#why am i settling when im so strong and smart and beautiful

[sapiomorph]

I thought I learned not be fully honest with people.

But even though I go through this painful lesson again and again and again, i keep trying.

im so fucking desperate to have people to talk to, to have a fucking social circle again, but then i get honest. and i just set myself up for more pain and self-loathing

you’d think at some point i’d stop. i never fucking learn.

at the risk of being edgy on main, it’s not worth trying to let people in, when nothing they see and learn is accepted.

i’ve already lost some of the few people i have in my life by being honest

toxic and desperate for relationships = a constant bad time

but hide behind a smile and playful attitude and they never know

not like they’d accept the truth anyway

#its always the same damn things #why isn't my job good enough #why am i settling when im so strong and smart and beautiful #they don't understand #and when im honest they refute everything #'Don't sell yourself short!' #they say #like i haven't already considered ending myself twice #im too tired and need to go to bed #just venting don't call the police #or fucking whatever

[boldlyvoid]

CONGRATS ON 800, LOVE! IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO SUBMIT SOMETHING EARLIER (this is shemarmooresfedora but from another acct because mine has been shadowbanned for some reason)

i’ll do ❤️🤡💄🛏 please and thank you

maybe like spencer invites you to something as his date and you’re both crushing on each other but it’s not official until the reservation only booked one room

I LOVE YOU DORY!!! i am so sorry you're shadowbanned that is so weird? i hope this cheers you up a little! thank you for all the love and support, and for helping me create little Jo in Amoreena <3

cw: flirting, fake married, mutual pining, high school reunions, assault, love confessions, one bed, implied sex, kissing,

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When he got the invitation in the mail, he thought nothing of it. He left it in the pile on his counter and went off to work the way he always would. He hasn’t been back to his old high school since he was 13, the 15 year reunion was coming up and he was invited.

He wasn’t going to go. He never went to any event unless it was a CalTech alumni event. Because there he was respected, there he was Doctor Spencer Reid, the FBI’s asset and excellent graduate. He was a nobody, a kid and a loser in high school.

“You okay?” Y/N notices he’s quieter than normal, he’s staring off past his desk and she’s worried for him.

“Huh?” He turns to her, “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” she whispers, “come get a coffee with me down at the kart?”

He nods and stands silently, following her out of the room and away from all their friends, in the elevator she knows he’s more comfortable.

“What’s going on, Spence?”

“My high school reunion is coming up, and I really want to go and prove to them that I’m not a dork anymore…” his voice is low and his eyes are fixated on the floor.

Her face drops, she pulls the emergency button and wraps herself around him. “You have never been a dork, Spencer. You have always been magnificent and they’re too dumb to see that.”

He holds her in return, settling as he rests his chin on her shoulder. She feels nice and warm, her hair smells like apples and her laundry detergent is all over her shirt.

“Would you come back to Vegas with me and pretend to be my girlfriend? Say things like that and make them think I’ve got it all?”

He cant see how much she smiles while they hug, “yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend for the day.”

—

She buys the nicest dress imaginable, they fly out to Vegas together and she’s so excited she forgot to ask for her own room. Or at least that’s what she tells him because she really wanted a chance to sleep with him, in more ways than one.

Even to just cuddle with Spencer Reid would be a gift, so she goes all out to seduce him. She looked impeccable, He was thinking it was her way of helping him show off… he was so clueless she was going to have to be the smart one when it came to getting him to see her as more than a friend. She wanted him, she was going to show him just how good she would be to him if she was his.

Her dress hugs her in all the right places, she wraps an arm around Spencer’s middle and holds him close. They walk in like they own the place, everyone is taking turns looking at them as they walk to the name tag table.

“Hi, Spener Reid,” he smiles, “and my plus one.”

“Hi,” Y/N waved at the woman behind the desk.

“Hello,” she smiles, “here are your name tags, Mr. and Mrs. Reid.”

“Oh we’re—“

“Thank you,” Y/N smiles, she takes the name tags from the woman. “Newlyweds, my rings getting resized, he’s still adjusting to the title.”

“Ah, my husband was the same, called it wedding bell shock,” she smiled, old enough to have a husband with shell-shock as well.

“Can I have a pen?” Y/N asks, “or a marker?”

“Here,” she hands her a sharpie.

Y/N leans onto the table to scratch out the Mr. and replace it with Dr. “He has 3 Ph.D.’s you know? My husband is the smartest man in the FBI.”

“Oh,” she looks shocked, “thank you for your service sir.”

He blushes and nods, “thank you.”

Y/N peels the sticker off and sticks it to Spencer's chest before leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose, she gets lipstick on him. She smiles and wipes it off, “there, still cute.”

The rest of the night is much of the same; she hangs off him, telling all the people who used to bully him that she was so madly in love with him, he was super smart and he was so strong and sexy on the job.

She slips away from him to get a drink while he explains how profiling works to his crowd of new fans. She’s filling her cup with punch when a weird, balding man slides up beside her, his hand touching her waist. She looks at him quickly, recognizing his name from the worst childhood story Spencer ever shared with her.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” he tried to hit on her.

She puts her cup down calmly and takes his hand off her, bending his arm behind his back and slamming him face-first into the punch bowl. She pulls his face back up by his hair, “that was for touching me.”

Then she slams him onto the floor where he coughs out punch from his lungs. “And that was for what you did to my husband as a kid, he was a Kid! You may have peaked in high school, but at least Doctor Reid doesn’t have a widow's peak, like yours. He is the smartest, sexiest, and most wonderful man in the world and you're nothing but a loser.”

Spencer turns around at the sound of her voice, “oooo” echos around the gym as everyone looks at the scene unfolding. Patrick, the asshole quarterback that traumatized him as a child, was on the ground covered in red juice as he complained about a sore arm.

Y/N smiles at him and waves before rejoining Spencer, “he doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Spencer suggests and she is all too eager to skip out of the room with him, right past Patrick.

—

She slams him against the wall as soon as they’re inside the hotel room again, kissing him with more desperation than she’s ever felt in her life. She needed him, he was her last piece and then she’d be complete.

She breaks the kiss to move down his neck as she loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt. “Are you sure we can be friends after this?”

“I’d hope my husband was my best friend,” she whispers against his skin.

He pulls her away from his neck, hands on her cheeks so he can look at her and read her expressions as best as possible, “I’m serious, I don’t want to do this if it’s going to make working together hard.”

“You’re an idiot,” she smiles, “I have been in love with you for months Spencer. I want this, I have wanted you for so long…”

His breathing changes as she explains her feelings, leaning in to kiss his neck again and make her way down his chest. “I’ve thought about this for so long Spencer, you have no idea how many dirty thoughts I have about doing things like this with you.”

“I got 1 bed on purpose,” he gasps out, “I wanted to sleep beside you… I hoped—

She smiles against him, “I know. That’s why I didn’t tell you to get 2…”

“You’re really not kidding?” He sounds so desperate it’s almost sad.

She stops her kissing and looks at him again, “why is it so hard for you to believe all the things I’ve said about you tonight? I’m not just trying to impress them, I’m telling the whole fucking world that the person I am in love with is the smartest man they will ever meet. People should bow at your feet, Spencer, let me appreciate you for how incredibly wonderful you are and stop doubting my feelings.”

“You love me?” Tears well in his eyes and he feels like a complete idiot, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I wanted you to admit it first,” she whispers, equally as embarrassed. “I have a huge crush on you Spence, it’s not just that I love you, I never want to stop. You’re so nice and kind and funny? And you make me smile every day and I laugh even on the worst days ever because you’re there, and when I think about the future and reunions and events like this that I have to go to one day, and all I want is to bring you along and show everyone that you’re mine.”

She rambled more than he did, “so please, will you unzip my dress and join me in our one bed, husband?”

“Absolutely, my beautiful wife,” he turns her around, moving her hair off her back, he kisses her shoulder softly.

He moves the zip down as slow as possible, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as he did so. When he reached the end, she pushed the straps off her arms and let the dress fall to the floor.

Mission accomplished.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #blurb weekend 521 #800 celebration

[jikooksgirl19]

My Soulmates I 2

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff,angst,eventual smut

Pairing: Idol Jimin x Lawyer Reader x Idol Jungkook

Warnings: mentions of death and abortion

AN: Thank you for your patience with this chapter. Not only did I delete it prior not once but twice, I had a personal loss happen that caused me to take some time away from writing. But I’m back on track and writing this story again. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It’s short but I have some big stuff coming in chapter 3. Please let me know your thoughts and give feedback. I love talking to y’all.

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The three of you found yourself on the Top floor in Bang SiHyuks office. He sat across from you, hands clasped tightly just staring at you all. He hadn’t said anything in the last 15 minutes after you and the boys explained what happened, except to call on his personal secretary. The silence was deafening and you were so so tempted to tell a joke just to break the silence. Just as you were about to open your mouth his secretary Kim Hyunjae came into to office with a stack of papers with all the information about poly soulmates. He began to explain in detail about how the bond between you three is deeper than a normal soulmates, and it plays a huge part in the emotional side of things. Not only do multiple partners have a stronger connection to each other but their emotions, feelings, even moods can be affected by the other people in the relationship. It had been documented that on some occasions each party could physically feel what his or her mates were going through during moments of heightened situations. For example if one party had a headache or got hurt or even was sexually active the others could feel this both physically and emotionally. They also could not be parted from each other for long periods of time without it causing harm to themselves. Though extremely rare the pull of the bond would act as a tether and bring all participants back to each other, or risk crippling illness and the eventual death from the one that left or was left in the relationship. Unlike a normal Soulmate bond it could not be broken except through death as the universe had decided that these were the most sacred of bonded mates hence why they were so rare.

Only one case with no death of the separated mate has ever been documented, and that is in the case of Korean Soulmates Song Jungman, Jong Ara, and Im Jinna . The group had decided they wanted children so both Jong Ara and Im Jinna had tried to conceive but only Ara was able to do so. In a jealous fit Jinna claimed that Ara somehow caused her infertility and wanted to break the three apart. She played the victim so well and convinced Song Jungmin to leave Ara. Together they would start a new life with just the two of them leaving Ara behind. Ara was devistated as she was expecting their child and knew if they left her with the intention to not come back she could get sick, lose their child or even die. She pleaded with them both claiming her innocence but unfortunately Jungmin did not believe her and they left her to move to Japan. Ara waited to fall ill knowing that the separation would be too much but her overwhelming love for her child triggered a new bond that allowed her to survive the loss of both soulmates. After several years it was discovered by Jungmin that Jinna had once had an abortion before meeting her soulmates and as a result she became infertile. He was destroyed by this information because he didn’t try to listen to Ara and wholeheartedly believed only Jinna. He threw away part of his heart because he believed the other so willingly knowing that it would lead to the death of Ara. He believed Ara to have passed away after they abandoned her all those years ago. He left Jinna to go home to Korea and accept his fate wishing to be buried next to Ara and their unborn child only to discover that Ara not only survived but had twins, a son and daughter and was married to a man that had lost his soulmate years earlier. Though he tried to make amends with Ara it was difficult for her to forgive him as their bond had been broken beyond repair. They were both still connected but since they had been separated for over fifteen years it wasn’t as strong, in fact it was like meeting an old acquaintance instead of a lover. Unfortunately his separation from Jinna became too much and he succumbed to debilitating illness and died only three months after reconnecting with Ara and his children. It was later found out that Jinna died the same day in a hospital in Japan. Ara was of course sad at this news, but the love of her children allowed her to continue living and she was able to find peace.

You had tears in your eyes and noticed that you were holding on to both Jimin and Jungkooks hands during the story. You were so wrapped up in this that you didn’t even realize you three had unknowingly gravitated towards each other for comfort. They were both choked up as well. Someone cleared their throat causing you to refocus on the gentlemen in front of you. You sat up straight and decided to get straight to the point.

“So where do we go from here? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be feeling at the moment, and now you’re telling me I have this life altering, can’t change a thing, you now have not one but TWO soulmates, and oh yeah, you will feel all their emotions and feelings and you can’t even be away from them for too long or you might just up and kick the freaking bucket situation going on...this is what you are saying to us right now?” You couldn’t help the panic rising in your voice. Your professionalism was flying right out of the proverbial window. Jungkook just looked at you, and then Bang PD and said “What she said.” You couldn’t help it you started to giggle at his brief statement then the boys started giggling with you.

Bang SiHyuk cleared his throat and got right to the point. “First we get you moved into the boys complex. You will have an apartment on the floor below the dorm along next to Jins soulmate Yuna. This will allow visits between you three without risk for now. Only essential staff will be told about this arrangement. Y/N you will be hired on as a permanent staff member within our own legal team. Also because you are also multilingual you will assist with our translation team while the boys are traveling, as well as help teach English to to boys. This will help with the questions the public might have about you being around the boys all the time. This is going to take some preparation before we can put this information out to the public. We are also going to have to get you started on the path to Citizenship here in Korea.” Said Bang SiHyuk loudly while clapping his hands together as though he just solved all the problems in front of him. “Now I suggest that you three get to know each other and settle anything else you might need to attend to quickly. Y/N I will have your apartment ready in two days. Is that enough time to get you packed up and ready to move?”

You sat there with your mouth open like a fish trying to digest everything that was being said. This was going too fast and you needed to pump the brakes on whatever this was that was happening. Realizing you needed to answer you opened your mouth to vehemently deny any of his requests and spoke up with a resounding. “Yes Sir.” It came out of your mouth like it was nothing. You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth and thought what on Gods green earth is wrong with me? I have lost my ever loving mind. While you and your inner bitch-demon continued to argue in your mind, the others started making arrangements for you.

You noticed that Kim Hyunjae didn’t seem as though he was fond of you or this situation you had found yourself in. He didn’t out and out say anything rude or with tone but your gut told you he was not happy with this relationship between you, Jimin and Jungkook. You chalked it up to the amount of paperwork this was going to cause him so you tried your best to let him know you would be as much help as you could and you would do your best for the boys and the company. At this point you were giving Jimin and Jungkook your current address and contact information so you could meet tomorrow morning for a “ Get to know you meal”. You excused yourself and prepared to go home when Jungkook caught up to you. “ I know this is a lot Noona and we are all a bit overwhelmed and know absolutely nothing about each other, but please know that I am so blessed to call you my soulmate. You seem very kind and you are beautiful and smart and amazingly funny even when you don’t mean to be.” He smiled at you and your heartstrings tugged in the most peculiar way. You were already becoming attached as you could feel a pull towards the younger man. He took your hand and shook it in a very businesslike manner and said “Till tomorrow malady” and bowed in a funny way causing you to laugh again. Jimin came out and grabbed your other hand and said he was looking forward to breakfast and getting to know more about you as well. You said your goodbyes and turned and left the building hailing a cab to take you home so you could process the events of today. You had not been prepared for the absolute crazy that happened today but deep down you were getting excited at the prospect of having and loving two adorable soulmates.

As Jungkook and Jimin were getting ready to leave Jungkook looked at Jimin and asked “What are you going to tell Somi?” Jimin just looked back at Jungkook with sadness in his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and replied “I have no idea.”

To Be Continued...

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[ijustwant2write]

First and Last-Robb Stark x Reader

(GIF credit to @hvitstark)

Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: 'hi! first of all, your stories are amazing and i love them so so much! now, i hope im not bothering you, idk if you're still taking requests or not, but if you are can you pls write something where the reader is the youngest daughter of a powerful lord and he has come to winterfell to discuss marrying her to robb? this can either be pre-canon (so robert hasn't come north yet) or in some sort of au where nothing happens and all the starks are alive and well :) thank you so much!'

Characters: Robb Stark x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Mention of smut, self doubt, arranged marriage, fluff

(A/N: I MISS WRITING FOR GAME OF THRONES, MY BABIES)

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There was a buzz around Winterfell castle as the final touches to preparations were made. The (Y/L/N) family were as noble as the Starks, and as it was their first visit to Winterfell, there had to be a good lasting impression. Catelyn and Ned were overseeing the servant's, trusting that their children's nannies or advisors were making sure that they were ready for such guests, they were not to make a fool of the family.

"I've heard that the women are all trained to be warriors since birth." Theon told Robb as he was being dressed in his finest clothes.

"From who?" Robb asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

"Wouldn't that be something? No wimpy, defenceless woman that constantly seeks your help, or spoils fun things such as hunting."

Robb knew his friend had only heard such rumours, though was still intrigued."She is a lady, I doubt she would have been near any fighting."

"Their women are strong Robb, proper Northern lasses. They are interesting, not like some of the ones who have visited before."

"They were boring to you because you couldn't even lay a finger on them."

He chuckled."In them more like."

Robb ignored Theon, he had always been so vile when talking of women."I wonder what they're here for. Father hasn't mentioned anything, I don't think he knows either."

"You can't be serious?" Theon scoffed. He gestured for the servant dressing Robb to leave now that he was finished."Come on, think about it."

"Just tell me."

"They've got a daughter, a year younger than you. Now, what do you think that means?"

Robb's eyes widened."No, no, father would have told me about it first-"

"Technically, nothing has been said about any marriage. Maybe that's what Lord (Y/L/N) is here for, not just for a friendly visit. And your father might not know about it yet."

Panic set into Robb's mind. His father had warned him that marriage propositions would be made, especially since he wasn't betrothed to anyone from a younger age. However, it was a small thought to him, most of his teachings had been about how to be a good lord. But having to face it was a completely different feeling. Perhaps Theon was wrong, his father hadn't even hinted at the idea. Now nervous, he took his cloak, wrapping it around himself before leaving his room, and maybe even meeting his future bride.

The pair made their way to the courtyard, hearing that the (Y/L/N) family were to be arriving very shortly. Robb's palms were beginning to sweat in his gloves, the mere thought of marriage making him dizzy. As he stood with his siblings, he ignored the fussing his mother made over them, making sure they were presentable.

(Y/N) made sure her hair was still neat and her braids were still tight in her hand mirror, damning the bumpy road beneath their carriage. It didn't help that her hands were shaking too, though she only noticed this when her mother took the mirror away, replacing it with her own hand.

"Relax (Y/N)," her mother calmed her, giving her a gentle smile,"we will be right beside you."

"He's not going to like me."

"And why's that?"

"He's probably heard all the rumours about how our women are these amazing fighters that aren't afraid of anything, and I'm the absolute opposite."

"For starters, we do not have all these women that go into fighting for the sake of it, you know that. And he doesn't know that your father is proposing this agreement."

"Have you met him?"

"No darling."

"So you don't even know what he looks like, let alone if he is kind?"

"The Starks are a wise, merciful and kind family. I am sure that his parents have raised him well. Their people seem to love them."

(Y/N) went to ask her mother another question, but was interrupted by the shouting of guards. They had arrived. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as the carriage slowed down, willing it to keep moving just a fraction longer. When it stopped, she hid her panic well from her mother, though a mother's instinct could always sense when her child was scared.

Lord (Y/L/N) had been riding up front for the last few miles, and was announced first as he dismounted his horse. He smiled as he approached Nedd, firmly shaking his hand.

"Lord Stark, it has been many years since I last saw you." he started.

"Yes," Nedd began,"in fact, Robb has only just been born."

(Y/N) heard his name, her heart beat thumping in her ears.

"Well, there are a lot of greetings to be made. My wife," (Y/N)'s mother was assisted out of the carriage, and (Y/N) heard her meeting the family,"and my daughter, (Y/N)."

As she emerged from the carriage, she hadn't expected how silent it would be. Everyone was watching her. (Y/N) carefully stepped out of the carriage, gripping onto the foot man's hand. She joined her parents, curtsying to the Starks.

"Thank you for opening your homes to us, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"And you Lady (Y/N). I am sure you have inherited your mother's beauty, and your father's wisdom." Nedd could see the young girl's hands were clasped together, stopping them from shaking.

"Not sure how much of that is left." her father joked, relieving the tension.

"Let me introduce you to my family," Nedd walked down the line, each curtsying or bowing,"my wife, Catelyn, who you already know, my eldest Robb, Sansa, Ayra, Bran and Rickon."

It was all too surreal for (Y/N). Here she was, facing the man that could become her husband and he had no idea. She tried to look at him, take in his details without staring, meaning she couldn't do it for long. Robb was also looking at her, dreading when her father would make the suggestion. Something deep in his gut told him that Theon was telling the truth, that perhaps a proposal was on the cards.

"He doesn't need to show me around Winterfell!" (Y/N) protested as she got settled into her room.

Her father sighed."(Y/N), I don't have to do this, but I am giving you a chance to get to know the boy. I could easily just throw the suggestion in their face."

"I know but...father I have a bad feeling about this."

He stopped her pacing, holding onto her hands."You will be fine. You're smart, so you know how to strike up a conversation. You're just nervous."

"Yes, I am. Father, you wouldn't make me marry someone who...someone who would hurt me, would you?"

"Of course not! If I believed the Starks were bad people, then we wouldn't be here. But this family is one of the strongest there are, and believe me, I've never seen a more honest family. You are safe here, and you will be loved."

(Y/N) walked out of her room feeling no less scared. She knew Robb would be going through the same struggle, though it didn't help her. Her footsteps were slow, too slow, her body knowing that she didn't want to go. Robb was exactly the same on the other side of his home, arguing with his mother before she forced him to leave his room and meet the girl, even if they weren't going to be married; in future, she may be a close ally. They were now stood at either end of the same corridor, freezing at the thought of having to be by each others sides for the rest of their lives.

Readjusting their postures, they composed themselves before approaching each other. This was it, the first time they would be alone together, perhaps the conversation that would define their relationship.

"Lady (Y/L/N), have you settled in well?" Robb asked.

"Yes, thank you Lord Stark. Your home is very beautiful."

"Please, my father is Lord Stark. You may call me Robb."

"And you may call me (Y/N)."

A good start, though many people dropped formalities when they weren't the people in charge. Robb offered to take her around Winterfell, which she politely accepted, racking her brain to think of topics to speak about. The small talk continued, until Robb started getting bolder with his questions.

"I've heard that your armies are full of women, that they are trained to fight since birth."

'Of course this question came up' (Y/N) thought.

"We do have a number of women. It is an extremely old tradition. Our lands did not have as many people as they do now, so when enemies would strike, everyone had to fight. And as the ears have gone on, we've kept that tradition alive, though there aren't as many women as there used to be."

"Are you trained in any weaponry?"

(Y/N)'s voice dropped."No. Ladies aren't allowed to."

"Oh." she hated the look on Robb's face, his expectations being dissapointed."That's understandable. Though my youngest sister, Arya, she does not abide by those rules."

"She doesn't?"

"No." he chuckled."A needle is far too small a sword for her liking."

They stopped walking, looking over the wall of Winterfell. (Y/N) was used to similar views back home, it wasn't too different. The noise of the people distracted her, and she turned around, watching them go about their lives. These were the faces she would be seeing almost everyday, if Robb and Nedd agreed to their marriage. And with dinner approaching faster than she liked, the answer was looming closer and closer.

After their walk, Robb had escorted (Y/N) back to her room to change for the meal that night. In his own room, Theon was there once again, prodding at Robb, wanting to know everything and more.

"So, what do you think?" Theon asked.

"I still don't know her very well. I can't make a judgement on her yet."

"OK, then what about how she looks?"

"She is a beautiful woman, but that doesn't mean I'll immediately like her."

Theon raised an eyebrow."But it helps."

Robb nodded."I guess so."

(Y/N) praised her handmaid as she finished her hair, calming slightly once she was satisfied with how she looked. Her mother entered the room, sighing as she saw her daughter fretting. The handmaid was dismissed, making (Y/N) realise that her mother was there, impulsively running to her; they shared a tight embrace, (Y/N)'s hands shaking as she clutched on.

"I don't think I can do it." (Y/N) breathed out.

"Yes you can. This is part of being a woman. You can do this, and we have chosen a family that will love you, they'll keep you safe."

"Mother, he doesn't like me, I just know it."

"He will. Everyone likes you."

Her mother knew that there were no amount of words that would ease her panic. All she could do was wipe away her tears, take her hand and lead her to the hall where dinner was being set. (Y/N) was stronger than she thought, and very likeable; she would fit into Winterfell just fine. It was Robb that was unpredictable.

"Father," Robb made a beeline to Nedd in the hall, desperate to speak to him alone,"may I quickly speak with you?"

"I know what you're thinking about." Nedd suddenly turned around.

"Well?"

"Well, we don't actually know if Lord (Y/L/N) wants an arranged marriage-"

"And if he does?"

"If he does, I shall speak to you in private, as will he with (Y/N). I presume that she doesn't know anything of it. Robb, I'll want to accept, but I need to be sure that you will too."

Everyone could feel the tension as they sat for dinner, Robb and (Y/N) having to sit beside each other. Their parents were in full conversations, the Stark siblings bickering already, whereas Robb and (Y/N) found themselves unable to start one themselves.

"Now," (Y/N)'s father stood, raising his cup,"I want to make a toast."

Everyone raised their own cups, knowing what his speech would include. They had been waiting all day to know what he wanted.

"Thank you once again for letting us into your home, it has been many years since my wife and I last visited, and actually, we were expecting (Y/N) at that time. But Winterfell has not lost its charm. We have been each others banner men throughout this time, and have fought beside each other in victory. I trust that our alliance is strong, but I am willing to make it stronger."

(Y/N)'s head started to spin, her chest tightening. She couldn't even look at her father. The words started to muffle, she couldn't be here to witness it. Without thinking of her manners, she mumbled under her breath, excusing herself as she abruptly stood and ran out of the room. She had no idea of the layout of the castle, running aimlessly, as if she could get away from this problem.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" She heard Robb call her.

She stopped, hiding her face in her hands, pure embarrassment stricken across it."I'm sorry, it's just..."

"I understand, it's a scary proposition."

"Yes, but I've known for so long."

"What?"

Her hands flopped down to her sides, using what bravery she had to face him."My father has been wanting this for so long. He loves your family, and not just for your power."

"There's something more to this."

"There's been another lord trying to marry me, but my father doesn't want me to marry. He told him we were already engaged. He showed up only last week. Robb, I would have told you if I thought I could."

"I understand."

"It's not fair that we've known for so long. My father can be a little dramatic at times."

"It's fine my lady, really."

"I know you need to discuss the answer with your father."

"You speak as if you know what that is."

"After today I think I do."

"And why is that?"

"I'm not what you think I am. I'm probably the most boring women in my land, and I'm supposed to be the one leading them."

"Is this about the army of women?"

"You would be surprised how many men don't like me after hearing that."

"I'm not one of those men."

"You're not?"

"I mean, we know this decision is ultimately up to our fathers."

"I suppose so."

"(Y/N), I can't judge your personality or even your own judgement, since we've only known each other for one day. But seeing as we know what our future entails, I feel that we should be open to get to know each other."

"Thank you Robb, I would very much like that."

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[lost-in-jessiland]

Jeff From Omegle

You're now chatting with a random stranger. 

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Stranger: Man feels like u had a hard past

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You: go to the airport and say my name is Jeff

other Jeff has paid my ticket to Merica.

Stranger: Bye byee

You: b

Stranger has disconnected.

#omegle strangers chatroulette funny jeff troll forlaughs

[chemist-ana]

Tension

Book- The Nanny Affair

Content Warning- 18+ sexual content, NSFW, Smut

Summary- Its the beginning of the Holiday season and Thanksgiving Day is here. Ana is going to spend the holiday with Sam Dalton, Mason, Mickey and Sams pretentious parents. After everything that has happened, will they be able to get along and say Thanks?

This TNA series all started with a Thanksgiving prompt from my TNA Group on Facebook.  Shout-out nannies! This is my first FanFic, thank you for pushing me to get out of my comfort zone and write for fun!

All characters belong to Pixelberry except my OCs

***

"It smells so good in here Ana!" Mason exclaims as he walks into the kitchen with Mickey.

"Well thank you boys, can one of you grab the milk out of the fridge for me?"

Mason slides off of the barstool as Sam walks in and stands with his chest against my back, sliding his strong arms around my waist.

"Oh Ana, this house smells better than it ever has, what on earth are you making?" Sam asks as he plants a soft kiss on the top of my head.

"Well I wanted to make something that would impress your parents for Thanksgiving tomorrow, so I am making my pumpkin pie cake!" Sam moves to stand beside me and his eyes soften.

"I appreciate the effort you are putting into building a relationship with them, but you know I don't care what they think about us." He says softly so the boys can't hear. I give him a small smile and try to ignore the pang of guilt that rises in my chest. I will admit my life has become infinitely better since that day in Italy when Sam proclaimed his love for me, but I wonder if he could honestly say the same. My thought is interrupted by Mickey reaching over the counter and dipping his finger into the frosting bowl. He promptly sticks his finger in his mouth with a grin.

"Oh my gosh, it's so good!" He exclaims, laughing as I give him a quick glare.

"I want to try!" Mason makes a move to stick his finger in and I stop him.

"Let me give you a spoon, no dirty fingers allowed."

"Boys why don't you go wash up, dinner will be here any moment, I ordered pizza from Patsys." Sam says to the boys who immediately run out of the room. "When was the last time I told you how beautiful you are?" Sam puts his hand on my waist, drawing my eyes to his. My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips and his gaze darkens. A heated flare of longing sweeps through my body and I drop the spoon with a loud clang in the bowl. My hands wrap behind his neck and I pull him down to my lips. He parts my lips with his tongue and we lose ourselves in each other, even if only for a moment. We are interrupted by Mason and Mickey as they run back into the room.

"The pizza is here! We heard the bell ring!"

I grin sheepishly at Sam and he gives me one last quick kiss on the lips. He traces my jaw with his lips until he whispers "I love you" into my ear.

Later that night, Sam puts the boys to bed and joins me on the couch. He wore black sweats and a well-loved Duke sweatshirt, so different then the Sam everyone else knows during the day.

"Lets go to bed" Sam says to me as he rises from the couch and picks me up quickly, and I wrap my legs around his back. He touches his nose to mine, his hands squeeze my ass with possession. "Im crazy about you" he breathes into my lips before crashing his lips into mine.

We end up in the bedroom, and he sets me down softly. He pulls my silk dress over my head and when it hits the floor I stand before him completely naked. His hands find my breasts as he steps into me. My body melts into his touch as our lips crash together. I reach under his sweatshirt, seeking his warm skin. I feel his muscles flex under my touch as I remove his sweatshirt over his head. He presses his hips into mine and I can feel his length hard against my belly, proof of his unfailing desire for me. He crushes the rest of his body into me and gripping my hips, picks me up from the floor and carries me backward toward the bed. He lays me down gently on my back and leans over me.

"Christ you are so beautiful" he groans as his eyes rake over my naked body. He stands up and slowly moves his sweatpants down his long legs, he is naked underneath, adding even more fuel to my desire. He climbs over me on the bed, resting his thick length against my belly. I reach behind him to grab his tight ass pulling him closer to me. Lifting my head I press my lips to his and we lose each other. Sam rolls his hips teasing my core and making my insides clench. He breaks the kiss and begins lowering himself down. His lips find my breasts teasing my nipple with his tongue and rolling the other one in his large hand, drawing my nipples to a hard point. His other hand reaches down between my legs and finds my sex dripping wet for him.

"God you are so wet for me, always so ready" Sam groans before pressing his lips to mine again. I reach down and grab his thick length and stroke it until I feel the moisture begin to bead at the tip.

"Take me" I breathe into his mouth and with one swift motion he surges his hips forward into mine, filling me up so deep I let out a loud moan. My hands reach up and grab his hair, desperate to feel every part of him. I wrap my legs around his ass, trying to eliminate any space between us. His muscled body strained above me, working his hard shaft in and out of my tight sex, a slow and deep penetration that made me feel so possessed Over and over again his body moved against mine. Our moans filled the room. My fingers gripped the muscles of his back, and our bodies glistened with sweat. I felt the orgasm building, moaning his name I gave into it, letting it crash over me and overwhelming my senses. Shuddering I feel Sam follow me over the edge.

"God Ana, I need you." He moans burying his face into my throat. We lay in bliss together catching our breaths. As I come down off of the post orgasm high, my mind begins to wander about dinner the next day. Sam looks over at me and sees that my mind is somewhere else.

"Are you thinking about tomorrow?" He asks almost as if he is reading my mind.

I look over at him taking in the purely masculine man that satisfies every need in my body.

"Unfortunately. Not exactly what I should be thinking about following that performance, but I can't help but be concerned about how it will go".

Sam rolls onto his side and cups my cheek with his hand. "Ana I know that my parents haven't exactly been supportive of you and me, but in time they will see what I see."

I roll onto my side and face him, "Which is what?"

"A smart, beautiful, driven young woman that loves me and my kids endlessly. I could not have asked for a better woman to be in our lives." I lean over and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I love you Sam."

"I love you Ana." And our gentle kisses turn into something more, and we get lost in each other again.

The next morning I wake up to the smell of coffee and Sam sitting on the edge of the bed. "You are so beautiful when you sleep, I can't help but watch you." His words make me smile. "We should be leaving in about an hour, I brought you coffee."

"You are a saint" I smile up at him and press a quick kiss to his lips. He watches me with a heated gaze as I stride to the bathroom totally naked. I settle on an emerald green silk dress and my black Gucci heals, elegant yet sexy. Sam walks into the closet as I strap on my heal.

"You look heavenly, we better get out of here before I don't leave at all".

The drive to the Dalton residence seemed to drag on, the boys talk excitedly in the back seat about how they are going to eat their weight in food today.

"I didn't eat breakfast this morning just so I could fit even more food in my stomach!" Mickey exclaimed, "I am SO ready! I am going to eat more food then I have ever eaten before in my life!"

"I bet I will eat more than you" Mason teased his brother, "I always eat more than you!"

I look back at them with laughter in my eyes "boys as long as you don't eat yourselves sick." Sam reaches over and puts his hand on my knee and gives it a little squeeze.

"Today is going to be great". I was sure he was saying that to convince me just as much as he was trying to convince himself. "Boys no pranks today alright?" Sam glances in the rear view mirror at the twins. "Alright?"

"Yeah sure dad" Mickey rolls his eyes and turns his gaze to the buildings outside. Sam shakes his head but turns his attention back to the road. I steal a glance at Sam, and he has worry etched in his face. I reach for his hand and entwine my fingers with his. He gives me a small smile, squeezes my hand in his, and rests our joined hands on his thigh. A strange silence falls in the car, tension loading the air. The rest of the drive to Scarsdale passes in silence. Everyone lost in their own thoughts. Eventually we pull up to the Dalton estate, which never ceases to amaze me with its size and extravagance. I share a nervous glance with Sam before getting out of the car. The boys run ahead, and Sam grabs my hand as we make our way to the front door. The large door swings open before the boys even have the chance to knock and Vivian steps out with a huge grin.

"There are my boys!"

"Grandma!!"  Mason and Mickey leap into their grandmothers arms, and start talking excitedly about the drive and how excited they are for dinner. Sam wraps his mother in a tight hug, then she turns to me. Vivian extends her arms to me and brings me into a tight hug and my eyes widen in surprise as I look over her shoulder at Sam.

"Welcome! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!" Vivian exclaims as she pulls away from me. Sam and I follow her into their home hand in hand.

Mason Sr sits quietly in the living room, staring pensively out the window. He doesn't look up when we enter the room. Mason and Mickey run over to him talking excitedly about all the food, and he finally snaps back into the present. "Hey boys..." Vivian starts talking before I can hear the conversation between them.

"Ana what did you bring? It looks marvelous." I turn my attention to her as we walk into the kitchen and I explain my pumpkin cake. "Well I cannot wait to try it, everything should be ready to eat shortly, can I get you something to drink, wine perhaps?"

After some awkward conversation between us, Vivian leads us into the dining room, and the table is set like it's straight out of a magazine, covered in food and decorations.  Mason Sr enters the room and takes a seat at the table without acknowledging Sam or I. I exchange a weary glance with Sam before sitting down and pulling my napkin to my lap.

"Wow grandma there is so much food!" Mickey exclaims as he sits down at the table directly across from me.

"I bet I will eat more than you!" Mason says picking up his fork and knife in each hand.

"You're on! But, before we eat we have to go around the table and say what we are thankful for" Mickey exclaims as he puts the fork down that he grabbed from excitement. "I'll start. This year I'm thankful for Ana! Because she's the best. Oh and I am thankful for Netflix. Because we can watch whatever we want whenever we want."

The whole tables laughs, Sam squeezes your knee under the table. "Alright Mason go ahead"

"Umm. I am thankful for Ana too. Because she teaches us a lot of really cool things. And I am also thankful for Mickey. And Dad. And Uncle Robin. Oh and grandma and grandpa too! Ok grandma you're next!"

"I'm thankful for family, especially you boys, Mason and Mickey. You boys have taught me that age is but a number and I need to be quick and on my toes when we're together. And that I am so thankful for." She gives the boys a warm smile. "Go ahead Ana"

I've been trying to find the right words to describe just how thankful I am, hopefully this comes out right. "Um... well this year I have a lot to be thankful for. But I will start with Mason and Mickey who have lit up my life with so much vibrant color. I'm so thankful to be in your lives and watching you grow. And Sam," I turn to face Sam and look into his bright brown eyes. "I am so thankful for you. For allowing me into your family and to see the man and father that you are. Thank you".

Sam is next, and he looks at you with love and admiration. "This year I am thankful for you Ana. You have been my life's best surprise. You have shown me what it means to love again, and for that I will be forever grateful." He brings your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on your knuckles.

Mason Sr hasn't stopped looking down at his plate, when the silence drags on, he looks up and realizes everyone is looking at him.

"I am thankful for you boys, Mason and Mickey." He says abruptly, then turns his attention back to the food on his plate.An awkward silence falls on the dinner table. Vivian nervously plays with the Patek Philippe time piece on her wrist

"Sam, the Russos have withdrawn their merger proposition. I can assume you know why." Mason Sr looks pointedly at me,

"Mason!" Vivian exclaimss, "this is hardly the place or time for this conversation." The twins glance nervously at each other. Sams jaw tightens.

"Father lets discuss this later, and enjoy the rest of this beautiful meal." Sam says coldly to him. The rest of the dinner passes in tense silence, even the boys seem to sense the tension. So much for a having a Happy Thanksgiving I think to myself. After the main course, we take a break before dessert. Sam gives me a quick kiss on the lips and a squeeze on the shoulder before exiting the room with his father. The boys run to the backyard and Vivan walks up beside me before I have a chance to follow them out.

"I know that Mason can seem cold hearted, ba as ut really he just wants the best for Sam and the boys." She pauses and looks at me thoughtfully.

I bite the inside of my cheek and look down unsure how to respond.

When I don't, she starts speaking again. "You know when Sam met Eva, I never thought I would see him look at another woman the same way. He loved her, with everything he had. He was devastated when she passed, and I could tell he was lost. It breaks a mother's heart seeing her flesh and blood give up hope. I remember the day that Mason brought up the idea of merging the companies with the Russos and proposed the idea of a marriage partnership. I remember the look on Sams face, indifference.He had given up hope that he would ever find somebody that he loved again. Then I met you. And I saw the way he looked at you. Ana... I want you to know I support you and Sam. I want nothing more than my son and grandsons to be happy, and clearly you do that for them. I wish Sofia could have been the one to do that for him, but it was always clear that it wasn't destined to be. I know you are a smart and driven woman, and we will figure this out as we go."

At that moment Sam and his dad walk back into the room. Sam looks at me with an apologetic look, and Mason Sr walks over to his bar and pours himself a drink of a dark amber liquor. He takes a seat next to the window.  Vivian walks over to him and sets her delicate hand on his shoulder. "Mason, honey, can we try and come together as a family. It's Thanksgiving. We have a beautiful cake that Ana made and your favorite pecan pie. Let's go back and sit down at the table."

    I walk out of the room to find the boys before I hear something I don't want to. I find them sitting on the back deck next to each other. They look up as I walk outside.

    "Hey boys I think it's time for dessert"

    "Ana, why are grandma and grandpa not happy today?" Mason looks at me as he pushes his glasses up his nose. "Is it something we did?" I sit down between him and Mickey and wrap my arms around the both of them.

   "Absolutely not. It has nothing to do with you. You remember what happened in Italy? I think your grandfather is still a little upset. It didn't go the way he wanted it to go"

   "But it went the way WE wanted it to go. We love you so much more then Suckfia" Mickey says looking down at the floor.

   "Mason! We were supposed to keep that nickname between us!" Mickey looks over and gives Mason a stern look.

   "I'm not sorry Mickey. And if grandma and grandpa loved us much as you say they do Ana, they should see how much we love you. And how much our dad loves you too".

   "Wise words Mason." I squeeze them both tight against my sides. "Sometimes grown-ups don't quite pay as much attention to the ones around them as they should, but let's go inside and have some dessert ok?"

   "Okay" the boys say in unison and jump off the bench. They run quickly inside. And I shake my head with a smile. I look out over the expansive lawn and wonder what I did to deserve these two boys, and what I did to deserve Sam. I sit outside for another minute, enjoying the silence and the crisp air. When I return inside, I can hear Mason talking.

    "...but grandpa we love her. She makes dad so happy and she loves us! We just want you to like her as much as we do." My heart melts, I walk into the dining room as everyone is sitting down. They all look at me and I walk up to Mason and pull him into a big hug. I whisper thank you into his ear. I walk to the other side of the table, and finally feel a sense of calm wash over me. These boys love me, no matter what Sams parents think of me. They love me. And I love them. And that is enough for me.

Chapter 2: The Trip

Tag list @secretaryunpaid @lifeaskim 

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[nikkigrand]

There’s no easy way to say this, but I’m abandoning all of my works. Everything.

This post is going to be long, honest, triggering and deeply personal. So for those who don’t want to read through all of my bullshit, the gist is that I’m not emotionally or mentally capable of writing anymore.

TW ARE IN PLACE.

If you’ve followed me for a while, then you know that my boyfriend was killed in Afghanistan last year. Since then, my life has been a breathless decline into self destruction. I didn’t know—I still don’t know—how to recover from happily waiting for his return to painfully knowing he never will. I swear that some days I feel like he’s still out there and some day he’ll come home and this will all be just a bad dream. I want to wake up to a reality where he steps off that plane and into my arms, where I don’t keep a crumpled old t shirt that smells more of me than him under my pillow, where the shock of hearing certain songs doesn’t make me throw up. A reality where I don’t have to sit in front of his ashes every time I visit his mother and look at his singed necklace around her neck.

I wanted nothing more than to wake up. Just wake the fuck up and feel alive again because for so long I had felt this choking pain and grief and misery and then nothing.

Everything became an escape, something to fill that void in me. I tried all the healthy things. I ate, I worked out, I ran. I talked to people about how I felt and reached out, but nothing helped. I volunteered, i planted trees and flowers, I channeled my grief into kindness. I tried to take all this pain and turn it into something beautiful, and still I felt nothing. I was falling falling falling into this black pit and was reaching for anything to keep me from hitting the bottom.

So I started chasing highs. The standard shit at first. I drank so much alcohol that I’d wake up in bushes with my friends, limbs tangled in ways that left me sore and stinging for days because who the hell passes out in a Rose bush?

At first, drinking was fucking hell, because no matter how much I drank I’d always end up with my head cradled in the palms of my hands, fingers digging into my scalp as I screamed and wailed and asked why why why why when he was so close to coming home and why was life so goddamn mean??? I’d be in bar bathrooms, just curled in the corner and sobbing like a dramatic princess until my friends carried me out. This happened about a dozen times before it just stopped, because I figured I wasn’t drinking enough if I could remember everything.

So I drank more and more and more and then I realized that it wasn’t making me feel better, it wasn’t doing anything for me.

So I started smoking. Just weed, you know. Nothing too crazy at the time. But all that did was make me hyper-fixate on all of my failures and short comings. It made me hate myself so viscerally, so deeply that I wondered if this is who I truly am at my core. A mean bitch who drinks, smokes, parties. A maneater who fucks these poor kind hearted men to fill that hole her dead man left inside her and still finds herself cold and numb after because it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

I’m sure you know where this is going. But I hated myself. I’m a beautiful girl, I’m not blind, and yet I found myself to be so fucking ugly. So fucking ugly and grey and all I wanted—all I needed—was something to breathe life into me the way life itself did before.

I just wanted to feel happy and normal. Only for a little while. That need was so encompassing it would grip my insides and I’d cry from how much I wanted it, how much I had convinced myself I needed it. It was all I fucking wanted.

So the bumps came. And then the lines. And then whole baggies to myself. And it felt amazing, it was wonderful. The world was alive, things were different. I had more energy, more life in me than I had in months. Then the other type of lines came and it made me feel like I was floating away. There was no pain, no misery, no death hanging over my shoulder to remind me that the strength of your love can’t make people stay.

But soon, that too wasn’t enough. Like every other thing, I felt there was something better, something that could make me feel more. So here is where I tell you about all the pills I popped, all the different colored presses and how each one pulled me out of that hole I was falling into and deposited me above the ground —much higher than I could have ever dreamed of—and filled my grey world with beautiful gorgeous colors.

Then I can tell you about all the tabs I let dissolve on my tongue, or fully swallowed out of impatience, all of the lines of ketamine I combined with ecstasy and acid in one night. The things I saw, the way I felt—it took me far from this dismal life and was addicting. I was chasing something every weekend until it became every other day, chasing some feeling I still can’t name, and I knew that it was ruining me.

My grief and my drugs were killing me, and I knew it. With every cotton mouth, every clenched jaw, every pounding headache, I fucking knew and didn’t care. I’d look at my friends faces and I knew, I knew they loved me and would be devastated if they knew what I was doing, and I still didn’t care. What was life if it felt this empty?

My grades dropped, i turned down a contracting job I wanted for years, I spent all my money on psychedelics and stimulants, and it had gotten to a point where I’d pop a pill while sitting at home just because I didn’t want to be sober and didn’t want to think about how fucked up my life was becoming.

Then one day I was at a concert, high in the clouds with a joint settled comfortably between my lips and frizzy hair piled messily atop my head, when I saw a girl get carried out the venue by medics. She was probably a few years younger than I am, and i remember looking at her face impassively as they pushed through the crowd with her body thrown over this bear of a man’s shoulder as if in slow motion. She was pale and foaming at the mouth, with her arms dangling limply down his back, and she looked dead—she was dead. I knew in that same way you know that the sky is blue when the sun is up, I just knew.

And in that moment—those few seconds it took me to acknowledge that she had most likely overdosed and died—this intense yearning shot through me, so strong that I felt it in the crooks of my fucking elbows, like I wanted to embrace whatever the fuck it was that I desired to live inside me, and this voice cried out, “I wish that were me.”

And you know what, I didn’t even know I had spoken until the guy next to me shoved me in the shoulder and said, “no you don’t.”

And that terrified me. I remember dropping the joint, fumbling it in my shaking fingers, burning myself on the lit end, before handing it off to that same random guy and running off to get some air.

I’m not stupid and I’m not blind. I know I’m depressed, I know I’ve got issues, but I had never said something so suicidal out loud up until that point. I’ve never vocally wished for death and even as I sat there, as I looked out at the people outside the venue huddled together doing whip it’s and killing brain cells, I still wanted to be that poor dead girl on that man’s shoulders.

That was it for me. I remember calling an Uber home on the spot and taking everything I had and flushing it. Im not going to sit here and lie to you and tell you that it was easy. I had convinced myself that I needed these things to make me happy, and i don’t know if I can ever see life the same way after them. The feelings you get off these things are otherworldly, it’s so damn good, but they come at a price. You dont feel the same way you did before you took them, and you never will. You’ll never be who you were before that high, but you can almost convince yourself that it’s worth it. So it was pretty damn hard to take my neon presses, my rocks. my capsules, my bud and my tabs, and flush them down the toilet.

Almost immediately after I did it, I cried. Mostly because i had flushed hundreds of dollars down the fucking toilet, but also because I had become that girl in those cheesy college movies. You know the one, the one where the party girl gets addicted to drugs and goes on a bender and her whole life is just one big goddamn tragedy that won’t end. I hate those fucking movies and I, for the life of me, could not believe I was that girl.

I had been military, straight laced with a good head on my shoulders and a hard worker. I was smart, respected, the girl everyone wanted to bring home to mom. And now I was a hot mess crying in my bathroom because I had just flushed my addiction down the shitter.

Now I’m just home, trying to gather the pieces of myself in a way that doesn’t cause long term damage when I’ve yet to hit my 27th birthday.

I still go out with my friends. They know nothing about what I’ve done because I’ve always gone out and done things alone. This is the first time I’ve ever spilled my guts.

So where does FanFiction come into play in all this. Well, it’s simple, really, if you’ve gotten to this point and picked out all the mistakes in grammar. My brain is so fucked up that I can barely write a passable 3 page essay. I can’t remember words, much less how to string them together to form something beautiful in the way I used to. Trust me, it kills me and I’ve agonized over it for hours. I once tried to take this amazing idea I had and put it to paper but it would just not flow. Nothing made sense. Where before writing was effortless and focused, now my brain could barely concentrate on forming a sentence that didn’t sound like gibberish.

My attention span is so short that I literally have to isolate myself with no internet and my textbooks to get work done. It’s so bad that I have anxiety and panic attacks about the fact that I feel like a whole dumbass with one brain cell, where before I was proud of my intelligence and could hold decent conversation.

I’m still pretty, as if that fucking matters, but now I’ve got a stutter and can’t hold eye contact because my paranoia makes me think they’re judging me. And let me tell you, I’m so fucking pissed about that because I know it’s just my fried brain thinking these things, and there’s no one to blame but myself.

And I still feel empty and numb. How can I write about love and human emotions when I don’t feel anything? How can I write about looking at someone and loving them when the memory of love faded like my lover’s ashes in the wind? I just can’t.

I know love as it whispers against my skin with each interaction between me, friends, even other men, and yet I look at them and feel absolutely nothing.

So Yeah, I can’t write my stories if I can’t get my brain or my heart to work.

I’m really sorry to all my loyal readers. I really am. I wish I had been stronger. Thank you for all of your support throughout the years.

Don’t do drugs.

#trigger warnings #personal

[axther]

Heyo, can I get a bnha matchup? I'm a bisexual ENTP, but am mistaken as an introvert often due to being bad at social interaction and liking alone time. I talk a lot with people I'm comfortable with though. Sometimes I joke in serious situations. I don't worry that much and am carefree, though I can get randomly anxious sometimes. I'm a bit bad with emotions, but I've been told I can cheer people up because I'm optimistic. I'm a deep thinker and have been told a lot I'm smart.

Fnkdaofdnskao i really took a hot second with this one tbh 🥴 but here u go!! Also, since there was no gender listed, i just went w they/them pronouns!! If u want smth different, then just hmu and i can change it!! Also, i am so sorry i made the second one as more of a scenario?? And it was...oof. yikes. Sorry. This has become my style. Scenarios disguised as matchups. Im a liar 

AS OF 05/25/2020 IM A LIAR ITS OUT TONIGHTTTT

#1 is…Denki! 

okokokokok SO

Y’all meet during a training exercise! 

It’s something similar to USJ, except it’s across several different schools and classes

And y’all had to find a bunch of objects 

So there’s a mixed bundle of people 

It’s a sort of competition

And everyone is sweating bullets 

And honestly??

You’re just vibin

And i mean this like, you don’t really seem concerned. 

You’re just chilling while everyone’s fighting, trying to find the best solution. 

Naturally, you’re worried, too

But you know that it’s kinda useless to try and talk over Monoma and Bakugou 

Now

Denki’s staying pretty quiet, too. 

While it looks like he’s just vibing, too, but honestly? 

He’s crazy nervous 

Because here are all these super talented heroes-to-be, he feels like he’s gonna be glossed over 

So as everyone’s duking it out, the two of you are just kinda...hanging in there

Now the thing is 

You guys are avoiding eye contact. 

Not in the sense of ‘oh my god, you atrocity to man,’ 

But in the ‘two bros chilling in a hot tub’ way. 

So as the entire thing is falling on its head

You look over and notice that he’s trying desperately to remain chill. 

He’s kinda fiddling with himself

And you nudge him a bit 

And as he turns to look at you, you may or may not be screaming ‘what the FUCK did I just do??????’ in your head

But when he faces you, you just give him a thumbs up 

Like that 

And he’s kinda at a loss 

But he takes it, and gives you a smile and a big ol’ thumbs-up, too!! 

There’s no interaction again, until he nudges you 

“Do you think they’ll come up with something?” 

You shrug. 

“Considering that the only brain cell in my class went to the Class Rep, and it doesn’t look like these guys their class brain cell, I don’t think so.” 

Denki pulls back a snort before wiping his smirk off his face. 

“Do you think...we could try? On our own?” 

“Maybe.” You shrug again. “You’re the shock quirk user, right?” 

Denki is stunned

Did someone remember him? 

Woah

From here on out consider him whipped 

“Yeah! What’s your quirk?” 

“Crystallian.” 

You watch his face go through a journey of emotions before settling on muffled confusion. 

“Warping, basic elemental magic.” You play with some of your hair. “It’s all tied to a crystal I keep at home. If it’s safe, I’m safe.” 

Denki nods.

He hadn’t heard of quirks where they have a variety of unrelated uses 

But he’s there for it!! 

You two begin to make your own plan to succeed in the exercise 

And once y’all look over and realise that the arguing isn’t going to change, thanks to Monoma egging Bakugou on 

Y’all dip 

And by that, I mean you warp him and yourself to the highest point in the building 

Took one (1) look at the lights 

Shared a glance 

And y’all took out the power

Within about thirty minutes, y’all have all the goods!! 

Most folks are still trying to get used to the lack of light

So when your group presents the stuff to the teachers, Aizawa is tired but takes it 

And so you guys pass!! 

You and Denki talk more after 

And he finds out that you’re part of a special school for kids with special quirks

Which off the bat sounds really bad 

But you meet folks that are like you

and you tell him that he’d probably fit right in. 

He’s over the moon!!! For once!! 

Someone that takes him seriously!! 

Y’all exchange numbers and the entire class can’t begin to fathom that holy shit Denki Kaminari got a s/o before anyone else in the class

Throws them all for a loop

And meanwhile Denki’s thriving w hugs and cuddles 

#2 is…Momo! 

Momo is...complicated

She’s in a rich family with a strong quirk

She’s got more than enough pressure on her shoulders

Especially since she was in 1-A, so the entire literal country of Japan has their eyes on her 

And all the while she’s doing her best to focus, focus, focus

She wanted one day where she could be like Mina, Ochako, Tooru, Jirou, Tsu…

Normal.

So she does it

One morning, while her parents are gone, and before anyone else is awake

She ties her hair up and places it into a gaudy blonde wig 

(Which was a massive pain in the ass, but that was the price of freedom) 

She dons sunglasses, an outfit that in any other case she would die being caught in

Leaves her phone on her bed

Tiptoes down the stairs 

And leaves 

The moment she’s past the gates of her house and out of view, she lets out an enormous sigh 

She has no idea what she’s going to do 

But her heart races a little, because that was the beauty of it!!

She finally had no rules, short of the law 

So she waltzes down the road, the city wakes up, and as the first hour drips by, she notices a distinct wave of youth

They’re not doing much, just relaxing in cafes and alleys

and Momo wonders if anyone is planning to send truant police

but considering she’s doing the same exact thing, she’s not gonna call them out  

But as she passes by an arcade, she notices a group

They’re a bit more subdued than most of the others, just watching one of their friends play a dancing game and fail horribly

But most notably, Momo sees you 

You’re snorting at the lanky girl who’s tripping over her own feet, but at the same time, it looks like you’re cheering her on 

Momo’s curious, of course, but she also doesn’t want to intrude 

But then one of them, a boy, turns and waves her over

She jumps because oh my god and makes her way over 

“Hey, did you want to play? Sorry that Tsukki was hogging the game.” The boy says, and you turn and glance at her. 

At first, Momo’s wondering if she should really join in, but then she sees you, fully…

Ohnotheyrehot.jpg

Unfortunately, you seem a bit closed off because you start talking to the last member of the party 

Momo brushes it off and nods quickly

because goddamnit that’s what she’s here for

being a normal teenager

So she starts playing Tsukki

And Momo wipes the floor with her 

Tsukki takes it well, fortunately, but it sparks conversation 

“Where’d you learn to play?” The boy, Seong-Jin, kept on asking 

Momo wasn’t crazy comfortable telling the Korean transfer student that she had ballroom classes 

But as she’s about to make an excuse

She sees Present Mic out of the corner of her eye 

And immediately panics 

But before she can tell the four that she needs to hide, you come in clutch

You notice her look of panic and take off your jacket

And you drape it over her and pull up the hoodie. 

At that point, all you can see is the bottom half of her face 

(seeing as she never took off her sunglasses) 

And a tuft of blonde hair 

Present Mic even pops by for a second to ask how the kids were doing, and he didn’t recognise Momo

So crisis averted 

Almost immediately afterwards, the five bail from the arcade and ask Momo why she freaked out 

But then you speak up 

“She doesn’t have to tell us. But next time you might need to bail, feel free.” 

You gave her a soft smile, and when I tell you Momo’s face lights up 

You two stick together for the rest of the day 

And Seong-Jin, Tsukki, and the last person, Keito, are here for it

Bit by bit, they start separating into groups 

That is, the Momo/YN group and the Everyone Else group 

Soon enough, the three disappear to do something while Tsukki is shouting

And you and momo decide to take a break by a cafe, on a wall with foliage hitting your back 

and you guys are talking as the sun begins to set 

You guys talk about everything and anything 

And Momo confesses it was the most fun she had in years 

The way you talk to her is almost methodical, with how you seemed to tip toe around any insinuations or trauma.

“I know I only met you today, but if you ever need a place to crash…”  

You trail off, playing a bit with your hands, but more out of awkwardness than anxiety.

Momo’s heart swells. 

She manages out a ‘thank you’ before hesitantly leaning on your shoulder 

And you take a deeeepp breath in 

But you don’t nudge her off

And slowly she begins to fall asleep, and her wig is tilted and her sunglasses are askew

but you glance at her out of the corner of your eyes and give a soft smile 

(that was not the last time you two met, and five years later at the altar, she’s wearing the same damn wig) 

#3 is...Kirishima! 

PINING

This sounds really simple 

But Kirishima would absolutely pine after you for 3.8 million years

Y’all went to the same middle school and you were friends 

And he’s all over you 

Sometime between the first and third year of middle school he just fell head over heels 

And so he tags along with you the entire time 

But after the Giant Figure incident, and he says he’s won’t go to U.A., you get lowkey pissed 

You tell him that he’s worked so hard, he’s come so far, why give up now, he’s only fourteen for god’s sake. 

But he doesn’t listen

And you two don’t talk after that 

After he decides to go for it and not live a life of regrets, he’s doing his best to become someone he wants to be 

But the biggest looming regret he had was the fallout with you

And it was a nasty fall out-parents stopped talking, kids took sides, teachers knew 

You went to a completely different school than what he thought you were

And he was pretty sure that due to the fallout and the constant movement of time, you changed your number 

So he knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as just saying ‘You were right, sorry.’ 

It starts consuming him

Half of U.A. knows that he’s thinking about something 

But it comes to a head when he’s sparring against Bakugou 

And all he’s really doing is blocking

And bakugou loses his shit

“Get your fucking head out of the clouds and focus!” 

“Sorry, dude!” 

“What the fuck has you acting so damn stupid?” 

Kirishima tells Bakugou, who gets it, but doesn’t really try to help 

“Just tell her.” He hisses 

But Kirishima’s nervous 

And by the end of the week, he’s gotten a flurry of suggestions 

People are coming up to him left and right, telling him what to do

And he just gets overwhelmed

On Saturday, he locks himself in his room until Mina knocks 

She comes in and they start talking about you 

And she mentions that she has your number, and that it really would matter if Kirishima was the one to text first

“YN supported you, and then it got rubbed in the dirt, and then ignored again. You need to be the one to say it, honestly, otherwise it’ll mean nothing.” 

So he gets to work

He spends the rest of saturday trying to write it all out his emotions 

But eventually he gives on getting them all neat and tidy, and just lets them ooze out 

Sunday morning he gets up early and types it all out, willing his hands not to shake too much 

Mina and Bakugou are there with him, and though Mina keeps making jokes and Bakugou doesn’t offer much in way of help, they’re there to support him 

So when he sends it and lets out a sigh, Bakugou pats him on the back

“And now, we wait.” Mina murmurs, watching the phone with wide eyes. 

And watching

And watching

And watching

And three days pass before Kirishima gets any sort of response 

He’s expecting to be chewed out, to get the text equivalent of a teary welcome back

Not fucking eight ball. 

But he clicks on it 

And he wins, surprisingly 

There’s a moment between his win and your text where he doesn’t dare breathe, just stand still 

Before you text back 

So. 

ur in ua huh 

guess you did it after all. 

Yeah. 

Again, sorry. I didn’t think a lot of stuff through back then. 

figures lmao 

u free next week? 

For you? 

I always am. 

#matchup #matchups #anon matchup #bnha x reader

[ohshcwrites]

Maybe it’s cuz I’m wearing your cologne (Kyoya x reader)

So, I hope this is good lol. I redid this like 10 times and im still not ‘happy’ with the outcome. Requests are open!

“Hey. Hey, (y/n)? Wake up, we’re going to be late for school.” Kyoya’s voice brought (y/n) to her senses. Shooting up straight in a hurry made the two bump heads.

“Oh crap, That's going to leave a bruise. Sorry babe.”  (y/n) rubbed the growing red spot on her forehead, while using her other hand to run Kyoya’s growing bump.

“You're even clumsy when you just wake up.” Chuckling lowly, Kyoka pulled (y/n) into his chest. “We leave for school in 10 minutes, I have an extra toothbrush in the bathroom.” nodding (y/n) gave Kyoya a small kiss and ran to his bathroom.

Once she finished brushing her hair, teeth, and she washed her face she called out to Kyoya. “Hey, babe?”

Looking up from his solid black notebook he grabbed his and (y/n)’s school bags. “What is it?” It wasn’t normal annoyed voice, this one had a bit of caring undertone to it.

“You wouldn’t happen to have another uniform dress, would you?” Her (s/c) face popped out with her natural (wavy, straight, poofy, etc) hair swinging behind her.

“Kyoya’s mouth turned up at the sight. What turned into an accidental sleepover was probably the best thing that had happened to him in a while. “Now tell me, sweetheart. Have you ever seen me wear a dress to school?”

A bright smile came from (y/n). The exact opposite of what Kyoya that would happen. “Y’know, Haruhi and I were talking and she told me about how the whole host club cross-dressed just to stop her from moving schools.” (y/n) let out a mocking laugh going back into the bathroom to try to fix the wrinkles in her long yellow dress.

With a sour face, Kyoya looked at his watch, “Time to go, I need to have a talk with Haruhi. I got your bag.”

“Huh? Wait, I didn’t shower today! Or get my contact solution! Do you have any perfume I can use.” Sighing Kyoya took her chunky black glasses out of her bag so she could see. (y/n) hated her glasses, she thought it made her face look weird. But on the opposite side, Kyoya loved seeing her wearing glasses. No real reason, he just loved every part of her.

“(y/n), look me in the eyes and tell me if you really think I have perfume.” Kyoya’s sarcastic voice made (y/n) blush as she acknowledged her mistake.

“Okay, at least let me use your cologne. I don’t want any chance of me smelling rank at school.” rolling his eyes Kyoyawalked over to his dresser and grabbed his cologne.

“It’s strong, just use-” too late, (y/n) sprayed one squirt on her neck and one on her wrist rubbing her two wrists together. (y/n) was used to the weak smelling perfume that never lasted for a minute. “One.”

“Ugh. come on, I just want this day to be over.” (y/n) grabbed Kyoya’s hand and pulled him out of his room.

A fond smile found its way onto Koyay’s lips. The saying opposites attract seemed to be true in this situation, and surprisingly Kyoya didn’t mind at all.

Fast walking down the extravagant stairway, the couple came face to face with Kyoya’s father.

“Hello, Sir.” A polite smile spread across (y/n)’s face. “I apologize for staying over without your permission. Kyoya was helping me study, since he is one of the smartest people I know, and I fell asleep.”

“Don’t worry. Your company is always welcome here.” That was the biggest compliment in the world, well at least to (y/n). She was glad that one of their dads approved of their relationship. Yes, (y/n)’s mom knows and she accepts it with a full heart, but her father was a different story.

“Thank you, Sir.  If you would excuse us, we’re running late to school so we best be going. Thank you once again, and for raising such a smart and wonderful son!” With a blush on her face and a red tint on Kyoya’s, they were out of the house and settled into one of the Ootori’s limousine.

“You look beautiful, darling.” Kyoya pulled (y/n) by her waist and kissed her forehead.

“You think so? I’m bare faces, my hair is a mess, and I'm wearing my glasses, plus I didn’t get to shower.” (y/n) whined leaning into Kyoya’s uniform blazer.

“I believe you're gorgeous no matter what you wear.” (y/n) ‘aww’ed and gave Kyoya a lengthy kiss.

“What are we going to tell people when they see us leaving the same car?”

A bit of background information; (y/n)’s father doesn't approve of her dating Kyoya. Why? Well, the (l/n) business was doing much better than the Oortori’s own. (y/n)’s father's plan- not her mothers; she hated it- was for (y/n) to marry up in the business food chain, so to speak. On the other hand, Kyoya’s father was as proud as he could be towards his third son. A marriage between the two families would be a huge deal for the Ootori business.

“Would it be so bad to have our relationship go public?” Of course, Kyoya had his doubts about what people would do and say, most of all how Mr. (l/n) would react.

“You should be worried about the host club. It’s one of the ways you want to show your father you can run your family's company. I’d be happy if we would go on dates outside of your house, but I love the close intimate moments that being alone provided. And with my father, I’d deal with whatever he says or does because I love you that much. I’m not going to leave you, well unless you get tired of me.” sliding her smooth, (s/c) hands to his cheeks making sure she conveys her true feelings to him.

Kyoya moves his face away from her hands and gave a small hum, showing he was deep in thought.

“Well, it looks like we're here. (y/n) go ahead and get out now, ill have the driver pull around.” A cold smile was stuck on his lips, disappointed that (y/n) would want to continue to hide their 7th-month relationship.  

“Kyoya Ootori, I love you! And only you. Don’t you dare doubt that for even a second! I just like you being alive rather than dead. If you were dead then I would kiss you,” With a sweet lingering kiss, (y/n) took her to leave and walked up to her friends as the sleek black limo pulled away.

--------  

“Hey, (y/n)! You're late today. Come on we have class in 10.” another second year, Mina, said as she linked arms with (y/n).

“Wait for me!” A giggling Keia

“Hey, do you smell that?” Keia walked closer to (y/n), smelling the air as she went. “Why do you smell like cologne?” Keia asked with a smirk on her face. The two girls had been trying to convince you to tell them you had a boyfriend. Yet they had no luck or even proof.

“Oh my god! We knew it! You DO have a boyfriend!” The yelling Mina did in the hallway caught most people attention. (y/n) was popular, well not her but the business aspect of it, there would definitely be rumors by the start of lunch if not sooner.

“Hush will you?! If I tell you will you be quiet?” (y/n) snapped, pulling the two girls by their wrists making sure they go to class on time.

“Promise!” Mina and Keia said together.

“Fine, yes I have a boyfriend I’m not saying who. But i-”

“Class has started ladies. If you do not quiet down I will send you somewhere else. Now separate.” The strict voice of the physics teacher rang out, embarrassing all three girls. A little laugh that (y/n) could place anywhere. Fu***n Kyoya Ootori. He was laughing at (y/n)’s pain and no one knew it was him chuckling, which pissed (y/n) off further. Not even giving him the satisfaction of looking in his direction,(y/n) got up out of the desk chair and walked further away from Kyoya.

*buzz*

A vibration only (y/n) can feel comes from her satchel bag. While pulling out her books, pens, and pencils, (y/n) also took out her phone.

‘ ’ - (y/n)

Underline- Mina

Bold- Keia

U need 2 tell us y ur wearing his cologne

(y/n) rolled her eyes, knowing there was no escaping them now.

‘I stayed the night at his house...’

NOO

AHHH! Girl, I knew u were dirty

Yeah! Did u do the Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang?

‘Oh no,’

‘We were studying and I fell asleep.’

‘I’m still in my clothes from yesterday, so I’m wearing his cologne’

“That's it!” A bang of a ruler as it hits the table rang out causing some female students to yelp, including the three that were on their phones. “(l/n), outside now! And leave your phone on your desk.”  blushing, more like wearing a mask of, red (y/n) quickly put her phone down and walked out of class.

Tears of frustration welled up, “God, why am I crying?” (y/n) sat on the floor, sitting against the wall a few feet away from the classroom door. Time has passed, most likely 10 minutes before (y/n)’s tears stopped.

The door to the classroom swung open making (y/n) tense thinking it was the teacher. To her surprise and fortune, Kyoya walked out of the room. Once the door closed Kyoya walked to (y/n), helping her stand on her feet.

“Kyoya I-” The tears came back, but before they could fall Kyoya squeezed her forearms tightly.

“Can you hold on for a little while longer?” His silk like voice sounded into her ear.

“Y-yes…” came (y/n)’s unstable reply.

“Then hold out your hand.” Pulling back Kyoya sets his own hand out for (y/n) to grab. Once (y/n) placed her hand into his, Kyoya pulled on (y/n)’s hand spinning her into his chest so her back is smooth against his chest. “We are having a talk about why you're so distracted later, my love, but until then try to behave.” kissing (y/n)’s neck in various places Kyoya tries to be cool when he really happens to be anxious about why (y/n) causing so much trouble today.

“Go back to class, baby. We don’t need you getting in trouble too, now do we?” (y/n) laughed as Kyoya spun her back out.

“No more tears. I’ll see you later. Don’t worry I’ll get your phone back.” With a sweet kiss, Kyoya walked back inside the classroom.

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“I can’t believe that a** hole left you outside of the room for an hour,” Keia complained as she handed (y/n) her school bag.

“I know! And this is the first time that (y/n)’s ever been in trouble, well in her class that is.” Mina slightly laughed. A tense silence was strung along while (y/n) was waiting by the door. “Sorry, about getting you in trouble. And that we couldn’t get your phone back.” Mina whispered as she shifted her dirty blonde bangs out of her eyes.

“No worries guys, I’m not upset.” A true smile set on (y/n)’s face made her two friends very confused.

“What do you mean? You literally never go anywhere without it.” Keia pried, something she was very good at.

“I just have someone dealing with it…” A fond smile slowly crept upon (y/n)’s face.

“Oh my! It’s has something to do with your secret boy toy doesn't it!” The perky girls yelled out in unison, making everyone around them stare hard. Including Kyoya and Tamaki who just strolled up next to the trio.

“Girls! He’s not my ‘boy toy’, I actually love him- very much.” (y/n) snuck a peek at the boys next to her blushing all the while.

“Wow, not even going to tell us off for being loud? You must realllllly like this guy.” Mina’s words caught Tamaki’s ears and were implanted into his brain, which told him to butt-in on their conversation.

“Ah, what are my dear princess talking about?” The blonde boy asked as he stepped before Keia, knowing that she would be the one to spill the gossip.

“Ah, Tamaki, what do you want?” Mina, and (y/n) obviously, visit the host club enough to know the host king himself. Plus being personal friends of Haruhi (knowing she is a she, but others not knowing that they know) helped a bit too.

“I overheard that one of my favorite princess’ has a crush on someone. So, (y/n), whos the lucky guy?”

“Ha! More than like, she told us that shes in loooove with him.” Keia laughed bumping shoulders with the most embarrassed girl in the world.

“Pray tell, Keia,” Kyoya said sliding into step with (y/n), his hand grazing hers.

“Keiaaaa!” (y/n) whined, if the girls only knew that (y/n)’s secret boyfriend was walking right next to her. “I told you to keep quiet!” An angry blush spread across her face.

“Oh hush, now. I don’t see why it’s a big deal to announce your love for him to the world!” Mina laughed, mocking (y/n) a little bit.

“Hey, (y/n)?” Tamaki asked suddenly turning serious.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay… at home?” A confused expression sprung across (y/n)’s face, totally unknowing where Tamaki was going with his point.

“I guess? I didn’t go home last night.” (y/n) shrugged, turning her attention to the blonde male.

“Yeah, hehe, (y/n) stayed with her boyfriend.” Keia laughed, but on the contrary, Tamaki’s expression darkened a bit.

“How did you get that bruise?” (y/n) had totally forgotten she had bumped heads with Kyoya this morning, her skin is sensitive so when she got hit even bumping into a table she would bruise.

“Tamaki, what are you implying?” Kyoya asked his jaw tightening. Tamaki, even if he doesn’t know he is the one dating (y/n), pissed him off by thinking he’d even lay a single finger on (y/n). Just the thought was sickening to him.

“(y/n), I think what Tamaki is trying to say is…. Did he-- hit you? Is that why you didn’t go home?” (y/n) stopped walking, her chest tightening in an angry fashion.

“Excuse me?” The group stopped walking and turned to face the angry (h/c), haired girl. “You obviously don’t know him that well then! I mean Tamaki you literally spend every day with him! How can you possibly think, even for a second, that he would hurt me in any way? And you girls, I literally tell you not to tell anyone- but no, you had to open your mouths. I have to get to class. Kyoya you're the only one who isn’t pissing me off, walk with me to class.” (y/n) and Kyoya left the three others in their wake, both of them upset.

“I want to go public.” (y/n) said abruptly, making Kyoya shift his eyes over to her smaller figure.

“You’re only saying that because you’re angry.” A loving kiss is placed on top of (y/n)’s head. “We will talk about this after school. I think that since you told Tamaki about your secret boyfriend, we need to tell the host club… before this gets any more attention.” pressing a gentle, slim finger to her purple bruise.

“Fine, I love you.”

“Love you too.” they walked into their separate classes, both waiting anxiously for the day to end.  

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Walking out of (y/n)’s last class of the day she wandered the empty halls slowly making her way to music room 3. The teacher held her back to go over some questions she missed on her last math test.

(y/n) decided to get her stuff out of her locker before heading over to see Haruhi. She gently placed her hands on the lock and twisted in her combination. She took her books out and closed the locker. Turning around (y/n) didn’t expect to be pushed into the lockers.

“What the hell?!” (y/n) yelled, the metal digging into her back making her cry out louder.

“I saw you today. With Kyoya.’’ the voice of some girl (y/n) has never seen before gives (y/n) a light scare.

“Let go of me you psycho b*tch!” (y/n) struggled but the force of the shove knocked the air out of her lungs, making her not able to put up much of a fight.

“No, you listen to me. You will break up with Kyoya. You will not talk to any of the host club members again. And you will never speak of this to anyone. Understand?” the girl pushed (y/n) into the lockers with more force, pulling (y/n) up and then slamming her back down. The sound echoing around the spacious hallway.

“Or what? You’ll t-tell daddy? I think y-you’re forgetting who I am.” (y/n) grunted out her chest having a hard time breathing with all the force on her.

“I don’t care who you are. You’re pathetic and ugly. You’re not good enough for Kyoya!”  The mystery girl swung her hand up fully prepared to slap (y/n) across the face.

“Enough!” The strong voice of the boy they were ‘discussing’ bounced off the walls of the corridor. Kyoya pushed the girl back hard enough to have to step a few paces back.

“WHat the HeLl is gOinG oN?” Haruhi yells as she, and the rest of the club run up to a shaking (y/n) in Kyoya’s arms.

Tamaki and the twins are left in charge of taking care of the girl, a terrible decision really.

“Kyoya, how did you know where I was?” (y/n) asked, ignoring the others that had crowded around them.

“Nevermind that, are you okay?” Kyoya leaned away to check for any noticeable damage.

“My back hurts, but it’s mostly my pride.” (y/n) giggled a bit, trying to lighten the mood.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” Kyoya said with a sigh.

“Yes, but I’m your Idiot!” (y/n) giggled before kissing Kyoya slowly, it was only for a second or two before (y/n) could hear Hikaru yelling,

“Woah, Woah, Woah! There are children here.” Haruhi pushes the hand that Hikaru had over her eyes.

Ignoring the yelling between the twins, Haruhi, and Tamaki- with the occasional yell from Honey- The couple gets lost in their own conversation.

“So, have you decided on our ‘secret’ relationship?” Kyoya hummed into (y/n)’s neck making her laugh the wholeheartedly.

“Okay, okay. You got me, let's go public!” (y/n) laughed as Kyoya kissed her. “Thinking about it now, it’s not a big deal.”

“To me it is. I get to claim you as mine- and only mine.”

“Hold on! Since when did you start dating?!”

“Hush Tamaki-senpai, they’re having a moment”

“But mommy hid something from daddy!”

“Oh no, not again-

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Gangsta | M

Mafia Theme

GOT7 JB x Fem Reader

M- Mature (smut, violence, mentions of drugs, crude humor , etc...)

[Y/N POV]

.02.

I was at a loss of words ... I watch as the man named Jae-Bum stood before me. Hands in his pockets , his tall stature seeming to tower over me and we weren’t even close. My mind raced back to memories from before .. to some it may seem like a few years but as the days go by , it seems more like a lifetime to me.

“What’s wrong babe... cats got your tongue.” His voice was similar to that of a man who I knew too well. His tone. The smoothness and warmth of his voice was thrilling , yet I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

“I...” feeezing once a single word escaped my lips was normal , especially for being in the presence of this man.

“Y/n, emergency ... main floor.” Kat’s voice rings in through my speaker phone , announcing trouble in my place of business. Blinking back my shock, Jae-Bum cocks his head. Ignoring the situation I was currently in , I rush out of my office. Jae-bum right behind me , to the problem at hand.

“You fucking whore,” heavy grumbling of sorts catches my attention and then a crowd gathered around. I interfere, pushing myself through the people to get to my girl. I see her first , Sadie, she was in another girls arms , fear stricken. She was one of the new girls... so I can only imagine her mind.

My eyes settle on hers.

“That bitch stole from me!” The older man hollered , his words slurring as his arms flared around trying to convince the others of such things. I rolled my eyes , this guy has been a problem for some time now , I just never knew he was this close to fucking things up.

“I assure you sir, that my girls do not steal.” I say sternly once I stand before him, not needing to get close. The man huffed , annoyed as his eyes went past me and back to Sadie.

“She owes me .. fucking slut.” The drunk mess spat , taking a few steps towards my frame to get to my girl. Before he was able to even get close , a large figure interfered . Blocking the man from approaching.

Jae-bum stood tall, I can see the faces of those around us contort. Some of their faces had drained of color as they would slowly take several steps back.

“Who the fuck are you ... get out of my way , that bitch owes me money!” The older man slurred his words , taking a brave step towards Jae-Bum, but a heavy hand to the old fucks chest brought everyone to a silent stare off.

“I would advise you to calm down and exit the building ... before I really do something about this. Are we clear ?” His voice had dropped a few octaves , seeming throaty as he leaned down to glare at the old man. The whole club seemed to go silent , so deathly quiet you could hear someone breath in the distance.

“You... you’re...” the man spoke up only to be pushed back into the crowed by Jae-Bum, causing everyone to move out of his way.

“I said leave ... before I send my men after you. Is that what you’d like ... another strike on your name ?” Jae-Bum was threatening the man, who was now drained of color. The man who had caused such a scene in my place of business had gone pale like a ghost. The fear radiating from the drunken fool was one I’m very used too. One I’ve seen daily in my life.

In the midst of clearing out the unnecessary drama , I turn towards my girls. Signaling them to get back to work , meanwhile still holding Sadie’s hand.

“Speak.” I whisper to her.

“He paid me to have sex ... begged me but that’s not our job. So I denied ,” her voice shook as she explained. I glanced around , hoping no one would hear.

“And the money?”

“It’s in my bra,” She shyly glances down to her chest , her breast were clearly bigger than mine. Nearing double D’s. I grinned , knowing damn well how the money is hiding in there.

“Good girl , forget this ever happened and go get ready for your next client babe. You did good ...” I pet her, casually placing my hand to her cheek. She was so new but she knew how to get these sick fucks back ... my girls will not , under any circumstances, interact in any sexual way or form with the clientele. But if such man throws money .. then my girls have all the right to take that cash and run. Like as if I wasn’t going to teach my girls how to scam these low lives... they all deserve it anyways.

As I watch my girls get back to work , and my staff clean up the mess .. my eyes go back to Jae-Bum as he escorts the drunk man to the door. Some more men appear, nodding as Jae-Bum spoke to them. It was like he was giving orders , the authority he has made me shiver. Why is that so familiar ? I kept watching , admiring his tall frame. Perfectly broad shoulders extended wide , going down to a slim waist but yet strong legs. He was an all around man ... but in this light , he radiated power.

And like a switch ... I knew who he was. My eyes grew with suspicion and shock all at once as he finally turned , catching my eye instantly. I shook , no , this can’t be happening. He cocked his head as he watched as I lost control , rushing back to my office.

No. This can’t be happening.

Not now.

Not here.

But I’m not alone in my office , as Jae-Bum walks right in , closing and locking the door behind him. He raises a brow, casually placing his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. He just stood there , so effortlessly gorgeous as my behind hit the desk in sudden fear. I gasped.

“You’re... oh my god.” My voice broke as he began to take long steps towards my frozen frame.

“I haven’t been called God in a while , i rather go by JB. Suits my style a lot more ... but if you want to call me-”

“Shut up. You’re Im Jae-Bum... your family basically owns half of South Korea.” I hiss loudly, the news dripping from my lips.

“More or so .. yeah, something like that.” He grinned proudly as I made sense of things. How could I be such an idiot , he introduced himself and it never clicked ?

“What are you doing here?” The sudden question irked me , this was strange that one of the biggest drugs lords was in my place of business. We don’t have trouble with them ... we’ve never ran into them in that way. Yes, some men come in from a specific work background , but we don’t ask questions. If you don’t bother us ... we won’t bother you.

JB continues to smile , making his way towards me. His eyes have grazed every inch of my being since he’s locked the door behind him. My skin prickled with a new sensation .., want? Need? A craving?

He was a man who everyone wants either dead or in bed. He is notorious for being a sharp mobster and yet, a rough lover. You think I haven’t heard the stories about him? He’s famous for his work and his ... cock.

“Like I mentioned , you and I have a very interesting history and well, I want what’s rightfully mine. That’s all..” he says as casual as ever , taking a seat right in front of me. Crossing his long legs , he watches as I take in his words. History? Rightfully his? What the hell is he talking about ?

“Don’t play dumb with me y/n. You’re one hell of a woman , sexy and smart ... I know damn well you know who I am and why I’m here.” He spoke up, completely making me jump in my skin. Still not fully aware of his presence, he radiates power , even with a sly grin on his face.

I quickly began adding scenarios in my head. People from my past who have made an impact on me. When it all finally dawned on me. Those two beautiful dots which sit so gracefully over his eye lid made my whole world drop beneath my feet.

“Mystery client ?” I whisper , my eyes gradually growing as did his smile. He nodded , slightly cocking his head to the side yet again, his eyes began to dip down my frame.

“God, you filled out nicely babe. I knew that pole would tone you right up... you were so new and naive.” His voice was once again full with humor. Like this was normal to him .. almost casual friends meeting up after years. But this wasn’t normal ... this man paid me an abundance of cash everytime I danced for him. Because of his gracious donations , I put myself through school.

No. No. I shouldn’t belittle my hard work. No. I worked my ass off. Dancing all night. Taking shifts almost all week and weekends from girls who hated me and wished to leave this club. I was teased and pushed around as a fresh newly dancer. I made myself who I am now ... this is nonsense if JB wishes to take that from me.

“Impossible. I’ve earned this .., all of this. I owe you nothing.” Was my quick witted reply, to which he smirked. A sly eye roll and he was up on his feet , towering over my smaller frame.

“Funny you should say that ... since about 90% of all of this belongs to me.” The seriousness radiating from him was carnal, the atmosphere turning dense the closer he got. JB lifted his brow once he was as close as I could let him... my nose instantly picking up his strong manly cologne which made my skin crawl.

I began to shake my head. No way is all of this his ... no way did I work blood , sweat and tears for him to come back and rip it away.

“That’s not fair,” were the words which escaped my lips. I wanted to scream , I wanted to cry but most of all, I wanted to rip his face off. Who did he think he was , coming in here demanding the rights to my business.

“Look babe, lets come to an agreement at least. What about 50/50?”

“No.” I replied monotone , standing up to him. JB softly chuckled to himself , glancing away. My heart beat for a few seconds before his chest was pushing me back onto my desk. His hands bravely cupped my hips and halted my body on top , sitting me right at eye level with him. Words could not express how shocked I was with his actions , as he confidently pushed between my thighs , setting himself in a cozy manner. My skin heated , my jaw dropped and soon after , he was gripping the nape of my neck harshly. I gasped.

“Either we go 50/50 or I collect in other ways. If I were you , I would choose wisely. You need me here. This kind of business isn’t for the cute and innocent babe.” He breathed into my skin, his lips finding my cheek as he gracefully hovered over my flesh.

“JB,” i whispered , to which he softly groaned. His body squeezing more into my thighs, spreading my legs wider for his hips. The warmth which rested deep within my core began to sizzle ... not in an angered manner but more in a sense that ... I haven’t been touched in a while.

“God, just the way you say my name is addicting.” He said on a breath , his lips now ghosting over mine.

“If I agree ... promise to .. never lay a fucking hand on me.” I hiss sharply as a sent a heavy slap across his face , pushing him back harshly. JB stumbled then fell into the seat , his eyes huge as the hand print arose on his cheek. He stayed silent.

“You’re right ... a huge part of my life was possible thanks to you , but I’ll be damned if I let you take it all.” I spit, going to stand and fix myself.

I am the boss and if he wishes to work with me .. he will get this version.

“30/70?” I bargain to which he huffs a laugh.

“No deal babe. It’s either 50/50 or I’m walking out that door and coming back with a vengeance.” He teased , cocking his brow , threatening me. I swallowed hard , taking in his words.

I don’t like trouble.

Never did. Never will.

Damn it.

“Fine. 50/50... but you stay the hell away from me and my girls. Understood?” I had to fold. My fear was his power. JB could have me out on my ass begging on the streets as fast as I could throw him out. This wasn’t a mess I wanted to deal with.

“Perfect. I guess , I’ll see you tomorrow then... Partner .” He winked going to the door , and walking out of my office. My breathing hiked. My heart jumped into the pit of stomach as it all dawned on me.

JB ... could be the end of everything I ever wanted and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

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PART ONE WILL HAVE THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS LINKED..

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Hi there! Are requests still open? If so, could I maybe request something with how the bros would deal with/ react to their s/o just suddenly not wanting to have sex/make love (whatever ya wanna call it) like for weeks every time the situation goes in that direction s/o just comes up with a dumb excuse, only to find out that it's because their s/o just hasn't been feeling good about themselves, like not sexy or attractive at all? Sorry if this is too long/specific or stupid...

Requests are Open !! Thank you, Anon!  It’s Not Long at all!! This is soo sweet. Honestly, I had such a great time writing this!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Insecurities ~ Chocobros

You felt that all too familiar feeling you hated. You felt your stomach empty and your mind cloud with the thoughts of the unworthy feeling you knew all too well. Your self-esteem was lower than it had been lately. The perfect man who you were so in love with didn’t help ease your mind. How could someone so perfect love someone so….ugh…How could he loved you when you felt as if you were never good enough. You had started to hate yourself. You knew he was often sexually frustrated. Especially that you refused to have sex with him, you knew yourself well enough to know you couldn’t handle him seeing you so vulnerable when you were already a glass figure teetering on the edge of a jagged cliffside You knew you would break down and cry if you orgasmed with this perfect vessel of a man. You felt as if he could never be satisfied with you.

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GladioHere we go again, the man you loved this big sexy hunk of tattooed man was crawling onto the bed the outline of his massive erection clearly visible through his gray boxers. He was hungry and you knew it the lust in his eyes was enough to make you want to scream. This man was always ready to fuck you into the mattress. However, You couldn’t do it for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to touch this god-like figure of a man one more time. You wanted him…by the six you wanted him. You stared at the man crawling on top of you before you brought your knees up crossing your ankles to shield your body from the lust filled man.

“Umm, Gladdy, I ummm…I can’t I’m sick…” You coughed roughly as he stopped and ran his hand up your leg. “Best way to cure a cold is to sweat it out, babe. Trust me I can help you with that!” He said and smirked his boyish smile his white teeth making you feel even worse. “I ..cant..I..” He sighed and rolled over on his back.  "What is it now, for the past month you have been brushing me off. Did I do something wrong!? If I did you need to tell me. I..am I too rough? I can be sweeter I promise.“ He said pleadingly. This was the breaking point you could feel the tears well in your eyes. It wasn’t him he was perfect how could he think it’s his fault. It was you…how do you tell the man you love you feel too worthless to be fucked. The tears started to roll down your cheeks.

"N…n..no..” You felt yourself manage to say. His eyes widened as he scooped you up in his large muscular arms like a small child. “What is it babe, Please tell me, Gods I hate seeing you cry.” You were torn between hugging the man and pushing him away. “Gladio…I can’t okay…I’m not sexy enough..” You finally let the words out. He looked at you as he pulled you close and slowly. The man burst out into the booming laughter you had grown to love. “You’re not sexy enough?” He questioned laughing. “Babe you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen!” He pulled you close. “You can’t tell me that’s not true just look at what you do to me.” He motioned down to his cock.  You looked up at him and then back down. “I don’t know why..” you mumbled. He stared at you and then pulled you close kissing you hard. You are beautiful…you are as close to a goddess as I can get. In all honesty… I…I never thought would want to be with a guy like me. I’m big in crude and rough im not as sweet as prompto or as romantic as the other guys.“ You looked up at the love of your life confessing to you he thought you wouldn’t want him. You were so confused. "Gladdy how could you ever think that i wouldn’t want you. Your so perfect, The way you smile and laugh. How strong you are. There only one you and that’s all I could ever ask for.” He smirked wide and kissed you. “I couldn’t have described you better myself even if I tried. I love you and only you!” You looked at him realizing that he was right and that even if you didn’t see it he did. and if he thought you were perfect. well, you might as well believe him.

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PromptoYour beautiful sunshine boy smiled as you both rolled around in bed and he rolled on top of you. He brought his freckled face close and kissed you passionately as his hand slide up your arms then down over your breasts and to your stomach as he lifted your shirt and slide his hand up underneath. You paused and pulled away your hand forcing your shirt down and his hand out with it. You looked down and then sat up and curled into yourself. “Chocobae what’s wrong? D..D..did I do something wrong?” He asked concerned as he soft eyes once filled with love and passion looked at you with worry. You looked down at your stomach and held yourself tighter covering your body up more. “I just don’t…I don’t feel well. maybe we could not.” He looked at you and slumped over some.“awww, again..okay…” You felt worse as he said that you wanted to please him but you couldn’t not with you looking this way. you hated your body and he was perfectly toned and fit and nice and sexy. You almost got mad about it.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t okay!” You snapped and then turned away. He looked at you shocked and then he got up and walked away worried you were mad at him. About an hour later he walked back in to check on you only to see you standing in front of a mirror looking at your body your face twisted in disgust. He had seen this all before. It was a look he gave himself at one point. He ran to the mirror and blocked it. “No!” You looked at him shocked, “No, what Prompto?” You looked at his frustrated. “Just No! No! No! NO! I’m not just gonna stand around while you think that about yourself. You’re not whatever you think!! No matter what anybody says or hat everyone else looks like your not that! Your everything but those things!!!” He yelled at you his voice laced with panic. “You’re perfect, Your gorgeous and sexy and smart and beautiful and you don’t need to change.” He looked down and then rubbed his eyes after he grabbed onto your hands holding them tightly between his.

He was crying he looked at you and shook. “You can’t think those things. P..P…Please…If you think your anything but perfect than everything great in this world is just a load of shit. Because you’re better than anything else in this whole world. Better than any other girl, better than any food, or movie, better than chocobos better than photography better than the goddesses all put together.” He pleaded and looked at you. “I looked at myself the way you did…and I never want you to feel half of the disgust or shame I felt. because you’re far more wonderful than I could ever be.” You were crying by now both with guilt and with happiness that he thought you were so amazing. You kissed his freckle covered cheeks. “I love you chocoboo.” You smiled and said as he smiled his sunshine smile and kissed you.

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NoctisYou laid in bed as the sun shone through the curtains casting a small sliver of light over the muscles of the man you laid next to you smiled and looked at him admiring how handsome he was even when he was lazy and asleep and didn’t do his hair. You admired every inch of your prince he really was prince charming to you. He was sweet and funny and romantic and the most handsome man you had ever seen. You felt your throat tighten as tears spilled out. Your head filled with doubts that you would never bee good enough for a prince. Why does he love you? Why is he with you? You wiped your tears and got up to go make sure you didn’t look horrible for crying as you washed your face you felt a lazy pair of strong hands settle on your hips and pull you back against a hard erection cover by his pjs. He smirked and placed lazy sleepy kisses on your exposed shoulder and he smiled and looked at you.

“Mmmmm, morning princess.” He smiled and pulled you into his pelvis more as he kissed your neck. You melted some and smiled. “Morning Noct.” You said softly. He turned you around picking you up and setting you on the bathroom counter as he spread your legs enough for him to stand between them. He rubbed your thighs and kissed you passionately he began to slide your panties down as you broke the kiss he stopped. “Are you okay?” He asked softly. “No, I’m not. I just. I can’t do this.” You said looking at him. He sighed but nodded. “Okay..” He walked back to the room and put a shirt on and started to walk to the kitchen for food. You sat there kinda upset that he wasn’t worried. “Noct? Your not even gonna ask me what’s wrong?” He looked at you. “No, You don’t wanna fuck we don’t fuck. It’s as simple as that I’m not gonna make you. Is there something wrong?”

“I just don’t understand why you just left.”  You responded “I’m not gonna assume something is wrong, Babe I just thought you didn’t want to do anything. I didn’t think there was a reason.”  He said as he made a bowl of cereal. “well something is wrong, I don’t feel like I’m good enough for you. I don’t want to be with you because I feel like im just not sexy enough.” He looked at you and set his cereal down. “Why on earth would you think that?” I’m the prince and future king. I deserve the best and only the best. Why do you think I have you. Because you’re the best! It’s normal to have doubts and insecurities I have them all the time. but you have to believe that even at your worse you are the most amazing person I’ve ever been with.“ You blushed and looked down. He pulled you close and smirked. "Come on im gonna fuck you till the only thing you can think of is pure ecstasy” He picks you up and carried you to the bedroom.

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IgnisYou were in the living room reading a book on the couch as Ignis came home he sat down next to you and he slowly wrapped his arm around you. he watched you read as he slowly kisses your neck. Ignis was not usually the person to initiate sex. however, it had been 6 months since you were last intimate and he needed you. He grabbed your book and pulled you onto his lap and he kissed you as he grinding his erection into you and pulled your hair. “My love, You have no idea what you do to me.” You blushed and moaned slightly but moved off of his lap and walked to the kitchen. “What do you want for dinner darling?” You asked trying to change the subject. He sat there confused and somewhat frustrated.

He stood up and walked to the counter. “My love, If you don’t wish to be intimate please tell me.” You looked at him and sighed. He was looked at you with concern and worry but you could tell he was tense and frustrated.  "Iggy, It’s not that I don’t want to. I want to, believe me… I really want to but I can’t.“ He nods listening to you. "Why, I need you to be completely honest with me. I want to understand.” He held your hand tightly. “I don’t want to have sex because I don’t feel like I will satisfy you or that I am pretty enough or sexy enough. I have struggled with this for a long time and I’ve been trying to change it but, I can’t. I look at you and your so smart and intelligent and handsome and you’re nearly perfect in every way. and I envy you.” He looked down and slowly shakes his head. “That’s because I was raised to not make one mistake, I was trained and conditioned like a robot. While you were playing and drawing scribbles I was learning etiquette and reciting Shakespeare. You’re not afraid of getting messy or making a mistake.  You just do whatever you want and I find that inspiring and beautiful.” He smiled at you

“I am terrified every single second of every day of making a mistake because I was raised to hate flaws and mistakes in myself and my work. I was forced to look at myself as if I weren’t good enough. Until years and years of hard work made me presentable.” He looked down. “Darling you have flaws…lots of them…your messy and you sing when you think no one is listening and you don’t care if it’s bad or good. you curl up and watch anime for 12 hours straight. You look just as beautiful when your hair is a mess and you have bags under your eyes, as you do when you spend hours doing your hair and makeup. You are imperfectly perfect! I love that you’re not a robotic flawless thing. Your human. Your you. And yout the love of my life.” You smile and laugh slightly before practically jumping over the counter to fuck your perfect man.

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[hardt4rein]

Dally x Reader x Two-Bit

This is my first ever fanfic and it may be bad there also might be mistakes or run on sentences. I just hope you enjoy. Disclaimer this is a smut so beware you have been warned hope you will enjoy.

You are 15 years old and are walking down the street to Ponyboy's house. You new that it wasn't safe walking alone. Especially if your best friends with Pony's gang but you were strong and smart and was walking very fast so you was ok for the mean while. You finally reach the Curtis house.

"WASSUP BITCHES" you say to who ever was in the house, but you soon found out that you were just with Two-Bit and Dally. Oh man did Dally do things to you but you were smart knowing that if you was to look up one night stand or fuckboy in the dictionary you would get a picture of Dallas Winston. Now Two-Bit was a different case you guys were always friends and you always thought he was cute but he did get annoying at times when he would make jokes about you liking Dally. Which of course you said it wasn't true but your heat said other wise.

"Watchin Mickey, and im not a dog im a human boy" Two-bit remarked and you just kinda glared at him. Yup hes soo drunk you thought to yourself as you see the evidence of beer bottles around him. "Smokin" Dally replied rather quickly, you noticed the way he was looking you up and down even though thats just a normal Dally thing he seemed more into it today. Dally had just recently had broken up with his sluty ex girlfriend Sylvia, just thinking about her name made your blood boil that she would cheat on this beautiful looking specimen.

As you was just looking in between the two hottest boys in the gang you think that maybe its time for you to stop staring and to do your homework. As you start taking a out your work Dally asks you " Isnt there funner things you rather do than do your homework" you just look up from your work "First off funner isnt a word and second i need to get it out of the way if i want to do anything fun". You drew your attention away from Dallas for a bit " Speaking of homework should you be doing yours Keith" you heard a loud groan coming from no other than Two-Bit " III did it in schooools give me a break". "Wow thats new, Two-Bit did his homework before the good girl did" Dallas said putting on one of his famous smirks. " First off i did most if my homework in school im just finishing up some questions i didnt get to complete" you said staring at him chewing on the inside of your cheek. You hurried up and finished the last few problems and started packing up your supplies when you saw the two boys look at each other and grin. Dally puts out his cigarette on a near by ash tray. You raised an eyebrow utterly confused as Dally moved to the couch that you were sitting on, Two-Bit just watch with that dumb smile on his lips which you had grown to love.

"So doll now that your done with your homework how about a little bit of fun" Dally said that smirk never leaving his face, "What kind of fun do you have in mind" you asked you had a feeling of what it could be or maybe it wasn't you couldn't tell with Dally. He pick you up and sat you down in his lap which caused your face to turn as red as a tomato. While in his lap he edged his face closer to yours and your getting excited but also nervous but before you knew it Dallas was already kissing you.

Dallas had a his hands tightly around your body, as he kissed your plump lips slowly. His lips tasted like strawberries, which make the taste addictive. Two- Bit smirked, enjoying the view and came over to you and Dallas. Two-Bit pushed your hair back and started to leave very dark love bites on your skin. You let out a loud moan, which triggered Dallas and Two-Bit to gets excited.

Dallas licked your lower lip asking for entrance but when you didnt get the memo he squeezed your ass making you moan and opening your mouth a bit, he slid his tongue into your mouth and you two started french kiss on the couch.

"Let me get a turn" Two-Bit whined, Dally released your lips and picked you up to turn you towards Two-Bit. Dally being the very skilled person he is used his time wisely to start getting undressed as you and Two were going at it. Two was a little different feeling from Dally, Dally was rough, hard and needy but Two was still pretty rough not as rough as Dally and he also was very playful. Plus the taste of beer on his lips adding a new taste into the kiss.

As you two broke apart gasping for oxygen, Dally sees this as a opportunity to undress you so he does just that. Once he gets to unclipping your bra thats when you think that this is seriously real and that anyone could walk into that door at any moment which added some more adrenaline into the whole mix. " I though Dallas Winston doesnt share" you said in between gasps, "I usually dont bu-" Dally gets cut of by Two "Were trying to see which one of us you like more so you can go out with one if us". " Oh really now, but what if i dont choose either of you" you asked in a playful tone, " Then i guess were gonna have to keep doing this to until you choose" Dallas said while smirking that sexy smirk.

You grinned at Dallas when he said that, you wouldnt mind having sex with the two hottest guys in the group but the bad thing is that they are very possessive and get jealous easily especially Dally. You decide to turn the tables and you started to tease them. You were sitting on Two-Bit laps kissing him with such a lust and such a passion, you slipped your right hand under Dally's boxers and started to stroke him. In that action that caused him to give out a low breathe moan. And boy did that turn you on. You got off Two-Bit's lap and helped pull off both of the boys underwear's. You were sitting on your knees on the floor looking at both of their sizes and Dally's was a tad bit bigger. Just from looking at it Dally was about a 12in and Two-Bit a 10in and they were both pretty thicc. Both of the boys looked at your face and you dont know what face you was making but you were just staring at their boners.

"Um (y/n) are you ok?" Two-Bit ask very concerned. Dally looked at you studying your face "Your a virgin aren't you" Dally asked that smirk never leaving his face. You nodded slightly, you was thinking man am I seriously about to let this happen im 15 and im about to get fucked by a 18 year old and a 17 year old. They are basically adults and your not even 16 yet. Your mom would freak if she found out what you were doing.

You came back from your thoughts as your heard them arguing over who gets to take your virginity. "I shouuuld do it im the oldest and i never got to take a girrrrls Virginia before" Two-Bit slurred "You mean virginity" you corrected Two-Bit "Wow your 18 and you having taken someone's virginity before thats sad" Dallas remarked "And besides im more skilled in this kind of thing" Dallas gave Two-Bit a look of victory when you budded in " How about both at the same time" you asked meekly.

The boys stared at you in disbelief. "Both of us, on your first timmme???" Two-Bit couldnt rap his head around why on earth would you want that. You couldn't believe that the smirk on Dally's face could get any wider oh but it did. "I see that someone is feisty" Dally pinched your nipple and hummed at the at the moan you let out. "Ok how about we let her decide as to who's gonna take her virginity" Two-Bit asked staring at your naked form. "How about we make this a game who ever cums first is the one to take away her virginity" Dally declared, " Alright but if she cums first  then we can both say we still taken it from her" Two-Bit said.

You could tell that Dally like your feistiness so he patted the couch and you climb on the couch so that your knees were on the couch seats but your elbows on the top of the couch. " Wait we dont have cond-" you tried to say before Two-Bit enters you making you lose your train of thought as the excruciating pain that was in your heat area. Dally grabbed his belt tying it around your hands as he enters shortly after Two-Bit did.You could tell Dally was getting impatient and he started to move and boy did it hurt the both of them in your tight untouched pussy.

"Take it easy now Dal shes a newbie and you might rip her walls" Two-Bit did sound kind of concern. " Nah she'll be fine besides with the both if us in here she gonna adjust quicker i think" Dally said pretty confident. After Dally hitting your g-spot and Two-Bit staring to move you adjusted and man did it feel soooo gud

Dally was more focused on trying to nut in you than Two-Bit was, now as for Two-Bit while he was fucking you he was also exploring your body. All you could hear in the Curtis house was the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin and the sounds of your beautiful moans you three were making.

After a while of the constant stimulation your body couldn't handle it you just bit your lips so hard to the point where it draws blood. Dally grabs your hair that you had neatly put into a ponytail yanking your head back. " Im gonna c-" you couldn't even finish your sentence when you came all over Dally and Two-Bit. Because of you coming that made Dally pull out and stuck his cock into your mouth sending his hit seed deep into your mouth with his seed settling in your empty stomach. While Two-Bit waited his turn to get your mouth he continued pounding into you and grabbed the beer he didnt finish drinking earlier. Dally was taking way to long in your mouth so he decided to pull out and stick his hard cock inside your butt hole and came in there.

Both of the guys ridding out their organs in your mouth and asshole. They both pulled out and you laid there in the couch. " That was sooooo gud" Two-Bit said taking another sip of his beer. You wanted to lay their until you recovered but Dally thought otherwise, " You look sexy laying there and all but you have to get dressed" Dally said to you while putting on his underwear and pants. You groaned but complied pulling on your clothes as you look back to see a sleeping Two-Bit on the couch.

"Aww look how cute" you said watching his sleeping form as you put on your clothes. Both you and Dally heard a car pull up in the driveway and you panicked you hurried shaking Two-Bit to wake up. Gathering up his clothes and putting them in his hands as you pushed him to the bathroom. When he was in the bathroom you ran back to sit on the couch and try to look normal. "Were back" you heard Darry say " What is that smell" Ponyboy said grabbing the bridge of his nose. " It smells like sex in here" Steve said while walking in. Soda looked you at the both of you and narrowed his eyes "OHHHHHHhhhhh you two FUCKED!!" Soda said while raising his voice. "Ew no thats just the smell of Dallas's smoking" you said trying to lie and hurry to cover up them finding out. Everyone turns their attention to Two-Bit who walks out the bathroom fully dressed. " Keith why are your pants on backwards" Darry asked narrowing his eyes. " Oh shit all three of them fucked" Steve said as him and Soda started playfully punching each other.

"Um ew no first off im not gonna be a fuckgirl and fuck two guys at the same time secondly its Dallas Winston i dont want to be added to the list of girls he has fucked and thirdly why on earth would i fuck Two-Bit like come on he's Two-Bit. "Hey whats that's supposed to mean Two-Bit said sitting in between all his empty beer bottles and his pants are still backwards. "Keith what the fuck clean up after your self this isnt your house you cant just leave it a mess" Darry almost practically screamed at him.

"Your not my moooom" Two-But said before passing out on the floor. "Sooo where did you guys go" you asked trying to clear the tension. "Me Darry and Steve were all at work" Soda explained. " Me and Johnny went to the movies we saw IT" Ponyboy said. " Aww i wanted to see IT i guess ima have to go" you said pretend to be sad even though you kind of was. " Awe dont worry doll ill take ya" Dally said budding in while lighting a cigarette "Thx and Two-Bit can come to hes been roasting that clown all week" you said think about watching the movie then going to Buck's to hang out with them if ya know what i mean.

"Anyways ima go home guys" you said wanted to go to get cleaned up as you have soiled your underwear. As you was walking out the door you heard a string of goodbyes and you pulled your phone out your pocket. You went to messages and started a group chat called  " The three musketeers" that had Dally and Two-Bit in it."Had fun hope to do it again sometimes 😏😝😘" you typed and pushed send as you walked down the street towards your house. Smiling to your self.

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[littlebitoffanfic]

Circus Act

Fandom: IT Character: Pennywise/it Relationship: Pennywise/reader Request: Have you seen the new IT??? I really need someone to write for the new pennywise because im strangely attracted to him. Can you make the reader like a vampire who works in the circus and travels to cover up her murders. But pennywise wants her because shes like him and her stage costume is like a sexy clown (kinda like Harley quinn meets pennywise). Please please please???? Authors note: I love this fandom! Im reading IT at the moment and saw the new movie the midnight it came out. You stood in the centre on the ring, the lights around you so bright you couldn’t see the darkness of the audience as you started your routine. You were a dancer/contortionist for a small circus that was traveling through town after town. Not that you minded. You were getting to do the thing that you loved and you were being paid for it. Tonight, you wore tights but each leg was a different pattern. Both black and white but your right leg had strips and the left was a diamond pattern. You found that the children loved it. You wore a frilly skirt with multiple layers of whites, reds and blacks with a large, red bow on the back. Your top was a similar style to a corset, but more flexible, allowing you to move around easier. It too was black and white. It had invisible straps over your shoulders to keep it up while you danced. Your stage makeup was extraordinary. Your entire face would be painted white, with a light blush on your cheeks so you didn’t look too washed out in the bright lights. You had a little heart shaped tattoo on the top of your cheek in black ink which you were carful not to cover. You wore bright colours around your eyes. Pinks and blue to make them dance in the light and your lips were painted a deep red. Your hair was pulled back in high pigtails but curled down to just passed your elbows. You loved your stage outfit. As you smiled, you bent over backwards and placed your hands on the floor, preforming a backbend. You then pushed your legs up so you were standing on your hands but your feet only inches from the ground so you were in a backbend handstand. You turned on your hands, showing the whole audience your trick as the music came to an end. “Give it up for our beautiful dancer, [y/n]!” A voice cried out to the audience and you stood up, curtsied and walked off stage. The second the lights left you, your smile faded and you walked through the crowd of performers till you were outside the tent. The circus was on the outskirts of a forest that looked so beautiful in the moon light, you couldn’t resist but to walk into. Your mind was bored. Bored in a way that only one thing could settle it. But you knew you couldn’t do anything till later and, even though it was dark, you still needed to wait. You were thirsty, very thirsty. And you weren’t sure what was worse, the thirst or your boredom. A short way into your walk and you were in a clearing, in the centre the stump of a tree that had been chopped down. A small smile dawned your lips as you skipped towards it. Placing your hands on it, you pushed yourself up into a handstand on the stump with minimal effort thanks to your trailing. Pointing your toes, you started to make small circular motions with your feet before pulling your legs apart and doing the splits. You then bent your knees and pushed your legs back up. After a few seconds, you bent your knees slightly and pushed your lower body forward till your feet touched the centre of the large stump and you were, once again, in a backbend. Pushing yourself up, you allowed your eyes to close as you slowly raised your upper body up into a stance. Standing on your left leg, you lifted your right leg out behind you. Leaning forward slightly, you raised your arms for balance but raised your leg higher and higher till you reached back and, giving a little kick, grabbed your ankle. After a few moments, you allowed your leg to snap back down and you stood on your two feet once again. You heard a slow clap from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. As they moved forward, a clown came into the view of the moonlight. You slowly turned on the spot to face him as a devilish smile played on his lips. You weren’t scared. No, you were more curious. He was unlike any clown at the circus you were at. His costume was a mish mash of different time periods but he was tall. At least 7 foot tall. Even when you stood on the stump which was at least 2 foot tall, your small frame was nothing compared to his. he wore a rather dated clown costume. It looked like it used to be white but it was faded with red pompoms on the front as if they were buttons. His forehead was slightly larger than normal, similar more to a child than to a grown man. But as he continued to clap and draw closer, you smiled. Taking a handful of the ruffles on your skirt your curtsied, bowing your head to him slightly. “Most have to pay to see one of my shows.” You joked, straightening up but tilting your head to the side. “I bet millions must come to see you.” The clown smiled, his voice a little higher and lighter than you expected. His front two teeth were longer than the rest and, as he smiled at you, he pushed his tongue against the back of them. “perhaps not that many.” You shrugged, noticing he had now stopped only 5 feet from where you were. “You are spectacular.” The clown purred slightly, his eyes drifting down your body and back up. You discreetly sniffed the air. He smelled nothing like normal humans did. His scent was different to anything you had ever smelt before. And you loved it. You clenched your teeth slightly, not wanting to act on impulse too early. Besides, he was curing your boredom. “So, do you have a name?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and noticing how this question seemed to make him happy. “yes, yes, I have a name. I am Pennywise. Pennywise the dancing clown.” He let out a loud laugh, baring all his teeth. “Although I do not know if I could outdo you, [y/n].” You almost froze as he spoke your name but then remembered your name was painted on banners outside the circus. “Pennywise, huh? Never heard of a clown called that. Do you get called Penny for short?” You giggled, winking at him as he lowered his chin to his chest and chuckled. “no, but you may, kitten.” He purred, his eyes dancing with danger and fire. He wasn’t human. You knew that much. “Ah, so the kitten is as smart as she is dangerous.” You heard him mutter, more to himself than to you. But, before you could question him, a pair of footsteps drew your attention. All your senses were more tuned than a normal human so you instantly knew where the noise was coming from and whipped your head to look. Pennywise had heard it too, looking in the same direction and voices filled the air. “3 males. About 15 years old.” You mumbled to yourself. “Good, kitten.” Pennywise grinned and chuckled but you weren’t paying attention to him. Your thirst was becoming strong. just then, the three stumbled out into the moon light of the clearing. Their eyes instantly fell on you and Pennywise. Two were stunned, their fear only making their smell greater, while the other, either too stupid or too brave, started to laugh. “Who the hell are you two? Circus is back that way.” The leader laughed, pointing in the direction of the circus. You let out a low growl, sounding more from a tiger than from a human. But Pennywise started to step forward. “Why, I am pennywise the dancing clown. Would you like a balloon?” He pointed to your right and, sure enough, there was a bright red balloon. It was as if a invisible man held it there. Your gaze drifted back to Pennywise. You didn’t know who he was or what he was, but he was like you. “You think I want your stupid fucking balloon.” The leader said and started to storm towards you, plunging his knife into his pocket and pulling out a blade. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at him, but this only made him worse. “Stupid bitch.” He growled. “Now now, the kittens got claws.” Pennywise giggled, his eyes darting to meet yours. “Or fangs.” Instantly, you knew he knew. He knew what you were. You were a vampire. A creature from nightmare and from myth. And he wanted to make sure of it. When the boy got close enough, you smiled, allowing your fangs to show now. It was something you could normal hide, but now you were thirsty. And he had pissed you off. The boy froze in fear about 3 foot away from you, allowing you time to pounce. You grabbed his wrists and pushed him to the ground, straddling him as you ducked down and bit his neck, hard. He let out a screech of pain and started to writhe but you were stronger. You held him down as his blood passed your lips and down your throat as you sucked. Pleasure ran through your body as you finally fed. It had been weeks since you had last been able to properly feed and you were locked in a feeding frenzy. You heard screams from the other boys but didn’t care. finally, you tasted his blood beginning to thin. You forced yourself to pull back, gasping for air as you did. You could feel a bead of blood run past your lips and down your chin as your world spun. Focusing, you saw Pennywise crouching about 3 feet away from you, his eyes wide with fascination and a large smile on his lips, his head croaked to one side. Looking past him, you saw the limp bodys of the two other boys, blood around them. “Spectacular.” He chuckled, inching closer. You pushed yourself off the body and stood up, noticing how closely he was watching you. “How often do you have to feed?” He asked, his eyes dancing as they fell to the drop of blood on the side of your lips. “If I don’t suck the idiot dry?” You kicked the body slightly, frustrated that you had allowed your thirst to take control. “One human can last me years. But they have to stay alive so their body can continue producing blood.” You explained, your eyes falling on the boys face. His eyes were still open in fear. “Do you like children?” He asked, inching closer to you. “Yes, but they are impractical for me.” You shrugged. “While they do taste slightly better, their small bodies cant keep up with what I need. Teenagers are okay, a blend between adults and kids.” Pennywise let out a loud laugh, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Can you taste fear?” Pennywise asked more and more questions, making you confused as you bit down on your lower lip. You were a little unsure about him, but a part of you was drawn to him. “I cant taste fear. But I feel it. Our senses are a lot more tuned than a humans. But, if they are scared, their blood runs faster.” You explained to him, seeing how excited he was getting. “Now, enough about me.” You walked back to the stump and sat on the edge, watching him closer. But he didn’t speak. He simply smiled at you. “ive heard about you, around the town. Children are under a curfew. They are scared of you. Every 27 years, isn’t it? 27 years that you need to feed.” You smirked as you saw his smile falter. He now knew and understood you were witty and intelligent. “Yes, 27 years. How do you know that, my dear?” He asked as you shrugged. “When you’ve been around as long as I have, the world really isn’t a big place. Rumours travel.” You smiled slightly, unable to hid the small sadness in your voice. You had been around longer than some family names. You had seen humans grow old in the blink of an eye, a tree go from a sapling to a full tree in the flutter of an eyelash. At some point, loneliness was bound to come back. “You don’t fear anything. Why?” Pennywise suddenly asked, taking two steps towards you. “Fear is natural in most animals, but not in me. You see, fears stem from ones ability to predict death. Someone who claims to be scared of heights isn’t, their afraid of falling. Those afraid of spiders is because spiders can be poisonous. Fear is a natural way of trying to warn you. But I am immortal. I cannot die. Therefore, I have nothing to fear.” You explained. Pennywise let out a loud laugh before moving quickly forward and dropping to his knees in front of you. Due to his height, he became eye level with you. “I feed on fear.” He whispers to you, as if it were a secret. “But, some children don’t fear me like they should. Some think because they hid in their silly little groups, they can escape me. But they cant.” He became angry as he spoke, looking past you and frowning. You didn’t know why you were drawn to him like you were. You didn’t know why you were attracted to him like you were. “And you think I can help. How?” You tilted your head to the side, raising a singular eyebrow at him. “You, my dear-“ He reached out and placed a finger under your chin. “You will make them fear. You are able to attack them, whether or not they think you are real.” you couldn’t help but smirk, knowing it would be a fun plan, but you saw a fault. “And what about when you disappear for 27 years? Will I just have to circle back?” You asked. “no, no, no.” He shook his head, laughing. “You can stay. This town wont care. You could pick off anyone you like. And you wont have to worry about getting caught.” It almost sounded too good to be true. But you knew he was right. The town was incredibly strange. “So? Do we have a deal?” He reached out a hand to you, his eyes seeming to darken. But this didn’t seem to worry for 2 reasons. The first, he couldn’t harm you. The second, you were more than enough competition to him if he did. If he was having problems with kids, he wouldn’t stand much of a chance against you. You reached out and shook his hand. “Perfect.” He bounced up to his feet, chuckling with joy. You too stood up, realising you came nowhere near his near 7 foot height. “There is one thing missing.” He mussed, turning to look you over once again. “Oh! I know!” He pulled two wrist ruffle cuffs off his wrists. They were white with red towards the tips and very pretty. They matched your outfit perfectly. Pennywise held them out to you, that deranged smile playing on his lips as you took the items and slid them on. “Better?” You asked, shaking your arms slightly before doing jazz hands. “Perfect.” He moved forward, taking your chin between his thumb and pointing finger and raising your gaze to meet his. “We shall rule this town.” He growled, possessively and it set a shot of pleasure down your spin. “On a throne of corpses.” You added, smirking. Pennywise then did the most unexpected thing. He leaned down and dragged his tongue up your chin to your lip. As he pulled away, you saw he had licked off blood which had dripped down your lip. This seemed to send him into a frenzy. He leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against yours. You were surprised by the kiss, not thinking he wanted that from you. But now you knew, you weren’t going to complain. You kissed him back fiercely, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted you up, a growl emitting from his chest. You knew he could taste the blood on your lips and he loved it. You were the first to pull away and when you did, he moved you up to sit on his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your legs to keep you secure. You didn’t know where this was going to take you or if you could really trust him. But by that kiss and his general aura, you like him. Plus, it might be a little fun. Like a circus act.

#IT #IT 2017 #Pennywise #Pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #pennywise/reader #it/reader #it x reader #request

[artificialqueens]

Masked (Shalaska) Ch.2 - Anna

A/N hi guys! im sorry it took me so long to post another chapter, i figured you liked it since i received a lot of feedback on the first one! thank you all so much and i hope you enjoy this one too! i basically wanted to write something different, in most of shalaska fics ive read alaska is the vulnerable one, but what if the things were the other way around? i have an entire concept for this fic, so if you want me to ill keep writing! (anxious thoughts and panic attacks are written from personal experience so i hope its accurately described haha also i apologize in advance if the language offends anyone, i myself am a member of LGBTQIA+ community and that is certainly not my intention.) -xx Anna

trigger warnings: strong language, panic attack, violence

„Yeah, yeah, I’m late, whatever, you can be happy I even showed up.“ Sharon said entering the room, cutting off the teacher. She looked around the room, searching for her mystery girl. She was sitting in the first row, right in front of the teacher, listening and taking notes. Sharon noticed how her nose scrunched up when she was focused and how her tongue stuck out when she wrote. Cute, she thought as she walked to her seat in the back of the room. No one was sitting next to her, no one was sitting in the entire last row for that matter. From here she couldn’t see the blonde, only her messy bun, but she was still mesmerized by the presence of this girl.

Sharon was trying to think of an apology, but she had no idea how to do these things. She was never good with feelings, emotions or compassion. That’s why she didn’t do relationships. She would just distance herself from the other person in the fear of fucking it up, leading to her ending up hurt and heart-broken. She wouldn’t say she was scared of vulnerability and intimacy, but she didn’t want people to see her emotional side. So she just gave up on that idea, besides she never really saw the point in relationships. One night stands were something she enjoyed much more. Just lust and sex, no emotions, no feelings, no talking. The walls she built around herself, this mask she was wearing was working, she was confident, beautiful, dangerous, something she couldn’t say about herself a few years ago. She learnt from her mistakes, and she will not repeat them. „Hi! Um, I…I just wanted to apologize again…“ that soft voice. Sharon looked up and saw those warm deep brown eyes again. She realized the class was over and the beautiful girl was standing in front of her. Apologizing. To Sharon. Brown eyes were looking at her icy blue ones, nervous and scared. „Oh. No, um, I’m sorry, I was mean…“ I was mean? Are you stupid?! You’re just embarrassing yourself, shut up and leave, this girl is too good for you anyways, don’t even try. Look at her, she’s an angel, so innocent and pure, you’ll just hurt her. You’re not good enough. Leave before you embarrass yourself again. A familiar voice in Sharon’s head spoke, a voice she was hearing her whole life, the one she was trying so hard to fight. „It’s fine, I’m surprised I didn’t get a punch in the face“ the girl giggled and extended her arm „Alaska.“ Sharon was looking at her dumbfounded. She knows who I am, why does she want to talk to me? „Sharon.“ she said as they shook hands. „I know.“ Alaska said. She was even more beautiful now that she was smiling. „That’s a weird name. It doesn’t suit you.“ Did you really say that out loud? God, you’re more stupid than I thought you were. She’s gonna walk away and never talk to you again, she doesn’t need someone like you. Just leave, you’re hurting her. Alaska’s smile didnt drop. Instead it widdened „Alaska is a weird name, but at least my parents didn’t think I was going to become a drug addict.“ Sharon smiled. Why are you smiling? That wasn’t funny, she’ll think you’re stupid. „What does suit me then?“ Alaska added, oblivious to the fight in Sharon’s head. „I don’t know, something pretty like you.“ Sharon replied. So you’re saying Alaska isn’t a pretty name? You’re insulting her! Alaska blushed a light pink. God, she was gorgeous. She’s probably straight, don’t get your hopes up. And even if she wasn’t, she definitely would want you. „Um, I have to go to the next class. What do you have?“ she asked Sharon. „Maths, I think. I dont know, I dont have my schedule.“ Sharon replied as they exited the classroom. „I have Maths too! We can walk together!“ No, no, no, no, you can’t, you’ll embarrass yourself more. You’re not good enough, leave her alone. „I’d love to, but I think I’m gonna skip this one. I hate the subject and the teacher.“ Why did you say that? Now she’ll think you’re avoiding her. You’re stupid, this is why you shouldn’t talk to anyone. No one likes you.   „Yeah sure, no problem. Gotta keep that reputation up!“ Alaska winked and walked away. Sharon ran outside. The voice in her head was only getting louder. She doesn’t like you, why would she? She’s smart and pretty and you’re not. Not good enough. Never was, never will be. Look at you, skipping class because you can’t talk to her. You don’t deserve to be happy. This is why no one likes you, you’re stupid, a piece of shit. Not good enough. Not good enough. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, calm down. Exhale, not good enough. Her breaths were short, the pressure in her lungs was unbearable. Her throat started tightening. Not good enough. She wanted to escape but she couldn’t. You can’t do this here, someone will see you you’ll embarrass yourself. Inhale, exhale. The voice was filling her head, she felt like throwing up. Inhale, exhale. She was cold but her skin was burning. She slid down the wall to the ground, tears now falling down her cheeks. She tried to calm herself down but she couldn’t. Inhale, exhale. The knot in her stomach only became tighter and the voice didn’t go away. You’re pathetic, maybe you’ll finally die. She was shaking as she rocked back and forth, mumbling calm down and breathe to herself. After a few painful minutes, her breathing started to normalize again. She lit up a cigarette, but she remained sitting on the grass. You can’t go through this again. You have to control yourself, she thought. Panic attacks weren’t a new thing for Sharon. In fact, they happened very often, her social anxiety always triggering them. But she never said anyone what was going on in her head, she didn’t want to seem vulnerable. She couldn’t allow people to see this side of her. She didn’t want people to know that she was struggling and fighting her inner demons every day. She was Sharon Needles, she wasn’t scared of anything or anyone, that’s what people thought and that’s what she wanted the to think. Her thoughts quickly disappeared when she saw a familiar figure exit the school building. Alaska. She was gingerly walking around the yard, her previous confidence gone. Why is she alone? Does she not know anyone here? How could people not want to be around her? Sharon thought. „Hey, dyke!“ Sharon heard a voice echoing around the yard. Everyone fell silent. She quickly stood up. She was used to homophobia by now, but if this person thought they were going to get away with it, they were terribly mistaken. She saw a tall, raven haired girl move to the middle of the yard. Violet. Sharon scoffed. Violet thought she was something, wanted to look tough and untouchable, and she did that by bullying other, weaker people. She once picked on Sharon, and when she got beaten up, she never even came near Sharon again. Then who was she talking to? Sharon then saw Alaska, frozen in spot, clearly shaking and firmly grasping her bag. „What’s the matter, lesbo? Kitty got your tongue?“ Violet approached Alaska with a smug grin on her face. Sharon was having none of it. „Oh Sharon! So nice to see-“ Violet didn’t finish her sentence. She was now laying on the ground, swearing and squeezing her nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding. „I would beat you up again but you’re not even worth it.“ Sharon said and added „If I ever hear you talking shit like this about anyone again, I will make sure that you visit your plastic surgeon again, we all know those lips are fake doll!“ Sharon now turned to Alaska. She was still shaking and her pupils were dilated with fear.  „Are you ok?“ Sharon asked her in a soft voice. „Y-yeah, I’m fine, y-you didn’t have to punch her though…“ Alaska was trying to compose herself as the commotion in the yard was settling down and people were walking away. „Violet is a stupid whore and she deserves much worse than just a punch in the face, trust me.“ A small smile appeared on Alaska’s face, but she was still visibly upset. „Come with me.“ Sharon said and thought about taking Alaska’s hand, but figured the girl probably wouldn’t want that, not after what just happened. They started walking towards the dorms in silence. „Thank you.“ Alaska said quietly „You really didn’t have to do that.“ Sharon didn’t know what to respond so she just nodded and kept walking. „You’re probably going to get in trouble for punching another student.“ Alaska continued, trying to start a conversation. „Not the first or the last time I end up in detention.“ Sharon said „Besides, Violet should be the one who gets in trouble, she started it. But the teachers don’t care, all she has to do is bat her long lashes at them and they forgive her every time. They think she’s an angel or something, its annoying.“ „She’s done stuff like this before?“ Alaska asked reluctantly. „Yeah, all the time. Nowadays, not that much, because I may or may have not beat her up…“ Sharon replied with a small victorious grin on her face. Alaska couldn’t help but chuckle. „Has she…has she ever insulted you?“ she then asked sheepishly, almost as if afraid Sharon would do the same to her if she asked too much. „Only once.“ Sharon said. „Come here, I want to show you something“ She took Alaska’s hand and felt an unfamiliar flutter in her chest when the girl squeezed her hand back. They walked behind the dorm building, where Sharon pulled down ladders that were leading to the roof of the building. „Are you scared of heights?“ Sharon asked Alaska, completely forgetting to ask about that earlier. Alaska shook her head and started to climb the ladders. Sharon was right behind her, wondering why did this girl trust her so much. She could kill her up there and no one would find the body. She was pulled out of her morbid thoughts by the sway of Alaska’s hips in front of her, and suddenly she had to focus on not falling down. When they reached the top, Alaska looked around with a big grin on her face. From here you could see the entire property of the boarding school, or prison as Sharon liked to call it. Sharon focused her gaze on Alaska instead of the surrounding nature, she’s seen it thousands of times, the beautiful girl in front of her was much more captivating. „What?“ Alaska pulled Sharon out of her trance, smiling and looking expectantly at her. „Hm? Oh, nothing, just, um, nothing“ Sharon replied offering a small smile. You’re fucking this up, she hates you. The voice she dreaded hearing was back, consuming her thoughts. „It’s so beautiful up here.“ Alaska continued to look around and admire the sight. „Not as beautiful as you.“ It took Sharon a few moments before she realized what she said. A deep crimson blush covered her cheeks as she stared down at the ground, not wanting to see Alaska’s reaction. You’re such an idiot, who says stuff like that? She’ll think you’re creepy and run away, you’re scaring her. Oh, so you’re blushing now? What are you, in middle school? She heard Alaska giggle and couldn’t help but to look up, only to see that Alaska’s cheeks were painted a rose color too. „You’re too sweet“ she said trough her giggles „You’re not that bad yourself, you know that?“ Alaska batted her long lashes at her and walked to the edge of the roof to sit down. She patted the space next to her, motioning Sharon to come sit next to her. Did she, did she just…compliment me? No she didn’t don’t be ridiculous, look at you, she’s way out of your league. Don’t get your hopes up. Sharon thought as she plastered a smile on her face to mask the confusion in her head and went over to sit next to Alaska.

#sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #shalaska #masked #anna #boarding school au #tw panic attack #tw anxiety #tw strong language #slow burn #tw violence #rpdr fanfiction #submission #lesbian au

[war-is-the-stupidest-invention]

Life Plan: Im fucking 22 and I got this! I joined this website as a child who needed a rock, now I am trying to be my own rock and baby its going darn well.

IF Go back to family:

Apply for CNA jobs (Before November 1st).

Apply for jobs in the Bachelors degree field and CNA jobs together.

Look for apartments to rent before December 1st.

Talk to dad about divorce splitting and who gets what property and money.

Get a lawyer for the divorce process.

For mom

Talk with Bree, be involved in her life and know her friends and take them out and be a PTA mom for her.

Talk to Preet be his friend and take care of him.

Give Moroccan phone number use eace corps resume and CV

Apply to get Restaurunt space for a coffee book shop for mom to own and manage. (but in reality you do the managing, paperwork, and everything while mom works at the register, choose the staff, and work at the cash register. Get cashier backup and allow mom to finish her college and get a Pre-school teaching job like she wants.

Get her to do Mathnasium and homework and tuition along with social life

Be Bree’s friend more than a mother figure overtly (but totally be a mother figure and someone she is afraid to disappoint).

Dad:

HOH and family in general:

Put Preet in a soccer club and go to all his games and be a soccer mom for him 100% and all his friends know you are a little afraid of you.

Get to promote his YouTube channel as long as he does his homework and fulfills his ability to understand math.

Get him a reading and literature and grammar teacher a personal tutor no matter how expensive.

Keep him in Mathnasium.

Get him to associate with good friends in and out of school. Make up with Brain’s mom and get him to be friends with Brian again.

Get him to remain in Boise and teach you the store or have him manage it from India if he goes back.

Talk to Rajni and Chandu Dada and tell them exactly why and how it was their fault for my parents divorce and I hope they will for one in their lives listen to the women and children they have hurt in and out of their own close families.

Try to keep a professional good relationship with Dad even after divorce and take kids to see him if he stays in the US and Skype him for the kids if he goes to India.

Keep up with his WhatsApp and FB to see what is happening in his life.

Self:

Get a job, make a calendar for applications and payment and apartment rent and internet and TV and light bill and heater/ cooler and water and taxes and kid’s tuition and mom’s tuition and healthcare and activites for weekends w/ the kids and mom and many other payments, and get Jessica to help you budget like set an exemplary monthly ability to spend, try to get mom to accept you drinking wine, and make a calendar for the kid’s and mom’s appointment and dentist and medication and soccer and bree’s clubs and mom’s classes and all other appointments and activities of the kids/mom.

Set reminders on phone to remember all the appointments.

Make a wine schedule.

Get 6 hours of sleep per night and drink a lot of coffee.

Have one day in a month to hang out with Jessica and go out or someone like that, a friend.

Spend every weekend with the kids and mom going out and stuff.

Have a paint day with the kids to watch Bob Ross and paint and mom and relax.

Have a spiritual day with mom to talk about hinduism and politics and everything.

Have a girls day with Bree every month take her to places and get things she wants and mom wouldn’t get and be her friend. And make her share everything with you and give her good values and lessons. Get mani pedis and whatever she wants like spa days or just a coffee shop hang out day or anything. Get her to go to summer camps and have fun but be safe and share everything with you.

Have a day with Preet playing soccer with him and taking him to the movies and the nerf gun places and stuff like that. Take him to science or soccer camps and summer camp if he wants. Talk with him as a friend and get him to share everything with you and share his problems and come to you if something goes wrong. Make him a lil afraid of you and see you as an authority figure so he listens to you because at this point you re pretty much his mom and literally raising him and Bree.

Apply for graduate schools nearby or online after 2 years. When the coffee shop and India Foods and the family and everything is settled and has a flow and things are getting done.

IF Peace Corps:

Go to assigned place for 2 years and try to apply for graduate schools when there.

Keep in touch with family a lot and help solve problems between them a lot.

Keep in touch with friends.

Have a really long talk with Dad about behavior and actions while you are gone.

Have a really long talk with Mom about her strength and motherliness and education and everything while you are gone. Tell her you will always be there and be her support and rock.

Have a long talk with the kids about their education, and values, and friendships, and clubs, and hobbies/ activities, and about days out with mom, and about knowing how to talk with mom and dad, and being smart and focusing on school, and show how you will literally Always be there and you can help them and be there for them no matter where you are and they can Always come to you with problems and everything. Literally always being there for all the family members and telling them is something severe happens I will come right back and take care of them and everything.

If actually going through with Peace Corps getting into graduate schools and getting a PhD really fast and getting a really good job asap to send money back to the family and going to them if necessary ad visiting them a lot.

Everything will be OK you can do both and you are strong and you are able to love others and always be there when it matters the most and you have it in you and either life will be ridiculously beautiful and worth it and your destiny will unfold and you will be a bright light in either realm and you can grow so much and be so much more real and grounded if you fulfill your duties with love and dedication that you feel when you finally acting upon the things you feel and believe in and hold close to the heart. You are and always will be OK.

#personal

[ticojon-blog]

Personal Draft #1

  As a young child I always checked and was very observant to things around me but also around the area. At a young age, I began noticing many differences between my town but also how we would be treated different. In a small town located in Morris County Dover stands out quite a lot. Just a few names the towns adjacent love to call us include “ Dover ricans” , “ Dover Central” and the worse one of them all “spics”. Why? Well by now the picture should already have been painted and displayed. Dover is a small town mainly populated by spanish and Latino people. Colombians, Mexicans, Hondurians and Peruvians are just a few of the countries of which whom people have came from. All in pursue for the American Dream. For those who might not be aware the American Dream it is as followed. Basically any person not in the US willing to come here will do anything to move away from whatever situation one might be facing back at home. This can include corruption, violence and many other scenarios that arent the best. The right way to chase this dream is technically applying for Visa and waiting for the state to approve or decline but borders and sometimes even declined Visas lead people to do whatever it takes to get away from their country. On the other hand to be exact, the amount of people according to the Census was last taken to be a total of 18,257 people. You can imagine how residences feel being called all these names. Now despite what other towns have to say, as a community we stand together and understand who we are and personally Dover has shaped me into the person I have become today, it has helped me when I look ahead of time  and bring this strong connection just being from Dover.

                  To begin, lets take it back a few years back to 1999. A couple in love partially in their 20s decided to make the move across the country and settle down in Jersey. From beaches and sunshine in tropical Costa Rica to rain and snow at the garden state. They felt comfortable in this town called Dover where old friends and family all either moved or lived forming a close relationship. All they were aiming for was to give their children a better experience then the one back at home filled with corruption and violence. Whats a disadvantage of living in such a small town? How close your parents become with other parents and before you know it someone knows every single detail of you. Anyways, later that year a beautiful seed was born and I came out ready and hungry to succeed in this harsh world remembering and treasuring what they had to do to get to this moment.  Now leaving a country where you know like the back of your hand is completely difficult especially when now your new thought process becomes completely different. One obvious situation was not knowing the language.How will i say what I want and what I don’t? As the years progressed little changed but the desire to do anything to see their son have what they hadn’t even imagined. Dover isn’t just home to me its basically home to my loving parents as well. To me being from this town makes me proud and i always wear it with pride and excitment.  Now in college I understand how my parents have given me everything especially their support and yes  theres no price tag for that. Im glad my parents were able to settle in this community. All those years of staying up late for test worked out but most importantly how I feel about this home connection transfers to Cent just because iI feel what my community has managed to shown me to be.

                In Addition, Dover has a distinguished trait most towns around the area don’t. That includes bonding with everyone and everybody. . In every corner despite not knowing someone we all get along. Dover is a composed of such a tiny amount of people inn areas related, as to why everyones parents came here for the same reason. You might not know someone but that doesn’t mean absolutely nothing. In every corner you’ll see small talk and smiles on faces. The smallest of interactions brings the community so close. This bond cannot be broken. Everyone eventually ends up at the high school and you might not talk to someone but they definitely know someone from your family or a friend in common. My whole educational career through Dover I shared friendships literally meeting someone because of someone we were friends with that’s how small the town was and still is. During spirit weeks at the high school we would all participate and interact with different grades we might not usually hang with.Students would also always volunteer for special olympics giving many of us interactions with students you might not normally have in a classroom.  School was actually fun. We didn’t have to worry about being picked on for not knowing an answer or for asking a dumb question. At the end of the day, we all knew we were here to get out of this small town. To give back to our parents for ditching everything they had back at home.Being part of something so compact and close was special in a unique perspective. The school didnt have clicks that would bother people. We all might hang out with a certain click but being in another had no issues with anyone. Everyone knew what was up and how we were free from high school drama even if the “drama” was necessarily in a classroom In my opinion, nobody was left alone in school we all had an understanding of what it was to wear orange and black. When out downtown at coffee shops and restaurants everyone chats up a storm on literally any topic. Students formed bonds with absolutely anyone even the janitor. Our janitor was such a moving person day by day one needed his wise words .unfortunately, the day of his death everyone cried and attended his funeral but what he meant to us will forever be in our hearts..  Last nights game, the community gatherings and even on someones look people are so friendly and heartwarming you cant find that at least not around my surrounding areas. The community believes we are all equal. Some of us might not have the best cars,clothes or even house but we put that aside and care about whats inside. Thats what truly makes me proud to let someone know I am from Dover.

                 Moreover, despite enjoying the bond we all had most towns around us didn’t like this bond. At sporting events some refs made it aware they disliked this Latino based town.Filling me up with nothing but fuming flames ready to pop. Many racist chants as well as saying from the other teams were usually being said to us 99% of the game. Especially, if we were dominating the game. For example, as part of the soccer team many times I myself would be called “spic” “immigrant” and a “wetback” all false but what can you say when an all Latino team is beating you 4-0 for a county game. I never imagined to be facing something like racist chants, I always believed it was a black vs white debate. I was wrong . Racism was a big part in my high school not inside but when telling people where I was from or arriving to an opposing teams home field and realizing they were playing Dover. My senior year at a basketball game away racist chants were burst out by the opposing team and nothing was done about it. An apology at the end of the day is meaningless at this point in our life. 2019 and we forget how far we have come. Comments stand no where near the reactions of strangers outside of town when you would tell them where you were from. For some reason many Americans believe every Latino is a criminal and want nothing to do with life. Stereotypical comments. I have heard them all. Outsiders also tend to believe being hispanic means you’re most likely  from Mexico. So a Dover resident might be asked.’Hey are you Mexican?” And if you are the stereotypical response is to shrug the shoulder and stay quiet. Let me assure you what being hispanic means. Hispanic means you come from either Central or South America. Not Mexico. Good people do exist and in Dover nothing is different. Take me for example. A smart kid focused on school and soccer and from time to time a girl might catch my attention. Whenever I end up with someone of class or with a degree and a conversation is started everything is smooth. Everything until the moment when you get asked “where are you from?” I have had people ask me if Dover is the hood and if I’m a dealer. No. I am not the stereotypical person. The stereotypes about Latinos had to end. Outsiders have casted this spell were Dover from the outside is in reality seen like a hood. Seen as a horrible place to live and if you ask me the percentage of Americans I really have no clue as there might be at least 5 in the whole high school not including people of color, asians etc. One of the reasons for being so confident and passionate about where I’m from is because I know the truth. I know what every single kid in Dover wants to do. As I’ve said before just to make their parents proud but also move away from this toxic energy around it.

                In conclusion, my community has in a way shaped me into the person I have become today. From greating everyone and being polite in which i have been taught to do. My community has also taught me to be yourself, Put yourself out there and dont be afraid of what anyone says. Have you ever heard the phrases, “Do you” and “Be yourself” Ignoring the toxic waste that people want to make you believe just to bring you down and never get anywhere. Those racist chants said to us at our soccer games are all obnoxious and annoying but to me they are said to bring me down. If they hate you, it might be because you are killing it and doing a fantastic job at whatever you set your mind to do. To me orange and black are colors that bring creativity and success into the picture. Dover has made me be strong for my family. Everyone in town relates to me and being able to represent where you have came from is a huge honor. When i see a family of hispanics I imagine the hard work and hours the parents put in just to bring food onto the table. In todays world many of them might not have any family nor free time to rest. Latino people are not criminals. We are hard workers who want the best for the people we love. Despite our circumstances we all manage to be united and block all the nonsense heard in todays world. Being from Dover makes me feel like i had something other schools and towns dont and its the connection with one another. I cant imagine how i would struggle making friends at other schools if i werent to have gone to Dover. I always think about where im from and represent when committing or setting myself up for whatever in plan, good or bad. Known as a negative community i always put into perspective the good comments after I accomplish something. In my perspective, i always give it my all and if i get asked where im from and i know ill receive a weird smirk I smile and let them know Dover is a beautiful town filled with bright people who want the same as you and I. I hold my head up high and appreciate my community. Attending town functions and town ahll meetings are just a few ways I tend to help my town grow and have a better name for itself.

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