#and their fighting and yelling and fist-shaking confused the hell out of me

[dashitsxx]

i'll wait for your love | gojo satoru x fem!reader | (I)

summary. If only you had given attention to the emotions your boyfriend felt in your relationship, it would have never reached to this point.

genre. angst. sfw.

word count. 1.4k

warnings. modern au. messy plot. in an established relationship. toxic relationship. toxic!gojo. mean!gojo. toxic!reader. prob workaholic!reader. inconsiderate behaviour. mentions of actions of neglect/abandonment (reader). invalidation of feelings (reader & gojo). fighting. mentions of past arguments. cursing. yelling/shouting. a bit of egoistic behaviour (reader). miscommunication. abrupt toxic break-up. party. light drinking.

notes. ngl, i love ariana's eternal sunshine :(( it's her best album, i fear! her songs are so pretty especially this one--but i might have probably used the painful interpretation in this song, but i kind of didn't like the plot i thought tho... but anw, have fun!! also, there might be a possibility of continuation of this one-shot. not sure about it yet :))

"You know what? Fuck you," Satoru cursed at you aggressively as he stormed out of the living room. Your jaw dropped, taken back by what your partner said. Did he just curse you? He did. He just told you to go off. You feel your blood boiling, you cocked your jaw as you pursued his steps to the bedroom.

You push the door open forcefully as Gojo sits on the bed with his head in his hands.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You questioned him firmly with crossed arms. However, he didn't give any response to you while you waited. Annoyance soared through your body as you spoke in the same emotion you were currently feeling, "Do you have a problem with me? Talk to me, Gojo. You are really pissing me off!"

A huge snort left Gojo's lips as he lifted his head, tilting it in the process. " 'What's wrong with me?' That's what you are asking? God, Y/N," he vexes at you. This time, your expression transforms into confusion, which makes your boyfriend feel exasperated. "You really don't know?"

He turns his head away from you while your expression remains unchanged. "It's always like this, isn't it? You don't even know…" A sudden pang shoots through your chest as you hear a trembling tone in his voice. What does he mean? You wonder. What have you done wrong? You walk closer to him but keep a certain distance. "Please, Satoru, talk to me."

Another snort leaves his lips and looks up at you, behind his bright ocean eyes were burning in rage red flames. He was angr—no, furious.

"You are so unbelievable. I can't even imagine why I am still dating you."

Your current emotional state was abruptly replaced by a look of shock, causing your mouth to hang open and your eyes to widen. The corner of your lips twitched as you exclaimed, "Why are you getting so angry at me for no reason? What's wrong with you?" Your voice rose in volume as you spoke.

"For no reason?!" Gojo stood up abruptly, deathly glaring into your eyes. "I am fucking infuriated because of you!"

"Then, what the hell did I do? I have never done anything wrong!"

"Yes, you did!"

"What is it?!"

"You abandoned me!"

Pain flashed through your eyes as the tension brewed more bitter in the atmosphere. Stinging silence surged between the both of you, but a heave of breaths sounded in the room. What did he mean?

"I—w-what?" You stutter, yet your boyfriend sarcastically chuckles. "Remember the time when I booked us for dinner? I waited for 2 hours, but you never came. Why? Work. Oh, how about the other time when I asked you to pick me up? Another 2 hours wasted, again. Why again? Work again! What a world record!" His hands turn into fists as veins pop off underneath his skin.

"Also, the time when I fucking needed you the most because I was going through something—where were you? Over at the club, having fun with you coworkers and just getting fucking wasted, just for me to bring you back home." There was a bitter taste present in his voice.

You shake your head as you approach him carefully. "I-I never mean—" But he cuts you off and dares to continually speak.

"By the way, I love the part where you just went batshit crazy on me for no reason last week! I love the time you stormed out and ignored me for the whole day while in the same house. I love it, really. Now, who is being unreasonable between us?" Gojo gives you a full hand clap as if you have achieved something innovative. A puzzled expression was displayed on your face, you didn't know how to react or what to say. You didn't know Gojo was feeling this way, well, he should have told you sooner then.

You opened your mouth shakily and asked, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

A loud, ridiculing sound escaped Satoru's lips. "It's because you never listened," he gritted through his teeth. This time, you rolled your eyes. "I would have listened if you had told me sooner."

He placed his hands on his waist, making a mocking face and said, "Well, I tried! And you never did! Because you are so focused on your stupid work!" You noticed his voice raising in volume and his words made your blood boil hotter. "Stupid work? I work because I want us to live a life where we do not have to worry about money! I work for us to have food on the table! Are you not proud I do that for you, for us?!"

"I don't even give a shit about the money!"

"But I do! I want to live a comfortable life!"

"But how about me? Have you ever thought about my feelings, Y/N?! My feelings."

You clamp your mouth shut and bite the insides of your cheek, unsure what to say. The once-forgotten silence lingers once again. A sudden urge to escape emerged in you and honestly, you were tired of this arguing with Satoru. With that, you let out a defeated sigh.

"I don't want to talk anymore, Satoru. Come on, let's go to bed. We can talk about it tomorrow morning," you attempt to persuade him, yet your boyfriend widens his enchanting eyes in disbelief. He couldn't believe you.

Satoru gave a sarcastic laugh as he mutters the word, 'unbelievable.' This only made you frown as you walked closer to him. You reach your arm out to touch him, but before you are even an inch closer, he aggressively slaps it away. Your jaw dropped open at his action and this time—something in you snapped.

Shouts after shouts echoed in the room, bursting in anger. Words were thrown against each other. The stress accumulated from the relationship and work got the best of you.

"I'm done with you. I'm fucking leaving you," Gojo walks out of the bedroom and you sit down on the bed, placing your head in your hands. "Go on then, like I care." You utter under your breath. You were so exhausted and your throat was feeling sore because of the yells you voiced out a while ago.

A huge bang reverberated throughout the entire house, which indicated that your boyfriend left the house. You lift your head before a tired sigh escapes your lift. You didn't want to deal with all the stress you are currently feeling instead you brushed it off by settling yourself into bed. You figured that Satoru would be back in the morning.

However, you were wrong.

A year later...

You take a sip of your wine as you give a huge grin towards the capturing camera, flashing brightly in your direction. You giggled as your friends cracked a laugh. Conversations continued before you informed them to leave for some breeze.

There were some hazy-looking objects as you tipsily walked, the wine glass being supported by the hold of your hand. It took you a while to find a room with a balcony til you encountered an open door. Currently, you were invited to an event hosted by your company in a 5-star hotel. You were definitely enjoying the night you deserved. However, you got a bit carried away with your alcohol intake.

Your heels clack against the floor as you enter the empty room before proceeding to the balcony. You sigh in contentment once the wind brushes your face, your hair dancing with it. You lift your head up to stare at the gleaming light between the vast ocean of darkness and luminary clusters. The moon had a very light shade of blue around its rim as your eyes continuously gazed at it.

You leaned your arms on the railings of the balcony. No matter how you try to push them to the back of your mind, even the celestial body reminds you of him. That darn white and blue shade, you curse.

Nevertheless of your daydreaming of missing him, progressive footsteps vibrate through the ground, which you had not given attention to.

Until they spoke, "Y/N."

Your eyes widened at the familiar voice behind you as you turned your body to find the source of the voice you were now facing upfront. A disbelief expression replaced the tranquillity you felt a while ago. You feel your body nervously shake at the figure in front of you, not in fear but in anxiety. You shakily move your mouth as you utter the name you have never attempted to leave your lips.

"Satoru."

all dividers are from @cafekitsune, thank you <33

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[novamariestark]

Negan comforts reader with pretty bad daddy issues from past abuse when she gets overwhelmed with memories from her younger life

Prompt list 2 #42 ?

I Got You Darlin'

Warnings: mentions of physical, emotional and almost s**ual abuse (if these upset you don't read), panic attack, death (short not descriptive), age gap

Word count: 2334

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Negan x reader

How did you end up there?

A deal. That’s how. A selfless sacrifice that was supposed to be your death. But no. Negan decided to keep you at the sanctuary instead.

You hated the man. You had watched him smash the hell out of your friend’s skull and just laugh it off. He went for another but there was no way you were going to let him die.

Glenn. The one who’s been your friend for as long as you remember. Even before the apocalypse. He knew about your “situation” and he did everything in his power to get you away from it. Offering you a place to crash when it got really bad, cleaning your cuts and even giving you his hard-earned money so you could eat.

The man was your savior. Your big brother.

So when he was sat at the other end of Negan’s bat, you didn’t even hesitate.

“No, pick me,”

Now what you thought would happen, didn’t. You expected the same fate as Abraham but no.

At first, you saw him as just another dangerous obstacle in this apocalyptic world. But the more you spent around him, the more you found yourself drawn to him. His charisma, his confidence, and his dark sense of humor were alluring, and you couldn't deny it. As your “friendship” or whatever it was developed into something more, Negan made it clear that he was attracted to you. But you were torn. You had developed a strong bond with Rick, the leader of your group, and he had become like a father to you. You couldn't betray his trust by getting involved with Negan, especially since he was the enemy.

But it wasn't just about loyalty to Rick. You knew that being with Negan would mean becoming one of his 'wives', forced to live in his twisted harem at the Sanctuary. You didn't want to be just another nameless face in his collection, used for his pleasure and discarded when he grew tired of you.

Little did you know that Negan would trade all of them for you. If you gave him a chance, it would be you and only you. Of course you didn’t believe him. Why would he trade much prettier women for you?

It had been a few weeks since you had arrived at The Sanctuary. To say that it was brutal here would be an understatement. Negan ruled with an iron fist, punishing anyone who dared to defy him. But strangely enough, he wasn't the worst thing about being here.

You had escaped your abusive father when you were 16 and thought you had left that part of your life behind, well you thought you had left your entire life behind. But then one day, after a few weeks at The Sanctuary, you heard a voice you hoped never to hear ever again. It was your father's voice, sneering and taunting. The exact soundtrack of your childhood.

He walked away. You instantly found that suspicious. And you were right. Later that night, you were abruptly woken up from your deep slumber by the sound of your bedroom door being flung open. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, a large, burly man grabbed your arms and dragged you out of bed.

“Hey, what's going on?” you yelled, trying to fight against his hold. “Shut up and come with me,” the man grunted, dragging you out of your room and down the hallway. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as fear and confusion set in. Where was he taking you? What had you done wrong?

You made your way through the dark, winding corridors of the Sanctuary until you reached a heavy metal door. The man shoved you inside and you stumbled, falling to the ground. As you lifted your head, you realized you were in a jail cell. Panic and disbelief flooded through you.

But as you sat on the cold floor, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was very wrong. Why would Negan want you locked up? Was it because you turned down his offer? An offer that you would have otherwise accepted had he not murdered one of your friends in front of you and maybe if he didn’t have a different woman for every day of the week. Before you could dwell on your thoughts any further, the door to your cell creaked open, and in walked none other than your father. He sauntered over to where you were sitting and leaned against the metal bars.

“Let's see why Negan likes you so much,” he snarled, unbuckling his belt. Panic rose in your chest as you realized what he was about to do. You pleaded and begged for him to stop, but he just laughed and continued to unbuckle his belt.

He roughly pulled you towards him, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol. You could feel his hands running over your body, tearing at your clothes. You screamed and struggled, but your small frame was no match for his brute strength. “Stop fighting. It'll only make it worse,” he growled, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. He pulled off his belt, holding it in one hand as he grabbed you with the other. But before he could touch you again, the door burst open and Negan himself stormed in, Lucille in hand. “What the hell is going on here?!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. Your father froze, his eyes widening in fear. He dropped the belt and took a step back. “I was just, uh, teaching my kid a lesson,” he stammered, trying to regain control of the situation. Negan's eyes flickered to your tear-stained ones, and you could see the fury in them. “Is that so?” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let me teach you a lesson, then.”

And with one swift swing, your father was dead. You dropped to the floor, numb with shock, as Negan dropped the bat and turned to face you.

“Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” he said, gently helping you to your feet. But your legs gave way and you burst out in tears.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You didn't resist, instead clutching onto him for dear life as you let out all your pent-up emotions. “He's gone now. It's okay,” Negan said, his voice surprisingly soft and comforting. He stroked your hair, trying to console you as best as he could. In that moment, Negan wasn't the notorious leader of the Saviors - he was just a man, offering comfort to someone who needed it.

But as your tears finally began to subside, you felt a sudden surge of emotions rushing through you. Without a second thought, you leaned in to kiss him, believing that this was what he wanted from you. But to your surprise, he pulled away, leaving you feeling confused and rejected. “Not when you're in this state, sweetheart,” he said, his voice now back to its usual rough tone.

Without another word, he led you back to your room, picking Lucille up along the way. Before long, you found yourself sitting on the edge of you bed. Negan disappears for a moment and comes back with a damp cloth. He ran the cloth gently over your scraped knees and dirt-caked hands, the cool water soothing against your skin.

“Come on, get back to bed, Darlin',”

You climbed into the sheets. You expected to hear the door open and shut again but when you didn’t you cast a confused glance around the room to find Negan taking a seat beside you.

“Aren’t you going to bed?” you asked, unsure of what his intentions were.

“I’m staying right here, making sure no one else harms you,” Negan replied, his intense gaze fixed on you, he leans forward, “And tomorrow, you will tell me who else was in on this, ‘cause I know he didn’t do it alone,”

As the night went on, you drifted off to sleep knowing that you were safe under Negan's watchful eye. And you went on to have the best sleep you’ve had in almost a decade.

The next morning, you woke up to find Negan still by your side, his head resting on his hand as he slept. You couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You turned over to watch him more closely, taking in all of his features. Negan was a tough and sometimes cruel man, but he had a softer side that he revealed only to you. His face had a few scars, but they only added to his rugged charm. His black hair was tousled from sleep and his stubble was growing in. You reached out to trace a finger along the lines of his jaw, admiring the way the sunlight hit his face. Negan stirred slightly, his hazel eyes opening to meet yours.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, his voice husky from sleep. He forward to move the hair out of your eyes, “How you feelin’?”

“You’re stayed here all night?”

“I told you I would,” he replied, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at his touch. You had never been one for romantic gestures, but there was something about Negan that made you feel safe. Something you had never felt, before or after the apocalypse. And you craved it. You craved him.

“Thank you, Negan,” you said, turning to kiss his palm.

“Now, who was it?” Negan asked, his blue eyes burning into yours. “Who helped your father last night, Darlin'? Who else touched you?”

“N-no one else,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “Don't lie to me, sweetheart. I'll know if you're lying.” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the memories of your father's abuse flooded back to you 'It was... a man,' you finally admitted, your voice shaking. Negan's expression hardened. “Who was he?” You hesitated, knowing that your answer could have consequences, “I don't know his name. He was just some guy who my father probably tricked into taking me there,” you explained, feeling the weight of guilt and shame on your shoulders. Negan's jaw tightened, and he let out a low growl. “I'll make him pay,” he said, his voice filled with rage.

You shook your head, “No, if he had no idea that you didn’t make that order he shouldn’t be punished for it,”

“He touched you!” he growled, picking up Lucille and heading towards the door.

But you grabbed his arm, “No, please. It's over now. I'm safe here with you,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes, giving him the prettiest doe eyes, he’d ever seen. Negan's features softened as he looked down at you. “Don't you worry, sweetheart. No one will ever hurt you again,” he promised, placing a gentle hand on your cheek.

Without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It was like a firework had gone off in your chest, his touch igniting a passion within you that you had never known before. His lips were soft yet forceful, demanding and yet gentle. It was a kiss like you had never experienced before, and you couldn't help but melt into it, your hands instinctively reaching up to wrap around his neck as you deepened the kiss.

“Lay with me?” Your quiet voice asked, as you held out your hand towards Negan. He looked at you with surprise, not expecting such a request from you. But without hesitation, he took your hand and led you to your bed. “Of course, Darlin',” he said, a hint of gentleness in his rough voice. It had been so long since Negan had been in bed with a woman, but not for the usual reasons. He had spent so much time using women for his own pleasure, but with you, it was different. He wanted to protect you, to make sure you were safe. He wanted to love you.

As you lay down next to him in bed, Negan wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, and it brought a sense of comfort to you. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

You fell asleep again and when you woke up, he was gone. Not surprising. He is the leader after all. Your hand moves to your lips, tracing the smile that forms as you remember the feeling of Negan’s lips. But that smile quickly fades as your mind batters you with the events that led up to it.

You fall back on the edge of your bed, a darkness seeming to swallow the room. Your mind begins to play tricks on you as shadows flicker on the walls, triggering a panic that’s no longer in your control.

Your breaths quicken, chest tightening as if an invisible weight is pressing down on you. The night before, a haunting echo, flashes vividly past your eyes. It opens the floodgates, and everything your father ever did to you came crashing through.

You clutch your chest, nails biting into skin, desperate for any kind of release from the weight on your chest. But the rush of emotions, the echoes of fear, they're relentless.

At some point, you had slipped off the edge of your bed. Now you were curled up into a ball on the floor, your knees clutched to your chest as you try to block out the memories.

The memories were so loud, you didn’t hear him come in, so you jumped when a figure sat beside you. He pulled you into his arms. You resisted at first, your body stiff and rigid, but he whispered soothing words and held you tight until you finally relaxed into his embrace. “I got you, Darlin',” he murmured against your hair, pressing kisses to your temple.

[A/N] Part 2? With smut??

Sorry this took so long. I started rewatching where Negan comes into the series and I got a little sidetracked [Too busy 😍😍 to be paying attention to what was going on 😂😭] I also rewrote this about 7 or 8 times.

#reader insert #female reader #negan x reader #the walking dead x reader #negan x you

[i-luvsang]

protection — song mingi

gn!reader , sniper!mingi , ateez lore inspired , angst & fluff , cw: violence, guns, bombs, injuries (not described at all!), totally unedited (you can yell at me for super bad mistakes if you so with i'll be grateful) , wc: 1.8K , HERE YOU GO @luvhyun3 kana thank you for planting this in my head i hope you enjoy <3

“i’m in position.” the sound of his deep voice in your ear is crisp, transmitted cleanly by the tiny speaker of your earpiece.

“copy that.” your own voice is taught and stern, as if to compensate for the erratic beating of your heart. despite the now familiar weight of the gun in your hand, you continue wishing you’d stop being so nervous for every mission. you know exactly what you’re doing, your hand is steady, and mingi’s is steadier. his presence is always the most confusing mash-up of comfort and absolute horror—you know he always has you covered, but the fact that he’s there at all means that he could be hurt in the process. you can picture him, perched in the high window of an abandoned building, covered in his black protective gear and his sharp eye peering through the scope of his long sniper.

but you don’t have time to dwell on your fear, his striking appearance, or anything at all when hongjoong’s voice patches in from his own position. “alright. move in.”

with that, your gun is pointed up in front of you the moment you silently slip from your hidden position, right into the open for the enemy forces to see. immediately eyes are trained on you, and not even seconds later, so is their gunfire. you save your bullets, sprinting to and dropping down behind the corner of a building while letting mingi pick off those who pose the most danger to you with his impressive effectiveness.

for today, your role is dangerous; you’re the distraction, and your one job is to draw their fire for as long as you can. you dart closer and closer to the enemy base, always searching for an open shot between cover and allowing mingi to thin the lines of the gunsman for you. only the last few stand when you hear another voice in your ear.

“we’re in.” san confirms he and wooyoung have made it inside the core of the base, about to begin their search for enemy plans and destroy anything potentially harmful.

but that doesn’t mean you’re done quite yet. the more to help them the better, so you make the last dart up to the guards and engage in hand to hand combat in order to get inside from the main entrance. especially with the help of mingi, your fight to the door goes without you receiving any wounds worse than a fist to your face or gut. sure, those hurt, but they’re easy to shake off when you could be feeling the unforgiving sting of a bullet.

just as you place a hand on the door, you hear a shout in your ear. it’s his voice, calling your name frantically.

“run!” 

your instincts kick in, and you know fully well to trust him. you sprint to the side, trying to reach cover around the corner of the building, but mingi’s desperate warning is swallowed up by the deafening boom of a hand-thrown bomb, it's blidingly bright flash, and the following darkness.

—

your ears are ringing like literal hell, and that’s all you can process for a long, long moment. next is a blur in front of you and a distant voice calling out to you. your name, maybe?

“m-mingi?” you can’t hear yourself, but you hope he can.

“i’m here, i’m right here. just keep looking at me, okay? you’ll be fine.” his words still sound as if he’s speaking to you from above water, and you’re the one drowning. then the pain hits and you wince almost violently when he tucks an arm under your shoulders and pulls you up into his chest. “sorry, i’m sorry, but i gotta get you out of here.” his other arm hooks under your knees and he stands with you tucked securely into his arms.

with the pain and the constant ringing in your ears, you’re unaware of anything around you but the sight of mingi’s determined face, inches away from your own. his brows are furrowed with worry and a tight frown is cemented in his features as he runs to get you to safety. you wonder if you’re making things up when you notice a glisten in his sharp eyes, as if so afraid for you he’s teared up.

“i’m alright,” you mumble, trying your best in your dazed state to comfort him. he shifts his gaze down to meet your eyes for just a split second, his face softening infinitely in that moment.

“you are alright,” he repeats, a confirmation for you and himself. in the periphery of your senses, you hear shouting, maybe the screeching of tires. your head falls from mingi’s chest in your effort to see around you and you catch sight of a familiar black van, just meters away.

“hurry!” the large door of the van on the side facing you is thrown open, and jongho’s voice meets your ears just before the sounds of gunshots resume, coming from above. the moment you’re right by the van, jongho takes you from mingi’s arms, pulling you inside so mingi can scramble in after you.

the car begins moving before the door is even closed, and this time it’s yunho’s voice that you register coming from the driver’s seat as jongho sets you down on your side in the wide bed of the back of the van.

“we’re going back around to get san and wooyoung,” yunho informs.

mingi just nods, keeping all of his attention on you. he says your name softly, barely audible over the gunshots that follow the van. he tucks a hand under your head to keep it from knocking against the hard floor as jongho assesses the wounds littering your body. mingi’s other hand gently strokes your hair.

from behind you jongho lets out a sigh of relief. “they were far enough away from the explosion, i think our biggest issue is the shrapnel. the medic will know better, but i think they’ll be fine. we just have to get back soon.”

everything’s still a bit of a blur when the van screeches to a stop and wooyoung and san pile in. finally, the car speeds away and the gunshots following you cease.

“i’m alright,” you mumble when san worriedly asks about your condition, and you let jongho give a more detailed answer. the rest of the car ride is mostly quiet after the nearly botched mission (wooyoung and san still managed to steal some enemy plans).

all that you hear are the comforting words and constant apologies that fall from mingi’s mouth. this time you’re sure you’re not imagining the sight of tears in the man’s eyes when he apologizes for the millionth time for not seeing the enemy who threw the bomb beforehand. you do what you can to ease his guilt, but you can’t say half as much as what you want to say when there’s so much pain coursing through you.

it’s only until the next day, as you lay frustrated and ansty, but patched up and on pain meds in the infirmary bed that you get to say to him what you want.

you wake up with him by your side after sleeping through the night, his hand holding yours and his eyes suspiciously red and puffy.

“mingi…” your voice is gravelly and dry, but his name on your lips still sounds like a song to him.

“yeah, yeah, i’m here. you’re awake, are you okay?” his voice chokes up and he looks down at the floor like it’s got something to offer him.

“yeah, i’m okay,” your voice breaks, and quickly, he stands and brings you water. once you feel as though you can talk longer, you continue. “i’m alright mingi, it’s all fine. don’t– don’t cry, please. don’t cry over me. i'm fine, you see?” seeing him so vulnerable breaks your heart, and in that moment you’d do anything to comfort him. it’s odd to see him this way, always so strong and precise in his work. emotionless, even.

“but i should have seen him, i should have prevented this from happening to you. i could have! i got him afterwards, all of them afterwards, but i was too late and you got hurt, and god, i just–”

“mingi, stop it. stop it please. you still saved me! i’m right here and i’m gonna be just fine. they would’ve gotten me if you hadn’t stopped them first and then you came down and you saved me again, you got me into the van and you got me here and because of that, i’m gonna be fine. you’ve saved my life countless times, i want you to remember that.”

“but you still got hurt,” he refutes.

“none of that, mingi, please! i’m okay. i’m still alive, that’s what matters. what matters is that i’m still here and i can still keep fighting for this, we can keep fighting for this.”

“but i want you safe,” his voice is pleading as he takes hold of your hand once again.

you sigh. “i know. and i want you to be safe too. but we have to risk ourselves for this, and you know it. you know we can’t just stop to be safe, because we won’t be either way. we won’t be safe if they get to us, so we have to fight.” you pause, afraid to say the next sentence that rests on your tongue. but memories that flood your heart in just a split second pull it out of you. first comes the moment you met him and you thought he was terrifying. then he smiled and your heart skipped a beat. you think of the way his expression always softens, lights up when you’re around. the time he fell asleep on your shoulder after a long meeting with the crew or the time he pulled you into a hug after your first mission, admitting he was scared watching you from up there. the way he cried while you slept because he just wanted to protect you. so you have to hope he feels the same as you and that you’re right when you say, “we have to fight so we can keep loving each other, right?”

he lets out a surprised breath. “yeah,” and it sounds like maybe he’s as breathless as you. “yeah, i love you. i wanna keep loving you. just scared. i can’t kiss you and hold you if you’re gone.”

“but i’m not. i’m right here and i love you too.”

he’s silent for a moment, battling with his guilt and fear. but he tightens his grip on your hands and gifts you a small smile.

“does that mean i can kiss you now?”

you just nod, smiling back as he leans down. his lips are soft against yours, a stark contrast to the professional side of him that’s sharp and unforgiving. but his hand brushing lightly over your jaw is gentle and the movement of his lips is full of love. he moves away just slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“never gonna stop kissing you,” he mumbles, still so close you can feel his lips brush against yours.

“good.”

#ateez #ateez mingi #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #mingi #ateez mingi fluff #mingi fluff #song mingi #song mingi fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez oneshot #mingi scenarios #ateez soft hours #ateez fic #song mingi angst #ateez angst #mingi angst #ateez crack #ateez reactions #mingi fanfic

[babydollmarauders]

One thing John absolutely wouldn't stand for is a member of any opposing team (possibly the rags) trying to get to him by making a comment about shortcake. It would not end well

Also, given the fact she's related to Dawson and friends with Jack (and most of the team)... yeah other player is fucked

oh god i can definitely imagine a rags player chirping John about Shortcake, maybe making a comment like “tell your girl that when she decides she’s done fucking a loser, a real man is right here for her.” or insults her

either one, John absolutely loses his shit, and if Dawson overhears? absolute hell breaks loose! and based on both of them fighting one guy, all the other guys can safely assume something was said about Shortcake, which means it turns into an all out brawl of multiple men fighting each other.

though i do imagine that something like that is how Dawson comes to the realization that John really is the perfect man for Shortcake.

****

“aww is your whore here watching you guys lose?” John’s head snapped from Shortcake in the stands to the Rangers player, a heated glare in his eye.

“the fuck did you just call her?”

the man beside him in the faceoff circle laughs.

“a whore. that’s what she is, isn’t she? heard she’s fucked half the guys on your team.” the player huffs, “fucking gold digging whore of a puck bunny it seems.”

John is blinded by rage, his blood boiling underneath his skin, so distracted that he completely misses the fact that play has started. it isn’t until the player beside him skates off that he realizes the faceoff is done.

it’s impulsive, the way John skates after him, not wasting a moment before cross-checking the man in the back.

the fight breaks out immediately, John gloves dropping to the ice first, his fist colliding with the Rangers player’s jaw.

“don’t fucking talk about her.” John grits out through clenched teeth, another punch thrown towards the man, this one missed as the player moves.

“don’t tell me you actually fell for her tricks.” the man chuckles, throwing a punch that hits John hard in the cheekbone. “damn, if the pussy is that good, tell her to call me next.”

John lunges forward, knocking the other player on his ass, throwing another punch and hitting the man square in the nose. punches continue to be thrown, both men ignoring the refs whistles, pushing through until blood is drawn from both players.

it’s then that the refs actually intervene, pulling them apart with the help of their fellow teammates.

John is served with a roughing major, instigator, and match penalty, effectively ending his night of playing. but to him, it was worth it.

the Devils still got two more goals, winning the game, but John knew what to expect when they got back to the locker room and he was right.

“what the fuck was that?” Nico yelled at his teammate, John’s head hanging low as he sat on the bench, already back in his suit.

“he fucking asked for it.” John huffs.

“so what, you let a fucking chirp get to you?” the captain is infuriated, shaking his head.

“you didn’t hear what he said! you would’ve done the same fucking thing!” John lost his cool, rising from the bench to look his captain in the eye.

“what did he say?” Jack chimes in from his stall, brows furrowed in curiosity.

John’s throat closes up at the mere thought of the players words, and when he makes eye contact with Dawson, who stands to the side, eyeing his friend, John’s lips downturn.

“i can’t even repeat it.”

“it was about y/n, wasn’t it?” Dawson pipes up, a solemn tone to his words.

John avoids eye contact with him, nodding his head.

“and you defended her.”

John nods again, “of course i did.”

Dawson’s hand floats in John’s vision, making the older boy face him in confusion. at Dawson’s expression, John claps his hand against his, letting Dawson pull him in for a bro-hug.

“welcome to the family, man.”

John chuckles at the younger boy’s words, shaking his head.

“the family?”

“yeah man, if you’re willing to break a guys nose for my sister, i think it’s pretty safe to assume you’ll be sticking around for a long time.”

the men grin at each other before John speaks.

“forever, dude.”

#faithlynn speaks 🪐 #ask faithlynn ✨ #maraschino cherry! au

[chokememaximoff]

Regrets & Resilience I

Abstract:Meet an Avenger with a past as heavy as her armor, caught in a web of history and heartache. Crushes and grudges collide when she joins forces with Wanda Maximoff on a wild mission. But when trouble hits hard, it's her turn to step up and shield the very person who resented her.

TW:angst,mentions of death,battle scene,detailed injury description,sight loss. That's all I think

I'm slammed against the wall by the angry Sokovian and I groan as my head bounces off the concrete walls of the warehouse. I push her away and that pissed her off even more and I was so confused. Yes we were on a mission in Sokovia to deal with Hydra, but these two twins were making it a living hell...and they were especially mad at dad and me. I don't know her, I never did anything to her.

"Let's just calm down an-" I hiss as her fist meets my jaw and her brother speeds to her holding her back.

"Let me at her Pietro! They killed them! You took everything from us!" She yells and I was more confused than ever. The brother speeds off with her and I find my way out of the basement I somehow ended up with while fighting with her.

Later on I ended up finding out her name was Wanda Maximoff and the weapons my dad built were the reason her parents were dead. I've never felt more guilty in my life.

..

Scratch that..I felt guilty every day now. After the battle in Sokovia against Ultron they both became Avengers and it was so awkward to say the least. She would make snarky comments at me every now and then and if it came to me training her she would refuse it. She was on amazing terms with everyone except my dad and me.

I walk by her room one night as I couldn't sleep from having nightmares, then I hear crying coming out of Wanda's room. I knock and come inside to see her asleep having a nightmare. My heart breaks as I see sweat coating her body and sobs making her whole body shake. I shake her gently and she doesn't budge. I do it once more and her eyes snap open. When she sees it's me she jumps up and slams me against the wall and I yelp.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Wanda says her voice broken from all the crying and I gulp.

"I-Im sorry I heard you crying-I tried to help you, I felt bad." I stutter out and she chuckles darkly.

"You didn't feel bad when your daddy killed my parents?!" She yells at my face and I feel tears brim in my eyes.

"Wanda I was a k-"

"So was I! He did it, so you're just as much to blame! You're his blood!" She yells and I shake my head, but she pushes me out of the room. " I don't wanna hear anything from you. I will never EVER forgive you or him." She yells with angry tears streaming down her face and I walk out the room crying. I go to Natasha's room and she was peacefully asleep as I silently walked in. I climb into her bed and she flinches sitting up, but soon relaxes when she sees it was me.

"Y/N you're crying. Another nightmare? " She asks caressing my cheek and immediately bringing me up to her chest as she cuddles me.

"I walked by Wanda's room and heard her crying..she was having a nightmare I tried to help her and she pinned me against the wall and yelled at me. She said it was all my fault because I was his kid and that she will never forgive me." I say sobbing and Natasha holds me rocking us softly.

"Y/N don't listen to her. You didn't do anything. You were a kid still in training and you didn't even know what your dad was doing. " She tries to comfort me, but something else was on my heart.

"Natasha I-I think I like her, but she hates me to my core."

"Well shit."Natasha says and I cry some more before eventually falling asleep with Natasha singing some Russian lullabies to me.

After a while I just kept my distance from Wanda not wanting to upset her even more. Even when she had snarky remarks or anything I would just mumble an apology and walk away.

"You two can't keep ignoring each other and fighting every chance you get when you are a team." Furry says and I bow my head down, while Wanda stays silent. "You two are going on a mission together ..bond." Furry says and Wanda chuckles.

"Don't expect me to pull her ass out of trouble, if she gets into it...I'm leaving." Wanda says with Pietro shaking his head. Pietro actually came up to me and said he didn't blame me, but that his sister was just in a different situation..whatever that meant.

It was now the middle of the mission and our comms were messed up by some Hydra technology. We were struggling really hard, but after a while we took care of all Hydra personal, or so we thought. I walk up to Wanda who was trying to get in touch with the team and I see a guy in a suit running straight at her. I push her out of the way and he slams into me, immediately crushing a few bones when his iron suit crashed into my body. I only had a leather suit with some protective gear on it today because I didn't think the mission would require my hard suit. I stand up and go in my fighting stance. He goes to shoot a rocket at Wanda but I quickly use my powers to create an energy shield around her and it bounces off shooting at us launching the both of us a couple of meters away. I feel a burning pain in various parts of my body and I cough from the smoke of the explosion. I stand weakly in front of Wanda again using my powers to create a shield and she slams against it.

"Y/N let me he-" But I don't hear her as the guy slams into me again and I feel a sharp stabbing pain in my side and I use the remaining energy to launch him away with my powers . I fall to my knees but still hold the shield in front of Wanda.

"Quit agent, I will kill you both." He says and I chuckle wiping some blood of my face.

"Get through me first. Starks don't quit." I say getting up again and he aims his rocket launcher at me and I run at him making him fall down on the ground. We roll around in the dirt and my head hits a huge stone leaving a throbbing sensation in my head. I still used my powers to keep Wanda in a shield while I fought with him which was almost impossible, but my instinct was to keep her safe. I have to repay her. It was all my fault. He grabs my throat between his hands and I struggle to push them off grabbing onto his wrists.

"Say hi to the other so called heroes we killed." He says with a grin as I could see his face now since his mask he fell off.

"I will die fighting."I launch him off me using all my body strength and roll onto him. I was hollow and empty, but I knew I had to carry on, even with my breathing becoming more and more ragged and my entire body just wanting to quit and die. I hear Wanda yell my name as she slams against the shield desperately trying to get out. I slam my fists against his face and go to take my knife out of my thigh holster to kill him, but he aims his rocket launcher at both him and me.

"Hail Hydra." He says and I try to use a little of my powers to keep myself safe, but everything goes black quickly as I'm blinded by the explosion and all I could feel was excruciating pain as I lay on the ground not even having the strength to move. I hear footsteps running up to me through the ringing in my ears and I feel warm hands on my cheeks.

"Hey! Hey! Open your eyes please." I hear Wanda beg through sobs and I weakly open my eyes coughing slightly. Even though my eyes were open everything was black as I cough and my lungs rasp I feel a metallic taste in my mouth.

"I-I can't see!" I mumble choking slightly on what I guess is my own blood and taking a weak breath as I panic." Are yo-ou okay?" I mumble taking a weak painful breath after every word and feeling around for Wanda who holds my hand.

"Fuck! I am thanks to you, why the fuck would you do that?! Are you crazy?! I treat you like shit!" Wanda says and presses an emergency button on her comms as I heard and by some miracle it goes through.

"I-I ..crush..on...you." I cough out more blood and my chest was on fire. Wanda's tear filled eyes widen as she caresses my cheek. "It was my f-fault..parents died..I deserve to d-ie protecti-ing you." I say and she shakes her head and I feel the world slipping away from me.

"No...no..I forgave you! I-I did!...Fuck I should have fixed it! Please don't blame yourself. Stay with me..Ill show you I'm not mad. I haven't been in a while.. I just didn't know how to fix everything so I just continued what I was doing." She says and I chuckle, but cry out in pain quickly.

"Don't be nice..becaus-e I'm dying. W-we ran out of time..I'm sorry ...M-maybe in another l-life..we are together..yeah sounds nice." I mumble and close my eyes. I feel my breathing slowing down until all I feel is a harsh metallic taste and it didn't even hurt that bad anymore.

As Y/N stopped breathing Wanda shook her head and wiped her tears with her bloody hands. She ripped off the parts of the suit left on the motionless body.

"You're not fucking dying!" She yells as she looks at the badly wounded body and she puts her hands in position to start reviving the helpless girl. "Stay with me please...please. I never wanted you to be hurt..you can't die now. It's not your time to rest yet..please don't leave me too." Wanda says and then gives mouth to mouth and continues chest compressions as blood pools around them. She hears the team coming in the jet and she continues desperately trying to feel a steady pulse in the weak girl in front of her. Natasha and Tony are the first to run out of the jet and they look at the scene of Wanda crying above Y/N trying to bring her back to life.

"No not my baby!" Tony screams running up to his daughter tears falling down as he cradles her in his arms and Wanda sits on the dirt defeated sobbing.

"Did you do this?!" Natasha yells at Wanda running at her, but Steve holds her back.

"S-she protected..me" Wanda mumbles quietly, while Natasha sobs on Steve's shoulder. Clint runs up to them and takes Y/N away from Tony and into the jet where doctors immediately start trying to revive her. They all haul in and they are soon in the air going as fast as possible to the compound hospital. They use the defibrillator on her and her body jumps up, but no heartbeat shows up. Wanda sobs holding her head in her hands. They try one more time and a faint heartbeat shows up. Wanda's head snaps up as the doctors put in a breathing tube and start putting in an IV with blood. Everything else is a blur as I just spent the ride crying my eyes out.

...

I wake up feeling a weird thing in my mouth and pain all through my body. I open my eyes but I'm unable to see anything even though they were open. I feel on my face for where my eyes were and they were covered by gauzes. I hear the steady sound of the heart monitor and I panic as I'm unable to speak from this thing in my mouth, everything hurts and I can't see because of these damn gauzes. I guess someone was in my room and heard me stirring as the chair scraped against the floor loudly.

"Y/N! You're awake! Okay calm down you have a breathing tube in,I'll get someone to take it out." I recognized the voice as Natasha's and she ran out of the room. I hear her coming soon after with a couple more footsteps following and soon enough I hear a new voice.

"Hi Y/N, I'm your doctor. I'm gonna take out your tube now so we can talk okay?" She asks and I give her a thumbs up. She pulls it out after a lot of discomfort and I take a weak breath with my lungs still on fire.

"W-water." I mumble and I am handed a glass of water which I clumsily drank.

"So Y/N, you were out for three days and to be honest it's a miracle you're still alive. Collapsed right lung wing from the stabbing, four broken ribs, multiple wounds basically not an inch of your body was free of wounds. You had a hard concussion and well the last one is the worst." She says and I listen curiously.

"What, did I like losing a limb? I feel them all...I just can't see because of these gauzes may you please get them off?" I ask in a raspy voice being out of breath just from saying that.

"That's the thing.. I am so sorry to tell you this, but when you came here there was blood and debris all over your face. At the time we thought it was just coming from the skin, but it turns out your eyes were bleeding severely and had been severely hurt during the rocket explosion. The debris ended up going into your eyes causing severe damage to your optic nerve. Meaning you have permanently lost your sight." The doctor says and I chuckle shaking my head.

"No..no I don't believe you. Just take this off and I'll see, you guys are joking ...please you have to be." I say weakly as I tug on the gauzes and the doctor sighs removing them while I hear Natasha sniffle. I feel the gauzes have been removed , but it all stayed dark. I sob and panic feeling around and I hear more footsteps running up to the room. "No please I can't...this can't be real!" I sob louder and I hear my mom cry out.

"Baby it's okay, you're going to be okay!" Pepper says sobbing and holding onto my hand and I feel another hand hold mine which was rougher and I recognized it as my dad's hand.

"Mama I can't see!" I sob ignoring the burning pain in my lungs as it hurt to cry.

..

Wanda listens in front of the room where Y/N was and she slides down the wall crying when she hears the heartbreaking scene inside the room. Her life is forever changed because of a stupid sacrifice.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #angst #fanfiction #gxg

[call-sign-shark]

The Blue Hurricane and the Mustache Man|| Modern! Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary:  Arthur almost regretted his decision to accommodate you that time he was shaving and you decided to mess with him... MASTERLIST.

general context: He's a former soldier and a drug addict trying to get better. You are an unhinged punk girl living in the streets. You weren't supposed to meet... And now Arthur's fate and yours are forever entangled.

Words: 1.4K

TW: Mention of drug use and craving, PTSD but otherwise it's funny and cute

Notes: This work is related to Pop Goes the Rat, which explains how Arthur and Reader met, as well as the whole context behind this Modern AU. However, you can read the two-part separately.

1 # The Mustache Man

“Hey old dog! Where are the ice cubes?”

You yelled from the kitchen, standing in front of the open fridge as you looked for the ingredients to make a fresh homemade lemonade. The fact remained that no one answered you. No reply. You closed the fridge and walked to the corridor, “Arthur?” You reiterated, louder, but only silence answered your call. Now you were sincerely pissed — why couldn’t he answer? After all, he was shaving in the bathroom at the end of the corridor, not in the garden or something. That was how you decided to burst the bathroom door open with one kick. Arthur jumped at the sudden loud noise, causing his razor to slip and cut his cheeks.

“Aouchhhh.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

“Hey fucker, care to reply?” You attacked him, your tiny fists on your hips, a cherry lollipop between your teeth, and the most angry pout you could make etched on your juvenile face. The soldier turned around and glared at you. He had still a bit of shaving cream from here and there on his face.

“Can‘t leave me alone for ten fookin’ minutes eh?!” 

“Where are the ice cubes?” You asked, teeth bared.

“In the bloody fridge, ye stupid brat! And, God! How many times should I tell ye to put some fookin’ clothes on?!” Arthur grunted, noticing you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt and black panties. Nothing else. 

“Hey. It’s not my fault if the temperatures are intense! Even my freakin’ vagina is sweating!” You exclaimed.

Arthur looked at you with a half-confused and half-desperate look on his face before shaking his head.  Okay, you were definitely bonkers. Straight out of the local mental hospital, he thought. Then, he noticed a second detail that made him frown,  “Wait. Is that me t-shirt?” 

“… Eeeeh. No?” 

“You stole one of me shirts.” He stated, “You live in me house for free and you steal me clothes… I swear I’m within an inch of kicking you rat ass.”  He growled, before focusing back on shaving his beard all the while mumbling and cursing you, “Fookin’ kid who annoys me the hell out… Should have let ye sleep outside,  should have never welcomed ye here I swear you’re such a pain in the ass, running half naked, stealing shits, and sleeping in me bloody bed.”  He stopped rambling when he realized you were still here, staring at him with your eyes squinted and your blue-haired head slightly tilted on the side, “What’s wrong with ye, stinky rat? Wanna fight?!” He barked, a bit more aggressively than he attended. 

“You’re forgetting plenty of hairs. And you're holding it wrong — see? You’ve plenty of small cuts on your ugly-ass face.” You said, your tone quieter than it was one minute ago. 

“Can’t you mind your own business, eh?”  

“Tsss! Lemme do it.” You did not let him have the time to react nor to truly understand your suggestion — and you did not care. What you did though was to grab him by the arm and force him to sit on the toilet lids. 

“What are ye doing?!” 

“Ah! Shut up Arthur! Shut the fuck up and stay still.” You scolded him. At first, he wanted to push you and tell you to go screw yourself, but words choked in his tight throat the moment you sat on his lap and straddled him, the weight of your small body pressing against his. Before he could even realize what was happening, you snatched the razor from him with one hand and grabbed him by the chin with the other. Arthur’s wide-opened eyes finally met yours, “There.” You finally said with a surprisingly soft voice he did not expect to hear from your foul mouth. You started to shave him, not minding the astounded expression on his face.

Surprisingly enough, the way the blade slid on his skin was so smooth he didn’t feel anything. Arthur relaxed a little bit. His brows frowned slightly as he observed you from that close. His steel-blue irises, hardened by the war and one suicide attempt, captured every tiny detail of your broken-doll face: the shape of your eyes, the juicy flesh of your lips as well as the black stains of your slightly runny makeup... Arthur sighed, his blazing breath caressing your skin. At one point, you almost lose your balance, though.

“Hey careful! Yer not a fookin’ Peaky Blinders! Don’t cut me face with blade nor slit me bloody throat!”

"Oopsie?"

"She almost sliced me and she says "hihi oopsie", tsss..."

It was how the soldier came to the conclusion that holding your hips to keep you stable was a good idea.  A weird wave of warmth blossomed in your stomach when his large and strong hands grabbed you firmly, but still, you decided to ignore it.

“Okay, I’m almost done.” You put the razor in the sink and grabbed a towel to clean Arthur’s face. Once everything was done, you pressed an annoying kiss on his cheek —he growled in response— and stood up. Somehow, he was a bit disappointed when your body left his. Still, you took two steps back to admire your masterpiece with the biggest and sharkiest smile plastered on your bratty face, “Hey Arthur. Nice mustache.”  You blurted out.

“What? OH! DON’T TELL ME YE DID THIS!” Arthur almost jumped from the toilet lid to check his face in the mirror. With one panicked hand, he started to pat his cheek while his piercing steel blue eyes looked at the horrible thing you had left under his nose, “WHAT THE FOOK.” 

You burst into a crazy ass laughter, delighted by the way he reacted to his new style. 

“Shave it off! Shave this awful mustache off! Look at me face?!” He turned to you and grabbed you by the shoulder a bit too fiercely, "I look like a fookin' grandpa!"  

“Okay okay, calm down fucker! Imma shave it. You’re so boring!” You complained, rolling your eyes and stomping the floor with your bare feet to show your discontent, "So boooring!" You reiterated. Looking forward to getting rid of the mustache, he sat a second time and let you straddle him but this time, his arms locked around your waist so strongly you could not help but yelp in surprise, “The hell you’re doing?!”

“Ain’t gonna let you go as long as you don’t shave the mustache.” The gravel in his voice was highlighted with genuine military authority, "So hurry the fuck up before I smash yer head against the wall."

“Alright, no need to be so mean.” Resigning yourself, you grabbed the razor for a second time. You were about to shave him when you stopped in the middle of your motion to look him right in the eyes though. With your brows slightly frowned, you brought your face so close to his that the top of your noses bumped together. Arthur, stunned, stopped breathing. He wanted to say something but the thing is he could not — his words didn’t want to leave his throat, petrified by the proximity between you. And, somehow, his soul didn’t want you to back off.

 Silence fell above the bathroom as your little and cold fingers grazed his upper lips. 

Boom. Boom. 

The beating of his heart quickened for each time your skin brushed his, he would feel a surge of electricity running his whole body. Had her perfume always been so sweet? He thought. Arthur gathered all his strength to focus on something else but he could not  — his steel blue irises inevitably fell on your slightly parted lips, between which he could see your tongue playing with the lollipop. A shaky breath escaped from his mouth. Gosh… How bad he wanted to kiss you. To taste the sugar of the candy straight from your flesh. 

“You should keep it.” Your voice snatched him from his thoughts.

“Eh?” Arthur said, blinking several times to get a grip on himself.

“You should really keep the ‘stache.” 

“Go fook yourself baby doll, I ain’t keeping it!” He grunted, showing his teeth like a wounded wolf. Baby doll — it had escaped from his mouth before he could even realize it 

“But it suits you well! I mean, I did it as a joke but it looks really good on you!!”

“You kid me right?” He raised a brow, “No way.” 

“Ohhhh please!! Pretty please Arthur, pleasepleaseplease!” You begged, suddenly bouncing on his lap, “pleaaaase! I'll be super nice and quiet for a whole day if you keep it just a lil' while!”

Another surge. Arthur's jaw clenched, the movements of your body making erotic thoughts dawn in his mind. “STOP THAT, EH.”  He tightened his grip on your hips to keep you from moving, his cheeks burning all of sudden for blood had rushed to his face. The soldier let out an angry sigh and looked at you, sighing. To be true, he had tried to send you off — he had really tried his best, but there was something in your adorable pout and your big shiny smile that got him on his knees, and it frustrated him even more. As annoying as you were,  he couldn’t refuse you anything because he ultimately liked the way your beautiful eyes lightened up when you smiled — or the melody of your bratty laugh, “Alright…”

“So you’re keeping it?! Really??”

“Just for the week-end. Off the 'stache goes after this delay. Got it?" He grunted, one brow raised.

"Got it. I'll obey your orders" You whispered, your fingers losing themselves in his slicked-back hair, " You know why?"

"Hm?"

"Because you're fookin' Peaky Blinders." You teased.

"... Get fucked."

♠️ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

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[emmcfrxst]

(A/N): Based off Batman and Robin (2011) #20 where Bruce tricks Jason into going back to the place he died under the pretense of a bonding trip in hopes to trigger Jason’s memories of how he died, and subsequently how he came back to life, so Bruce could bring Damian back from the dead. Reader is Jason’s childhood friend. Jason isn’t present, but is heavily mentioned.

Warnings: mentions of psychological/emotional abuse, allusions to jason’s death and heavy trauma, bruce finally getting repercussions for being a horrible fucking excuse for a father, violence, the end of any semblance of a relationship between jason and bruce

Alfred barely has time to greet you before you storm further into the batcave, grabbing Bruce by the collar and hauling him off the computer chair with the kind of strength that only pure fury can muster. Your fist collides with his cheek, stunning Dick, Tim, Barbara and Alfred, who freeze into place, unaware of why you’re so angry.

“How fucking could you, you motherfucker!” you yell, curling your hands into Bruce’s sweater, shaking him violently. Not waiting for an answer, you punch him again, pushing him with all your might, your eyes filling with angry tears.

“He trusted you! He fucking—“ You take a shaky breath as your voice breaks, eyes filled with disgust. “He fucking trusted you, Bruce. And you… You… HOW could you?” Wiping at your face angrily, you let out a sour, disbelieving laugh. Everyone is still frozen in place, holding their breaths, waiting for an explanation. No one has ever seen you this angry.

“Haven’t you made him suffer enough already? Did you really have to fucking do that?” You question Bruce, voice bordering on hysterical. The man in front of you flounders for an answer, only managing a weak “I had to.” that makes your blood boil and your heartbeat pound into your ears.

“You had to? HAD TO? Surely you could’ve found other ways to get what you wanted— you’re Batman, for fuck’s sake! You could’ve used one of your stupid fucking gadgets! You could’ve forced Talia to speak! Hell— he would probably have helped you if you’d asked, because his heart is just that fucking big. But no, you had to trick him, huh? Had to traumatize your son even fucking further. God, you disgust me so fucking much.” Every word is punctuated with a harsh poke to Bruce’s chest, and you slap him one more time before running your hands through your hair, pulling at the roots.

“Have you ever even cared about him?” You ask quietly, tears freely running down your face. “Have you ever even seen him as a human being? Or was he just a fucking tool to you, someone you could turn into your own little side soldier like you’ve done with the others?” Pausing to let an angry sob wrack through your body, you look at the man you once saw as a father figure, seeing nothing but a monster in his place.

“How can you ever call yourself a father? If the only child who truly matters to you is your biological one? The one you didn’t even fucking know about for the first fucking decade of his life? How can you ever look at yourself in the mirror? Convince yourself that you’re any different than the criminals you fight every night?” You see a flicker of hurt wash across Bruce’s face before he quickly schools his expression back into one of stoicism. Your heart preens at the momentary display of weakness.

“Did I hurt your little feelings, Bruce?” You ask, smiling coldly at the man. “Good. Fuck you.” Giving him one last disgusted look, you turn on your heels, heading for the exit of the batcave, meeting the worried, confused gazes of the people you’ve come to consider family, and comfort yourself with the knowledge that they seem unaware of what Bruce has done. But not for long.

“Have fun explaining yourself, Bruce. If I ever see you anywhere near Jason, I will kill you.” Bruce knows you’re dead serious. You won’t hesitate to kill him if he ever approaches Jason again. Because what he broke is beyond repair. And things will never be the same. And all of it is his fault.

#jason todd #red hood #robin #bruce wayne #batman #dc #jason todd fic #red hood fic #bruce wayne fic #batman fic #batfam fic #batfam angst #jason todd angst #bruce wayne angst #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #abuse tw / #abuse mention / #it’s mostly dialogue bc this comic makes me want to verbally destroy bruce <3 #also ik dick is supposed to be dead (aka undercover) or something around this time but i want him there to be mad at bruce

[bygiornogiovanna]

Idea. Yandere Jolyne x male reader who's Kakyoin's son and are childhood friends and they also have a daughter together who is still a newborn. But he leaves Jolyne as he doesn't trust her with there daughter. But Jolyne finds them and says "Yare Yare Dawa. I don't want to leave her family like my old man did to me and my mom." And takes reader away. Also this is in 2017 5 years after part 6 ended and Kakyoin dies to Pucci so Pucci would die to Jotaro so Kakyoin's son is also still depressed about his dad's death which is why him and Jolyne hook up to try and make him happy but it doesn't work. Just wanted to clarify that. So seems like a lot to work with but I think you can something good out of this.

This is an interesting idea. I like it. Let's see how well I can do. First time writing a x male fic, i think.

Tell me if i missed any detail! (I hope I didn't lol)

happy (almost) 500 followers!

apologize it took so long.

Won't get away

(Yandere! Jolyne x Male reader)

It all started 5 years ago.

Jotaro and Kakyoin, as well as their children, were fighting against the priest that tried to finish what Dio started.

It was a tough fight, the time speeding so fast was confusing. Weeks passed with every minute and they had no time to waste. If they didn't stop Pucci, Dio's dream would come true.

"Emerald Splash!" Kakyoin screamed, directing his Hierophant Green in attempt to distract Pucci, who was getting awfully close to Jolyne. It worked, the priest's attention now on him, creating the perfect bait for the start of their plan.

"Star Platinum! The World!" Jotaro yelled and time stopped. Nothing was moving anymore, but Jotaro knew he had only a few seconds to do something or the battle would be over. He had to move and do something, anything now.

7 seconds left.

Before he could reach Pucci and snap his neck, Jotaro noticed something horrifying.

Both Kakyoin and Jolyne were in danger.

Kakyoin was surrounded by hundreds of knives that would stab his insides the very second time would start again. Exactly the same position he was in 23 years ago, when he battled Dio.

5 seconds left.

And his daughter had Pucci right beside her, his fist an inch away from piercing her stomach.

For the first time in his life, Jotaro was terrified.

Life put him in the position of choosing whether to save his life-long bestfriend, taking the risk of ending the world or save his daughter and bring this hell to an end.

His heart was racing in his chest, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

4 seconds left.

His eyes darted to Kakyoin, all the memories of what they went through flashing in his mind.

They moved to his son, who was standing there frozen as everyone else. He would hate him forever.

3 seconds left.

You can't do good without sacrifices.

He learned that long ago, after losing two of his other friends.

With pain in his heart, Jotaro made his decision. He dashed to Pucci and pushed him away from Jolyne, his punches letting all his fury out.

"Time starts moving again." He whispered and everything resumed. The injured priest was thrown away at an insane speed, landing straight into a building with a fatal injury.

At the same time, Kakyoin was pierced by the knifes, falling helplessly onto the ground. As soon as Jolyne realised what happened, she called out her stand into an useless attempt of saving the red haired man.

However, it was too late.

Both Kakyoin and Pucci died, proof being the disappearance of their stands. Time moved at a normal speed again, minutes passing correctly, while the emeralds left by Noriaki vanished.

"Dad!" An awful scream made its way out of your lungs, tears flooding your eyes at the realization. You ran to your father's lifeless body, shaking him. "Please, dad, no! Don't leave me too!"

Jotaro felt his usually stoic heart crumble into pieces at the sound so he looked in other direction, far away to the ocean. His breathing was heavy, both because of the injuries and the guilt he felt.

There was nothing he could do anymore.

Ever since that day, you fell into a sever depression. You were constantly thinking about your father and why did the universe decide it should take him from you.

You couldn't blame Jotaro for choosing to save the world over saving your father. It was the right decision. But you also couldn't get over the fact that the only person you had left disappeared.

You looked like a mess every day and even if you had a job, you couldn't say your life was good. Your only social contact outside your work zone was Jolyne and you honestly couldn't say it was good.

Her emerald eyes were a constant reminder of your dad's stand, which made your heart break every time.

Jolyne was desperate. She had no clue what to do with you. Most considered you were a lost cause, but she didn't want to give up on you. She refused to. You two grew up togheter, she could not give you up.

It broke her heart. Seeing you like this made her want to cry out.

She tried talking you into therapy, but you refused to cooperate.

"Come on, it's been years, Y/N. You have to stop drinking your pain away, you are ruining yourself! Your dad would hate seeing you like this!" she said, shaking you. When you were not at work, you would drown yourself in alcohol, being your only escape.

"Stop."

"It's true! Mr. Noriaki would hate seeing how you destroy yourself every day, he-" she wanted to scold you again, but you suddenly yelled–

"Stop talking about him as if you know anything! It's only your fault anyway!"

Jolyne took a step back at your outburst. She knew you didn't mean it, but with the way your eyes held a deep hatred...Her heart ache.

"Yare yare dawa..." she shook her head, biting the inner part of her lip anxiously. You took drunk steps towards her, your much taller frame covering hers. "You have no idea what you're saying, let's get you to bed." the girl murmured, going to take your hand but you jerked away from her, almost falling before you were able to brace yourself.

"I'm t-tired of everyone acting like the-y kn...knew my father! I'm the only one th-at " you stumbled upon your words. "I'm just f-fine with how I live."

"Whatever you say." she took your arm successfully this time and dragged you to your room. You were trying to get away from her grip, but she refused to let go, throwing you onto the bed easily because of your drunk self.

The next day, you couldn't remember anything from that night. The only thing you remembered was that her lips met yours to shut you up and, from then...Blank. Everything was blank.

When you opened your eyes, you certainly didn't expect to see Jolyne laying next to you....naked. You looked around the room, the bright light burning your eyes. This was your room, there was no doubt. So why was Jolyne naked?

You knew she had a habit to sleep in her lingerie, but that didn't explain why you were also naked. It couldn't be that, could it?

However, the ache on your broad shoulders going all the way to your lower back, the way her neck was covered in small bite marks and hickeys, along with the ripped sheets beneath her, proved you wrong. That it could be.

You and your childhood best friend, Jolyne Cujoh, just had sex. And from the unseenable condom, it was unprotected.

No words were spoken between the two of you as Jolyne muttered a small 'Yare yare dawa' when she first got up. And she just left in silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Even if it wasn't the right thing to do, you completely cut off every single way she could contact you. Blocking her number and all of her social medias, even her father's and her friends', you even went as far as changing the locks in your home, you ignored her existence as if she never existed in the first place. Not even knowing about the growing baby in her belly.

And, that didn't go unnoticed by the young female.

The woman wasn't patient as this trait didn't run in her family. She tried everything, even broke into your home, which almost made you get you a restraining order.

That, until you saw the loose skin on her belly, decorated with stretch marks. Which could indicate only one thing. A previous pregnancy.

"Where is the child, Jolyne?" you asked coldly as the woman glared at you with bright green eyes.

"She is in the car with Ermes. Now, you will come with me, get your life back together and raise that damn child!" she hissed at you with a stern and determinated look on her face.

"No. The child comes with me, I don't trust you with her. Not after what ha-" you were about to say but suddenly, a bright blue string wrapped around your mouth multiple times, shutting you up.

"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence. Don't blame my father for your father's death." Jolyne spoke angrily with a twisted look in her eyes.

You whined in protest, summoning your stand to try and fight back but the string around your mouth only tightened. She was undeniably stronger than you so you retreated your stand immediately.

"Yare yare dawa..." she clicked her tongue annoyed. "I don't want her to have an incomplete family as I did. You won't leave like my old man did to me. Under no circumstances will I allow that." the crazy tone that lingered in her voice made you shiver as you never saw Jolyne so determined.

"You will be with me. End of the discussion. Willingly or not, you are mine."

And after that, everything went blank.

#jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jjba x you #jjba headcanons #jjba #yandere themes #jolyne cujoh #yandere jolyne x reader #yandere jolyne #jolyne kujo #jjba jolyne #jolyne x reader #jjba part six #jjba part 6 #yandere x reader #male reader #jojo jolyne #jolyne x male reader #jjba au #jjba angst

[judgementdaysunshine]

Chyna request pls babes!!! Anything works for me

Self defense

Pairing: Chyna x Fem reader

Description: After being attacked by DX, Chyna teaches you self defense to fight back

The heavy feeling flowing through you didn't stop as you walked to your locker until you're suddenly thrown on the floor yelling as you tried to get up swinging and kicking until you were grabbed by your neck and lifted up off the ground. You plead and yell as tears flowed down your face clawing into Triple H's arms with the rest of DX laughing and taunting you until a booming voice breaks out "LISTEN HERE YOU BASTARD" you run after being dropped on the ground thanks to Stone Cold interfering running until you were in front of the door of the APA shaking as you walk in after a yell of come in standing across the two bigger men who looked up when you trip while trying to quickly close the door "I don't have much money right now but I..I promise to pay you back just please I need help" normally they wouldn't be worried by panicked people walking in but when they see your fearful teary expression along with you shaking head to toe with a bleeding nose and hand print on your neck then they knew you weren't safe being escorted to medical sitting there with them as your anxiety began to dissipate "Hey dear you did great-what the hell happened?!" you look up when Chyna stands in the doorway looking down in shame "Dx happened..". Over the next few weeks of traveling you were watched over by the APA and chyna when the boys would be busy helping other people in between helping you being confused when chyna takes you to a nearby gym during the first few minutes of Raw being taught self defense by her and a few other people who were regulars at the gym spending the next hour memorizing everything before you and chyna went back to the arena being on high alert for any and all of dx as you stand backstage watching chyna's match against Trish Stratus waiting for your match against Ivory jumping when you hear a knock on the door thinking it was Bradshaw but it turned out to be hunter who yanked you outside immediately grabbing and hitting him in the head with a small board which has him dazed losing your control and taking control of the attack hitting him with the board and your fists until chyna and bradshaw pulled you away yelling and clawing until the energy seeped out of you realizing you were safe. You and chyna made a tradition of going to the gym even bringing some of the girls along with you even adding self defense moves into your wrestling as a way to defend yourself in a match or whenever you were attacked again which led to the friendship you and chyna had to blossom into a romance growing the relationship over the first few weeks and in the months that followed becoming a well known couple and two amazing women wrestlers in the business.

#wwe x reader #chyna #wwe chyna x reader #wwe #chyna x reader #wwe chyna

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶 Man, you can't fight it, don't even try 🎶

Antoine and Zelda had been steadfastly ignoring what had happened after their last gig. Only Jo was none the wiser to the tension between them, and she kept booking them to play at every high society party of carnival season.

The moment that Zelda walked through the door she knew that Jo had outdone herself this time. It was Mardi Gras Eve, and somehow they were playing the finest event of the season. The King of Rex was hosting a masked ball for the court of all the Uptown parades, and they were to waltz and then Charleston to the sound of Zelda’s voice.

Zelda and Antoine had arrived early, but the hallways were already growing crowded with masked celebrants waiting for the music to begin. A hush fell over the hall as they entered, Zelda’s intense fascination blinding her to the stares coming from around the room.

The King of Rex greeted them and then led them into the ballroom where they would be playing for the night. Zelda slowed her steps as she entered. The decadence of the space was dizzying, but it was the people that transfixed her completely.

They were scattered about the room, sitting in chairs or talking lazily amongst themselves. Their gazes were so intense that suddenly she could hear the hiss of whispers and the giggles hidden behind lace fans. Their eyes flashed behind masks like hidden jewels, making them seem like ghosts from another era.

Was it judging malice that she saw in those eyes? Belittling mockery? Or did the masks just give them all sinister countenances? The longer that she looked at them the more disoriented she became, and the room seemed to spin until shouts pierced her reverie.

“Bullshit! You knew who you hired, don’t even try to tell me that you didn’t! Who do you think you are trying to shut me off behind a screen like this!”

Zelda ran over to him, trying to grab his arm in an effort to quiet him, “Antoine, stop!”

“No!” He yelled, shaking her off and throwing the chinoiserie screen to the ground, “He doesn’t get to treat me this way!”

Their host stepped forward, his fists balled and his face full of rage, “Someone like you doesn’t even deserve to be in my house in the first place. Now get the hell out of here! And count your lucky stars that you were ever here at all because I’ll make damn sure that you and your little Jezebel never play a high society party ever again.”

Swallowing another curse, Antoine stormed off into the night. Zelda muttered her best apology to the angry man and the shocked spectators then ran after him.

“Antoine,” she pleaded when she finally caught up to him, “Antoine please!”

“No, Zelda! I heard you apologize to that man like we owe him something! If you knew him…if you knew the things that he’s done. But what could you possibly know, huh? With your posh accent and your alabaster skin what could you possibly understand about this place? Just go home, go home to Jo and tell her all about Antoine’s outburst like she knew knew this wouldn’t happen.”

And with that, he stormed off again, leaving Zelda alone in the humid night air, confused and heartbroken once more.

#1922 #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #1920s #the darlingtons #tw racsim #zelda darlington #antoine duplanchier

[akwolfgrl]

LFT 34

“I'm back! Did you finish polishing my Shigure?” A familiar voice stepped up next to Zoro, a wrapped sword in her arms. “You’re okay. I was worried about you.” She turned her attention to him. “There was an incident where some Marines were attacked earlier near where you were mopping, what with you disappearing I was worried, assuming you were kidnapped, I would have been responsible for your well being since I was the one who put you to work.”

Zoro was not panicking whatsoever, although he had to admit she wasn't the brightest, he would have assumed that the person who disappeared near where the Marines had been attacked was the one responsible and had fled the scene.

“The fact that you're here and unharmed must mean you ran away,” She wasn't wrong, Zoro did flee the scene of the crime before he was caught. “How sad, you must have no idea how to accept love when it comes your way,” Zoro had no idea how they had varied into this topic. It was too soon to say if he was in love with Sanji, he sure as shit wasn't running away from what they had. Besides, he loved Luffy. It was hard not to. His captain drove him crazy but he was loyal to him to the end. “So here's your stupid money back,” She took the money from her pocket and handed it to him. Now he was just confused. Wasn't she the one who said that he had to pay her back for the glasses he broke? “I don't need it, I simply can't accept it from such a heartless ingrate.”

Zoro had half a mind to go into great detail about what he had been up to last night and the fact he had a boyfriend…partner? Fuck they hadn't discussed that. “Besides look! I already got new glasses, how do they look?” She put on her new glasses and looked down towards his sword still in the shopkeeper's hands. She gasped. “That sword looks just like the Wado Ichimonji!” She exclaimed excitedly. She took his sword out of the other man's grasp. “Is this really the sword?” Zoro was confused, was his sword famous or something? It would explain why the shopkeep was desperate for it. Why was it named Wado?

“It's beautiful,” She held the sword up into the air. If he was going to name his sword he'd have named her after Kuina. “This has to be one of the twenty one O-Wazamono swords,” Zoro watched as she took out a small book and flipped through the pages, the book was filled with pictures of different swords. “See…look at this. It says here that this sword is worth no less than ten million bellis,” The shopkeep was trying to jip him, and was clearly upset that he had been caught going by how he was shaking. “But you're broke; how'd you manage to have such a legendary sword?” She asked him.

“It used to belong to my dojo master’s daughter before she died, that's all I know,” Zoro didn't even bother to contradict her statement about him being broke. “Also I'm not running away from love, I'm seeing someone we had our first date last night,” She opened her mouth to speak.

“Dammit Tashigi! You just couldn't keep your mouth shut! You just had to keep talking and tell him how much that sword was really worth! I'm gonna sue your ass for obstruction of business!” The man yelled, slamming his fist down on the counter. The dude was lucky it was him here and not Sanji who'd kick him for being rude to a lady or Nami who'd blackmail and swindle him.

“Obstruction of business? I'm so sorry for whatever I did wrong, please forgive me,” She was way too naive for her own good. Her and Kuina’s personalities were vastly different outside of sword fighting.

“Here I finished polishing your precious Shigure for ya, what a timid girl like you is doing with a sword like i'll never know,” The man pulled a sword with a green and white scarf with gold detailing. “Now just take it and get the hell out of my shop. I don't want to see you in here ever again,” The man tossed her sword, which she managed to catch before stumbling into a display of swords. How someone could be so graceful when fighting but so clumsy any other time baffled Zoro. “Pick up your damn mess and get the hell out of my shop before you destroy anything else!”

“I I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.”

“Man did she ever help you dodge a bullet. It is a complete waste to have an amateur who has no clue what its true value is wielding a legendary sword like the one you have,” The man sat back down shaking his head, he glanced over to the side. “You can pick from our lovely selection over there. Their barrel swords for 50,000 a piece. Fitting for an amateur like yourself, pick any two you like. I don't care,” the scarcum was thick in his voice.

#one piece #fanfic #roronoa zoro #zoro #lust filled thoughts #tashigi #sword #swords #wado ichimonji

[sakannaz]

OMFG, I HAD A REQUEST.

maybe one for Vance hopper where fem!dead!reader is trying to help Finney and finney doesn’t know who they are until Vance gets on the phone and he’s trying to help finney as well but it’s mostly based on revenge, but fem!reader is VERY ruthless and wants the grabber dead? Also, the reader and Vance reunite?

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

Yesss, since I’m feeling better now I feel in the mood to write! And disregard about what I said when I said I was quitting writing, I’m back! Also I gotchu <3

Tagging: @violet-memoria

Warning(s): cussing, violence and that would be all.

Spoilers for the black phone below!

Finney didn’t know who you were, of course, he knew the others but you were a different story. You’re voice was oddly deep and raspy, probably from too much yelling. Seems like you getting beat by the grabber was more brutal.

Vance didn’t know about your death, until today. You basically taught Finney how to fight. It would probably be easy to kill him.

But the question is..who were you? And how did you die by the grabber? You were probably the first, which was true, you were.

“Hey.” Finney heard a voice say and he slowly turned around seeing it was you, “Jesus, you scared me.” Finney said, placing a hand over his chest.

“Get up.” You told him, he did as you said as you stood in front of him, you slowly circled around him as he watched with confusion, what were you doing?

“You wanna get out of here, right?” You asked, he nodded, he saw as you placed your fist up, getting into a fighting stance, “This way, whenever you’re ready to start your plan, you kill that bitch.” You continued, he followed your lead as he watched.

…

It was awhile after the both of you were done, Finney watched as you sat down on the bed from across him, he grabbed the phone and placed it to his ear.

“So..what do we do now?” Finney asked, you slowly turned to him, “You see that window up there with the bars on it? Well, you need to grab that rope and wrap it around the bars, pull as hard as you can. And when you do, you need ti find a way to kill him, I’m helping you, and this would probably be the last time you hear my voice, but follow what I say and you just might live.” You explained, Finney nodded.

He stood up as he was about to hang up the phone, “Thank you.” Finney said, you stood up and walked behind him, he was confused until he heard a yell.

“IT’S NOT ABOUT HELPING, ITS ABOUT REVENGE.” You yelled, Finney still held the phone to his ear, “W-What?” He said, still confused.

“FUCK HIM!” You yelled, it echoed as you got dragged back into the darkness,

…

“Hello?” Finney said, “I called, and tonight is the night you escape.” You said, Then another voice came on the end, your eyebrows furrowed with confusion as you wondered who this was on the other end?

You knew who finney was, who is this?

“Hey, who are you?”

“Who am I? Who is this?”

You glared at nothing, The dried blood that was over your face made it seem like you just killed someone but it was really you who died.

“Wait..I- I recognize that voice.” The voice whispered, it sounded a lot like..

Vance?

“H-Holy shit, Y/n, is- is it really you? Why have you never responded to my calls? Where the hell are you?” Vance asked, “I’m sorry Vance, I’m dead. I died..and the only reason why you don’t know is because that bitch over top of us hid it so well. My body is buried somewhere around here..I just don’t know where.” You explained, you scoffed as you kicked the wall beside you.

“I really have to go now guys, he’s coming downstairs.” Finney chimed in, the room grew dark, Finney looked around, trying to see where you were.

then when he turned forward he saw you there, he let out a little yelp when he saw you, your eyes were teary as you felt a tear fall from your eye.

Then, you stopped inches away from him, he was breathing heavily as everything was quiet.

“And I said…” he covered his ears as he knew what was about to happen already, the walls began to shake as the bottles broke.

“KILL HIM!” You yelled, unfortunately again, you got dragged back into the darkness.

It echoed, he could still hear you yelling.

But then again…

It was all about revenge.

#the black phone #finney Shaw #vance hopper x you #vance hopper x fem!reader #the grabber

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Let There Be Light - Forty

**Ghost’s POV**

               I swear it felt like my heart had stopped. My breathing sure as fuck did. Her green pools stared into mine and in that moment, nothing could separate us. It was like our eyes connecting were a string connected to one another, but when she broke the contact, the string was cut in half, and it all went down hill from there.

               I had to remain calm, but dammit if I didn’t want to kill everyone else that wasn’t her or Nik and bring her home. I couldn’t jeopardize her life or mine.

               “Is this to your liking,” I heard Michael’s voice through the speaker in my room. My body stiffens from the high pitch in his voice – indicating that he wasn’t don’t talking. “Mr. Riley.”

               Fuck.

               Everything in me stops as the color drains from my face. The air around me was a heavy fog as time stood still. I didn’t even move or flinch when the door to my room was kicked in and three guards came in – two of Michaels and Nik. Two of Michaels guards stood behind me, one of each side, while Nik stood to my right against the wall – all had their guns pointed to me.

               My eyes are still focused on Harley as I see her start to shake her head and tears spill down her face. I try to speak and reassure her, but nothing comes out. I cant fucking speak, but everything inside me is screaming.

               “I’m a lot smarter than I look Simon Riley.” Hearing Michael say my name caused me to ball my fists by my side. There were only two people who were granted to say my name casually – Price and Harley – everyone else suffered. “It took some digging to find you, but I managed. And then, you come here under an alias with an exposed face,” he continues to taunt me but shifts his gaze to Harley. “Now that’s love. He did all of that for you.” I wanted to slit his fucking throat at his words. He was right, I’d do anything for her but the way he said it didn’t sit right with me.

               “See, everyone thinks that love stories end with Happily Ever After, but in my book, there is no such thing.” I watch as Michael nods his head to someone in my room and before I could even think, my ears were ringing and wall in front of me to my right was repainted in red. Nik’s lifeless body slid down the wall slowly leaving a trail of blood the was seeping out of his head. I shut my eyes harshly as I try to fight back the tears.

               “Nik come in, how copy?” I hear Price through my earpiece. “Nik come in.”

               Silence.

               “Ghost, can you hear me?” Price asked me. I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even hum. I couldn’t do anything. “Ghost come in. Is everything okay?”

               “Thought you would try to be slick with one of your guys, huh?” He taunts me rhetorically. “An eye for an eye, yeah? You try to play me, and I played you. Checkmate.” Oh, it was checkmate when I get my goddamn hands around his neck. I was seething. My chest is heaving up and down.

               “What do you want from me?!” I yell out at him. I couldn’t hide it any longer. I was worried. Kill me if you must, but please spare her. Spare our child.

               Michael looked up at me with a shit eating grin, “I want you to sit back and enjoy the show.” Harley jerks her head to Michael and furrows her eyebrows in confusion. I jerk my head back slightly confused wondering what in the hell he meant by that.

               A tall figure caught my eye as my eyes shifted from Harley to…König. “No,” I whispered out under my breath to where only I could hear it. My eyes darted from König to Harley and then back and forth between the two.

               My heart was ripping in half watching the tears spill down her face. With each step König took, her shoulders flinched with each sob. I shake my head rapidly as my eyes widen – knowing what was about to happen. The two guards behind me took a step closer, but I didn’t care. She was mine and nobody else was allowed to touch her.

               “On your knees,” König’s voice demanded through the speakers. My little mouse didn’t move, and I was partially proud of her while the other part of me was hoping she would obey and not get hurt. The metallic sound of a gun cocking made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up from one of the guards on my left cocking his gun. With every second it took for him to do that and point it at the back of my head, icy chills ran down my spine. “Don’t make me ask again Liebling.”

               My knuckles cracked from the amount of pressure I put on them from his pet name. ‘Darling.’ This tall motherfucker wanted to be like me so bad, but there’s only one Ghost and that’s me. I watched Harley take a deep breath – not wanting to do it, but it stung my heart that she was willing to do whatever to save my life.

               Her shoulders shook from her uncontrollable sobs and my heart broke into a thousand pieces. König kneels behind her and grabs her roughly by the back of her neck – pushing her on all fours. She was wearing a large black shirt – just like she used to wear mine and taunt me with. Her small whimpers and sobs came through the speakers and when the sound of a zipper mixed in with her sobs, my blood ran cold.

               König roughly grabs her hair, jerking her head up to look at me. Her soft pleas would make any mans knees weak, “König please don’t. Don’t do this.”

               My vision was becoming blurring with the picture in front of me I was forced to watch, and my mind blanked out. I couldn’t. They couldn’t do this to me. She was my everything and here I was being forced to watch her with another man. Her screams shook me out of my blank thoughts and disassociation as I fell to my knees. One of my worst nightmares is coming true.

               I watched her as König fucked her from behind and cooed at her. Michael stood off to the side – his eyes darting back and forth between me and the explicit scene before him. Harleys small whimpers hit me like a ton of bricks as I could hear König enjoying every second of this. I couldn’t take it anymore.

               I drop my head, but was soon readjusted when one of the guards walked over to me and forced my head up to look. König was fucking her hard and with each thrust, moans slipped past her lips. Her eyes found mine once again as tears spilled down my face. König pulled out and flipped her over before reentering her harshly. I watch her as her back arches, just like it does for me and a gasp comes out of her mouth.

               “That’s right Liebling. Look at you submitting to me,” König taunts her. I knew it was natural for her body to react this way, but deep down I knew she hated every moment of this. Their wet skin slapping on each other made me want to cut my ears off and never hear another thing ever again.

               “Who do you belong to now?” König asks her and I freeze. I didn’t want her to answer. I couldn’t hear this answer.

               “Si-Simon,” she moans out as our eyes meet. My girl. König asks her a few more questions as he roughly fucks her and her moaning out my name trumps over all of it. She was still mine.

               “You’re so close darling. I can feel it,” I hear König grunt out as his pace picks up. “Who do you belong to now?” he asks her again.

               “You.” Her voice cold and full of hate that sent a spark within me.

               “What’s my name Harley?” he asks her as if he wasn’t satisfied with her answer before. König changes his pace from rough and fast to slow and hard thrusts. Harleys arms fly up to his and squeeze. She was close. I knew that look that was over her face a mile away. I had seen it so many times and it was one of my favorites on her.

               “König,” she whispers out.

               No.

               “Louder,” König demands as he yells it out.

               “König!” her scream sent me into another blank void. All I saw was this black place. No light. No hope – just a dead void.

               “It’s a shame your baby is already in there Lieutenant.” König’s voice bringing me back to the harsh light, “Cause there would definitely be on in there after tonight.” As fast as the rage filled me, it left – and I was calm. Broken, but calm. I slowly look at the man who held my girl in his arms with daggers. Her head slowly looked at me with heavy eyes and I knew she had never seen this look before. It was a look and a feeling that I dared to not ever bring out again. Shit, it even scares me.

               Harleys eyes shut as König turned and walked out the same way her came in. I thank whoever that I was the last thing she was able to see before her eyes closed. The other man behind me walked over and they both lifted me to my feet.

               “You can escort Mr. Riley out of here,” Michael said as he stared at me. Both of the guards had their hands around the upper part of my arms.

               “Oh! And Simon,” he says clicking his tongue, “That will be the last time you will ever lay eyes on her again.” My body stiffened at his words as I watched him turn around and head out where König took Harley.

               The guards forcefully pulled me towards the main entrance of the door, before pushing me through the entrance – making me fall to my knees. The doors shut and I heard the lock click in place. It was dark by this point with no SUV to take me where I needed to go.

               “Price,” I say under my breath.

               “Fucking hell. What the fuck is going on?” Price demands over the earpiece.

               “I-I need you to come get me,” I responded the best I could. Tears filled my eyes yet again and I tried to push the feelings aside and get into the mindset that I needed to be looking for her – and I couldn’t do that with my emotions in the way.

               “Watcher is around the corner. Bravo one and the guys are out,” Price responds before the earpiece went dead.

               Tires rumbling down the road behind me perked my ears. It was a black SUV, like the one I had been escorted in prior. It came to a stop and the driver’s window rolled down. Laswell.

               I walk over to the passenger side of the SUV, get in and drive off into the fucking darkness with two things on my mind.

               König and Michael Gravely.

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[aavocadotoasttt]

surprise!

boruto uzumaki x sarada uchiha

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summary:

“...You’re what?” Naruto said after a pause, confusion laced in his tone.

Sarada almost laughed, Boruto reacted the exact same way when she told him.

Standing next to her, he looked like he was going to pass out, but really, it was Sarada who should be feeling faint.

She just told her boss that she’s carrying his grandchild.

Aged up, married Borusara. ONE-SHOT.

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rating: T for language

notes: just wanted to post this here so I could start a masterlist, and for those who aren't a fan of ao3. drabbles <3 enjoy!

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As Boruto and Sarada walked up the steps to Hokage Tower after a mission, Boruto kept stealing glances at his wife, obviously nervous.

“We have to tell him today, right?” He said quietly.

Sarada looked up at him from the mission report she was double-checking as she was walking up the stairs, making Boruto want to put both arms out in front of her in case she tripped. “I can’t go on any more missions without going through the proper channels. It makes me nervous. Without making an official statement I’m putting my health at risk, and my new status too.”

Boruto sighed. They had been married just over a year, and right before the mission they had just got back from, Sarada found out she was pregnant. 

Great! Boruto initially thought. Baby! Cool! Married couples are supposed to have babies, right?

And then the thought hit him: how the hell was he going to look his father-in-law, his sensei , in the eye and say, “Hey, guess what! I knocked up your daughter!”?

Granted, they were married, but still!

“And that means we have to tell your parents, right?”

Sarada looked up again. “Well, my mom already knows. I knew she wouldn’t say anything, and I wanted to get checked out before we left for the mission.”

Boruto could have died then and there. “Sarada, you could have at least told me to prepare for my impending doom in case your mom said something to your dad!”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so dramatic. You’ll be fine.”

“Speak for yourself!” Boruto yelled as they approached the door. “You’re the one he can’t hurt! Now for more than one reason, you’re carrying-” Sarada slapped her hand over his mouth, moving closer so she was in his face. 

“Do you want all of Hokage Tower to know I’m pregnant?!”

Boruto moved her hand away from his mouth, mischief glowing in his eyes.

“I mean…if it makes that weird guy at the mission desk quit flirting with you, then sure,” He said, grinning.

Sarada turned away from him and kept walking. “He does not flirt with me! And yet five seconds ago you were about to piss your pants at the thought of telling my dad.”

“That’s different and you know it!”

Their bickering went on like that until they reached Naruto’s office door. Sarada took in a deep breath and raised her fist to knock on the door. 

“Are you nervous about telling my dad now?” Boruto whispered playfully in her ear, making her jump. 

“Not because I’m scared he’ll hurt me, but because he’s my boss, yeah, a little,” Sarada admitted in a stark tone, a little over a whisper. 

Boruto leaned back, still smiling to himself, one of his “ha-ha I win” smiles that made Sarada want to smack him across the mouth. She knew he was making that face, so she didn’t even look at him and fight the urge. Instead, she knocked on the door.

“Come in!” sang Naruto’s voice from the inside. 

Sarada pushed open the door with Boruto in tow. “Hey, guys!” Naruto greeted happily. “Glad you’re back! I’ll take that, thanks!” He said when Sarada handed him the mission report.

“Whenever you’re ready, whoever wants to start.”

“Actually, Lord Seventh,” Sarada started to say, voice shaking ever so slightly that only Boruto could pick it up. “I wanted to make you aware of something before I start debriefing.”

“Damnit, are you guys breaking up? Boruto, what did you do?” 

“What the-I didn’t do anything!” Boruto started to protest.

“No, no, nothing like that!” Sarada said to Naruto before turning her head so she was facing him and said softly, “Well, technically you did do something.”

He said nothing else.

“I wanted to make an official statement to you as a change of health status, and I can get my mom to sign off on it if you need. But um…I wanted to let you know, I’m pregnant.”

There was a pause.

“...You’re what ?” Naruto said, confusion laced in his tone.

Sarada almost laughed, Boruto reacted the exact same way when she told him.

Standing next to her, he looked like he was going to pass out, but really, it was Sarada who should be feeling faint.

She just told her boss that she’s carrying his grandchild.

“I’m..I’m pregnant,” Sarada said again, voice shaking noticeably now.

Another pause.

“HOLY SHIT guys! That’s awesome!” Naruto started yelling, getting up out of his chair to pull both of them into a hug with each arm. “I’m gonna be a grandpa, dattebayo!”

“We shouldn’t have said anything,” Boruto muttered into his dad’s armpit as Sarada giggled.

As soon as he released them, that’s when all the questions came. “When did you find out? How long has Boruto known? Have you had appointments? When are you due?” They all made Sarada’s head spin.

“Dad…Dad…DAD!” Boruto trying and failing to interrupt him. “We barely know anything right now. We found out right before this last mission.”

Naruto’s smile faltered a bit. “And you took it anyway, Sarada?”

Sarada started to get flustered, “I had already accepted and I didn’t want to decline so last minute, and we knew we would tell you as soon as we got back. I can still take missions, I still feel comfortable doing that, I want to do as much as I can until I can’t…” Her rambling was making Boruto chuckle. Always the goodie-two-shoes.

“It’s alright,” Naruto said, chuckling too. “Since today is when you’re officially telling me in a professional manner, all your missions from here on out will add an extra member to your team, for your safety and for the baby’s. So this last mission won’t have you as having an alternated health status on record.”

That made Boruto’s eyes go wide. Up until now they always referred to Sarada’s new status as just that, or her pregnancy. This was the first time anyone has referred to it as a baby, besides him in his ten minute freak out session as soon as Sarada told him about her pregnancy.

It made his heart swell in this new, funny way, and it made him wonder what it would feel like to actually see his child earthside.

“Okay guys, get out of my office. You can debrief tomorrow. Right now you have to go tell Sasuke about this! I’m assuming Sakura already knows if she cleared you to go on your last mission. He’ll be excited, I’m sure!”

Sarada smiled at Boruto expectantly, whose face had gone ghost white.

Great!

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[loversdelusions]

Hi could I request a scenario on Yandere Deku who wants his quirkless darling to keep their side of their childhood promise , of marrying him when their older better yet when he comes a pro hero~ ;)

Izuku wasn't made to be who he ended up being. When you held his hand as he wiped away the tears, holding your knees close to your chest and watching him shake, and cry in frustration. You didn't know what to say, what could you say, really? Both of you were the same. But you didn't hurt the same.

Because you never aspired to be something you weren't- never aspired to be a hero. For years. You've watched him suffer at the hands of people born with privilege he could never have, falling time and time again, from explosions, or brute force.

It made you sick. It made you angry when he cries. It made you fuckin enraged when he fell apart and yet stood right back up and tried to climb the hill, pushing a boulder which continuously kept rolling over him and yet he showed no hesitation. He tries, and he tries, and he tries and it's just infuriating to watch.

It made your blood boil in a way you didn't understand.

You couldn't say anything. You just sat there. Holding his hand, rubbing soft circles in an attempt to reassure him. There's nothing you could say with yelling. Without destroying the only relationship you had in this town.

But it was tedious. It felt like deja vu, something looping over and over.

So when Bakugou makes Izuku's day a hell once more. You didn't feel so patient. You didn't feel so happy. You didn't feel like dealing with their Tom and Jerry bullshit. So when Bakugou's hand threatened with sparks and attempted to ruin Izuku's hearing and the wall behind him, you stepped in.

And slammed your fist into his open heating palm.

Your skin smelled burnt. You could hear the confused 'huh?' that rang from behind you. Maybe it was the anger, or the adrenaline itself, but it didn't bother you. Suddenly it didn't matter how much hurt you were in, because you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your growl surprised Bakugou himself. "You..."

Your eyes narrowed at him with fire he'd never noticed before. You'd usually stay out of his way, "You disgust me."

"Hah?" He barred his teeth at you. "When did you grow a spine, you useless quirkless bitch?"

"When will you decide to get over yourself and find an opponent your own size?" He gripped your fist in his palm and pulled you close, You could feel his palm heating up against your skin.

"You fucking dare?" He laughed, it almost made you kick him so hard your shoe would get stuck up his ass. "You think you can actually fight me?"

"No." You said simply, taking him back, "I don't care about fighting you, Katsuki. I don't care about your obvious need to feel superior because you're ultimately insecure and afraid of failure. I don't care about your problems, and I don't care that we used to be friends when we were kids and that I had the actual stupidity to believe you'd change."

His face dropped into nonchalance.

It almost surprised you that he didn't pummel you into the ground. It would have been less surprising had he slapped you and told you he loved you. Instead, he turned around and muttered underneath his breath. "Fuck off."

When he had gone, you finally turned to meet the eyes of the whimpering pathetic boy behind you. "And you."

"I--"

"Shut up Izuku. Shut up. I can't stand being there with you any longer. I can't stand seeing you speak of all the things you wanted to so loudly and facing the fucking repercussions-- Guess what Izuku?! WE'RE QUIRKLESS! If you want to shout to the rooftops how you want to be a hero, don't be surprised if someone pushes you off it. People don't like different. You want to be different?"

"Yea..."

"Then don't whine about it when people react." You walked close, leaning in to meet his crying eyes. "I didn't promise I would marry this. This whimpering, teary, pathetic mess. GROW UP. I promised I would marry you. This is not you. This is not someone I want to have a future with."

That was the last time you talked to him. It was a day before the sludge monster attacked. It was mere hours before everything changed. You weren't sure if it were for the best; A thought that occurred through the years as you watched him grow into a hero. A symbol of change.

Then it felt right, that someone so amazing and dedicated, so understanding, was the top hero. It was something you certainly found satisfaction in, watching Dynamight angrily compete yet work so well with his previous victim, and save people for a change.

It was good. It was for the best.

It was certainly for the best when you were caught in the crossfire. When you felt your body being swallowed by the form of the villain, who carelessly threw people into the street, blood and bodies filled the streets, and suddenly you thought it was good that he was here.

That his hands were holding you tightly by your waist, ripping you from the suffocating envelopment of that quirk, you felt incredibly lucky to clutch onto his shoulder, wrap your arms around his neck and catch the faint scent of your old friend. For the momentarily blind person that you were, the comfort was involuntary. You hated yourself for it. You leaned in anyways.

Recovering your eyesight was a blessing. Until of course, you were met with the green shining eyes of the man who saved you. The man whose eyes sparkled when he saw yours, and you could tell something was off.

He defeated the villain with you in his arms. You didn't speak. He didn't put you down. The ambulance tended to your quiet self while the number one hero looked at you, up and down, eyes raving your form and then meeting your eyes.

And a smile.

You hadn't talked to him. You had insulted him and left. You had been his only friend.

He had been your saviour. Now your chest aches and his smile. His smile makes your skin explode in goosebumps. Perhaps it was because of how reassuring it was.

How genuine.

"Are you okay?"

His voice interrupted your thoughts. "Huh?"

Izuku's smile was soft, concerned. "Are you okay? God, it's been so long." You almost cringed away from his touch, surprised at how easily his hands reached over and ran over your cheek, almost naturally to him.

You moved slightly away from him. "Yeah.."

He sighed, you could see the flash of disappointment that crossed his face."Can we... talk?"

You frowned. You really didn't want to, the cringe of merely thinking about what sitting down to have that conversation would be like, making you even more unwilling. Then his eyes met yours, and shining hope in them made you purse your lips. Coffee wouldn't be so bad, right? "Um, okay... sure, you want to go for coffee or something?"

"Yes! We can do that! we can go for a drink, coffee, a bar, whatever you want, just say it."

"Izuku I feel like you're a bit excited.." You couldn't help the small smile at the childish excitement in his tone, how quickly he regressed into his kidlike self when talking to you.

"I'm sorry- I am just so happy. We haven't talked since middle school,"

You wanted to talk to him about that, I mean, who is that excited to meet an old friend that you had a terrible end with?

He was basically rocking on his heels.

"And, I-I mean... I-It's you."

You looked at him, watching his expression intently. His excitement flashed in his eyes and almost overwhelmed you. "Okay..."

You were terrible at saying no.

It's fine, it's just coffee and catching up, it's all going to be okay. Everything will be fine.

You kinda hoped he'd forget. You were deadly wrong, that realization really hit when he stayed by your side at the hospital, making sure you were treated as if you'd been a celebrity. It would have been sweet, it's just... The feeling you had in the pit of your stomach, it made you jittery, nervous with his eyes trained on you.

At the café, he was sweet, caring, just as he'd been before. He was prideful, but you could see the way he held himself wasn't for show. Izuku was different, as of course, one would be, but his personality had anchored itself in one thing. He saves people, he's a hero. Everything he wanted was accomplished, and he was happy.

You started to smile, started to relax. It was so fun to pound shots in bars and laugh at his overactive gag reflex. Dance in clubs with his hand on your waist, feeling actually protected in a place you'd never enter without a flock of friends. It was nice to talk through stupid things that occurred during middle school, and have questions of yours answered with answers the media would have died for.

You gossiped and snarked and laughed in fits over rivals and fights. It had been weeks since that chance encounter. You found yourself looking for reasons to meet him, even with his busy schedule he always found time for you. He was your confidant rather quickly, having known each other in childhood helped your relationship progress. Then when you'd finally seen yourself at his house, holding a cool tea, and watching over the skyline that he'd been dying to show you, did you finally wonder. "Hey, Midoriya?"

"I thought we're more close than last names?" He joked, walking over to you and throwing the oven mitts on the couch.

You huffed, rolling your eyes a bit. "Okay, fine. Izuku why do you want to be my friend so much? I mean..." You turned to look at him. His smile softened, and his eyes became more intense. You met his gaze evenly. "We didn't really have the best send-off before high school... So, why?"

He blinked at you, smile unwavering. "Well, of course, I would want to be close to you. How can I marry you otherwise?"

...What?

Your lips parted in surprise, confusion stuck in your eyes so vividly he could see it so clear, he almost laughed. "Don't you remember? Your promise is still in my head. It helped make me who I am. Of course, I want to know you better."

You started to laugh. It was nervous, mostly manic but it felt suddenly appropriate. "You still remember that?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Of course."

It took a few minutes before you finally quieted down into awkward silence, staring at him. "...You're serious."

"Yes?" He seemed confused, "I am. Now, come on. I think the food is done--"

"Izuku no." You were flabbergasted at him, at his actual delusions of thinking that he could just come in and expect to marry you, because of a promise you made as a five-year-old. "You don't actually think that that's gonna happen."

"Why? You're single, and so am I." You felt dizzy, you raised your hand to silence him, quickly trying to make your way to the door. He was quicker than a light-headed you, well, he was quicker than a healthy you, and you weren't feeling your best at the moment. Your cup was forgotten, broken on the marble floors of his apartment, he trapped you in between his arms, pushing you rather harshly against the wall. He glanced at your broken cup. tilting his head with a frown. "...Doll, that's such a mess you've made."

Your eyes widened, pushing yourself against the wall as if it would help make you any smaller, to move farther in any way. Your mind could barely comprehend what was happening, how could this be? How could he be this way?

It made your eyes well up with tears, reality falling onto you with his words ringing in his ears. Izuku's frown only deepened. He didn't mean to scare you, he doesn't want you to fear him. It made sense to him, to confess.

"I would do anything for you. I mean, I know that you may not love me right now, but I love you enough that I don't care. You'll love me eventually, but my heart will never not be yours." His hand moved to caress your cheek, his frown bringing you back to the look of concern he had when you'd been hurt. It made your heart flutter. You wondered if it were from fear or... "Since kindergarten, before that damned promise you had my heart in your grip, and still it remains today."

"Izuku..." You pushed at his chest, looking away from his intense green gaze. "I c-can't..."

"I am not asking for the world now." He insisted, brushing away hair that fell into your face. "You know that I can't just let it go. I can't let you go."

"Please don't do this." Was it crazy for him to ask you to give him a chance? Had it been any time else, had it been in another reality. Had he held your hand when you needed him...maybe it would have been different. "Please... I can't promise you that,"

The air shifted immediately. Crackling with the intensity of his gaze, you could have sworn you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand, that your dizziness hit harder than it ever did, that your knees buckled beneath your weight, weakness within your bones, burning up your skin, following the motion of his fingertips. "I love you." He whispered.

"No..."

"I love you."

"No... You can't- I can't--"

"No. Doll. I love you."

His lips touched yours within the instant of your eyes closing. The weight that you could barely hold became impossible. He was quick, holding onto you and pressing you close to him, squishing you in between his large form and the wall you'd been cornered in, caressing the small of your back. Your whimper as you melted into him was something he'd cherish forever.

He couldn't let you go.

He would never let you go.

He loves you, and your promise is indented in gold and around his finger. It being around yours wouldn't be a fantasy of his for long.

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[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 10 / 25. PART 11 LINK.

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haechan woke up screaming in the morning when the sight of areum next to his bed, sleeping soundly on another patient bed, the amount of screaming and surprised he held was released quick. kun walking in tell him to shut up.

“be quiet, areum is sleeping!” kun whisper scolds, gentle tucking the woman in the bed more. haechan looking around with confusion. “since when did she get here? last time i checked i’m the only one.”

haechan murmurs, how did areum get here without him noticing? kun shaking the head at the tan boy. “worry about yourself, when are you going to leave this patient ward? jaemin needs you in the front lines.”

the moment the front lines were mentioned the boy faked a coughing fit, laying back in the bed with bedsheets duvet over him, almost as if he was hiding from kun. the doctor scowls at the sight. Haechan was truly terrified to go back to the war! who can blame him though.

yuta is one sadistic evil man. the japanese man enjoys playing the cat and mouse game, in fact he’s a perfect definition of a cat; torturing the victim before he would finish the kill. the amount of stuff haechan saw and went through, he’s surprised he doesn’t have some sort of ptsd.

kun lightly tugs haechan upwards. “come on, you have one day here left. jaemin himself said he will take you forcefully.” sighing, the gemini male sat up annoyed, haechan rubbing the back of his head.

“i heard i heard,” haechan mutters. “what’s for breakfast then?” the boy smirks looking up, kun rolling eyes. of course he would think about breakfast instead. “tell me what you want, i’ll order it for you and areum.”

kun walking to the phone, haechan clapping hands as if he were victorious about being bought food. “get me gimbap, I’m tired of eating soup!”

areum shifts in the sleep by the sound of munching heard in the corner, opening eyes she were met with two serious eyes hovering above her. she’d scream with a fist punching the chest area, the boy falling over yelling.

“AH! ITS JUST ME.” haechan sat up whining, areum looking over breathing heavily. “what the hell hyuck! why are you so close?”

“you were whimpering in your sleep so i looked over you! sheesh and all i got is a punch in my boob.” he groans rubbing the chest again as he noms on the gimbap triangle shape, sitting back on his own bed. areum sat up bowing head apologetically, “sorry, but you don’t have breasts anyways.” areum said.

haechan smirks, “haha i don’t? they’re pretty big.” he’d joke looking down in his shirt. “wanna see?” he grins when areum scoffs holding a laughter shaking her head at the boy.

“no really, don’t.” areum said. kun walking in caught the woman and boy’s attention, he smiled down to areum passing a tray full of various foods. the woman’s lips part away looking up at kun. “you didn’t have to do so many.”

“just eat up, start taking care of yourself more.” kun said, he really thinks the woman should value herself more now. Haechan pouts watching the food and all he got was gimbap— technically he asked for it but he didn’t know kun can cook!

at this point kun can do anything and haechan is convinced that kun can’t be bad at anything. he can pilot, fight with different martial arts, heal and save people, cook and he can even do finance. hence why kun is a really important man in the mafia. he’s multi talented.

areum saw kun leave temporarily when minor soldiers called him over possibly for wounded people to take care of. haechan looking at areum, he saw a half worried expression.

“what you worried about?” haechan enquires, areum shaking her head. she doesn’t think she can finish all this. the girl lifts the spoon, sipping on the red broth before taking a bite of the meat.

her best friend would watch in awe, happy that areum is finally eating. areum surprisingly liked the food more than anticipated before.

Haechan noticing the woman’s long raven black hair fall whenever she were to lean down biting the food, he was cautious to stand up slowly, curling both hands on the side, pulling the hair in a ponytail as he held it in the position.

areum looks up with a short smile. “somehow i feel like you’ve done this before?” she teased and haechan scoffs cockily, “of course, i get lots of woman on me.”

“ahuh?” areum replied grabbing a piece of seaweed as she fed haechan it in his mouth, hyuck mumbles protests with muffle as he chewed the seaweed. “tch tch your ego is unnecessary.” areum tells.

“areum.” jaemin would call out as he stood by the doorframe watching haechan and the woman with soft eyes. he would have a welcoming smile, though he was half worried about why areum was in the patient wards.

areum turned around seeing jaemin, she lightly smiles. “jaemin! hey,” she tells and haechan bows his head respectfully before casually speaking.

“sup jaeman.” haechan retorts, jaemin scowling at the tan boy when he said this, he lifts his sleeve up shaking his head. “call my name properly!” he complained.

Haechan grinning, areum was then lightly petted by jaemin. the man in front lovingly brushed his hand in the black soft silky locks. “how are you feeling? kun told me you felt ill again.”

the two boys were watching half worried now that kun made up an excuse that they weren’t aware of yet. they loved areum in many ways, haechan’s lips fell apart. “yah you told me you were fine.” he slightly mumbles, now actually worried.

areum had to mask the real reason, she can’t let them know. they have their own worries. “i skipped a few meals and stuff, kun told me to stay here and eat properly.” areum gently told.

jaemin arching eyebrows at the answer. “areum. you need to start attending to your human needs. you need food to survive.”

Haechan shaking his at areum, “yah, areum-ah. you’re not allowed to leave until you finish this entire tray.” he suddenly points and areum’s expression gapes into surprise. why were the scolding her so much!

it’s not even the real reason why she was here. but no matter what, she was scolded like a child by these boys. jaemin sighing, “finish this food up, i might have a soldier watch you as you eat to make sure you finish every meal.”

areum hates that idea so much. watching someone eat? isn’t that torture for the person watching her?

“yah- can you two calm down. kun already told me off, i really don’t need two headaches at a time.” areum shot back, annoyed. haechan understandable nod, he can understand her in this; he also hates being scolded and overwhelmed with people.

but jaemin, he didn’t back away really easily.

“you can’t blame me for being like this, you just recovered.” jaemin carries on, areum somehow felt more emotional than before, more on the sad end of the spectrum.

the boys were slightly caught off guard when areum started to tear up unexplainable. maybe they stressed her too much by scolding her? this wasn’t very areum of her to cry, they were expecting areum to get angry by now.

instead they were met with a crying woman, jaemin and haechan make the same shared glance.

“oh my god you made her cry you asshole,” haechan told to jaemin, the other man glaring at haechan. “don’t point your mistakes on me.”

areum somehow ended up crying even more when hearing them fight, the two fell silent watching the sad sight.

“yah…areum.” haechan mumbles, not sure how to approach this situation. jaemin on the other hand knew what to do, he slowly brought areum’s face in his chest as she sat up on the bed, stroking her hair gently. “I’m sorry, don’t cry, it’s okay.”

Haechan rubs the back of his head, he felt like he didn’t help whatsoever now. he slowly rubs areum’s back in circular motion. “i’m sorry too, don’t cry please.”

kun came in with a questionable expression at the three, as soon as he heard areum cry he shifts on the side. “why is she crying? Haechan did you upset her?” kun threw in and the tan boy looks down. “I mean- me and jaemin were just scolding her for not eating previously..”

kun was quick to grasp the situation, maybe telling those two wasn’t the best idea. “you probably overwhelmed her so much.”

jaemin slightly scoffs, “you also overwhelmed her, you did the same thing.” kun purse his lips into a thin line, nervously laughing. he was guilty too.

areum moves from jaemin’s soft embrace, looking around the room. “i need to do my work.” haechan was quick to go to the cloak hanger, grabbing out the laptop from the case and give it to areum.

jaemin crouches down looking at areum, “i’m sorry, can you forgive me?”

areum looks down at jaemin, nodding. “it’s fine, i don’t know why i cried honestly.” she rubs the back of her neck, she feels awfully weird with emotions and stuff now. kun moves the tray with the food away.

haechan rubs areum’s back again. “here tissue,” hyuck passes soft tissue packet to areum, the woman taking it with a soft ‘thank you’ muttered.

jaemin still wasn’t half satisfied, but he doesn’t have much time either to fully talk with areum about this. the soldiers behind him knock on the front door, awaiting for jaemin to leave. kun left first the ward.

he turns to areum, “i need to go but, i’ll come back and visit you.” the woman’s lips pucker apart, she softly nods and jaemin nodding letting go off her hand. haechan looking down at areum also now.

“areum, i’ll keep you company as you work.” he told, trying to be as useful for her, maybe she won’t overwork herself this way.

areum scoffing with slight friendly laughter. “okay mr lee my assistant. get me a piece of clean paper and a pen.”

Haechan wouldn’t waste a minute going to the empty desk in the corner, finding a bland notepad and a working pen, passing it to areum.

he stood still in a soldier position, awaiting the next command. areum looking at the boy, “you’re distracting me, just take a seat on my bed with me.” areum and hyuck shuffle together, he would witness the true work of a journalist everyday.

“you know…” areum trails, “i have an actual assistant called mark lee in the city office.”

Haechan pouts, “I’m better than him right?” areum softly grins, “I’m not comparing.”

jisung walks to the living lounge humming loudly as his favourite taemin song was on replay (haha pun attended </3), the song being named ‘Want’.

the boy sat on the couch, chilling and vibing to the artistic music itself, but then a large thud on the outside was heard. jisung slowly turns the music off on high alert.

what was that large thud outside?

he softly looks past the blinds and curtains from the large living lounge window, outside he could see the front yard and the front entrance, jisung was met with a few people outside waiting, specifically looking at his house.

why did they somehow look familiar?

jisung tilts his head, he shouldn’t open the door. his gut feeling told him not to. the boy backs away when a large knock on the front door was made, then a other knock this time more impatiently.

mutters of Japanese words heard behind the door, aligning with multiple knocks again.

he was quick to turn off any light sources, jisung slowly making his way to the house phone, he called the number under areum’s name.

‘shit they came back.’ jisung would think, terrified. a male voice came through instead of a feminine voice, his eyebrows raised in surprise. did he call the wrong number?

“hello? who is this?” the deep voice called. jisung would be close to ending the call but then a large kick on the door was heard, thankfully the door did not open yet, but if this continued it would be about to. jisung backs away terrified, panting in anxiety.

“hello, hello, my house is being intruded on. i thought this was areum’s number but whoever you are help me. call police!” jisung shouts. the voice coming through calmly, “okay, this is jaemin. you heard of me right jisung?”

“jaemin?.. You’re areum’s friend.” jisung trailed and the voice was quick to speak. “okay, listen to me very carefully. i need you to stay inside, i’m nearby in the city i’ll come soon.”

jisung nods as if jaemin could see it, at this point he was trembling. he really wished this was a dream. jisung peaks outside and somehow his neighbours next door came out complaining of the noise. the older man with grey hair pointing at the people who were told to stop.

listening in he could makeout what it was saying. “why are you making noise! get out of here, before i call the police.” the elder shouts forward holding the phone close, the trope of Japanese gang members backing away with slight disappointment. going back on the motorbikes.

the elder watches them drive off, shaking his head. jisung was slow but he somehow got saved by the elder neighbour. he should thank him later.

he saved his life practically.

jaemin was quick to rush in with the spare house keys, he was met with jisung and a broomstick pointed at him. the man slowly moves the broomstick away, “it’s just me.” jaemin said.

jisung sighs out dropping the broomstick, he felt so drained due to the stressing and anxiety he had. jaemin closes the door and locks it. “I’ll go upstairs with you, pack the things you need.”

the younger boy wasn’t in position to question anything so he trusted jaemin, the man had some motherly vibe to him so he felt safe around the presence similar to areum. jisung went upstairs into his room to pack, somehow this felt like deja vu.

jaemin going upstairs he was looking around with a gun in his hand, in any case anything was suspicious. he walks into areum’s room, checking everything here well.

the man would pack some basic clothing for areum, knowing this he doesn’t want anyone returning here for a while. jaemin turns to the bathroom packing the toothbrush and face products, but then something in the very back cornered near the toilet poked his eyes.

jaemin puts the sanitary products in the bag, turning his body to the corner direction with his hand reaching out.

the moment the thing was grasped in the middle of the palm, his face went pale. eyes were gasping wide, lips fell apart.

jisung walks into areum’s room, jaemin’s hand slipping in the front pockets of his jacket hiding the object. the man sitting up with a packed back hanging by his shoulder. jisung looking up at the man. “where are we going?” jisung would ask.

jaemin gently wraps an arm around the boy, “I’m taking you somewhere your sister is also safe at. let’s go.”

the base gathered around in the centre underground. kun and yangyang pushing through as they saw the soldiers arrive. jaemin was nowhere to be seen, causing the mafia to be under lots of difficulties.

nothing is going their way. the mafia leader is gone, their second in command is nowhere to be seen, soldiers are dying and their numbers are lowering.

it couldn’t get worse than this right?

oh how wrong they were.

areum pushing through the crowd in desperation when she heard the news from renjun. hyuck was quick to catch up to the panicked woman.

the sight of a murderous soldiers dead on the ground. areum’s breathe hitches.

haechan standing next to areum with the same expression. barely anyone came back alive. the woman looks to the person with missing arm, nervously stuttering. “what about jeno? Where is he.”

the person looks down with the most guilty expression, while the other soldiers gasp in unison. haechan angrily pulling the guy upwards in the air by holding the collar tight of his clothes. “where is jeno? tell me!”

kun pulls haechan apart from the wounded soldier, tapping the guy’s shoulder in calm and comforting manner, though his voice was as deadly cold and authoritative. “tell us.”

the silence killed areum as the part of her had big hopes that jeno is on his way home, to the base, back safely and alive with all limbs attached. but a tiny part of her had these doubts, these doubts she shouldn’t be having about her lover— that he possibly could be dead, without limbs, without any life in him.

“i’m sorry.” the soldiers starts off looking down, shaking head. “i’m really sorry, it all happened so fast— jeno and yuta were fighting on a nearby cliff with deep waves underneath them”

“their fight was between them, jeno was able to injure yuta’s shoulder with his gun. but then yuta…”

areum shaking her head, the soldier looks up to the woman with sorry eyes. “Yuta shot jeno and he fell into the ocean.”

a scream from the woman escaped falling on her knees, haechan immediately grabbing a hold of the hysteric woman, whispering pranced terrified words such as ‘it’s okay’ and ‘areum calm down’. though areum couldn’t focus on those words, everything was blocked out except for the fact that jeno was announced to be dead.

“he can’t be dead, no, that’s impossible. he can’t leave me.” areum said as her breathing slowly increased until it began to hyperventilate.

kun half worried half in shock looks at areum, signalling renjun and haechan to take her away. “bring her away from here.”

renjun and haechan grabbing areum restraining her back from the scene however magically, areum became quite strong and resistant. as if she was fighting for her life against her two friends.

kun looking back at the soldier. “did he pass a message..?”

the male looks up with a nod. “jaemin is next, he will take over our base and make it his own. he wants to take over korea’s biggest mafia group.”

“which is us.” a voice darkly exclaims with a tall boy lingering behind, terrified by what he has just witnessed and heard.

kun and yangyang turning their heads to see jaemin with a brunette taller boy. “jaemin. we have terrible news—”

jaemin looks down clenching his fists. “i heard already. things only get worse and worse for us.” his teeth grit as he spoke, jisung looking down saddened by the news.

the only person he really trusted areum with has died, he could careless if he was a mafia. he was a good person and he could tell with the way areum trusted jeno. jisung murmuring, “jeno hyung…”

the soldiers all face jaemin with a March forward, hand over to their heart as their mouths move in unison. “we are under your command, na jaemin. the new leader automatically aquatinted.”

these words jaemin never wished to hear, the responsibility he hates to bear, the power he never longed for but somehow ended up getting. he wants to cuss jeno for dying, for leaving him and areum, for disappearing so easily. he joined nayoung, something he promised to never do.

this shock slowly sinks in, becoming more and more reality to everyone. but to areum, it was a nightmare she couldn’t wake up.

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MASTERLINK FOR HIS KARMA.

@onyourhyuck please refer from copyrighting and plagiarising my work.

🥲 sooo this chapter was a rollercoaster.

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