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#im not suddenly ok with my body nor anything like that
urbuddynova · 9 months
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☆★It’s ok Y/n★ ☆
★~Here’s a story Ive been making to give an example of how I like to write! Im trying to get better at my grammar and my punctuation so I hope you enjoy! ~ ★
The morning arose like a burst of flames. The orange fiery glow of the sun emerged to greet the long strawberry blonde-haired girl. She groaned turning to the other side to not be tainted by the sun's glow. Nonetheless, she later caved in and awoke, her eyes fluttering open to reveal her light ocean-blue orbs...
She looked around her small room. It was basic but it did the trick. pictures of her favourite boy band were posted around the room, decorating the pale walls with their engrossing bright colours and teenage musicians. The girl was a huge fan of one of the more famous members of the group...To which their worlds will intertwine on that fateful day. Looking at the time she realised she would be late for the first day of the senior year. She yelped, uncovering herself as she rushed to her bathroom the wash her face. She brushed her teeth faster than the speed of light and tied her hair in a messy bun. She didn't have time to put on makeup. Nor did she even want to...Her name is Y/n...And She wasn't like the other gi-
A sharp pain suddenly surfaced from y/n's body, her pale skin cracking like a ceramic pot, she groaned and cried. It was all too much...Suddenly...The whole world turned dark. The scenery. The music. All lost in a white haze as her reality folded on itself.
"Looks like the author decided to stop writing the story...Way to kill the fun...And the author was even 13 years old!...."
A chilling voice could be heard circling the room, its horrific cackling echoed as y/n got up. Their body was pure white, the word "y/n" etched on their chest. They were small...They groaned as they stood up, brushing themselves off as they looked around the room. The voice spoke again like acidic venom being jabbed into their veins.
"Y/n #1407...We are not done just yet. There's an ADULT story you will have to be in very soon...However, You will be given a 5-minute break."
....No.....Please no.....
Y/n shakily gave a thumbs up to the voice and ran out to take their break...the room was like the one they were in. a maze of white rooms with no sign of life...There they curled up into a little ball and breathed heavily...
...I hate this...I hate this I hate this I HATE THIS!!!...
Every day of Y/n's miserable existence they had to slave away. Satisfying the vile and horrific fantasies of the writers and readers...."Your Name"... That's what they were named... No specific anything...They were one of the many innocent y/n's, "Names", and self-inserts that were forced to be subjected to the more "Mature" side of Fanfiction writers...The irony. Those authors were anything but mature...
Oh, how Y/n wished to strangle the throats of those pubescent, repugnant beasts of the underworld. Did they ever think to stop typing and ponder how would they feel if they were subjected to these sickening fantasies...The more Y/n thought about what was to come next the more their breathing quickened and shortened. They didn't want to go through that torture again. All they wanted to do was disappear forever...But if they did....F/n-
"Y/n? Oh, my days! Hey buddy it's ok. It's going to be ok...Breathe...In and out as slow and long as you can.."
...F/n?...
As if the timing wasn't even more perfect. The very person Y/n thought of was now standing in front of them.
F/n...Or "friend name". F/n was a kind soul. They had similar features to y/n, except for their more curvy waist and rosy lips. The word "F/n" is etched on their chest, mirroring Y/n's mark.
F/n's soft smile was like the glow of the sun, their eyes filled with all the stars in the galaxy. As they stroked Y/n's back in comfort...F/n always knew what to do to calm Y/n down...After all, they are meant to be y/n's friend in every story. But they formed a bond with one another over the years. So their friendship was anything but a dream...
Whenever F/n was around Y/n felt a sudden burst of rejuvenation. Like there was a glimpse of hope in this dystopian wasteland Y/n had to call "home"...
...Would it truly be a crime to say...They felt an attraction towards F/n. Where Y/n has been moulded and built to only fulfil the creators wildest imaginations and the desire of its audience?
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...Yes...
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Zothline awakens in a dark alleyway. It seemingly leads seemingly around a corner to a dead end. A place for nothing more than back doors and worthless cast aside debris. It smelled nasty. He held his hand up to his head. Were am i he thought. He looked around at his rancid surroundings. He was alone. No Ran… No Friela…
“Yea were am i?”
That voice! But where is it coming from.
“What? Its coming from me. Eh???”
Zothline instinctively shot up and checked himself over. It wasnt a conscious action, he felt more compelled than anything. He was checking everything.
“Ehh im a boy?”
“Well… no your not. I am, we kind of established this already.” He rushed his way over to a body of foul smelling clear liquid and got down on his knees to look at himself.
“I'm you! No way! no way! no way! no way! no way!”
Zothline shot up seemingly trying to resist the urge to panic.
“Calm down calm down ok focus.” he said slapping himself red on the cheeks. “Ok so we’re here we’re alive. We WERE dead but now we’re not ok.”
“Yea but now im inside you its super weird in here!”
“Look i know its strange but we were one once before. Here…”
Suddenly there was some shouting from outside the alleyway followed by the shrill voice of a little girl. He drew his sword and charged forth.
“Wait where are we going we cant run head first into battle already we dont even know were we are!”
“it never stopped us before. And im not going to start now.”
The streets are lined with cobblestones and the walkways are far too narrow for any beast nor animal to move through. Yet dispite this, many stalls were set up and arranged with steamers and ropes through the streets. it was like a small bazar of sorts. Despite the cramped crowded conditions a small girl was running through the place at full speed with a dozen armed thugs in tow. Some distance behind a good many tired looking armed guards haul after.
Zothline steps out into the street sword in hand.
Everyone here is human… what is this place?
He sees a conflict to his left and stand sentinel as he watches the encounter from down the street. A guard manages to catch up with the thugs and swipes the long hook on his pole axe in a attempt to trip a fleeing thug. The thug in question skips over the spiky appendage and spends no time on conversation. “Out of my way weakling!” with a quick strike he slashs the guard hard leaving a bloodless gash in his armour. The guard, unfazed by the assault stand ready to strike at a moments retreat. “Grrr… Grab the girl! I'll hold them here.”
“On it boss.”
The girl keeps running before coming past Zothline when suddenly Ran grabs her by the arm.
“Hey let go of me.”
Hey what was that for? She was going to get away!
Suddenly a somewhat transparent woman sporting ash white hair and ruby red lipstick appeared next to him also holding the girls hand.
“Brother we do not know who this girl is or why shes being chased. If we let her go the local authorities may brand us a criminal. We must stand out ground with her.”
He nodded and held his sword up as the rest of the thugs closed in.
“Good work catching our little one stranger. Now. hand her over.”
“No!” the girl shreeked.
Zothline grimmiced and staired daggers at the closest of the four.“What did she do.”
“Thats none of your business.” he steps forth raising a large studded club but Zothline quickly kicks a disloged cobble that had found its way underfoot right into the mans crotch.
He goes down quick but not quick enough as the second thug runs up and springs off the first mans back like a leaping fool. As cool as it seemed, his sword was raised high into the air and was clearly a sword. That is to say it wasnt a long reaching weapon like a spear and being airborn his lower half was at eye hight. Zothline swung his sword wide cleaving the defensless madman in half as both bits of him sail through the air into a stall that was. At the time. Selling definitely not broken clay pots.
“You bastard!” the third man cries reeling in horror at the sight of his comrade. He makes a sloppy swing that was more of a flail than an attack. His exposed arm was promptly cut off. The fourth man steped around his comrade who was holding his crotch and taking up too much space and swung his axe at Zothline who had his back turned. Ran quickly noticed and reacted on Zothlines behalf allowing him to accurately swing around to block.
“Parry this you filthy casual!” the thug rought his axe down hard as Zothline made a quick but poorly held parry. The Axe split his sword in half and narrowly missed him. As shard of metal flew around he swung his fist at the thugs face knocking him a few steps back.
“Gahh… your mine now fool!” he raised his axe again to bring it down on the hero who had no were to dodge. But suddenly his arm was caught by someone.
“Thats enough out of you.” the thugs face went bright red as he felt sharp steel poke at his back threatning to go clean through him. He dropped his axe. The thug with the missing hand sees his situation and runs past Zothline ignoring the girl in favour of making a swift get away. Zothline seeing the man running lets go of the girl and unscrews the pommel of his sword and throws it at the back of the head of the fleeing man. With a thonk he falls face first into the ground.
“Well done hero.” says a guard with a green plumed helmet. He steps up and removes it to reveal his face to be that of a rather mature human. Zothline was unfamiliar with humans and couldn't tell if the man was young or ancient for his kind.
He continues “Thank you for helping us aprehend these violent brigends. To what name do we call you Elf stranger from affar?”
Elf?
“Ran-Zoth” the two say at once.
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yyuuna · 3 years
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i’m not sure if your requests are open ( ignore this if they aren’t :00 ) but the fake dating trope witj todoroki and bakugo bdjnebfb
fake dating
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—fake dating with them
includes: s. todoroki / k. bakugo
pairing: various x reader
genre: fluff
disclaimer: lowercase intended
warning: swearing
a/n: i triED 🏃🏻‍♀️ i’ve seen tropes like this all the time but i still couldn’t get it done nicely but here u go,,
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—todoroki
despite having literally no idea about what’s going on, he’s no snitch
simply doesn’t care
will submit to ur plans because he’d think why not?? a friend is in dire need of help, so why shouldn’t he help?
ok, on to the story
as u were walking down the hallway of the school building’s second third floor, u spot someone
his name is sora, ur stalker during middle school—he’s rly creepy
by creepy, i mean he used to harass you with his undying love during lunch time, touching you whenever he can, bombard you with diabetes during valentines day, invading your privacy, lying to everyone that you’re together
a squeak make its way out to escape from your lips as your widened eyes stare at sora
thankfully, the joyous screams and boisterous laughs coming from the school fair had weakened his senses, thus not being able to immediately see your cowering figure
he was hard to shoo away back then
despite being able to defend yourself from him back then, him being annoying is rather intolerable
so u sneakily go down the stairs cz u dont want sora to notice nor harass u
buttttt sora caught sight of you—after all, you’re the reason he came to UA’s school fair
“[name]! come back here!” he yelled, jogging to make his way to you
ur run suddenly accelerated tenfold
u kinda caught todoroki’s attention bcz ur shoes were clacking rly loud on the floor
todoroki was just standing there, looking at u
he just got out of the classroom
“oh thank god—todoroki!” you gestured to him as your panic withers away
well at least until sora’s voice stiffened you again
“[name], let me talk to you.” sora grabbed your shoulder rather too harshly
“what do you want? why are you even here?” u back away, but he only gets closer
“what, didn’t you miss me?” he smirked, contradicting the disgusted scowl on your face
todoroki awkwardly stood there, silently watching the exchange
“c’mon, everybody knows we’re together, so i wanted to take you out with a couple of friends” sora took ahold of your hand, caressing your palm
honestly, you just want to go home
so your eyes swiveled at anything but him, looking for nothing in particular
until ur sight lands of todoroki
“shou~can we go to our date now? im rly hungry” u interlocked ur hand with his as u escape from sora’s hold
ok, he was genuinely confused but uh
“uh sure...” todoroki said
sora scoffed “psh, him? ur boyfriend?”
at this, todoroki’s ear started to heat up—and no his quirk is not in on this
he does have a crush on u, but he doesn’t know he actually has a crush on u. all he knows is that he admires ur strength and many more traits than he does to anyone else
“whatever, we’re still not done, [name]” sora smirked, his finger seductively tracing your jaw before leaving u two
todoroki obviously sensed the danger, pulling u closer to him
“i’ll walk w u” he stared at u
u two started walking towards the exit of the campus, not bothering to separate ur hands—which is most likely his idea
“uh, thanks...sorry about earlier. i didn’t mean to use u—well i kinda did but he’s creepy”
“okay” he casually said
nearing the exit, u began walking to the opposite direction, only to be stopped when he didn’t seem to let go of ur hand
“i thought u were hungry?” he asked
“no i—well yeah, im hungry but it was also with the pretend part, right? i mean, we aren’t together to go on a date” u chuckled awkwardly, though his face stayed indifferent
“date...? is that so....” he trailed off, looking down in thoughts “then if you’re hungry, we should go on that date”
he’s cluelesssssss
“eh? well sure i guess...?”
“okay”
that’s ur first date. by first date i mean there r following dates
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—bakugo
sooo im not sure if this is exactly fake dating but the concept is there,, skshjs i need more ideassss
kinda aged up? i mean u two r on an official mission
he’s the type of person who’s against fake dating shit because it’s “fucking stupid” but honestly, he inwardly don’t mind at all
anyway, the group of villains u two were assigned to catch was in a high official party (a ball of some sort), so obv u attend there
as u two were slowly getting information, leading them where u can easily catch them without getting the civilians’ attention, u heard one of ur enemies’ micro transceiver (walkie talkie microchip things on their ear)
“enemy is wearing a fur coat, has [h/c] hair that’s tied up, and is around [height] feet tall” said the person on the other line
the enemy’s eyes widened, but before he could catch u, u ran towards ur partner, bakugo, and pulled him to one of balconies
“what the hell?!”
“they’re onto us!” u whisper yelled, hiding ur coat somewhere while taking off ur hair tie
u heard footsteps, perhaps they have already found out where u both went
“there’s no time!” u hissed, pushing bakugo on his knee
“OH MY GOD...YES! OF COURSE I’LL MARRY U!” u excitedly chanted
“huh?”
bakugo was about to throw profanities when the enemies entered his peripheral vision
u saw this too, but the enemies seemed like they were still about to pester u two
lmao so u pulled the blond up, laying ur face on the crook of his neck to imitate a make out session
and ur right thigh laid against his hip before u pulled his hand to grab it
his other palm encased ur waist, helping u
u can feel his heartbeat accelerating as ur body rests against his own
and ofccc pda makes people uncomfy
“sir, we lost her” u heard one of the enemies relay before they leave them
ur breath fanned his neck as his ears figuratively burned
“get off, dumbass” though his words were harsh as a sand paper, the way he pulled u away, on the other hand, was gentle as a feather
“u know once the agency learns about this, they’re gonna send your annoying ass with me all the time for fucking missions” he scowled despite actually wanting to have u as his partner
“yeah...probably some fake couple missions”
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tags; @mayukhii @innersooya
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xiaoshng · 3 years
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request (cause im dumb and accidently deleted it) :
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“ dont go. ”
pairing : diluc x gn!reader
warnings : angst, fluff ending
word count : 864
a/n : im so sorry for taking forever with this, just went on like a week break, back and better now!
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when you came back home from some of your duties outside of the walls of mondstadt, you wanted to take a nice warm bath. you wanted to settle down a bit as you were too exhausted to even lift a finger. this was not you had expected nor wanted.
It came back to you that diluc, your boyfriend for about a few months now, had been previously injured due to his late night dark knight hero responsibilities. that gave you even more of a reason to hurry back to your shared space with him. even though you were tired out of your mind, you didn’t mind preparing some feasible things to eat for dinner. this would be a relaxing night wouldn’t it be?
“diluc. what do you mean you’ll be going out again?”
“I have things to attend to, s/o. my injuries can't stop me from stationing around mondstadt. understood?” he had his head turned to you, while his body was facing the door. you could tell that he was limping, that his injuries did in fact hurt. he was standoffish, what he always acted like when he was bothered by something. as he reached for the doorknob, you spoke up.
“you’re hurt diluc, you could get even more hurt if you step out of these walls again. at least until you’ve recovered yourself.” you didn’t mean to sound pushy, in fact all you wanted was for him to rest for longer. maybe even spend some more time with you, as it didn’t even seem like you guys were in love anymore.
you knew diluc had things to do. you’ve never stopped him from what he was doing, but as he slowly started disappearing at god knows what time every day, you were left always eating at night and putting his plate full of food back into the fridge.
“why do you suddenly start bothering me about my things? I have a place to protect, stop pushing me around all the time.” you stared back at him and stood up from the dining table. “I just want you to take a break! the guards are there for a reason diluc, can't you understand?” your eyebrows were furrowed and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh. again, you were tired. you didn’t want to deal with this. “those guards can’t do anything on their own! just leave me be and go do the things that you need to do. I'm going out.” he was facing you directly now, arms crossed.
“what do you even do everyday s/o? go out and talk to your friends? I dont stop you from going out whenever you feel pleased to do so. even if you did get hurt it's not like I would make such a huge deal out of it!” now his eyebrows were furrowed. he didn’t budge, nor did he rethink his words that had just been thrown at you. did you mean nothing to him?
“do you even love me anymore? It seems like i'm the only one doing something these days to try to salvage this relationship.” you stand a few steps away from him. was this truely what he had felt?
“I'm not doing this anymore s/o. look, i'm leaving and when I come back we can t-” In the spark of the moment, the palm of your hand made contact with the right side of his cheek. seconds in, you had regretted it, but maybe it was just the thing to bring him back to reality. It stung, and was evident that you had slapped him. his cheek was slightly red, as you could make out your hand print only by squinting.
“just…just listen to me ok? I can’t have you going out again and returning back here almost half dead! If I ever lost you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“I don't care if you don’t care about my well being, but at least… take care of yourself.”
diluc took a short breath in. why did your words hurt so much? had he left you so often that you felt so... unloved? It was only a few instants until he had you cradled in between his two arms. he did care about you. a little too much actually.
“Im.. sorry. this wasn’t what I wanted to happen. Im sorry. please..don’t leave me. I promised i'll fix this, I’ll take a break, I...I love you.” he was quick with his words, had if he said it any faster, you would have to ask him to repeat it all over again. “I love you s/o. I apologize that you ever felt that way. can we maybe..lie down for a bit?” he was overworked, his body was warmer than usual, and as you expected, he had developed a fever. you dragged him over to the bed and laid him down, while walking out. as you did, diluc grabbed your hand and dragged you back down on him. “I asked for both of us. not only me.” his lips curved into a small smile as his eyes were closed.
maybe you could lie down for a bit.
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ground-riot-jack · 3 years
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Number 1 | K. Bakugou |
idk what this is man, an origin story maybe?? idk bakugou is an asshole and reader is a badass
The ratings where in, this is it, the big moment. After years of hard work and dedication, you’re finally about to find out if you made it the number Number 1 Hero Spot. You walk out on the stage with the other Top 5 heroes, one being your long term boyfriend, Bakugou. You’d been dating since highschool and worked at the same agency that he created.
“And for our number 2 Hero, we have...Ground Zero! Number 1... Angel! Thank you heroes for protecting and sacrificing your lives for us!” The announcer practically yelled at the large crowd of people.
You couldn’t believe it. You did it. You were the number 1 hero in all of Japan and your boyfriend was right behind you. The lights of the stage felt like power surging through your body. Your large white wings fluttered in excitement. You took your place at the number one podium and felt warm tears of joy stream down your face, you feel pata on your back and can hear congratulations swirling around but you can barely stand up straight.
Soon someone hands you a microphone, the crowd quieting down.
“Thank you all so much, I will work hard every single day until my body gives up to make sure this great nation is protected. I’ve worked very hard to get here so thank you all for recognizing my hard work and determination. I wanna thank Ground Zero, for being the best partner and for helping me get where I am. It won’t be easy but I will take this number 1 spot and wear it with pride. Thank you, i love you all” You spill out happily, you turn and grab onto Katsuki, hugging him and congratulating him on Number 2. You’d both climbed so high and so quickly since you’re UA days, it’s made you happy that you’ve come so far with the person you love most.
Bakugou however, didn’t look happy. It was extremely rare to see a smile on his face, but at the very least you’d expected his bored face. But now, he looked angry. He looked like he was ready to level the city withy he scowl pressed on his face.
“babe, what’s wrong? you good?” You grab his large bicep, getting him to look at you. His bright red eyes snap to yours and you feel locked in with how much animosity they hold.
“I’m ready to go home” He spits out before turning and walking back to the car you’d both arrived in.
You took a few more pictures with fans before following your grumpy boyfriend. As soon as you sat in the car, you could feel the tension thick in the air.
“Ok seriously babe, what the hell is wrong? We got the top spots, that’s amazing!” You turn towards him as the driver head back to your place.
“It’s nothing” He managed to say through his teeth with his are locked together with how tight he’s clenching his jaw.
“It’s something, you’re getting ready to blow this car up”
“I said it’s nothing, Angel” He speaks, the name oozing in malice and anger. Suddenly it clicked.
“You’re jealous that I got the number one spot while you got number two. jesus christ katsuki, could you be any more pessimistic. Why can’t you just be happy for me that i’ve reached a goal i’ve been trying to get my whole life? Number two is in no way shape or form bad.” You huff and fall back against the seat, you watch Bakugou clench and unclench his fists while staring out the window.
“I have to be number one and be better than All Might” He growls quietly, you knew it was a somewhat sensitive subject, but you couldn’t believe your ears.
“All might? Katsuki, you’re 23 years old, you can’t truly expect to be better than All Might right now? All might wasn’t even this good at this age yet, you’re way ahead of schedule. You can’t be happy for me because you wanna be better at 22 years old than All Might was in his prime? You’re delusional katsuki.”
“I HAVE TO BE NUMBER ONE”
“THATS FINE BUT WHY CANT YOU BE HAPPY THAT TOUR GIRLFRIEND IS NUMBER ONE?”
“BECAUSE IT SHOULD BE ME”
“so you think I don’t deserve this katsuki? You think what? I haven’t worked hard enough? I’m nor strong enough? I’m not good enough? WHAT IS IT KATSUKI? Why don’t I deserve to be number one? Why do you think your were unfairly judged?”
You both stared at each other in silence for a while, anger boiling into the atmosphere. You understood the only thing that drove bakugou in highschool was his need to be number one. You were both adults now, and you were in love with each other. You’d hoped that you’d made a big enough impact on bakugou that your life and love together would be enough of a motivator to be great, the way it was with you.
You felt that car pull into your large home, and immediately jumped out, racing up to your shared bedroom. You got out of your hero costume and into leggings and a tank top. You took off all your makeup and picked the confetti out of your wings. You looked up as Bakugou walked in the room.
“Im not sorry that I’m not settling for number two, I never will and you know it, but i am sorry for yelling at you and the way I acted.” Katsuki grumbled while looking at the floor. Usually, his awkward and hesitant apologies warmed your heart and made you gush at how cute your angry boyfriend was, but now you find yourself staying angry.
“That’s not an apology katsuki. You refuse to be happy for me, even though you promised you would be. You refuse to even acknowledge how much work I put into this to be number one. I am THE youngest Hero to hit number one and you can’t even say good job babe. Instead you get angry and jealous and mean because it wasn’t you. Never mind the fact that you jumped from 10 to 2 which is THE biggest jump anyone’s seen in years bakugou. You won’t even let yourself be happy at what you’ve done, because you’re too busy being jealous” You poke his chest, finally standing in front of him.
“It’s not a bad thing to want to be the best” He crosses his arms, getting defensive.
“Of course not babe, I want you to be the best too. So why don’t you want me to be the best?”
“It’s not that, it’s-“
“It’s what Katsuki?”
“I made a promise to myself-”
“YOU MADE A PROMISE TO ME KATSUKI. You gave me this fucking promise ring and told me that you you’re gonna support me no matter what. That we were gonna work hard to get to where we need to go and we were gonna do it together. You promised me you’d be by my side. That’s the difference between us babe. You need to be number one for yourself, I need to be number one for us. You’ve forgotten that” You wipe your tears and move around the tall man in your way. It hurt that Katsuki couldn’t see this was bigger than his highschool days. This was your life together. You hadn’t spoken to All Might or even Midoriya in years, so why was it so hard for him to accept you as a permanent part of his life.
“Baby, i’m sorry I just. I get one track minded and I was so hopeful that this was finally the day. I needed so bad to be number one-“
“THIS IS NO LONGER ABOUT BEING NUMBER ONE KATSUKI, THIS IS ABOUT HOW YOU CANT SEE THAT YOURE TREATING ME LIKE A SIDE CHARACTER. I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND!! For fucks sake katsuki, we live, work, sleep, eat do and do everything together, so the fact that I’m not even one of the reasons you go out and do what you do hurts because this” You pause and gestured to everything around you. “This is the reason I wake up every morning, you are the reason I fight crime and your reason is, a childhood rivalry. You’re am adult now, you’re supposed to be friends with midoriya and all might and you’re supposed to be over this whole thing. This isn’t supposed to be the thing that drives you. I’m not saying I have to be too of the list but it would be nice to be on the list” You sigh and look at your boyfriend. You knew this wasn’t healthy to yell at each other like this, but you needed him to understand where you’re coming from.
“Baby, Of course you’re my reason for waking up and being a hero, I would do anything to protect you, it’s just I always pictured me at Number 1 with my agency and you and a family. I have a need, a primal urge to be number one and that’s never going to change. Doesn’t mean i don’t love your dumbass”
“Well I’m number one Katsuki, and I earned the hell out of it. I worked my ass off day and night for weeks and months and years so that I could have this. And to see you pout and complain and look me in my face and tell me you don’t think I deserve this spot hurts more than some cute little apology where you call me dumbass lovingly. So i’ll ask you again, why don’t you think I deserve this spot? What makes you better?” You squinted your eyes at the tall man and clench your jaw.
“Im physically stronger-“ You interrupt your boyfriend by grabbing his arm and kicking his legs out from under him, using your wings to flip him over in his back, pinning him down.
“You’re so close minded katsuki, that you don’t even know what i’ve. been doing for the past 8 months. I an the number one hero you think i didn’t train to be stronger than everyone around me?” You ask, hurt laced in your voice.
“Fine, you deserve this spot. You’re the best.”
“You dont meant that, I’m gonna make you fucking mean it Katsuki. One day you’re gonna see me and i’m gonna be the best and you’re gonna be in awe of my power and then you’ll finally see that i deserve this.” You push off of him and stand up your wings tucking close to your body.
“Just-give me a week babe. I promise I’ll make it up to you and I’ll show you I am happy for you, it’s just difficult being let down like this. I’m a sore loser and you know it.” Bakugou grabs your shoulder and pulls you close to his chest.
“You haven’t even said you’re proud of me yet. or that you love me. or even good job katsuki. You don’t believe i’m your heart that i deserve this do you?” You look at him, heart in your throat.
“I believe I should be number one. Every time.” Katsuki mutters in your hair like it was a compliment. You push him back, rage filling your body.
“You’re fucked up katsuki. I’m fucking leaving” You spit, throwing on a jacket and shoes, heading towards your front door.
“Where the hell are you going?!” Bakugou snarls as you move past him.
“Katsuki, I love you with every fiber of my soul, but right now looking at your face makes me wanna throw you across town and beat the shit out of you. I’ll be back tomorrow maybe” You mumble the last part, not really sure how long you wanna be away from your hot headed boyfriend.
“you can’t just fucking leave y/n, how do you expect to be number one of you can’t even stay and win a fight against your boyfriend.” Katsuki let’s out a dry laugh, causing you to turn away from your front door.
You lunge at Katsuki, ready to punch him until he understands you’re the number one hero. You two roll around fighting and spewing things typically reserved for villains. Bakugou pins you down on the floor, his knee on your chest and his hands holding both your wrists beside your head. You close your eyes and focus all your energy into your chest, a faint ball of white light glows from your heart. Ktsuki looks at it with realization before the energy is expelled from you and your boyfriend is sent flying across the living room.
“You did not just use Power Surge on me.” He growls. wiping the sweat from his brow.
“I did, and i’m fucking leaving and your not gonna say shit or so help me god katsuki, i will shoot a beam of light so bright and hot that you wake up blind, burnt and fucking single.” You use your wings to send you flying straight to your front door, you look back at your confused boyfriend once more before taking to the sky.
Bakugou began the cleaning process, shocked and confused. Why didn’t you understand he wants to be happy for you, he truly does, but his pride won’t let him get away with not winning. He decided to let you fly off to calm down for the night, opting to call and talk to Kirishima. The two friends ended up talking for a bit longer than expected, bakugou trying to get kiri on his side, not his girlfriends. It didn’t work however, Kirishima understood that bakugou would let his emotions cloud his mind, even when it came to you. By the end of the conversation, bakugou was almost has heated as he was while fighting you. He concluded the best option was to head to his agency and train for the night.
He arrived and decided to do some things around the office before heading to the training and workout wing of his large building. While going thru last minute files, there’s a knock on his door.
“Ground Zero, i wasn’t expecting you to be here so late.” A stranger smiles in Bakugou face as he opens his office door, his secretary smiling sheepishly.
“Who the hell are you?” He cocks his head and tries to figure it out before he’s told, one of those weird habits he’s picked up being a hero.
“My apologies. I’m Niko Takeyama, I work for the Hero Commission. How would you like to be the number one hero by this time next month.”
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isabellitah · 3 years
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Title : Our Wife
Pairing : Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female!Reader x Miya Atsumu
Warning : blood ig, curse words, attempted rape, torture, and mentions of death
Credits : to the artists regarding the drawings of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu found on the banner- i saved them from pinterest I think.
Note : do not copy or repost this anywhere else. I do not write Haikyuu!! fics anywhere else.
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Y/n Miya-Sakusa was scared. No- scratch that- you were terrified.
You wouldn’t show it to your captors though- your husbands taught you to never show fear- but Jesus Christ- you were terrified not only for yourself but more so for your unborn child- a child you didn’t even know existed until half an hour before you got kidnapped from your own room. For the past hour that you’ve been tied to a chair in the middle of the room, they haven’t touched your body. The same couldn’t be said for your face. Half of your face was covered in slightly dried blood; blood that came a wound you got when they slammed your head against the edge of your beside drawer to knock you unconscious, and a spilt lip that was still bleeding slightly from when they punched you when you spat at the face of the person who demanded your husbands’ locations and the locations of all your warehouses. The thought alone made you scoff- you’re no rat. Unlike whoever the hell gave your home’s location away. Your husbands were going to be so pissed when they find you gone and your shared room thrashed about.
Sitting on the wooden chair was become a pain in the ass. Literally. You couldn’t even escape because of the metal cuffs attached to your wrists, forearms, and ankles and they took your daggers away. You’re stuck and all you can do it wait. Wait for either your husbands to burst through the door or wait for your promised torture session and possible death.
Minutes- hours- who knows how long later, two men in black barged into the room, startling you from your daydream carrying knives with guns in their holsters. Well... looks like your Omi and Tsumu are too late huh...
“Ready, Princess?” thing 1 with an eyepatch said with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, “Boss said we gots to kill ye before yer husbands get here. Ye know, so they barge in ‘ere only to see yer bleeding body. Even better if they get to see yer naked corpse, doncha think?”
“Boss said not to rape her tho-” thing 1 interrupted thing 2, “what boss doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im. And besides- I wanna leave Miya a surprise for stabbing my eye.”
And just as thing 1 started moving towards you, a scream was heard from outside the door and echoed into the room, sending shivers down things 1 and 2’s spines. You, on the hand, smiled. They’re here... fucking finally.
“What was that?” Thing 2 looked around nervously. Huh- he must be new to the business. Poor guy he won’t make it far at this point. Thing 1 shrugged, “eh who cares? There’s no one we can’t kill.” he boasted. Dumb overconfident pig.
Another scream rang through followed by a shout of terror, “THEY’RE HERE!” that was cut off as a loud gunshot echoed through the walls followed by a series of bangs and clangs. The familiar sound brought you off guard- they brought everyone? You were sure that that clang was from Michinari’s favorite weapon- his metal bat. Where were you and who took you that they felt it necessary to have everyone here? You were brought out of your train of thoughts when you realized that all of a sudden everything and everyone was silent. All you can hear was your own heartbeat.
“Ah fuck it-” thing 1 looked at your form with a crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.
“Dude what are you-”
“Well it’s obvious we won’t make it out alive-”
“Wait what?”
“-might as well have fun before we die, ey?”
With that said he closed the gap between you two. You felt your mind blank as tears started forming in your eyes. The moment he ripped Atsumu’s shirt from your person, the tears fell along with the loudest scream you could muster, “OMI! ATS-” you were cut off as thing 1 smacked your cheek with the butt of his gun, “shut up ye lil bitch. Yer not leavin til I get my f-”
Thing 2 was suddenly down- a hole on the side of his head. None of you even heard the door open so that meant Shinsuke was here- well him or Rintarou since they’re the stealthiest in your family.
Thing 1 suddenly stood up straight and placed his hands up with his palms up and blocking your view from whoever was with you two in the room, “hey uhhh I was forced to do this, mates- it- it wasn’t anything personal, yea?” Sat on a wooden chair in just your undergarments and the remnants of one of your husbands’ shirt, you let a small smile appear on your face. They’re here. You and your little bean are safe now.
Rintarou stepped out of the shadows and from his voice you could tell he looked bored, “so... where is she?”
Thing 1 shook his head, having lost his voice the moment his eyes met the bored yet malicious ones of one Suna Rintarou- one of the deadliest assassins of the Inarizaki family, and prayed that the fox wouldn’t notice your bleeding form behind him.
The moment you let out a sob, he pushed thing 1 away and squatted in front of you. And he was not happy with what he saw was done to you-
He saw your bloody and bruised face. He saw your shaking hands and the tears you let flow from your eyes. But what angered him the most was the fact that someone he viewed as his little sister lost the brightness is her eyes.
Any chance the idiot had with reasoning with him was gone.
“Congratulations, idiot. You’ve secured a spot in our personal dungeon.” Rintarou smiled as he heard a sharp thump before the telltale sound of a body hitting the ground, “you didn’t hit him too hard, did you, Shinsuke-san?”
“Not hard enough.”
“Ok- let’s get these off of you before your hubbies come in here,” with that said both men started unlocking the cuffs trapping you onto the chair. After freeing you, you were immediately hit with the feeling of fatigue and let your body fall onto the person closest to you. Shinsuke caught your semi-limp body and immediately became worried but calmed down as he felt your breaths. He arranged your position so that you were laying across his lap, facing the roof of the cell. Rintarou settled himself beside Shinsuke after texting Kiyoomi your location- receiving an immediate reply that they’ll be there as soon as Atsumu is out of his blood haze. Shinsuke brushed his hand through your hair but immediately stopped when you whimpered, “hit- t-table- home.”
The two men exchanged worried glances when you stared up at them with your eyelids slowly closing. Rintarou tapped your cheek, “Y/n-chan, stay awake- how do you feel right now?”
“Aish of all the questions Rin-”
“B-baby...”
“Kiyoomi-san and Tsumu will be he-”
“M-my baby...” their eyes widened as you shakily placed your hand onto your tummy before falling limp in Shinsuke’s arms. He refrained from panicking when he saw your chest still rising and falling in patterns- you probably fainted from exhaustion.
“Holy shi-”
“Y/N!”
The moment the two saw your limp body they assumed the worst- but as Atsumu was about to yell out his rage and sorrow, Osamu appeared from the shadows and hit the back of his head, “she’s breathing, you moron.”
“I knew that, shitface.”
“Who ya callin’ shitface, ya pig?”
“Who ya callin’ a pi-”
“Aran,” Kiyoomi calmly spoke as he turned to face the hitman- ignoring his husband and brother-in-law, “lead the way out- make sure that there will be no delays. We must take Y/n to Motoya immediately- we don’t know the extent of her wounds- however they look... less than favorable as of the moment.”
At the reminder of your current condition, the twins shutted up, “Osamu,”
“Yeah, Omi-san?”
“Bring that thing with us.” was muttered with great disdain while his finger was pointed towards the unconscious thing 1.
And so they left the building covered in blood with neutral faces.
They may not show it but they were livid.
They didn’t miss your tear and blood stained face nor the the fact that your shirt was ripped right down the middle.
They knew what was going to happen to you had they been a second late.
“Hitoshi and Heisuke are already tracking the rats- we’ll have them in the basement by tonight,” informed Kiyoomi’s trustworthy gunsmith, Tsukasa Iizuna.
“They better- only question now is who gets first dibs on the assholes.”
As they settled into the car, Shinsuke told them the news of your latest surprise. He knew that they’d go even more ballistic were they to find out during the check-up from Motoya. But since they were in a closed and moving car with you on their laps, they couldn’t really do much except stiffen and let their rage grow stronger- and he looks forward to seeing what they’ll do to the bastards tonight. Shinsuke, above all things, is a man of honor- and what he hates above all things, are traitors.
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“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! PLEA- AHHH” Thing 1 screamed as Kiyoomi dug his dagger deeper into the man’s shoulder- forming a hollow hole of sort.
“Just a little more... I want to see if your bones are clean or if they need to cleansed as well-”
“Omi-omi~ I want my turn !” whined Atsumu as he crossed his arms and pouted at his husband.
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “you had your turn five minutes ago when you spilled acid onto his legs- it’s my turn now.” with that said, Kiyoomi ripped his dagger from the man’s flesh without a warning and grabbing a bowl from the prisoner’s ‘meal’, poured the bowl of scalding hot soup into the hollow flesh.
And as the man wailed, the two traitors squirmed in fear as they awaited their turns.
“We don’t usually go to this extent but what can we say...”
“No one messes with our wife.”
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captain039 · 3 years
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A dark beast PT2
Alekander x reader
Werewolf AU
Warnings: violence, light swearing, emotional, intimate
Grisha - Werewolf hunters
I can’t make my baby Alek the bad guy so Baghra will be! 😂
Last Chapter
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Part 2
You had stared at the man for a while wondering how the hell he got you to shift like that. He had ruined your chance of a normal life in a big city where you could blend in and work till you die.
“You’ve ruined everything” you whispered standing up, covering yourself the best you could. His smoke came around you, covering your body.
“How have I ruined everything?” He asked. He was too calm for this situation, this was easy for him, he was feared.
“You’ve ruined my chances of a normal life! I can’t hide with this inside me! I could’ve gone to the city and worked till I died! Now what i run till I drop dead or the Grisha find me!” You walked closer the smoke following you. You felt so exposed out in the open with this creature.
“You won’t run till you drop, nor will you work, you’re a saint” he said taking a step closer.
“That doesn’t mean anything!” You yelled before you heard hoof-steps. You frowned and looked behind you seeing light in the distant. Your hand was grabbed and he took you into the woods. Your feet ached from the sticks and rocks before he stopped and covered you both with shadows. You saw nothing but black till it went away. You frowned as you were somewhere different, there was no road or lights, no trees around either, just a large old palace looking building.
“What’d you do?!” You snapped as an older woman came out.
“No need to fret child” she said as she handed the man some clothes and you a coat. You held it tightly over your body staring between them. They held similarities in their eyes and noses.
“So you’ve found the saint” she said to the darkling.
“We can finally continue living” she added and you frowned.
“Hang on!” You snapped anger rising without realising.
“You can’t just teleport me to this creepy place! Who are you?! Why am I here!? I was nothing I am nothing. Im not some saint!” You snarled pain flaring through your body. You fell to your knees gripping your skin.
“So she’s new” the woman scoffed slightly as you cried.
“Mother” the darkling said glaring slightly and kneeling by you.
“Don’t touch me!” Your voice deepened and gurgled slightly.
“Calm yourself” he said as you felt your bones changing.
“She’s going to change” the woman said as you snarled your snout forming.
You laid under the cloak panting through a muzzle. You felt the cloak being lifted and growled, back hair going up and light emitting around you. You had nothing but rage inside, you lunged at the man claws in his side. You tumbled as he changed also. You snapped and snarled before he caught your neck and forced you to your side. You whimpered, he didn’t bite down but showed who was in charge in this situation. Your bones began to crack again and you howled in pain, it was more painful than last time. The mouth around your neck left as you shook on the ground. The cloak went over you again and he lifted you into his arms. You tried to fight but everything hurt from two sudden changes. You were crying silently as you leant into his arm.
“Train her” the woman said sternly and left. You sobbed softly curling your legs up the best you could.
“Can you stand?” He asked and you didn’t answer. You stared at the gravel aching your sensitive skin. You were leaning all your weight on one of his arms, barely touching any other part of him. You gripped his arm body shaking. You felt warmth though, a strange feeling go through you as he suddenly held you a little tighter and closer.
“It gets easier I promise” he whispered.
“How” you said broken.
“None of this will get easier, my life was taken from me” you added as you watched someone step out the building.
“Sir” she said and the man tensed.
“Zoya” he muttered as you frowned at her glare.
“You’re required inside, the pack needs information” she said scoffing at you slightly. You frowned in confusion as she left back inside.
“Bitch” you whispered and heard him chuckle. You didn’t think before you spoke and tensed.
“That would be my mothers third” you felt like an idiot and apologised.
“I don’t like her either” he said softly and an unwilling smile crept to your lips before you forced it away.
“You’ll stay with me” he said and you frowned.
“Come on” he encouraged and you slowly stood with him. He took the coat on the ground he lost and covered himself. He led you inside and through the broken hallway to an office area.
“What was this place?” You asked hugging the cloak.
“The little palace” he said and you froze. The little palace was a sanctuary for wolves till the Grisha destroyed it. Years ago it was home to the largest pack on this territory till they were slaughtered in their sleep.
“Sir” you frowned at the new voice at the door.
“Genya” he said and she smiled as you looked to her.
“Sorry to bother, I’m afraid there getting rather wound up” she said and he sighed.
“Would you take care of-“ he looked to you and you frowned. You realised he didn’t know your name.
“Y/n” you said looking to the woman who nodded with a kinder smile. She wasn’t glaring or bitchy like the other woman.
“This is my second Genya” he said introducing her.
“Nice to meet you Y/n” you nodded shaking her hand.
“I have to deal with the pack and I’ll be back” he said and Genya nodded as he nodded back and gave you one last look before leaving. You watched him confused before looking to the woman.
“What-?” You stuttered as she closed the door.
“I’m afraid everyone knows you’re here, you’re a big deal” she said and you shook your head.
“I’m not- I’ve never shifted till tonight I didn’t know I was a wolf! He forced me to shift somehow I don’t-“ you stuttered again sighing.
“He’s a true wolf that’s why” you frowned true wolf? Those born from the first wolves and not bitten.
“He holds a certain power I guess” she shrugged.
“But you also are born from the true wolves otherwise you wouldn’t have the power you have” you frowned confused, your parents were bitten.
“My parents were bitten” you said and she stared at you.
“Oh” she said thinking.
“Those born from the true wolf were sent out to bitten wolves to be blended into society” she said and you sat down.
“This is a lot to take in I know, for now just get dressed and rest” she said.
“Am I- am I related to him?” You whispered and she chuckled shaking her head.
“There were two packs of true wolves, the light and the dark, centuries ago they fought and fought before a truce was made between the dark prince and the light princess, brought the packs together with a mate ship” this was all new to you, the story unknown to you.
“This is confusing” you whispered head in your hands. You wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.
“I know it is, I promise Alekander will explain everything the best he can” she said hand on your back rubbing gently.
“Alekander?” You said and she nodded.
“His name is Alekander Kirigan” she said and you muttered it and nodded.
“Come there’s clothes in his room, they may not fit till we can get some for you” you followed her as she stood and opened two large sliding doors. The room was big, slightly ruined but mostly intact, the bed was big in the middle, a black quilt set, it looked comfortable though.
“Here just were these and I’ll have clothes tomorrow” she said handing you some of his clothes.
“These are his” you muttered and she nodded.
“Mine won’t fit you in afraid, I’m small for a wolf” she said and you nodded.
“I-“ you flushed but stared at the clothes before she turned around. You put the shirt on the sleeves too long and the shirt going to your thighs. You huffed trying to put the pants on, but they didn’t go over your hips.
“The pants don’t fit” you mumbled taking them off. She turned a chuckle on her lips as she took them.
“Just wear this coat, much more comfortable than this one” she said handing you a thiner coat to you.
“Thanks” you muttered as it reached your knees. You gulped slightly glancing around the room.
“Rest, he won’t intrude don’t worry” she smiled warmly but it didn’t comfort you.
“I’ll see you tomorrow ok” she said giving your arm a gently rub before leaving.
You stood lost tears in your eyes. You sat on the edge of the bed tears rolling out, your life had changed in a night. Your parents gone and now a so called saint. You laid down going under the sheets and staring at the wall. Your back was to the window and the rest of the bed as you laid close to the edge. You hugged the sheets close the scent of him on them. You ignored it, that weird sensation earlier coming to your mind. Perhaps it was just the power he held.
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xeo-kunsatan · 3 years
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MonsterOlympics One Shot (+13) Part 3.
A new morning have been arrived at Monster Maze High.
Sunday 9:47 AM
Room 69
Betrayus was waking up with Muriel and a white haired human woman?
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Betrayus:*Yawns* Morning Sweeties~
Muriel: Good morning Moonlight~
Beryl: Hmm~ Morning~
Betrayus: *takes air* Shit that was a crazy night yesterday... I didn't know that you were that good in this~
Muriel: Yeah dude, you were a beast last night~
Beryl: Tsk what are you talking about? You guys are incredible~
Suddenly that human transformed their body into their original form.
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Beryl Marjorie
Boss of Jewels Mafia
Age: 125
Gender: Non Binary
Species: Shapeshifter/Wereleopard (Hybrid)
Beryl: And tell me~ are you agree with this payment method?
Muriel: Ohh~ it's the best and a big honor~
Betrayus: Oh Yeah~ That human disguise was a good idea, as you know i can't give myself this adventures with humans, because you know.. Ka-Boom!
Muriel: i can give myself freely this adventures with humans but i don't want to do it if I'm not next to my Moonlight~
Beryl: Awww~ it was a pleasure to make business with you too, now you have a new monetary support from my part.
Betrayus: and it's a pleasure to have your support, Thank you so much Ms Beryl.
Muriel: Come here Everytime you want it.
Beryl: See ya guys *puts in their clothing and leaves*
Beryl have left the room, to then go to a limousine waiting for them.
Note: Beryl is the Boss of a Mafia but they mostly prefers to use their money to support places which needs monetary help.
At the School Cafeteria.
The students where still feel a little tense after that fight from yesterday, mostly of them were still feeling the hurtful words from Manny, Specially Skeebo.
Sir C and Roxy went to them to give them at least good news for them.
Sir C: *with a speaker* Uhum Uhum, A-Attention Please Students! *Sneezes* I know you have felt stressed since yesterday butbi have good news for you.
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Blinky: Good News my Balls!..
Roxy: Silence! C'mon Old man put more emotion in this..
Sir C: You're right Rox, The Hot Springs are Finally open for you, so you will have a better Sunday!.
All:......*Runs off to the Hot Springs*
Sir C: Wow, that worked so well..
Roxy: you see~
The students have run away to test the new hot springs
Note: there were 5 Hot Springs Rooms: Girls Room, Boys Room , Man Staff, Woman Staff and for some reason a secret one connected with both Staff rooms (Roxy's idea).
Boys Room
The boys were enyoing their new hot spring room, Skeebo still upset went to a shower next to a really worried Bradley.
Bradley: Foxy.. are you.. alright?..
Skeebo: *sighs*......
Bradley: C'mon you can tell me..
Skeebo: That stupid.. how he dares to make fun of me!!?? just because i have no family doesn't give him the rights to talk shit to me me! Nor even for the school!
Bradley: Don't let that affect you, you have a family here.
Skeebo: But not a biological!
Bradley: !!!!....
Skeebo: My brother left me, he was supposed to take care of me, we were supposed to be family.. and he still left me... For what!? To start a band and create a new family while I was dying of hungry and Cold!!!..
Bradley: Excuse me.. i know what are you feeling but i should remember you that my dad taked you to avoid that....
Skeebo: But what if he wouldn't taked me? Huh?...
Bradley: that's a Good point... *Sighs*.. Skeebo, please family it's not based by blood lines, it's based in the people who loves you and support you as you are..
Skeebo: *turns off*... You said that because you have your own parents and sister who loves you.
Bradley: Skeebo Please... What if he had a reason to left you?
Skeebo: *Hits Bradley* A Reason to Abandon me!!??
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Bradley:!!!!!!..... *Trembling*
Skeebo: *reacts* Oh... No...
Bradley:*steps back*..
Skeebo: I-i-i am s-s-so sorry SugarBun!!.. I-i didn't mean to hurt you....
Bradley:*slaps Skeebo* Don't ever call me SugarBun!..*sightly sobs*... This time you Cross the line.. i thought you already understood about that you already have a family... But im wrong...
Skeebo: No Bradley please.. you are not wrong... I am sorry!...
Bradley: I Know you are really mad and hurted but that doesn't mean you can take avenge of me!
Skeebo: I-i know.. i really so sorry...
Bradley: *sobs* Fuck Off!! *Turns into a Bat and flies off crying*...
Skeebo: Bradley... *Sobs in silence* N-No... What a dumb i am... *Sighs*...
Skeebo was sobbing in the shower while the others would feel his silent lament.
Spiral: Ok Those 2 fighting? That's new
Pacster: Not really, they rarely have fights, and when they have them, they always fix the things and They reconcile with.. you know..
Blinky: I Know but this time it's harder..
Inky: yeah...
Clyde: Are they would be okay?...
Skeebo: Can you please SHUT THE FUCK UP!!?? THIS IS NOT YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!!.
Farley: Ok he is really mad...
Farren: And that's a Mad Fox..
Farid: Oww~ they were such a good couple~...
After the shower, Skeebo left to his dorm which he shares with Bradley, discovering that Bradley wasn't there..
Skeebo: *Sighs and jumps to his bed*... Bradley... If i could... Wait.. *takes his phone to make a important call* Thanks to her i got him.. i hope she can help me to bring him back..
Skeebo called an already known number which helped him as many creatures.
C.A Cupid
Daughter of Eros
Age: ???
Gender: Female
Species: Cherub.
(No, it's not my cupid from Pmatga, she is from from MH/EAH)
C.A Cupid: Greetings, anything your heart wants to share?~
Skeebo: Hello Cupid.. i need your advices one more time but this time to bring my love back..
C.A Cupid: Huh, i think i remember your voice, Long time~ What happened?
Skeebo: You see...My Boyfriend and me had a fight but this time i messed up the things in the really awful way, he surely doesn't want me next to him anymore.. i didn't mean to hurt him..
C.A Cupid: Oh dear.. I'm sorry to hear that.. don't worry i know how i help you.
Skeebo: Please..
C.A Cupid: First give him some time to relax, and then Show him that you feel really bad for hurting him and for it, like give him something really special for you 2 since many years, the reason why you are together.
Skeebo: Something Special for us since many years.. alright I got it, thank you Cupid.
C.A Cupid: Always to help, thanks for calling for my advices.
The Call ended, and Skeebo was looking for an special thing to fix the things with Bradley.
Skeebo: Where is it?..
Betrayus: Where is what?~
Skeebo: Eh!?
Betrayus's stare started to hypnotize Skeebo to make him fall sleep and then take him secretly to a unknown place.
Meanwhile in Monster High.
Miss Bloodgood have asked her students to join a reunion.
Ms Bloodgood: Dear Students, I summoned you in this reunion to discuss about what we will do in the MonsterOlympics Event, the first thing is that all of you most behave and respect your opponents.
Lagoona Blue
Daughter of the Sea Monster.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Sea monster (Saltwater)
Lagoona: Ohh~ i really felt bad about them...
Ms Bloodgood: Me too Lagoona *sighs* Mostly of The Monster Maze High students have different and difficult situations at mostly of yours, their school is where they live.
Frankie: You mean, their school is their only home
Ms Bloodgood: That's right.
Deuce Gorgon
Son of Medusa
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Gorgon
Deuce: Even Knowing that i can't believe that Manny said that..
Draculaura: Me either...
Holt: Well in certain part he is right
All: Holt!!!
Holt: ok ok.. sorry
Clawd: Just Great.. Now thanks to Manny they already have a bad image of us as the mean ones...
Gillington Webber
Son of the River monster
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Sea Monster (sweet water)
Gil: *Sighs* Things will get so tense during the competency...
Frankie: This can't be like this, we most show them that as we accept us independent of our differences, we accept them too even if they are from other school.
Ms Bloodgood: Frankie is right, the next week the Event will begin, even if we are competing against them we most show them fellowship and support.
Frankie: All agree with you Headless Mistress!
The Reunion finished and everyone was free to leave to their classes.
Toralei and her gang was walking around the school noticing that almost every monster was watching her and whispering to eachother.
Toralei: Pfff, what did I do this time?~
Cleo: Oh My Ra, I didn't know you were like that Toralei?~
Toralei: Mew?~ What are you talking about?.
Cleo: Didn't you check out your phone? *Leaves mocking*
Spectra Vondeirgeist
Daughter of the ghosts
Age: ???
Gender: Female
Species: Ghost.
Spectra: I Hoope you enjoy this unexpected stooory~ *flying around*
Toralei: Huh!?
Toralei Checked out her phone to visit Spectra's Blog finding the surprised of that Spectra made a blog about her meeting with Farley, pointing them as an unexpected couple between a dog and a cat.
Toralei: Meww! No!!
As well her, Farley found out the gossip in the same Blog.
Farley: Woofy Shit!!
<×/////////////////////////////////////////×>
Meanwhile In a dark place, Skeebo waked up to notice that he was tied up.
Skeebo: What The!!??...
Betrayus: You Were a really really bad Fox...
Skeebo: Mr Betrayus!?... I-i didn't mean to hurt your son..
Betrayus: But you did it.. oww~ what a shame I have to do this...
Skeebo: .......*sighs as he sobs In silence*... I'm sorry... I really wanted to fix up the things with him, with effort and heart.. as I promised.. but I guess I most pay for not appreciate what I already had... Go ahead Mr Betrayus..
Betrayus:... Wise decision~
Betrayus hold up a big blade ready to end with the Fox's life to then....
To be Continued.
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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years
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Syndicate + gang leader au where Henry kills his brothers
Jacob x Henry because it’s healthier than Lanyon x Henry
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OK THIS ONE IM ACTUALLY GOING TO TRY TO STAY ON TOPIC TO AND JUST RAMBLE IDEAS AND HCS INSTEAD OF TRYING TO MAKE A GODDAMN MASTER LIST OF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN THE AU JFC HOW DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING SDJFHSJDF
Anyways <3
Gang leader / Syndicate crossover au:
Henry is the youngest of the three brothers, Raphael and Kent are nonidentical twins. Henry is two years younger than them and has always been the baby of the group. Raphael and Kent have always been protective of him and also love to mess with him.
Their parents were abusive, Raphael and Kent decided to take the opportunity to leave Glasgow the first moment they got and they took Henry with them. They moved to London and one of their uncles-- who owned and inherited quite a successful shipping company by the London docks-- gave Kent and Raphael jobs as Henry went to university. The uncle died before Henry graduated, and left the business to Raphael and Kent.
Henry did not talk a lot to his brothers while in University. He tried to reach out to them but suddenly Raphael and Kent were "incredibly busy", Henry assumed they were busy trying to keep the family business going well.
He went to visit them on their dock after he graduated and got his doctorate. He had learned a lot about the London "culture" and gangs from Robert (and Rachel) telling him everything there is about the London underground and the aristocracy. Much to his horror, he arrived at the docks to find his brothers dressed as Templars.
Henry was quickly forced into the Templar order against his will. His brothers gaslight and manipulated him into joining, other members threatened to hurt him or his friends if he didn't join, and it ended up being Henry's biggest regret.
Henry spent about 13 years in the Templar order working in secret for it. He was allowed to do as he pleased as long as he made poisons for them. In the meantime, Henry tried to make up for the guilt he had from the suffering he had caused by helping people on the street. Hungry, dirty, sick people who quickly becoming loyal to the doctor who always feeds them and gives them what they need to survive.
In this part of the au, Henry more directly creates the gang. He realizes that these people are willing to fight for him and they have placed him on a pedestal. He can't get himself down from it so he takes advantage of it. He makes sure that the Society is under constant protection and that the gang brings in money that can be spent on taking care of the members and keep the Society afloat. No Lodger cares enough for the finances to notice the sudden influx of money, and Henry merely tells Rachel and Robert that it’s “sponsors”.
It was only when the Frye Twins entered and began to liberate London that he decided that it was the perfect time to finally break free from the Templar order. He had long since lost any love he still had for his brothers and he would do anything to be free again. He ended up cornering and murdering his brothers in cold blood while his gang distracted the Blighters, and he blamed the murders on the Frye Twins afterwards, the very same Frye Twins that quickly would... Well... Realize that they did not kill these Templars and instead try to track down the murderer that blamed it on them.
In the end, they find their way to Dr. Henry Jekyll's office. Henry had done a good job and working behind the scenes and no one had really suspected him of working for the Templars, so the twins-- while hearing from Greenie that it was rumored that the Jekyll Brothers and Dr. Henry Jekyll were related-- did not know that Henry himself used to be a Templar.
Henry, however, assumed they had broken into his office to kill him. He had already resigned himself to his own death, he was not going to fight it. He had burnt every photograph and document he had that connected him to his brothers and he had merely been waiting for the twins to come and kill him. He was, honest to god, quite disappointed when the Twins seemed confused and instead asked him if he knew anything about the murder of the Jekyll brothers.
"...The murder of my brothers, the Templars? The murder committed by someone close and well trusted by them, the murder that went undetected, and that was later blamed on you? The murder that had slank past the eyes of public after a convenient gang fight right that moment?"
It does not take long for the twins to realize what he is hinting to. His voice his bitter and his body language is cold, yet it doesn't sound like he regrets it.
ahaha anyways i ended up accidentally just retelling the entire thing well time for some actual hcs about this au branch.
Henry gets extreme paranoia after having murdered his brothers. He swears he can still see their faces of terror or hear their screams of pain and agony when he closes his eyes and try to go to sleep. He constantly feels followed by them, but he is too used with Hyde, so he doesn't pay attention to "them". When he doesn’t sleep, they silently follow him with whatever other hallucinations he have at the moment, like Moreau.
He wanted to be the one to murder his brothers himself, he didn't find it dignified to have someone else do the murdering for him. He generally does not want his gang to murder people, only hurt those of necessity, and he still wanted to give his brothers the dignity of not having to be killed by a random gang member.
Something in him kinda... Died that day. His friends, the Lodgers, and his very on gang could all notice how Henry seemed... Colder, more tired, constantly exhausted. He refused to tell anyone why, though, and he still did everything he needed to do so no one could force an explanation out of him. It was not until the newspapers reported on the murder that people realized that he was acting weirdly because his brothers had been murdered. Henry debated snapping his own neck once the Lodgers began to flock to him with words of sympathy, unaware that he was the murderer.
He is extremely benevolent to his gang, something many feared he wouldn’t be at first. He has always been a kind person and that’s why people began to flock to him as it was, but some feared that he would... Ah, turn crueler after a while like most gang leaders. That never happened, though. He saw each and every one of his gang members as his family, and took care of them as such.
He and his gang began teaming up with Lucy many years before either met the twins. It was always fun when Rachel tried to introduce the two of them without telling Henry that Lucy is... Well, Queen Lucy, and it was always fun to act as if they had never met before and as if Henry hadn’t just been invited to dinner the night before. Henry is really good friends with Patrin and Elise.
Henry’s gang wear blue. The Blighters wear red and before the twins and the Rook started, Henry didn’t want his own gang associated or reminding him of Hyde. Blue it was, and it easily made his gang slip into crowds and disguise themselves to be the Scotland Yard.
Neither Brokenshire nor Abberline knew about Henry’s gang until Abberline started working with the twins and until after Henry was “recruited” by them. Depending on if Henry murdered his brothers before or after he joined the twins, Abberline and Brokenshire helped him cover up the murder. 
Ahaha wow Uhm. I keep forgetting how I format and classify these as rambles but anyways time for some Jekyll x Jacob <3 This is just going to be in general btw so <3<3
Henry was incredibly endeared by Jacob from the moment he heard about him. Something about a tall, strong ruffian bringing justice to the streets of London (and fighting Templars) was just incredibly... Ah, attractive in Henry’s eyes. He actually allowed himself to feel that because hell, he works for the Templars and Jacob is supposed to be the enemy, Henry hates the Templars, why not be incredibly gay for the assassin?
Jacob shamelessly flirted with Henry from the first moment the met. Breaking into his office to figure out who murdered his brothers and Jacob could certainly not read the room. Henry was far too gone that he merely huffed and flirted back... Well, until they came to the topic at hand. Even in other branches were Henry was recruited by them to make poisons, or where they met in a gang fight, and Jacob still shamelessly flirts with Henry.
Jacob tries so hard to be romantic. Henry is incredibly amused by it. He will be working in his office late at night and Jacob will pop by his open window to demand attention. He will come back to his office after having ran son errands and there will be bouquets of fresh lavenders, lilacs, and tulips. Jacob will constantly “force” him (or, well, bribe him to leave his work) to go on dates with him, dates that consists of wandering the rooftops of London and watch the stars at night or have a nice dinner together. He loves to spoil Henry rotten <3
Jacob loves cuddles. Henry was not very physically affectionate at first. He was afraid that Jacob would end up doing the same thing Robert did to him and while he couldn’t keep away from him, Jacob made sure to take it slow for him. Their favorite pastime is to cuddle on one of the couches in the train after exhausting missions, and Henry finds that he can’t keep away from Jacob’s touch for too long.
Rachel and Robert began to introduce Henry into the more... Ah, illegal luxuries of the London life. They take him to a fight club and are highly confused when Henry suddenly gets incredibly excited as he watches his boyfriend kick the shit out of people. He completely abandons them and practically fall into Jacob’s (sweaty and slightly bloody) arms the moment the fighting is done. Both he and Hyde love to check out Jacob fighting in fight clubs.
(Jacob post-fight is probably the hottest sight Henry has ever seen and Jacob knows that fully well. Jacob often uses the money he wins from the fights buying gifts for his lil boyfriend <3). 
Another ideal date in the eyes of Jacob is highjacking Henry’s carriage and abducting him. It’s all fun and games until he accidentally does that when Jasper, Rachel, or Robert are in the carriage too. That was not fun for Henry to explain.
After Jacob and Evie have liberated all child factories, Henry makes a spur-of-the-moment decision to adopt Clara (the child who wanted the twins to free the children in the factories). Clara ends up getting raised by two very protective and very lovely-dovely dads. She spends most of her time in the Society (while still helping the kids on the street) but Jacob visits her and Henry a lot.
Look I just want Henry and Jacob to raise a kid that won’t come back and try to murder them later on ok.
Anyways on to some other hcs. Jacob loves to make sexual jokes to Henry. Henry either acts dumb and as if he doesn’t understand them, or he will shot them right back until Jacob is the one blushing (or highly embarrassed).
Jacob loves to break into the Society and follow Henry around but make sure he doesn’t see him. He will be parkour over the ceiling beams and all the Lodgers will notice and get extremely paranoid, trying to get Henry to notice it too because clearly something is up, Henry will completely ignore him most of the time.
Jacob rarely sleeps because his work as an assassin rarely allows him to, but once he and Henry starts dating he always makes sure to visit Henry during the night (or have Henry come to the train) so that they can cuddle and sleep together, knowing Henry won’t sleep by himself.
Henry is always the tiny spoon. Always. Jacob loves to hold him. Henry is always cold and Jacob is always warm so for Henry it’s like being wrapped in a blanket and for Jacob it’s like having an ice cube chilling down his overheated body.
Henry gets overwhelmed quite easily, both in general and with their actual relationship. As dramatic and clingy Jacob can be at times, he always gives Henry the space he needs and especially in the beginning, when everything was so new and Henry had to take his time to process everything. Jacob is always patient with him.
Henry likes to create stuff for Jacob. It can be everything from new poisons to new gadgets, to something as simple as a painting or a hand-made sweater he did himself. When the gifts became more... Simple, so to speak, he worried that Jacob wouldn’t like them, but Jacob absolutely loves and treasures anything Henry does for him, although he routinely gives the sweaters and clothing back so Henry can wear them, and so Jacob can get them back and it smells like his boyfriend <3
(Evie always finds Jacob cuddled up with the sweater in the mornings when they can’t be together. She thinks that it’s stupidly adorable).
Jacob stays in London after Evie and Green get married and move to India. He would originally have thought of leaving London to return to the Assassin Order in Crawley, but ultimately decided to stay with his lover in London. After the end events of TGS, the two of them buy a horse ranch out in the countryside where they retire. Jacob occasionally returns to London as the leader of the Rooks, and soon they begin on working to expand the gang to other cities. Henry doesn’t normally return to London, but always eagerly awaits his husbands return. By the time they have retired and moved, Clara goes to University in London, but she always makes sure to visit her dads inbetween her semesters.
They get to die a peaceful death after having lived a long and fulfilling life. Henry died first, his body having gotten weaker after many years of HJ7, and Jacob died only a few days afterward. Clara made sure they got buried in the same grave, and their little farmhouse and their belongings (and their story) has been passed down from generations ever since. 
Lydia, Jacob’s canonical granddaughter that lives through ww1, is instead Greenie’s and Evie’s grandchild for this au/ship.
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myfeetkeepdancing · 4 years
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Warnings: Smut and negative thoughts?
A/N: Sit yourself down for this one. This is loooooong! It’s completely different from what I usually write. Still had an absolute blast writing it. 
Check out the request description below!
Requested by: @idwithoutthesuperego​:  Ok, but a fic where tom sells his body for money because he just needed the money and reasons. And male reader's friends buy a "night" with him without telling reader after a bad breakup. But they just click, and MR kinda falls in love n wants to do the "i'm gonna date you and get you out of that life". But tom is just like "i dont believe in people anymore and im destined to die in some alley being used". This is oddly especiffic, but is something i would just love to read about if u can, plz.
Oh, and if you consider being a good soul and wirtting a fic for my ask, PLEASE make a happy ending hahaha My heart wouldnt be able to handle that drama without the happiness
Tears dry up. Eventually. Suppressing the pain. Left with unanswered questions. For weeks they bothered your conscience. Hang around your neck like a millstone. A burden on your soul. Pondering. That’s what you’re left doing. Your day to day life slowing down to a grinding halt. Everything went on auto-pilot. While your mind pondered over every moment of what could have been. What if… And, if I…
 Circling in your mind forever. Sleep didn't come easy. Nor did any desire for anything. Friend and family kept summing up the logical steps of coping. Stages of grief. "It'll pass." Those little sentences stuck with you. “It’ll take time.” Each and everyone kept repeating it. But what value did it have? What lessons could you take from those words? For you are left with an empty house. An empty couch. An empty chair. And an empty place beside you. Alone. Trapped within your own mind.
 Pondering over every thought and every memory.
 That feeling of nothingness. It’s strange at first. You manage to go on with your life. Sleep returns at night. And waking up wasn’t at painful as it was at first. You couldn’t put your finger on it. But it could be described as numbness. Everything went on autopilot. And feelings were shut off. Barricaded behind layers of overthinking and mind-boggling thoughts. No sense of desire anywhere. The impact of a broken relationship was far worse then you imagined.
 Just comfortably numb.
 "This will do you good." Your friend tries to convince you again. Pushing the flyer into your hand. “For a moment, try to think ab-...” The words reach your ear in waves. Disturbed by sounds coming from somewhere close by. Ringing in your ears. Folding open the flyer, you see some sort of menu. You squint again, slightly intoxicated by the last few beers. This wasn’t some ordinary menu, like a Chinese take-out restaurant. You feel your blood boiling. Heart racing in your chest cavity. You peel your eyes from the fat printed letters. “Men of your choosing."
 “Give it a shot." Your friend nudges you against your shoulder. Seeing the fury in your eyes building, as you look up. "I choose this one for you." Pointing to a loosely attached picture. "He looks nice, doesn't he?"
 “Why would you…?" You mumble, shaking your head in disgust. “Get out.” Tossing everything his way. “Just get out…” Pushing yourself up from the couch. Pacing back and forth across the room, before turning into the kitchen. Raking your fingers through your hair. Letting the cold water from the tap, run across your face. Why do people keep meddling in your business? It's exhausting. A sudden burst of rage and anger courses through you, but it ebbs away as quickly as it came. Leaving you feeling defeated and numb again. Falling back into the kitchen chair. Gaze fixated on the moonlight illuminating the scenery in front of you —mind blank.
 Footsteps approach from behind you. You’ve heard the door open and close. You assumed your friend left. But an unknown voice calls to you. "Hey…"
 "You can go." You respond instantly; without looking,  waving him away. "Please." Releasing an unintended long sigh. Sinking deeper into the chair. Your gaze fixated on the endless void in front of you.
 "I can't." The voice says calm and controlled. "I'm booked for the entire night."
 "I don't care." Shrugging your shoulders. "Please just leave me be. Tip yourself on the way out, wallet is in my coat." You just sit there, sulking in your own misery.
 It's quiet for a good moment. You guess he's probably still there. Standing a few feet behind you.
“You’re awfully calm for a situation like this.”
 "Right…" You chuckle to yourself. “Thanks.”
 "Your friend told me." Hearing his footsteps approach instead of fading away, sending you an uneasy feeling down your spine. "It's ok…" You hear him right behind you. “He means well.” Your body jolts up in the chair, as his hands rest upon your shoulders. His hands just rest. Nothing more. Yet you feel every touch of his finger, every point of contact upon your body. A weird sensation. Even more, as his thumbs begin pressing and rolling around the lower part of your neck. Rubbing your skin. Slowly massaging your sore muscles. A sudden involuntary grunt escapes you.  "I know it's difficult."
 "I… I don't know if… I…" You try to shake the thought of it out of your mind. It conflicted deeply within you. Yet, his touch. So simple, yet strangely satisfying. A different kind of emotion began to rise. Something that had been locked away, far and deep.
 "Please…" He says with subtlety and kindness in his voice. And as he moves past you. The man came into view. Your eyes are somehow captivated by first sight. As he sinks down onto his knees. A thin smile cracked his wistful glance. "It's going to be okay."
 He looked so young, yet worn in a way you couldn't put your finger on. A sorrowful face you had never seen. Long, brown curls gracefully tumbled down his head. The contours of his face were absolutely stunningly shaped. The thin lips and sharp jawline. A work of art. A little imperfection on his right brow. Small hairs rebelling against the flow. Yet his face drained with a gaunt stare. The eyes didn't fool you. Set deep into his face. Small and brown, caramel-like of color. They showed little signs of life left in them. Hollow. Like a flame died out long ago. A spark long lost. A view into the past what once used to be. It lost its touch. It’s humanity...
 Yet, somehow you feel magically drawn to those sorrowful and silent features. Most fascinating, almost hypnotizing. The moment of eye contact was unexpected long. His touch sending you back reality.
 With both his hand on your inner thigh, slowly rubbing his way upwards. The touch of his fingers sends shudders through your systems. They felt so warm. You close your eyes for a moment, shielding your crotch. A moment of insecurity. You couldn't do this. This feeling. Your body, its sending signals you haven't felt in ages. "I… I… don't think I'm ready for this, I'm sorry…"  
 “I get that.” He says, while with one hand lifting your chin. You feel his soft fingers on your cheek. The first touch of a man in months. Your heart flutters excitingly.  And before you open your eyes to meet his. His lips tenderly grace yours. For a brief moment, they join each other. Soft as a cushion, and so warm. It happens quickly. But you want it to last forever. As he disconnects, his dark brown eyes stare at you with compassion. "Your body is, though." He smiles thinly, interlacing his fingers with yours. Gently rubbing down onto your growing bulge.
 “W-Wh …” You stutter and try to protest. But your hands pull back slowly, bit by bit.
 He seats himself back on the floor, spreading your legs apart. Positioning himself closer. With care, he begins to remove your belt. Halting at the first button of your pants. "Try to relax."
 You hesitantly look on. As the zipper opens up. Latching both fingers on the band of your underwear, he slowly pulls in down. Removing your pants, revealing your member, semi-hard. Waiting for the action.
 Leaning forward, he tilts his head and slowly begins working. One simple touch and you were gone. This soft, warm tongue, stroking gently along your length. In a matter of seconds, it's standing full mast. Wrapping his fingers along the base, he continues at a slow pace. Meanwhile, your heart was beating like crazy against your ribcage. You're breathing fastened and irregular.
 “W-What’s your name?” You interrupt. His eyes connect with yours as he looks up through his laces. But doesn’t respond. “P-Please…” You whimper softly.
 He stops, holding your length in one hand. “I’m Tom.” Wetting his lips as he watches you struggle. “You doing alright?”
 You nod quickly, struggling to get your words out. Swallowing the lump in your throat. “T-T-T…om”
 But before you manage to utter another word. He brings his tongue in contact with your tip. Keeping eye contact with you. With a few simple licks, slicking it wet with his saliva. The sensation of his tongue working his way round and round your tip was tantalizing. But the sudden, slide of your tip past his lips and down into his mouth was heavenly. Your body tenses up, hip bucking into his grasp. Moaning his name in response. With your hands clamped to the side of the chair, your fingers digging deep into the wood. Turning your knuckles white, the muscles in your arm cramping up as you can't hold up. You shudder from pure bliss. Only a few strokes up and down with his hands combined with his mouth made you groan deeper and deeper.
 Your eyes widen as he suddenly stops. He rises to his feet, keeps his gaze at you, and with both hands lifting the hoodie over his head. And as the hoodie came off, your eyes hunger for every bit of exposed skin you could possibly find. Giving you a glimpse of a well-trained body. A sneak-peek of a six-pack. Broad shoulders, pecks shining through the shirt. Leaving a much revealing, loosely hanging shirt on his figure. But you feel somewhat caught the moment you get eye contact with him again. His expression was painful to watch. You could almost sense his disappointment. His misery. It's only then you realize the shame. The realization hits you that you view him as an object. As lust.
 "It's ok." Seeing his eyes soften before you, followed by a small smile.
 But it's only a split second before he's back at you again. You can't help but peak past his face down into his shirt. Past his collarbone, onto his muscular torso. God…  
 You snap back to reality, feeling his hand reach for yours. Pulling it from your side. "Hold my hair."
 "W-What…?"
 "Fuck my throat." Sliding his mouth over your member again. Slowly picking up pace. "Go on." He gurgles. Keeping eye contact the whole time.
 “Why are you doing this, Tom?” You ask with a slight tone of disappointment. "You seem so out of place." Lifting his face from your member. "Terribly out of place."
 "Please don't (Y/N)." The mention of your name makes you blush.
 "No, Tom. This isn’t right." You point at his shirt. “Let me look at you.”
 "Wha…-" He sighs, hanging his head down in shame. "No, please don't."
 "Tom, I mean no wrong." You couldn’t help yourself. You could foreshadow what was beneath that shirt. Being in that sort of business took its toll. You caught a glimpse of it when he got rid of his hoodie.
 His gaze was stuck to the floor for a moment. Contemplating on his actions. Before taking to his feet. Slow and defeated. Averting your gaze before turning around. With crossed arms, he takes the corners of his shirt. And pulls it over his head. Waiting for your reaction. You swallow the lump in your throat once again. Seeing the small spots of discolored skin on his back. The bruises. Some larger than the other. Some bright red, the others darkened. The words stock in your throat, feeling the tears well in your eyes. The thought of him suffering by the hands of others made you sick. The poor thing.
 You rise to your feet, closing the distance between you and him. Gracing your fingers on the bruises. “Do they… hurt you?” Tracing your fingers down his side. Partly feeling the muscles under your fingers. But the fact that he didn’t answer your question made you more than worried.
 “Promise me one thing, (Y/N)…” He stops your hand from trailing along the side of his figure. Resting his hand on yours. He’s glowing. Warm to the touch. You can’t help but close the distance. Placing your other hand on his hip.
 With a thin smile, he turns around. Your eyes take in every inch, from his pecs to his abs. A breathtaking body stood in front of you. Strong and masculine. But not too big. "God…" You awe. "You're g-gorgeous-..." Your throat falls dry at the sight. You feel flutters deep down. “I… I’m sorry.”
 “It’s okay.”
 Small bruises dotted down his side. Dark from color, pain from long ago. "Tom…" You mutter worryingly. All the time you awed at his body, he averted his eyes. Looking aside. You now understand why. As your eyes sink lower and lower. You spot the bulge in his pants. Impossible to hide. "Are you…" Not finishing your question because of the obvious. The red rushing to his cheeks.
 He still nods in acknowledgment. "I…I… never had this happen before.”
 “Do you…” A finger on your lips silences your words. Stepping very close to you, spotting his watery eyes up close.
"Yes! Yes, I do!" He confessed, with tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Shaking as he struggles to get his words out. "But promise me…that when…” His nostrils flaring. “-This will never work (Y/N)…" Smashing his lips into yours. You didn’t want to listen to his words. None of it. His arms reach around you, pulling you in. Wrapping your own around him, feeling every part of his skin. Pressed tight against him. Ripping the remaining clothes off your body. You just wanted to feel that perfect body. And so did he, roving his hands all over yours.
 Every kiss has a raw intensity. There’s just too much skin and too few hands and tongues to worship it all. Both your bodies collide against each other completely naked. His firm and rigid cock pressing against your skin. It glides through your hand as wet as it can be. Tom jerking you off at the same time. Moans and grunts fill the room. Tom’s member too slippery to even get a hold of. The sight of it makes you weak in the knees. The chair behind you topples over from your vicious play. As you stumble out of the kitchen. Against the doorpost, over the couch. Towards the bedroom.
 Together you fall onto the mattress. Rolling back and forth. An intense play of hands and lips. Dry humping against each other. You both can't get enough of each other. His lips kissing every inch of skin. Forcing his weight onto you, making you lay flat on your back. He arches back, and sensually starts grinding his pelvis onto yours. Rubbing your balls and cock together into a soaking wet mess. He must have done this hundreds of times. It looked so smooth and sensual. Moaning softly as he held both of your members together. With gentle hands, but a firm grasp nonetheless. Thrusting both cocks through his hand. His fingers teasing the ridges along the lengths. Spreading the pre-cum with the pad of his thumb. Looking at his face, he's so concentrated that you once again get caught staring at him.
 Both moaning, the air is thick of pheromones, the smell seeping into your mind. Both wanting it badly. As he locks eyes again, he smoothly reaches round with one hand. He seemed really flexible, propped on his knees. Arching backward as he lifts his ass up, guiding your tip to his entrance. A slight resistance gave way, allowing you to slide far and deep into him. The moment you sheath yourself into him deeper and deeper, you watch on as he shudders. Contorting his face. Both hands cling to your chest. With both his hands resting on your torso, the fingers dig deep and hard into your skin. Feeling his shaking and shuddering throughout your body. He closes his eyes for a moment, moaning your name in pleasure. And sinks further forwards to your chest. Panting heavily. After regaining himself, he adjusts his hands on your shoulder. And locks lips with yours. "Y-You… f-feel amazing." Moaning into the kiss. The praise turning you on immensely. Growing impossibly large inside of him.
 And so he slowly begins grinding his hips back and forth with your shaft deep inside him. Feeling yourself widen him further and further. Tom’s moans become long and raw. Sitting up straight again, he takes one hand and forces your cock deeper into him. Reaching further and deeper. While trying to clench his cheeks around you. Hitting different and deeper spots. The sudden increase in pressure and warmth were becoming too much. Not only for you. You see Tom's mouth fall open, gasping for air, his eyes shut tight from ecstasy. His other hand caresses the skin of his neck.
 Your grunts become shorter and shallow. You’re a lost cause. Your mind is blank, completely lost at the sexual pleasure coursing through your body. Racing towards your climax. Both hands clinging to his hips, but your strength wasn’t helping much.
 Tom could feel it coming. Your balls churn. A pent up force, craving to be released. And all it takes is a look into each other’s eyes for you to fill him up. And before you tip the point of no return. He picks up the pace. Making sure to milk every drop by clenching his cheeks harder on you. A loud gasp follows. Shuddering your body to the very core. Your hands dig deep into the side of his hips. The splashing inside is intense as you cum, spilling all over. And Tom just keeps riding. Until you just turn limb. Gasping out his name.
 "Felt good?" He asks, breathing heavily, watching his chest heave up and down. A smile on his face. You again realize what a beautiful person he was. His body atop of yours, glistening with sweat. And a damn cute smile.
 “Out of this world.” You pant, laying your head to rest on the cushion. “You’re incredible.”
 "Good." Cupping your cheeks with both hands and kissing you. The smile on his face was larger than you'd ever seen. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." You notice a sudden sparkle flaring in his eyes. Something igniting deep within.
 "How about you…?" Eyeing his erection. "You didn't blow your load." Wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling him towards you for a slow and passionate kiss.
 "Don't you worry, I did enjoy it very much." He smiled. "More then I should." Pushing strands of hair from your forehead. "I was close…" He confesses softly.
 "Then why didn't you keep going?"
 "Because that would hurt you…" He blushed.
 "How?"
 "You can't just keep going if you blow your load. At first, it's really sensitive, but then it becomes increasingly itchy, to a point it feels like it burns. Quite painful."
 You're both lost in each other’s gaze. As he falls beside you, curling up to cuddle. Tom resting on your chest. Your fingers playing with the brown silky smooth curls of his. "What can I do to make you feel good?" You whisper to him.
 "You already did." Pressing a soft kiss on your lips. You can't help but notice the way he smiled. It's wholesome. To the point of a complete cuteness.
 "Tom, I want you to feel good too." Slowly tracing your fingers up and down his spine. "Because that smile suits you."
 "But, I don't want to hurt you (Y/N)." He looks up with a growing expression of worry on his face.
 "It won't, Tom." Cupping his cheek. "I want to feel you."
Through all the glistening sweat and wetness on your bodies. You feel his length grow against your thigh. Yourself following along. "Give it to me, baby…" You whisper close to his ear.
 Tom helps himself on his knees. His member standing fully erect, ready for you. A jolt of excitement shoots through you at the sight. It's been forever since you've been pleasured since your break up. Something you actually look forward to now. So you roll onto your knees. "Wait…" You look back at Tom. "Turn over."
 On your back again, eager and waiting, Tom takes you by the hips. Reeling you in. Positioning himself behind you. And turns you on your side.  “This is most comfortable for you.” Kneading your ass cheeks with gentle hands. Captivated by your hole. “Alright?”
 You can’t help but chuckle at his carefulness. How soft and tenderly he was approaching you. Putting a cushion under your hips. Rearranging the sheets. Therefore receiving a semi frowned questioning look from Tom.
 “Sweety, I know what you’re going to do.” You give him a reassuring smile. “I’m ready.”
 “Trust me, if you do it wrong, it’ll hurt like hell.” Giving you a little kiss. “I wouldn’t want that to happen.” You stare at each other for half a second. You draw a deep breath, dizzy with anticipation.
 He moves one leg aside, revealing your entrance. A little gasp of excitement leaves, as you feel his tip slowly slide at your hole. “Please tell me if it hurts.” He asks. You nod eagerly. His hands grip onto your hips, the pressure on your entrance increasing. You lick your lips and suck in another deep breath.  You stifle a groan as you feel your sphincter grip the head of his cock. You’re legs feel numb. You close your eyes, overwhelmed by the feeling, releasing a silent moan.
 He holds the moment your face contorts even the slightest, waiting for you to adjust. Slowly accepting his length. Every inch he enters you, you hear his grunts become heavier. Your warmth and light wetness guiding him deeper. “Y-You’re tight.” He moans, trying to regain this breath. “Fuck…” Wiping the sweat from his face.
 Your dick is throbbing, there was no other way to describe it. Pressed against the sheets. No stimulation but only the motion of his thrusts. Stimulated by his presence. His looks. His thrusts. You're breathless, staring at his physique. He is masculine, but not too much. So complete. The view of his muscles tensing and relaxing. Utterly mesmerizing to watch. Even as he begins to move back and forth. Sweat breaks out all over your body at the first couple of thrusts. Very slow and lovingly.
 Stretching your further as he goes in. His breathing slow and ragged. He pushed deep. Reaching far inside you. Warming places you didn’t know you had. The feeling of his dick fully inside you was driving you to the point of an unexpected climax already. The rigidness of his cock, rubbing your insides. Making you shudder to your very core while praising his name. Your cock already leaking on the sheets.
 The pressure inside you rising faster than ever before. It’s impossible to think straight, his pace was slow and passionate. Yet, you only feel his cock hitting your insides. You grip your sheets, whimpering uncontrollably. You only manage to utter his name, squirming under his pressure. The cum just starts pouring out of you, uncontrollable amounts soaking the already wet area. Tom follows up with another thrust, making you squirt even further. You moan long and hard, feeling your entire body shudder from the release. “Holy s-shit… Tom.” You sputter.
 As you open your eyes, you watch Tom hunched forward. Panting heavily. Eyes clenched shut. "Tom…?" You ask. He holds his hand up to you. Signaling you to wait. After he regains himself again, he positions himself further above you. You hear his hot ragged breath, tightly hugging his hips against your ass cheeks. Cock buried deep inside you. “F-Fuck, (Y/N)…” He grunts. “That was hot…”
 He takes a moment to gather himself again. You do the same. Catching your breath and calming your senses. You wait for Tom to move again.  Before he does, he starts to pepper your body with wet, hot kisses. Moaning your name softly as he begins to roll his hips.
 Goosebumps shoot across your skin at the mention of your name. A sudden yelp escapes your lips, grabbing his attention immediately. To your surprise, you feel a moist sensation touching your cock. You gaze at your member, while it hardens without touch. Only by a few thrusts from his shaft.
 “Shit…” He grunts as he wraps his fingers around your length. An awkward position, but he manages. Stroking your cock, coated by your own cum, slow and steady. Completely captivated by it. You sense it's turning him on immensely, as you feel him thicken inside you.
 You release a silent moan as your mouth falls open. Feeling his girth stretch you even further. The ridges rubbing you in unexpected ways. After a few strokes, he loses his grip, licking the wetness from his fingers, one by one. You watch as he sucks each of his fingers dry in his mouth. “Fuckin’ hell...” He groans. “That’s really good." Leaning in, he lands his lips on yours. "I'm getting close, baby." He moans into the kiss.
 “Go for it.” You whisper into his ear. Holding him close. “Blow your load for me.” As he picks up pace. Desperate for release. His cock feeling incredibly hard inside you. Swelling even further at the mention of your dirty talk. “Blow it all inside me.”
 He grunts deep and hard into your ear. Rolling his hips faster and faster into you. “C’mon, baby.” You encourage him. Feeling his cock grow inside you. His breathing quickens, as does his momentum. Rutting into you faster than before. Not relentlessly, but with a comfortable pace.
 Already widened and stretched from before, you feel his cock hitting you deep again. Each time he hits your thrust back, hitting that same spot, you feel the sensation ache in your cock. Twitching from pleasure. “R-Right there, Tom.” You gasp again.
 He shoots a look at you, realization hitting him that you’re getting close again. “Keep going.” You moan out loud. Not a moment later, you feel him pulse inside you. With a cry, he thrust once more, deep and hard into you. You lift your ass to meet his thrust, his balls slap against your skin. The splashing inside you as he cums is so intense that you feel it spilling down your cheeks. Your mind goes blank. Watching him pump load after load into you. Your cock twitches, barely holding on. As your insides were coated.
 He just pulls out, like a plug of a bathtub. You gasp of relief, feeling the wetness seep outwards.  Drops of wetness fly from his still erect member as it bounces upward. Giving a quick tug on your legs, so you end on your back again. Spreading your legs.
 You’re out of breath for a moment. Not sure what he was going to do. Watching your own dick spring back into view again. All wet and swollen. With force, he pulls you to the side of the bed and kneels down. His fingers wrap around your member. As he suddenly starts suckling on your balls. It's strange ticklish feeling at first, but combined with his firm grasp on your length, and strokes, it became more than that. Your balls begin to churn. Gripping the sheets around you, your head falls back onto the mattress, overwhelmed by this quick handling.  
 “T-Tom!” You cry out. “God!” You plant both your feet on the mattress. You shut your eyes tight, pressing your head back into the mattress, thrusting your hips into his grasp. But he doesn’t slow down.
 “Tom!” You burst out, not only in words. Your eyes widen, gasping out loud as he rubs down hard on your shaft. Cum jets from your swollen cock. Stroking you hard, milking every last possible drop.
 It's only hazy from thereon…
 You’re not sure if you passed out, but it felt like you sprayed the ceiling with your load. The next moment you open your eyes, you find Tom cuddled up against you. Just some sheets covering a few parts. “Did I pass out or…?”
 “You didn’t.” He chuckles, looking up at you with a smile on his face. “You dozed off very shortly after. I don’t blame you.” He sniffles while tracing a finger up and down your chest. You wrap your arm around him. Just living in the moment. "I'm so happy, your friend picked me." He whispered to you. That comment stuck with you.
 "Thank you, Tom." Pressing your lips on his forehead, tasting a taint of salt. Picking a few strands of hair from his forehead. Cuddling together in the safe comfort of each other. The sharing of interests you had in common. Followed by simple chatter about the things in life. Making each other laugh. Having a good time. For once, in a very long time, you felt whole again. His smile. His presence, something felt right. Something clicked.
 And it's that sort of thing you just can’t get enough of. Your eyes are glued to him. The heat rising in your system. That flutter in your stomach. It hurts. In a good way. He is everything you ever wanted in a man.
 You love him.
 All cuddled up against each other, it falls to you how sticky everything actually really his. His skin glistening with sweat and wetness.
 “How about we freshen up?” Rustling your fingers through his curls. “Shower is big enough for both of us.”
 “Good idea.” His lips meeting yours in agreement. "I'll gladly join you."
 Being close to together, naked, warm water, and soap. Things get heated again. You don't know how long you been in the shower. And you don't mind. Because for the time, you felt the rush of living again. Being alive. Receiving praise. Kind words whispered into your ear.
No denying that his smile was infectious. A smile that wouldn't disappear, you noticed. Tom was a whole different person to the one that stepped in earlier tonight. Deep down, you could feel that this version of him was the real him. Loving, caring, passionate.
 And no matter how dangerous shower sex was told to be. You did it. And more. Memories burned into your mind forever.
 You take a moment longer to rinse off the sweat and wetness under the steaming hot water. Recollecting those wonderful moments again. Tom already out. You can't seem to shake your smile. This was right. This is how life should be.
 Turning into the bedroom with your towel wrapped around your waist, your smile drops immediately. "Where you going?" He hastily pushes his phone back into his pocket. Tom was already dressed, ready to put on his jacket.
 "I have to go." He mumbled, avoiding your gaze. His smile nowhere to be seen.
 "Please, just stay."  This moment was bound to happen. But you weren’t going to give in. You’ve seen enough people leave through that door. "Stay with me."
 "I… I… can't… I need to go." Checking the time on his phone.
 "You don't have to do this, you know. I can-" But midsentence, you're cut off.
 "Don’t… (Y/N).” His voice skips a beat. You’re pretty sure you could see tears welling in his eyes. You have to fight to keep them back as well. “P-Please…” He stutters, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. “Don’t make this harder than it already is."
 "Tom, it's doesn't have to be this way."
 "I warned you. It can't be helped." He sobbed. An hour ago, the man standing in front of you was majestic, beautiful, and full of life. What remained now was nothing of that. Hunched shoulders and hands stuffed into his pockets. Eyes wet from tears.
 "I'll take a chance."
 "Please, stay out of it. Just leave me be. Forget about me."
 "Oh no, I can't. Not in a million years. I'll get you out whatever shithole you got yourself into." You’re just glad he didn’t walk right out. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to follow him. Something was holding him back.
 "It's not worth it. It can't be fixed."
 "Everything takes time to heal."
 "Not me, not me." He snickers. “I… I need to go.”
 You rush to your drawers, pulling fresh clothes out as fast as you can. "Wait, I'll bring you wherever you're going."
 "You'll get into trouble if they see you."
 "I don't care." You quip while jumping into a pair of pants.
 "But I do!" He cries. “I do!”
 "The feeling is mutual." You growled. With your shoes and jacket on, you interlace fingers with his. Dragging him outside. And as you open the door, the pizza delivery shows up. “P-… Pizza delivery?” The man hesitates, looking at the both of you weirded out. “Here.” You shove a bill of cash into his hands. "Now, go!" He instantly rushes off onto the street. With screeching tires, the little scooter darts back up the road. In a big arch, you toss the pizza inside, cheese, and all flying everywhere before you close the door behind you.
 The car ride was uneasy, to say the least. No music. Only darkness and the rain hitting the windshield. Sometimes a finger, pointing you in the right direction. You appeared mad. To say you weren't was a misconception. But not at him. And what kind of music was even appropriate at that moment? Your mind was conflicted. You could just drive the opposite direction. Away from it all. He would be save.
 Would he?
 You couldn’t judge if you didn’t know where he was living. What if they came after him? That would endanger you as well. No, this required a different approach. This needed planning. God, you were in a state to do anything.
 Breath in, breath out. Calm yourself down.
  Hope.
Was it misplaced hope
?
 Hope for a happy ending.
 But hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolongs the torment of men. Words from an old book. Spoken by wise old men as they say. But in the end, the truth runs from the first to the very last word. How naive could you be? Deep down, you knew this was impossible. His words spoken earlier that evening kept circling in the back of your mind. Yet, you cling to that glimmer of hope. Those words in the shower. Those moments together. This couldn't be it?
 You hoped not.
  “Stop here.” He says. “It’s down that alley.” Pointing to a small flickering light in the distance. You could only get a glimpse as the windscreen wipers came by to clear the pouring rain from your window. You spot the outline of a figure standing there. "Turn around the moment I enter that alley. Don't come near.”  
 “I need your number.” Pulling out your phone. But he had already opened the door. “Tom!” You hissed, leaning over to passenger’s seat. Barely in time to get a hold of his arm. “How can I find you?” The wind and rain washing into the car. You have to blink once or twice to keep the rain out of your eyes. “Tom?!”
 “T-Thank you for tonight, (Y/N).”
 "No! Tom!" Tears welling in the corner of your eyes. Awkwardly constrained by your seatbelt, struggling to get a firm grasp on his hand. "Don't do this!" Your fingers begin to lose their grip on his hand, the rain hitting you relentlessly. This sting of pain. You felt this moment before. Slowly slipping away from your fingers. "Not like this!"
 "I'm so sorry…" And with a tug, he pulls his arm free, slamming the door into your face.
 You scream from the top of your lungs. Tears rolling down your cheek, you fumble with the seatbelt. But it won't open. Tears cloud your vision, anger raging from deep within. Forcing you to watch him run through the rain towards that accursed alley. You let your fury loose on anything in range. Until you're deprived of energy. Resting your forehead against the steering wheel. Watching the tears fall from your cheeks. You lost.
 A knock on your window makes you jump. “G-Hello?” A thick accent calls out to you. Your eyes spot the contours of a man. His face closing in on the window. His features unpleasant to the eye, looking like a common fugitive. Not with the best intention. "You zhould not be ghere.”
 So many things raced through your mind. You could just mash the door against his burly, ugly set face. Giving you an advantage to whatever came next. But… What would you achieve with that?
You nod quickly and steer your car the way you came. Driving around mindlessly. Gaze fixated on the horizon.
 It’s been minutes, hours, and days. They’re as grueling as you could possibly imagine. Tormented by your own thoughts. How could you save Tom? You couldn't admit to yourself that you actually knew nothing. There's only a location. That's all.
 Taking a few days off only makes it worse. Sleep doesn’t come at all. Falling back on drinking makes no difference. It only forces out the anger. Until the tipping point of intoxicating takes over your senses.
 Until your eyes spot the flyer, you’re hands tremble as you gaze on the picture of Tom. In all fairness, there wasn’t even a name mentioned. Only a number, like a damn menu. You scramble for your phone, shaking with nervousness. It takes a moment for the number to connect, until you hear a lady’s voice call out the name of the business.
 “Ehm… Hello, I… want Tom, p-please." You stutter, sweat breaking out across your body. While your fingers play with the edges of the picture. Gaze stuck on the picture of Tom. It remains silent on the other end of the line.
 “He doesn’t work here.” That single comment makes your blood boil. The thought that some filthy businessman groping him was sickening.
 “I meant number 26.”
 “I don’t know either. Anyone else?”
 “JUST GIVE ME FUCKING TOM!” You scream from the top of your lungs. “How hard can it be!”
 "I'm afraid I can't help you, sir." And the line disconnects. You're fumingly mad. Realizing your failure.  Gritting your teeth, you barely able to control yourself. Your thoughts sink deeper, and deeper in desperation. You could pull each and every single hair out of your skull out of frustration. Kicking chairs over and destroying stuff didn't satisfy in any way. Only the pain halted you momentarily. This couldn't be the end. You wouldn't let it end this way. You can't.
 You can’t let him go.
  - - - - -
From around the corner, you watch the alleyway. It’s been days. You thought this through countless times. Overthinking is what they call it. Days on end. If Tom was there, you needed to take a shot. You have to do something. What else is there to live for anyway? That is one way to boost your morale you chuckle to yourself. You take one last sip from the bottle before putting in back in your car. Releasing a hiss as the strong liquor burns its way down your throat. In a weird way, it makes your head clearer. Calms the nerves. Brings peace to your mind. Boosts your confidence. If only for this moment. You double-check the surroundings. Everything's in place.
 With confidence in your step, you lock your car around the corner and make your way down the street. You straighten your collars before sheathing them in the pockets of your jacket.  It takes quite a few steps to get there. The man on the corner of the alleyway can’t help but notice you. Trying casually to walk towards you. And as you approach the man, you notice he’s definitely one size larger than you. It surely wasn't the man that warned you in your car. This one had a more pleasant and kinder look to him. "G-Hey you…" He nods at you. "You ghot businez here?” Speaking with the same Eastern European accent as the other.
 You halt in front of him. Taking a moment to answer him, trying to keep your nerves in check. While looking calm at the same time. “I’m here for this.” Revealing the flyer from your pocket. “Is the manager in?”
 “Da, but why zhould I let you through?”
 You sigh with discontent. Revealing a stack of money from your pocket. "Here." Handing him twenty or so bills. "Don't bother me anymore." And take the gamble by walking past him. You hear a whistle behind you. Just as you are about to turn into the dim-lit alleyway, another man halts you. An impressively large man. You weren’t small either. But he towered over you, by far.
 “Got any on ya?” Surprisingly, this man wasn’t Eastern European looking or sounding at all. Holding your hands up beside you, you shake no. But the man still searches you. Keeping an eye on you at all costs. Mumbling to himself a few things. "Follow me."
 Through the dark passage, you’re led towards a metal door. Only a dim light above it shows the entrance. The rest is barely visible. The man engages the locking mechanism and opens the door. Through a series of corridors and stairs, you get the impression of this operation. A series of rooms, followed by cells. Giving you an inside look of how dilapidated and horrifying the building actually is. Your worst nightmare just becomes a reality. It's beyond belief how Tom managed to survive in these conditions.
 You try to keep your gaze fixated on the man in front of you as you follow him. But you desperately hope to see Tom here somewhere. What if you don't get out of here… alive? You draw a deep breath and focus on what’s next. A sudden halt at a room, makes you jump a little. “In here.” Pointing inward to an older lady behind a desk. "Make your request." He grunts, crossing his arms as several other people in the room watching you enter.
 “How can I help you, sir?” The woman kindly asks you. You recognize her voice from the phone earlier this week.
 “Alright.” You say, unimpressed. “Cut the middleman.” Turning around to the large man. “Bring me to the manager.” His gaze far from friendly. From the corner of your eyes, you see the nearby, you guess guards, take a step closer. Some whispering to each other. As the large man takes a few steps towards you. Ending up so close to you, he’s literally looking down on you. The smell of smoke and sweat hinted at your nostrils. His warm, foul breath fanning onto your hair.
 “Why should we… little one?” He growled demeaningly. Not a smile in sight. “You walk into here with loads of cash, and demand to see the manager. What is so important you have that you need to see the manager?” Crackling his knuckles close to your face. His hands were large, fingers short but fatty. Stained by all kinds of things you rather wouldn’t know about. “For all I know, you were never here, to begin with…”
 “Excellent threat." You sniffle, revealing a stack from your pocket. As you do in the process, you hear guns being cocked. "Here." Stuffing the stack into his pocket. “Problem is, my burly friend…” You gaze up to him, forcing a grin on your face.  “I didn’t wander in here unprepared. You see, If I don’t return within… let’s say… the next two hours-…” Letting the moment sink in. Eyeing the people in the room. Everyone eager listening in on your little conversation. “-shits going down.”  
 “What did you call me?” His hand resting upon your shoulder, leaning down.
 “Do you call the shots for your boss?” You tilt your head slightly. Looking at him with a playful smile. “I don’t think he’ll appreciate the news I have regarding his ratline from Europe.”
 The man looks past you, nodding to the lady behind the desk. Returning his gaze to you.
 "Not willing to take the risk, hmmm?" You joke. Behind your back, you hear several whispers. The eyes of the man shot back and forth between the lady and you. Before pushing you down the hallway again. Again leading you through some corridors, down the staircase. Ending up in a luxurious room.
 Behind a desk sat a figure, so bulbous and fat, you’d never seen anything alike. Gold rings on his meaty fingers. The room decorated in some sort of Russian style. The left wall accommodating a series of monitors. Probably surveillance. But as you keep your eyes longer on the screens, you see the prostitutes. Man and women. You try to keep a straight face. “I heard interesting things about you, young man…” The blob of a man behind the desk mutters.
 “I always thought Russians started with a drink, before doing business.” Keeping a straight face.
 The flesh of its body bounces and flays around as it laughs loudly. Signaling the large man to pour the glasses. He couldn’t even do it himself anymore, his fat little arms limiting his movement. “Nasdrovia!” You both cheer and cling the glasses, chucking the content.
 “Let’s talk business.” The man says with a thick voice.
 "I have intel, concerning the safety of your cargo." You glance over to the guards. "Can we get the room to us.” Looking at the Russian for a confirmation.
 "Give him a minute." He waves at you with his fat fingers. "Continue." The large man that led you here hesitates. Keeping his eyes on you. "Go!" The Russian shouts again, waiting for the door to close.
 You take a deep breath. And focus on the conversation. The details are important. Focus.
“You need to relocate within the next… 24 hours.” Checking your watch. “They’re on to you.”
 “How do you know?” He burst out laughing. “Do you have any evidence? Because my business is at an all-time high. My man and woman are booked like never before. I even have a new shipment comin-”
 "Container #556121 on the SSE Georgia has been snitched." You say with a reassuring tone. "Go ahead. Tell me if I'm wrong." He has a distrusting look on his face, hesitant to believe you. But still goes ahead to unlock his drawer, revealing a sort of book and a laptop.
 Bluff. Neither the name of the ship or the number was anything close to what you were supposed to say. Through all the nerves, you just made something up. You just simply couldn't remember what the police told you. Your heart pounded in your chest. It's now or never. Everything depended on the next few minutes. On that little wire, you were carrying. The strength of your arms. Your will. And above all, the speed of the police. Your fingers tremble as you grab your watch. It's bound to happen at any moment.
 What happened next went so fast. It's all a blur. One distant gunshot set off a chain reaction. You jump over the desk as the door behind you swings open, blood splatters all across. The razor-thin wire detaches from your watch, and you swing it around the neck of the bulbous man. His fat little arms couldn’t reach around. Shielding behind his humongous chair and body, you restrain him. You watch the bullet impacts on the wall near you as the guard curses loudly. The fat man’s arms flap around.  “Tell me about Tom, you fat fuck!” You shout. “I need to know!” Tightening the wire. With your “Where is he!?” Bashing his head from behind. “WHERE IS HE?!”
 The man fights and struggles heavily, barely able to breathe—coughing and desperate for air. The giant oak chair the man sat in, shook and trembled on the floor by the man's panicking movements. Screeching back and forth. His spasming legs hit the desk to the floor. Sending loads of stuff flying. The man points his finger to the guard. “K-K-Kill T…Tom!” He gurgles to the guard. The words reach your ears moments later, processing what the man just said. You panic as the guards suddenly darts off, grabbing his phone.
 “Noooooo!” Storming off towards the door, fueled by rage. Blinded by anger. Falling over several items on the floor. You regain your footing and continue to run towards the door. Turning the corner without a second thought.
 A bright flash. A high pitched noise. A ringing in your ear. A wince of pain, tearing into you, forcing every thought out of your mind, paralyzing your body. Only by a deep groan. Your eyes are blurry, your vision doubles as you stagger on your feet. Trying to blink it away didn’t help. You feel the pain worsen. Deepen. Sharp pain lances at your abdomen. Another flash close by. Jerking your body around.  Excruciating pain. It all happens with such force. It sends you stumbling backward. Your hands reach for the doorpost, trying to remain afoot. Holding on for life. But strength ebbs away. Your limbs feel numb. Fingers shaking, losing its grip. Slumping down to the floor, onto your knees. Everything hurt. Sharp, deep, unstoppable pain. Each exhale of breath stings your insides. Chocking the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurs, slowly turning red—darkness pressing in.
 But it wasn’t your vision turning red. It’s the pool of crimson red blood forming under your hands. Warming your pale, cold hands, oozing from your wounds. Panic hits. You’re short of breath, experiencing extreme difficulty with breathing. The cold gripping you. Your words strangled by the welling of warm blood, filling your throat. “T-Tom…” You manage to bring out in faltering gasps. Draining the last bit of energy left in you. “T...o...m…” Before your arms give in. Your head slamming against the crimson tainted concrete.
 Then silence.
 Silence.
 …
 …
 ...
 Is death near?
 …
 …
 ...
 That ringing noise in your ear. Coming closer.  Your head felt heavy and painful. As you slowly regain consciousness. You blink a couple of times to readjust to the intense light blinding your eyes. After a moment, you notice the light that shines in your eyes are rays of sunlight. Your try uttering a few words. But your throat was as dry as the desert, and rough like sandpaper. Forcing out an awful cough. "Am... I in heaven?" Your voice sounding croaked and harsh. Followed by another coughing fit. Your lungs hurt. A sharp pain lancing in your chest. Contorting your insides. Everything hurts. Each movement you made, your bones and muscles ache in response.
 “Sir?” A calming voice of a woman called to you. “Sir, how are you feeling?”
 “Terrible.” You cough, struggling to breathe. “Where am I?”
 “The hospital.” A young woman in nursery clothing showed up in your field of view. “You’re in good hands.” Everything looked pale white. Painfully white to the eyes. “You’re going to be fine.”
You have difficulty in paying attention to her. Your vision doubles, sound dissipates. She was trying to say something, but you couldn’t follow it.
 “The man that saved you is here.” Shaking your arm. "Sir..." Trying to keep you from passing out. "Look.” Helping you up. Your eyes slowly adjusting to the light, taking in the room. Loads of flowers decorated the space. Accompanied by colorful cards on the wall. “He stayed by your side the moment you came in. We could-"
 Her words fall to deaf ears. You couldn't believe your eyes. Blinking repeatedly. You try to sharpen the image. The tears welling in your eyes, not helping a bit.
 “This is heaven.” You mumble. The woman stops and looks at you. Giggling at your comment. Sitting there beside you, resting his head against the side of your bed. Eyes shut, snoring softly with his coat wrapped around him. "T-To…m…"  You try to say, falling into a terrible cough.  
 He jumps a little in his seat by the touch of the nurse. Rubbing the sleepers from his eyes, taking a moment to gather his bearings. But that moment you make eye contact. “(Y/N)!” He cries out. You can’t believe your eyes.
 “It’s really you.” You cough while trying to sit up. Tears streaming freely down your cheeks. "T-Tom!"
 "I can't believe it!" He snickers. Diving onto you, his arms closing around you, sobbing against your neck. You remain like this for a while. Deep in his embrace. Tears, only tears. But tears of happiness. You couldn’t remember when you experienced those.
 “T-Tom…?” You’re afraid to ask but needed to know. “Is… is it over? Is it done? A-Are you free...?”
  “Yes…” He nods, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Yes, I am. You did it. It's over." Cupping your cheeks with both hands, kissing you like you never been before. Euphoria. Blessed. Relieved. You feel alive.
“I cried myself to sleep that night (Y/N). Thinking I would never see you again.”  
 You nod. "I felt so lost without you." Knowing precisely what he meant. "I was so scared, Tom. I… I… thought I… was d-dying." Your body shakes at the thought and recollection of that moment. "It all… happened-d… and… I… I… m-missed you… so m-m-much." The sobs turn into long wails of emotions running freely.
 "It's ok." His arms reach around you, hugging your fragile body close to him. Letting all the tears flow freely. Crying in each other’s arms. "We’re going to be fine.”
 You hold him close, not ever wanting him to go. Locking eyes with him again. The reality of him beside you was heartwarming. That wonderful smile. It filled you with joy and happiness. But the questions burned at the back of your mind. "The nurse said you were the one who saved me? How…?"
 "I found you..." Enveloping your hands in his, pressing kisses to your cold fingers. "-on the floor." His eyes turn red, the tears running down his cheek. Crying for a moment, before he continues.
"A-A-After I heard the first shots close by, everything went so fast. I... saw guards being shot, and I ran… I knew something was wrong. I heard more shots. And… that’s when I turned the corner… I found you..." He weeps. "One moment you were there…" His blood-red eyes look at you with terror. "-the other I realized you were… close to… d-dying in my arms."
 You can't help but kiss him, hold him close. Comfort him as he wailed softly.
"Poor thing." The tears rolling down your cheek. “It’s going to better from here on out. I promise, Tom. I promise you.”
 "I love you (Y/N)." He whispers. His watery eyes lock with yours. "I love you with all my heart."
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smutty-ki113r · 2 years
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(Continuation)
When I hit my preteens I was in a dark head space and I was living in a house with lots of bad energy. My mom had to cleanse the house basically once a week. I had a lot of negative spirits approach me, though they never caused harm nor had harmful intentions (I pick up on negative spirits better than positive but they rarely have bad intentions towards me, it's pretty wack). Anyways, I had 4 significant encounters where I physically saw the ghost and several where I felt it. The first one I saw was a little girl standing at the end of my bed bloody and dirty. Not much else came out of that encounter. The second one was a girl using baseball terms to give me a warning. I've forgotten what the whole warning was but the parts I remember are "strike 1 _, strike 2 _, strike 3 you're out". I still don't know what the warning was for 🥲. The next encounter was a shadow ghost. I could see him swaying from side to side just watching me. I tried taking pictures but the phone I had at the time definitely didn't have good picture quality and he blends in with the shadows in my closet 😔. The last encounter was an out of body one. I left my body and went into the bathroom to find a ghost hanging in the tub. I guess my mind picked up on the fact it was in pain so I started dragging it to my parents room without even thinking. My dad has the energy of archangel Michael so the spirit was brought to a better place by simply entering the room with him.
As for the touch ones at that time, I only really remember 2 specific encounters. The first was I was laying in bed unable to sleep and suddenly I feel a body over top of me, feeling me up (I've had many encounters with ghosts that get handsy...). The second was basically the same thing but instead of getting handsy it started putting immense pressure on me and made it so I couldn't move. It felt like I couldn't breathe
Oml I love your STORIWS MAN-
I’ve never actually had an out of body experience yet! But it’s so nice that you got your dad to help. And the little girl giving you a warning?? Chilling man. Chilling.
I hate to say that I’m sort of jealous of the spirit feeling you up. IM SO TOUCH DEPRIVED HAHAHAAAA but the good voice in my head dosent let me mention it. I know it’s a horrible idea to summon anything no matter how much I want someone to touch meeeeer
That second touch experience sounds like a mf nightmare. Are you ok now??
Thank you sm sm for sharing!!
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