you wait. six. fucking. months.

she times it down to the day of your six month anniversary. she takes you guys on a weekend getaway, and rents you a luxury room with a beautiful view.

when you arrive, there's champagne waiting on ice and rose petals on the bed.

you don't notice this, of course, because before you can even flick the lightswitch on sevika is pressing against you, her hands groping your flesh as she walks you toward the bed. you spin in her grip to kiss her, moaning against her mouth.

"fuckin' finally." you grunt as you start scrabbling at sevika's shirt. she chuckles, then throws you down on the bed.

"slow, baby, slow." she says above you. you roll your eyes, reaching down to snatch your shirt over your head, revealing the lacy one piece lingerie you were hiding beneath your clothes. at the sight of it, sevika whimpers. you giggle.

"been waiting my entire fuckin' life, we can be a little faster than slow." you demand. sevika nods, hypnotized by your tits, as she starts stripping her own body.

you scramble out of your clothes as sevika runs to her suitcase to pull the strap and lube out.

when she returns to the bed, she takes a moment to simply admire you. then she pries your legs open and dives into your cunt face first.

she inhales deeply against the thin warm wet fabric of your lingerie, whining as she gets a whiff of your arousal. "fuck." she growls out. you moan above her. "tell me to stop and i'll stop." she commands. you nod.

the next thing you know, sevika's warm tongue is pressing against your covered cunt. you whimper above her as she devours you. between your thighs, sevika is moaning and whimpering in response to the way you flinch and whine.

"you're so sensitive." she gasps, her hands coming up to rub on your pussy as she kisses up and down your thighs.

she slides your panties aside, gasping when your cunt is revealed to her. "fuck." she whispers. "oh, baby." you whine above her.

"sevika, please--"

"you want my fingers?" she asks. you nod. sevika sinks a finger into you, and you gasp.

she's deeper than you've ever been able to reach before, filling you better than your fingers ever could with just one of her strong thick fingers. as she slowly begins pumping in and out of you, she gasps.

"you're tight." she whispers. you sputter a laugh between your gentle moans.

"i'm a virgin."

"not anymore" sevika says cockily. you laugh, then gasp when sevika's finger begins rubbing against your g spot. "there?" sevika asks. you're too busy writhing against the sheets to respond.

sevika licks your clit gently as she continues massaging your g spot. with her free hand, she gently guides one of your hands down to her scalp, so you can tangle your fingers in her hair and press her face more firmly against your cunt. she chuckles when your hips start grinding against her tongue, lips and nose.

"i'm gonna--" you choke out. sevika's moans against you, nodding and sucking your clit into her mouth. you cum against her face, gasping and scratching her scalp.

as your cunt flutters, sevika sinks a second finger inside you.

the sudden stretch makes you cum again, just seconds after the first, your cunt pulsing and dripping around sevika's fingers and down her lips.

sevika's humping the bed by your feet, whimpering into your cunt as she licks up your cum.

she continues to fuck you slowly with her two thick fingers as you tug her up by her hair for a kiss. between the smacking sound of your lips meeting, the only sound in the room is the squishy wet sounds coming between your legs.

"i love you." sevika whispers against your lips.

you whimper and gasp, your legs clenching around her hand. "sev!" you choke out. she looks down at you. "get your fuckin' cock in me already." you groan. sevika laughs, pulling away to lube up the strap around her waist. she lines it up with your hole, kissing you repeatedly as she teasingly nudges the tip against your clit.

you have your own toys-- you know what the stretch will feel like. but sevika's cock is big, bigger than you've ever taken, and for a second, anxiety overtakes you.

"baby." sevika's voice rings out above you. you glance up at her. "we don't have to." she says. her assurance is all you need.

you want this. you want sevika. you want her thick cock. you want her to be your first. you know you're safe with her, you know she'll stop if you ask. sevika'll always take care of you. she's-- oh shit-- she's the love of your life. you gasp up at her, tears bubbling in your eyes.

"you okay?" she asks, panicked. you nod repeatedly, reaching up to wrap your hands around her shoulders.

"please sev, please, please, please." you whisper against her ear. "i love you so much i want you so bad you're the only one i want please--" sevika cuts you off with a kiss to your lips, one of her hands snaking between the two of you to line her cock up to your pulsing hole. the tip catches on your rim and you gasp against her lips. she shoves her tongue in your mouth at the same moment that she thrusts the first three inches of her dick inside you.

your back arches off the bed, your fingers scrabbling at sevika's back, your cunt clenching around her cock.

"relax. relax. deep breaths." she whispers in your ear. you gasp, and kick your heel against her ass. "ow, what, you want me to pull out?" she asks.

"more!" you manage to screech. sevika freezes above you, before grinning down at you. she pins your legs to the bed beneath you, watching as she slowly feeds your soaking wet cunt inch after inch of her cock. your abdomen trembles, your thighs shake, and sevika's pupils may as well be heart shaped.

when her hips meet your ass, she grins down at you. "took it all, baby." she whispers, impressed. you're pretty sure you're going to cum if she keeps looking at you like that.

"fuck me." you squeak out. sevika grins.

she starts with small grinding circles, pulling out an inch and sinking back in quickly.

when you start threatening to kill her if she doesn't hurry up, she starts pulling out half way before thrusting back in, the head of her cock brushing against your g spot on every thrust. you begin to tremble beneath her.

"sev i'm gonna--"

"yeah, cum on this cock, baby." she grunts. "'s all yours." she says, her thrusts getting harder, as you begin to clench beneath her.

"sevika--"

"'n this pussy's mine isn't it?" she asks above you. you gasp and nod, reaching down to toy with your clit as sevika's thrusts get harder and harder. "there you go baby. play with that pussy. make yourself cum on this cock, baby, be a good girl and cum on my--"

"sev!" you scream as you cum, squirting around her strap and scrabbling at her back. sevika grins down at you.

"there you go baby, that's a good girl." she coos. you whimper. "you're fuckin' perfect, baby, i love you so much. i'm gonna fuckin' wreck this pussy." she mumbles, drunk on the sight of you and unaware of how nasty she's being. you giggle beneath her. sevika's dirty smirk melts into a loving grin as she swoops down to kiss you. "you're amazing." she says against your lips, her cock still buried inside you. you giggle against her lips.

"i'm so glad you hit my car."

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@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Could you please write soldier boy kissing butcher’s sister while they were out in the woods looking for Mindstorm… 💞

Cat’s Out

masterlist

pairing: soldier boy x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.0k

warnings: language, spoilers for the boys, references to a character’s suicide

pairing note: obviously butcher’s white, but i still wrote the reader non-descriptive - so she could be adopted, up to you <3

author’s note: i got a request!? literally screamed for joy when i got the notif, i’m not even kidding. thank you anon, thank you thank you thank you!!!

Walking for miles in creepy wilderness, surrounded by people hopped up on V was not your ideal afternoon.

“How much fucking farther?” You grumbled, mostly to Billy.

“This is why you should’ve taken the Temp V; Supe strength,” He replied.

“And risk dying a very painful death? No thanks,” You rolled your eyes.

That wasn’t the real reason you didn’t want to take it. You saw how it changed Billy. How he’d been snapping at you and Hughie, the smallest things setting him off. He’d never snap at you before. You were his baby sister! (Only a few years younger than him, but after Lenny he kept a much closer eye on you; clinging to you as if you were about to pull the trigger too.)

“Is it just me or does Soldier Boy seem a little…high,” Hughie said quietly.

“Y/n, go talk to him,” Billy shoved you forward a bit.

“What? Why me?” You asked.

“Cause you’re the only one he hasn’t been a complete asshole to.”

“Billy-”

“Don’t try to deny it! He complimented your scrambled eggs this morning!”

“Well, yeah…I make good eggs!”

“No, you don’t, they taste like shit! Now get over there and calm down the radioactive Supe who’s definitely high right now.”

“If he kills me I swear I’m gonna come back and haunt your ass!” You grumbled before walking ahead to where Soldier Boy was.

You weren’t actually angry about having to talk to him, you were fucking thrilled! You wanted an excuse to walk next to him, maybe run your hands over his suit to “calm him down.” And of course he complimented your cooking, he’d woken up naked next to you.

“Hey sweetheart, want a hit?” Soldier Boy smirked when you caught up to him.

“Uh, no thanks, Soldier Boy,” You shook your head a little.

“Already said you can call me Ben,” He replied.

“Right, sorry! I just- I wasn’t sure if you wanted Hughie and Billy to know your name.”

“Doesn’t really matter to me,” He shrugged before taking another long hit of the joint he was working on.

“You feeling okay?” You asked.

“What’d you say?” He turned to look at Hughie and Butcher.

“What?” Hughie furrowed his brows.

“Nothin’ mate,” Butcher said. “No one said nothing.”

“Seriously, are you feeling alright?” You asked Ben quietly.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to fully face you. He cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply. Your eyes widened when you realized your brother definitely sees you kissing the (as he put it) very high radioactive Supe.

“Oi! What the fucking hell!” Butcher exclaimed and pushed Soldier Boy forward, causing the Supe to stumble to the ground. “Don’t you fucking touch her!”

“Hey, calm down!” You said quickly, gripping Billy’s coat sleeve. He looked at you, his eyes bright orange.

“This hundred year old cunt just forced himself on you! And you want me to calm down!?”

“I kissed him first,” You replied, Butcher’s eyes widening while changing back to their regular state. “L-Last night.”

By this point, Soldier Boy had stood up and was furious at Butcher. He charged forward and tackled the temp-Supe to the ground.

“Oh come on!” You yelled.

The two men were fighting like stubborn children. They were both too strong to actually get hurt, but strong enough to shove each other around dramatically.

“Fuck you, Soldier Boy! Fuck you!” Butcher yelled as he punched Ben.

You pulled Butcher off of Ben and put yourself between the two.

“Stop acting like fucking morons!” You excalimed. The two men sighed, staring daggers at each other. “You're making me feel like a goddamn pick-me-girl here!”

“I have no clue what that means,” Butcher replied honestly. You rolled your eyes and looked at Ben, he shrugged, indicating he agreed with Butcher.

“Billy, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier about me and Ben, but honestly? It's none of your fucking business. And Ben...” You trailed off looking into his eyes. “Yeah, I got nothing. You were great last night and I hope my asshole-of-an-older-brother doesn't make you think twice before sleeping with me again.”

“Oh, I've thought about it way more than twice, sweetheart,” Ben smirked.

“You slept with him!?” Butcher exclaimed. “Come on, Y/n! Are you fuckin’ stupid!? He’s a fucking monster!”

“Hey!” Soldier Boy furrowed his brows. “I ain’t a fuckin’ monster!”

“Oh, so you didn’t kill a bunch of people these last few days? And you didn’t abuse your team so much they left you to fuckin’ rot!? And-”

“Billy!” You exclaimed. “Stop!” You looked at Ben and could tell Butcher’s words stung. You sighed and continued; “Look, there’s a weird-ass telepathic Supe somewhere in these god-forsaken woods and if we aren’t careful he’ll kill us all. Let’s all calm the fuck down, table this, and if we survive you two can kill each other later. Got it?”

Butcher rolled his eyes as Ben stormed off in the direction you had all been walking. Suddenly a make-shift bomb went off and sent the four of you flying different directions. When you came to your senses you realized Butcher was in trouble.

“Butcher, wake up!” Hughie exclaimed, tapping his face.

“No, no, no!” You mumbled, hurrying to your brother’s side. “Shit, shit, shit! Billy!” You joined Hughie in his attempt to wake up your brother. You then turned to Ben, “what- what do we do? How do we help him?”

“We don’t,” Soldier Boy replied. “He’s gone.”

“No! No, he’s just- how do we wake him up, Ben?”

“Well, Mindstorm put him into this, he can snap him out,” Ben shrugged a little, you let out a breath of relief. “But, he’s about to be dead.

“Wait, just hang on,” Hughie stood up, you stayed kneeling next to Butcher. “If we grab Mindstorm, we make him help Butcher! And then you can kill him! Then you can go to town on him, man. I don't give a fuck!”

“It ain’t worth the risk!” Ben exclaimed.

“Not worth the risk!?” You stood up. “Ben, he’s my brother! Please!” You looked into his bright green eyes with your teary ones. “Please, I- I can’t lose him.”

“Fine,” He sighed. “We find Mindstorm, make him help your brother, then I kill him.”

“Thank you,” You smiled a little.

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Eleven

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 2,7k

Warnings | 18+, a lot of guilt, beginning of Stockholm syndrome, blood, kidnapping, violence, insults and beatings, torture, hints of abuse and trauma, MC is bound with handcuffs, Jimin understands what to do, don't interact if you are a minor or the yandere genre is not for you.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys ❤️ After the last chapter full of twists and turns, here is what happened next, let me know what you think, it is very important to me ❤️🥰

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It had been days, she could always hear someone in the house, someone leaving food behind the door, giving her time to take the food and then closing it again.

It was definitely one of Jimin's companions, it was nice that they didn't want to starve her, a little less that they didn't inform her about Jimin's condition.

Was he okay? Was he serious? Would he recover?

He was her kidnapper, he had separated her from her younger sister, he had bought and raped her, but she couldn't help thinking about him, she felt guilty, she felt like a monster. She thought she was better than him and then...

She shook her head, looking around.

It was a nice room, perfect for a young woman like her, he had not made her lack anything, she had no complaints about that, plus she did not have to lower herself for other men.

Maybe... maybe if she had accepted her new life earlier nothing bad would have happened, Jimin would not have forced her to take him like that and she consequently would not have stabbed him in that mental blackout she had locked herself in.

Now she was all about the unknown that made her legs shake.

She had a bath in her room, she had washed herself in panic, staring at the blood mixing with the water in the drain with horror, she still felt dirty despite all the showers she had taken, that memory would remain indelible in her mind forever.

Suddenly she became aware of other noises outside her room, at first she thought it was always the man's friends, but the voices they started to discuss were too loud, usually they were quite quiet, this time it seemed different.

She squinted at the door with a bad feeling in her stomach, she clutched at it more tightly as the handle began to jiggle, after all the room was closed and the Bangtans knew it, and now she was certain, it was not the Bangtans.

She nervously picked up the first object she came across, a frame depicting a sunset, and hid it behind her.

The doorknob stopped moving for a few moments, then a terrible thud made her wince with her heart in her throat.

The door opened slowly and fuck, she felt naked under the dark eyes of the two men who were squaring her from head to toe.

One of them whistled in surprise as he entered the room.

"From a locked door in Park Jimin's house, I expected money, weapons ... important documents, and instead we find a harmless, trembling little girl."

The comrade sneered, "Little girl? I only see Park Jimin's personal whore, bro," he also entered, coming dangerously close to her, who clutched her improvised weapon behind her back, "If he's keeping her here and not in that brothel it means she must have a magic pussy."

"He's got it all to himself," agreed, "What do you say, honey, you let us taste it? We won't hurt you."

"Go to hell, both of you," she huffed like a cat, causing the two men to laugh.

"After we disembowel you a little," he hummed, coming just close enough to make the young woman tense up in a bundle of nerves, she felt with disgust the man's breath on her neck, but it was not the right time. Even if she had hit him, the other was blocking the exit.

"Is that how you talk to a woman when you plan to fuck her?" she asked nauseatedly.

"Only when that woman opens her thighs to a human garbage like your man," that phrase directed at Jimin made her light up inside.

"Maybe you're referring to you and your partner," she spat acidly, the smiles disappeared from their faces, and soon the latter came dangerously close as well, slapping her in the face that for a few moments made her breathless.

"Watch what you say, for a prostitute you talk too much," he hissed, making her smile.

"And you for a thief are a real idiot," she said, leaving them interjected, but it didn't last long.

With a lightning snap of her arm she violently shattered a corner of the frame in the head of the first man who had approached, the sensation of an object in her hands penetrating the flesh of something alive was not new to her, the only difference was that she enjoyed listening to the screams of that swine, the companion from his side tried to grab her badly, but she ducked just enough to run out, toward the front door.

With relief she noticed that no one had changed the access code, she did not know how those two had managed to get in, but she still knew how to get out. She had mentally jotted down the code as Jimin used it to get out, remembering the movements of his fingers when he thought he was not seen, she had come to guess the sequence of numbers.

134340.

She ran out of the apartment amid the screams and curses of the two of them, looking around she noticed that everything had been meticulously cleaned of Jimin's blood, trying not to think about it because the idea almost made her lose her strength, she took the emergency exit again, this time she went through it, without anyone stopping her, everything was familiar and different at the same time.

She exited the building finding herself in the quiet and isolated neighborhood she had seen that first and only time, if she had followed the path perhaps she would have found someone who could-

"What?" she said before collapsing to the ground holding her head, she stared up wordlessly, a man older than her was staring at her with indifference.

He had hit her hard on the head, small white dots invaded her vision.

"Minhyun! Did you get her?!"

The man's face filled with annoyance, he turned to the other, who had previously been chasing her, reproachfully.

"Don't shout my name like that, you idiot."

"Sorry, but this bastard pissed me off, she broke Jae's head!" he said irritably, looking at her with hatred.

"Who would that be?" the older man did not seem to care about his colleague's condition, rather he was more interested in her.

"I don't know, I think she is the bitch who opens her legs for Jimin in the house."

The man named Minhyun smiled lasciviously.

"If she is the bitch I think she is, the boss will be very happy."

After that, Y/N definitely lost consciousness.

"I want to know everything about her, Namjoon.... Family ties, friendships, educational qualifications, every fucking thing."

"Jimin..."

"Even if she gave us a false name you still took blood from her and took her fingerprints when she arrived, didn't you? Use those to trace her family, they must live here, she and her sister were running from someone."

Maybe he had gone crazy, he just had to think about recovering since seeing himself in a hospital bed depressed him disgustingly, but he couldn't stop thinking about her and the last words they had said to each other.

Something bad must have happened to her to bring up such a trauma, a trauma that had caused her to alienate herself from reality, managing to hurt him in that way.

He was not the most empathetic person in the world, but he knew how to recognize the symptoms of past abuse, something that happened in childhood. Oh, he knew that kind of thing very well....

Namjoon for his part would have liked to beat up his friend, he was as pale as a corpse and the clinic uniform didn't really suit him, he still had machines attached to his body with tubes to measure his oxygen levels and the health of his physique in general, but even in that condition he hadn't stopped for a moment, barking orders to his comrades and intimating them not to touch that girl, and to take care of her during his absence.

"She almost killed you."

"That was not her intention," he replied confidently and determinedly, shocking the other man once again, "I forced my hand too much, her reaction was also all too understandable," he laughed bitterly, shaking his head; he had already had her by force several times, but that had been too much.

"Why do I have the feeling that if it had been someone else, you would have tortured and killed without thinking about it?"

Jimin did not answer, because it was all true.

Finally, the older man sighed wearily, "All right, I'll dig into her past even though the tests we do are only to see if the girls are healthy, not to spy on their past lives, and the fingerprints are only to find them in case they escape," he pointed out, as if to say that that would just be extra work.

"I thank you, Nam."

The latter made to leave the room, but the door was pushed open first by a rather nervous Jungkook.

"Jungkook? I didn't think you would come today, weren't you busy with your students?"

"Hyung..." there was guilt in his gaze, Jimin and Namjoon looked at him with confusion, "It's about Y/N, Taehyung hyung called and said she's missing" maybe it hadn't been a good idea to tell the person concerned, but they all knew that if Jimin didn't learn about it right away, he would create chaos.

Jimin, if possible, whitened even more than before, questions, thoughts and horrible scenarios began to swirl in his head.

"Did she escape? How did she do that?" asked Namjoon, astonished, but the younger man shook his head.

"There are signs of burglary in the house and the door handle of her room was broken from the outside to get in, Taehyung and his team also found a frame with blood on it."

Jimin's heartbeats increased exponentially, the machine signaled the sudden increase in the heart sequence, he was pissed, no, he was furious and fucking worried too.

"Jimin!"

"Get me out of here!" he exclaimed as he began to peel off all those tubes and the IV.

"Stop! You're not in the right condition to-"

"Now!" he thundered with a black abyss in his wide, crazed eyes, "Warn Seokjin, immediately! I want you to find her now, immediately!"

It was his fault, damn.

He had left her alone with his comrades, comrades who would rather see her die than look after her, he felt somehow lost.

Why?

Why would the idea that she might be hurt destroy him? What had happened to him during all that time they had spent together?

There was something about her that reminded him of himself, perhaps that was why he had raged so hard against her; she was naïve, weak, desperate, and broken, qualities that had doomed Jimin in the past, he hated weakness, and she should not allow herself to feel it, because she was surely like all the others, she was like that woman, and he could not allow himself to get involved with Y/N, even though she seemed the opposite of everything he had become accustomed to over the years to protect himself from feelings.

But he wanted now... he wanted to have her back in his arms, to hold her as he had never done before... why did he want to do all this just when the irreparable had happened?

It had all been wasted time, his piling on her because of his demons suddenly seemed like bullshit to him.

Namjoon saw that change and sensed how things really were. He, like the others, had witnessed what had happened to Jimin and how he had started to react to fight his demons, but Y/N was the exception, she made Jimin feel new emotions, emotions that his friend had always shied away from in the past, she was different.

"Jungkook, prepare your team as well, Choi Minho has crossed the line," he said harshly, the other nodded casting a cautious glance at Jimin. He held his head in his hands, not daring to show his face, otherwise they would have been all too clear about his torment.

"Welcome back among us, princess."

Y/N opened her eyes with difficulty, a terribly bright light was shot straight into her face, her wrists and ankles were burning, and her parched throat gave her no respite.

Shortly thereafter her lucidity returned and she finally became aware of her condition.

She was tied to a metal table, arms and legs immobilized in a position that made her at the mercy of everyone.

"Fuck you," was the first thing she said when she recognized Minho; it was only an instant and a fist slammed violently against her jaw, causing her to roll her eyes in the back of her head from the overwhelming, suffocating pain.

She had tasted Jimin's hands in more than one way, but never had his blows been so beastly.

She stood before a true heartless beast.

"Go away, Minhyun! You didn't mean to offend me, did you, love?" the smile on Minho's face contrasted with the stoic expression of the man who had managed to capture her, but Y/N knew, they were perfectly the same.

"Jimin will kill you," he said with difficulty, remembering the hatred that leaked out of the Moor when he had met Minho.

The latter snickered harshly.

"For a little bitch like you? Don't make me laugh," but Y/N shook her head bitterly.

She knew Jimin was not interested in her up to that extent; he himself was probably thinking about how to take her down, only to learn of her disappearance with a bored snort.

"No, not for me... You sent your people to his house, his territory, and if you remember correctly he didn't react in the best way when you showed up at the Dark Moon, let alone how he might react now," she giggled, a deep bruise was already taking shape on her abused face.

Minho lost his smile, "You seem to know him more than you want to admit, how about telling me more? Think about it, tell us about Jimin and the Bangtans, and I will give you back your freedom."

Crazy bastard.

She had traded her freedom for money, once at the Dark Moon you never leave it again except in a sack. The woman was not stupid, Minho's promises were the promises of a greedy, lying snake, but she would not be his Eve.

"I have nothing to say about that."

"We'll see about that, baby," with a fairly clear glance at Minhyun, Minho walked out of the place that was dark to her, but to which she would soon become accustomed.

"You made the wrong choice, bitch," the man said as he grabbed her throat, "Park Jimin must have trained you well, but you'll collapse with me," he hit her in the face again.

And then again, and again, and again.

She wriggled through her tears trying to dodge his blows that meanwhile came to injure every area of her body, her wrists and ankles continued to rub against the handcuffs until they flayed her thin skin, causing blood to spill.

She gasped for breath, gasped for air under those heavy and cruel hands, hands of a man who knew no mercy; she had already been under similar hands in her childhood and cried more for that wickedness.

She fainted and came to several times, each time with the same question breathed on her face.

"Where is Park Jimin?"

And each time always the same answer pushed between her teeth.

"Fuck you."

She imagined Jimin was at that clinic where she had been admitted, but she did not know the exact spot, and even if she did, she would not tell him.

Even if she was suffering worse than a dog, she would not give up the pleasure of ruining that monster's expectations.

"You really don't care about your life, do you?"

Y/N laughed with blood at her mouth, what life?

Had she ever had one in the first place?

She had lost her innocence too soon, snatched away by a man identical to Minhyun.

Y/N had been wrong; Jimin was not the monster.

"Perhaps using another method will convince you?"

Minho came out of the shadows of the room, had he entered when she was unconscious?

"I hate to see a beautiful woman in this condition," he sighed in annoyance before approaching further.

He lasciviously caressed the chest of the young woman, who was invaded by nausea immediately.

"We'll pick up where that bastard left off, okay?"

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 10

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“Josh!” Kiyanna called out, struggling to keep up with his long strides. Kaiden was also struggling so she let go of Josh’s hand to pick him up. “Slow down!” 

“He put his damn hands on you, Key! He lucky he not a patient in this damn hospital!.” He gruffed out as they made it to his truck with Joe trailing behind them with the stroller. “Come on, get in the car.” He muttered as he took Kaiden from her and placed him in his booster seat before grabbing Kairo out of his stroller and placing him in his carseat and turning the car on. Kiyana shook her head as she looked at her watch for the time. Josh beating Elijah’s ass had damn near taken up her whole lunch break. 

“Josh, I have to go back to work.” Josh snapped his head towards her and looked at her incredulously. 

“Key, you ain’t going back to that damn hospital. Not while he in there.” Kiyana arched one of her eyebrows and opened her mouth to most definitely curse him out but Debra and Arin running up to them stopped her. 

“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” Debra asked her, grabbing Key cheeks in her hands turning her face side to side to inspect it. 

“Debra, I’m fine.” 

“We heard what happened, Dr. Daniels is on the L&D floor trying to get you fired and press charges.” Arin spoke up, nibbing her bottom lip in worry. She hadn’t been working at Pensacola Memorial for long but Debra and Kiyana were the only nurses who actually helped her and took their time training and teaching her. It would suck if Kiyana lost her job over this. Arin’s eyes quickly shifted over to the behemoth of a man standing to the side of Kiyana and the other man. She quickly looked away when he looked towards her and smiled, feeling her heart stutter in her chest. 

Hearing that Elijah was trying to get Key fired, sent Josh into another fit of rage. “Getchu’ fired for what?!” Josh grunted out, face all balled up as his eyes narrowed on the hospital. “He put his hands on you! His ass should be fired.” 

“Josh, please calm down.” Kiyana calmly said as she moved out of Debra’s grasp and moved closer to Josh, taking his face in her hands, making him look her in her eyes. “I am fine. Please calm down.” Josh nodded his head and took a deep breath, staring into her eyes trying to calm himself down. 

“Ohh, that’s Josh.” She heard Debra whisper but Kiyana paid her no mind. 

“Key, look at the damn bruise he left on you. You are not fine.” Josh said as he gently took her arm to inspect the bruise. “What he do this for anyway.?” 

“I found out about his wife, his pregnant wife.” Key whispered and Josh froze, flickering his eyes up to heres.  “His wife is my patient and she asked me to call him to the L&D floor. When I told him I was gonna go tell her the truth , he snapped and threatened me.” 

“Key..” Josh trailed off in a whisper. 

“Ironic huh?” She muttered back, flinching when he reached his hand up to wipe her tears away. She quickly gathered herself, wiping her own tears and leaning into the car.  “Mommy has to go back to work okay.” She said to Kaiden, plastering a smile on her face, that didn’t reach her eyes. 

“But, we didn’t eat yet.” He said softly, tears filling his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his mothers neck tightly. “I don’t want you to go back in there with the bad man.” 

Debra, who overheard, gently placed a hand on Kiyana’s lower back. “Take the rest of the day and tomorrow off. I’ll go talk to Chuck and report what happened for you.” 

“Okay.” Kiyana nodded her head with a deep sigh. 

“I’ll see you on Wednesday. “ Debra smiled at her before doing the same to the two men before walking back towards the hospital with Arin following her. 

“I can just take them home with me.” Kiyana muttered, wanting to get as far away from Josh and Joe. 

“What? No. I said I was gonna take y’all to lunch and that’s what I’m gonna do before we have to go pick up Kamari from school.” Not in the mood to argue, Kiyana nodded her head in agreement before shifting her eyes to Joe. 

“I just wanted to talk to you.” Joe spoke up. “I don’t have to go to lunch with y’all.” Kiyana looked at Josh who nodded and got in the car leaving the two of them alone. 

“Wassup Joe?” Kiyana muttered as she crossed her arms over her chest. Joe put the stroller into the trunk before turning to face Kiyana, his expression a mixture of regret and guilt. 

“I just wanted to apologize.”  Kiyana arched her eyebrow at him, waiting for him to continue. “I fucked up. I was selfish and -” 

“It’s fine Joe.” Kiyana interrupted him with a slight shake of her head.  “You weren’t the only one at fault. I wanted to get back at Josh and you were there. I’m in the wrong just as much as you are.” 

“I shoulda never called him though. I was being petty and vindictive.”  Kiyana shrugged, 

‘Look, it was a fucked up thing to do but I don’t need the apology, Josh does. You’re his blood and I'm just some girl y’all met twenty-something years ago. I should be the one apologizing to y’all. I feel like a slut for messing up y’alls  relationship.” Josh, who was definitely eavesdropping, called out 

“Bullshit.” at the same time Joe said, 

“You ain’t just some girl we met in highschool. You our family now and forever. Whether or not you and Josh get back together we will always look at you like family.  I already apologized to Josh but I still feel like shit and imma do everything to make it up to you and him.” 

“I mean, I wouldn't mind using the P.J whenever I feel like it.” Josh called out to them from the window he just rolled down making Joe and Kiyana laugh. 

“I’m still hungry.” Kaiden called out and Kiyana laughed again. 

“Alright I won’t take up more of y’alls time. I wouldn’t want Kai to start eating his toes.” Joe said, reaching into the window to tickle his nephew.  He then opened the passenger side door for Kiyana, who gave him a smile as she slid in and shut the door behind her. Joe and Josh stared at each other before Joe broke the silence.  “I love you Uce.” Josh nodded and started up the car before driving away. 

author's note~ : kinda a short chapter. I wanted this to be a filler with Joe's "apology". Next chapter Josh will try his hardest to get his family back.

What did y'all think if Joe's apology though?? Hopefully it came off how i wanted it too 👀

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[octuscle]

My boss has been giving me shit ever since I got this job. If I could just put him in his place for one day…

Your boss's day is off to a great start. Power cut. And the Tesla is not charged. The only way to get to the office is by bus and suburban train. He hates public transport. But what should he do? At the bus stop, he pulls out his cell phone to buy his ticket. All around him are schoolchildren and wetbacks on their way to work. Damn, did he pocket the cell phone of his cleaning lady from Colombia? All in Spanish. And the phone far from his own brand new show-off model. And already has a few scratches too... Maldita sea! Why can't he buy a ticket now? Tarjeta bloqueada. That's all he needs. His not-so-clean trousers hang low on his narrow hips. The waistband of his fake Calvin Klein briefs is clearly visible. When the bus arrives, he rummages in his deep trouser pockets for a few dollars. Just enough to buy a ticket.

When your boss changes trains, he realizes that his briefcase is gone. Where the hell did the hip bag come from instead? He looks inside. Tobacco, cigarette papers, a few crumpled dollar bills, some weed. And condoms. Lots and lots of condoms. His gaze falls on his reflection in the window pane. Mierda, soy un espalda mojada. ¡Un sucio y apestoso espalda mojada! Instead of his spotless white shirt, he wears a dirty wifebeater. And the jacket has become a sleeveless open plaid shirt. Not entirely clean either. His feet are in dirty biker boots. A couple of silver chains around his neck. Shit, something's not going well. When he arrives at the station, he walks towards the toilets. He needs a mirror. Sporty and dynamic, he jumps over the turnstile at the entrance. He has no more money to use the toilets. There are the mirrors. And that's no longer your boss. Okay, the other hustlers at the station all call Juan "jefe" because he has the biggest cock. But apart from that, he's nothing but a well-trained wetback hustler.

One of the other hustlers comes up to jefe and asks for a fag. Juan panics. Should he be nice to the scum? Juan will probably need help. On the other hand, the mere presence of this gay trash makes him nauseous. At least he speaks English. Juan decides to be friendly. And he tries to reply that they can share a fag. He replies in broken English with a heavy Spanish accent. The other hustler thanks him with a fist bump. He doesn't seem surprised by the language. Juan builds a cigarette, takes a first drag and passes the fag on. While they smoke in a corner of the train toilet, a punter wanders around them. Juan doesn't think much about it. He needs money. And it can't get much worse than this. His eyes and those of the punter meet. The rest happens without a word. A few minutes later, Juan kneels on the piss-strewn floor of the toilet and swallows the cum of a strange man. And he's a pro, he gets a hard-on even though the punter is rather disgusting.

It gets quieter from 10:00 onwards. The rush hour is over. There's nothing to do at the station until 16:00. Juan counts his takings. 120 dollars. Not bad. He joins the other hustlers at the kiosk in front of the station, smokes a cigarette and drinks a beer. He needs to get rid of that damn taste of cum from old fat white men. Then Juan has to go to the wholesale market and clean the market halls. He's definitely no longer the boss here. The job is also badly paid, but he has to prove he has a regular job so as not to lose his residence permit. And there are showers for the employees. If he goes back to the station sweaty and dirty, he can forget about good sales.

Juan is just getting out of the shower when a regular customer contacts him via Facetime. He asks how his favorite slut is doing. Juan poses a little in front of the cell phone camera. He doesn't understand English very well, but he knows that his customer gets horny when he shows off his hairy armpits. And the customer pays well. Most of the time, Juan even gets a bit to eat. And if he's lucky, he can even spend the night with the client and doesn't have to go to the dirty dormitory where Juan has currently rented a bed. But if he's not lucky, at least he knows where his place is.

Pic of your jefe found @marechais 

[firekit21]

Life Series Incorrect Quotes

Ren: Isn't it a bit dangerous?

Joel: Ren, please. We've been in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Ren: ...

Joel: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.

Ren: ...

Joel: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

Skizz: Who's in charge here?

Martyn, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest.

Grian: Why is there blood everywhere?

Scar: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife.

Grian: You stabbed someone?!

Scar: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.

Grian: Remember, Jimmy, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Jimmy: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

Lizzie: I was put on this earth to do one thing.

Lizzie: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.

Bdubs: Thanks for not telling Etho what happened.

Mumbo, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

Grian: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Scar: Mine just says "Scar no."

Grian: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Impulse, after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.

Lizzie: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue?

BigB: Technically a mix of green and blue?

Lizzie: So blurple.

BigB: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple.

Lizzie: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE?

BigB: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.

Scott: Let’s play 20 questions, you start.

Jimmy: What’s your favorite color?

Scott, laser fucking focused:  Triangle, do you like men?

Grian: Pros and cons of dating me.

Grian: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Grian: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Jimmy: Do you know that we are made out of atoms?

Jimmy: And atoms never touch each other.

Jimmy: So in my defense, officer. I did not punch this kid.

Cleo, to BigB: Are you peanuts? Because I want to boil you alive.

Tango: Stop failing.

Skizz: Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now!

Skizz: *Succeeds*

Skizz: Dang it!

Scar with a gun to Ren's head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven?

Ren: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

Jimmy: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Pearl: I am a responsible adult!

Gem: *raises brow*

Pearl: I am an adult.

Cleo: I love murder mysteries!

Martyn, trying to impress them: I've been a suspect in four murder cases.

Ren: Martyn and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Martyn: We what?

[unknownperson246]

Can you do one where your a waitress at a club and after you get off some creeps try to get at you but Nikki stops them

Hiii I’m so sorry it’s late but I finally made it and here it is I hope you enjoy it 💋💋.

Pretty Lady

Words: 816

warnings: *angst* *fluff* *stealing* *cussing* *getting attacked*

It's the year 1983 and you are a waitress at the Rainbow Bar and Grill. It was a place an attraction to many rockstars but also to a lot of creeps who decided to mess with the people who worked there. This one particular night you were working a double shift because you had to pay rent. You were on the verge of being evicted from your apartment because your landlord couldn't deal with you not paying your rent. You were minding your own business and serving customers who needed service. Once your shift ends you grab your coat and your purse and you put them on. Once you're halfway up the street some drunk creeps grab you by your hair and drag you to an alley nearby.  

“Ow, what the hell who the fuck are you?” you yell. 

Their movements are slurred and they look at you with their viscous and venomous eyes. You were their prey and they were the predator. 

“Shut the fuck up you bitch you going to be sorry you ever spoke to us,” They say drunkenly.

They grab your purse and they steal all of your cash. 

“No please no I worked hard for that” you cry helplessly as they steal all your earnings that you worked day and night for. 

Suddenly there is a dark-haired man with a sharp jawline he is very pale and ghost white. He is wearing leather pants and he is wearing no shirt showing his tattoos. He looks familiar too familiar. You realize you saw him on stage often performing with his band and he was a regular there with his band. You were desperate to try to remember his name. It finally clicked it was Nikki.

“Nikki” you cry out loud and he hears you from the other side. Nikki has your attention and sees what situation you're in. He comes rushing to you and the men who are holding onto your hair. Nikki charges at one of them.

“Who the fuck are you?” They ask. 

“That doesn't matter” Nikki spits at them. 

Nikki raises his fist at them the sight of it scares them off. They drunkenly run away with your purse. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Nikki asks trying to help you up. 

“No. They stole all my money” You sob.

Nikki tries to comfort you but to no avail, you don't seem to calm down. He holds your hand.

 “My landlord is going to kick me out” you sob.

“Hey, it’s okay,”  he says gently.

“What is a pretty lady like you doing out here in the middle of the night in a dangerous alley anyway?” he asks as he chuckles lightly trying to get you to stop crying.

“They dragged me out to this alley from where I work. I was walking away from my workplace because my shift was over” You say sniffling. “Where do you work?” Nikki asks gently trying not to stop you from crying.

“I work at the Rainbow Bar and grill as a waitress” you sniffle.

“Hold on I remember you. Your name is Y/N, right? I always catch a glimpse of you while I am around the place.”

“Yeah I remember you too Nikki” you sniffle 

“I could tell when you yelled my name” he chuckles. 

Nikki feels so bad and guilty for letting the drunk bastards get away with your money. Nikki has an idea but he feels it's too soon because he just had an interaction with you. He doesn't even know you properly. Nikki has a hard time trying to make a decision but he feels so bad. 

“Y/N I know this idea may seem bad to you I mean this is just our first interaction but I feel very bad and I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my place for a while until you can at least pay your rent?”  he says gently as he holds your hand.

“No, no that is a wonderful offer, and thank you  but I don't want to bother you or be in your way” 

“No Y/N I insist” Nikki replies. 

“You sure Nikki?” 

“Yeah, I am a thousand percent sure. Why don't we go together back to your apartment and you can grab your stuff and I'll drive us to my place? Does that sound okay?.” Nikki asks gently. 

You are excited that you are going to live in a rock star's place for a while but you're still sad that all your money is gone. You guided Nikki to your apartment building that was near the Rainbow Bar and grill. You enter the key in the rusty doorknob and you immediately grab all your things in a duffle bag from your trashed apartment. You walk down the ugly old steps and you never look back. Nikki is still there and you both drive down to his place. 

[callsignfate]

Valeria x Chaotic wife Pt. 6

(Thank you for voting to anyone who did! This is what had the most votes, so here you go! Enjoy!)

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three/ Part Four/ Part Five

Part Six/ Part Seven/

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R/N yelling upstairs and charging downstairs: Valeria Garza! You did fucking not!

*Valeria stops walking, thinking for a moment on what she could be yelling about*

Valeria ducking into a room: *under her breath* Fuck.

R/N appearing behind her: VALERIA GARZA.

Valeria: *startled jump*

R/N: YOU WATCHED SEASON TWO WITHOUT ME?!

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Valeria looking at the whole room she had to give up for the massive amount of things you collect: ...I should have known she was weird when she wasn't scared I was kidnapping her.

R/N who's putting up another collectible: What was that?

Valeria: Nothing.

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R/N: I'm mentally exhausted.

Valeria: it was one needle.

R/N: and I'll never be doing that again.

Valeria: I can't believe you bit me and kicked a nurse.

R/N: SHE WAS COMING AT ME WITH A RANDOM NEEDLE!

Valeria: IT WAS TO DRAW YOUR BLOOD TO MAKE SURE YOUR OKAY!

R/N: Never again.

Valeria: Yea, because next time I'm sedating you myself.

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Valeria: Remind me again. What in God's name are you doing?

R/N sitting on Valeria's lap and playing on her switch: Trying to find a better villager, this one's ugly and he's gotta fucking go.

Valeria watching you slap a villager with a net and put them in a hole: And you say I'm ruthless?

R/N: GET OFF OF MY ISLAND!

Valeria: What the fuck.

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Valeria watching you following around one of her men and talking his ear off: I'm kinda almost glad it's not me.

R/N: So it's a cult game where your a baby sheep right? I named myself the blood God.

Valerias men nodding along while they text Valeria that 'they don't get paid enough for this': that's amazing.

R/N: It is!

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R/N: Val-

Valeria with her eyes closed in bed: It is five am, I don't have the crayons nor the fucks to entertain you yet.

R/N: ...Alright...

Valeria: Why do I smell fire

R/N: see I was trying to make you breakfa-

Valeria now sprinting towards the kitchen: FUCK.

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R/N holding a baby: You are kind of cute, I guess.

Valeria: I don't have the facilities to make one of those, so where did you get it.

R/N: One of your men's wives had a baby and they brought her in to see him.

Valeria: Give it back before you want one.

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R/N: I think you need a vacation...

Valeria who looks a mess and is actively having a breakdown: You don't say.

R/N watching her swear and lose her mind while she vents in Spanish: I'm.. sorry?

Valeria: You knew what I said?

R/N: IT WAS ABOUT ME?

Valeria: ...Only half of it.

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[dumbpilots]

lift me up (but don't get stuck!) a03

It's Valentine's Day and Bradley's in a rush. It's a shame he gets trapped in the elevator with the building’s newest (and hottest) tenant.

“Oh, hold it please!” He almost sticks his free hand through the closing doors before he thinks better of it. He’s not in a rush, but if he’s going to pull this off before Ice gets home, he doesn’t have a minute to spare. He can’t believe he forgot the spare key. Luck must be on his side today because a moment later the elevator doors slide back open. 

“Thanks, man.” He releases a heavy breath and shoots a relieved smile at the other lone occupant and– oh. It’s the ken doll. Bradley saw him for the first time a couple days ago walking out of the building. His first and only thought when he saw him was gorgeous. Bradley can totally be normal for a minute in his presence. Calm, even. He’s been around beautiful, tanned to perfection, built-like-marble men before. He’s fine. 

He hits 14 and takes two steps back to put some space between them and leans against the back railing. The elevator starts up.

“Runnin’ late for a date?” He says. And oh god. His voice drips like honey, slow and smooth. Ken doll’s eyebrows quirk up at him. His eyes are made of sea glass. Ding.

His brain short circuits. “Sorry–?” Ken doll narrows his gaze to the bouquet of roses tucked into Bradley’s left arm. Ding. “Oh! Hah, something like that.” 

Ken doll nods his head. “Yeah, didn’t realize how slow this thing can be sometimes.” Ding. 

“You just moved in, right?” He blurts without thought. “Not that I–, I mean–, kind of hard not to notice yo– a new face! In the building.” Bradley wonders if he can fall through the floor so hell can swallow him whole. Ding. He feels heat start to creep up his neck.

And then ken doll snorts at him. It shouldn’t be that attractive. But his eyes scrunch up and Bradley can’t stop looking at his dimples. “Yeah, I moved in three days ago. I–” He’s cut off by a horrific jolt. Bradley has to brace himself on the hand railing. The elevator halts completely. Oh shiiiiiit.

“Any chance this happens often and it’s a non-issue?”

“I… normally take the stairs.” Bradley is starting to regret his thoughts concerning luck.

“To the 14th floor? Okay, we’re circling back to that. But first,” Ken doll hits the emergency call button and it rings out. And rings. And rings. 

“No signal on my phone either, shit.” Bradley pockets it.

“Well. I gotta feelin’ we should get comfortable, neighbor.” He sends Bradley a wink and sits down on the floor. “I’m Jake, by the way.” Jake. He commits it to memory. 

“Bradley.” He slides down into a cross-legged position, carefully maneuvering himself so that their knees are not brushed up against one another. He tosses the flowers to the corner. Won’t be needing those. Sorry Mav. “It’s good cardio.” 

“Sorry?” Confused is a good look on Jake.

“Taking the stairs up. It’s good cardio. I only take the elevator when I’m in a rush. And no, the irony isn’t lost on me.” He rests his head against the wall and stares up.

“Sorry about your date, by the way.” Jake looks ruefully at the bouquet. “Hope your girl won’t be too upset with you.”

"Oh– no. They’re for my godfather.” Bradley scratches at his nape. “Well, technically, they’re for his husband. He tends to forget anniversaries and Valentine’s. I’m in charge of keeping the peace. Or rather, making sure my godfather gets to keep his head attached to the rest of his body.” He smiles fondly. 

“Worried now that you’ll get demoted?”

“Only if Pete survives the night.” Bradley smiles wistfully . “And no girl, by the way. Or guy.” 

“Subtle.” Jake grins at him. Bradley wants the image seared into his corneas. 

Jake fiddles with the emergency phone a second time, again with no answer. 

“So, Jake.” Bradley could get used to the sound of his name on his tongue. “What brings you to San Diego? Assuming you just moved here?”

“Work. Naval aviator.” Huh.

“So– question. How can you tell if someone is a pilot?” 

“Um.. Not sure?”

“They’ll tell you they’re a pilot.” Bradley looks down to try and hide his smile.

“Hilarious.” Jake looks like he thinks the exact opposite. “So what do you do then, Bradley?”

“Naval aviator.” He deadpans.

Jake laughs, bright and unguarded. “You’re shittin’ me.” 

“Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, at your service.” He mocks a salute. 

Jake looks like he’s searching for something. “Rooster… right?” He catches Bradley by surprise. “I’ve heard of you. Won Top Gun a couple years before me. You know Trace?”

“Yeah, we did a sea tour together a couple years ago.” 

“If I were a lesser comedian like yourself I’d make a joke about birds of a feather….” 

Bradley rolls his eyes, but still catches himself smiling. He shifts up on his knees and presses the emergency call button again. “Third time’s a charm?” 

And it rings. And rings. And— “Yes?” 

“Hey! Um, we’re stuck in the elevator? Can someone let us out? I think we’re around the fifth floor.” 

“One hour.” The line goes dead. 

“Well they clearly love their job. I think I’ll have t’ start taking the stairs too, if only to avoid havin’ to talk to that bundle of joy.” Jake shakes his head. 

“Now you’re getting it.” He sighs.

“So– no on-base housing for you?” 

“I could ask you the same question.” Bradley lobs back. 

“Prefer not to, given the choice. Enjoy the city more this way.” He shrugs his shoulders. 

“Yeah.. I get that.” Bradley lets the silence hang for a moment more. “So, did you have any interrupted Valentine’s Day plans?” 

“I’ve been here three days. My plans tonight were assembling a bookshelf and organizing some cabinets. No girl... Or guy.” He smirks at Bradley. 

“Subtle.” Bradley grins back. 

It feels like only mere minutes have passed when Bradley starts to hear signs of life on the other side of the doors, their conversation flowing so naturally. 

As soon as they’ve made their escape, Jake motions for Bradley to head to the stairs. Five flights and some heavier breathing later, Jake turns to him.

“Well this is me. But I’m sure I’ll see you around?” His eyes are twinkling. “I guess that applies to both the building and North Island.” He pushes the hallway door open.

“Yeah, you too. Wait–” Bradley doesn’t allow himself to think. “If you’d like some company, I’m decidedly average at assembling IKEA furniture?” 

Jake beams at him and props the door open wide. “Let’s go cowboy.” 

—

Hours later, Bradley checks his phone.

6 missed calls from Pete

2 new voicemails from Pete

7 new messages from Pete

Jesus. He opens the messages first.

Bradley?? Why aren’t you answering

Where are you? 

You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.

Bradley? Are you alive? Did Ice find out?

Not probable. He’d only have me killed.

Call me, kid. 

Crisis averted. You’re not off the hook, for the record.

sorry, got stuck in my building’s elevator for a couple hours.

you’d be proud of me tho

started taking ur advice

Say more. Now.

don’t think, just do.

ur flowers found a new home. sorry?

*attached photo of red roses in a vase*

Whose apartment is that?

[ssukidesu]

a better method

Fandom: Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale

Pairing: Inukag

Rating: T

Inukag Week 2024 ( @inukag-week ) - Day 3: Bickering

Summary: After a messy fight, Kagome offers to clean the beads of subjugation. She has every intention of putting them right back on afterwards, but Inuyasha's not so willing.

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Kagome was bent over, towel in her hands, ruffling her hair dry. The smell had taken forever to get out. The very memory of it made her stomach curl in nausea, and she shoved the thought away hastily. Sango had borne the brunt of it; it was hiraikotsu, after all, that sliced the pig demon into pieces. Its blood and entrails were flung absolutely everywhere—and all five of them had been drenched. Luckily, there was a river nearby, and they were able to clean themselves of the worst of it. Sango had been grateful for the shampoo and soap, which was equally strong with its floral aroma.

The girls had gone first, of course; currently, Inuyasha, Miroku, and Shippo were making use of the river, though Kagome doubted it would do them much good; she and Sango had used up all of her soaps during their cleaning, and the boys would unfortunately be going without. Not that she thought Inuyasha in particular would have used her perfumed shampoo… but still.

The girls were working together to get a fire going for dinner when the men and Shippo returned. They at least looked better, Kagome noted immediately. She would make sure to purchase some unscented soaps whenever they passed the next village. The soap of this era was far less offensive to demonic senses, at least.

Fifteen minutes later, and they were all sipping on venison soup, thanks to Inunyasha’s successful hunt earlier that evening. It smelled glorious, and they were all grateful for the additional refreshment to their olfactory glands.

But afterwards, when they were settled around the fire to ward off the dropping autumn temperatures, Kagome got a whiff of that terrible scent again. It happened right as Inuyasha plopped down next to her—and she immediately roamed her eyes over his figure.

“What?” he accused sharply.

“That smell. Where’s it coming from?” she said, getting right to the point. “Your clothes look fine.”

He grit his teeth. “It’s this stupid thing,” he said, gripping the beads around his neck. “It’s impossible to clean. Too many crevices.”

“…Oh,” she said, rather stupidly. She shared a look with Sango, and then Miroku. They both shrugged at her. Inuyasha was picking something from under his claws when she returned her wary gaze to him. “Do you… want me to clean it?” 

His fingers stopped their twiddling. “Huh?” His eyes widened briefly before narrowing. “Are you messing with me?” he charged.

Kagome swallowed, solidifying her decision. “N-No. We can take it off for a minute,” she said.

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Right. Go ahead, then!” His tone was sarcastic as he dramatically leaned his head down, as if he was daring her. 

Kagome took one last look at her friends. Apart from Shippo, they seemed… relatively okay with the idea. They were probably having the same sort of doubts she was—that he’d be a little insufferable for a bit, but that he’d surely do nothing too diabolical.

She returned her gaze to him. He was peering up at her now, seemingly convinced that she wasn’t actually going to do it. But when she lifted her hands to grip the beads, his breath stuttered, and his eyes widened. She lifted and lifted, detangled some hair, and then lifted the rest of the way. 

He was gawking at her. She lifted her hand and closed his mouth. “You’ll catch flies ,” she snapped before flipping her still-damp hair and walking away.

He immediately turned to look at his friends, who were staring at him tensely, and he couldn’t help himself. 

He hooted. 

Kagome expected something like this, that the first thing he’d do is scare the kit a little. As she tinkered near the campfire to boil some water, she heard Inuyasha chasing Shippo around with terrible laughter, and she felt an inner peace take her. Of course he would be harmless. He didn’t even have it in him to actually catch Shippo; he just wanted to mess around. If he was good, maybe she wouldn’t make him put it back on until tomorrow. She grinned at the thought.

The thing really was filthy. Not just from the pig demon, either; it had needed a good cleaning for months, most likely. The plaque and grime was disgusting, even after letting it soak in the boiling water for ten minutes. She decided she could spare an old toothbrush and used it to scrub the thing bead by bead. Before she knew it, she’d been working on it for an hour. 

Inuyasha gave her no more time than that; he was ready to set off toward their next destination. She tried to convince him to let them keep that campsite another night, but it seemed he was… a little too confident in his newfound freedom for her mere pestering to work.

She didn’t think much of it. He wasn’t wrong to be in a hurry; there was a lead to follow, and it would be risky to linger. So they indeed set out. 

After a rather… bothersome three hours of walking, night finally fell. Inuyasha graciously allowed them to stop, and they ate some leftover soup for supper. 

It looked like he would make it to tomorrow without having to put it back on, after all; Kagome still wasn’t done scrubbing it, and she was too exhausted to pick up where she left off before. 

“Don’t go crazy from excitement, Inuyasha,” she told him as she crawled into her sleeping bag. “I’ll finish cleaning it tomorrow, and then it’s back to real life.”

She heard him scoff from the tree he’d chosen as his resting place. “Yeah, right,” he laughed.

Her stomach sank a little at this. Kagome did worry a little that he’d fight her about it, and if she was being honest, she didn’t quite know how she would go about winning that argument. But she told herself it would work out, somehow. She wouldn’t worry about it just yet.

But in the morning, after they had broken their fast and she had completed her cleaning job, she found herself at the moment she’d feared sooner than she expected. He was lounging in a low branch of a thick tree, eyes closed. The others were closer to camp, trusting the task to her.

She cleared her throat. “I’ve finished, Inuyasha.”

“Hmm.”

Well, that wasn’t a helpful response. 

“Come on down so I can put it back on,” she tried with a forcibly normal voice.

“No way,” he said simply.

“…What do you mean, ‘no way’?”

“I mean what I said. I already told you I wouldn’t let you put it back on.”

Her stomach hardened into a knot at that. This was going to be more difficult than she’d hoped…

When she threw a pebble at his head, she at least succeeded in getting him out of the tree. 

He landed roughly on both feet, growling. “What was that for? You tryin’ to start something?” he said, glaring down at her.

“That’s my line. Stop being childish and put it back on,” she said, lifting it up with her hands. 

He instantly stopped the movement by gripping the beads with his own hand, tugging and holding it back down with a strength that humbled her own.

He was smirking. “You couldn’t do it if you tried.”

Her mouth was agape. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll catch flies,” he said mockingly.

“Inuyasha,” she scolded, keeping her temper down. She tried tugging the beads, but they didn’t budge from his grip. 

His smile was more cruel than playful, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t scare her a little.

“Are you being serious?” she tried.

“Of course. You’re an idiot if you think I’m gonna let you put that thing back on me,” he goaded.

“Hey,” she huffed, mask slipping. “Don’t call me an idiot. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

He chuckled bitterly. “You’re not the one who kisses dirt because of it.” Releasing the beads, he pressed two fingers into her shoulder and gave her a weak shove, though it was enough to jostle her back a step. “You can’t make me,” he grinned savagely.

She saw that he was playing… sort of. He was smiling, for sure, but there was something resentful behind the facade of banter. He seemed genuinely vengeful. 

She wouldn’t show her growing fear—no matter what. Better that she acted the same as always, right? If she acted the same… maybe he would, too.

“Come on,” she badgered. “I’ll get you more ninja food next time I go home.”

“Nice try, Kagome,” he spat, towering over her with a puffed chest. “Admit it. You messed up. Stupid,” he drawled.

She would not let the tears form. Yes, she was growing terribly frustrated, but she couldn’t let him see. She’d have no shot of convincing him after that; she had to stay level-headed. Had to keep her reins in her own hands. She couldn’t reveal that she was getting embarrassed at her own naivety, and she certainly didn’t want him to know he was succeeding likely more than he meant to in intimidating her. Kagome didn't like thinking that her confidence in him depended on his wearing the beads; the thought made her feel dirty, like she had broken some sacred unspoken part of being his friend.

But then, he went a step further. And a physical step closer.

“Say it,” he taunted.

She scowled up at him, weighing whether to try and surprise attack him. But she knew he was too quick for something like that to work. “Say what?”

“Tell me to sit. I just wanna hear you say it.”

“Why would I?” she fumed. “It wouldn’t work.”

His smile was less of a smile and more like a smug way to remind her of the sharpness of his teeth. “Exactly.”

The sight was not ineffective. Her heart began to race, and not for entirely pleasant reasons. 

“You’re being mean, Inuyasha,” she said in a desperate attempt to regain herself.

He didn’t falter. If anything, his expression grew in vitriol. “I’m a demon, Kagome.”

“I know,” she yelled, rising to her toes. Her fist clenched around the necklace at her side.

“Then maybe you should start acting like it,” he growled. He was seething now, and Kagome realized that he had probably wished to say this—to reestablish his pride as a demon who wasn't leashed by a little human girl—for a very long time. In his view, the beads had been a sign of humiliation. Kagome had always known this, but she had come to believe that he didn't take himself so seriously as to be genuinely offended by it. The revelation of her mistake was no less than discomfiting. Yes—of course she knew he was a demon. But when he had the beads, this fact had seemed... unimportant. And as it turned out, an unfettered Inuyasha was a little more overwhelming than she'd expected.

What had she done?

“You’re—” she stuttered, and she wondered if the moisture gathering on her lash line was real or imagined. “You’re so…”

She watched the muscles in his jaw clench, watched his pupils grow to slits. Her ears stopped working; her eyes were blurring.

And when he lifted his hand toward her face, she couldn’t help herself.

She flinched. 

And it was quite dramatic. No way to hide it if it ends with your feet tripping over each other and your butt landing on the filthy ground. No way to cover it up when your breath is still recovering from a gasp like that. 

The shame of the moment had not hit her yet; she was still reeling, still refilling her lungs, still blinking her vision clear. She kept her head bowed, stuck on her lap. 

When she heard her name on his lips, she began to sense her mistake. But before she could fully decipher it, his hands were on her, under her knees and behind her back. She was in the air. She clung to him as he bounded through the trees, not even remembering the beads still wound around her fingers, until he found one he liked and burrowed them there within the branches.

Her hands were plastered to her face even after he released her. 

“Kagome…” he said, voice dangerously low. “Are you really…?”

Pounding. Her heart was pounding. She knew she was being stupid, but she had lost control of her body—and all she had was instinct, instinct, instinct when she saw him bring his fatal fingers toward her neck. Luckily, when he made the same motion this time, her eyes were shielded from seeing their approach. His hands pulled her wrists down, freeing her mortified face. She stared down at where he gripped her.

“Hey,” he said, jostling her hands. “Look at me.”

He didn’t continue until she obeyed. Kagome wondered if she looked as terrified as he did in that moment, and it encouraged her to attempt a calming breath. His voice, however, retained its anger from before—though its direction had changed. 

“I would never hurt you. Got that?” He shook her again, desperation taking over his features. “Burn it into your damn head. Beads or no beads, you’re—" he halted abruptly, black brows still drawn taut in the middle. “To hell with it,” he growled to himself. He loosened her wrists and gripped her shoulders instead, bringing himself closer. His golden eyes bore into hers. “You’re everything to me. The only person who’s in danger if I don’t have the beads is any person who’s stupid enough to lay a finger on you.”

Her tears streamed outright now, but she didn’t even notice. She was staring at his mouth, which was snarled in an angry frown. She licked her dry lips and said meekly, “I’m sorry, Inuyasha—I shouldn’t have doubted you. I don’t know why I…” she trailed off, the risk of her voice breaking too great to ignore.

“Keh,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Give it to me.”

Eyes widening for only a second, Kagome managed to nod her head before she loosened the beads from around her fingers. His right hand unlatched from her shoulder, and he placed his palm in the air to receive it. She lowered it onto his skin, the beads clacking quietly against each other as it collapsed from gravity. 

She supposed it wouldn’t really change anything for him to break them. He hadn’t lost control of his demonic blood in a very long time, and she figured the beads had lost their edge against him in such a form, anyway. Tetsusaiga was far more effective. And she supposed she technically didn’t sit him nearly as often nowadays, either. His behavior today would prove an outlier, she told herself; he was just readjusting to his freedom. It would be fine. She believed this firmly now, and she was ashamed that she didn’t from the start.

But Inuyasha did not break them; instead, he pulled them right back over his head and let them drop with a loud clatter around his neck.

“Wait, Inuyasha—“

“Shut up,” he snapped, but his remaining hand on her shoulder was gentle, and his eyes were, too. His voice remained firm, but he softened it for his next words: “I don’t ever wanna see that look on your face again. And if this is what I gotta do to prevent it, then I’ll do it.”

“Inuyasha…” she winced. “I’m sorry. Really, I trust you—you don’t have to wear them anymore.” Kagome pushed herself onto her knees and lifted her hands to grab the necklace, but his own hands were faster: he gripped and halted her wrists against his chest. She froze, eyes locking onto his from a mere foot away. 

His eyes flashed in warning. “Leave ‘em,” he scolded. “I’m not letting go until you say you won’t try to take them off.” He punctuated his words by a quick squeeze of her wrists, which were still pinned to his firm, warm chest. 

Kagome gulped, half dazzled and half annoyed. “…Only if you promise you believe me when I say I trust you.”

He looked at her, hard. She wondered at how his anger, for a moment, seemed to sharpen. Then, in one fluid movement, his hands shoved hers off of his chest and backwards—back, back, back until her wrists were pinned behind her against the thick trunk of the tree. She had lost her balance on her knees in the movement, and she fell back on her rear. He was leaning over her now, face even closer than before, close enough to feel his hot breath on her face.

“Do you trust me, Kagome?” he said doubtfully.

Kagome’s breath caught. “Inu—”

“Prove it. Don’t sit me.”

Before she could question him, his nose was at her throat. He opened his mouth—she could feel his heavy sigh—and he grazed his teeth against the skin there. “I don’t blame you for being afraid of me without them,” he said bitterly. “It’d be easy for me to kill you.”

“You would never,” she whispered, eyes clenching shut at the feel of him on top of her, at the strength of his hands, at the edges of his teeth. 

Something like a whine escaped him. “Sit me,” he said.

“No.” She angled her chin toward him, cocooning him even closer to her throat. 

“Do it,” he begged, hands tightening around her wrists.

“Inuyasha,” she crooned.

Her tone was more effective than that damned word ever could have been. He tore himself from her neck and stared down at her with an expression so pained that her heart ached. Their eyes met with an intensity he wasn’t ready for—and when she broke away to look at his mouth, he looked like he was going to lose his godforsaken mind. 

As a final nail in his coffin, she tilted her head up to brush her nose against his. “I trust you,” she said again, and he was off of her in a flash. 

Chest panting, he watched in awe as she sat up, brushed her fingers over her neck, and eyed him sadly. 

“Kagome, I…” He trailed off, the apology sitting on his tongue. 

“It’s okay,” she said. “I know you didn’t mean it.”

She was wrong, though. He did mean it. He meant everything he had done. Maybe not everything he’d said, but… there was something depraved inside of him that enjoyed hearing her heart beat insanely beneath him. Whatever it was—whether it was the demon inside of him, or the man even deeper within—he knew that whatever it was that gave him pleasure at seeing her flustered and heated and pliant was what the beads were really for. 

He would never hurt her—he knew that. He prayed she did now, too. But he also knew that there were different kinds of pain, and while he knew he would never hurt her with his hands, he couldn’t say the same about his words… or about his mouth, in general. 

And it was for days like today, when temperatures were running a little too hot, when words were flying a little too sharp, that he needed that extra incentive to stay in line. To not push her (or himself) too far. To remember that she was still just a girl, and he was almost fully a man, and that that might matter even more than the fact that she was human and he was not.

Maybe one day it would be different. Maybe one day, she would be ready to take those beads off of him—to keep him in line the way that he wished she would, with different words and a different method. A better method.

But in the meantime, he supposed they could just keep bickering like they always have, as if petty little arguments were really the worst thing he could do to warrant a kiss to the dirt.

“Inuyasha,” she said, pulling him out of himself again.

With just a look, he understood her, and he gathered her onto his back. They were back at the outskirts of camp before the others even noticed they were gone.

But what they did notice was Kagome’s commanding voice as she let fly one resounding word, and the loud crash (and wince) that followed immediately after. 

They also noticed that he didn’t even complain about it.

[wonijinjin]

light a flame: a christmas special (ot13)

author’s note: merry christmas to every one of you guys! hope you have a wonderful holiday, filled with love and peace.

synopsis: celebrating the holiday of love and family together, featuring you and seventeen, and of course a lot of the usual mess and chaos.

word count: 1.7k | genre: humour/crack, fluff | pairings: seventeen x gn! reader (platonic!) | warnings: mentions of alcohol, accidents (nothing serious happens), cursing

“jeonghan, catch these lights!” dk shouted to his friend while balancing more things in his hands than humanly possible. “i cannot catch them right now, my hands are full too you dummy!” he older replied, but it was too late, the long rows of sparkling lightblubs landing on his shoulder somehow, magically being able to stay there. “these fairy lights are the ones we are gonna put on the tree? i thought we agreed on having the colorful ones this year!” joshua questioned with a puzzled expression behind jeonghan, trying to get dk to listen to him while running around the living room of the house. “myungho and mingyu said it isn’t aesthetic enough for pics so they ditched the original plan, guess the information didn’t reach you.” the tall man answered while shrugging his shoulders. “well-“ “oh my god hoshi what are you doing? i already told you that we cannot put tiger stripes on the gift wrappers! now look at how these look!” cheol sighed, massaging his temples with his hands. hoshi pouted upon hearing cheol’s scolding, but accepted his fate and stopped his actions of wrapping everything in the patterned papers. “mingyu be careful, THE TREE MINGYU!” wonwoo shouted when seeing minghao chasing the big man with a spider he found in one of the decorations’ containers. “minghao put that stupid spider down! i swear if you trip i won’t take you to the hospital!”

this was the scene which welcomed you when arriving to jeonghan’s house to help the boys prepare for the holidays, which you intended on spending together. upon stepping inside a shadow almost knocked you over. “yall look who is here!” the youngest of the men stated, voice filled with excitement when realizing that you had arrived to help them decorate. “i think you really need my help, don’t you? becase this is a bigger mess than usual.” you chuckled after hugging dino, to which he nodded and giggled, motioning for you to make yourself at home as usual.

“listen up kids! we gotta make this fast. okay, the bss trio should cover the decoration of the room, and jun and vernon can do the tree, since jun is one of the tallests here and no way in hell i would let mingyu do it, his clumsy ass would cause an electric fire.” you gestured, learning from the scene of him running around you witnessed not long before. “hey! this is very mean!” the human puppy replied, sulking at your words even though he knew you were right. “mingyu and shua are in charge of the cooking, wonwoo can you help them?” you looked at him adjusting his glasses while giving you a silent thumbs up, showing that he is okay with the role of the little helper. “great, thanks.” the ones whose names had been called got to work while you discussed the remaining tasks with the rest of the group. “we definitely needed you here, suddenly everything is organised and is in place. you should be the leader, let me switch with you.” seungcheol said while walking up to you, smiling coyly. “do you think my nerves are trained enough for this chaos? because i am already exhausted.” you laughed back at him, getting ready to run some errads in the meantime.

two hours later the whole house was dressed in pretty lights and christmas themed ornaments everywhere you could imagine, providing a friendly atmosphere, the only missing pieces to the puzzle being you and the 13 men, getting together on the couch and chairs, celebrating another year in each others’ embrace. however, before you could fetch all the boys into one place you noticed that suddenly everyone’s sight was focused on seungkwan who had started dancing in the middle of the room, doing the mean girls’ choreo for jingle bell rock; of course the other two members of the well known gag trio had to join so the three of them gave a show to you and the members, slightly traumatising yall in the process. “what do i hear from the speaker?” after the ending fairies hoshi screamed so loudly basically everyone could hear it, even the ones who were in the process of bringing the food (which was an amount that could feed a whole town) to the living room. dk sang in a head voice. “it’s timeeeee!” everyone who had been watching the events unfold with mouths open lost it at that moment, bursting out laughing about how well he impersonated maria carrey in her iconic song without which christmas couldn’t start. “you are insane!” dino said while wheezing hard, trying not to choke on his water. you hurried to his side and patted his back when you saw that he was actually struggling to breathe, thankfully avoiding a crisis which would’ve resulted in a disaster for all of you. “look you almost made poor chan choke! your show was great but enough of jokes for at least now, please. let’s keep it together.” you said in a strict manner but with a warm expression. “you heard it! after the liquor and champagne yall are gonna be wasted anyways, let us have a little break before the full chaos.” woozi laughed while patting your arm, silently indicating that he was sorry for the boys’ acts. it was no big deal to you in reality; you loved these idiots who always made your days brighter since you got to know them, even when they made a mess which you usually had to endure; you didn’t mind.

“okay, is everyone ready for the secret santa?” scoups yelled out, gathering the kids from the different parts of the huge house. you went to your seat which was next to jun’s, on the left end of the couch, just next to the tree since the more responsible members thought you sitting there was the safest option before one of them knocked the whole thing over (it had happened before too many times, and yes it was drunk mingyu every single time). “i will start!” seungcheol raised from his place, taking one of the boxes from underneath the tree, marching towards his victim who seemed to be wonwoo. “so i got wonwoo, don’t wanna make this sappy and longer than it should be, you know i love you and how thankful i am for you, just open it!” he handed the gift to the latter who after getting rid of the wrapper revealed a headset to the others in the room, the one he had been talking about for months. “this is making me emotional i swear. thank you brother, i will cherish it and use it well!” he thanked his friend, giving him a hug. the rest of the secret santa event continued in this manner, the spirits not even once broken since the presents were all so great. at last it was your turn to stand in the middle, holding a bag close to your chest, looking at vernon adoringly. “so i am sure you already know who i got since i am like almost the last one to give, vernon i hope you like it.” in the bag amongst other items was a matching set of a hoodie and a beanie which you knew he loved and collected, along with a pair of ripped jeans as his previous pair was destroyed while filming a notoriously funny dance pratice. “wow, these are just my style, thank you so much.” his gummy smile was enough for you to know that he indeed was happy, hurrying to give you a big hug despite being on the rather not so physical side. after finishing the circle you told the boys to stay put for another moment and hurried out to the kitchen, bringing in 13 small boxes which contained a secret gift from you to all of them. “although i know we agreed on everyone buying only one present i couldn’t stop myself. i am so grateful to have you all in my life, and i know how hard you guys work day and night, and another album of yours is coming out soon anyways, so i hope you don’t mind that i bought these a little earlier-“ “OH MY GOD ARE THEY WHAT I THINK THEY ARE?” hoshi screamed in surprise, already putting two and two together. “yes.” you answered shortly after giving them out. “these are your new seventeen rings, since christmas is the holiday when we celebrate love, friendship, and family i thought it was the best timing for them to be revealed and put on.” you grinned “oh and by the way, i have a matching one too, not exactly the same, but similar so i would always remember you guys during the year even if we cannot see each other for a longer period of time because of your schedules.” you barely finished your monologue when the boys attacked you with big hugs, knocking the leftover air out of you when they squeezed you tightly. “darling this is truly our best christmas as a whole, i cannot emphasise it enough how much we love you. thank you for being here and putting up with us every year.” joshua said after breaking apart from the big mass of limbs. “let’s put it on, they are so pretty!” minghao said.

“may we have a good year next time too, and may we stay together till death! to us!” dk lead the toast, being already full with delicious food from the dinner, standing confidently in the room, raising his glass along with the rest of you. crinkling sounds filled the house while you cheered and drank; you looked around, tears welling up in your eyes like the holy spirit just got to you in time, realising once again how lucky you were to have them. it is true; they might be loud and chaotic, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

bonus:

“OH SHIT” “here we go again, he broke the glass.” “how are we gonna clean the rug?” “good job…” “get him away from the tree i am begging you.” “NOT THE TREE! MINGYU DON’T-“ “THIS IS THE THIRD YEAR IN A ROW FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” “and here i thought we would have a decent christmas for once…”

[envyaina]

chapter one. | j.jk x reader

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“Why are you always so annoying?” he says, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed as he stares at you, waiting for an answer.

You choose to ignore him. Closing your eyes and throwing your head back, already trying to stop the tears that you know are eventually going to come down. He seems to notice and scoffs.

“God, why are you so sensitive? Stop fucking ignoring me and talk to me!” he yells, slamming his hand backward into the wall, causing you to jump.

“Can you just stop and shut up? Seriously, I don’t want to argue with you right now. All I asked was where were you.” you said, still knowing this conversation was far from over causing you to sigh.

His eyes dart in your direction and he lets out an audible sigh, “Excuse me? Shut up? You’re really going to disrespect me like that? This is why you have no fucking friends. You’re disrespectful as fuck.”

You immediately look at him, eyebrows scrunching up before you stand up. “I have fucking friends. You ran away half of them, but I still have many by my side. You barely have friends because they know you’re crazy.”

His face contorts in anger, taking a step away from the wall as he lets his arms fall at his side. “I’m crazy? Me? You’re insane for talking to me like that. I’m doing everything I do for you and you are seriously treating me like this?”

You laugh, “You don’t do shit but scream at me over nothing!”

“You should be thankful I put up with you. You’re useless, and without me, you’d be nothing but a crying mess on the street,” he says, coming closer and poking a finger at your chest.

You pushed him back, taking a step back to create more space between you. “You’re so insecure that you have to pick on a woman because you can’t take up a man. Hell, you aren’t a man either. Real men don’t do this stupid shit. Without me, you wouldn’t be anything.”

He pushes you forcefully onto the couch and his voice grows louder as he hovers over you. “You think you’re tough, huh? How about you tell me that again? Without me, you’re nothing. Don’t you understand that? I could have any goddamn woman I wanted, and you should feel privileged I chose you.”

You stand up, angrily punching his chest then pushing him back as you point your finger at him “You’re the useless one, And fine, have anyone else. I would be happy to have you gone. Anyone else who puts up with you is as equally dumb as you are. You think leaving me would affect me but it won’t. I would be so fucking happy if you just left me alone forever. I’m everything you aren’t. That’s why you pick on me.”

“You know what?” He says before he puts his hands on your shoulder and gets close to your face. “Maybe I will leave you. I’ve had enough of listening to your goddamn mouth that screams and begs for attention. I could just find myself a younger and prettier woman in a second, or hell, I could just have a one-night stand with all the bitches that are always staring at me. What are you going to do then, huh?”

You shrug and smirk at him, “I wouldn’t do anything. I would enjoy my time away from you very happily. So go ahead, sleep with anyone you want, or leave me for someone else. You’ll be doing me a favor.”

“Well, then that’s what I’m going to do.” He starts backing away, but then he stops himself and grabs your shoulders again, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall with a lot of force. “Shut up, okay?” He says as he presses his body to yours, pinning you against the wall as his eyes widen and his tone gets louder and angrier. “Don’t you give me that attitude, or I swear your life will get worse than it already is. Just remember I’m the one in charge, got it?”

You look up at him into his eyes, “No. I don’t get it. You aren’t in charge. I don’t know who you think you are but you aren’t who you think you are at all.”

“How dare you speak to me like that?” he says getting even closer, pressing himself on you with even more force. “I’m in charge, and you know it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be with me. You wouldn’t be wasting time with someone that treats you like garbage… and you wouldn’t enjoy it.” He sees the tears starting to form in your eyes and he smirks.

“Oh please, I try to leave but you always come back with bullshit. I can’t without you finding me and dragging me back to this fucking place. One day I’ll move states, even countries to be happier away from you.” you say pointing your finger into his chest.

“Do you think you can get away from me?” He looks down at your finger pointed at my chest as he laughs madly. “I'll never let you go, ever. There's no way you can escape me. You'll be stuck with me forever. Even if you do move states or countries, I'll find a way to make you come back. You won't get away from me. And deep down, you know you're addicted to how I treat you.”

“I’m not.” You laugh, but deep down you know he’s right. “You say I’m useless? But you want to track me down and make sure I never leave? I guess I'm not so useless if you want to do all of this to make sure I don’t leave.”

“No one will ever have you the way I do, okay? Even if they say they want you, they don't. When you cry at night because I ignore you, no one will be there to comfort you. When you feel lonely, no one will be there to hold you. When you feel empty and useless, no one, and I mean no one, will be there to fill you. I'm the only person you have.” He smirks playfully, and then he looks at your face, expecting you to tell him how much you need him.

You laugh at that. “You don’t know that half of the stuff I do huh? You don’t know how many men text me every day, begging to fuck me? Threatening to kill you just to have me? how many men stay up at night comforting me and making me feel happier than I am with you? I am very useful actually. I have many people who would love to hold me, love me, and have me.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs.”What a funny joke.” He backs up a little and crosses his arms, his face showing a look of superiority. “Sure, sure, many men want to be with you. Keep dreaming.” He

pats your head playfully. “What are those men going to do? Love you as I do? Give you protection and happiness as I do? No one will ever make you feel as good as I make you feel.”

“They do it better. And it’s not a lie, if you go through my phone it’s all you’ll see. All the love I receive from everyone else that’s not you.” You say, hoping he believes you through the lies.

He laughs. “Yeah, sure, sure, darling.” He approaches you and caresses your face, his tone sounds a bit softer. “Look, don't get the wrong idea about these men. They want your body, that's all they want. Not your heart and your love. They want a night with you, but I want a life with you.”

You slap his hand away and walk away to your room. “That’s what you think. You are the only one who wants me for my body. You’re a fucking creep.”

“How would you know what they want? They just see you as easy and a chance to get laid.” He walks towards you, as he puts his arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Don't be so sure of yourself. They only take you as a joke, they don't care about you or your feelings.” He looks at you with a warm smile. “Only I do. But sure, if you really want to experience someone else's touch, go ahead. You'll soon come back to me after those men throw you away.”

You laugh at him again. “Oh, but I won’t!” You start grabbing a suitcase. “I’ll live my life man free and be happy! Being alone might be what’s best for me anyways. I don’t need a partner to feel loved, but I’m not sure about you.”

“Good luck with that, darling. No one will be there for you, remember that.” He takes the suitcase away from you, and he grabs your hips to hold you against him. “Are you really going to leave, babe?” His tone switches from a caring voice to a harsh tone. “You wouldn't last a minute in this world without me. And please, let me just hold you for a second longer. We've been together for so long.”

You remove him from your waist and you turn around to face him. “I survived without you before and I’ll do it again. And you can keep all of this shit. I’ll start brand new. New clothes, new hair, new home, new everything so I don’t have to be reminded what I dealt with before I was genuinely happy.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “You're so sure you'll be happy like this. But, what happens when you realize it's all empty? When you're so lonely and empty you start crying every night? Who will be there to comfort you? How will you fill the emptiness?” He looks at you, trying to put some sense in your head, but he feels you're being so stubborn.

“I don’t need anyone but myself. You think you fucked me up but you didn’t. You will be the one alone at night, crying from being alone, crying from having no one, crying from regret. You track me down for a reason.” You smirk at your last words.

“Yeah, right. Who will you call when you feel lonely? If not me, you'll call your mother just to cry all the tears you still have in your eyes. Even your mother can't handle your drama.” He looks at you and laughs again, but his tone is starting to get angrier and louder. “Do you think you can survive by yourself? Let's see how that works out...”

“We will.” you say before starting to make your way to the door.

“You're really leaving me?” he says, watching you moving towards the door. “Fine, fine, have it your way. But before you go, come here. Give me one last kiss.”

You laugh before grabbing the doorknob and turning back to him. “Oh please. Kiss my ass. Fuck you.” You say before turning the doorknob to leave.

“Damn, you really can't just leave politely and do one little thing.” He looks at you and sighs. “I don't understand why you're so mad. Why can't you be thankful that I cared enough to be with you? To love you? You know, a lot of guys would be with you just to use your body. But I wanted you, all of you.” After saying that, his voice breaks, and tears start forming his my eyes. “Why are you so angry at me for loving you? What's wrong with you?”

“So now you are going to try and guilt trip me? Your tricks are so stupid. Quit the act. You’re a grown man act like it. You don’t love me. You love abusing me.”

“Abusing you?” His voice sounds softer again, and he looks at you as if he was feeling offended by your words. “I've never abused you, ever. Don’t ever say that. I would never put my hands on you like that. You're just exaggerating because you don't like the truth. I've told you before, I do these things because I care. I care about you more than you think.“

“You don’t fucking care. I hope you find out what’s wrong with you. I hope you get the help you need. You’re ridiculous.” You finally get to your car and open the door.

He grabs your arm and his voice becomes harsher. “You don't get to walk away whenever you want to. You're not going anywhere. You're staying here with me. His face shows pure anger now, and tears drop from his eyes. “You're just another dumb, worthless woman who can't think for herself. He then smiles and starts talking but with a warmer tone. “Don't you remember all the good things I've done for you? The gifts? The food? The love I've given you?”

“You never gave me love, what are you talking about?” you say, turning around to face him as you lean against your car.

“See how you can't just appreciate the love I give you? You've got the memory of a goldfish. That time I cooked you dinner and you loved it? Remember? All those times I made you laugh and smile with my jokes? Or what about that time you were sad and I was there for you.” He puts his hands on your cheek, still holding your arm. “You need to recognize everything I've done for you.”

“I’m leaving. You haven’t done nothing but mess me up. Like i said, I hope you have a good life. I hope one of the girls who want you so bad and you have a good life. Hopefully you start a family and change.” you say pushing his hand off of you and turning to unlock you car.

He grabs your arm again harder. “You don't get to leave like that. Not before I tell you what you need to hear. You're making a mistake, you know. Just don't come running back to me when you find out how hard it is to live without a man, alright? Good luck with finding a man to take care of you. Because you wouldn't survive for a week without a man.” He shakes his head. “How can you expect to have kids or a family, when you can't even keep yourself together?”

You slap his hand and get into your car, immediately locking the doors. You roll the window down a little so you can continue talking. “I’m not making a mistake. The only mistake I made was saying yes when you asked me to be your girlfriend.” You put your keys in the ignition. “I don’t need a man to be happy, why don’t you understand? I would prefer to be alone anyways.”

“You just say it. But you don't know how it feels.” He crosses his arms and looks at you through the window, before getting closer so I can talk while looking at your face. “It's always the same. First, you don't need a man, and then you cry every night wondering where some guy is. You won't know how miserable you'll be, until you actually go through with this and feel the loneliness. You'll come back, believe me.” He smirks at you and chuckles. “You'll come back crying in your pillow.”

“I won’t. I’ll be far far away, living life single. Going on as many dates as i want. Fuckinh whoever i want. Loving whoever i want. And being as happy as i want. You are the one who’s going to be miserable.” you say, leaning back into your seat.

“So I'm going to be miserable because I don't sleep with strangers?” He laughs and shakes his head. “Good luck with that, darling. It's not that bad to be alone. I would be okay with that. It's not like you are the love of my life... I can get an even better woman than you, if that's what I want.” He tries to laugh again but he can’t. It’s starting to hit him. “God, you’re really leaving me, aren’t you?”

You roll up the window up and you smile at him through the window before waving goodbye. “Have fun.” you say before putting the car into drive.

He grabs onto the door handle, holding onto the door as you're about to drive off. “Wait, no. Just a second more.” His tone goes back to the sad one, and tears drop down his cheeks. “Please... don't leave. Don't go... I beg you. I'm sorry... For everything. For making you feel sad.” He looks at you through the glass with all the sadness in his eyes.

You stare at him, shaking your head at his behavior.

“Please... Come back. I don't want to be alone. I don't know what to do by myself. I can't stand being alone. Please, can we just talk and fix this.” He puts his hands on his face and looks at you. “I'm so sorry, I'll be more considerate next time. Please, don't leave me alone.” He starts hitting the window with his hands, as he doesn’t want you to go.

“Stop hitting my fucking window you psycho!” you yell to him through the window.

“Don't yell at me! This is all your fault! Why did you have to make me upset? I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry... Please... Don't leave...” He hits the window again, as the emotions overcome his body. “What am I going to do alone? What is this feeling?” He’s now having a hard time breathing. “ I don't know how to live without you. I need you. I need you, just come back.” he whines, tears falling from my eyes onto the window.

“You’re pathetic. Didn’t you say you can find a better woman than me? Well go find her.” you say before finally preparing to drive off. Putting on your seatbelt and adjusting your seat.

He hits the window a few more times before giving up on stopping you from leaving. “You're right, I don't know why I'm stopping you. Just leave, go live your life...” He lets go of the door handle and looks at you at the window. “Just don't ask me to take you in when you're all alone at night because the feeling is too much to bear.” He says, laughing a bit before turning to leave, still crying a bit.

You laugh too. Staring at him walking away as you then focus in front of you, finally pushing the gas to go.

He stares at your car as you leave. Tears falling down his cheeks as he slowly get on his knees. He takes his phone out of his pocket and calls you for the last time.

You ignore them, grabbing your phone only to text your friend.