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gunilslaugh · 1 month

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Haiii, anon 🫧 heree, I was wondering if you could maybe write part two of “silent trainee”? like them getting into a relationship and how the both of their fans react and how the members react? And you can add more. I just finished reading it for the hundredth time now, I just really love it🥹, it’s so cuteee and fluffy.

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Hello! 🫧 :) Here is part 2 to Breaking The Silence I hope you like it as much as the first part.

Han Hyeongjun

Summary: You and Hyeongjun finally decide to identify your relationship. (idol au)

WC:~1.9k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Many months have passed since the start of your and Hyeongjun’s “What are we?” stage has started. So many months that your group's first debut anniversary is coming up. Your group has long been suspicious about what your true relationship with Hyeongjun was. Not fully buying into your “we’re just close friends” dismissal of their prying questions.

Hyeongjun’s members were growing quite suspicious themselves. The amount of time and the effort that Hyeongjun put in to see you was enough to make them raise their eyebrows. Like your members Xdinary Heroes weren’t buying into the “close friend” answer they got from Hyeongjun.

Though you and Hyeongjun weren’t technically lying when you were telling your members that the two of you were only close friends. Sure the both of you knew that you liked each other, but with your busy idol lives confessing to one another and getting into an official relationship sounded like it would make things more difficult. Not to mention how scandalous dating is in the industry. That would be a whole other problem on its own and probably the biggest one keeping you two from getting together. The fear of the backlash you two would receive for falling in love. So saying that you were close friends wasn’t a lie, because you two aren’t dating.

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“Congratulations on your first year debut anniversary!” The MC of the show your group was on congratulated.

“Thank you!” your group replied.

“So debuting under JYP did any senior groups give you any advice when it came to debuting and idol life?” the MC asked.

“Well our y/n here is actually friends with Xdinary Heroes Hyeongjun sunbaenim.” Your group leader placed their hands on your shoulders.

“Oh really?” the MC said.

“Yes, he looked out for me a lot in my trainee days, so we grew quite close,” you spoke softly.

“Speaking of your trainee days. I heard you had a nickname?” the MC brought up.

“That’s right. They were called the ‘Silent Trainee’ cause they hardly ever spoke,” your member answers.

“That’s true. In fact, their rap part in our debut song was the first time a lot of people in our company heard their voice,” another member added.

“That’s crazy! Why were you so quiet?” The MC eagerly looked at you. You felt your nerves pick up and your mouth go dry.

“Um…” You feel your group leader squeeze your shoulder comfortingly. It helped you relax a bit. “I’m very socially anxious, so I was mainly by myself or with my group members,” you explained. The MC nodded at you sympathetically.

“Then by any chance when you said Xdinary Heroes Hyeongjun looked out for you when you were a trainee.” Seeing where the MC was leading with their statement you answered.

“Yes he knew about my anxiety and that it made it hard for me to open up to people. He related to that he said that it reminded him of his trainee days, so he wanted to support me.”

“Ah, so he saw himself in you and wanted to make sure you weren’t having a hard time?” the MC checked.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Aww what a sweet guy. He’s a great senior,” the MC states.

“Yes he is. All of Xdinary Heroes are very supportive seniors to us,” your group leader answered.

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“Look.” Your team leader says handing you their phone.

“What is it?” you asked, taking their phone in your hand.

“Fans are saying they wish they could see more of your and Hyeongjun’s friendship,” they tell you. You took your time to scroll through the comments reading them. “I wasn’t expecting to hear that y/n and Hyeongjun are friends, but I think it’s so cute <3” “So you’re telling me y/n and Hyeonjun are introverted besties. I love that”

“Why does hearing about Hyeongjun looking out for y/n cause he didn’t want them to go through the hard times he did make me want to cry???” “Hearing about their friendship reminded me that Hyeongjun held a y/n banner at their debut showcase. Truly a supportive bestie.” “We need photos of them together!!!” “I’m looking forward to any crumbs we get about these two.” “Dulusionally hoping for a friendship vlog or something.” “Not me shipping them.” You couldn’t fend off your smile while reading the supportive comments.

“I wanna know more about your and Hyeongjun’s friendship too,” your leader raised a brow at you.

“All we are is friends,” you say. Your leader scoffs.

“Yeah keep saying that till I believe it,” they remark.

“We really aren’t dating,” you state. Your leader looks at you and your expression. They’ve gotten scarily good at reading you. They take a seat next to you.

“Why not?” they pouted. You laughed.

“Are you telling me to get into a dating scandal?” Your leader sighs.

“Falling in love isn’t a crime. Dating being a scandal remains one of the stupidest things about our industry. It might not be like that for you and Hyeongjun though. You read the comments, fans think you’re cute,” they said.

“They think our friendship is cute. It would be another story if the word friendship was replaced with dating,” you expressed.

“That one comment said they shipped you two,” they pointed. “But it’s not like you need to tell fans right away anyway. You’re young and should be in love without fearing public reactions.”

“We’d have to admit our relationship at some point and I don’t want it to tarnish our group’s or Xdinary Heroes names.”

“So you don’t ever want Hyeongjun to be your boyfriend?” Your leader’s question gets the gears in your head turning.

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“I did a live earlier and some fans asked about our friendship,” Hyeongjun tells you.

“Yeah I ever since I talked about it in that interview they’ve been curious,” you reply. The two of you sat on the floor of an empty practice room. An all too familiar spot for you both.

“I was happy when you talked about me,” Hyeongjun revealed.

“Really?” you say.

“Yeah. I feel like you talked about more as a senior than a friend though,” he chuckled.

“I felt like I had to be careful with my words,” you explained. “I don’t know how people would react if I said ‘We hold hands and he lets me sleep on his shoulder when I’m tired. Or we sometimes steal kisses from each other in dark practice rooms,” you whispered the last sentence. Hyeongjun blushes.

“Yeah, that doesn’t really sound like friends does it?” he stuttered.

“We both know we aren’t friends, Hyeongjun,” you state.

“We aren’t together either though.” He begins to play with your fingers.

“Should we change that?” you questioned. You lace your fingers that he was playing with his.

“But with our careers…” Hyeongjun started.

“Falling in love isn’t a crime, but I understand if you don’t want to risk it,” you say. Hyeongjun tightens his hold on your hand

“I am,” he firmly states. “I’ve liked you for so long, but I wasn’t really sure if I could ever have you.”

“You can,” you smiled. “You can have me Hyeongjun.” Hyeongjun smiles as well.

“You can have me too,” he said. Finally after over a year it was the end of your “What are we?” stage. The two of you were finally a couple.

Your group found out about you and Hyeongjun being a couple the same night you returned. Your group leader could just tell that the smile you wore on your face was a bit different, happier.

“No more ‘we’re only close friends’?” they checked.

“We’re dating,” you confirmed. Your leader instantly started squealing which easily caught the attention from the rest of your members.

“What are you squealing about at one o’clock in the morning?” your group’s maknae groaned.

“Y/n and Hyeongjun are dating~” They sang in a sing-song voice.

“I thought they’ve been dating,” one of your members said.

“No, not officially at least,” your leader says.

“Well congrats y/n,” one of your members says

“Yes congrats. Be happy,” another one chimes.

“But if he ever breaks your heart we’re all going to murder him,” your maknae states protectively

“He won’t be able to escape us.” your leader agrees. The news of you dating Hyeongjun wasn’t surprising at all to your members. They were very supportive and just wanted you to be happy.

Hyeongjun waited a little longer before telling his members about your relationship. Although his story runs pretty similar to yours. His members weren’t surprised by the news of you two dating either.

“Y/n and I started dating a couple weeks ago,” Hyeongjun reveals to his members.

“I knew she was more than your bias!” Jooyeon declares.

“We all knew they were more than friends,” Seungmin retorted.

“Yeah they way he would go out of his way to spend time with them. It was obvious,” Jiseok says.

“Ok guys, let’s just congratulate him on his relationship,” Gunil cuts in.

“Yes congrats Hyeongjun,” Jungsu voiced.

“Kinda can’t believe he’s the first one out of us to date,” Jooyeon comments.

Revealing your relationship to the public was something that always scared you and Hyeongjun. Dating silently with only your members knowing was one thing. It was a rather peaceful thing actually, but you both knew that once you told the public that peace could easily be ripped away. You and Hyeongjun were more scared about being ripped apart though. You bother were terrified of the thought that you might have to break up due to immense public backlash.

After dating for eight months, talking it through with each other, your members and the company, you two decided to come out and announce your relationship. You both wrote handwritten letters to your fans and uploaded them. You even shared some cute couple photos along with your letters. JYP put out an official statement verifying your relationship as well and asking for fans to continue their support.

Of course the opinions about your relationship were mixed. Plenty of fans were happy. Some even said they were ecstatic that their ship was sailing. That they thought you and Hyeongjun made a cute couple. Some fans even joked that they didn’t know who they were more jealous of Hyeongjun for dating you or you for dating Hyeongjun.

On the other hand there were plenty of “fans” that shamed you two for dating. Especially so early on in your careers. They called you two shameless and betrayers. They called you lairs, claiming that you two were probably dating since the beginning of your career. That you and Hyeongjun got together when you were still a trainee. It hurt a lot to read all of the hate. You tried to focus on the positive supportive comments, but unfortunately the hate simply weighed heavier.

You and Hyeongjun didn’t regret announcing your relationship. Falling in love with each other is not a crime and you knew with time the hate would blow over and it did. After a couple months everything has settled down. You and Hyeongjun were happily in love. Holding hands as you two went out on a date. No longer sneaking kisses in abandoned practice rooms. Fans grew more and more supportive of you two being together. Sometimes fans even beg for couple content from you two since you mainly keep your relationship private. At the end of the day you and Hyeongjun were happy and you couldn’t be happier that Hyeongjun got you to break your silence.

A/N: I'm actually shocked to hear that you like Breaking The Silence so much and wanted a part 2 because I literally wrapped up the ending so quickly because I hated it and lost motivation to write it lol

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bimbboslutt · 10 months

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Just a splash of powdered seroquel in your food or one of our drinks for the night to turn you into everything I want and need. I pretend to fall asleep and set an alarm for 2 hours later. I hardly get a wink anticipating what's a out to happen. The alarm rings and I wake instantly. Turning it off for fear it might stir you from your drug induced slumber. I should know better but the worries always there. You sleep so peacefully normally. So beautifully. But tonight your mouth hangs open and irregular snores fall out of your lips. I take my time testing you, almost begging you to wake up. My iPhones setup on the bedside table to record it all and use against you as blackmail. I start by prettying you up. Closing your mouth to shut up your irritating fucking breaths. Wiping your hair out of your face and rolling you over onto your stomach. I pull your tight denim shorts down past your knees and over your ankles. Spreading your legs and sitting my knee in between them I kiss your body gently the last kindness I will give you before becoming the monster that you deserve. I spit on my hand and start rubbing your clit. Your body hasn't even realised what's happening to you yet. It takes a while for your cunt to start getting wet but as soon as it does I'm inside you. I'm inside you. My cock throbbing with love, lust and anger for you. I make sure to push myself deep inside you until I bottom out. The point where most women would say ouch and ask you to be gentler I sit there force myself further into you pushing your cervix up and up and up. Your body stirs a little in its sleep with this pain. Like the times before it only takes whispering sweet nothing's in your ear for you to mumble some nonsense and relax. I use your hair to hold your face nice and center to the camera making sure anyone that sees it could recognise you. I bite on your neck and open your eyes for the camera degrading you and letting all my fans know that this is only use a woman can be for us. Quiet, breedable, submissive and fucking obedient for once. I fuck you in any position I see fit slapping you and spitting on you all for the camera making sure to sure how reciprocating your body is against this intrusion. Your holes getting loose and I'm getting bored so I find the small packet of lube on my jeans pocket and rub it down my cock and pour drops onto your asshole. Testing it to see if your body will tense up on me. It doesn't so the drugs are still working I get 3 fingers in and work them around making sure I can push myself in easily. It's tighter and warmer in here then it was in your useless cunt. I grab my phone and record your little hole spreading around the thickness of me before pulling it out and using your open snoring mouth to clean it off. I want you to wake up with all the signs all the evidence and all the reminders of how worthless you are. "You stupid little slut" "I hope I have to show the world this" "you can finally realise your fucking place in this world" I get lost in the abuse when the warning alarm goes off. I've gotta wrap this up soon I grab your panties and shove them dry inside your little pussy and go back to fucking your ass I hold your eyes open for the camera and fuck you relentlessly until I can feel myself letting go, I shoot half my load into your ass and the other I to your cunt hoping it breeds more degenerates like me. I clean your ass off me with your own mouth again. I airdrop the video to your phone and use your pass code to login and save a screenshot of it as your locks screen.

DONT MAKE ME SHOW THE WHOLE WORLD EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE

The first words you see in the morning when you roll over to check your phone and a photo of you with a cock and drool and cum hanging out of your mouth

might want that to happen ….. in need of my address?

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hot-girls-favorite-is-daniel · 3 months

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I love having to explain to people exactly how obsessed with SIX I was

like my friends will point out when it’s coming to my city and I’m like “yes honey I’ve known, I’ve known since 8 months ago and I have tickets don’t worry” and then when I mentioned six fanfiction and my friend was like “wait people write fanfiction about it?” “Yes and I’ve read so so many that I had to read wattpads fics FUCKING WATTPAD, if you read the six the musical fics on there you would know….I also know like every ship of the six and probably have read a diff of it” “PEOPLE SHIP THEM?!?!? Aren’t they like cousins?” “Yes but luckily the fandom is small enough no one ships the incest ✌️😜”

then he went on to tell me I was the person that drew Miku binder Tomas Jefferson 😭😭😭

and then when someone sends u a six meme and u have to pretend you’ve seen it for the first time (so that they keep talking abt ur intrest)

one time I was in a little six the musical thingy and the director was asking everyone abt a “little” background about the queens and one person from each group would answer, (I was in the Boylens, but like ofc bc I literally am Anne Boylen and the main character soooo) AND A KID FROM MY GROUP SHOT UP HER HAND AND THE TEACHER CALLED ON HER AND THE SHIT SHE SAID WAS “she uh grew up in France and then married the king and then flirted with 3 guys and then got beheaded” LIKE NO BITCH SHE DID NOT DONT RAISE UR HAND IF UR GUNNA LIE TO US DHFHJFJDIDISKSJSJWHUEUEUE SO THEN I RAISED MY HAND TO HELP HER PUT THERE 😭😭😭✌️😭

ALSO I TAUGHT MY GROUP SO MUCH SHIT ABT HER IN FACT EVERYONE AT THAT PLACE KNEW I WAS THE HISTORY ONE SO THEY WOULD COME UP TO ME AND BE LIKE “hey _____ do u know anything about Anna of Cleves” UMMM HELL YEAH !!!!!!! IT WAS SO FUN 🤭🤭🤭🤭

another time I was doing Karoke and me & my friend wanted to sing SIX and she’s like “so which song” and I’m like “I know the lines to like all of them so we can do any one”

one time my friends said “her forehead is so big it could be Library full of SIX facts” 💪

also I had(ve) no friends that were this intensely or at all obsessed with it so I would literally be fucking texting myself links to videos and stuff

Also like one time I got jumpscared bc out of the corner of my eye I saw Santa Claus and thought it was H*nry VIII

Also I have seen almost every single one of Art E’s (person who made six the kids) tumblr posts + may or may not have also gotten a virus (no fr I’m not sure) from tumblr when scrolling through six posts

whenever I couldn’t sleep or was home alone yes I would perform six and yes I would know most of the lines

the biggest album on my phone is six photos + I have separate albums for every queen and their kids

also I have seen pretty much every incorrect SIX quote and they are pretty much inside jokes with myself

when I would get really anxious I would imagine my life if I was an actor on tour playing Boylen and my friendship which each of the other random actors and also I would imagine my favorite six six (the last song) animatic

there were times where I could hardly do anything without thinking “OMG THIS IS SO JANE SEYMOUR LIKE I,AGINE IF THE QUEENS WERE HERE AND JEHFJDJWKWKWMMA” (to myself in my head I’m not annoying like that….well to anyone but G)

I wanted to make a Anne Boylen cosplay SOOOO BAD despite having no cosplay skills one time I tried to make one for a belle doll I bought at goodwill speicifically for that purpose and also one out of cardboard

I have an album with all of the bootlegs I could find that aren’t just a black screen and can send it to u

and yet although I’ve been obsessed for 2-3 years I have hardly made any art for it and just have like 50 million unfinished sketches and may or may not have unfinished fanfics and so so many mental ideas of animatics (idk how to animate) that I abandoned after a day and I own 4 pieces of merch that I didn’t make myself (7 if u include the stuff I made) ✌️😭 ✌️😖

when I was bored instead of watching a Netiflix show or listening to music like a normal person, oh no, I would rewatch H*nry VIII oversimplified I’ve seen it like 10 times honestly a banger

Also if you know these 3 songs you are SUCH a real one and I love you;

-divorced behead and died 🗣️🔥💯‼️ divorced beheaded survived 🗣️🔥💯‼️ IM H*NRY VIII IVE HAD 6 SORRY WIVES YOU COULD SAY I RUINEDTHEIR LIVES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️

-H*NRY H*NRY H*NRY HAD SO MANY WIVES THAT HAD TO DIE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯‼️‼️‼️‼️ H*NRY H*NRY H*NRY HAD SO MANY ONLY ONE SURVIED ☝️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️

-ITS SO SUPER CRAZY THAT I GOT TO BE QUEEN 🗣️🔥🔥💯‼️‼️‼️ THE ODDS WERE AGAISNT IT IF U KNOW WHAT I MEAN OFC I WAS THE DAUGHTER TO A POWERFUL KING BUT I NEVER THOUGHT I’D END UP WEARING THIS THING 👑👑🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️‼️

Also yes I censor H*nry and not fuck bc it’s funny and I like that it’s like a little with us six fans 💪 as well as Henrat

also I did a history project on Elizabeth I

also at another preppy little thing I did was think which of my friends are each of the queens bc I’m Boylen therefore we all have to be besties

And I could write something probably longer than this post abt my head canons of what I think their personality would be like au’s how I think their friendships are to each other what they would like and dislike, basically a really advanced sim and yes I have made them in the sims but sims 3 won’t let me have more than 8 so Edward had to go also Eddy is an iPad kid bc I deicided like come on Jane would so give him and iPad and be like “oh yes ofc I will pay 20 dollars so u can have new robux 😇”

also I have every single one of the queens and their kids deathdays on my calendar (Mae is not included) as well as their birthdays

also it has been 2 years and I still remeber the time and date I saw six for the first time (cried 6 times 3 when it started 3 when it ended) 💪💪💪

being a SIX fan is having no clue what to say when someone asks how many wars H*nry fought but knowing the amount of miscarriages Lina had

fun fact: Henry killed thousands more ppl than Mary ✌️😜

One time I got in like a 30 minute argument with my friends Snapchat ai about whether or not H*nry deserves decent human respect BITCH JUST BCZ IT WAS A “DIFFRENT TIME” DOESNT KAKE IT OKAY” 😤😤😤

ALSO I HAVE SOOOO MANY UNPOPULAR OPINIONS AND ALSO KATHRYN PARR IS SPELT WITH A K GUYS GET IT RIGHT BC ELIZABETH MADE HER A FRENCH VERSION OF ONE OF HER BOOKS AND PUT HER INITIALS ON IT WHIC WERE KP ‼️‼️‼️

Also fun fact Elizabeth signed everything Elizabeth R because R means Regina which means queen in Latin or something and Elisabeth could speak SOOO MANY diffrent Languages.

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kira-fluff · 2 years

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hi kira!! i'd like to request something, you know how there is only when the haikyuu boys walk in on you changing, right? but what if it where when YOU walk in on the haikyuu boys changing?

a/n: hi anon!! omg you are a GENIUS!! gold star <3 i almost feel obligated to provide photos of them shirtless but i don’t think i could bring myself to stop staring at it lol feel free to request more characters like usual! p.s. - we’re almost to 1.5k followers which is totally crazy!!! love you guys!! <3

accidentally walk in on them changing - haikyuu!!

tw: fem!reader x selected haikyuu characters, suggestive (slight nsfw), cursing, some boys being SASSY if you liked this prompt, i have haikyuu characters walking in on you changing pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

kuroo tetsuro "uhh..." you knocked, but kuroo had just gotten out of the shower and had his earbuds in, so unfortunately, he didn't hear you. and, unfortunately, you took that as a signal that it was okay to enter his room. he was just finishing wiping the back of his neck with his towel, his bicep flexing, when you entered. it took him a moment to notice your staring. you stared at him. he stared at you, eyes growing wide. he gazed down at his apparel, or rather, lack thereof. slowly, he slipped out one of his earbuds, hardly registering your audible gulp over the sound of his rapidly beating heart. you immediately slammed the door shut, shouting, "oh my god i'm so sorry!" tetsuro blinked, once more looking down, before a burning flush took over his entire body. he is so confused. knowing kuroo, he'll want to talk about it as soon as possible since communication in any of his relationships are important to him, especially when the girl he's been crushing on for years is on the line. after the confusion is cleared up, he'll hope you can look him in the eye again.. he won't be mad if you can't, though. just... if he catches you staring at his crotch one more time he might have to leave the room. man, is it hot in here.

oikawa tooru "oh my god fuCKING KNOCK?!" you and oikawa practically grew up together so it's pretty much a given that you wouldn't need to knock... right? i mean, he'd just lock the door if he was naked, right? apparently oikawa was once again on his last brain cell. you slammed the door open, declaring your presence in the most obnoxious way possible (just because you knew he hated it) only to be greeted with an extremely not-clothed tooru. it only took a second for him to start trying to throw things at you, whatever was in the nearest vicinity (which turned out to be his phone). you shielded your face more as a defense mechanism than out of politeness. the worst part is that even after you apologize, he's going to yell at you for another hour most likely about how your dirty eyes desecrated his sexy, gorgeous body. literally just tell him to shut the fuck up before i do iwa-chan will be hearing about this, just so you know. it's funny and instead of poking fun at you, iwaizumi will never let oikawa live this down. especially because, in retelling the story, oikawa can't help but hide his face in embarrassment. it's kinda cute though.

iwaizumi hajime "erm, hey.." SO awkward. can he really blaming you for staring at those abs? ugh, they're good enough to take a bite out of. you bit your lip, your brows knitting together. fuck, this man has it ALL and he's PACKING ssdfhsjkdfhksj so pardon your intrusion. your bad. if you ask to stay, he'll turn BRIGHT RED and get all flustered. it's really entertaining. but seriously, he just finished his work out and all the sweat is pouring down his body but he doesn't even smell gross like how is that fair?! in all the confusion and embarrassment he won't even ask you to leave. he'll just stare at you until you take the hint or decide to take things further (i applaud you in you're that bold). just be aware, what you've just done has uncaged an animal and putting it back in confinement will be tricky - if not impossible. hajime will literally avoid you after this. he is NOT planning on talking about this or to you ever and he's pretty sure he can't look at you again without remembering how you were biting your lip and your eyes took on a darker hue and FUCK it gives him HOPE okay?! he can't believe there's a chance you'd like him but maybe, just maybe...? he remembers sometimes how you let out a little gasp when he'd met your eyes when you'd opened that door. that gasp remains in his dreams, though under much different circumstances. circumstances that wake him up hard.

futakuchi kenji "i. will. kill. you." you have to be tough to even be friends with this motherfucker, much less the object of his affection. it definitely didn't help, though, that your defense mechanism when you witness something that makes you feel awkward is too laugh. of course, futakuchi being futakuchi thought you were laughing at HIM and so this prompted an all out war. as soon as he's slipped back on his boxers in haste, he's literally going to attack you. he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his room, slamming the door behind him. you're already back-tracking, trying to explain that you're just nervous, but he's already stalking closer toward you. of course, you're backing up. this continues until you're sprawled out on his bed and he's leaning over you, his knee in between your thighs. you gulp. he peers down at you, a glow in his chocolate brown eyes as he says, "you're going to regret laughing." it only takes a look down to call his bluff. it's pretty clear blood isn't just rushing to his ears. he's so head-over-heels for you he can't even stand it.

sakusa kiyoomi "leave before i make you leave." the fact that he even let you in his house is proof that he trusts you, but damn, even leaving the door unlocked? truth be told, the lock on the door to his bedroom has actually been broken for a week, but he didn't tell you that. the moment you're staring at his naked form, his surprised look will quickly change to a scalding glare. it's his only coping mechanism stopping him from getting completely embarrassed that basically everything is out there right now for you to see. he can't help wander in his mind to the times when he's imagined you both naked together like this. and it's already starting to piss him off. you let out a defense, "well sorry, your door was open, omi." he scoffs, covering a fist over his mouth, "whatever, just get out."

kita shinsuke "i'm-" *sigh* "...changing in here.." he really did try to tell you, he heard your footsteps coming to his door but by the time it swung open, you'd already fully met a shirtless and pant-less kita, though thankfully he'd slipped back on his boxers before you'd barged in. he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle as you squeaked out a quiet, "sorry!" before closing the door. your reaction was just so cute. with kita, he's hoping you agree that there's nothing more that needs to be said between you. he may give you a little nod or a "don't mind" hand-motion, but he won't outright talk about it. it's still embarrassing even if you were much more flustered about it than him. just promise you'll still talk to him as well, ok?

miya atsumu *trips trying to grab his towel* he acts like there's a five-second rule to seeing someone naked. it doesn't count if he's reached his towel to cover himself up before those five seconds are up, right? well, he's also a huge dumbass, so he trips over the shit he's left on his messy floor and falls. just bare ass cheeks as he lays there. no, he's not getting up. yes, he's alright. he's just gonna lay here for a while. later, when you can no longer hold your laughter in, he'll get real defensive and argue that you should've knocked louder when he obviously couldn't hear it due to his "off-key singing". that being said, he's not going to hold it against you, i mean, he can't really say "no" to you ever away. 'sumu is a mega-simp, a'ight? too bad his "cool exterior image" is gone now. not that he had that in the first place... but he doesn't need to know that.

miya osamu "you ain't gettin' a look at this for free, ya know." it's irritating how a little smirk creeps up his face like he KNOWS he's fine as fuck (which he does). you're standing there gasping for air while he's just completely unaffected! it's annoying. you scoff, turning your eyes away and letting him know that atsumu just needed him to make dinner. you were a tough one to break, but this was something you could've never prepared for. and osamu was determined to win you over however he could because, let's face it, he's crazy about you. you can't image the amount of times he's replayed the scene of you standing there with your throat bobbing up and down and mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, a heated blush igniting across your face. your eyes feasted on his body, trailing down to his thighs and dick, widening when he purposefully flexed his muscles. it was precious - like a little treasure. osamu once got a pillow to the face for "laughin' like a creep" when he was supposed to be going to sleep.

suna rintaro "are you gonna leave or should i?" sassiest mf alive istg. i don't know what you expected. suna is impossible to read so when you're standing there just... staring and his expression remains blank even as he's completely nude but not making any moves to cover himself up... well, you can't help but wonder what the hell he is thinking. just as you mutter, "leaving.." he grabs you by the arm. you tense up, turning around and meeting his gaze with your own, a questioning eyebrow raised. he cleared his throat before uttering one word - "stay." there's no need to talk after... if you weren't "a thing" before, you are now. as your lying next to him in bed, sound asleep, he's running his hands softly through your hair, thinking about how long he's been wanting this and wanting you and loving you. he's a lucky guy, what can he say? he's got you.

terushima yuji *pterodactyl screech* leave it to you and your inability to knock. you were so used to going in and out of yuji's room that by this time you assumed he'd lock the door if he was changing, right? wrong. if asked, terushima would say he'd winked and asked if you'd wanted to join him. in reality, as you stared at his long torso and the patch of hair that led down to his dick, he'd flushed, letting out a loud shriek, and hilariously attempted to cover both his unmentionables and his chest. after the fact - after a long, cold shower more likely - he's so embarrassed. he may or may not chew you out with a bright red creeping up his neck. someone help him... he's already been holding back so much and now that you've seen him like that confessing seems impossible.

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If This Was A Movie/How You Get The Girl

PAIRING: Kenny McCormick x Reader

SUMMARY: “And that’s how it works. That’s how you got the girl.”

GENRE: Fluff.

WARNINGS: None that I’m aware of.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k words

Act 1: If This Was A Movie

“Dude, you like Y/n?” Kenny locked his phone after hearing Kyle’s question. He thought no one could see his screen, but not everything could go as he wished. Kenny quickly hid his phone, but he knew it was already late.

“Who’s Y/n?” Clyde asked, wanting to know what Kyle and Kenny were talking about.

“A girl who was our friend for what? Eight years?” Kenny only nodded. Clyde returned his attention to the screen in front of him. Kyle asked again at his lack of response, but this time in a lower tone so Clyde wouldn’t listen.

“Kenny, do you like her?”

“I dunno…” Kenny sighed. He really didn’t know. He may have seen you as a potential partner, but that was when you were 15. Now that he was 22, he felt more confused than when he was a teenager. “It’s just that recently I can’t get her out of my mind. A few days ago, I saw her with her parents walking down the street, and… God, she looked so pretty. I mean, she was already beautiful back in the day. But she looked more mature. And also, she’s been more active on her insta, and she seems so happy. There’s something about her smile that messes up with my head.”

“Dude, you do like her!”

“Fuck” the realization was something Kenny was trying to evade at any cost. It’s not that he hated the idea of you two dating. He’s scared, mainly because you’ve barely talked for years. What if you didn’t like him? How could he like someone he hardly has spoken to? “What am I gonna do, Kyle?”

“You have to do something, Ken.” Kyle could see how his best friend was scared. But maybe this was what Kenny had needed after so long, you. He knew something had changed within Kenny the moment you stopped talking, and seeing Kenny finally be honest with his feelings was refreshing to Kyle.

“Like what? What if she’s not interested? I mean, look at her. Someone like her definitely has people going after her.”

“I mean, yeah, she’s prettier than before… Answer this. Has she uploaded something regarding a potential partner or something along those lines?” Kyle asked.

“Well, not really. It’s always her friends or family. Not a single guy in sight.”

“There you go. Instead of pouting and looking at your phone screen. Do something about those feelings.”

“I think I like him, Wendy,” you confessed to your best friend.

“Who?”

“Kenny.” you heard a scream come out of your phone speaker, making you move your phone away from you.

“I KNEW IT. OMG. SINCE WHEN?”

“I think I figured it out a few weeks ago. I mean, he uploaded a photo of him in the gym, and god, he looks so fucking handsome. After that, I started to remember all the times we were together and how sweet he was. I know I tend to lie to myself, saying we were only friends back in the day, but the more I think about it, the more I realize I liked him back in high school.” you said worriedly.

“Why the tone? You should be happy you are finally being honest with yourself and admitting your feelings towards him.”

“I don’t know, Wen. Do you realize we haven’t talked in years? What if he doesn’t like me now? Hell, I don’t even know if I liked him back in the day. Now that the years have passed, how am I supposed to do something about my feelings? I think the best I can do right now is forget how I feel and see if it helps.”

“No. Sorry, but I’m not letting you suppress your feelings just because you are scared. We’ve never talked about Kenny properly, but now that the topic’s here, I want to know how you felt when he was your friend?” you sighed and started remembering everything.

“Well, He was protective over me. He always made sure I was ok and made me feel happy whenever I was feeling down. I remember the first time I saw him. It was second grade. He was so cute. I knew I liked him, even if, back in the day, I didn’t really understand what “liking” felt. I just knew it. But, of course, nothing happened. There was this one girl who told our teacher we were passing on notes, and we got in trouble. Fortunately, Kenny was smart and broke the notes into little pieces. We just had to make up a story regarding the legible words on the remaining pieces.” you smiled at the memory. “After that, I believe we had this mutual and unsaid agreement just to stop whatever we had going on. That’s why after that, we became best friends.”

“Why you never told me about that?”

“Well, it’s not like I remember every single memory with Kenny, you know? I remember that because it was the moment I knew nothing would happen between us.”

“But just because of that, you stopped liking him?”

“Wendy, I got in trouble for that. My mom never bought whatever lie Kenny and I came up with. She knew better. Wen, one of the pieces, literally had the word “love.”

“WHAT?” Wendy shouted once again, making you close your eyes.

“Wen, I swear to god you’re gonna leave me deaf if you keep shouting like that.”

“Sorry, sorry. But care to explain the “love” part, please?” you sighed. You never told this to anyone. You thought it was going to be something you took to your grave.

“He told me he loved me” You knew what was coming next, so you removed your ear from the speaker.

“MY GOD!!! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING! OMG OMG OMG.” You smiled at your friend’s excitement.

“I know!”

“But at that age, he knew what love was?” Wendy questioned.

“I guess so. At that moment, I just smiled at the confession, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized those were some strong feelings right there.”

“God, you do have a history with him… Now I understand why you keep thinking about him after all these years. He was basically your first love.”

“You think that?”

“Duh. It’s more than obvious.” That was something you didn’t like to hear. It confirmed your worst fear of all. He was something more than just your childhood friend. And Wendy was right. Kenny was someone who you couldn’t just forget that easily, not after he was your friend for years. “The more I hear about the two of you, the more I realize you are meant to be together. And now we have to make a plan for that to happen.”

“Can you just answer that damn story? You’ve watched it at least 15 times Kenny” Karen sighed tiredly.

“What if it’s not for me?”

“Of course, it’s for you, you dumb….”

“Hey!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve known the two of you literally since I was born, and Y/n obviously likes you back. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t post everything she wants to do until she has a boyfriend for you to see.”

“What if it’s for another guy” Karen closed her eyes and counted to 10.

“Ok, first of all, is it just a normal insta story for everyone to see, or is it a “close friends” story?”

“Close friends”

“Great! Then you have your answer.”

“But what if she just forgot to remove me from her close friends?” Kenny felt really troubled. He was so in love with you, but he didn’t dare to be direct and say it to you. He’s been so heartbroken and lost so much in his life. He doesn’t want to lose again now that he has you back in his life. He preferred to have you as only his friend than to confess and lose you if you didn’t feel the same.

“Kenny, since when are you this scared of confessing to a girl?”

“Since it’s Y/n of who we are talking about.”

WENDY: Did he see it?

Y/N: Yeah

WENDY: And…?

Y/N: He didn’t answer to it.

WENDY: Ugh, I thought it was gonna work

Y/N: Me too

WENDY: I just don’t understand. He obviously likes you back

Y/N: Look, we just came to that conclusion from his CF stories. What if they were meant for someone else? And there’s also the fact that we just started talking after so many years of going no contact with each other. What if I just misunderstood everything?

WENDY: Don’t you even dare to begin overthinking about this. Wasn’t he the one who just posted, “If I added you to my CF, obviously I want to make out with you.” That was your opportunity to answer that story!

Y/N: I know, ugh, why am I like this? I don’t wanna blow it up. Not that he’s back in my life

WENDY: I know it was hard to have him back as your friend after so long. But it’s so obvious he likes you back.

Y/N: Who am I even kidding? I know, and I really like him too. I’m running out of ideas to make him confess, Wen.

WENDY: I just know the two of you are gonna be together. He’s just stupid and dumb and way too shy for his good, and it doesn’t help you are just like him.

Y/N: I’m gonna ignore that.

WENDY: You were made for each other.

Y/N: I swear to god...

WENDY: But on a serious note. From what you’ve told me, he’s a nice guy, yeah, horny, but you’re just as horny as him. And he seems sweet and polite when it comes to you. I know you are scared, but imagine how he’s feeling. I’m pretty sure he’s as frightened as you are. You told me you were the best of friends before you stopped talking.

Y/N: True, but what if he sees me only as his childhood best friend?

WENDY: Yeah, right. You don’t post about wanting to cuddle and kiss and do all the unimaginable to the person you like for your childhood best friend to see. He wants you as more.

Y/N: I don’t wanna get my hopes high, Wen. Not with him. I can’t lose him again.

WENDY: Think about it this way. Would you like to take the risk and be honest with him knowing he’s gonna say yes? Or never tell him how you feel and regret that decision for the rest of your life?

Act 2: How You Get The Girl

“Where are you going?”

“To see Y/n, I’m going to tell her how I feel.”

“Wow, hold your horse Kenny. First of all, I’m glad you finally made a positive decision in your entire life, but it’s raining. What are you going to do? Stand outside in the rain until she comes out, or what?”

“That would be pretty romantic, don’t you think?” Kenny smirked, putting on his sweatshirt.

“Yeah, and also pretty stupid, in my opinion.”

“She posted this story about cuddling while it’s raining, and as you said, it was meant for me. I’m going to her house.” Karen never saw her brother this determined. She knew nothing was going to stop him.

“You’re gonna get sick, Ken.”

"I don't care. I just want her by my side." Kenny said as he was exiting his house.

A million scenarios crossed Kenny’s mind. What if he just misunderstood the whole situation? A fear crept on the back of his neck. He was starting to get anxious. What if you did think he was insane to just confess out of nowhere? When he least expected it, he was at your front door. This was it. Now or never, Kenny thought. He knocked three times.

You heard the knocking from your bedroom. You really didn’t want to open the door. But your parents were out, and you knew your mother was waiting for packages, still when you thought about it, no one in their right state of mind would deliver while it was raining outside. More to your dismay, you got up, and you were glad you did.

“Are you insane, Kenny?!”

“Hi,” Kenny smiled at you, making your heart stop. God, you missed that smile.

“What are you doing here?” Kenny gulped at your question. He needed to take all the courage he had.

You felt your heart in your ears. You’ve only dreamt of this moment, but he was here. This wasn’t your dream.

“I… I want you. I don’t care about what happened between us in the past, and for the first time in my life, I’m more than sure I want you for worse or for better. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for years, and I’ve missed you so much. I know we started to drift apart, but I know things happen for a reason, and whatever I’ve done led me right here. You may not feel the same, or maybe you do. I just know I would wait for you all my life until you’re mine.”

You smiled. You felt your heart wanting to get out of your chest. Droplets of rain started to fall from Kenny’s hair, and that was when you realized he was still standing in the rain. You quickly extended your hand to him, and when he took it, you made him enter your house.

“You’re soaking wet. You need to change your clothes as soon as possible. If not, you will get sick. Come in.” You started to go to the bathroom, but Kenny grabbed your hand, stopping you. He turned you around, pulling you closer to him. You didn’t say anything, only looked at him in those beautiful eyes. Kenny started soaking your clothes, but right now, you have more important things to worry or be excited about.

“You’re not going to say anything?” he grabbed one of your cheeks and whispered, getting closer to you.

“Like what? Like how that was the most romantic but crazy moment I’ve had? Like how many times I’ve waited for something like this to happen? Or maybe I could say how I would also wait for you my entire life… Does that please you?” you whispered. He was so close to your face. You could feel his lips ghosting yours.

“You’re gonna get sick if you don’t shower and change your clothes, Ken.”

“I couldn’t care less.” his other hand grabbed your other cheek, cupping your face. You gulped as you saw Kenny lick his lips.

“Are you just gonna do something or-” Kenny only smiled and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. Even if it was short, you still felt his lips lingering. You didn’t move, nor did he. It was as if the two of you wanted to remember this moment perfectly. The two of you just stayed there, smiling, standing like two idiots in love. Which you were.

“Wanna change and cuddle?” you asked him.

“So it was for me to see,” he smirked.

“Of course it was. You’re the only one that can see my CF stories. Well, Wendy can also see them, but she’s my best friend….” you saw Kenny with the biggest smile. It was like he just needed to hear that. And he did. He took a leap of faith, risking everything, and he was euphoric to know you also felt the same for him.

“Do you, maybe, want to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes. I would love to.” You wrapped your arms around Kenny’s neck, pulling him for another kiss. This time a longer and more passionate kiss. You’ve finally got the person you love the most back. And it was amazing.

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Evanescent Sequel

Chapter 5

Previous chapter here.

Jake

I fill out the form, telling all the buttons I pressed and the time we spent waiting in the elevator. I take a final look at the form– my handwriting is uneven, perfectly representing my clouded mind. As much as I trust Lucas, I can't shoot down the uneasiness. Amelia is someone I've known from my past and Lucas has only known me for over a year. I can't point it out but the person Amelia knew and the one Lucas knows right now might be completely different.

Not to mention but I'm the common link between them and there's no denying that their conversation would center around or at the very least involve me. And I want to be there when it does.

Therefore, I rush towards the working elevator, checking my phone while I wait to reach my floor. There are no messages from either of them. I desperately want to look up Alex but I don't have my burner phone on me and I can't risk it with my personal phone. I find this life too precious to lose over someone as less important as Alex.

I snap my head up when the elevator dings and the doors open. The corridor is empty, but well lit. I call Lucas and put the phone to my ear.

He picks up after the third ring. “Yes? How can I help you?” He asks in his filtered voice, hiding anything that he might be doing or feeling.

“You can help me by telling me where she is.” I reply back. Mine, Lucas' and Garrett 's, all of them have equal chances because it's Lucas.

“She as in? I know many she's, you know.”

“Lucas.” I warn.

“No fun. We are at my place. I'm making her soup.” He says and I relax. She hardly ate anything and she likes soup.

“I'll be there in ten minutes.” I start walking to my apartment.

“Still not done with the formalities?” He questions as if he already knows that I am done with it.

“She likes it spicy.” I tell him, ignoring his question which is an answer enough for him. And then I disconnect the call as I reach my apartment door.

I open it and close it. What am I going to say to her? I couldn't answer her question. And to be honest, I don't think I would have even if the elevator hadn't opened. She caught me off guard, like she has many times. But this time I truly have no clue. Everytime my heart tells me to say yes, my mind strikes with all the memories, the ones with her and the ones without. The bliss and the pain. History may repeat itself, it may not. And as much as I'd like to believe that this time there aren't going to be any problems like last time, I heed at the fact that that's exactly what I thought last time.

I sigh, my back against the door. I look around at my apartment, the incompleteness in it that I can never point out, only feel. But I never really cared about it but when I look at it now, I wonder what she thinks of it. I consider changing and rearranging the things just to make her notice them, to have her attention. And it's ridiculous, because after all the thinking I'm doing right now, she might just tell me that she was in a vulnerable state when she said it. My worst fear is that she might tell me to forget it when I will be standing there, ready to say yes.

Time. I remind myself, I need time.

My phone beeps, the light reflecting in the ceiling. It's a message. From her.

Amelia: *sent a photo*

It's a screenshot of a conversation between… Lilly and Jessica. How old is this? But that concern sweeps off when I read the conversation.

Jessy: What's going on between the hacker and Amelia?

Lilly: What do you mean?

Jessy: You know what I mean. He only talks to her, works with her, protects her and I'm damn sure that means he trusts her. Are they….?

Lilly: I don't think so, Jessy. I mean, Amelia is smart, though she might flirt with him for fun and Jake seems like the person who'd never let anyone in.

Jessy: Ah, that's kinda sad. They have chemistry, don't you think so?

Lilly: Jessy, I love your hopeless romantic heart but I don't think they'll go to the next stage ever.

It's old, very old. Just when I'm done reading it, another message from Amelia pops on the notification bar.

Amelia: Well… How did you like it?

I grin, that's the first message I sent her when I gave her access to Dan and Jessica's chat. My very first message to her. The beginning.

I can't help it when I reply this:

Jake: We proved them wrong.

Amelia's reply comes five seconds later.

Amelia: Wanna prove them wrong again?

She must have known it. She must have realized that I was unsure if she meant it in the elevator. This is her telling me that she did. She meant it.

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I don't know how to fell about this. I felt so easy just diving right into Jake's mind. I love this Jake in evanescent, it has always come naturally to me to write his mindset. But let me know how you liked it?

Since it's been a long long time, I’d appreciate as many reblogs as possible so that this reaches the old readers.

I'd appreciate comments too!

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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I loved your Ramón story😍 Would love your take on something like this: female reader is going through some things and distances herself from Ramón. When she fails to show for a family breakfast meeting, he finds her drunk out of her mind and in desperate need of being taken care of🥹

Ramón Arellano Félix x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy. I do not speak Spanish nor I am going to try too.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st & 2nd gif @gangstababydoli, 3rd gif @nomoregoldfish

Warnings: drinking, f/Reader going through some things.

I am so happy you loved my Story. I was nervous to write for him. I hope you like this one.

Summary: f/Reader is the girlfriend of Ramón. She also has been going through some things & can't tell Ramón, so she tries to hide it. That is until she doesn't show up for a family breakfast & has Ramón panicking.

YN's POV

I could hear the phone ringing once more in the distance but I couldn't bring myself to answer it.

I knew it would be Ramón. He has been the only one who has called these last couple of days. I am only answering when I can not take the ringing anymore.

But Ramón isn't used to this from me. I practically race to the phone to answer it knowing it is him. He always makes sure to call me just to touch base.

I look forward to his calls. To hear when he will be home if he had to travel or just to make sure he is safe.

I heard my answering machine turning on and the sound of his confused voice filling the room.

"Hello my love. Just calling to let you know that I will be home tomorrow. Will be getting in late though, so I will be staying at Benjamin's but the family will be having breakfast together. Call me back, I love you."

The last part broke me. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I played the message back before I erased it.

It was still early as I headed upstairs to my room, stopping off at the bar that Ramón insisted on putting in my home and grabbing the bottle of rum that I bought so long ago.

I didn't bother to grab a class as I just brought it to my lips and drank straight from the bottle.

My throat burning slightly as I drank. I climbed into bed and drank it all until I woke up the next day, my head pounding as I rushed to the washroom to throw up what little I had on my stomach.

I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.

I went back to the kitchen, trying to find something simple to make myself when I saw the new bottle of whiskey just sitting there.

I grabbed it and placed myself on the couch to watch some of my favourite TV shows . The phone randomly ringing and it going straight to the answering machine.

The faces on the TV became more and more blurry as the day went on. I tried to just sip the whiskey but by the time the sun was setting, I was already slumped over, the TV at this point long forgotten and now just background noise.

Ramón Arellano Félix's POV:

This is the fourth time today that I have called YN and she still has not answered. I slammed the phone down and Benjamín just gave me a look, but he knew better than to ask me what was wrong.

He already knows that YN hasn't returned any of my calls and has hardly picked up the phone.

"Maybe she is out with friends. She did tell you that she was going to take this time to see them." He said to me as he looked out the window.

"Maybe." But I knew deep down that wasn't what happened. Even before I left for this business trip, YN has slowly been pulling herself away.

At first I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to see it. Her smile didn't reach her eyes like it once did.

There was a sadness in her eyes when I looked into them, but I just pushed that feeling aside. Trying to convince myself that I was just seeing things.

But that night as I slept in what I considered my room at Benjamín's, I could only dream of YN telling me that she wanted to leave me.

I hardly slept but the few hours I didn't help me at all. It didn't help my nerves and as I got up and ready for the day, I thought about calling YN once more but even I knew she wouldn't pick up the phone.

I took my spot at the table and waited for YN to show up. Dina kept looking at her watch and I was looking at the massive clock that was above the fireplace.

Benjamín cleared his throat. "We can not wait anymore Ramon. We must start." I sighed and gestured for him to start this meeting, all the time wondering where the hell was YN?

Once the meeting was over, I practically flew out of the house and to my car. I ran every stop light and stop sign it felt like as I drove to YN's home, my home.

I slammed the car door shut and ran into the house, my gun in my hand ready to shoot anyone if I need too.

But the house was silent except for the sound of the TV that was on in the livingroom. I called her name and waited for her to answer.

Nothing.

I called it twice more and started to panic even more now, that was until I heard the groaning coming from the livingroom.

I walked towards the room quietly having no idea what the hell I was walking into.

What I actually walked into I have seen dozens of time with other people, but seeing my girl laying on the couch, with what looks like an empty whiskey bottle on floor.

"Ramón?"

"Yes baby." I took a few steps towards her and she looked up at me.

YN went to say something but then she puked all over herself and the carpeted floor.

"Of fuck." She said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Come on baby, let's go take a nice bath and get you cleaned up."

"But I gotta clean this up." She slurred out. I took her hands in mine, not caring at this point about the smell.

"I will have someone come in and take care of it." I walked the usual trail to our bedroom with the massive tub.

I helped YN take off her her clothes and put her in the shower first to clean her off. Once I was happy that she didn't smell like puke anymore, I ran us a bath with her favourite soap.

As that was filling, I called in the cleaning crew I normally use for when we throw parties to come and clean up the mess.

I sent Kitty out for food and her favourite coffee and now the two of us are relaxing in the tube.

"You had me worried baby." I said to her as I kissed that spot behind her ears that has her sighing.

"I know Ramón." YN was still drunk, but not as bad as when I found her.

"Want to tell me what is going on?"

"No...not yet."

I wanted to shake her. To force her to tell me what is going on but I can't be him with her. I had to be her Ramón.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Kitty walked in when I gave the all clear. He placed the food and drink on the small table he brought in with him and quickly left.

"Here eat. Get something on that stomach of yours." I said to YN.

The two of us ate in silence for a few minutes.

"Ramón?"

"Yes love."

"Thank you for just being here."

I kissed her temple and muttered, "I am here for you. I love you."

"I love you too Ramón."

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imaginaryberries · 25 days

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Coming home from holiday 2morrow! Have had a lovely time and looking forward to being home with my cattos. Here are some things that have happened:

- the mattress topper and pillows provided by the villa are so comfortable that I've made a note of the names of them (they're from IKEA) so I can buy them when we get home. I thought our mattress was great but I haven't woken up with a sore back or neck all week!!

- it rained the first two days and then on the third day, the first sunny day, my brother (who is ginger) got so badly burned that he had to go to the doctor, has several large blisters, and is currently walking with a cane

- I found an amazing gluten-free breakfast cereal that I will dearly miss when we leave

- I very nearly glutened myself with a packet of crisps but looked up the Spanish for "wheat" at the last second and dodged that bullet

- I hardly took any photos on my phone, I've been using my SLR instead and I am so so excited to get the film developed

- we saw several people rollerskating on the beautiful smooth bike path by the beach and have resolved to come back at some point and do the same

- other than the first two days, the weather has been nicer than we could have hoped for the time of year and I actually had to buy a wee top and shorts as everything I brought was with slightly cooler weather in mind

- last night, other than a couple of brief wake ups, Leo slept from 5.15pm til 8.45am !!!!

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pizza-feverdream · 7 months

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Heheh buckle up cause I'm sick and have nothing better to do with myself than to rant abt my ocs online (unrelated but I can't even hardly swallow water and it sucks :)

The context is these people live in an apartment/house with rooms for rent (still working things out) and strange things happen (yes i know that's INCREDIBLY vague but I don't want to give too much away yet)

Alr my first, chronologically, is Gill Moody

(First two are picrews, the rest is my art)

I'm not gonna delve into the plot just yet, cause I want to actually write/draw this story (it was originally gonna be a webcomic but I started writing it instead and I think I like it better that way)

Anyway, Gill is 23, he's got a little sister Shirley (I don't seem to have any pictures of her on my phone so this can be a joint description; shes just a small girl version of him with pigtails). Shirley is 8, and Gill took her with him when he moved out at 18 cause their parents were not safe to live with. They've moved from place to place, obviously kinda struggling, and they finally found this place (working title: arthur's place/house) with cheap rent, SUSPICIOUSLY cheap rent, but at this point it's what Gill can afford, so that's where they're moving. EXCEPT, the day that Gill goes the sign the lease, while Shirley is at school, after he signs it, he ~mysteriously dissappears~~~~

Next is Jessie.

(Ran out of photos for this post but you get thr gist)(first three are picrews)(I swear I can draw myself but apparently i don't have anything good saved ig)

(I'll copy paste what I have in my reference doc:) She was a rebellious teenager when living with her parents as an only child, and got into some trouble stealing things, etc. Her parents were rich but they cut her off financially when she grew up and moved out. She tried to make a living but she didn’t go to college and had a hard time finding a decent job with marks on her record. She managed to find a retail job that would pay for Arthur’s apartment, especially when Hattie moved in. (End paste) She doesn't get along GREAT with the rest, and she definitely has a secret. She particularly dislikes Iggy and Shirley, but tolerates Hattie, and REALLY likes Wheeler ;) ;)

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hrhmiat · 6 months

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The Princess Diaries: KEEP OUT!

I swear, I had a story to tell a year ago when I first thought of this fanfction about what happened on Mia's prom night. But seriously, I didn't think it would turn into what it is today! I am SOO full of joy and my heart is warmed by the amount of people who have expressed their interest and desire for me to keep writing this fic. As I sit here writing Chapter 10, I am so proud of myself to say, that as a fanfiction writer that I've actually gotten to chapter 10!!!! In the years I've been writing fanfics (since 2019, mostly in my favorite anime called, Gundam Wing) I've tried many of times to start chapter fics, but never end up writing more than two or three chapters. (Even though, I will never give up any of my stories that I've started) I think this story is what I needed, to inspire me to figure out how to move forward with my fears of continuing a story to completion. So, thank you to myself. Thank you to the people who have helped me through the years to become a better writer, thank you to my friends, my beta's and thank you to the people who keep inspiring me. On that note: Michael and MIA FOREVER!< 3! <3 The Princess Diaries: KEEP OUT! Chapter 3 An excerpt from The Princess Diaries: KEEP OUT! Chapter 3:

I am so mad right now. Hello, I'm eighteen years old! Where are my rights as an adult?! Where are the freedoms I gained graduating high school?!

I guess it's impractical for a princess like me.

It's as though I am Rapunzel, maliciously locked away in my tower, awaiting my handsome prince to arrive, reciting, 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.' And then I'd let my long golden locks fall aiding to my rescue. Okay, well, I don't have THAT long of hair. And thank GOD my hair finally reaches my shoulders now. I have no idea why I went full Britney two years ago. But anyway, my alternative, or at least the ‘city life’ tower would be sending the fire escape steps down to allow passage for my one true love to save me from this God-awful New York City loft. Although, now that I think about it, I have it way worse than Rapunzel; at least she wasn’t chaperoned and forced to the confines of a small Manhattan apartment with her parental units chasing after her baby brother, who is causing such a ruckus right now!

There is no peace for me!

Anyway, why am I angry? Because I'm not allowed to see Michael tonight, which ruins our plans for the evening! And now I have to wait another day for Michael to install the firewall he promised to integrate into my phone so that TMZ or any other potential hacker can't access my private text messages and pictures! Not that I have any pictures that are incriminating to leak onto the internet. I hardly think anyone would be interested in thousands of photos of my baby brother, Rocky, or my cat, Fat Louie. I mean, they are both VERY cute, but nothing worth headlining the gossip columns:

MIA THERMPOPLIS’ SHOCKING LEAKED PHOTOS REVEALED!

ACK!

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hannahssimblr · 5 months

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Chapter Twenty (Part 2)

I text Claire when I’m on the bus and tell her I can’t make it to the hotel. Her response is immediate.

Why???

I tell her about how Jude invited me to Dublin, and as soon as I hit send my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and she’s immediately talking.

“Did he actually?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God.”

“I know.”

“So you’re going to Dublin?”

“I’m on the bus now.”

She gasps. “Is there other people going?”

“Yeah of course, it’s hardly going to be just me.”

“Still.” There’s a pause. “He might kiss you again.” She says it like it’s a warning, but I can’t help but conjure up the memory of him pressing me into a trellis wall at the festival, hot breath on my face, and my stomach feels funny.

“Hopefully.”

She laughs. “Hopefully not! You tell him that if he’s going to mess around with your feelings then I’m going to kick his arse. Or I’ll get Shane to do it.”

“Oh, you didn’t tell him about what happened, did you?” I feel my face burning.

“No way! I’ll just tell him to kick his arse and he’ll do it for me, no questions asked. I’ll make him fly to Berlin if I have to.”

I smile. “Whatever.”

“I want updates when you get back.”

“Ditto! I’m sorry I won’t see you before the debs. Be sure to take loads of photos, and tell me if there’s any scandal.”

“Oh I will.” She says. “Although I bet it’ll be a lot of Rock the Boat and the Cha Cha Slide, so more than likely nothing exciting whatsoever.”

“You don’t think Rock the Boat is exciting, no?”

She snorts. “Good luck tonight babes. Remember what I said. Keep him at an arm’s length.”

“I promise.” I say, my fingers crossed in my lap, and I hang up the phone.

I clamber off the bus on George’s Quay and the city is thronged. The traffic is snaking along the river, buses and bicycles all fighting for space on the narrow road, and it’s noisy. There’s this incessant roar of a hundred collective engines idling, people talking, shouting, the hiss of the bus as it opens up the luggage compartment. I feel very tiny. I join a crowd of people waiting for the lights to change to cross over O’Connell bridge, and I’m carried along with the wave of bodies when the light turns green, the pedestrian crossing making that incessant beeping sound. I’m trying my best to look like I know what I’m doing in case someone mistakes me for a tourist and pickpockets me or something, and tell myself I’ll have to get used to this, because when I go to college I’ll be doing this every day.

I queue up for the city bus near the Spire, and I never remember it being so huge. Everything here is huge. People’s faces don’t seem friendly, all hard lines and vacant eyes, that rush-hour stare. Someone shoulders past me as I cling to a yellow handrail on the crowded bus, and doesn’t even turn around to say sorry. I text my mam, letting her know I’m okay, even though I’m not convinced I am.

I get off at Seafield Road, just like Jude told me to, and make my way up the street, looking out for any of the landmarks he mentioned. It’s a big, leafy suburban area lined with big red brick 1930s houses on both sides of the road.

I hang a left off Seafield and head up Vernon Avenue, a string of Georgian terraces that opens out onto the sea. The air is fresh in a way that reminds me of the holiday village, but the seafront in Clontarf has nothing on the one I spent the summer on. It’s built up here, pathways and benches and those outdoor gym machines that nobody ever really uses, it isn’t as unspoiled and beautiful, instead it’s so very urban. I peer over a wall and down into the outdoor area of a trendy restaurant full of trendy people eating al-fresco, their plates adorned with microscopic portions of oysters and scallops and other expensive foods I’ve never tasted. A man with a booming voice says something down his phone about owning properties in Howth and I wonder if my mother really was onto something when she said this area was posh.

I arrive outside Jude’s house. It’s an old Georgian place with lush foliage outside, a brand new car sitting in the driveway. It’s all period details and sash windows, a set of wide stone steps leading up to the front door, which has a classic arched fan light above it. It’s the nicest house on the street by far. It looks like it should be featured in a magazine.

I quickly learn though, that when very cool kids say that a party starts at seven, they apparently don’t mean seven. I’m the first to arrive, and Jude actually looks surprised when he opens the door to me.

“Oh, Evie, Hi.” He says, the heavy-handed plonking sounds of a piano drifting into the hall behind him. ‘I didn’t think you’d come so early, I still have to shower.” Oh God, no. He lets me in anyway. “Come in, my sister is just practising for her piano lessons. They start up again next week but she hasn’t played all summer.” He rolls his eyes. “In case you can’t tell. She sounds shite.” He sounds especially American in this environment, so it’s freaky to hear him use a word like “shite.”

I step into the hallway, high ceilinged with a herringbone wood floor that extends into the back of the house. It’s been built well into the garden, huge windows with glass so clean it’s invisible look out over a patio with all that expensive outdoor furniture that you sit on in the showroom to pretend that you’re the kind of person who could justify paying for something that’s only brought out of the shed for three months a year.

I want to say something like: “I never knew you were so rich” to him, before I decide that it might sound stupid. I just walk on through to the open kitchen and dining area and act like I’m always in giant, converted Georgian houses, and this is all completely uninteresting to me.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” He asks me, and I nod, and then sit there watching him make it, perched on a barstool, the white marble countertops cool under my elbows.

“I’m sorry I’m early.” I say. “I thought it was at seven.”

“No it’s fine, I said seven in the text. I should have been more specific.”

“More specific about…?”

“That seven doesn’t mean seven, it means like, sometime after eight.”

“Oh sorry. I didn’t know there was a cipher now.” He smiles and shakes his head as he tosses a tea bag into a mug, and by now it’s like I can read his mind: He doesn’t think I should apologise for not knowing that, but it doesn’t make me feel any less stupid.

There’s a sudden clacking on the wooden floors and Jude’s mother strides into the room jangling keys. I whip around to look at her. She’s a very young, very beautiful woman with blonde hair in a gamine style. She pauses when she sees me. “Oh hello.”

“Mom this is my friend Evie, Evie this is my mom.” Jude says.

“Hello…. Missus Turner.” I say, because that’s how they address people’s parents on American TV, but it just seems to amuse her. She has the same loping half-smile as her son, and regards me with Jude’s eyes, which is disconcerting. It’s the exact same, sharp, steady gaze that always seems as though it’s cutting through me. “Oh, darling, it’s just Colette.” She insists, and her accent is so posh that it’s almost British. “You’re one of the girls from the Holy Faith school?”

“No, I’m actually not. I’m from Tullamore. In Offaly.”

“Oh Offaly.” She says dully. “Very nice.”

“She’s one of my friends from holidays.” Jude clarifies.

“Oh right yeah, you’re Shane’s sister.”

Jude slides the mug of tea in front of me and I take it immediately, grateful to have something to do with my hands. “No, um. No I’m not.”

“Ah.” She reaches for her handbag from the dining table and rifles through it impatiently. “Jude, have you seen my reading glasses? I can’t find them.”

“Did you check the office?”

“Why would they be there?”

“I’m just asking did you check there.”

They bicker back and forth while I sip sheepishly on my tea. She seems intense, but actually, now that I think about it, sometimes Jude seems intense too. I feel a little wounded that Colette has never heard of me, because it means Jude didn’t bother to mention me. When he told her about his holidays and all the things that happened, I wasn’t in even one of his stories? It’s depressing.

She leaves the room, and I hear her opening a door, the jarring piano music suddenly amplified. “Ivy, get ready please, I want to leave in five minutes.” She shuts it again. Neither Jude nor I say anything until the footsteps have disappeared into the landing upstairs

“They’re going to my Aunt’s house this evening.” He tells me. “They’ll stay until midnight, maybe, and then they’re coming back.”

“Oh right.”

“How’s your tea?”

“It’s lovely, thank you.”

The room feels very large around me, and I feel like I’m Alice. I’ve drunk the potion and I keep shrinking into my environment. The smallest girl alive. Soon I’ll be a microscopic speck on these parquet floors.

“Who’s coming tonight?” I finally say into the long silence, and Jude slumps on the counter, looking very thoughtful. “A few people. Not many you’d know. Actually, except for Jen.”

“What about Kasper and Joe?”

“Everyone got their college offers today, so some people have other plans. They’re too busy to see me off before my big voyage…”

“Oh!” I exclaim. “I never asked about your leaving cert. How were your results?”

“I was happy.” He says with infuriating vagueness.

“Yes okay but what did you get?”

He laughs. “What’s it to you? It doesn’t matter.”

“I want to know, come on, you can’t withhold that.”

“I got enough to secure my place at university.”

“Which is?”

He rolls his eyes. “Five hundred and fifty.”

“Out of six hundred?!”

“Yes of course out of six hundred.” He chuckles. “What else?”

“That’s amazing! Congratulations.” I reach out across the counter and pull him into a hug.

“Thank you.” His cheeks have turned pink. “But if you tell anyone I’ll kill you.”

“Why, so they don’t figure out how much of a nerd you are?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it.”

His little sister runs into the room and grabs her shoes from the mat beside the patio door. “Hello.” She says to me as she fiddles with the velcro straps.

“Hi.” I say back.

“Ivy, this is my friend Evie.” Jude tells her. “Evie, this is my sister Ivy. The one who was playing the terrible piano.”

“Mean.” She pouts.

“Yes, mean!” I agree. “I think you sounded great.”

“She’s lying.” Jude says, and she darts over to karate chop the air in front of his stomach a dozen times. He puts his hand on top of her head and musses up her long, fawn coloured hair . “If you want me to say you’re good then you should have just practised.”

“You should have just practised.” She mocks.

“Do I sound like that?” Jude asks me.

I snicker. “Yeah you do.”

He pokes her in the ribs and she squeals, racing across the room away from him. I sit back and smile to myself as he messes with her. I’m seeing a side to him that I never thought about him having. On his own he’s nearly mythical, this mysterious puzzle to solve, and here in his native environment he seems like an ordinary boy. Someone’s big brother. I imagine him growing up within these four walls, arriving when he wasn’t too much older than Ivy is now. Picturing him as a child is pulling at my heartstrings.

I briefly meet his father too, before they leave for the night; A big American man with a loud voice who also looks altogether far too young to have an eighteen year old son, and he’s firmly uninterested in me. He doesn’t stick around to exchange pleasantries and the three of them leave about one minute after I meet him, which I don’t mind. Jude goes to have a shower after that, and he leaves me alone in the big kitchen, spinning around on the barstool and reading the spines of all the cookbooks on a shelf until he comes back downstairs.

I help him to bring glasses and plates out to the table on the patio, and he starts unloading a shopping bag full of spirits onto the countertop. I nervously ask him if we’re going to be drinking all of that tonight, and he sarcastically replies that yes, we will be, and I personally will have to have at least two of the bottles to myself or he’ll tell everyone I’m a freak. There’s loads of food too. Oven pizzas and chips, chicken goujons, and those indian snacks you get at Marks and Spencers. I put on the oven and shovel everything in while we make idle smalltalk, never once mentioning the festival, the kissing, or the fact that by this time tomorrow, he’ll be gone, because whenever the conversation veers that way, he gets distracted by something else and we wind up changing the subject.

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tw: abuse, ED, self harm, suicide, rape, etc.

I called my mom tonight before Pilates.

"I am so tired," I said.

The tears began to well up. "What's going on, hon."

"I hate my life."

My roommate stopped seeing her abusive partner about a month ago due to an intervention I held. Nothing has gotten better. If anything gets better, she regresses, it's almost like she is scared to exist without this pain. Her support system has done literally everything to help her but she's not helping herself. We left her alone for a couple of hours on Saturday and she cut herself for the first time in 7 years. She was diagnosed with anorexia and bulimia on Monday.

We tell her not to leave the house, she leaves. Her therapist tells her not to sleep with her door locked, the click of the lock is heard throughout the house. You ask her to eat, she refuses. You encourage her to park her car in the driveway, she continues to park it around the block. You erase the pro-ana quotes on her bathroom mirror, they're back in the morning.

We are exhausted.

I chose not to be a mother but, here I am, mothering a 30 year old. I slept on her floor for 3 weeks until my therapist told me I couldn't do that anymore for my sake. My mom, a social worker, says I need to not be involved any longer because it is harmful to me and taking away from the beauty of my life. I've hardly gone to Pilates in the last two weeks because I've been so tired. This isn't fair to me. I thought I could put up this fight but she isn't fighting for herself.

She cannot admit that he abused her. She has dozens of photos of bruises and burns on her phone, but she still thinks he's a good person. He raped her with a hot curling iron. "He's a good person," she says. "He just needs help."

So many of you here witnessed my abusive relationship, some were even around during my ED recovery. I already fought and survived, I don't want to do it for another person. I shouldn't have to. I made two dear friends aware that they were in abusive relationships but that was all I did. They put in the work and crawled out on their own. I can't save my roommate. My mom offered to get me a hotel in the mountains for a weekend so I could get away but I'm too worried she is going to kill herself if no one is home. She cut herself when we were gone for 2 hours, can you imagine 2 days? This is not the life I want to be living. I deserve so much better than this. We all do.

"I never want to hear those words come from you ever again, do you hear me?" My mom in her serious tone, reminding me I already lived through this and I built a beautiful life for myself. "You will not let her take that from you." I fear she already has.

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 2)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Steven belongs to me.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Warning: mention of domestic violance! hurt and comfort, angst, mention of sexual abuse!

Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 2)

Detroit Police Department 20 May 2040 - 09:32 Michigan, Detroit

"It's okay. Take your time..." Hank looked concernedly at the young woman sitting across from him. She hardly dared to look at Hank, even though she knew he would never judge her. The sounds around her, she perceived very intensely. The ringing of the phones, the typing on the computers, the conversations between the police officers... It all made her so nervous. She let her eyes glide over Hank's desk, looking at the various photos and newspaper clippings pinned to his bulletin board. And then there was Connor, standing behind Hank, catching her gaze. He smiled warmly at her and suddenly, she found the courage to speak. "I..." She closed her eyes for a moment, moistening her lips before continuing. "It was around 9 p.m. when Steven came home. I was standing in the kitchen, getting fresh strawberries from the fridge since I was hungry." She looked down at her hands, still seeing everything clearly in front of her. "I hadn't heard him at first, not until he suddenly... hugged me from behind." She got goosebumps as she spoke of it. She could still feel Steven's breath on her neck, smelling his scent. "Holding me tightly against him, whispering... things in my ear." Connor clenched his jaw tightly, which was clearly to see. It made him sick to think where her story would lead...

Flashback...

"Hey, sweetheart." Y/N smelled the alcohol on his breath. He was drunk and in this state, he was unbearable. He already was without alcohol, but having him drunk made him even more aggressive. He took the bowl from her hand and placed it on the counter in front of her, then pressed himself against her body. She could clearly feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her butt. The young woman swallowed, closing her eyes and trying to find the right words to calm him down. Any wrong word could lead to the biggest argument. Y/N knew this because she had been through this many, many times. Steven was a hothead, possessive and dominant. In their relationship, the young woman didn't have much to say and she knew she had to get away from him; only she didn't know when or how to do it. But what was certain was that she could not take any steps too hastily. Every step had to be well thought out, because it could be the last one. She had read about this many times and she took her present situation very seriously. "You smell so good, Y/N." His hands slid under her top, caressing the bare skin of her belly. Carefully, she pushed his hands away. "Not today, Steven. I'm tired..." "Oh, come on, Y/N... Don't be like that", he whispered in her ear, his breath warm and moist. She shivered, her skin covered with goosebumps. The young woman knew she had to stay calm so as not to upset him. But what was the point? Was she supposed to just do everything for him? Every time it came to an argument with him, because of silly things! And every time it ended with violence. She couldn't even count the bruises on her body anymore, as there were far too many. Steven wanted complete control, but her body belonged to her! "Steven!" She tried to push him off her, but his hands were all over her body, sliding into the waistband of her short pants. The young woman half turned to face him as he touched her hot flesh and she pushed him off her with force. Her look was one of pure hatred, she didn't want to be touched! Was this so hard to get? "I said NO, Steven!" She feared that at any moment he would scream out and insult her, but that didn't happen for now. "Bitch! You don't have to yell at me!" Without another glance in his direction, she walked into the living room. She left the bowl of strawberries on the counter, having lost her appetite...

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"And then? What happened, Y/N?" Hank knew this was a very sensitive subject and he was careful in his choice of words. In no way did he want to pressure the young woman. At first Y/N hesitated and the first tears formed in her eyes. She was nervously playing around with her fingers, looking down at her lap, when suddenly she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. It was Connor, coming to stand by her side. Instantly, the young woman reached for the android's hand, which of course did not escape Hank's notice. The lieutenant looked at the two of them for a moment. They had liked each other very much from the beginning. But there was more, Hank knew. He sensed it, even if the two of them weren't even aware of it yet. Y/N trusted the android, allowing him to get closer to her. "I sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, trying to get my mind off it, hoping that the subject was settled. But..." But the issue was never settled. Steven had never been able to let anything go until he got his way. But Y/N was a tough nut to crack, not one to back down easily! "Suddenly, he came. Furious, yelling at me why the apartment was so messy. That he expected a tidy apartment when he came home. He..." the young woman sighed heavily "...is always looking for an excuse to argue." Hank frowned, shaking his head, for he could hardly believe what he was hearing. Steven was probably more sick than he'd assumed after all. "He insulted me. He said I was too stupid to do anything. And... I wasn't even good enough to be fucked since I never let him get close to me..." At her words, Connor's LED immediately jumped to red, his jaw clenched tightly again, and he would have loved to storm into Steven's cell and beat some manners into him. Connor calmed down when Y/N squeezed his hand, clearly looking for comfort. The first tears ran down her face. "Y/N, let's take a break. Okay?" Hank gently reached for her hand, looking towards her with concern. This was clearly too much for the young woman. "Okay, Hank..." Hank smiled encouragingly at her before looking at Connor. He felt it was right that Connor should take some care of the young woman. "Connor, will you take care of Y/N? Meanwhile, I'll take care of Steven some more. I have a few more questions for him." But Connor wanted to be there this time. "Five minutes Lieutenant. I'll be back in five minutes for Y/N. I want to talk to Steven myself. I want to get one thing straight once and for all." And judging from the android's cold stare, Hank knew what to do. "All right, Connor." Y/N looked up at Connor. The fact that he cared so much about her and protected her made her heart pound like crazy. She was very grateful that Hank and Connor believed her words. That they cared about her and showed her that she wasn't alone. That felt good, it helped her stay strong. Connor smiled down at her before disappearing with Hank.

Closely followed by Hank, Connor approached the prison cell where Steven was being held. Hank let the accused out, not without cuffing his hands behind his back before doing so, of course. "Move it, come on!" Hank pushed him out the door and Connor caught the look of the man who had been torturing Y/N. His LED glowed a deep red and only one thing stopped him from smashing the guy's face. He wanted a confession. "What are you looking at, asshole!" Steven growled at the Android. Hank pushed the prisoner ahead and Connor followed into the interrogation room. "Get a move on!" Connor kept his eyes on Steven, not averting his gaze from him for a moment as he positioned himself in front of the large mirror. "What do you want from me now?" Hank folded his arms together as he leaned back in his chair and looked at Steven. "Looks good on you," Hank said, pointing at Steven's nose. Steven just snorted slyly and rolled his eyes, glancing to the side. "The sooner you confess, the sooner you get rid of us!" "What do you want me to confess? I drank too much last night and I just freaked out. So what?" "Oh, well, there you go!" "Wait! What?! I just said I was drunk! I didn't touch her!" "That's not what Y/N told us!" yelled Hank, and Steven instantly winced. He hadn't forgotten how the lieutenant had mistreated him. "You forced yourself on her! And then what, huh?" Y/N hadn't told her whole story yet, but Hank feared the worst. "Did you rape her?" "No!" "SAY IT! !" "FUCK NO!" Connor intervened. Without a word, he walked up to the man and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him to his feet and slamming him hard into the wall. His LED in a deep red. "Did you enjoy hurting her? Tell me. What was going on in that sick brain of yours when you raped her?! SPEAK!" Connor was very close to his face and the android could smell the man's breath, still reeking of alcohol. "SPEAK OR YOU'LL GET OUT OF HERE IN A BODY BAG!" Hank growled in satisfaction, letting Connor have his way. "Oh, Connor! Take it easy, son!" "NO!" "Connor, take it easy!" Hank and Connor had their own tactics for getting suspects to talk. With Steven, it wasn't hard anyway. They would get him to confess and that would make the whole thing easier. Most of all, this would be a good thing for Y/N. And it didn't fail to have its effect, as Steven seemed to panic. He seemed to be more afraid of the android than he wanted to admit after all. "I TOUCHED HER, YES! BUT THAT'S ALL!" "YOU HIT HER! OVER AND OVER AGAIN!" Connor screamed right in his face, his rage barely containable. "TREATING HER LIKE SHIT!" Hank watched the whole thing with a calm expression and he saw how this whole story was affecting Connor. Hank had never seen him so angry before. Y/N really seemed to mean a lot to the android. "And last night you wanted to shut her up for once and for all!" Connors paused for a moment, his voice quieter this time, but all the more his words achieved their effect. "She upset you so much, not wanting to have sex with you. Because she finds you repulsive, Steven." Steven growled, his gaze filled with anger, with hatred, and his body began to tremble. "Last night you understood that Y/N is not a woman who will let you do anything to her! And that made you angry!" "That little whore! She provoked me! MADE AN IDIOT OUT OF ME!" Now Hank and Connor got their confession. Connor didn't interrupt Steven for a moment, but let him speak. "She was fooling with me! I would have done anything for her, but she kept turning me down! And yes! I wanted to fuck her brains out so she'd learn who was in control!" Connor pushed Steven back to his seat and he was more than disgusted at Stevens words. "That stupid whore! I couldn't let her get away with that!" Hank rose from his chair. He knew what Steven would confess next. "Then I just saw the knife and tried to shut her up! It was time for her to stop talking!" "Steven Travish, I arrest you for domestic violence, sexual assault, rape, and attempted murder!" Hank still mentioned his rights, but they would do him little good now. As Steven was led outside, he remained surprisingly calm, knowing he didn't need to hope for a pardon. Hank glanced at Connor, nodded his head toward the exit, and the android immediately understood, for he had not forgotten Y/N.

As Connor slowly walked out of the interrogation room, he had images in his mind. Images of Steven and Y/N. Connor's LED immediately glowed a dark yellow again, because it just made him sick that this monster had gotten away with it for so long. Connor cursed himself for not seeing it sooner! He could have prevented so much! And there she was... Still in the same place where Hank had interrogated her earlier. Connor's gaze was sad and he swallowed, he wouldn't be able to feel the hell that must be raging inside her right now. Slowly he approached her and at that moment, she turned to him as if she had already sensed his presence. She slowly rose from her seat and Connor stopped in front of her, his LED again a soft blue that spoke for the fact, that he was more than fine in her presence. "You'll never have to see him again, Y/N. It's over." When she heard those words, she could hardly believe it at first. So much burden was lifted from her at that moment. She moved into the android's arms. To snuggle up to him and feel the warmth he could give her. Y/N couldn't believe that this whole story had finally come to an end. It had taken her so long to find the courage to get help, but she had done it and now she was finally free. Without Hank and Connor this would not have been possible. They had given her courage and they were the reason she had to break out of her prison. To not lose them both. "Can we go home now, Connor?" She smiled up at him. A still somewhat sad smile, but there was also a lot of relief in her face. Connor nodded gently, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "Yes. Of course, Y/N." Connor knew Y/N meant Hanks' house, and she didn't mean the place where she and Steven had lived together before. And with that, Connor led her out of the police station to take her home.

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It was late at night when Hank came back home. He found Y/N and Connor on the couch. She had fallen asleep in his lap while the android kept gently stroking her head, giving her a tender look. Connor didn't seem to have noticed Hank and he didn't say anything either, watching the two quietly and smiling. Yes, his girl was definitely in good hands and from the looks of it, something seemed to be growing between them. It was crazy when Hank thought about how much he once hated androids. But now Connor was like a son to him, he would trust him with his life, because the android had saved his life more than once...

Next chapter coming soon...

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Safe In Your Love (there isn't a tempest I can't take) Chapter 2

"Well aren't you a pretty sight, did you wake up electrocuted or did you decide to experiment with a can of hairspray? Either way, you should totally go out like this with your 'partner', it would make great photos" Corin chuckled as he looked at the mess that was his best friend's hair, he then went on further as he poured himself a glass of orange juice "Should I call the goblins and tell them that I found their king here or should I just get a masquerade-ball started?".

Hobo Heart muttered an incoherent answer as a response to his friend's teasing, taking a sip of his coffee as his overly cheerful and happy buddy sat down at the table across him, a huge grin on his face. "Soooo, did you have any fun at that gathering? Did any of Desire's siblings make that little heart of yours go pitter patter? C'mon, I need all the details!" The blonde's smile was wide as he rested his chin in the palm of his hands, attention focused on the librarian's facial expressions though was left disappointed by his reply "It was nice, I had a good time but no one really caught my attention like that...None of the elder siblings are really my type : Destiny is nice and all but I don't think he would stick by my side during a situation if there was any encyclopedias involved, which I could hardly blame him for. Death is really fun and easy going but I am not as friendly as she is, if she were to drag me in any social setting I'd try to run immediately. And yes Corin, I am also never going to see myself with Destruction for almost the same reason that I gave for his sister, the potential of being carried around won't sway me" The last sentence brought a pout of the well-dressed male, who felt like his friend was being a stick in the mud and could use a little push.

"Look, I'm not saying that you should marry one of them on the spot, I am just saying that keeping your eyes and your heart open won't do you any harm, besides you could use some butterflies instead of the fake heartbeat that those weird realistic heart plushies that you like so much provide you with...Think about it, alright? Not every guy out there is like the twat you dedicated your time to" After giving him that sage advice, his best friend went out of the house with the intention of ;finally; asking his crush out and promising to text him all the details later in the evening.

Hobo Heart soon let out a tired yawn as he went to take a shower, putting some death metal to fill up the silence of the flat, allowing him to relax as he found himself wondering about Dream Murphy and his husband Robert 'Hob' Gadling , the couple that prompted Desire in getting a fake relationship though he still didn't understand why he was chosen out of all people : sure his appearance was out of the norm, it certainly didn't match his job but other than that he was quite ordinary in comparison to the beautiful successful writer and his handsome lover. An annoyed sigh left his lips as he caught himself thinking about their first meeting again, oh what he would give to be able to have another lovely conversation with Mr. Gadling while sneaking glances at the ever so lovely Mr. Murphy...No, he had to stop letting his thoughts wander off again, he had things to do and now was not the time so he shook himself up (both mentally and physically) and turned on the shower to wash himself.

He screamed along to his favorite songs, letting his feelings out before eventually getting out to dry himself off, feeling more refreshed and calm as he put on a knitted sweater that had little skulls over them with a pair of jeans and his white hair tied up in a loose bun to complete the look. Since he had a lot of time on his hands, he decided to lie on the couch with his favorite book The Throne Of Bones, written by Brian McNaughton. He was just about to read the story of Ringard and Dendra until the sound of his cell-phone ringing interrupted his attempt, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he took the call "Hello, you have reached the phone of Hobo Heart. If you have any inquiries about the 'Fiddler's Green' library call there at another time, we are currently closed. If that isn't why you called, please start stating your reason quickly before I hand up on you" The words were rather harsh in comparison to the ones he'd normally use but the librarian didn't like to be disturbed during his reading time so the person on the other line had to be quick with their reply.

"Oh my, someone woke up grumpy, or is that your usual greeting? I assume not many call you at this time of the day" Desire's voice replied to his bad mood with amusement, making him feel bad as he sighed "Sorry about that, how are you doing?" The question made the blonde smile at the end of the line as they were lying on the couch in a cat like manner, smirking a bit as they answered "I just got off a call with my beloved brother Dream, I am sure you remember him". The teasing in their tone brought another sigh out of Hobo Heart, who then pinched the bridge of his nose as the red-lipped beauty continued to speak "Apparently you have made such a good impression at the family gathering yesterday that my brother and his husband want to invite the both of us for dinner at their humble abode, I believe my sweet nephews will be present there as well…Don't worry, I took the liberty to say yes on your behalf so you can feel free to thank me later. Afterall, you have mentioned yourself that the library is currently closed at this time so why spend the whole day cooped up indoors when you can spend it in lovely company? I will pick you up in an hour or two so in the meantime do take the time to unclench your jaw and relax your stiff shoulders, I can feel the tension radiating off you from a mile" With those kind words Desire hung up with a delighted smile, grinning at their twin while the librarian glared at his cell-phone before sighing and resuming his reading while trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the mere mention of the beautiful raven haired writer whose beauty occupied his dreams.

"Do you think that they are driving safely? What if they get themselves caught in very bad traffic?" His husband's worry brought a chuckle out of the writer's peony lips as his finger tenderly stroked the stubble covering the university professor's handsomely tanned cheeks "Fret not my heart, I am certain that the both of them are going to make an entrance soon. My sibling has many fault but bad driving is not one of them" His soft words eased the male's worries as he went back to peeling some potatoes for the meal that he was planning for their guests. "I know that there's no point in worrying but I can't help it, Dream : there's so many things that could go wrong! I mean, when's the last time that we ever cooked for a date of one of your siblings? I really want to do something great, to properly welcome him into our family, I just…" He sighed, shaking his head a bit "I know it's silly but I really want him to like me, to like us". Hob leaned into his husband's warm embrace as he felt the ravenette's slender arms wrap around his waist, the soft kisses pressed against his neck bringing a few giggles out of him as he felt himself calm down at last. A knock at the door made the two of them look at eachother with a smile before the pair went to let their guests inside, greetings soon exchanged as Desire stepped inside with their usual signature red-lipped smile while Hobo Heart gave a shy 'thank you' in response to the university teacher helping him put his coat onto the rack located next to the door for convenience. The kind brown haired man soon tried to do everything in his power to put the younger male at ease, pouring him a glass of orange juice and letting him know that if he needed anything, he and his husband were in the kitchen and just a holler away in case of an emergency before going back to making the extra cheesy potato and dill gratin that was going to be their meal.

Desire chuckled at the white haired male's awkwardness as they sat him down in the sofa, squeezing his hand to reassure him that everything was going to be alright when two boys ran in the living room "Auncle Desire!!" One of the boys exclaimed excitedly as he was soon pulled into a hug, the blonde chuckling in delight "Robyn, look at you! You have gotten taller than the last time I saw you! Orpheus, you as well!" The boy named Orpheus gave a shy nod in reply as his eyes were focused on Hobo Heart, making the other boy look at Desire in questioning. "Heart, these two lovely boys are my nephews. Robyn, Orpheus, this is my boyfriend Hobo Heart" The minute the introductions were made, the energetic Robyn to ask him many questions about his job, his interests and his favorite food, eventually Orpheus joined. In no time at all the three were having a good laugh or two, the boys liking the boyfriend of their auncle very much already "This is the first time that I ever saw Orpheus come out of this shell this quickly, you really are good with children" Hob's smiling face made the white haired male's heart leap out of his throat when he lifted his head to see who spoke, eyes wide as he took in the gorgeous sight before him : the hot teacher was wearing a pink apron that only added to his already good looks, making his knees weak as he tried to hold his ground. But things got more difficult when the brown eyed professor's husband wrapped his arms around the man, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek as he gave the librarian a sinfully seductive look before saying, as if he didn't just lit up a spark in the younger male's heart "Come my love, we wouldn't want to let our guest go hungry" The word in that hot mouth of his turned Hobo Heart's knees into jelly as he did all in his power to stay calm. The writer gave him a teasing smirk as he returned to the kitchen with his partner, all the while showing off his cute cat themed apron in a way that left his guest breathless.

Soon dinner was served and the librarian finally had calmed himself, having recovered from the whiplash of feelings that he wasn't all too familiar with. While he was enjoying his food, it became clear to him that Dream wasn't done with his merciless teasing just yet : every bite that the raven haired male took was punctuated with eyes rolling back in pleasure, seductive looks delivered as pleased hums left those perfect lips during the entirety of the meal while his partner was being his usual bubbly self. It reached a point where the minute that everyone was finished, the librarian immediately offered to help Hob with the dishes, leaving the writer and his sibling alone in the dinning room "Polite, generous and eager to help..Desire, I must say that I had my doubts when you first brought him in but now I see how wrong I was" The words brought a smug smile to the blonde's lips, which quickly faded as their brother went on "But be that is it may, you must be aware of the fact that a gentle heart such as his is not one meant to be played with until you grow bored. You are meant to cherish it, to keep safe and nurtured as long as you live. If you are not careful and discard him so carelessly", Desire stared at the ravenette as he got off his chair, circling them as he went on, "another who can see his worth will swoop him right under your nose, giving him all that he could ever need and render your cold, unfeeling touch a mere memory".

Desire narrowed their golden eyes at their brother, giving him a tight-lipped smile "Is that meant to be a threat, dear brother of mine? You could do so much better than that…It seems that you have lost your touch" The tone that they used was confident but underneath that bravado they were rather nervous, recoiling in their chair as the ravenette shook his head with a smile. "Not threat, no. I am simply reminding you that the boy whose heart you captured is not a doll" Dream soon leaned in as he whispered, grinning all the while "Heed my warning, my dear sibling" He then pulled away just as his husband walked into the room with their guest, who still couldn't look him in the eyes without becoming flustered. "I think he should go home and rest, he looks like he's running a temperature" The teacher said with a worried look on his face as Desire immediately agreed and, after everyone bid their goodbyes, drove the skull-faced male back to his place.

The first thing that Hobo Heart did was take a cold shower as a desperate attempt to wake himself up from what felt like one of his weird dreams before going to his room to get some much needed sleep. At first it was working, he felt himself drifting off quickly but soon his thoughts went to the university professor, the apron that he was wearing, his kind smile...The white haired male shook his head vigorously as he placed his head on the colder side of his pillow to get back into a dreamless sleep but soon the handsome goth took over his mind, everything about him making his knees weak as his eyes shot open as he shook at the sudden revelation : He was in love with the both of them. The realization left him shaking as he sent his best friend Corin a simple text that said : Fuck, I'm in love😭😰

#safe in your love au #spooky throuple #dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman fanfiction #writer!dream x professor hob x librarian!hobo heart #dream x hob x hobo heart #hobo heart

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davepetea · 2 months

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((just ranting abt writing fanfics you can ignore me lmao. I'm just in a weird place atm but I'm feeling kinda passionate abt writing rn so I'm gonna vent

originally I wrote a lil of this in the tags but then decided to just chuck it under a readmore so people aren't subjected to it against their will. then it got really long.

I'm not actually expecting anyone to read this im just sorta venting to myself. it helps me get my thoughts sorted if I write them down. I can also look back through my #.vat file tag in a few years from now and hopefully be like "wow I'm doing so much better than THAT now", so if that's the case, hi future Vatta! I hope you're having a good day. and if you're not future me, then I still hope you're having a good day, I love you, and this is your chance to turn back bc my rants are boring and LONG

(not turning back yet? ok. your funeral)

so, I haven't been online much bc I've just been in a weird limbo lately and I'm really busy when I'm at home either sorting stuff out or, with my PDA, doing anything I can to avoid my responsibilities lmao

I've been rereading my Tokyo ghoul light novels (I only have Void and Days ? I think they're called), rewatching Zankyou no Terror, and Bungou Stray Dogs (plus the live action Beast film which was? hilarious but I don't think it was supposed to be), and just suffering lmao

(you're still here? wow. you need a hobby. jk. ily)

I've been locked out of the systems at work for a bit, but I still need to be there and wait for the IT ticket to be sorted, so I've gotta be at my desk, cant have my phone or anything, so instead of sitting there doing nothing, I've either been reading, doing codeword puzzles, or I've been writing up 'drafts' for potential fanfics.

in this year of our sufferer 2024. I've been writing up some self indulgent homestuck college AU lmao. I've written over 60 sides of a5, (not inc the inbetween sections where I wrote some stuff on the chromebook at home) some notes, some accidental first draft, bc I wanted something to take up the time. but my handwriting is terrible, I don't write fast enough for my brain, I have a lil dyslexia so the letters and words get jumbled sometimes, and I have this weird thing where I don't do spaces right. but I've been trying to upload it to Google docs with Bixby's photo text extraction. it's pretty good considering how bad my writing is, then I just need to go through and touch it up, the main issues are things like names, there's some letters I do weird like my v turns into an r, or every p it thinks is a capital, but overall. amazing how technology do that.

(see my long ass rambling isn't just confined to venting. I also pretend to write actual things. you can still leave you know. I'm not holding you hostage until you read all this. you have free will)

can't remember how I ended up back in fanfic hell but I read back through like all my old published fics (aside from the cringe ones I orphaned) and the writing isn't terrible. I don't think I actually finished any of them though, which really shows my true nature lmao,,, but I've picked up a few things on my writing style now. and I've got a few things I see other people do that I wanna avoid bc I personally don't like it, and it's mostly about balance, like using names too often/not enough, being too descriptive like All The Time and making the writing really nice, but not much happens in the story so you take like an hour to read each scene, vs not enough description so everything is happening but you don't really get a visual or a breather to appreciate what's happened so far. I've been working on finding my right balance, which is imo easier if you're writing fanfic bc first up you hardly ever have to describe the characters. if someone's reading it they already know who they are. and for scenes you can take some inspo from the source material. does the original work put alot of effort into setting a cool scene? if not, then you don't have to either! if it's 90% scenery then you've gotta do it too I don't make the rules

I'm losing steam now I'm so sleepy and I've gotta go to work in a bit ugh.

(bet you're sleepy reading this too huh. told you it'd be boring)

I've been thinking about trying out writing some BSD fics but on an anonym not linked to my main Ao3, bc the themes are doozys and I kinda just wanna have the freedom of anonymity. also I'm a baby and if someone publicly criticises my stuff without it being a requested critique then it makes me bleh (I've had a few comments in the past of just general negatives, not even constructive feedback, not that I asked for any anyway...), but the abilities are tricky to write for, so it's effort lol

anyway I'm gonna stop now ive gotta get ready for work

(if you actually read this then thanks for going on this emotion deep dive with me. tune in next week when we'll get back to my usual mental breakdown)

#ooc post.#.vat file #genuinely I haven't been online on any blogs lately bc I'm doing. v bad. mental wise.#/rant off

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