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anastasiabowe · 4 months

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𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨 — how your boyfriend is and how he acts with you, only you bring out a new him!

note: I saw this format on a couple of posts and wanted to try it out! I would tag people but there is so many people that use this format, so, sorry!

Content warnings: nsfw (17+), swearing, masturbation,(Kagami), overstimulation, bondage (Kise), pussy eating (Teppei),dacryphilia, degradation if you squint (Aomine), riding (Midorima), stand fuck? (Murasakibara), and anything else I forgot!

★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜

Kagami is a big baby when it comes to you. He always misses you! Even though with his teammates and friends he seems stable and intense, he falls to his knees for you, he cries for you at night, wanting to feel you in every place imaginable. Can’t hold it against him, you’re literally perfect!

You had arrived home from work with Riko, and the apartment you and Kagami share, you only part-time, was weirdly quiet. You dropped off your stuff, and called out to Kagami. You walked slowly to the bedroom, and muffled noises were becoming more and more clear.

Kagami whined and groaned as he worked his cock with his hand. Frustration pinning a furious red on his face and his shirt was in between his teeth. His abs defined from him tending his abdomen and you couldn’t help but get weak in the knees hearing him cry out, not only crying out profanities, but crying out your name.

“Hah, w-wish you were here baby!” He moaned again, trying his hardest to relieve the burn of the blood flowing his dick. He pinched his nipple, and groaned out to that. You pushed open the door, and Kagami flinched, but didn’t stop. Your face was in complete shock and awe and he couldn’t help but nearly come right then and there from simply seeing your face.

You approach the bed, and crawl towards him. “Move your hand.” You command to the red haired man.

“B-but-“ you smacked his thigh, and he removed his hand.

“I wanna help!” Your dominant demeanor no longer evident. You smile, and he nodded aggressively, jerking his hips up when you firmly grabbed his dick.

“T-thank you!” He moaned as you You kiss his heated lips. “Love you so-so much-much!”

★ — 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗘

Kise, kise, kise. A kind man at first appearance, a strict man at heart. Don’t get me wrong, kise is a great guy, thoughtful, loving, respectful, but he also wants to be in control. He wants to do things his way, that being where you both go to for a date, or where you lay while he fucks the last brain cells out of your head’s.

Kise sat on the sofa in your shared home. His jaw clenched and legs crossed. His arms draped over the back of the sofa and he watched the show in the screen.

You on the other hand were upstairs, on the king sized bed, hands and legs tied and a vibrator in and on your cunt. You cry as your cunt was overworked and pain was starting to course through your cunt. You could t fee anything but the uncomfortable pain from the vibrations, yet orgasms after orgasms instinctively rip from you.

“K-kise! P-please!” You scream out again, his teeth clenching harder against each other. “I-I’m sorry!” You cried when another orgasm scraped its way out of you.

Kise sighed and stood up. He walked upstairs and into the master bedroom. Your body was limp against the bindings, and your face was completely wet from the tears in your face. You did this to yourself. Even though you couldn’t stand this punishment, you never used your safe word. Kise wanted to pity you, but again you did this to yourself.

He got on the bed, and turned off the vibrators. As he did so, your body convulsed, and then he felt a little bad.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He grabbed your cheeks and moved your head towards him.

“Y-yes.” Your weak voice spoke out. She smiled, and kissed your lip’s softly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Kise took off the cuffs, he cleaned your hypersensitive cunt as gently as he could. He rubbed ointment on your wrists and ankles, and he stripped himself of his shirt and pants, and laid with you.

“Don’t fuck with me again, y/n.” He help you tighter in his arms. You nodded, and he smiled.

★ — 𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗜

Can Teppei ever just not be himself? Teppei is the sweetest man known to mankind. Whenever you both hang out, it never feels awkward or unnatural to be around him, he is just so easy to love!

Teppei prepared a warm bath with bath soaps and candles, no rose petals though, he’s allergic, but he did put in rubber duckies, just to be funny! You were exhausted from doing your afterschool job, and he knew exactly what you needed. So when you entered the bath, him behind you, his heart fluttered seeing the face he wanted to see, satisfaction.

He washed your back, and hair. He laid with you, hummed a song that put your mind at ease. He even helped dry you off and carried you back into your shared room.

“Just let me help you relax, baby.” His comforting tone made you follow his command. He spread your pussy lips and began to suck on your clit. His tongue circling it at the same time. You grabbed the pillows as you felt even more amazing with how he was eating you out.

“Mhm, feel good?” He looked up, still eating you out.

“Mhm, very good!” You moan out making him chuckle.

He continued to eat you out until you quickly grabbed his head and pushed him farther into your cunt.

“So close! Please don’t stop!” Teppei pushed your thighs even farther apart, enhancing the pleasure, and also to stop you from crushing his head.

You came while pulling his hair. He groaned at the feeling, and rutted his dick into the mattress from the feeling.

Once you came down from your orgasm, Teppei climbed up to you and hovered over you. you looked up at the brunette who was smiling. You chuckle and said,

“Guess you like hair pulling more than I do!” He laughed and kissed you.

“I guess so!”

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

Aomine is a bitch. He knows it, I know it, now you know it. And, when I say bitch, I mean he is meeeean! But you’re into that, so who is really complaining? Aomine does everything in his power to make you upset, not like genuinely upset, but more so a “stop being so mean!” Upset. He doesn’t hurt you, call you names or pick at insecurities, he says things like “you can do way better.” In a blunt tone.

Aomine also is distant in a trashy boyfriend way. He is a good boyfriend most times, but a lot of times he just ghosts you, ignores you, and he also sometimes has the audacity to talk to other girls! He doesn’t indulge in any physical contact, but he wants to see you upset or crying.

Aomine is a dacryphiliac. He strives to see you cry. But, it isn’t hard to get you too, because your a baby. A big cry baby while we’re at it. Your dress is too short, you cry. Your shoes aren’t tying right, you cry. If you can’t fall asleep when you want to, you cry! But Aomine loves it.

“Please put it in!” Tears stream down your face as Aomine rubs his tip anywhere and thrusts it everywhere but your cunt. You just wanted to indulge in an intimate session with your boyfriend but he isn’t doing very much.

“Quit your crying, I do what I fucking want.” He slips inside but quickly pulls out. Aomine has good stamina and self control when he wants to, and this is the time where his self control is at its peak. He can just tease and tease until he’s ready.

You ball up your fists and hit the mattress. Your forehead also hirs it as if you were throwing a tantrum.

“Fine.” He said annoyed, and he started to pound into you.

“Y-you- aha! You b-bitch!” You moan out as he rolled his eyes.

“What else is new?” His voice sounded so controlled despite the rapid and aggressive thrusting he was doing.

“Wouldn’t say that shit if I wasn’t fucking my pussy. I’d be grateful if I were you, not many girls get this opportunity.” He said straight into your ear.

“I- aha! I’m gonna c-“

“Shut the fuck up- shit.” He interrupted as he repositioned himself, and pulled you onto him as if you were some sex doll or fleshlight.

“Aominichi!” You squeal as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Fuck!” He slowed down his thrusts and pulled out of you.

“What are you-“

He flipped you on top of him, and laid back.

“If you want my cum, work for it.”

★ — 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗔

A literal Aomine opposite. He comes off cold and a know it all, but he is really a great listener and man of advice. You kind of find his whole lucky item thing a bit weird, and how he revolves his whole day around his zodiac and lucky item, but he’s still cute!

He always gets a duplicate of his lucky item, knowing it might not matter to you or have as much luck as for him, but he wants to share as much of his luck with you as he can. He always wants you to be where he is, that being games, school, and even work.

He treats you like his own lucky item, accept he doesn’t need a website or paper to tell him that. He also likes when you take control. He loves when you use him. He’s always so tired of having to worry about this and that, and doesn’t like always being the leader of something since he’s apart of the GOM.

“Mmm, Shintarō!” You moan as you rode him. His large hands gripped your his tightly, and his usually neat green hair was messy and half wet from the multiple rounds you’ve put him through.

“Ha- wha-what’s got you so worked up today?” He was out of breath, and all you could do was smile.

“Having a hot boyfriend comes wit-with perks.” You continued to hop on his long dick, despite the burn of your thighs.

“I see.” He smirked. And he felt another orgasm approach. You rolled your hips, trying to cum one more time.

“I’m so close! Please, Shin, h-help me!” Your legs got the best of you, and you needed his help.

“Alright, but beware, I’m not holding back.” He flipped you both over, and he grabbed your waist. He quickly fucked you both, his hot moans and your pitchy ones filled the room, as this was going to be the last round of many.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You repeated over and over, and Midorima leaned down and kissed you.

“Cum for me.” His voice was deeper and that done it for you.

You screamed, and he continued to rut into you until he groaned and came inside of you. He laid on top of you, and you both laid there and caught your breaths.

“Knew that damn coin was going to give me extra fortune today.”

You hit his back, and he chuckled.

★ — 𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗔

This man is LAZY! And I’m not just saying that either. He literally doesn’t want to do anything around the house, he doesn’t want to help with groceries, he just wants to eat and maybe, just maybe, play a small game of basketball, but unlikely.

He usually prefers to sit around the house and watch tv, but when you’ve made it very clear that in order for y’all to fuck, he has to do the work, he was basically a man who worked his whole life.

Since he was a big man, he couldn’t get away with doing nothing. If you need him to get a bug on the ceiling, he’s getting that bug. If you need him to get a kitten out of a tree, he’s getting the kitten, or he won’t get your sweet, delicious cunt.

“No.” You said, even more pissed of than before.

“Why not!” The big ass man whined. His dick laying on his lower abdomen as you sat rught next to him with your arms crossed.

“At your grown age, if you want something done, you’d work to get it done.”

He frowned, and you stood your ground.

“Fine, whatever.” He crossed his arms and looked away. After maybe 5 seconds, he got up and put you over his shoulders.

After many fake attempts of being mad and asking him to put you down, you lost your clothes and was now being moved on his dick like a sex doll. His tall stature and your much shorter one almost made you seem like a doll.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he bounced you up and down his dick.

“Is this enough work for ya?” The spite in his voice thick like honey.

“M-m-hm!” The broken noises from the bouncing were the only things you could muster as his dick reached the deepest parts of your body.

“Always whining about how lazy I am, sorry I like to rest!” He is talking to himself more at this point.

You quietly came in his cock, he didn’t even notice from all the yapping he was doing.

“Just tryna make you happy, but no, always gotta be mad at so-“ his words froze, and you were gone.

“Already dumb on my dick? Had so much shit left to say.” He brought you over to the bed, and just continued to fuck you there

“Lazy!” He laughed to himself. “I’ll show you lazy.” This, my friend, is going to be a long night for you!

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serashalala · 11 months

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Generation Loss's Mind Manipulation; A theory by a tired college student

OK. GENERATION LOSS. That was a ride and it’s not even done!

Fuckin loved it, by the way. It was so good. I loved everyone's acting and Sneeg's realization part gave me literal fucking chills as well as Slime screaming and Austin freaking out while Ranboo n Sneeg were just chill.

FUCK that was cool. Thank you @ranboolivesaysstuff for sharing this with us.

Anyway, here’s a nerd dump on the entire mind control thing. I’m not exactly a genius but I’m studying neurosci as one of my college units and this is basically the gist of how I understand the mind control aspect that this is showing.

SO.

You recognize this? This is the device that we think is controlling Ranboo’s mind. It’s at the back part of the brain, and easily this leads to two possible structures that it can influence: the occipital lobe of the cerebrum and the cerebellum. However, we don’t really know HOW deep this device goes considering Ranboo’s lucious locks of hair covering the rest of the mask and the fact that we don’t know if this is the only thing penetrating the brain.

Anyway, let’s discuss what we know which is that it’s likely latched onto the back part and thus likely embedded onto the cerebral occipital lobe and/or the cerebellum

The occipital lobe is at the back part of the head, and as you see on the picture below, it’s the visual area (mostly).

To make me sound more professional and shit let me introduce to you the brodmann areas. Brodmann areas divide the cerebrum by its function.

Area 17, 18, and 19.

Area 17 is the primary visual area. This is where you see shit. If the device’s influence is only as deep as area 17 then Ranboo is either literally blinded by the device OR the device intercepts what his eyes are really seeing. Damage to this area will lead to literal blindness or difficulty to see.

Area 18 and 19 however are the secondary visual area, otherwise known as the visual association area. This is where you recognize the things that you see. Damage to this leads to dyschromatopsia (color blindness), and visual agnosia (inability to perceive visual stimuli.).

Basically to explain, as an example you see an apple. That’s the job of area 17. However, you don’t really know yet that it’s an apple. To know that an apple is an apple, you tap into area 18 and 19– the visual association area.

The device LIKELY reaches into this area because the entire time, Ranboo doesn’t recognize that he’s on a show set and he doesn’t see the people on the set like the directors and the staff. What he does see is a 4th wall.

Upon deactivation of the device, only then does he recognize that oh shit, that isn’t a wall.

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Does it stop there? Ok, why not go deeper?

Next to Area 19 is area 37. This is the Facial Recognition area. It's self explanatory if Ranboo's mind control device goes that deep.

How about Area 39 and 7? They're both Someasthetic areas. 39 and 40 specifically have a lot to do with memory, emotion, behavior, sex. rage, fear, and pain.

Area 7 integrates sensory inputs-- it draws upon stored memories of past sensory experiences. This area aint that deep tho ngl, it's basically the part that goes: yo, this fire thing burns you, maybe don't touch it. This can be as deep as you want to interpret it being.

Edit: I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THIS. Ranboo's stream confirms it SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. THEY SAID. "Change someone's perception of reality, and they will act how you want." SCREAMING CRYING WAILING SOBBING. I KNEW IT. The next parts of the theory will be further discussing the things that MAY still apply, alongside the things that Ranboo almost confirmed.

Next suspected area:

The cerebellum.

The cerebellum is mostly responsible for a lot of important things (as are the rest of the brain but let me get into it)

The cerebellum has 3 main functions: maintenance of posture and balance; maintenance of muscle tone; and coordination of voluntary motor activity.

You see where I’m going for here?

The cerebellum is a likely attachment site of the device because it is gunning for that motor activity and posture and balance. It controls the agonist and antagonist coordination of the muscles to make sure that there’s no jerky movements going on. As for posture and balance, it can affect your movements so that you don’t look robotic, and so that you don’t have to voluntarily maintain your posture. Maintenance of muscle tone has the same idea.

It is also the best bet because it has its lapses.

While it controls a lot of motor function, it isn’t the only site of motor control in the body. There’s other areas, like the Basal Nuclei, the motor area of the cerebrum (brodmann area 4 and 6) and the spinalcord (though this is more on reactionary shit).

It makes the device fallible where the fine motor movements (such as in the fingertips, where the cerebellum controls less of) is less prone to influence by the device, leading to this nifty clip right here:

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And this here too:

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They're able to do morse code with his hands, the fingers.

And, chances are, the reason they have a mask in the first place is because it’s significantly more difficult to reach the area that controls the facial expressions since that is a direct connection from the brain to the face via the Facial Nerve that stems anteriorly to from the brainstem. It’d be hard to reach from behind especially. (unless the device yanknow, snuck around the spine or something idk)

So if the connection is posterior, they’d have difficulty reaching that (to a safe extent, at least. We have no idea how deep it goes.

Then again, we don’t know the function of the rest of the mask.

Now for some close competitors of where the mind control device is attached/penetrating!

"But sera, what if it influences at a lower level than the occipital lobe or the cerebellum?"

Cervical spine C1 Level

Difficult to defend. That leaves the problem of Ranboo's speech control. The lower the level the less things it's able to influence. At C1 level, a person's speech, which is something Ranboo's clearly being influenced over, can't be damaged from this level.

"How are we so sure that it's at the back??"

Because it's the clearest shot we've got with that weird circle thing.

Frontal Lobe

This one is a good contender. The Frontal Lobe has the Decision and / or Judgement Center of the brain (area 10, more to be mentioned about this later), as well as the motor areas (areas 4 and 6), and twisting that could lead to being able to change what a person does when faced with a stimuli as well as a bigger portion of voluntary movement.

However, this one is difficult to visually justify.

While it's true that we can't see much behind the mask, we also can't see it penetrate towards the frontal lobe. Let's say it penetrates through the mouth somehow-- how is Ranboo's diction so clear?

But the reason why it's a very good contender is that it could possibly go through the nose. Did you know that the cribriform plate, the part of the skull where the olfactory nerve goes through, is the easiest to break? and thus it's also the easiest to penetrate?

Issue with that though is that Ranboo has a working sense of smell. The Olfactory nerve (smelling nerve) is easy to disturb.

Anything deeper? More anterior?

Any deeper structures are likely too unimportant-- the diencephalon, pons are all mostly on the hormonal / nonvoluntary actions (breathing, sweat, thirst, hunger, etc). Those aren't too fun to control especially when what you want is a puppet.

The most likely candidate is the basal nuclei, which has a lot to do with movement. However it's mostly useless when you target it because it's goal is to make sure that when you want to raise a glass, you don't yeet it to the sky. It makes sure that you have the right amount of output to the muscle without overcompensating.

So what does the device control?

Both.

Well, not both. All-- err, mostly. Ding ding ding! They're all winners.

Only at its best, though, which was during Episode 1 (when undisturbed)-- NOT episode 2.

At its best, the mask is able to take full function of the brain-- most strongly at where it's sourced, though, which is at the posterior regions. Weaker control is evident when you see the finger taps that Ranboo is still able to do. Think of it as some sort of energy gradient-- most concentrated at the back of the head, and weakest at the front.

At its blinking state, influenced by the outsider, Ranboo regains Control of most of the more anterior parts of the brain, but you'd notice it's still blinking-- it never really fully released Ranboo. Its still got a strong influence at the back portion of the brain.

It takes a lot to rip away its influence from Ranboo, as you can see from what the weird shadowy figure from the TV says in the end where he had to do something to disable it fully before Ranboo breaks the fourth wall.

How do we know that? Let's go back to the clip where Ranboo FULLY 'wakes up':

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It took some effort by the hacker to fully release Ranboo, but until that point Ranboo hadn't even seen the 4th wall despite being able to gain autonomy of most their function.

Then let's go back to the part where, when Ranboo's device was 'reset':

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You notice how the showbizz person isn't someone they interact with? They don't SEE these people. The device is still on, because it's intercepting with Ranboo's perception.

Let's go back to the announcements then.

We don't get to choose a lot this episode, instead we're subjected to puzzles that have more to do with everyone else BUT Ranboo.

I present to you, Brodmann Area 10

This is the largest area in the frontal lobe, and is incharge of decision making (among other things). We, the audience, can't make decisions as flexibly anymore because they needed a stricter control of the device.

The hacker is able to intercept that flexibility and thus the showfall media reduced the extent of which we're able to control ranboo, taking all that control for themselves. It isn't interactive anymore.

Literally being gatekeeped from the audience, smh.

Now what?

A summary of course.

I suspect that when the lights are on (in the mask), it has a stronger pulse and thus influences a larger chunk of his head, ABLE (but not necessarily) to reach the frontal lobe.

It blinks, then it indicates that its pulse is weaker, but still present (the cerebellum is slightly further to reach than the occipital lobe) which is why his sight might still be influenced.

And lights being gone? That's Ranboo's full autonomy baybee. They're back in business!

As for the others' mind manipulation system, I'm not quite sure yet. Probably could reduce it to having already been subjected to being conditioned, not like our 'fresh' protagonist. I'll probably add onto this when something clicks in the future.

This ended up a lot longer than intended...

Anyway, that’s just a theory, a tired-college-student-from-an-allied-health-course theory. Thanks for reading.

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sugurus-fave-monkey · 4 months

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I’ve started writing another SatoSugu drabble, and just wanted to post the intro since I haven’t posted in a while. Also not my art, found on Twitter.

I’ve completed it. Part one here and the conclusion here

The night air was cold on his skin as Suguru Geto leaned out his dorm window, trying to find enjoyment in the form of a cigarette. As he exhaled, his left hand came to rub at his eyes, the bags beneath them seemingly a part of him, just like his skin. Just when did everything go wrong? How much more of this could he take? After pitching away the rest of his cigarette, he adjusts the towel on his waist, and closes the window. He sits down on his bed, and runs his fingers through his still damp hair.

Maybe he’s being punished? He should have been more aware of his surroundings after him and Satoru were ambushed. Perhaps he shouldn’t have even offered that girl a life, maybe had he not said anything, he wouldn’t have watched her die. That’s all he sees whenever he closes his eyes, her, and that man, the smug look on his face. When he manages to sleep, he is plagued by nightmares, the girl, screaming at him, Satoru’s body, broken and lifeless, and that man, Toji Fushiguru, no, not a man, what had he called himself? A monkey. The only time Suguru had felt real fear in his life, was caused by none other than a filthy fucking monkey.

He felt like the higher ups were trying to isolate him. Satoru, the only person he felt true friendship with was always being sent on solo missions, while Geto was left to exorcise and consume the curses. The curses, the only form of company he had. Sometimes he would let one out, late at night, alone in his room, just to feel the presence of something. He didn’t know how to feel, he didn’t even know if he could feel anymore, he had spent so long choking back silent tears. His emotions got the best of him at first, and he turned the overwhelming sadness, the emptiness into rage, and when that didn’t help he discarded those emotions, in fact he discarded all emotions.

A soft knock on the door startled him, and he had to ground himself back to reality. He check the alarm clock on his nightstand and saw that it read 3:17 a.m. He sighed and decided to ignore the door, which only resulting in whomever was there knocking louder.

“Yo! Suguru! I know you’re in there, let me in.” Of course.

Suguru rolled his eyes before responding, “I’m trying to sleep Satoru; we can talk in the morning.”

“Nah, I can tell that you’re awake, lemme in, it’s important.” Satoru demanded. “Besides if you don’t I’ll just stay here and pound on your door all night and wake everyone else up.”

Geto stood up, and crossed the room to the door, before swinging it open. “What do you need?”

Satoru threw up his hands and smirked. “You gonna let me in or?”

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insidethejob · 9 months

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How are you today? Sorry if it's been a bit of a bad day, though I do hope this community can make you feel a bit better! Yo if you still take requests and are free/in the mood to write, can you consider mine? Please consider prompt 17 with Yandere!Brett x Gender!Neutral!Reader If you do go through with this then I thank you for your time.

Oh? This might be a little wonky and I apologize, I need to get back in the zone.

Prompt 17: “Please don’t scream. I don’t want anyone thinking I’ve done something terrible to you.”

You looked at the male, wide-eyed. He was rambling about something, but you were tied up with tape covering your mouth. Tears were streaming down in your face, confusion showing in your eyes.

"I didn't want to kidnap you..." He stops, messing with his hands, "It wasn't supposed to be like this," He turns towards you, before kneeling and reaching for the tape. "Please don't scream. I don't want anyone thinking I've done something terrible to you."

He rips it off and you hold back the scream as a glare of red stains your face where the tape once was.

"I hate you."

He sighs, looking away from you, "I know. But," He looks directly into your eyes, full of emotion, "You'll learn to love me."

"You're insane."

He laughs, caressing your face. "Love does that to you, doesn't it?"

"No! God, if I weren't tied up-"

"You'd kill me?" He smirks as your eyes widen, "Yeah, wouldn't it be bad if the police found out about your dead body under your house?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," You look away, "It was an accident."

"Was it?" He rubs your bare thigh, but you don't respond. "If you stay here, no one will ever find out."

"Can you at least loosen the ropes?" You ask, batting your eyes.

He laughs, shaking his head, "Yeah, no. I know everything about you and because of that, I know you're really good at getting out of ropes."

"So what, you stalked me."

"Stalk is a crazy word to use." He shakes his head, trying to defend himself, "I just... you know watched."

"Uhuh. You know, if you weren't hot you probably would of gotten hot."

"You think I'm hot?" His face errupts in a bright red.

"You're kidding me right? Fishing for compliments."

He lays his head on your lap, causing you to groan and roll your eyes.

"So what now?"

He looks up at you, "Honestly... I hadn't thought that far."

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medilies · 1 month

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Byler fic rec - 5 WIPs that are worth it

I know some of y'all don't like reading incomplete fics, but here are some that are so good even the WIP averse won't regret reading them.

These fics are still updating (just not very regularly) so you will get the complete story eventually.

As you can probably guess, they're all longer chaptered fics, so expect multi-layered plots with at least a healthy dose of angst in each.

cosmonaut. by ghostshaming (T, ~82k, 15/?)

Gut wrenching. Heart breaking. A deep dive into Mike's depression and what could have been. You'll notice the writing is beautifully sensory, I'd also say this fic probably is the closest to the show plotwise. One of those fics that has its own little vibe unlike anything else.

them's the breaks by emelinelou (not rated but I'd say T, ~90k, 14/?)

A bit of canon divergence here where Will can mind-travel into the Upside Down and make it his own... or so he thinks. And ik I'm saying this for all of them but this is just fucking BRILLIANT - the overall tone is a bit more lighthearted than cosmonaut despite the characters still getting into some sticky situations, the byler of it all is ~chef's kiss~ and I really like the characterization of Mike and Will here (that is, if they were the type of people to greet each other with 'Yo').

If You Stay by Flurryofstarz (M, 52k, 11/?)

The Proposal AU! This is another fun, fairly lighthearted one. I watched the film for the first time after reading this, and I gotta say, I was disappointed - this is so much better than the film imo!! (Read: more meaningful conversations between the two leads, fewer bizarre moments thrown in, well adapted to fit byler, just as much comedy, and more drama heheh). A wonderful fic, whether you've seen The Proposal or not.

Make Believe by Flurryofstarz (E, ~84k, 17/?)

Flurryofstarz strikes again! This is an a/b/o fic, in which Mike does everything in his power to protect Will, who he's sure will present as a male omega, the most oppressed designation. (Don't worry if you don't know what the terminology means, it's all explained!) This fic is so intricate and beautiful and stays so true to the characters, it had me SCREAMING at Mike at some points, because that boy has good intentions but that does not translate to good outcomes. This is definitely one of the more serious fics, with no end to the angst in sight. 10/10. Go read it.

(Also, note that while it's marked as explicit, it hasn't yet reached any NSFW content, so please don't let that stop you. Though be warned there are some uncomfortable moments thanks to our favourite small town bullies - so far I'd rate it M.)

the vale of shadows by sevensided (stonedlennon) (M, ~30k, 11/?)

I mean, duh. Everyone's familiar with sevensided's legendary work a dream always the same - that's just basic byler lore - and this is the third and final installment of that series, in a fantasy setting this time! I can't say much more for fear of spoiling it, but trust me when I say it's equally brilliant as ADATS.

This is the only fic on this list where I'm not 100% sure if they'll continue to update. Even if they don't, though, the latest chapter ends on a nice note.

That's all, go give these amazing stories some love!

#byler #i guess ppl that dont like wips might wanna stay away from the really good ones even more cause they'll get hooked #but you can't not have the knowledge of these stories in your brain #how can you not?

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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Male Reader X Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn

Request - So can you make a platonic Male Reader X Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn R is Ivy's 17 yo son who has powers like Wanda so R calls Harley mom because she helped ivy raise him and one night R is sleeping and hears Ivy calling him for help and sees Ivy holding Harley in her arms all bloody and beaten by the joker they both nurse her back to health and with their help she finally stops worshipping the joker and sees that he doesn't love her at all and lives at Ivy's garden house

Being raised by Ivy and Harley is never a boring moment. They are very protective of you and you call them both ‘mom’. When Harley first met Ivy, you were a baby and they started to date, Harley wanted to help Ivy to raise you. Ivy saw you and Harley create a bond between you two, and that made her very happy. But the relationship wasn't smooth, because now and then Harley would be smitten by the Joker. He would always try to break up the family, but Harley being blinded by love she didn't see that.

Ivy is alone watering her plants. Then Harley walks in and she is in bad shape. She is badly beaten and blood is all over her face and clothes.

“H-hey Red” Harley said.

She passed out and Ivy starts to panic. You are sleeping in your bedroom, you heard your mom scream for your help. That woke you up and you run to your mom, you see that Harley is badly hurt. Ivy is holding Harley close to her and she is crying. You helped your mom carry Harley to the living room.

You and your mom start to clean Harley’s wounds.

“What happened?” You asked.

“I don’t know. Let's take care of her then we ask what happened” Ivy said.

“Okay, mom,” You said.

“Go grab her pajamas, extra blankets, and more bandages,” Ivy said.

“Okay,” You said.

You went to grab the items. Ivy checks her pulse and starts to dry Harley’s hair. You come back and you keep helping your mom take care of Harley.

“Y/n, she will be okay,” Ivy said.

“I hope so. I don't like to see you or mom being hurt” You said.

The next day... Harley woke up and she looks around. She starts to remember what happened last night and Ivy offered her tea. Harley sat up and you sit next to your mom.

“You were the Joker, weren't you,” Ivy said.

She nods “Yeah... We were having a good time then it changed”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I don't know how it started. But I don't remember everything because I blacked out after he hit me a few times” Harley said.

“I’m going to hurt him,” You said.

You got up but your mom won't let you leave the house. Her plants blocked all the exits and you want to punch something, you try to calm down.

“Mom, why did you do that?” You said.

“Y/n, I don't want you to go fight the Joker. And we won't let you. If you want to hurt something then go hit your punching bag” Ivy said.

“Fine, I won't go after him” You mumbled.

“I promise, I won't go back to him. I want him out of my life forever” Harley said.

“Right now, I want you to focus on getting better. Y/n, don't get any ideas about trying to get revenge. And Harley, go shower and I will cook something for us to eat” Ivy said.

“Okay,” You and Harley said at the same time.

----

Over the past few days, Harley is starting to get better. You would play board games with your parents and sometimes cook dinner with them. Harley and Ivy would help you train with your magic. You get stronger because of them. Ivy always teaches about plants and how to care for them. You know how to control the plants with your magic.

Tonight for dinner, you will have tacos. You and Harley set up dinner, Ivy isn't happy about the mess in the kitchen. After dinner, you play Mario Kart with your parents.

-----

You have a hard time making friends. Ivy and Harley encouraged you to join the baseball team to make friends. You thought to try it out but doubt you will make friends. Harley cheered for you very loud.

“Dude, is that your mom?” Kyle asked.

“Yeah, that's my mom. She is always happy and loud” You said.

“You are doing great, sweetie! Hit a home run!” Harley yelled with joy.

You didn't a hit a run home. You strike out another parent on the bleachers who started to say bad stuff about you.

“Hey! What did you say about my son!?” Harley asked.

“Your son sucks! He shouldn't be on the team” He said.

“Watch your mouth, before we shut it for you,” Ivy said.

“Don’t talk to my husband like that” She said.

Harley throws a hot dog at the guy’s face and then punched him in the face. Ivy starts to fight the wife and someone called the cops.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

It’s Easter, Harley and Ivy want to take a family easter photo. You go to the mall with your parents and Ivy starts to fix your shirt.

“You two smile and no funny faces,” Ivy said.

Harley always makes funny faces. They know that you are not a child anymore, they always want a picture of the easter bunny with you.

When taking the picture, Harley did make a funny face. You laughed when you saw it and Ivy wasn't happy about it, but not surprised. It happens every year, taking a family picture with the Easter bunny or Santa then Harley would make a funny face.

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“Mom, why I can't go break the law? You and mom always do it” You said.

“It's a school night. I promise this weekend we can go break the law” Harley smiled.

“Awesome!” You smiled.

“Harley! Y/n, sweetie we talked about this. I want you to focus on finished high school first. And Harley, stop encouraging our son, breaking the law” Ivy said.

“I think he is ready. We can start small” Harley said.

“Harley!” Ivy said

“Sorry, kiddo,” Harley said to you.

“Fine” You mumbled.

----

Ivy and Harley are helping you train. They want you to think on your feet when you are fighting someone etc... You are using your magic to block Harley’s attacks and tricks. Then Ivy uses her plants to stop you, you didn't have a chance to get away from the plants. The plants are wrapped around your body and you can't move, now you are hanging upside down.

“Y/n, you have to be faster,” Ivy said.

“I will try again, mom,” You said.

“Good. Let's take a break and I'm going to make lunch” Ivy said.

“Anything but tofu,” Harley said.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

You are watching tv with your parents. Suddenly, the news came on the reporter is talking about how the Joker escaped Arkham Asylum. You see your mom having a panic attack and Ivy tries to calm her down.

You try to help also and you don't like seeing her like that. Ivy is making tea, it will help with Harley’s panic attacks and it will help her sleep. It did take a while to calm Harley down, Ivy takes her to bed. Harley falls asleep and Ivy gently moves the hair away from Harley’s face.

“I’m going to bed. You will be okay with mom?” You asked.

“I will be okay. I gave her tea that will help her sleep. Go rest, y/n” Ivy said.

You go to your bedroom and you closed the door. You escape from the window and you leave to find the Joker. It will be easy to find him because you remember your mom talking about an abandoned circus. You want revenge for him hurting your mom.

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Joker’s goons were easy to fight because you used your magic against them. You have a lot of anger towards him.

“It’s passed your bedtime, kid” Joker smirked.

“I’m going to hurt you because you hurt my mom” You yelled.

He mocked you and that made you even angrier. He laughed and your hands start to glow and he isn't scared.

“You will regret that,” You said.

“You won't hurt me. If Batman can't kill me what makes you think, you will kill me, kid” Joker said.

“Fuck Batman,” You said.

Joker walked toward and he sticks out his hand for a handshake. He has a hand buzzer. You grabbed his hand, he thought it would give you an electric shock but it didn't.

“It should have worked,” Joker said.

“My turn” You smirked.

Your magic protected you from the deadly hand buzzer. You headbutt his face and he fell to the ground.

“You will pay!” You yelled.

You start to punch him in the face. Blood starts to get on your fists and clothes. You used your magic to bring him back because he passed out. You keep punching him in the face then you get up.

“That’s all you got” Joker laughed.

“I’m start getting started,” You said.

You start to kick him in the stomach and he starts to spit out blood. You didn't notice that he take out his knife and stabbed you in the thigh. He smirked at you.

You touched his head and you used your magic, to torture him. He starts to scream but you don't stop.

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Ivy and Harley noticed that you haven't been in your bedroom. They start to panic and they hear the door open. They see you and you have blood on your clothes and hands.

“Y/n, what happened to you?” Harley asked.

“Where have you been?!” Ivy said.

“It's not my blood. I had to stop him because he was hurting mom” You said.

Now everyone starts to argue. They told you that you were reckless and you said that you didn't care about being reckless, you told them that you wanted revenge.

“He is a dangerous man, Y/n!” Harley yelled.

“So!? I stopped him! Not Batman or anyone else! I stopped him for good!!” You yelled.

Harley starts to cry because she feels it's her fault. She hugged you and you hugged her back, you start to cry and she starts to rub your back.

“I don't want to feel useless, that I can't protect my parents” You cried.

Your mom gently touched your cheek.

“Sweetie, you are not useless. We never once thought about you. We always wanted to protect you from him. No matter what age you get, we will always protect you” Ivy said.

She kissed your forehead and hugged you.

“We love you, Y/n” Harley cried.

You took a shower while Ivy burned the clothes you had on. You have on a matching pajama shirt like Harley, this time she is picking the snacks. Ivy told you how to clean the wound on your thigh.

“What are we going to do tonight?” You asked.

“No more tofu. This time we will eat the best snacks and watch a Pixar movie!” Harley smiled.

You sit in the middle of the couch and start to eat the snacks. Ivy sits on your left side and Harley on the right.

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sugarwithtea · 1 year

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hiiiiii i would like to request 8 & 12 from the angst list (i'm sorry!) and you can pick whatever ship your heart desires congrats on your milestone bby!

deluded | kth

you walk into your home, only to find your boyfriend wrapped up in the arms of someone else, on your own bed, causing you to realize how you were being deluded into believing the truth of your relationship.

pairing : taehyung x reader

rating / genre : nc-17 // angst, infidelity au

word count : 1.4k

warnings : cheating, swearing, crying, gaslighting for a second but oc is strong 💪🏻

note : thankyou jess!! i am so late lol but i loved the idea! hope you like it! also, it's unedited 😭 prompt — “You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?” & “You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.” from this list

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The sky is overcast with clouds, ready to pour anytime now. Just like you, it's on the verge of tears.

"I, I can explain–"

"What?" you spit out, cutting him off.

It's so funny, that after just a two week long business trip, you return home– to surprise your boyfriend, but are met with him woven in your silk sheets, pleasuring someone else. It's laughable, how blind you have been. Obviously this wouldn't have been his first time, right? Because the girl looked so familiar.

How could you not recognise your own coworker, whom you had almost called your best friend?

"What are you going to explain? That it was a mistake?" your voice gets louder as you drop your bag on the floor and walk towards him, "Was it a mistake, hm, Taehyung? Were you not fucking her on my bed?"

You had twisted the lock open, faint noises greeting you right at the threshold of your home. That very moment had you raising your walls and walking cautiously. It was in plain sight– the door wasn't shut closed, infact open, because of course there was no intruder expected.

You hadn't dropped your bag, or screamed, or even ran away. You had simply stood there and cleared your throat, because apparently, their sounds were too loud to register the clicking of the lock or the steps you had taken into your broken relationship, your broken heart.

Taehyung doesn't give you an answer, his tan torso littered with marks– marks that weren't made by your lips, but by someone else's. His head hangs low, and you have this sudden urge to slap him, to grab his hair and make him look at you, look at the damage he has done.

"Are you going to speak?" your voice booms around the apartment – no longer your home. No, it lost that privilege the moment your boyfriend had defiled it by even thinking of going back on you. The sound waves echo off the walls, seeping back into your skin, and filling your veins with a new found energy.

The energy to get the fuck away from this man.

His eyes meet yours as he raises his head, but still, his mouth is zipped. There's a glint in his caramel eyes, one that threatens to spill out. You could drown in them, lose yourself in his eyes, but the red marks blooming to a darker shade are way too evident for you to step wrong. You can't risk falling again.

You can't risk being deluded again.

Your steps are quick as you walk towards him. He looks up, ready to anticipate anything and everything from you, but you step around him and head to your bedroom. Not your– the bedroom. Your face automatically forms a grimace as soon as you step into it, throwing your closet open and grabbing all the clothes and belongings you find first, stuffing them in a small suitcase which you had grabbed from the side. You'll come later for other things. Right now you just need to get out.

Thunder rumbles outside of the window, and your head snaps towards the direction, albeit not able to see the window, but still able to feel the misery, the feeling of the loud rumble all too well. You don't even know what you are feeling. It's like you have went numb, just taking the steps your brain tells you to take, so you don't wake up in a worse state of misery. You want to cry, you want to shout, you want to throw your precious vase at his head– but you can't get yourself to do that, or anything for that matter. Your heart has broken and already shrunk into nothingness, so void of feelings that you feel … nothing.

You fumble for your phone, to ask your best friend Momo if you can crash at her place, and as soon as you unlock it, Taehyung's hand touches your arm, making you freeze.

"Y/N, please. Don't." his voice wavers and you wanna ask him, why? Climbing on the top of the tallest building, you wanna shout at him, that why did he do that? Were you that inefficient? Were you that unlovable? Were you that insignificant for him that he had been so quick to find solace in someone else's arms, all while you were still there and trying?

You take a deep breath, none of your turmoil reflecting in your well leveled voice,

"Please don't say that. I am so sorry."

“You broke me, Taehyung. You ruined everything we had and– for what?” you don't break, no. That would be weak. So what if it's almost four years of love vanishing into nothingness, so what if your heart will now always have a hole shaped like his form. So what? You can definitely live with it, survive the rest of your life, very well, of course.

Now this, irks you.

"A sorry won't make you go back in the past and change your fucking mind. So keep this act to yourself, and save the words for the girl who just ran out of here," you grab your bag and rush out of the bedroom, hints of tears lining your eyelids, before you speak again, "That is, if she is the one you are going to now."

He steps in front of you, blocking the main door from your view.

"I wasn't sleeping with multiple people."

"Doesnt make me feel any better, you asshole." Deep breaths, that's what you tell yourself. You really need to save your energy, especially if you have to drive all the way to your friend's house with a broken heart in a broken weather.

"I didn't mean it tha-"

"Save it." you sniffle, and step around him, yet again. Still better than the way he had stepped all over your heart, your love and your devotion. You are still, and will always be better than him.

Always.

"Save it for when I come back here to grab the rest of my things, Taehyung. Because after a five hour flight, I don't have the energy left to fight you." you grab your keys and don't look back at him.

"So you are just letting go this easily? It's like you aren't even affected by this." you pause as his tone suddenly, changes? What the actual fuck? Does he think you are the one to be blamed here? Does he know how he has ruined any and every thing for you, atleast in the foreseeable future? This has to be the most ridiculous thing he has ever said.

You let out a snort, "You are going lower than I ever expected you to."

It's like those words of yours bring him back to his senses (if there were any left) and he pleads, "No, sorry. I am- I didn't mean to say that."

"You never mean anything. Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" you unlock the door and swing it open, not even bothering to listen to him. One of your legs is already out of the apartment when he speaks again.

"Yes, yes I did. I did mean it, please." At this point, it's starting to get annoying. This man has nothing else to say except please? No explanations, no … nothing? It's like he is stuck on that one key while typing, and it prints the same letter without any breaks. Like he has speared your heart with a knife and is not able to pull it out, so is just twisting it more, trying.

You completely step out of the apartment, your suitcase in tow– and this time, he doesn't stop you. You laugh low. Even he is tired of the constant forward and backward game, tired of acting as if he was in that game in the first place, as if he cares for you anymore.

It's when you turn around to look at him, and your old home for the last time that you say the thing which has been haunting you, and will live in the nooks and crevices of your hollow heart forever.

“You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.”

The first tear falls down in tandem with the first raindrop landing on your cheek as you step in the parking lot, the sky hiding your misery with its own.

— hii. i wrote this so quick at night. I'll definitely go over it in the morning again lol. but in the meantime, i like it. 😉

🧸 please let me know what you think of this by reblogs, comments and asks, as feedback is highly appreciated as always. 🤍 (also, no taglist for requests)

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weixuldo · 1 year

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Unconditionally// Ch 17

Anakin x Reader

(A/N: this ch may b triggering, just read the warnings. but omg the angst is coming full on guys… i love writing this shit haha)

something snaps and everything becomes unclear

Warnings: cursing, depiction of injury, verbal degradation, argument, name calling, low-key slut shaming

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Rain slowly tapped on the glass window panes of the room; you, Ben, and Anakin had come back to see if the new adjustments to the legs would work for him. The prosthetist wore them down so they weren't so tight on Anakin’s stumps and added some cushioning to the inside.

Currently you were waiting outside the room as the prosthetist checked some things. Ever since the teacher meeting, things between you and Anakin had been abnormally cordial.

You hadn’t spent a night at his place in about a week because he didn’t seem to want you there. You ignored it the best you could, you knew he was deeply upset after what the kids’ teacher did.

Ben had gone down to the parking lot to get the kids from Ahsoka; since you were with Anakin, Ahsoka picked up the kids from school and brought them to the hospital.

Soon the prosthetist walked out of the room, he nodded to you before continuing on to the elevator. You waited a moment before going in, you wanted to give Anakin a moment to get himself together.

When you entered the hospital room you saw Anakin attempting to balance on his new legs by the side of the bed. You knew he was an impatient guy, but he really should have at least waited for someone to help him.

He tried to take a step and faltered, he collapsed on the floor with a heavy thud.

“Anakin!” you shouted, rushing to his side.

He was struggling to sit himself back up so you carefully placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Get off!” he yelled.

“Anakin I’m just trying to help yo-”

“Stop it.”

“You could have hurt yourself”

He snapped his head towards you, “Just because everyone leaves you, doesn't mean you can run into my life and play fucking house with me”

What? He hadn’t ever said anything like that to you.

“Ani, I’m-”

“Can you just leave” he seethed as he turned his pained face away

“Anakin, I need to make sure you’re ok first, I jus-”

“You are not my wife!” he spat.

That hurt, he never compared you to her, never. He loved you separately from her.

He loved you for…

you.

“I’m not trying to be, I’m simply-”

“No, You're just a slutty whore who had to go and sleep with her employer, that's all you are” he was shaking now.

What?

“And when I had my accident you took it as an opportunity to weasel your way into my life!”

His hair was sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat, he was panting, and wincing with every little movement. You tried to ignore his words, though the tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes.

“Anakin, please…. I love you”

“Well I don’t” he spat as he tried to brace himself against the bed.

You could physically feel your heart hurting. You tried to remind yourself he was just stressed and in a bad place, you tried.

“Please… Just let me help” you said, struggling to keep yourself together.

“Get the fuck out!” he basically screamed.

He made a jerky movement with one of his mechanical arms, attempting to smack you across the face before you dodged it. Your eyes widened and you backed away from him as the tears began to fall. You covered your mouth because if you didn't you surely would have let out your sobs.

He never made you cry like this before, he had never been violent with you. You Shook your head as you backed away from him.

Almost immediately as he saw your tears fall did he realize what he had done.

“Fuck, I’m s-sory, F/N, I’m-”

He tried to reach towards you but instead winced at the motion.

All he could do was plead,

“Please”.

You shook your head and tried your best to keep your voice level, “I-I’m gonna go get B-Ben '' you said quickly leaving the room.

“wait-“ he called out as you shut the door behind you.

Luckily for you Ben was just coming back with some coffees, he set them down immediately and rushed to you.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You couldn’t stop crying, “Just….can you go in there”, you choked out.

“Is he alright?!” Ben questioned.

You nodded and he led you towards the room. You shook your head, “Ben I-I can’t”.

He gave you a puzzled look, “Why?”

“He called me a whore”.

Ben’s expression twisted into a perplexed frown, “What? Why?”

“I don’t know, He fell and I f-found him. I was just trying to help” you cried.

He sighed, “Y/N, he had no right to say that, but you have to take it with a grain of salt, he's in a lot of p-”

“He tried to hit me”

Ben’s face changed, he shot his head towards the door and immediately went into the room.

You looked pathetic right now, you had to take a walk. You went further into the hallway and the twins saw you.

“F/N! Are you ok?” Leia asked.

You feigned a smile and wiped at your eyes, “Yeah, I, um I was just, It’s just allergies”.

She continued to study your face.. You sniffled once more and wiped your tears.

“I’m ok”, you assured her.

Now Luke was concerned, he came up to you and tugged on your shirt.

“Is dad alright?”

You nodded, ‘yes, he’s still kind of hurting from his new legs…. Why don't we go down to the gift shop? Didn't you want to get him a card or something?” you offered, trying to get their minds off of the reason you were falling apart in the hallway.

That seemed to capture Luke's attention and he grabbed your right hand, while Leia trailed behind holding your left. She kept looking at you, she could tell something was going on.

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Ben burst into the room ready to confront Anakin, but when he saw his friend weakly struggling to pull himself off of the floor he rushed to assist him.

Anakin winced as Ben helped him back onto the bed. Ben shook his head and put the oxygen tube under Anakin’s nose.

“You shouldn’t have tried to do that alone, Anakin,” Ben scolded, taking Anakin’s legs off.

A sigh escaped Anakin’s lips, “I know”.

Ben rubbed his temples before he resumed his original agenda.

“Now what the fuck did you do to Y/N?”

Anakin knew he screwed up big time, but the fact that his actions were eliciting profanity from Ben was another level of screw up. Shit.

“I-I don’t know” Anakin was embarrassed about what he had done, he was just overwhelmed.

“You don’t know?” Ben raised a brow and crossed his arms, “Then tell me why she came out of this room crying so hard she could barely breathe”.

Anakin’s eyes darted to Ben’s, “Is she alright?”.

Ben sighed, “She will be… but Anakin, this has got to stop. You can’t just speak without thinking; actions have consequences.”

Anakin laid back on the pillow behind him and let out a shaky breath, his punctured lung was healed now but he still had respiratory issues when he overexerted himself.

“I didn’t mean what I said, I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off.

Ben knew exactly what he was referring to, “You really shouldn't have said those things to F/N, but you did and now you must face the repercussions of your actions '' Ben stopped to make sure Anakin was looking at him.

Anakin’s brows furrowed, “I know.”

“I don’t know if she’ll forgive me…” he trailed off.

“I don’t know what I would do if she left…”

Ben interrupted his thoughts, “Don’t think about that, instead think about how to make it up to her. Anakin, she really cares for you. You can’t expect to keep her if you continue to push her away. That girl loves you and God knows you need that.”

Anakin screwed his blue eyes shut, “I know.”

Ben nodded and placed the prosthetics against the furthest wall, just to make sure Anakin wouldn’t try to pull that stunt again.

“I’ll go get a nurse” and with that Ben left.

Anakin tried to keep the stinging in his eyes down so he didn’t cry in front of the nurse, but against his wishes the tears fell anyway. How did he fuck everything up in such a short amount of time?

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(A/N: just an update abt the story, I really love writing this one and i have a few more scenes I desperately need to write (they r just so hnng) so as of rn, I don’t have an estimated ch count. Hopefully you enjoy the story and continue, but i understand if its too much. Also if it’s easier to read it on AO3, I do have a link in my masterlist :) Thank you all!)

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tadpoleboy · 1 year

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So I'm not usually a huge sharer, but today my cat died. Her name was baby, she was 17 yo & I had her for all 17

She was the friendliest cat I've ever known, everytime someone came over she'd be so excited to meet them & always sit on their laps. She loved to be held & carried (she liked to be tall) & screamed instead of meowed like a little demon. She really did mean every thing to me & I'm so so happy I got to be the one to spend that 17 years w/ her. Even people who didn't like cats couldn't help but love her

This afternoon I burried her & prayed for awhile, giving her back to the earth she came from & all that, & saying something I loved about her w/ each new shovel of dirt & then I decorated her grave

#reblogs appreciated #she was a wonderful cat & id like it if people got too see her

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houseoflibra · 3 months

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Saint Seiya: Dark Wing Chapter 30: Scorpio's Lethal Strategy

Page 1

Sanctuary, House of Aquarius

Tristan: - I thought I just heard something?...

Tristan's study

Page 2

Aquarius Gold Saint, Tristan

Page 3

Tristan: - (Did I imagine it...?)

ERROR

Page 4

Tristan: - (There is no way there's a mistake in the program I wrote...) - (Which means...) - The more I think about it, the more obvious it gets... - The war this time is distorted...

???: - Hey, little Tristan!

Tristan: - Ugh...

Page 5

Crematorio: - Yo!

Cancer Gold Saint, Crematorio

Tristan: - Ahh... - What is it, Crematorio? - I'm busy.

Crematorio: - Oh, that's okay!

Page 6

Crematorio: - What'cha up to? - I thought you might be getting lonely by now.

Tristan: - Huh? - Me? Lonely? - What are you talking about?... - (Sigh...)

Crematorio: - Well, since your darling Eulalia and your rival for her affections Vassilios have gone together to Japan, ya know?

Tristan: - What?!

Page 7

Crematorio: - You three have known each other since you were kids, haven't you? - And yet they left you behind this time, huh? - I wonder if right about now Vassilios is doing something clever to help Eulalia out of a rough spot. - She might be so grateful that she'll fall in love before you know it...

Page 8

Crematorio: - You know how it goes, right? People are dangerous...

Tristan: - If you mean the suspension bridge effect, I know all about it. - Did you come all the way to the House of Aquarius to talk about such silly things? - You must not have anything better to do, huh? - How about using your time for productive things instead? - You don't have as long left to live as me, - old man.

Page 9

Crematorio: - Ah, Tristan... - As hard as ever, huh? - But for real... - This time, she might come across the Celestial Noble Star Gryphon, one of the Three Judges of the Underworld. - Aren't you worried?

Tristan: - (Sigh...) - Eulalia won't have any trouble.

Crematorio: - Huh?

Page 10

Tristan: - We talked many times about how to counter Gryphon... - Even if she does gets trapped... - ...genius that I am, I've provided her with a strategy. - (Hmph!)

Crematorio: - Ohh...

Eulalia: - Aaahhh!!

Page 11

Minos: - Ah! - Finally, after the 100th one, I get a scream of pain out of you!

Page 12

Minos: - (Heh heh heh...) - I knew it would be lovely!... What a heavenly scream!

Eulalia: - So you fell for it, did you, - Celestial Noble Star, Gryphon?!

Minos: - What?

Eulalia: - Instead of breaking all my bones...

Page 13

Eulalia: - ...you should have ripped off my nails first.

Minos: - What are you saying?... - Your nails? Hahahah! - Why do that... - ...when I can just break your fingers?!

Eulalia: - (Now!!)

Pages 14 + 15

Eulalia: - Scarlet Needle...

Page 16 + 17

Eulalia: - ...Antares Kiiiick!!!

Page 18

Minos: - Aaaahh!

Page 19

Page 20

Eulalia: - (Ahh...) - (Ah...) - (I did it,) - (Tristan!...)

Page 21

Tristan: - Listen. If you're up against Gryphon, the first move is crucial. - It's best to defeat them before they trap you. - To do so, use the Scarlet Needle without holding back and aim for a lethal blow. - You'll be in trouble if you get caught in their threads. - But if you do...

Eulalia: - ...Tristan?

Page 22

Tristan: - I'd rather not think about it, but in the unlikely event that you get trapped... - ...make use of the fight up until that point.

Eulalia: - Hm? How do you mean?

Tristan: - Unleash the Scarlet Needle at full force from the very start. That way, even if you don't strike a fatal blow... they'll likely keep it in mind... - ...the pattern of your technique. - That impression will create a gap that you can exploit. - In other words...

Page 23

Eulalia: - Heh heh... Tristan, that went better than I expected. - It wasn't part of the plan to get caught, - but when I mentioned my nails, he was presented with these beautiful fingers that I flaunted so thoroughly. - It was only natural he thought of them. - This was Scorpio's lethal strategy. - (Heheh!)

Page 24

Eulalia: - Let them cut flesh and break bone! - I'll pull out all the stops!!

Tristan: - Achoo!

Crematorio: - Hey, get well soon...

Page 25

Lucas/Minos: - Uh... uhh...

Page 26

To be continued...

#saint seiya #dark wing #saint seiya dark wing #scripts

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certifiednatelover · 1 month

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Seeing stars-C.Sturniolo PART 1!

Songs that i recommend listening to while reading this series:

Where is my mind?-pixies

Runaway-lil peep

No more tears- Ozzy Osborne

Warnings:NSFW. If you are a minor or are uncomfortable with this topic DNI! Some angst? Fluff at the end! Lots of dialog. use of Y/n.

(NSFW IS THE OTHER PARTS)

Any disrespect and bullying towards me or my followers/readers will be BLOCKED!

English isn't my first language so I'm sorry in advance if my spelling+grammer isn't good!

no proofread!

words:1266

Key:

Y/n: Red

Chris: Orange

Nick: Purple

Matt: Blue

Olivia: Green

Others: Pink

Y/NS VIBE:

Summery: Y/n fall's in love with the schools biggest player, Chris Sturniolo. But what happens when he falls harder?

Chris's POV:

My phone rang for the 100th time today; Olivia's been bombarding me with questions about why I didn't go to her sweet 16. I open up one of her voice messages and I cringe as soon as I hear her high-pitched voice.

"Hey, bub. Why didn't you come to my birthday? I picked out an outfit just for you and you didn't come!"

God, that voice made me want to drive Matt's car off a bridge. I never understood why I chose Olivia. Hell, I could have any girl I want from our so-called "school" and I chose her. All the guys in my grade are drooling over her but oh, Jesus, they should run 1000 miles away from that woman.

I opened one message after another and they where all the same, some of them saying "you'll never find someone like me" and some "please come, I miss you, hun". Miss me my ass. The last time she missed me was when she was drunk at a club and she needed me to drive her back home.

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y/n's POV:

School has never been on my list of favourite things. Its probably the opposite. I put on one of my old band shirts and some baggy shorts. I'm not poor but I'm not necessarily rich, My parents work aboard a lot so I get the apartment to myself for months on end.

There are multiple groups in my school, I'll name them out for you.

1: Band kids

2: The stanley obsessed kids

3: The lacrosse players

4: Goths

5: Academically smart people

Yeah, that cliché shit. I'm one of the "band kids". Our school doesn’t really have bullying but we have DRAMA. Lots and lots of it, actually, It's mostly the Stanley obsessed kids and the lacrosse players that start it. I think you can guess what type of drama it is:

"Oh my God, Elijah, you totally just ruined my stanley!"

"Alex, let me wear your jersey!"

Yep, We have THOSE types of girls. God they annoy the FUCK out of me. Especially Olivia, all she does is pop a tit and she get anything she wants from her boyfriend Chris. Ewewewew.

I walked into the school building and I could already smell the odor from the bathrooms and changing rooms, I took one whiff of the school air and I felt nauseous. My friends walked up to me and I already mentally prepared myself for some useless yapping about them breaking their guitar strings and the gig we have next week. I gazed across the hall and spotted none other then The Chris Sturniolo making out with his "girlfriend" Olivia. I wrinkled my nose and looked away, I really didn't need to see the person I loved the most making out with the person I loathed, especially at 7 in the morning. Bloody hell, they should get a room, Honestly, it's embarrassing.

"Yo, y/n, you going to the gig this weekend? We desperately need a lead guitarist since Griffin fell sick".

I turned around as soon as i heard that familiar voice. I looked up and saw my closest friend Jett, we've been friends since K-garden and we both have a love for music. That's basically how we bonded, we're both 17 and hate Olivia.

"yuh i'll be there. send me the adress-"

I get cut off by Olivia screaming at chris about something.

"YOUR REALLY GOING TO BREAK UP WITH ME?"

"well yeah, you've been annoying me all week and I'm sick of your bullshit, your a homophobic little bitch and I'm finished with your BS"

"WHAT ABOUT PROM? DON'T YOU FEEL ANYTHING AT THIS POINT? WHAT ABOUT ALL THE THINGS WE'VE DONE TOGETHER??"

"I'm not going with you Olivia, you've bullied my brother for being gay and thats unacceptable. I'm disgusted by how I've always sided with you and lost multiple friends because of you. we're over"

Chris glanced at me as he walked off and i gave him a small smile, knowing that i'll see i'm english again due to him not being with Olivia in the janitors closet during 2 and 3rd period. Me and Jett walked to homeroom in a comfortable silence as Olivia stormed off into the janitors closet to cry or to call her father to pick her up.

2:00pm.

an hour and a half until the next gig. I sit down next to Chris's seat in English while fiddling with my guitar pick, waiting for class to start. Suddenly, I hear the door open and Chris steps inside for the first time this semester. I look him up and down and smile to myself, knowing damn well he won't have a clue on what we're doing in class.

He sits down next to me and raises an eyebrow when i quickly look away.

"You've never had an attractive boy sit down next to you?"

Holy shit his cockiness is sickening.

"I've seen far more attractive boys at gigs. Sorry if that bruises your ego."

I mutter as I turn to page 25 of my book and start reading the page.

"Oh come on. I bet you haven’t seen much. I'm the most attractive guy at school. You gotta admit that I AM a bit attractive"

I scoff and put my headphones on. God he was so obnoxiously cute it was sickening, I couldn't help but smile as he pouted and opened his book. He had a mix of confusion and flipped through a few pages of the book "private peaceful" with the look of pure shock displayed on his face. He tapped on my shoulder and whined,

"hey pleaseee help me with this work. I don't know ANYTHING about this book and we have a whole book report to write about this book. I'll pay you back!"

I groaned and reluctantly put my headphones off, glancing at the book and then back at him.

"how much you talkin'?"

I raised an eyebrow as be pondered on the price of my "tutoring".

"I'll pay you fifty bucks if you tell me about the book and one hundred if you write the book report for me"

My eyes widened as I head the price, I looked up at him with a confused expression.

"A HUNDERED DOLLARS FOR TUTORING? HOW RICH ARE YOU??"

I suddenly slap my hand to my mouth, embarrassed that those words slipped out of my mouth. He turns a deep shade of red and i instantly feel stupid for asking him. Of course he was rich. He was a bloody lacrosse player.

"I'm so sorry I shouldn’t have said that. You don't have to reply."

God I was so embarrassing. His gaze softened and looked down at me, smiling at me he told me:

"I guess my parents make a lot of money. Don't worry, you're not embarrassing. I'll give you my number. Call me this evening. I'd like to get to know you."

I look at him with a expression of pure shock and type is number into my phone while the bell rings, signalling the end of class.

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Chris's POV:

"I guess my parents make a lot of money. Don't worry, you're not embarrassing. I'll give you my number. Call me this evening. I'd like to get to know you."

I chuckle as she looks up at me with a shocked expression. I really liked her vibe. After Olivia created a whole situation with me breaking up with her, I wanted to find a new female friend. Y/n had the vibe i've been looking for all this time.

Yours truly, R.A.Y.Č.E.K☆🍓𖦹🍒𖦹☆

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sugurus-fave-monkey · 4 months

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Teaser pt 2

(Still a WIP but I’ve hit a block and wanna take my time with the actual smut)

So I wrote a little more and I’m just going to post what I’ve got going on for now. This has a decent amount of spice tho. Part two here

TW: MDNI/ 18+, Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto, no actual sex acts yet but mentions penis’, angst, PTSD, death mentioned, kissing, neediness, blood mentioned (taste), bro I just want them to be together, Gege when I catch you, not edited, not proofread, hoping to finish it over the weekend.

NSFW under the cut

“Yo! Suguru! I know you’re in there, let me in.” Of course.

Suguru rolled his eyes before responding, “I’m trying to sleep Satoru; we can talk in the morning.”

“Nah, I can tell that you’re awake, lemme in, it’s important.” Satoru demanded. “Besides if you don’t I’ll just stay here and pound on your door all night and wake everyone else up.”

Geto stood up, and crossed the room to the door, before swinging it open. “What do you need?”

Satoru threw up his hands and smirked. “You gonna let me in or?”

Geto moved out of the way,, and Satoru walked in, kicking his shoes off before perching himself on the chair at the desk. He quickly scanned his best friend, noting his lack of clothing, and dripping hair.

“Trying to sleep my ass.” Gojo scoffs. “Anyways, we’ve go a mission together, there’s this village, and apparently there’s been some weird activity going on, so I’m tagging along with you.”

Geto turned his head towards Gojo and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by tagging along?”

“Well, I kinda overheard Yaga talking about assigning you that mission solo, and I wanted to come with, since it’s been a while since we’ve had any missions together…” Gojo trailed off.

Geto could instantly tell he was lying, and glared at him.

“Ok, maybe they actually asked me to go with you, but either way! We get to work together again!” Gojo explained.

“So they think I’m incapable of handling a mission solo, and you need to be there?” Geto questioned.

“Suguru… they think you’re a liability, and as much as I hate the higher ups, and disagree with that, I just-“

“So in case something goes wrong, in case something inside me snaps, they want you to be there to put me down?!” Geto had heard enough, the anger he thought he buried rising to the surface.

“N-no,” Gojo stammered, while he stood up, closing the distance between them, his cool demeanour lost. “I don’t know what it is, they just need someone to keep an eye on you. You’ve been off Suguru, and don’t give me that bullshit about a summer cold, something’s going on with you.”

“Tch. I’m fine Satoru” Geto spoke. “I don’t need-“

Before Geto could finish speaking Satoru’s lips were on his own, his eyes widening. He had thought of doing this many times, but was never quite sure how to go about it. Geto parted his lips, allowing Gojo’s tongue to snake into his mouth, swirling his own tongue with Gojo’s. It was as though every wall he had built came crashing down at that moment, Geto wrapped his arms around Gojo, pulling him into an embrace, while Gojo runs his fingers through Geto’s hair.

When they pull away for a brief moment, Geto swears he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He brings a hand to Satoru’s cheek, cradling it, before pulling him back into the kiss. He’s rough, taking charge this time, biting on Gojo’s lower lip, causing the white haired man to inhale sharply. Geto forces his tongue into Gojo’s mouth and groans when Gojo sucks on his tongue. Geto kisses him passionately, lustfully, hungrily, almost as though he wishes to consume him.

Geto lowers Gojo to the bed, using one hand to support himself, and he trails kisses over Gojo’s neck, feeling himself grow erect. Gojo can’t help but squirm under him, wrapping his legs around Geto’s waist. Geto trails his fingers under Gojo’s shirt, feeling his muscles contract, one finger brushing over a nipple, before his thumb joined, pinching it. Kissing was no longer enough, Geto needed to taste him, and so he sunk his teeth into his neck, and began to suck on the tender skin, relishing the taste of copper as Gojo’s skin began to bruise. He stopped for a moment, to pull Gojo’s shirt off, and continued tasting the other man. His lips found their way to Gojo’s nipple, and he started licking at the bud, smirking when Gojo whined and rutted his hips up.

Gojo could feel himself coming undone, and he hadn’t even touched Geto yet, in fact he wasn’t planning any of this at all, the kiss was an impulse he had been feeling for a while, and finally acted on. But now he longed to feel his best friend inside of him, he was usually the one to take charge, and control the situation, but he wanted nothing else but to be ruined by Geto. Gojo’s aching cock twitched at the thought of being fucked by Geto, and as he watched the man’s head going lower and lower on his body, he didn’t know how much he could take. As Geto effortlessly undid his belt, and lowered his pants, leaving only his boxers, Gojo grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him up. Geto looked questioningly at him.

“I want you to mark me.” Gojo breathed.

Geto cocked an eyebrow before trailing his tongue upwards, over his abs, and to his pecs. As Geto bit down again, Gojo groaned, he fist clenching around Geto’s hair. Gojo watched as marks formed on his body, some bleeding, others just barely bruising. He used his hands to guide Geto’s head closer to his own, before Geto’s lips came crashing down, and Gojo used his tongue to probe Geto’s mouth. Tasting his own blood drove him mad, and he needed more, so much more.

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angry-scared-cripple · 2 months

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My heart aches for little Alex. Little me, age 5, wondering why people were mad at me when I couldn't sit still. Wondering why my stomach hurt so bad when my brain moved 50 miles an hour thinking about the things I did wrong. Alex, age 10, wondering why school suddenly was so hard, wondering why I couldn't seem to keep up with assignments.

Little me, age 13, wondering if I could make it to 18. Wondering why no one else my age seemed to notice I was struggling. Wondering why this feminine body I yearned for suddenly felt so wrong. Wondering why I grew curves and everyone stopped complimenting me on my skinny body. Little me, age 14. Wondering why I suddenly had all of these intrusive thoughts, why I couldn't leave the house, couldn't interact with others. Wondering why I had yo wash my hands at least twice, to feel "clean enough". Wondering why I felt so sick when I stood, why I shook so bad, why I fainted. Little me, age 15, wondering why my life no longer felt real, but instead like a dream. Wondering why my brain was suddenly telling me to starve myself. Wondering why I did it. Little me, 16, discovering the DSM 5,and putting things together. Little me, 17, wondering why my body wouldn't do the things it used to do. Why my joints would come out of place. Wondering why my brain wouldn't stop echoing the sound of my mother's screams. Why I would hide from her, scared whenever she seemed angry, hoping to escape it being directed at me.

Now I know. I've got the doctors appointments to figure it out. I know that I'm not weird, I just struggle in ways that others don't. Over the last two weeks, I've racked up quite the diagnosis list:

- POTS

- EDS

-Reynauds

- OCD

- Anxiety (GAD, Social anxiety, Panic disorder)

- PTSD

- ADHD

- Autism

It's a lot to deal with. I've dealt with a lot internally, years of telling myself I faked all of those things, that I was self diagnosing. That I didn't have real trauma as a kid. But hearing a professional, a doctor tell me that I was right, that's made me feel better. I still have a long journey, but it's worth it.

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aneliwriter · 8 months

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Warnings/ cussing, toxic Miguel, dark Miguel, mafia Miguel, villain Miguel, dark romance!!

18 mature readers!!!

A chapter from my mafia Miguel O’Hara dark romance story

Full story on wattpad username- @alexaaneli

Might be some grammar errors

"Didn't i said you should know me by now!" Miguel shouts and i flinch out of fright.

"M-Miguel, Please don't this, I beg you." I cry but i know it won't help me.

"You betrayed me Vanessa and i don't take betrayal very well." He said calmly.

He takes another step forward as i take one back.

I look behind me as i'm getting closer to edge.

"No." I shake my head, tears running down my face.

"Yes." He nods with a sinister smile.

"M-Miguel please, I-

"Don't!" He shouts again, raising his hands up in the air.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!"

"I didn't betray you!" I scream for my life.

His jaw ticks, As his knuckles turn white.

"Mientes." He snarls.

Translation- Lies

"No, I swear on my life." I breathe out through the tears.

He raises the gun and aims it at me.

"No Miguel!" I cry harder.

"Believe it or not Vanessa, Yo si te quería de verdad." He says with a straight face.

Translation- I really did love you

"Miguel." I whisper his name.

"I-

BANG

2 YEARS EARLIER,

"Vanessa, Please think this through, Mija." My Mother begs, as she follows behind me.

Translation- daughter

"There's no time, They're going to kill him." I say as i make my way to the door.

"This isn't a good idea, Do you know what you're about to do?" She sighed.

"Do you know WHO you're about to ask for help?" She says in disbelief.

Yes

I'm on my way to ask, no BEG my Father's rival for help.

The one and only... Miguel O'Hara.

Mexico's crime boss, the most lethal, dangerous, terrifying mafia man to have ever faced in this earth.

He took over for his Father at the age of 17, when his Father was brutally murdered.

Miguel believes it was my Father who killed him, after they had a fallout.

Since then Miguel has reigned hell with my Father, trying to take over our territories, his throne, his power.

EVERYTHING.

"Papi was friends with Miguel's Stepfather for a very long time, Yes they had a fallout but they looked out for one another, If i can just convince Miguel that Papi wasn't the one who killed him, then maybe he'll help us rescue him." I breathe out.

Miguel's stepfather raised him since he was an infant, he called him his son, to him he was his son.

He loved Miguel very much and when he died... Miguel also died that night and became this Monster that has everyone living in terror.

Miguel is very powerful because he also runs the Irish Mafia, due that Miguel's actual Father, Tyler Stone is the crime boss of his Irish organization.

He is a unstoppable force.

The Cortez family, who currently have my Father, kidnapped. Another family who in this world wants to move up and kill my Father, who is the last of the Old Dons, If he dies there will be a new line.. and that line starts with Miguel. If he FULLY takes over... Mexico will be in ruins... destroyed... We will always live in fear by the presence of Miguel.

"Ese Monstruo would never help your Father." She spits out.

Translation- That Monster

"But maybe he will help me." I sigh.

He has too, I can't lose My Father.. I won't.

"In exchange of what? Have you thought about what you're going to say when he asks what you have to offer him in exchange? That's how Miguel works Vanessa, He'll want something in return." She said sternly.

"I know." I take a deep breath as i open the door.

"I can't just stand and do nothing. Leo is not old enough to help him. He's 16, I'm the oldest, I'm not a son but i'll be dammed if i'll let anyone hurt us." I exhale.

"I need to do this, for you, for Leo... for Papi." I finish my statement with the door closing softly behind me, cutting off my Mother's cries, crying for me to come back.

"Y que tenemos aquí?" One of Miguel's guards licks his lips as he circles around me like a great white shark.

Translation- and what do we have here

"I'm here to see Miguel O'Hara." I try to sound confident.

I'm scared, really scared but i need to help my Father, I love him.

"He didn't call for any more prostitutes tonight?" He arches an eyebrow.

"I'm not a prostitute." I groan internally.

"My name is Vanessa De la Cruz, I-

"De la Cruz? As in Hector De la Cruz?" His face hardens.

I gulp as i slowly nod.

My Father is not really wanted here, so I'm not really wanted here. I just hope i can get a chance to talk to Miguel before his guard shoots me.

"You have 3 seconds to-

"I need to talk to Miguel! I'm not leaving till i talk to him." I stand my ground.

He chuckles as he shakes his head.

"You have entered straight into the wolf's mouth.. What a shame, you seem like a good fuck." He whistles as if he was mourning a loss.

He aims his gun at me. "Ándale , Move." He motions his head for me to walk ahead of him.

Translation- move

I gulp as i walk in front of him, staring at the enormous mansion, I'm about to enter.

The wolf's den

I grunt as i get pushed inside by the guard.

"Miguel!" He shouts.

"He's busy." A guard leans over the stairs.

"Fuck." He curses.

"He's going to chop your pretty little head of for interrupting him with his Putá." He whispers close by my ear.

Translation- slut?

I'll take that chance

"Call him anyways." He sighs.

The guard upstairs chuckles and blesses himself before disappearing to go get Miguel.

I look down trying to tune out the moans and skin flapping that can be heard throughout the house.

"Aww don't tell me you're embarrassed, Princess." He snickers.

The noises stops and we hear the Guard knocking on the door.

"Qué Chingados quieres Güey!" Miguel shouts.

Translation- what the fuck do you want guy?

I get goosebumps to Miguel's scary voice.

"You're needed downstairs jefe, Rafa wants you."

Translation- boss

Miguel opens the door. "Rafa better be dying." His voice sounds stern.

I gulp as i hear him approaching.

My eyes widen when he comes to sight, Only wearing boxers, marching downstairs with a cold stone look.

"Rafa-

Miguel starts to shout but he lays eyes on me and he stops talking.

"A, De la Cruz? In my home? I don't believe this." He chuckles.

"Victoria right?" He smirks as he looks at me up and down.

"N-No, My name is Vanessa." I stutter.

"Hmm, I remember you, you were just a chiquita when i last saw you, I see puberty hit you." He smirks again, making the guard behind me snicker.

Translation- little one

"Cuando años tienes ya?" He checks me out from head to toe.

Translation- how old are you now?

"22." My voice shakes.

The last time he saw me, I was 5 and he was 15, now I'm 22, making him 32.

"Has it been 10 years already? Wow." He whistles.

I slowly nod.

"Well 10 years did you good, Estás pero Chula." He winks at me.

Translation- you are hot or cute

"Not that i'm not happy to have you here, Chula but what are you doing here? Your Father and i aren't exactly on great terms." He chuckles.

"He's been kidnapped by the Cortez Family." I say.

"I know, I heard." He said nonchalantly.

"We need your help." I take a step forward.

He stares at me for a moment before breaking into laughter.

"What?" He laughs.

"Miguel.. My Father didn't kill your dad-

"Stepdad." His face hardens to the mention of his late step- father.

"He didn't kill him, Even though they weren't on speaking terms in the end, they made a pact that they would never come after one another for the families sake."

"And my Father wouldn't have done that to you and your Mother." I say.

"How are you so sure Chula? Because that's what your Daddy told you?" He takes two steps forward.

"Hate to break the news to you, But he lied to you." He says but i shake my head no.

"It's the truth Miguel.. My Father doesn't lie." I say softly.

"Please you have to help me." I say desperately.

"Me? And why is that Chula?" He arches an eyebrow.

He takes another step close to me and we are now inches away from each other.

I hitch a breath to the close proximity.

Now i know why people fear him, Just standing right in front of him is scary.

"Why should I help you?" He says as he looks at me dead in the eyes.

"Our families were once cordial with each other." I say as i dare look into his eyes.

"Still doesn't explain why I should help you." He taunts with a smirk.

"You can have my heritance money, It also comes with the shares of the business, you can have 25 percent more in Alchemax, it's not half but it will be more than what you have now."

35% is better than 10 percent.

"Tempting.. I can't say no to Money.. It is my favorite thing to have.. well second favorite thing, Pussy is always a number one to have." He smiles.

He chuckles when he sees a blush crawls my face.

"Are you really that innocent?" He teases.

"I'll help you." He says and i sigh out of relieve.

"Than-

"But first you answer my question." He puts his hands behind his back.

"O-Okay." I nod.

"Your Father would catch you dead, if he knew you were here and i'm sure your Mother wasn't pleased. So my question is why did you come to me? You could have gone to Gonzalo who is actual friends with him but you didn't. You came to me."

I take a deep breath before answering.

"Because you're more powerful, you're stronger and that's what i need to go up against The Cortez Family.. I need power to get my Father back and you have plenty of power." I say softly.

"Hmm, You're honest, I like that.. and you are correct.. I'm so fucking powerful." He gloats.

"Rafa.. Prepare some men, We're going to war with Cortez." He smiles.

"Simón." He nods before he walks away.

Translation- okay or gotcha

Miguel gives me a smile as we're alone for a moment but then a girl wrapped around in a bed sheet comes down the stairs.

"Miguel, Qué haces? You left me up there.. Who's this?" She mad dogs me.

Translation- what are you doing?

I look away nervously.

"I pay you to pleasure me not to ask dumb questions. Go get changed, You're done for the night." He hands money to her.

She takes it and gives me a dirty look.

"I bet you don't even swallow." She smirks as she walks back up stairs.

I drop my jaw as i didn't see that coming.

Miguel laughs at me. "Ignore her, She's just jealous, you're prettier." He walks past me to go change.

He stops halfway and decided to tease me more.

"Do you?" He arches an eyebrow.

"Do i what?" I arch an eyebrow.

"Do you swallow?" He deadpan.

My face flusters and i try to find words but i stutter, so i just look away, dreading.

"You're a virgin aren't you Vanessa?" He laughs.

I slowly nod, avoiding eye contact.

"He's going to be a lucky son of a bitch." He chuckles all the way to his room.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

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