#yea. the truth hurts the hardest

[saulocept]

you call the shots, babe

pairing: könig/f!reader

rating: t

summary: He shouldn’t think of you this way, he knows. It’s not right, it’s not appropriate. It’s a knowledge that’s been drilled through him from the start, and he hasn’t forgotten about that. And still, he can’t stop.

notes: oh u know lol. post cringe, log out, repeat 🫡  

if its not obvious enough i am not sure what i am doing but also this is self indulgent in nature (have u seen him?) so warning for cringe all ahead. there’s a hint of a spice but its not explicit lol also might continue this further when an idea strikes but yea. sorry everyone lets get back to business. sorry

If anyone would ask, he’d be the first to confess, admit it out loud. It was his idea first – it always had been, and no amount of thinking, wondering could ever excuse his actions. He’d toyed with the idea for weeks, months; he’d stayed up late at night to dream, imagining how it’d go, wondering what he’d do if he’d only been bold enough to chase after what he wanted.

He knows he shouldn’t. Every bit of rationale he has tells him he shouldn’t. It’s not right. It’s not appropriate. He knows this more than he knows anything in the world – a knowledge drilled through him right from the very start, but he can’t help it. He’s liked you from afar, since the beginning, even before you’d actually met, got to know each other – loved, even though it felt too strong of a word to use.

And it’s no secret either. Everyone else around him seems to have caught on, sometimes even going as far as to tease him each time you’re around. You never seem to notice, however, or maybe you’re just used to ignoring it, pretending you couldn’t see the look he gives you, trying your hardest to stay professional, keeping him at arm’s length, like he knows you should.

He knows he should follow your example. Forget he’s ever had any feelings for you and carry on like the good soldier he is. Anyone else would’ve done the same thing, the right thing; you’re his mentor, for fuck’s sake – one of the only few people he’s got comfortable with over the months – and even if you’re not that much older than him, it’s still not right.

But he can’t stop. He’d tried, more than once. Did everything he could to forget about you. He’d tried to distract himself as much as he could, busied himself with other things. Focused on the only thing he’s good at, because it keeps his mind off you, stops his mind from wandering, thinking. And for a while, it worked, until he’s ran out of things to do and he can’t help but start thinking about you, again.

He hates it. He should move on, forget all about you. It’s clear you won’t ever like him back, especially now that you’re more distant with him. Avoiding him on purpose, like you can’t stand being around him anymore. Like a stranger, except it’s even worse, because he knows you now know how he feels about you. It’s unrequited; he knew it from the start, really, but now the knowledge of it closes in on him like dirt, undeniable. It’s the truth, something he can’t ever run away from.

And it hurts, really, because now he feels like he’s ruined everything between you, but it should also help, some part of him thinks. He could find some other hobby, something different to do. And maybe then, he’ll stop thinking about you the way he used to do, with hunger, yearning. Maybe then he could look at you the same way he did before all this: like a friend, a mentor – someone he’d looked up to and adored.

Maybe somewhere down the line, this will be nothing but a pleasant memory, something he’ll look back on with a bit of embarrassment and shame. But he knows he’d always search for you in the sea of everything. He’d tried. He’s still trying.

-

He’s not sure how it happened. If he thinks back on this night, all he’ll remember is a blur. Pieces of a puzzle he can’t hope to complete. Vague details here and there, but he knows that it had been harmless, at first, innocent even. He’d drunk too much, bitten off more than he can chew. He’s not sure why he was drinking in the first place, but he’s not sure if it matters now anymore.

And here he is now, stumbling back into his bunk, drunk out of his mind. His head’s pounding, his thoughts are in disarray, and there’s a second where he couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d like to do nothing more than to fall back into bed, asleep and resting.

But he stops, confused. He thinks he might be dreaming, at first – all his desires coming back to haunt him. You sitting on his bed, unmistakable even from afar, even when his thoughts are hazy. Flipping through a book – yours, most likely, because he can’t remember owning something like that in his life.

He blinks, confused. He leans against the door, looks you up and down. You’re still here, in the flesh, staring back at him with curiosity. It means he’s not dreaming, after all. “What are you doing here?”

His voice comes out a slur; he could barely hear his own voice through the pounding of his own head, and he murmurs a curse under his breath, rubbing his temples with his fingers, as though it’d somehow alleviate the ache in his head. It doesn’t work, not really, but your voice comes after, pierces through the fog, the silence.

“You’re in the wrong room,” you say, and your voice is gentle. He could almost swear you’re smiling, trying to hold back the laugh that he’s almost certain would come. “I think you drank too much.”

He shakes his head, mumbles another curse, then stumbles to sit beside you on the bed.  He watches you scoot a little to the side, trying to give him more space, and he blinks in confusion, staring at you. You’re not looking him in the eye, focusing on your book instead like he isn’t there. He frowns. He could feel the sting of your rejection, and it hurts more than he cares to admit.

“Are you avoiding me?” He shouldn’t even ask that when he knows the answer. Maybe he’s really drunk out of his mind for him to be this honest, this talkative. There’s a part of him that knows he should stop talking, leave it alone. He wouldn’t like what you’ll say, he knows, but he can’t seem to stop.

He stares at you, waits, watches as you flip through another page of your book, still refusing to look at him. “It’s for your own good.”

This time, your voice is quiet, serious, and he grits his teeth, clenches his hands into fists. He knows that. Fuck, he knows it better than anyone, better than you even, and he hates that you’re the one who’s giving him a lesson, giving him a lecture over something he’s known from the beginning. And maybe it’s the alcohol in his system, maybe he’s fed up with your rejection, but the words are right there in front of him, waiting to be said. He shouldn’t, really, if he knows what’s good for him. But it’s too late for any regrets now, or maybe he’s just not in the right mind to care. Either way, it’s out in the open now, and it’s too late to take the words back. “Aren’t we friends?”

He sounds absolutely pathetic, pitiable. He’d laugh at himself if he were sober, less drunk than he is right now. He sounds childish, like a boy throwing a tantrum because he couldn’t get what he wants, and he knows he should stop before he embarrasses himself further, dig himself a grave he can’t ever rise from, but he can’t. Fuck. The words are just spewing out of him now, like a dam has broken somewhere inside of him, and can’t stop spilling, won’t stop spilling. “Don’t you like me anymore?”

“We are friends,” you say, and he hates the sound of your voice, that faux gentleness in it, patronizing and ultimately untrue. Like he’s a child, and you’re admonishing him for misbehaving. “And you know it’s not about that.”

You breathe out a sigh, closing your book with a quiet thump, placing it on the bureau next to you. And then you’re twisting toward his direction, facing him for the first time. There’s a somberness in your expression that wasn’t there before, and still, there it is: that gentleness that he hates, and the one that draws him in like a moth to a flame.

You like him well enough; he knows. He could see it in your eyes, in the way you look at him, and it should feel comforting, really, to know that you’re still friends, that you’re not going to treat him any differently, but fuck, he hates it. Hates how it all feels so fake – a lie carved out of nothing, meant to mollify and leave him wanting.

He’s tired of it, of this, of you. Tired of whatever this strange thing is between you, more confusing than ever. He’s seen the way you stare at him from afar when you think no one else is looking. He’s caught you a few times, and each time, he could never seem to understand what it means.

You’ve never once told him, not really, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be brave enough to ask. But it sits here, anyway, a weight pressing in on him, tight enough to suffocate. Lodged between you, though he wonders if he’s the only one who could see it, feel it.

There’s a time and place for everything, he thinks. Any other time and he wouldn’t even say a word. He would’ve nodded, left it at that, pretended he understood even if he didn’t. He wouldn’t have found the means to say it, too caught up with his own shame to even bother trying. But maybe all the alcohol’s making him numb, stupid. Maybe it’s the only thing that keeps him going, even when he knows there isn’t any hope.

“If you don’t hate me,” he begins, swallowing the lump that forms in his throat. There’s a voice in the back of his mind, protesting, yelling at him to stop, because everything would be ruined after this, but it seems so distant now, so far away. He should stop, say something else, before everything he’d ever worked hard for falls apart in front him. “Then kiss me.”

You stare at him for a long time, startled, uncertain, like it’s not what you’re expecting. A thoughtful look flashes in your eyes, and for a second, you’re frowning, looking deep in thought, like you’re mulling his words over, weighing the pros and cons. “Are you sure?”

He laughs. Fuck. He feels hazy, out of his mind. He stares at you, keeps his eyes on yours the whole time, shifting a little on the bed, closer like he’s daring you to move away. You don’t. He smiles a little, nearly grinning.

There’s a buzzing in his head, and he can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol in his veins or if it’s from excitement, or from something else entirely. He moves a little closer, and still, you remain where you are, refusing to budge. Your silence should feel like a rejection, but it doesn’t, not really; there’s something in the way you look at him that pulls him in, convinces him to take matters into his own hands.

He's giddy, drunk out of his mind, and bolder now than he’s ever been in his life. He would’ve never believed he has it in him, but it doesn’t matter now because he’s making the first move, leaning closer, his face mere inches away from yours.

And still, you’re not pushing him away. He takes it as a sign to continue; here, he feels the warmth of your breath, how it tickles his cheek, his skin. It should feel like a mistake, being this close to you, and he knows he shouldn’t do it, should stop before he starts regretting it, but he can’t. And now that he has you right where he wants you, he doesn’t ever want to go back.

It’s automatic, the way he moves, fueled only by his wanting alone. Slowly, he raises a hand, rests his palm against your cheek. You’re so warm against him, so real; the feel of you now wouldn’t ever compare to his dreams, his fantasies.

He should grab this chance, he knows, before you change your mind, push him away. But there’s a part of him that wants to make the most of it, savor this moment for as long as he can, knowing he wouldn’t ever get this chance again in this life, the next.

“Close your eyes,” he says, and it’s almost strange, hearing himself speak. He sounds different, somehow, his voice raw, thick with wanting that he almost doesn’t recognize it at first.

And still, you don’t object. It feels weird having all this much power over you when it’s always been the opposite. Still, he can’t deny and say that he doesn’t enjoy it, especially now that you’re doing as he asks without complaint, without another word.

He pauses a little, takes his moment drinking you in, memorizing every part of you as much as he could, refusing to take his eyes off you lest you disappear, fade out of existence. Like a dream. Gently, he traces his fingertips along your skin, as if to make sure you’re still real, still here.

His reward is a shudder, a shaky exhale spilling out of your lips, and the sweet taste of anticipation lingering on the tip of his tongue. There’s tension in here, too, somewhere: thick, cloying, nearly suffocating. He can’t deny it anymore, can’t ignore it, and it’s here that he takes the plunge, closing the distance between you.

Fuck. You taste better than he’d ever imagined, better than in his dreams, and he can’t get enough; from your response, it’s clear that you feel the same way, too. You wrap your arms around his neck, desperate to have him closer, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging.

It’s a harsh tug, unexpected, and he can’t help the hiss that spills out of him. It’s enough to make him lose control, though maybe it’s all he’s wanted all along. You’re quick to take the reigns yourself, pulling back briefly to nip at his bottom lip: light, playful, coaxing more sounds out of him.

He stares at you, wanting, waiting, and you only give him a smile before leaning in to kiss him again. The kiss is different this time: hungry, ruinous – all tongue and teeth and merciless taking. And still, it’s not enough, never enough. He tugs you closer, pulls you against him, as if he could somehow keep you with him, forever.

He knows, he can’t, not really. Still, he’s content with staying in this moment for a little while, riding out this fever dream until it’s over and he’s completely spent. Everything that happens is all a blur, and all he remembers are vague details – a series of images that come and go, as fleeting as a memory.

The touch of your hand. The warmth of your skin. The sound of your voice, breathless and wanting. All of your secrets laid bare for him to see: mirroring his own, converging until there’s nothing left but heat and fire, bursting in the spaces between, exploding.

It’s over as quickly as it comes. Darkness tugs at him, and he’s quick to fall into oblivion: content and satisfied. When he opens his eyes, he’s alone, back in his room. The memory of last night comes back to him in full force, but there’s no sign of you anywhere that he can’t help but wonder if it’s all a dream, something he’d made up in his head.

#renwrites #konig x reader #modern warfare x reader

[brolantra]

I always used to question how I could still have love for people who have literally done everything in their power to break me… and I always used to tell myself that’s just proof the love I give is unconditional and it’s proof my capacity to love is vast. Which isn’t untrue, but that’s only half of the truth. The other half of the truth is that my ability to love those who wish me harm is only an extension of the fact that I love the 3 people who ruined my life before it even really began with all of my heart and soul. And I always will despite everything that happened. My brother has hurt me more than anyone else on this planet, but my parents are equally responsible for how I became so mentally ill. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, chronic anxiety, and cPTSD. It’s one thing to heal your soul through spirituality, which I’m not minimizing cuz that’s where I started and it’s just as important. But healing my BRAIN??? Just wow. I knew it was going to be hard but some days are so hard I don’t know how the fuck I’ve made it this far. Healing ptsd makes healing bipolar disorder seem like a walk in the fucking park (and it wasn’t easy at all believe me.) I know how powerful I am. I know if I can heal my brain of bipolar disorder I can do anything I put my mind to. But dis shit is harrrddddd. I’ve had to take radical accountability for correcting issues that simply were not my fault, and it’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I think there’s a difference between self pity, and just being completely honest with myself.. cuz I do my best to not throw pity parties and I try to just focus on my forward motion. But I’ve learned enough now to know I’m not doing myself any justice by minimizing the pain that was inflicted on me in my formative years because that pain has been the foundation for every other connection that has caused me harm in my life. Both romantic & platonic. I really do understand why people opt out of real healing.. cuz this shit ain’t for the faint of heart at all. Only the truly strong survive the depth of the mud you have to trek through. Allowing myself to be vulnerable in this open space. This safe space I’ve created for myself over the years.. it really helps. I also journal in a physical journal and in the notes in my phone. Never seems to be enough though. Definitely proof I’m meant to be a writer, which is off topic but yea. I hope as the energy of this full moon fades out I’ll feel better. These emotions are coming up for a reason, I have to get them out of my system. I don’t like feeling this way but I know moving through it is the only way to go, resisting the current will only hurt me more. Doing the best I can. Hopefully in a few days this stage of my journey will be behind me cuz whew.. I’m a hot mess right now

[honey1433]

Generation

Hi this is honey from 11 humss and this will be my blog on R&W. For me it’s better to be in old generation like peace of mind. No toxic at all, people are nice and honest, imagine being in that era no phone and social media only radio and tv all fun. I know some teen will say that old generation is boring it’s okay I understand them. To be honest I wanna be born in old generation that nice view where you live people are loyal to each other. Cuz In this generation boys/man’s/guy’s are not loyal that’s why there are a lot of broken family “pero laro kasi"🙁 some girl’s to cheat it’s hard to find real in this generation every person around you can be fake you can’t trust people nowadays. Yea the things I love about this generation is fashion I love styling myself when I see myself in the mirror I just love myself so much I don’t care if there’s someone prettier than me . I’m also pretty I will never be jealous of someone . there are also a lot of backstabber too haysss…. Me? I can’t fake my expression or feelings if I don’t like the person I will tell them straight forward it’s better to let know the truth instead making them happy with the lies that could hurt them at the end. There are a lot of cheater and snakes in this generation so all I do is stay away from them to keep my heart and happiness safe. People love to come into your life and mess everything up. Especially boys Hays’s….. if you are going to use girls please don’t pick the innocent with the pure heart just leave them alone if you can’t love her right.this generation is really messed up teenagers going to club or bar some are doing drugs some are bad and some are broken I can’t understand this generation and I don’t wanna understand too I don’t wanna stress myself I will just distance myself from every person it’s better. Who said you can’t be happy alone? That’s the problem in this generation is you need someone to make you happy yea they will make you happy but in time they will hurt you so bad trust me it’s hard to find someone who’s real the world is wide but you can’t find the right person. You know who is the right person that is you just love yourself first. Old generation is really the best I don’t fit in this generation with the pure soul and kindness I’m carrying but it’s okay god placed me here in some reasons to be honest the only person I trust is god he is my everything the only person never left me on the hardest time when everyone left me but he was there looking at my battles I know god it hurts but I promise I will reach my dreams and be super rich it’s okay if I don’t have a boyfriend I can wait for the right person and if there’s no mr.right I will be my own mr.right 👀❤️‍🩹. I really miss the old generation that generation was gold you don’t play on phones before we play outside the house a lot of games that games are better than your games in the phone I never see kids play outside only few I bet there are playing on there phones. Before I love making a house with the pillow and blanket. If I have time machine I will really go back to that gold generation. I love you old generation you’re still alive In my heart and will be forever 🌷🌺

“Teenagers nowadays lmfao”, “what’s with the teenagers nowadays?”, “teenagers nowadays are so dramatic”. These are some lines that we often hear from some elders. Anyways

[seeking4chills]

FEAR

How can i describe fear?

It stays with me all the time , call me coward or anything!

The truth is i have got so many fears, yea am i the most insecure person yes , i am

But how?

Is it my fault or people's i will never know

I can't talk about this it seems joke to everyone

But deep down when i sit alone my mind get clouded by these fears what if or what if not?

Do they stay , do they care , what they think of me,

Am i the burden to them or maybe I'm nothing to anyone?

You think u can hurt me but let me assure you

I'm always hurting myself isn't it funny??

For some ppl it might be hilarious i get it .

Yea i do love myself that's why I'm scared cause its really tough to be loving when u r mostly scared all the time. I can understand,

love anyone but when it comes to me its the hardest job i have got.

I do get scared when i feel happy why cause what i will do if these happiness will be gone

I do get scared when i fall in love why cause i feel what if they dont accept me as who i am

I do get scared when someone became close to me what if they will use me or leave me all alone

I do get scared how to resolve it

I'm finding the solutions,

I hope someday it will go away somewhere where no one has to know about this.

[swiftnews]

okay but what are y’all going to do when we get speak now (tv) before 1989 (tv). what then

#taylor swift #1989 (taylor’s version) #speak now (taylor’s version) #yea. the truth hurts the hardest

[redhead-batgal]

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Fem! and Vigilante! Reader x Damian Wayne/Robin

Content: Some angst and lots of Fluff, some cursing, violence and an oblivious reader. Aged up Damian, 15/16yrs old.

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name, V/N: Vigilante Name

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There is a moment when you realize that you love some one, there is also a moment when you realize you hate someone. However, it's the moment realizing that someone loves you that usually hits the hardest. Unfortunately, this was not the moment for you. Instead it was the moment you realized that Damian Wayne hated you.

And honestly it pissed you off. You had done nothing to warrant his hate, in fact the two of you had been friends until he decided to be a pompous ass. Your opinion might be a little bit jaded considering you were hopelessly in love with him... but that didn't mean he had any right to be a dick to you.

It had started with avoiding you, he would see you walk into a room and he would turn and leave it. Sometimes you would be walking towards him and he would turn around and begin heading in the opposite direction. It extended into ignoring you, you would try and talk to him and he would ignore you and walk away.

Once, he was having a conversation with Tim, Tim mentioned how you would be able to help out much better then he could. Damian looked to you for a moment and you raised an eyebrow almost in question. Then he shook his head before leaving the room muttering something about how he didn't really need the answer.

It was infuriating. Maddening really, being ignored and avoided. But you knew it was best to let Damian do what ever the hell he wanted and he'd regret it later. However, when he asked to be paired with someone else on patrol when you didn't even have to speak to each other, to say you nearly lost it was an understatement.

It was the reason you nearly got shot, your mind was clouded with violent thoughts, anger at Damian and at yourself for being so hurt at the rejection.

You and Red Hood were paired together for patrol. You were supposed to be watching the turf of a gang called the Scarlet Soldiers. Word was that a war was brewing between The Scarlet Soldiers and The Unseen Devils. While your mind was off arguing with itself and shouting curses at Damian, The Devils made their move.

You didn't even realize what exactly had happened, you remember Red Hood shouting at you to get moving then everything was a blur. The next thing you remember it a feeling like fire slicing your side, gun shots were ringing around you and you felt another slice across your cheek and left arm. Someone shouted for you to get down and you dropped to the ground almost in a trance.

It wasn't until the gunfire stopped and the slices felt like they were a blaze did you come out of the trance. Someone was yanking you to your feet, however it felt as though everything was muddled and distant. Someone began to shake you and suddenly your hearing cleared and you found yourself face to face with Robin.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

He seemed concerned but you wrote that off as the adrenaline pumping through your veins due to being shot at and the fact that you had gotten grazed at least three times.

Rolling your eyes you shoved him away.

"Oh fuck off," You snapped.

He did not in fact fuck off.

Instead, he grabbed onto your right arm, forcing you to face him once again. You shot him a glare but he returned you one that rivaled your own.

"You," He began almost as if he was restraining himself, "could have gotten yourself killed, V/N."

You couldn't believe it, was he seriously acting like he cared? That he was worried about you when you both knew that was the farthest from the truth.

Pressing a hand to your forehead you shook your head and weakly laughed, "Please don't start this shit with me right now."

He blinked in slight confusion and looked at you the confusion overtaking the apparent anger he had previously had.

"Excuse me?"

"Your bullshit," You began shooting him an irritated look, "already has a body count you don't need to add more to it."

That only seemed to confuse him more. He did not let go of your arm, instead he took a step closer to you, "What?"

"This- this fuckary about 'caring'."

You threw your hands up as you shook your head and effectively slipped from his grip. But it didn't matter, he was close. Close enough you could see a slight hitch in his breathing.

" I do care-" Robin began but you cut him off shaking your head.

"Don't you dare, don't even try saying that you give a fuck about me because we both know that's a damned lie." The words slipped off your tongue and you felt your heart raging in your chest.

You had unintentionally let your feelings, the ones you'd been trying your hardest to push back, to beat into nonexistence, shove themselves forwards. The pain you had felt, not only at the rejection he kept seeming to shove your way but because of your stupid love for him. No matter how hard you tried it seemed your dumb heart was saving all it's love for him.

It wasn't until you saw the shock on his face you realized that he, luckily, didn't see all that you felt. His face hardened and he took another step forwards. If he got any closer the two of you would be touching.

"What in the hell made you think that?" His voice was low, you could see him clenching his fists and you had a feeling was he not wearing his mask, his eyes would be blazing. You had made him angry.

Great. This was just perfect.

However you couldn't stop yourself from replying. You had gotten all your pain out on the table, why not throw the anger out there as well?

"YOU! You and your pompous assery! Avoiding me, ignoring me! Of course you don't care, it was obvious... why would you?" You found yourself nearly shouting as you lurched forwards, your voice cracking at the end.

He blinked a few times, the anger slowly leaving him. You could tell because his body began to relax and his fists unclenched. This made you even angrier. Taking in a breath to stop yourself from breaking the boy wonder's nose you realized how close the two of you were.

Well shit.

He was close enough you could make out the pattern on his mask and uniform. You could hear him breathing and had the sneaking suspicion if you were to let out a breath, he would be able to feel it. You could practically hear him in you head scolding you for ruining his outfit.

"Don't even breathe on it," He had told you when you first saw it, "it's very expensive."

"How much?" You had asked in curiosity.

He shot you a look then rolled his eyes and replied, "It's worth far more then you are."

The sight of him moving his hand brought you back to the present. Looking at him you found him studying you. Suddenly he sighed and shook his head. Your noses were almost brushing when he said,

"Well, I never said I didn't care, So don't go thinking that."

Before you could reply someone called your name causing the both of you to look in their direction. Nightwing was making his way towards you a concerned look on his face.

"V/N, are you alright?" He asked moving forwards, hands out as if to examine your wounds.

You noticed how Robin took a few not so subtle steps away from you and you waved a hand at Nightwing.

"Honestly I'm fine, it's just a couple of nicks. I'll be okay."

Robin snorted as if he disagreed and you shot him a slight glare. Turning back towards Nightwing you noticed how he gave Robin a worried look before meeting your gaze.

"Just to be safe, let's get you back to bat cave and let Agent A take a look."

Reluctantly you nodded and let Nightwing begin to drag you away, a strange feeling burning in your chest. You hadn't fully realized what Robin had said until then.

I never said I didn't care. So don't go thinking that

What on earth did he mean by that? You were thoroughly confused. He acted like he didn't care, then said things like this. You hoped you didn't get whiplash from this sudden personality change, however you knew that it was more likely that you were going to just end up getting hurt. Your heart had begun to sing a little song almost as soon as it heard his words.

I never said I didn't care

That must mean he does care, your heart cheered. Your feelings were confusing... very confusing. On one hand you were angry, on the other hand you heart seemed to be making you feel a bit fluttery.

The sharp sting of rubbing alcohol on your cuts yanked you out of your thoughts. Alfred stood in front of you gently cleaning the minor wounds you gained earlier. Meanwhile, Tim seemed to be explaining something he invented to Duke.

"What do you mean it might explode?" Duke asked still wearing at least half of his vigilante outfit.

Tim shrugged as he deposited another coffee cup into the overflowing trashcan near the bat computer.

"I'm like eighty-five percent sure it won't."

"Eighty-Five percent?!"

"Uh, Well more like seventy-seven."

"WHAT?!"

You knew under other circumstances you would have laughed an such an interaction. However after what happened you were lacking your usual humor and it didn't go unnoticed.

"Is everything alright Miss. Y/N?"

You blinked and look at Alfred. He was tending to the wound on your arm and gave you a expecting look.

"Oh, I- uh yeah. I mean it's not alright but nothing is really wrong." You explained with a shrug not wanting to get into it.

"Is that why Master Damian hasn't stopped staring at you?"

"Yea-Wait, what?"

You looked up and found, nearly on the other side of the bat cave stood Damian, clearly watching the progress of you being taken care. Three words popped into your head.

Overbearing Mother Hen.

This was nearly exactly like how things had been before Damian decided to turn into a dick... well more like a prick.

He would worry about any injuries you got, of course you felt the same about him, but it was strange to see him back up to his old ways... it made your heart do the weird fluttery thing again and you really didn't like it.

A stinging on your cheek caused you to wince. And you blinked once again back into reality.

"Apologizes Miss. Y/N."

You shrugged at Alfred, now deciding to focus on him... well for at least the moment.

"It's fine, it's the least I deserve for being an idiot."

Alfred raised an eyebrow as he pulled the cloth away, but other then that he didn’t react to your comment. Looking for a bandage in the first aid-kit, Alfred let out a slight hum. After a minute's search he pulled out a old looking band-aid.

"Unfortunately, Miss. Y/N this is the last band-aid we have."

In his hands Alfred had a pink hello kitty band-aid, it had tiny little hearts and hello kitty's face adorning it's surface. You didn't really mind, a band-aid is a band-aid after all.

Alfred place the band-aid on your face and you waggled your eyebrows remarking,

"It's alright, I don't mind, I think it give me a punk edge. What do you think?"

He replied without missing a beat as he began to clean up the area, "I think you should go and talk to Master Damian."

Of course he did, he probably had heard about your argument from someone or heard parts of it over the comms, the possibilities of him hearing about were endless after all.

Shaking your head you sighed, "Alright, alright, fine."

Hopping down off of the counter, you began to walk towards Damian. As you went you passed by Steph and Cass, who both shot you looks as you headed towards him.

"Nice band-aid!" Steph remarked as she shot you a wink.

You rolled your eyes smiling as you fought off a laugh. Giving her a thumbs up you continued to walk. Stopping in front of him you notice how he's giving you a strange look.

After a few moments of awkward silence and rolling from the ball of your foot to your heel you nodded and decided to break it.

"You are being really creepy you know, you should stop."

Damian blinked in surprise and his brooding look dropped as he gave you a confused one.

"How so?"

You didn't understand how he couldn't see that he was being weird, weird and creepy. Staring at someone relentlessly and not turning away when they look back at you is fairly weird.

"Just standing there staring," You explained waving a hand, "it's weird. Stop it."

Damian's face stiffed for a moment and his entire body tensed. You didn't know exactly what you did, but something you said clearly had upset him.

"Why am I scaring you?" He asked fairly curtly.

He- he thought that he could scare you? Something was clear wrong with him because he must have forgotten who you were and what you've seen.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you crossed your arms. Letting out a scoff you looked him dead in the eyes and gave him a tight smile.

"Do you really think you could scare me? Sweetheart, I've met babies that are scarier then you."

It occurred to you, after you said it that you called him sweetheart. For a few seconds panic began to ensue in your mind until you saw his natural scowl and the rolling of his eyes. He didn't take it as flirting as you feared, instead he took it as a taunt... or at least that's what it seemed like.

The scowl slips away from his face and instead he looks at you frustrated and he opened his mouth only to close it. Clearly he wanted to say something, what scared you was how much you wanted to know what it was.

You fiddled with your hands for a moment before he finally cleared his throat and spoke.

"I- I wanted.... I wanted to apologize for my behavior."

Initially shock came over you, was Damian Wayne... the Damian Wayne apologizing? It sure as hell was what he said and as far as you could tell it wasn't a joke. Then again you don't exactly know what he's apologizing for.

Pushing your surprise back you raised an eyebrow and inquired, "And why is that?"

He fidgeted for a moment before looking you in the eyes, he seemed upset- a look you knew meant he was not upset with you, but himself.

"Because I was not right to treat you the way I did."

Pardon? You were astounded. Not only was he actually apologizing, he was admitting he was wrong... well not even admitting it. He was saying it, you hadn't really told him his behavior was wrong more as told him it pissed you off. For half a second you felt the fluttery feeling but you shoved it back.

What exactly was he expecting to get from this apology? Did he expect you to instantly forgive him and for everything to go back to the way it was? Or did he expect you for forgive him and then you apologize for something? You didn't know and frankly were irritated at any of the possibilities.

"Okay and?"

He swallowed and you swear you could see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"You are a very dear... friend of mine and I would hate to loose that friendship because of a fault on my part."

Your jaw nearly dropped, did he just call you a dear friend? Tonight was full of miracles. Your heart began fluttering again and you were to shocked to even try and stop it.

We're friends... dear friends, your heart began singing. But you cut it off before it could get any further. No, no you couldn't keep playing this game with yourself, with your heart and feelings. For your own sake you were going to force your heart to find someone else to love. No more saving all your love for him. You were going to find someone.... someone less of ass. However that didn't mean the two of you couldn't be friends.

He seemed genuine enough and seeing the kicked puppy dog expression on his face was seriously starting to wear you down.

"Ugh, fine." You sighed giving him a irritated look, "Just don't do it again alright? I really don't like pompous you, jackass you is much better."

Relief quickly appeared on Damian's face and he seemed to be fighting off a smile suddenly.

"Thank you... I'm assuming jackass me is the version you deem normal?"

Despite yourself you snorted, rolling your eyes you smiled and gave him a long look. He was an idiot and sometimes weird, but other times he could be kinda cute... alright more then kinda... wait did what he just said about being dear friends- was that an emotional speech? You couldn't help but tease him about it.

"Yup. By the way, I didn't know you were the emotional speech kind of guy."

He blinked and then his eyes narrowed and he leaned in towards you, his arms behind his back a strange look on his face.

"Well special circumstances call for special responses however if anyone ever finds out about this there won't be a body left for them to find." He muttered to you.

For some reason, you found this hysterically funny. You smiled at him and he gave you a confused look. Laughing you rolled your eyes.

"Okay, then."

A temptation washed over you and you gave Damian a look, he raised his eyebrows in confusion. You leaned in a bit more and for a moment you relished the surprised look in his eyes. Leaning in even more you quickly pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, then you pulled away smiling.

His eyes widened and it was hard not to laugh at his expression.

"Did-did you just kiss me?" He asked clearly in shock

Laughing you shook your head in disbelief, it wasn't that shocking was it?

"It was only on the cheek, geeze. You do know that friends sometimes kiss each other like that right?"

He blinked twice and then he nodded and turned away from you his face turning all different shades of pink and red.

".... I do now." He replied nearly whispering.

It suddenly occurred to you that you had completely and totally flustered him. You tried to stop yourself but you really couldn't. A snort escaped you and you pressed a hand to your mouth to push back your giggles. Damian blinked a few times and your entire body shook.

"Oh no!" Jason shouted, "I think the demon spawn killed Y/N."

That did it, you burst into a fit of laughter. Your entire body shook and you nearly collapsed in on yourself.

"Oh my gosh," You said in between your laughing fits.

After a few seconds of you cackling and everyone staring at you in confusion, you were able to calm down... well it was more like a few minutes but that's besides the point. Wiping away imaginary tears you let out a sigh and smiled brightly at Damian. His face softens and he sighs slightly before straightening out.

"I hope you fully recover from your injuries L/N." He says in a strange tone, turning to leave.

"They were just scrapes." You reply, waving a hand as if to brush off.

He pauses for a moment and turns back to you. Tilting his head he looks you over.

"Regardless, I dislike seeing you hurt..." He softly says, he then blinked a few times as if he just realized what he said and he got an embarrassed look on his face. " Well goodnight."

In that instance it was almost like cupid shot an arrow straight at your mind, not your heart. Mainly because your heart was already certain about what it felt, your mind on the other hand was causing all the trouble. A warm feeling rushed over you and softly both in unison your heart and your mind began to sing.

It was then that you realized, at least for now, there wasn't really anyone else you could find yourself loving. Or at least feel the same way you do about him.

Damn it.

Sighing in defeat you watched him walk across the bat cave and slowly up the stairs. Shaking your head you watch him go and find yourself muttering under your breath.

"Looks like I'm saving all my love for you."

Fuck.

#Damian Wayne #damian wayne x y/n #Damian wayne x reader #batboys #batfam #y/n #reader #fluff #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #duke thomas #one-shot #cassandra cain #steph brown #stephanie brown #Robin #Nightwing #Red Hood #Signal #angst

[hunni-pen]

KINTOBER DAY 8: BAKUGOU/READER

Warnings: light quirk play.

Kinks: Hatefucking/rough, if yuh squint fisting

Notes: cracks my kunckles* I’ve been waiting for this one. Turning it up!

Word count: 1.3k

For the most part, your relationship with Katsuki was very good. He adored you, treated you like a goddess. He always catered to your needs, and you his, and the sex life was even better.

Up until recently. For the past two weeks you and Katsuki had been fighting nonstop. Over the smallest things! Dirty dishes, dinner, hero reports, who took all the hot water in the shower. And yea that last one insinuates that the two of you were so tense that you’d definitely argue in the shower.

Now what was causing all this tension? Well, your PR agent, yes the man who controls how the public perceives yours and Katsukis relationship, asked you on a date, in front of Katsuki. You had jokingly played along.

That was until Katsuki got butt hurt and started an argument about it. Declaring that you should fire your PR agent and hire a woman. So you responded “what do you could date her behind my back.” Way to go petty ass queen.

Of course that comment caused him to almost blow up. He had blinked at you once, then all at once snatched his pillow and left the room. So things had been on edge.

It wasn’t any better even two weeks later, the two of you had left the Friday hero meeting where you’d chosen to spite him by sitting next to Deku. The poor little guy was quaking during his report from the sheer force of Katsukis glare.

So the car ride home was very stale. But as soon as the door was closed Katsuki was already interrogating you about the whole scene. His jealousy was overbearing and so you covered your ears and walked to the bedroom.

This obviously irritated him to no end. Thus the name calling began. Finally you swing around right as he shouted, “you are acting like such a whore!”

Your jaw dropped, never in the year and a half that you had been dating the Bakugou Katsuki, he had never, never, called you a whore, at least outside of the bedroom.

“So I’m a whore now? Is that the conclusion you’ve come to? You are a nagging overbearing peace of shit! I can’t have my own life without you somewhere in it!” Your voice raised in pitch and volume surprisingly fast.

“You are so fucking insecure about yourself that you can’t even trust me! How am I supposed to be with someone like that?”

“Then we should just break up right?”

The room went dead silent and you took this time to realize how close to two of you were. Pushed up against the hallway wall, your noses almost touching. His eyes bared down on you with ferocity.

You smirked tilting your head back to rest against the wall. “You couldn’t break up with me if your life depended on it.”

Katsuki sucked in a breath and suddenly his lips were pressed hard against yours, and you kissed him back. He forced your arms against the wall your body following to fully hit the walls

He growled into the kiss, “I just want to fuck the shit out of you.”

“Are you sure you wanna fuck a whore?” You nipped his lip as he pulled away.

“Yeah, I want to fuck your brains out whore.”

He hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and he slammed you back into the wall. Lips already crashing with yours. You barely had time to respond before he was working his way down your neck.

You gasped and grabbed his hair when you felt his actual teeth hook onto your skin. You gave it a pull, your brow furrowing in pain. Yet oddly enough you wanted to squeeze your thighs together in pleasure.

“Just say you want me to fuck you,” he groaned into your neck.

You pressed a slow kiss to the shell of his ear, whispering, “please fuck me.”

He pulled your bodies off the wall, marching to the bedroom where he tossed you on the bed. You immediately scrambled to toss your shirt off and unbutton your pants. Katsuki took his time with his buttons. Letting his pants drop and yanking his shirt over his head.

He grabbed you by your ankles and yanked you to the end of the bed. “You don’t even know what’s coming to you.”

You helped him slide out of your panties and he attached his lips to your entrance. He immediately slipped his tongue inside of you before licking a stripe all the way up to your clit. Your legs shook from the pleasure you received just from that one movement .

“I’m gonna fuck your better than those losers could dream, cause I am better than them. I’ll always be better than them, and I’ll have you screaming about it.” He was glaring up at you and you couldn’t help but glare right back.

“Like hell you could,” you responded back.

His hands that gripped your sides began to heat up and small prickling pops erupted on. Your skin. You obviously struck a nerve, his nails digging into your skin as he went back to fucking you with his mouth. His nails scratched down your leg before he inserted two.

He hovered over your body, pumping his fingers in and out at a fast pace for just beginning. Watching with cruel amusement as your face contorted and your mouth fell open a moan forcing its way out.

“Look at you, practically shouting from just two fingers. Let’s see what happens when I add one more.” He inserted another one, curling them up to press against your g-spot.

“Shit,” you gasped as he pumped them in and out at a faster pace. “Katsuki, s-slow down.”

“Why? I thought you wanted to be fucked. So I’m gonna fuck you.”

“You’re just going too fast.”

“Then, we’ll slow down, but we’ll add another finger.” He pulled the three fingers all the way out and groaned as he watched your dripping cunt completely swallowing the fingers. “Oh shit baby, you’re almost at a whole fist. Let’s just add the last finger.”

You started to sit up, “n-no Katsuki, no, no, no,” he added his thumb and you suddenly squeezed around his fist. You tried to blink back your tears, moaning his name loudly.

A few slow pumps of his fist had you cumming all over his hand and he pulled out. Completely ignoring the mess he flipped you on your stomach. Shoving his cock inside you without warning and immediately fucking you into the bed.

You squealed, grabbing the sheets with all your strength. Katsuki growled and groaned behind you. While you tried your hardest not to cum again so soon. The mixing of all this pain and pleasure you were currently receiving was sending your brain into overdrive.

Drool falling down your chin, a pained whine emitting from your agape mouth as your ass received an especially hard slap smoke coming from Katsukis hands.

“Look at you, making such slutty faces. Am I fucking you well?”

“Yes,” you choked out.

“Who’s fucking you so hard huh?”

“Y-you!”

“Who is?”

“You Katsuki,” you cried, another orgasm causing you to tighten around him. He groaned loudly, not expecting the sudden tightness. Yet he kept going.

You were so overstimulated it hurt. Every thrust caused another cry to come from your mouth, till he was spilling his load completely inside you.

He pulled out and you flopped down. Rolling on your side and curling up. That actually hurt a lot. Your cervix would probably be bruised for a while unless you got hurt at work and found an excuse to get healed up by the pros.

The bed creaked and he headed to the bathroom. Surprisingly he came back with a warm wet towel. Kindly wiping you down entirely.

You sniffled as he finished, “Katsuki, we really have to make this relationship thing work.”

“I know,” he murmured, he grabbed you and pulled you close.

“But you need to put more faith in me. I only have eyes for you. It’s the truth,” you exclaimed, getting more fired up.

“I’ll work on it.”

“I’ll hold ya to that.”

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There may be a lot of errors at the end but I’m literally falling asleep.

#boku no hero academia #reader insert #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #mha x reader #writing #bnha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #mha bakugou

[ma3fiore]

Just A Black Coffee

Warning(s) ⇾ profanity, 

Pairing ⇾ kuroo x gn!reader

Genre ⇾ fluff and some angst, college au,  mini-series

WC ⇾ 3.1k

Summary ⇾ You just got out of a toxic relationship and now you need a new place to stay. Your friend just so happens to know someone who’s looking for a roommate who can help out with the rent for the apartment.

AN: @luv4sakusa​ wanted to be included in my story so bad so I put her in 😒

j.a.b.c master list || next chapter

Ch. 1: New Encounters 

It was two in the morning, you and your boyfriend were in a heated argument. You had just caught him cheating on you, but he was trying to deny it. “Why won’t you just fucking admit it!” Your throat was hurting from screaming so much. “I saw you on the couch with her and you dare to tell me that it was nothing!” Truth be told, you had known for a while now that something was going on, but you were in denial. You didn’t want to believe that your boyfriend of five years would do something like that. Yet here you are right now, confronting him. “Omg, you’re overreacting. I was just--” you cut him off “YOU WHAT? HUH? YOU TRIPPED AND YOUR TONGUE ACCIDENTALLY SLIPPED INTO HER MOUTH?” You didn’t want to start crying, yet your body said otherwise. He stared at you in silence before you stomped off to the bedroom. 

“Y/n what are you doing?” “Isn't it obvious? I’m packing my shit and breaking up with you.” You were shoving your things into your suitcase not bothering to fold any of your clothes. He scoffs, “Really? Where are you gonna go then?” “Anywhere without you seems good.” You had no clue where to go, all you knew was that you didn’t want to be near Daisho for another second. 

You zipped up your suitcase and pushed past him. He forcefully grabbed your arm causing you to turn around. “You can’t just leave me y/n,” he says almost menacingly. “I think I fucking can when I have a pretty valid reason.” You yanked your arm away from him and walked out of the apartment leaving him alone with the girl. As soon as you were out, you felt a sense of relief, but that soon went away as you realized that those five years you spent together were nothing. And your heart starts to ache even more the further you walk away. 

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You were sat on a park bench, the autumn winds nipping at your nose. You looked at your phone and the time read 2:31 am. ‘I shouldn’t have left while it was this cold’ You go to your contacts and call your best friend Abby. “Y/n?” she says in a raspy voice. “What’s wrong, why are you up right now?” You sigh before telling her everything that happened. 

“So, yea I was wondering if I could crash at your place for a bit.” “Bitch of course you can! Fuck Daisho, his bitch-ass doesn’t deserve you.” You chuckle at her string of curses. “I’ll be over soon.” “Okayyy be safe.” 

You were thankful for having a friend like Abby. You stood up from the bench and made your way over to her apartment. You needed to start finding a place for yourself soon because you didn’t want to mooch off of your friend for too long. You knew she wouldn’t mind having you stay, but you didn’t want to be too much of a burden because she lived in a pretty small space. You got on the bus that led to her address and looked up some websites for apartment listings to pass the time.

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By the time you arrived at her place, it was already 3 am. You knocked on her door waiting for her to come and open it. You wait there for a few minutes before the door slowly cracks open. “Hey hun,” she says with her eyes partially open. She invites you in and leads you to the living room to set your things down. 

“You can put your suitcase over here and there are some toiletries in the closet if you need them.” “Thanks, Abby, you’re the best.” “Of course,  you know I’d do anything for you.” “Yea I know.” “So how ya holdin’ up?” You stared at her in silence for a moment trying to recollect your thoughts. You thought you had cried it all out while you sat in the park earlier, so you were surprised when you felt tears streaming down your face. 

You didn’t want to cry over this anymore, but your emotions got the better of you. You held your head in your hands and kept sobbing, unable to stop the emotions from pouring out. Abby came over to your side and hugged you. She didn’t say anything. She just let you cry it out until you were able to compose yourself. Deep down she always had a bad feeling about Daisho ever since the day you announced you two were dating. She just didn’t want to say anything because you were so happy. To her, it felt like she was overstepping her boundaries. 

“Ok, I think I’ve cried about this enough for today.” “Well shit, I thought I was gonna have to hear you cry until class started.” You chuckled. “Oh shut up.” “I think it’s time we both go to bed, otherwise we’ll pass out from sleep deprivation in class.” She gets up and brings you some pillows and blankets. She bids you goodnight before going back to her room. You were glad she went back to her room because you didn’t want her to see you crying still. You felt bad that you called her so late so you told her to go to bed. You spent that night crying until you finally fell asleep.  

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You woke up at 7 am, eyes still sore from all the crying you did. You felt so drained, but you had to get up and get ready for your classes. Getting up from the couch, you fold the blankets and place them neatly to the side. You open your suitcase and take out your clothes and some toiletries before heading off to the bathroom. 

You saw your reflection in the mirror and were startled at the image before you. Eyes all red and puffy and hair all tangled and sticking up. ‘Yikes,’ you thought. You quickly detangle your hair and wait for the shower to heat up. 

When you get out, you quickly dry yourself off and change into a fresh pair of clothes. After getting dressed and drying your hair, you met Abby at the kitchen for breakfast. 

“You gonna be okay going to school?” she questions while grabbing two plates, placing one in front of you. You take a seat at the counter and fix yourself some of the food she prepared. “I’m not gonna let this whole break up ruin my studies alright. I just have to hold myself together during the day and break down when I get home,” you say with a strained smile. She rolls her eyes at your remark and takes the seat next to you.

“I swear if I see him I’m gonna--” you interrupt, “You’re going to walk away and not cause any drama.” She looks at you with an unamused face. “I’m serious, I don’t want any drama. I said what I said and I have no reason to talk to him anymore.” She turns back to her food before responding. “Okay fine.” You shake your head as you see the look of disappointment on her face. “I’ll be fine, promise.” 

You two finished up your food and grabbed your things for school. Both of you rushed to the train station so you wouldn’t be late for class. You were still in anguish over the events that happened, but you were trying your hardest to ignore those feelings so you could focus on your studies. You were anxious about running into him because you felt like you would start crying again if you did. You didn’t want to have a whole breakdown in school. 

You pushed all those thoughts in the back of your head as you reached the front of the school. “I have my club meeting after school so you’re gonna be going home by yourself.” “That’s fine I have my part-time job today.” You bid your goodbyes as the both of you head to your respective classes. 

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You head to the back of the classroom and take a seat. You didn’t feel like socializing with anyone at the moment. Mainly because you didn’t want anyone to notice how red your eyes were. You had tried to cover it up as best as you could but to no avail. You decided to look for more apartment listings as you wait for the professor to come to class. All the ones you found were either too expensive or looked like they would fall apart the second you walked in. Finally, the professor walks in and begins the class. 

You barely paid attention during the lecture. You were so tired from basically having zero hours of sleep and stressing out over how you were going to find a place to live. You weren’t that close with anyone in your class so you couldn’t even ask them for help. You had zoned out for the majority of the class.  The only thing that you obtained from the lecture was that you had a research paper due in the two weeks that was worth 25% of your grade. 

You feel a buzz from your phone and you look down to see what it was. 

*Message from Abby*

Abby: “Hey y/n, I just wanted to let you know my boyfriend is coming over later to hang, but don’t worry we won’t make you a third wheel :)”

Y/n: “If I walk in on both you being whores, I’ll kick you out of your apartment--”

Abby: “Whatever”

You turn your phone off and try to pay attention to the last ten minutes of the lecture. 

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School was finally over and you quickly met with Abby to tell her that you might be coming home late because you had to cover for your coworker. “Okay, just remember to be safe, you never know what sketchy ass guy is gonna be around.” “Don’t worry I know how to take care of myself. I didn’t take those self-defense classes for no reason.”  She waves goodbye as she heads over to meet with her club. 

You walked over to the convenience store where you worked that was only a couple of blocks away from your school. You liked taking the night shifts because it was usually the least busy and it meant you could do some homework. That being said, you also had your fair share of creeps and drunks. You had bought pepper spray just in case anything happens. Though you hoped that you wouldn’t have to use it. 

When you arrived, the worker there got up to leave so you could take over. You didn’t have much to do. Your main tasks consisted of restocking shelves, mopping the floors, and managing the register. When it was just you in the store it kind of felt peaceful. Sometimes you’d just observe the people who walk by and other times you’d be lost in thought. However this time, you wanted to be away from your thoughts. You tried to put on some music to drown out your thoughts. For a while, it was working until you saw your ex walking hand in hand with the girl he cheated on you with. You were enraged at the sight. How could he move on so easily, while you were still stuck on it? Were you overreacting? Were you the only one who cared about the relationship? All these negative thoughts started to flood in. You were brought back to reality when you heard the bell from the door ring, signaling that a customer was there. You quickly brush off those thoughts and greet the customer. The last hour and a half went into cleaning the floors and doing a little bit of homework.  

By the time you finished your shift, the sun had completely disappeared. Although you were confident in your self-defense skills, you would still be nervous about walking home alone. You made sure that you had your pepper spray with you before locking up. You quickly shoot Abby a text saying that you were done with work and were on your way to the apartment. 

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 Upon your arrival home, you were greeted by a very loud and energetic guy, who you assumed to be Abby’s boyfriend. You were caught off guard by his liveliness, especially since it was pretty late. “Y/n, this is Bokuto, my boyfriend.” “Bo, this my friend that I was talking to you about.” You exchanged hellos before you went to the bathroom to freshen up. 

“Y/n I just solved all your problems,” your best friend announces to you as you exit the bathroom. “Uh how exactly?” you question with one eyebrow raised. “Bo, tell her” she nudges her boyfriend. You sat down next to them on the couch waiting for his response. “So, Abby told me how you’re looking for a place and I happen to know someone who’s looking for a roommate to share the rent.” Your eyes lit up immediately. “Omg really?!” you ask in excitement. “Yup, I can--” you interrupt “I’ll take it.” Both of them were startled by your immediate acceptance. 

“Damn y/n, you hate me that much.” You roll your eyes at her remark. “You know that’s not the reason why I wanna leave.” You turn back to Bokuto to ask who this person is just to make sure it wasn’t some sketchy weirdo. “He’s a friend of mine from high school, he goes to the same college as us. He’s a marketing major.” “Okay, he seems fine.” “Yea, I’ll tell him that you’re interested, and I can set up a time for you guys to get acquainted.” You were kind of excited to meet your potential new roommate. You just hoped that he wasn’t going to be an asshole like your ex. “Thanks so much, Bokuto.” “No problem y/n” he flashes a friendly smile. 

After a few hours of hanging out with each other, Bokuto had to go. Before leaving he gave you the address of the apartment, Kuroo’s contact information, and his own. He said he would tell you when Kuroo would be able to meet with you. “Aren’t you glad to have such an amazing friend like me?” she asks smugly. “Uhh if I’m not mistaken it was Bokuto who knows Kuroo not you.” you tease. “Okay, but who was the one who introduced you to him? Me exactly.” The both of you started laughing. “Ok, but seriously thank you for doing this. I’ll treat you to ramen sometime.” “You better.” 

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A week has passed since that day, and Bokuto finally texted you saying that Kuroo was able to meet. You were waiting in anticipation. You were hoping that he didn’t already find someone else during that week of waiting. A wave of relief washed over you when you received Bokuto’s message with the details for the meeting. “So when are you seeing him?” she asks from the kitchen. “Today at 4.” You had about an hour to get ready. “Are you nervous?” “Yes and no,” you respond. “I just hope he doesn’t reject me,” you say while trying to pick out an outfit. “Bo said that he’d be fine with anyone as long as they’re able to pay the other half.” “Do you know anything about him?” you inquire hoping to get a little more information before meeting him. “The only thing Bo has told me is that they’ve known each other since high school and were rival teams for volleyball. Other than that, I’m as clueless as you.” You give her a slight nod. 

You finally picked out your outfit and went to go change. “Does this look okay?” She turns around to see what you had on. “Yea you look great.” You go back into the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror one more time. “ARE YOU SURE?” you yell. “YES STOP WORRYING, YOU LOOK FINE!” she yells back. You leave the bathroom to grab your bag and head to the cafe. “Wish me luck,” you sigh. “Relax, it’s not a life or death situation,” she jokes. You wave goodbye and head over to the cafe, hoping that you wouldn’t arrive late.

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You walk into the cafe scanning the area to see if he was there. You didn’t even know what he looked like so there was no point in trying to look. You feel a buzz from your pocket. You take your phone out to see a message from Kuroo.

Kuroo Tetsurō: “By the window.”

You look up to see a guy with spiky hair sitting by the window looking at you. You could feel his gaze piercing through you. Your heart started to race. You walked over hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous you were. “Hey gorgeous,” he says with a smirk. “What’s your name?” His forwardness caught you off guard. “Uh I’m y/n,” you say as you took the seat across from him. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asks. “A black coffee is fine.” He gets up to order the drinks. As he gets up, you catch yourself admiring his looks but you quickly brush it off, especially when he’s going to be your future roommate. Besides you just got out of a relationship. Just as you brushed it off, he comes back with the drinks. 

“So why do you wanna be my roommate?” he asks you and you reply with “I just really need a place to live right now, I promise I’ll be a good roommate, and make sure to give the payments on time.” “Whoa whoa whoa there, I just asked for a reason not a whole life story,” he says in a teasing manner. You sit there, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry didn’t mean to embarrass you, sweetheart.” Little did he know that it made you feel even more flustered. “Uhmm it’s fine,” you reply. Trying to ease the conversation from what just happened, you say in a cocky manner, “So do you want me or not?” Causing a chuckle to escape his lips. 

“This is going to be interesting.”

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[cal-a-bungaa]

Both of you are dismissive and rude, and just because the word sex is used doesn’t mean that’s exactly what she meant. Sex actually has a lot of definitions. I just find it laughable you don’t see how you guys are literally the mean girls of gvf tumblr lol. Kenzie literally doesn’t need to watch what she posts. She’s allowed to have opinions. She hasn’t posted anything problematic, she let it slip that Danny was in the studio once. The boys aren’t fucking kardashians, they don’t give a shit about “being cancelled” for something that a gf said. I’m sure Kenzie has certain things she’s not allowed to talk about and obviously Danny watches her stories, if she was posting something she’s not supposed to she’d be told. You guys get so involved in the drama and the rumors, there’s no fun on your blog. All I ever see is Sam thirsting and you 2 literally making fun of josh and it’s not funny. I don’t care if it’s a joke or light hearted, some of the things you guys say would be terribly hurtful even if said by a close friend and you 2 are strangers. It’s weird and wrong. Just bc Kenzie happens to be dating Danny doesn’t mean she has to filter everything she posts. She wasn’t mentioning sex with kids, she was talking being children being interested in others and how parents freak out over it. My point from before was that sex isn’t a bad word. Children should know what it means and how to stay safe. She literally said quote “interested in sex” which, if you aren’t weird af, you think “hm. Yea. Children aren’t capable of sexual attraction so she must mean general attraction” which is innocent. Neither of you ever listen to anything anyone else has to say unless it aligns with your opinion and if it doesn’t you trash them. It’s not cute and when people try to tell you, you’re mean. I for one didn’t even start with my first anon being hateful. I was trying to explain to your friend what Kenzie meant and they got rude af. It’s not my fault she took it wrong. I was just trying to be informative and give a separate perspective on the story. But no. They apparently aren’t capable of seeing those. I was trying extremely hard to be nice here, but the honest truth is that you two need to learn to take criticisms and not throw a fit afterwards. But you’ll probably get mad at this too, when I’m simply pointing out how your behavior is hurtful. I was never trying to attack your friend but some people need to be told when they’re wrong.

I’m not trying to get mad, but you were or at least I took it as you being passive aggressive especially in the last post.

You’re right. Everyone has an opinion and is entitled to it. We see it one way and you see it another. She doesn’t HAVE to filter what she posts, but she should because it does backlash onto her and danny sometimes like with the whole covid thing. I tried my hardest not to say anything too much about the drama this time, just that if you disagreed then go away because my opinion is mine and I didn’t need people coming to tell me I was wrong or something. It was a little child coming home with a valentine from school and the dad being heartfelt about his kid growing up… it really didn’t have to have sex brought up that’s what I’m saying. It just didn’t need to be mentioned, it wasn’t apart of the video at all. With the whole mean girls thing, anons initiate a lot of shit first because we post something they don’t agree with, and keep going until we hit a breaking point. And admittedly, there are some things that can be interpreted wrong in terms of tone and wording and such because were basically texting each other on here. I’m not trying to be this big ole bitch on here, but I’ve been pushed into being so a lot of the time. I do apologize for being terribly rude to you when all you were trying to do was explain your side of things and try to get us to see a different view of the situation, but again, opinions are opinions, we all have them and you don’t have to agree with every one of them.

#my asks

[northcarolinanative]

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞

Requested by @maybebanks : K so y/n and jj have a little thing going as pogues and they always flirt, one day when they want to take their relationship to the next level and they are drunk, they are about to hook up and jj takes off her shirt, he sees loads of bruises and asks her how because he’s protective. She gets really defensive and denies anything. The next day at John b’s house y/n brings it up because he is really worried. Y/n lies again but jj has never looked more worried. They side with him and y/n storms away, she gets abused at home. The pogues corner her and force her to tell the truth, she does and they all hug?

A/N: I am sooo sorry that this took so long. I really wanted to do it justice and did not want to romanticize abuse in any way shape or form, because I see that too often. If you are going through anything like this at all or feel like the character, please, please, please, reach out to someone you feel that you can trust. The first step is the hardest, but in the long run will help so much. 

TW: Mentions of Abuse, Angst 

John B, Kie, and Pope all sat in the lounging beach chair that encircled the fire that we all had built behind the Chateau. I walked out carrying the next round of beer, but this time just bringing the whole case, pouring them into the ice cooler. I grabbed myself one, tossing one across the way to Kie. I stood up opening my own. 

“Mind bringing me, one princess” JJ called from the Hammock. I grabbed a second can from the cooler walking over before flicking water from my hands on to JJ. “That so not cool” 

I sat down on the opposite side of the Hammock. “If we’re getting wet now…” JJ said in a soft quiet voice, followed by a chuckle. His comment caused my cheeks to blush as I shot glare his way before looking around to see if any of the other pogues had heard his comment. JJ and I were in a weird place. We flirted like middle schoolers, one of us always going at it with the other and vice versa. I wondered how the other pogues could breathe with the amount of tension between the two of us sometimes. I was not in the place for a relationship of any kind. My parents liked to remind me of that often, that if I did not change how I acted or looked that boys wouldn’t take an interest in me. They were right, I had a lot of personal work to do. JJ flirts with everyone though, so I don’t take it too seriously. 

The night was filled with drinking games, chugging contests, and other events that lead to our very intoxicated state. Everyone was slumped over and slightly slurring their words. “Never have I ever…” John B looked up at the sky, trying to think. “Had sex outside, under the stars” Everyone was still. JJ slowly lifted the beer can and took a sip. 

“You kinky little bitch” Kie laughed along with the rest of us. I looked up at the stars, they felt like everything was rotating around me. I am the center of the universe. I am drunk. 

“Your turn Kie,” Pope told her. 

Reading the group she said “Never have I ever wanted to go to sleep right now” 

The group laughed in unison and we all began to sit up and gather things. JJ leaned over to where I was, now, sitting up in the hammock we were sharing. “I’m gonna stay out here, watch the fire die down, stay with me?” I nodded. 

“Of course. Don’t want our baby to get scared out here in the dark.” I laughed. The other three started their way back to the house, turning around and realizing that we had not followed. 

“Y’all coming inside or?” John B called 

“Gonna head in after the fire dies down dude” JJ called back. They all waved and JJ and I watched them go inside. Moments after the door shut JJ pulled me down into him. I flinched a little as he pulled me toward him, his hand directly on a bruise on my lower back. I quickly tried to play it off as a yawn, I thought he didn’t notice, but he did. 

His breath was warm on my skin before I felt his lips brush against mine. I was shocked at first. I was not sure where this came from. I moved back and kissed him back moving my hands into his hair. What was he doing? Hell, what was I doing? 

He pulled away and moved his lips to my neck briefly. “Why don’t we add having sex outside to your ‘never have I ever’ list?” JJ breathed into my ear making me giggle. We were still spinning and I went back to kissing him. It was spark after spark his hand found their way to my shirt slowly pushing it up and off behind me in the hammock. JJ slowly started kissing down my chest, slowly sucking on the skin. He let his eyes travel down. Then he saw it. His heart stopped and he sobered up quickly, His mind moving fast. 

“JJ?” I looked at him. “Why’d you-” I followed his eyes down to where he was looking. I saw the bruises on both of my sides, being illuminated by the dying fire. 

“Y/N?” JJ backed away a little looking back down. My buzz was still there but I was sobering up quickly. I tried to keep my hands from shaking. As they were still rested on JJ’s shoulders, I did not want to give myself away. The bruises had come from my father, he was not the best, he provided the things I needed, but if I did not do as he expected, that is how he relayed the message. This time it was because you had stayed out with the pogues too long. John B’s van had broken down, meaning you had a long wait to get home, and that was unacceptable.

“Who did this to you?” I felt JJ tense up as he asked the question. I felt bad for the lie that I was about to tell him, but he has his own problems to worry about, with his dad. I did not need the others worrying about me either. 

“JJ no one did this to me.” I laughed slightly, it didn’t sound convincing, but I hoped that it was enough for JJ. “I feel cleaning the boat the other day, it was a nasty fall, between the boat and the dock.” I looked at him trying to read his expression. He didn’t say anything just kept looking between my eyes and the bruises. “The fire is pretty much dead, let’s just go to bed” I stood up and grabbed my shirt turning to face away from him, I began to put my shirt on, and that’s when he saw the healing bruise on your back. He knew I had lied to him. 

“Y/N, where did the bruise on your back come from then?” JJ asked. I had completely forgotten about that one. 

“JJ you know I’m clumsy!” I fired back, my tone becoming defensive. JJ got up from the hammock.

“You know you can talk to me, about anything? 

“Just drop it okay? Nothings wrong, nothings going on, I’m fine!” I said, turning back toward the house. I walked inside to find Kie passed out on the left side of the pullout. I pulled the covers back and slipped into the right side. 

“Everything alright?” Kie mumbled sleepily. “I thought I heard you and JJ bickering?” 

“Haha nothing serious, Dude thinks he’s a better surfer than me.” Another lie. I hated it, but I didn’t want anyone to worry about me, I was fine. Kie nodded and rolled back over. I settled down in bed before I fell asleep. I heard JJ enter the back porch and rustle around some cans, I guessed he was sleeping on the couch out there tonight.  

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JJ was woken up by John B moving about in the back yard cleaning up from the night before. He rubbed his eyes and stretched out a bit, the back couch was probably the least comfortable of the options in the house. He walked back out to John B, sitting in one of the chairs. He ran a hand through his hair, staring out over the water. “Everything okay JJ?”John B said, pulling JJ out of his thoughts. 

“Yea” He breathed. “Well not really, no,” he said standing up to help John B pick up the trash. 

“I heard you and Y/N out here last night, what was that about?” He questioned. 

“Dude I don’t know, but I’m worried.” He said John B looked at him confused. “We were…” JJ coughed and cleared his throat “Anyway, she had bruises, all over her stomach and her back. When I asked about it she said that they came from falling off the boat because she was clumsy” 

“Okay?” John B questioned, he did not want to believe what JJ was getting at. “Maybe she was telling the truth.” He asked

“No,” JJ said quickly. “You weren’t there, They were bad, some were healing already, it was not just like fall, They were bad John B.” He began to pace around the small circle. “Some’s hurting her JB. I have to figure out who it is, get her away from them.” He started to get angry, throwing the empty beer can harshing onto the ground. He thought about how sweet I was to him when he would come to after a bad run-in with his dad, or how I patch up all the boys after they got in it with one of the kooks, or even when I was there, letting Kie cry on your shoulder after her parents getting angry with her for not choosing the kook life. “She doesn’t deserve this” 

John B and JJ headed inside to find Pope scrounging through the food in the pantry, and Kie sitting up on her elbows. She exhaled smoke, but put a finger to her lips, pointing at me, still sleeping. JJ looked at me, his eyes soft, causing Kie and Pope to exchange a confused glance with one another. John B patted JJ’s shoulder “Lets help Pope make some grub, yea?” He said trying to pull JJ out of his thoughts.

I woke up to the sight of everyone in the kitchen laughing. I sat up looking at my friends. “Y’all started the fun without me?” I joked. I leaned against the headboard, pulling my knees up to my chest just to watch the four try and cook. This did not happen often, so I might as well savor it. 

“Look who’s finally up! Sleeping beauty!” Kie laughed. 

“Haha” I said rolling my eyes.”After last weeks party you were dead to the world till the next night” She glared at me playfully before laughing

“That is only half true” 

JJ began making his way beside me. The events of last night, the moments between the two of us. If the fire had only been slightly dimmer ,I would be experiencing something completely different, awkward feeling. He sat on the bed next to me, pulling me in closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Pope and Kie looked at John B who just shrugged his shoulders and continued cracking eggs. The other pogues continued their work with breakfast. 

“I’m worried about you” JJ spoke softly, so only you could hear him. I quickly glanced over at the other busy pogues, before looking at JJ. His eyes were dark, he looked tired, and the worry looked evident on his face. 

“JJ, look” I whispered, running a hand through my hair and letting out a deep breath. “I told you I’m clumsy.” I looked him in the eye, but quickly looked down. “You have nothing to worry about.” 

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. This caught the attention of the other pogues. “Look me in the eye and tell me. Look me in the eye and tell me not to worry.” JJ said in a normal voice. Everyone was looking at us now. My face turned red and tears started to form in my eyes. Everyone was looking at me. I had lied to all of them. I froze looking between JJ and the group. 

“Tell him not to worry about what Y/N” Pope spoke slowly. 

“Nothing! Do not worry about me!” I said firmly. I got up quickly feeling the hot tears begin to fall down my face as I quickly walked out the back door of the Chateau. I walked into the yard seeing the hammock that JJ and I had laid in the night before and I stopped. 

“Y/N! Wait” I heard JJ yell and he came up behind me. He followed my eyes to the hammock. “I know what I saw Y/N. I just want to help” 

I felt the sobs trying to fight their way out. I did not want to lie to my friends anymore. I did not want them to see me differently, how I see myself, but especially how my parents see me. JJ noticed me crying. “You can trust us Y/N” 

“You wanna know where the bruises came from JJ?” I breathed out, a breath I realized I was holding in.  “My parents JJ, that’s who. I’m not the daughter they expected okay?” I finally felt the sobs leaving my throat as I fell to my knees crying. I held my face in my hands. JJ was quick to run beside me rubbing my back. 

“Oh Princess. You don’t deserve this. Believe me you do not deserve this.” He felt a tear of his own leave his eye before quickly wiping it away. The others were standing on the porch. When I calmed down, my breathing had started to even out, JJ asked if I wanted to go back inside to join the others, who left to give us some privacy. 

When we walked in Kie was the first to practically tackle me in a hug, then JJ, John B, and finally Pope. I felt loved in that moment, like I always did when I was surrounded by the pogues. When they all pulled away Kie put both hands on either of my shoulders. “Never hesitate to reach out to one of us for help, or even to talk, we’re here for you, just as much as you are here for us, ok?” 

“Ok.” I sigh before pulling her back into a hug. She walked back into the kitchen. JJ pulled on my arm, sitting me down next to him. He wrapped his hand in mine, before placing a kick kiss to it. 

“I didn't mean to pry like that. I just want you to be safe Y/N” I leaned my head on his shoulder. 

“I know J. I'm sorry for lying to you. In a weird way, it feels better to have it out there.”

“We’re gonna help you get to a better place” He spoke softly before placing a kiss to my forehead.

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[lesbiangummybearmafia]

How is it once you've been slotted in as "fuck up, bad guy, screw up, trouble maker, black sheep" in a part of your family even when that's their perception of you and not the truth. No matter how hard I try to fix things, to change their perception to see the real person I am. As soon as I make one ill written post one facebook that was meant to be a postive thing. But I inadvertently forgot to add someone in the post, I'm once rendered back to screw up status? Most likely not be invited to Christmas for another decade plus. It was truly a mental mistake on my part.

So this the story; I needed up spend 2 days with my niece and her daughters (Christmas and the day after). So my post on facebook was just saying that I had a wonderful time spending time with them. Well I forgot to add my niece's son in that post 😔. He lives with his dad and had been there on Christmas day only, he's also an adult. When I wrote the post i wasn't leaving him out on purpose. Just my brain being my brain wanted to let my niece know I appreciated the time I got to spend at her house with her and her daughters. As you might guess we don't have the best relationship in the world.

So after I posted it to facebook I take a nap. Got up just a little bit ago to see there's a comment on that post from my niece's son (fyi we're not friends on facebook) Basically saying that anytime I spent with him meant nothing... See here I was completely confused. On a vid of Christmas I posted on facebook I say how great it was seeing everyone. But I couldn't tag him in we're not friends. Truth be told I tried to friend him, he never friended me so yea I let go. But he would seen it on his mom's which is how I'm figuring he seen the one in question now. See when he left on Christmas day to go home he didn't say good bye to me or anything, we're not close unfortunately. So I stupidly thought somewhere in my brain that my presents didn't really matter to him. I'm a full on adult, he's 19 so I don't take it personal I figured it just the way it is, even if it sucks. But I never thought in a million years he'd get upset about the post thanking his mom and sisters... So I did what I could I apologized to him because I truly didn't mean to hurt him. And put up a post especially just for him as a way of acknowledging him and also apologizing in a larger way. Tagged his mom in it so he will hopefully see it. Because I never meant to make him feel that way. My favorite moment of the two days I was down there was playing this fun card game called Exploding Kittens with him and his sisters on Christmas.

And perhaps this is selfish but my overall fear here is it any progress I made over the last two days with them is just going to get chucked out the window cuz once again I screwed up, I put my foot in my mouth not even realizing it in anyway completely was blindsided. I'm just left with egg on my face like good job you idiot. When I've been diligently trying not to cause waves. See that portion of the family has issues about a lot of things about me mostly their conservative and I'm a liberal is the easiest way to sum it up. With first agent Orange's bullshit for 4 years and now Covid well it's not been easy. So when my niece invited me to Christmas, which has not happened in more years than I can remember I was super excited. Because being alone on Christmas is truly one of the hardest things to deal with. Now I feel like just fucked up trying to say thank you and I had a great time to my niece and her daughters. Seems like I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't 😥.

Anyway now I'm just anxious and disheartened! Wishing I could go back in time and fix that post!

#family issues #im a dumbass #need a time machine #oh being the black sheep #Christmas #damned if you do damned if you don't #conservatives vs liberals #this sucks #i don't like this ride can i get off

[junnibook]

Okay the second one is for shigaraki " I did you a favor, now pay up and I don't want your money"

•~Shigaraki Tomura. One liner ~•

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You shouldn’t have went to him for help for help. but what else where you going to do. your ex has been tormenting you for week, saying they would kill you and your family if you didn’t go back out with them. you can’t go back out with them, you just can’t. not after you worked so hard to leave them behind. you was doing the right thing.

right?

if you left them to live so freely who knew what would happen.in a way your like a hero. at least you tell your self that. your mind raced with every possibility, what if the man you hired couldn’t get the job done, he was to happy to get the request from you after all. What if they knew each other , family even and now they both wanted you dead. your heart dropped  knowing you had to go back and see him today, as he said to come back in two days. maybe you should wait three, but wouldn’t that make you look suspicious.

you didn’t know what to do, well you did, you just didn’t want to do it. you shook your head that’s it you needed to go, the guy you hired will come for you if you don’t. you walked with heavy feet, it was like walking with 200 pounds on both ankles.   

some how you ended up in front of the place he told you to meet him. An abandoned building, some of the windows were broken but the front door was still intact. the neighborhood all together looked sketchy, there wasn’t a single person out side. did people even live here. you eyed the door not wanting to go fully in. 

“stop being scared and just walk in, just give him the money and leave that’s all that’s it” you tried to calm yourself down, it clearly didn’t work. you checked your self. your school bag on with the money in it along with your class stuff, you had to go to your classes after this and you can’t be late for it. 

you stepped forward, palms sweaty, heart racing , mind flooded. you opened the door peaking your head in trying to see if he’s on the first floor. “h-hello?” your voice shook as you walked in keeping the door open just in case. you stepped in, jumping all to hard when the door slammed on its own. you didn’t think to much about, since you opened it from the outside it has to open again from the inside. 

The room was dusty with couches that has dust and plastic all over them. “ hello?!” you called out again, thinking you walked into the wrong building “ come up the stairs” his voice called out, the sound of it alone made you, but you did as told either way, slowly walking up the stairs, each step held regret, you tried so hard to push it down and forget about the horrible things you did. But when you seen him standing there, his hood down and a hand hover his face, you knew,

you fucked up. 

Your breath hitched, you covered your mouth finally realizing that you basically killed someone. “oh god “ you felt sick to your stomach, you had to do it, there wasn’t any other option hero’s wasn’t stopping him, no one believed you when you asked, you had no other choice. you couldn’t just run away, you had no other choice. 

“I did you a favor now pay up,” he started , you pushed down your feelings and got your bag digging into it taking out an little plastic bag with the money clearly in there “ And i don’t want your money” it took you a while too actually process what he was telling you, but when you did. you looked up at him, his head was tilted but face still covered all together. “what?” you were clearly taken back. 

“ what do you mean? WE agreed on the price WE agreed on the money!” you yelled at him, your voice shaking as you took a step back nearly falling over, you looked at him. “ wrong, all you did is talk and i said okay, never did i say that i’d take your money” you looked down, trying your hardest to remember the situation. “ not true, they person who told me about you said that you’d take the money” your body shook. “ that was just a clone i had got made to bring you here” your eyes snapped up to him not believing what you were hearing. 

“no payment y/n, you did get a person killed after all, it’s time you pay up” he’s right you did get a person killed, one that had a family and all. “what do you want” you looked down ashamed that you did all this. he stepped forward “ simple really i want your body” you gasped “ my body?! you can’t ..i mean i’m saving my self” you lied maybe you can get out of this one. “yea fucking right, the guy told me how much he hit it on his death bed, made me want to fuck you too”

you shook your head “you can’t” that’s all you had to say, maybe if you offered more money he would take it. “ im getting tired of you saying i can’t when i clearly can, you are repaying me for killing your little boy friend” your heart at the word, killing. you did this and now you have to repay him. he won’t take the money. it’s not like your a virgin so it won’t hurt so much. maybe he just wants to see your body that’s it. 

“ it seems like you wanted me to look at  your body, who comes to see their hit man in a mini skirt” he reached his hand out pulling you over to him. pinkies out of course he isn’t trying to hurt you just yet. his hand felt dry and rough. but you didn’t stop him, you let him pull you in. he reached to remove the hand from his face, revealing a rather dry yet handsome man. his red pulls stared into yours, he had a beauty mark on his face, if he wasn’t so dusty he’d be a beautiful. 

he wasted no time, none at all. to pull you into a kiss. his lips was dry but thankfully yours wasn’t and you gave him some moisture to make them feel at least some what soft. For a killer he knew how to kiss, his tongue explore your mouth his right hand pulling you closer. he fully grabbed your shirt, turning it into dust, making you shiver. he moved back watching your chest as if it his first time seeing some. 

which made you blush and hide them, you wish it was dark so no one could see each other here. he ran his rough fingers on top of your breast, going to grab the bra strap making the bra turn into dust falling to your feet. he liked the way your tits juggled when the where no longer covered.  

“ that’s all right?” a stupid question to ask really, you knew he wasn’t done “ now why would i be done, i didn’t even get what a wanted” he sat on the couch. opening his legs wanting you to sit between them. you couldn’t help but eye the tent forming in his pants. you slowly moved there on  your knees looking up at him. 

you looked so innocent 

to him at least, he wanted to change that innocent look into a slutty one, have you begging for him. “ take it out and suck it, oh and if you bite me i won’t hesitate to turn you into dust. his words help nothing but the truth. you bit your lip taking it out shocked at the size. you didn’t think he’s be big, but he was. Bigger than your ex, you stared at it trying to figure out how you was going to possibly fit that anywhere in you. “ don’t just stare at it like an idiot” 

you swallowed hard , sticking your tongue out to lick the tip feeling his body shiver at the sudden contact. he liked the way your tongue slid up and down him, but he was getting tired of just licking. he took the back of your head minus his pinkie and shoved your head down on him all the way until he got to the back of your neck, groaning at how his tip felt pressing you. you quickly relaxed your throat breathing out your nose, taking him in with a few gags. he loved to hear you choke on him, it lets him know that he’s big enough to make you choke. 

he thrusted into your throat while slamming you down on him, being rough with you was just a plus, strangely you wasn’t fully complaining. you hated yourself for being  so turned on while choking on a killers dick. the sound of wet slurping was heard threw the room along with his rough cursing. you moved your tongue around him lifting your head to play with his tip, taking him back in, what ever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you rubbed with you hand. he loved how your hand pressed on his balls.

you felt him twitch inside you, you quickly moved your head back but not fast enough since he shot his load on your face. you looked up at him, your tongue collected just a little of his cum, turning him on when you didn’t 100 percent mean too.  it was heated and tasted salty.

he lifted you up on him with ease. “w-wait i thought you were done” he chuckled shortly, “ take a look , do i look done to you?” you looked seeing him still fully standing. his left hand went under your skirt grabbing your panties turning them into ash. you shivered at the cool air that hit your wet cunny. “ your such a slut y/n getting wet just by sucking a villains dick” he shoved two fingers in. “ huh i see why, you must’ve never had a dick this size so close to you before, since your all tight” he moved his fingers slowly going you your tits sucking on them, his teeth biting down lightly on your nipple, he switched tits while working his fingers into you cunny faster. 

he pulled them out, placing himself at your entrance, ��� please don’t i-it, won’t fit” you whined feeling his tip push in, he didn’t care about the whines you did, he pushed himself in groaning louder as you taken him in fully, he didn’t give you any time to adjust to him, he just moved into you bouncing you above him. you couldn’t hold back, who could when someone of his size was stretching your soft walls and hitting every single soft spot you had with ease. “you like this huh, just a minute ago you didn’t want this now look at you, riding me” you looked down, he wasn’t moving any more it was all you doing that. you didn’t want to stop. 

you wanted to call his name out but you didn’t know it so you just moaned listening to his soft grunts. his fingers went down to tweak your little clit. feeling your inside flutter around him, he knew you was coming and was right, you moaned loudly cuming on him, soaking his dick up with your juices.

he wasn’t done, after all he didn’t cum. he held your still by holding his arms around you, he was thrusting in with all he had, the couch squeaked and the floors creaked. he groaned deeply with every harsh thrust he gave your sensitive cunny. he wasn’t going to stop though he loved feeling you tighten around him the most. his dick twitched “ please no please not inside” your breathlessly pleaded but they fell on deaf ears when he held your hips down pinkies out cuming deeply into you. you teared up feeling his hot seed fill you. he leaned his head on your shoulder. “ fuck” he pulled out letting his seed spill from you and onto the floor. “did i repay you fully” you asked, he looked into your eyes. “ i think you have more you need to pay off” ...

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would it be wrong if i say that i actually like shiggy dusty self? Anyways happy thanks giving and thanks for the 100 followers

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4 + 7 for diego, please? 🖤

I hope it’s okay that I put a couple of requests together for this!

““I promised myself that I wouldn’t let you get hurt” w diego pls“ + “4 and 7 for deigo? angsty angst” + “4 w Diego pls” + ““Talk to me, you can’t take on all of this alone” w Diego yea 😉 thx doll”

4 - “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you get hurt”

7 - “Loving me is a death sentence”

9 - “Talk to me, you can’t take on all of this alone”

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“I was wondering when you’d be getting back.”

Instinctively, Diego drew a knife, but he was immediately thankful that he decided to look before he actually threw it at the intruder in his home.

“Y/N?” He asked in shock.

“Hi,” the woman gave a grunt of pain as she attempted to push herself up from the armchair in the corner of his room but Diego rushed forwards.

“Hey - stay down. Don’t get up,” he ordered, his hands pressing gently on her shoulders.

“I’m fine,” Y/N insisted.

“Evidently not - how did you even get here?” Diego asked, staring at her in shock.

“Your brother gave me a lift, since you didn’t come and get me like you said you would,” there wasn’t anger in her voice, just mild concern and even a hint of amusement.

“Which brother?”

“Luther - well, Klaus offered, but he doesn’t have a car so…” Y/N trailed off, shrugging a little and grimacing in pain from the action. “By the way - were you planning on telling me that you weren’t going to pick me up or was I just meant to guess?”

“I’m sorry. Something came up.” Diego’s words were stiff and he moved away from Y/N once he had determined that she hadn’t torn any of her stitches and that she really was okay. He turned his back on her, refusing to look back at her.

“Is this the ‘something’ that meant you didn’t come to the hospital for the past three days? Not to sound self obsessed or bitter or anything, but I would’ve thought that you’d’ve kept your word about visiting me - you know, since I am your girlfriend,” it was definitely anger this time. “Or… am I not your girlfriend anymore?” She asked when Diego didn’t reply and finally it was sadness.

Diego gripped a little tighter onto the knife that he had been putting away, trying his hardest to ignore the surge of guilt and longing that filled him.

“It’s for the best.”

A pregnant pause filled the room following his words.

“So that’s it?” 

There was no denying how Y/N’s voice cracked and Diego had to physically grip onto the table in front of him to stop himself from rushing back over to her.

“Yes,” he sounded hoarse, his mouth was dry and he swallowed hard. “That’s it.”

He could hear the tell tale sniffles of crying and closed his eyes tight shut, determined to keep his resolve.

“Did I do something?”

It was that single question that pushed Diego over the edge as he felt his heart crack and he had no choice but to turn around and stare at her.

“No. It’s not you, Princessa, of course it’s not you,” he hated the tears running down her face and he hated even more the knowledge that he caused them.

“Then why?” There was a miniscule moment on Diego’s part as he considered whether or not to tell her the truth. “Diego, please. Talk to me, you can’t take on all of this alone.”

“Everyone I love gets hurt,” he whimpered, barely aware of the words as he spoke them. “My last girlfriend died, Y/N, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t let you get hurt. But don’t you see? Loving me is a death sentence.”

“Diego, that’s not true,” she reached for him but hissed in pain from the movement and Diego didn’t even try to resist the temptation, instead he moved to her side.

“Don’t m-move, it’ll only make it hurt m-more,” he said, desperate to regain control over his tears.

Y/N reached up, cupping his face with her hands and brushing his tears with her thumbs.

“Sweetheart, just breathe, okay?” Y/N said, staring intently into his eyes. “I need you to breathe for me, yeah? In and out, just like that,” she coached and Diego did his best to follow her instructions, gasping for air.

“I’m s-s-s-sorry,” he said at last, shutting his eyes tightly.

“It’s not your fault,” Y/N soothed. “I’m okay, Diego. I promise.”

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[missperfectlyfine13]

A Bandaid For Your Bullet Hole (8/?)

Read Below or on AO3

For the next couple days, Chloe floats through life lightly, happily. Blissfully content with the fact that Beca is going to break up with Jesse…sometime. There’s a nagging doubt in the back of her head, that crawls up like bile into the back of her throat every now and then. She’s choosing to look at the positive though. Beca will be hers soon. Beca is choosing her.

After the third day since their conversation, she starts to get antsy again. It’s only been three days though. Maybe Beca hasn’t had a chance to see him yet? She doesn’t know his schedule, she does know Beca’s though, and she’s had ample opportunity to take the leap. She chooses to stay blissfully unaware of the situation.

When it hits the week mark, Chloe finally is realizing that Beca might not actually do it. She has a hard time understanding why, when a week ago they sat on Beca’s bed, confessing that they both still have feelings for each other. Beca told her that she wanted to break up with Jesse. They almost kissed…again. So to say she’s a little confused would be an understatement. She has noticed that there’s been something a little off about Beca for the past couple weeks. There’s something wrong, something that she’s not telling Chloe.

She knows she’s pulling a cheap card by doing it this way, but it’s the only way she can think to get Beca alone for a few minutes, “Beca?” she calls out into the auditorium during Bella’s rehearsal.

Beca’s head snaps up from the conversation she was holding with Fat Amy.

“Can you stay after for a few minutes, I need to speak with you?” Chloe says it as professionally as she can, she doesn’t want to raise any suspicion amongst the girls that this is for something more personal.

“OOO, someone’s in trouble,” Amy immediately taunts and Beca’s face turns red.

“Shut up Amy,” the brunette quips before meeting Chloe’s eyes and responding, “yea, I can stay.”

Aubrey gives Chloe a suspicious side eye, obviously she’s the only Bella who knows what’s going on between the two. She wants this conversation to take place almost as much as Chloe does, “that was bold.”

“She’s still avoiding me,” Chloe explains herself quietly as she watches the girls fumble through their tired choreography for the 20th time today, “I had to.”

“I just hope she’s finally honest with you,” Aubrey says almost solemnly, “you need to move on.”

Chloe didn’t want to think it, but she’s right. She does need to move on if this “thing” she has with Beca isn’t going anywhere.

“You know, that little hobbit has done nothing but cause trouble since she showed up,” Aubrey huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, “she’s constantly trying to undermine me in practice and competitions and now she’s stringing you along like a sad, leashed puppy.”

Chloe tries her hardest not to say something she’ll regret to the blonde standing next to her, but there’s a hair of truth to what she’s saying , it does feel like she’s stringing her along, but Chloe finds herself standing up for the freshman anyways, “Don’t Bree. Beca has been SO good to me this year, she’s been there for me through it all.”

Aubrey spins to look at Chloe, and Chloe carefully meets her gaze.

She looks hurt and it makes Chloe instantly regret her words, “I would have been there for you if you let me. You chose her over and over again Chloe. You didn’t give me a chance to be there for you.”

“You’ve been out of your mind this year Aubrey!” Chloe does snap at that one, “You’re so obsessed with winning that I barely recognize you most days! Excuse me for thinking you wouldn’t be available.”

Chloe may have said it a little louder than she had intended, the two best friends have garnered the attention of all the girls, who are all standing with their mouths hanging open at the little display.

Aubrey brings a hand for her forehead, rubbing her temples vigorously, “Practice is over. Don’t expect me to give you another free pass like this,” she waves her hand dismissively at the girls, who are already starting to file out. Except for Beca.

Beca approaches the two older girls carefully, like she’s not sure if there will be a repeat explosion, “I know this is probably none of my business…”

Aubrey gives Beca a sharp look, “Actually Beca, this is your problem. You two need to fix your shit.”

The blonde grabs her bag and starts heading for the door.

“Wait Bree,” Chloe puts out a hand to stop her.

“We’ll talk later,” Aubrey doesn’t even stop for a second, she’s already halfway to the door.

Chloe’s eyes finally meet Beca’s. The younger girl looks confused, but at the same time, completely aware of what the problem is.

“I owe you an explanation,” Beca says softly.

Chloe shakes her head, “I can’t do this anymore Beca. I don’t need an explanation. When you are serious about this, come and find me, but don’t expect me to wait around for you.”

Now it’s Chloe’s turn to grab her things and leave. She can already feel hot tears stinging her eyes. That wasn’t what she was planning to say, but her little blow out with Aubrey changed her plan entirely. Chloe wants to be patient and kind and talk to Beca to figure out where the hesitation is coming from, but at the same time, she’s tired. A part of her regrets not sticking around to hear her out though.

She can hear Beca faintly behind her, “Chloe wait…”

It takes all her willpower to push the door open and leave, instead of staying and hearing the brunette out. When the cool air hits her face, she finally lets her emotions go. Angry tears stream down her cheeks. She’s mad at Aubrey, mad at Beca, mad that nothing has ever seemed to go her way. The only good thing that’s happened lately was her mom checking into rehab. That in itself is a whole other topic that she’s barely let herself think about…

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When Chloe got back to the house she went right up to her room, hoping to avoid her angry best friend. They have their issues to work out but she’s too upset about Beca at the moment to think about it.

This whole situation is a mess. It makes her wish that she had just kept her mouth shut, just continued to quietly pine over Beca. Instead she had to tell the freshman and look at the mess it got her in.

Chloe’s currently in a large Barden hoodie and sweatpants, wrapped up in a blanket on her bed. She’s been trying to sleep but her mind just won’t shut off. At first she doesn’t hear it, but the second time there’s a faint knock at her door, her head pops out from under the covers.

Presuming it’s Aubrey, she sits up and quietly answers, “Come in.”

When the door opens, it’s definitely not Aubrey. The site of Beca in her doorway steals her breath out of her throat, she’s the last person she expected to be on the other side of that door.

“What are you doing here?” Chloe asks in disbelief, as she shoves the blankets completely away from herself and fully sits up.

“Aubrey let me in, she said you were up here,” Beca replies so softly Chloe can scarcely hear her.

That barely answered her question, “But why Beca? Why are you here?”

“I did it. I broke up with him,” she can tell now, from Beca’s face, that she has indeed been crying, her eyes puffy and cheeks red and blotchy.

“What?” she hardly believes it’s true, after all the time it’s taken.

“I broke up with Jesse,” Beca closes to door behind her and slowly makes her way into the room.

Chloe’s not quite sure what to say, she wasn’t expecting Beca to break up with her boyfriend any time soon. She wasn’t expecting her to do it at all.

“Do you really want to be with me Bec?” she’s not able to filter herself before the question is out, but she needs to know, with how hesitant the other girl has been and how upset she looks standing in Chloe’s room right now.

Beca’s eyes meet hers as she answers in a truly genuine tone, “Yes.”

“Then why did it take so long?” Chloe swings her legs over so her feet are dangling off the side of the bed.

Beca takes the move as her invitation and sits down next to the red head, “I guess I have some more explaining to do.”

Chloe nods, “Tell me what’s wrong Bec.”

Beca sighs deeply before talking, “When I came out to you, when you came home with me for Christmas, I wasn’t entirely truthful.”

“Ok…” Chloe can’t really tell where this conversation is going, but she assumes it will lead to some sort of an answer.

“I said I dated girls in high school,” Beca’s eyes fall to the floor and she takes another deep breath, “well, it was actually more like one girl and it was a mess. She was great…it was everyone else. We were public about it and the people in our school weren’t exactly accepting. We had mean notes slipped in our lockers, name calling through the hallways, anything you can think of that’s hateful, it probably happened to us. My mom and stepdad were supportive of us, but my dad wasn’t. He and the step-monster damn nearly disowned me. I’m still not sure if my dad was ever ok with it, or if she just brainwashed him.”

Chloe reaches a hand out to lay on top of Beca’s, she meets Beca’s glassy gaze with sympathy, “I’m so sorry that happened to you Bec.”

Beca nods slightly and continues with her story, “We broke up my senior year because I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t take the judgement. When I started dating Jesse, it seemed like my redemption with my dad, not that I would ever do anything just to please him, but things felt a little less strained. When I graduated and started college, it was my chance to scrub everything clean. I would no longer be Beca the dyke.”

Beca takes a long, deep, shaky breath. She lets a few stray tears fall, they land on Chloe’s lavender blanket, leaving a dark, salty purple mark behind. Maybe Chloe shouldn’t have been so pushy…she hopes she hasn’t made Beca do anything that was uncomfortable for her.

“Then I met you,” Beca smiles slightly, at the mention of the red head sitting next to her, “and everything changed. I knew I liked you from the moment we started talking. I just wasn’t sure if I could do it again. Could I handle the name calling, the judgment and the strain on my relationship with my dad, especially because he’s the sole reason I’m at Barden.”

“I had no clue Beca,” Chloe mutters in disbelief.

Beca shakes her head, “I didn’t tell you anything, I should have. You deserved to know why I’ve hesitated.”

“This isn’t high school anymore though Bec,” Chloe’s not sure if it’s the right thing to say, but she has to let the younger girl know that she won’t face the same thing here at Barden, “no one is going to be slipping hateful notes in your locker. You are free to be yourself…all the Bellas have your back…our back, even Aubrey.”

“I know that, now. It took me a while to figure out if I could do it,” Beca seems to have perked up at Chloe’s encouraging words, “but I knew I had to, because I want to be with you Chlo, so much.”

“What about your dad?”

“Screw my dad,” she shakes her head, “our relationship is already bad right now, might as well put the icing on the cake. He hates that I want to be a music producer…plus he’s still pissed at me for shattering that window at the semis.”

Chloe can’t help but smirk, remembering the night Beca went to “jail”, “So this was a pretty big decision for you…you really do want this?”

“More than anything,” Beca replies simply, now a smile on her face, the remainder of her tears already dried on her cheeks.

“And Jesse is definitely no longer in the picture?” Chloe can’t help but ask one more time.

“Not at all.”

“Well in that case,” Chloe smirks and slides in closer to the brunette.

Beca meets her halfway, and their lips are on each other’s in a matter of seconds. Somehow this kiss is better than their first one. This time Chloe can feel how genuine it all is, the way Beca’s lips move so freely and passionately against hers. They pull away quicker than she’d like. Beca’s cheeks are a slight shade of red, but this time it’s not because she’s been crying.

“I really want to keep kissing you,” Beca says sweetly, but in a way that makes Chloe’s insides melt, “but I have to ask you this first…will you go out with me tonight?”

She’s not sure what she thought Beca was going to ask, but she wasn’t exactly expecting that question for some reason, “Yes, of course.”

“Ok cool,” Beca replies softly before leaning in again.

Chloe reconnects their lips quickly, and this time there’s a new feeling she can’t quite put her finger on. Maybe it’s desperation, neediness…dare she say love? All she knows right now is that she could spend the rest of her life kissing Beca Mitchell. The way the other girl is kissing her back, Chloe has a suspicion she feels the same way.

#bechloe fanfic #pp fanfic #bechloe #my stuff