Nika

[nikolettmp3]

Love Like A Wound

Genre: psychological drama.

Mentions of: drugs, abuse, curse words.

(this is the first time I post here so don't mind me if I mess something up💔)

“Su-Bong?.."

I asked quietly, walking to the living room. The sudden brightness of the ceiling light made me squint my eyes, not knowing what was waiting for me.

He came home from somewhere, high as a kite, trembling like he's made of jelly.

"Señorita!~”

He giggled like crazy.

"Wanna hear the new track I just made? It's about you.”

He stumbled towards me which made me immediately extended my arms towards him, stepping closer.

"Maybe later?... You know I don't like when you use drugs. I know it's hard, but please-”

“Fucking slut! Not even grateful that I made something for you? Huh? Is that what you are trying to say to me?!"

His eyes darted to my own ones. I suddenly didn't know what to say. I'm used to this, sure, but I just never know how to bite back enough to make him shut up.

“But baby-"

"Shut up, bitch!”

He kept cutting me off, not even caring about my opinion.

It's not that he actually doesn't care about my opinion. It's just that it hurts him that I'm right and he can't keep a single promise. He promised me to at least do it less.

He stumbled towards me until he was close enough he then pushed me against the wall. I don't know what he took but this is not the usual.

“You know it reminds me of my mother."

I quickly said, afraid of him. He never hit me but there's this scary part about him that always makes me flinch.

“And I'm not your fucking mother. Maybe you should be grateful and stop comparing me to your old hag, fix your goddamn issues first and then maybe you could start yapping."

This just made me nod. He let go and kept walking funny to the bedroom, just crashing on the bed.

I didn't want to sleep with him like this. This hurt more than usual and the fact that he took something else for sure made my stomach twist. I sat down on the edge of the couch, hugging my knees.

“Fucking idiot! Can't you just understand? You are not my daughter. I only gave life to you, but that doesn't mean that I'm your goddamn mother you stupid slut."

My mother screamed and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. The shirt I got from my grandma for my birthday. It got Twilight from my little pony on it.

“I'm…I'm sorry, mom. I-”

Slap.

"Are you even listening to me? Are you trying to make me even more mad at you? You made my life hell, and now you are trying to make it worse?”

She then tore my shirt apart. This made me let out a scream which I don't usually do because it results in getting beaten up.

“NO!!..I GOT THAT FROM GRANDMA!!"

I fell on my bed as my ruined shirt was now in her hands. It wasn't the best fabric so she could rip it easily. But that shirt used to make me so happy, so hopeful. I looked up to Twilight. I always loved her purple colour and how smart she was.

“You didn't deserve it, stupid cunt! If you don't stop crying right now, I will give you a fucking reason to cry for!”

That made me try my absolute hardest to stop crying but my sobbing wouldn't stop. I knew mom had taken something. She's always like this whenever she takes those stuff.

"Can't even listen to me now, huh?”

"You said I'm not your daughter-”

She suddenly let go of the other half of the shirt, twisted the other one and hit me as hard as she could. I screamed, cried, begged.

“I TAKE CARE OF YOU! I FUCKING FEED YOU!! THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!"

Another hit.

Then another.

Another.

My vision went blurry.

--

"Why won't you come in?”

I jumped a little as if I was still living in that memory. Su-Bong's voice made me snap out of it.

“Sorry, I don't want to sleep with you tonight.”

"Fuck, (name). I'm sorry. Please forgive me…"

He dropped to his knees, hugging my ankles as he looked up to me.

"When are you going to stop?”

"I don't know, but I'm trying.”

Maybe the only thing making me stay in this relationship is the fact that at least he doesn't hit me.

He does drugs like my mom, but he's not that bad, right? He would never hit me.

That's definitely love.

"Okay…”

I just mumbled. He got up and put his shoes on like nothing happened.

He's doing it again. He's going to become the victim, leave for like an hour and then come back like nothing happened with my favorite sweets.

"Where are you going?”

He looked me in the eyes before starting his usual ‘this is your fault!’ childish roleplay.

“I'm going to fucking hang myself. I hope you are happy. Remember this face because this is the last time you will see me."

Then he walked out, slamming the door shut behind him.

He's always back. Always. For some reason, though, I'm always scared that he might do something stupid whenever he's on drugs. I always have to watch out for something. I can never be at ease.

I remember how we met. We met on December 24th. It was dark outside, around 9PM. I had no one to spend Christmas with, so I just went to the park where I could watch the beautiful lighting of the houses and stores.

Then he sat next to me.

"Yo, señorita! What is a pretty girl like you doing out here on this day?”

I turned my face towards him. Despite it being dark, I could see his features pretty well. I found him attractive. His dyed purple hair stood out to me the most. It made me smile.

“Señorita, hm? Well…I got no one to spend my Christmas with."

I simply said, not dragging it further. His playful bravado dropped almost immediately.

“Same."

He looked away, then continued.

"Can I get to know you?”

This made me nod immediately. I was pretty surprised, though. I guess we're both suffering together....

"Sure. Want to exchange numbers?”

He took his phone out of his pocket, switching it with mine.

While we were typing our numbers on the phones, he spoke up.

“I’m a rapper, you know? My stage name is Thanos. Oh, and I'm called Su-Bong, by the way.”

We gave each other our phones back.

"(Name). Also…Thanos? Like that marvel character?"

This made me laugh. Is this man serious?!

“Hell yeah, baby! You should definitely subscribe. I will make you VIP."

He winked shamelessly, leaning closer.

That night I ended up in his bed.

Talking about our problems made us so frustrated that we ended up making out. I didn't know why I trusted him so easily, but he trusted me too so it's okay, right? He didn't lie at least.

But then things got worse pretty quick.

I used to work as someone who cleaned cinemas.

He showed up every single day, so jealous of others looking at me that he ended up arguing with my coworkers which led me to get fired because even if he was banned from the cinema, he kept bringing his bodyguards just so he could get in forcefully because of his jealousy. My boss had to let go of me.

Back when we met he was already an addict but not as bad as now. I didn't have to worry about him coming home late. I didn't have to worry about him calling me names and not knowing what to say.

I didn't have to worry at all.

He provides for everything, but at the same time he made sure I can never leave. Not that I want to leave him…I love him too much. Even if he would shoot me, I would still love him.

I would rather be his victim than his opponent.

I didn’t notice I had drifted into my thoughts again until he was standing in front of me, holding a huge bag of my favorites.

He looks way better than he was an hour before. He's somewhat normal but it's clear shit’s still in his system.

“Señorita…I got these for you. Do you want to watch a movie? I can even massage your feet.”

I knew that tonight would end the same as always. It always does whenever he pulls this move.

It will never end.

It's a devilish circle.

[dreamgurrrl]

tw: drugs

you didn’t know how you got to the afters from a night at your local bar but here you are.

you and your best friend are back at her place tidying the place up so everyone can have a place to hang. everyone is sat in a circle playing cards against humanity laughing and barely paying attention. you’re vibing and get up to pee, checking yourself in the mirror to make sure you look presentable to these strangers. when you get back you notice keys are being offered around the group. you take your place back to your seat and notice the spiky black haired individual next to you doing a bump before his turn at the game. “do you want some?”

“huh?” you say thinking about how your night may go…you want to have a good time, right? “well just a baby bump” you reply. tattooed fingers reach into the baggy that lays in his slender fingers and he lifts the key to your nose. you don’t want to seem like an amateur so you close a nostril and sniff hard. “thatta girl” he says as he watches you inhale the substance, pupils growing wide.

you look back up at him with stars in your eyes and notice the cobalt blue staring right back at you.

the night proceeds, the game being long forgotten as you’re sitting knee to knee with the man who has fed you.

surrounded by masculinity you use it to your advantage and he notices. the flirtation, subtle bats of your sapphire eyes and small smile on your face as you converse with the circle- your friend long gone in the other room.

you comment on the other men’s lives and what they have going for them sinking in closer to the slender man that made you feel comfortable. you don’t know why you’re almost in his lap after an hour but you like it. playing with the strings of his hoodie and giggling, he pushes you aside and starts setting up the white powder neatly in rows on a tray.

“can i have another?” you ask sheepishly.

he looks you up and down with a sweetness only god could forgive. “sure thing darling” he says as he licks his lips and smirks.

he lines up a small snow white powder just for you rolling up a crisp dollar while he places his hand on the back of your neck and guides you down to do what seems like a biblical experience.

the rest of the night you’re stealing whispered conversations and hidden kisses from the stranger, eying up his stature of ripped jeans and tattooed skin showing from his sleeves.

before you know it your friend shoes everyone out, saying it’s time for you both to go to bed. as everyone leaves you strip down to your underwear and t-shirt given to you, feeling a dryness you hope goes away with time.

getting a glass of water for the post nasal drip you hear the door creak open and the same familiar man walks in and takes you by surprise.

“forgot my charger” he chuckles. “oh…yeah haha” you reply nervously. he linger by the door. “hey uhhh i never caught your name, little lady.” you’re taken back, not realizing this guy you had been eyeing up was ever actually interested in more than what the night had to offer- never thinking it was anything more: “y/n” you said almost spilling water out of your glass.

“i like it…I’m dabi. hope to see you around, sweetheart.” he sizes you up before leaving your friend’s place. before you know it you’re clenching your thighs hoping you run into this mysterious man again as you crawl into the sanctity of your friends sheets.

you won’t be sleeping tonight. is it the drugs or the adrenaline of this new man you hope to meet again?

[amazighcandygirl]

Sleepover at Touya's

Touya Todoroki x Reader

❥ Full fic here

Important context (Pls read):

This is a one-shot I cut out of my fic on AO3 called 7:43 PM. Basically, this one shot is an AU where Endeavor is not an abusive asshole. You don't need to have read my fic in order to understand what's going on!!! It's just a silly sleepover :)

Content warning: Y/n is implied not to have a good home. Domestic fluff!! They're kids here.

Gender neutral reader.

You've never been inside someone else's house before.

The Todoroki home smells like dinner cooking and something floral you can't identify. There are shoes lined up neatly by the entrance - big ones that must belong to Touya's dad, smaller ones in different sizes, and tiny ones that look like they belong to a little kid. You add your worn sneakers to the end of the line, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the holes in the fabric.

"Finally!" Touya appears in the hallway, bouncing on his toes with excitement. His red hair is messier than usual, like he's been running his hands through it. "I've been waiting forever. Did you bring your pajamas? And your toothbrush? Mom said you needed to bring your toothbrush."

You nod, clutching your small overnight bag closer to your chest. Everything you need for the night fits in one small bag - pajamas, toothbrush, and the stuffed rabbit you're too embarrassed to admit you still sleep with.

"Come on!" Touya grabs your free hand and starts pulling you down the hallway. "I want to show you my room first, and then we can play games, and Mom's making yakitori for dinner, and we can stay up late and watch movies, and..."

"Touya, let the poor girl breathe."

You look up to see a woman with white hair pulled back in a gentle bun, wearing an apron over her clothes. She has the kindest eyes you've ever seen, and when she smiles at you, something warm spreads in your chest.

"You must be Y/N," she says, crouching down to your level. "I'm Rei, Touya's mother. We're so happy to have you stay with us tonight."

"Thank you for letting me come over, Mrs. Todoroki," you say quietly, remembering the polite words your mother taught you.

"Of course, sweetheart. Any friend of Touya's is welcome here." She reaches out and gently touches your shoulder, and you have to resist the urge to flinch. Adult hands usually mean pain, but hers is warm and careful. "Are you hungry? Dinner won't be ready for a while, but I can get you a snack."

"She's not hungry," Touya says impatiently, still holding your hand. "We have important things to do. Come ON, Y/N."

Mrs. Todoroki laughs, a sound like wind chimes. "Go ahead, but don't wear her out before dinner."

Touya drags you up the stairs, chattering the entire time about all the things he wants to show you. His room is bigger than your entire living room, with shelves full of books and toys, posters of heroes on the walls, and a bed that looks impossibly soft.

"This is where you'll sleep," he says, pointing to a futon that's been set up next to his bed. "Mom put out extra blankets in case you get cold. And look!" He rushes to his desk and picks up something small and shiny. "I got a new game yesterday! It's got dragons and everything!"

You set your bag down carefully and look around the room with wide eyes. There are so many things, more toys than you've ever seen in one place, a window that looks out over a garden, glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling. It's like a wonderland.

"Do you like it?" Touya asks, and there's something almost anxious in his voice, like your opinion really matters to him.

"It's amazing," you breathe, and his face lights up like sunrise.

"Want to see my hero figurine collection? I have the limited edition All Might one, and Endeavor, and..."

A small voice from the doorway interrupts him. "Touya? Who's that?"

You turn to see a tiny boy with white and red hair, maybe five years old, peeking into the room with curious eyes. He's holding a stuffed penguin almost as big as he is.

"Go away, Shoto," Touya says immediately, moving to block his little brother's view of you. "We're busy."

"But who is she?" Shoto persists, trying to crane his neck around Touya. "Is she your friend?"

"She's MY friend," Touya emphasizes. "Not yours. Go play with your own toys."

But Shoto is already toddling into the room, his penguin dragging behind him. He looks up at you with the biggest, most innocent eyes you've ever seen.

"Hi," he says solemnly. "I'm Shoto. What's your name?"

Your heart melts instantly. He's so small and serious, like a tiny adult. "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Shoto."

"That's a pretty name," he says, and you can't help but smile.

"Okay, you met her, now go away," Touya says, taking your hand possessively. "We have things to do that are too grown-up for little kids."

"I'm not little," Shoto protests, puffing out his cheeks. "I'm five!"

"Exactly. Little." Touya turns back to you. "Come on, Y/N, let me show you the game."

But you're still looking at Shoto, who's now hugging his penguin and looking slightly hurt. "What's your penguin's name?" you ask him.

His face brightens immediately. "Mr. Freeze! He's a superhero penguin who fights bad guys with ice powers."

"That's so cool," you say, and mean it. "Can he fly too?"

"Well..." Shoto considers this seriously. "Penguins can't really fly, but Mr. Freeze is special, so maybe..."

"Y/N!" Touya says loudly, tugging on your hand. "You're supposed to be paying attention to me! I'm the one who invited you over!"

"Sorry," you say quickly, but you can't help glancing back at Shoto, who's now making whooshing sounds as he flies his penguin around the room.

"Whatever," Touya mutters. "Shoto's boring anyway. Look at this game..."

But before he can explain the rules, another voice calls from downstairs.

"Kids! Can you come help set the table for dinner?"

"Coming, Mom!" Touya calls back, then looks at you. "You'll like dinner. Mom makes the best food ever, and Dad tells funny stories, and Fuyumi always tries to make everyone eat vegetables but they're not that bad, and Natsuo will probably try to steal your yakitori but don't let him..."

As you follow Touya downstairs, Shoto trailing behind with his penguin.

In the kitchen, you meet Touya's younger siblings. Fuyumi, who's eight and immediately offers to braid your hair after dinner. Natsuo, who's six and grins at you while asking if you want to see his bug collection later (Touya immediately vetoes this idea).

And then there's Mr. Todoroki, Endeavor himself, the number two hero, sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper. You freeze when you see him, memories of your own father making you instinctively step behind Touya.

But when he looks up and sees you, he just smiles. "You must be Y/N. Touya's told us a lot about you."

"He talks about her ALL the time," Natsuo adds with a grin, making Touya's face turn red.

"Do not!"

"Do too! 'Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N said the funniest thing today...'"

"Shut up, Natsuo!"

"Boys," Mrs. Todoroki says gently, but she's smiling. "Y/N, would you like to help me finish the yakitori? Touya can show you how we do things here."

And so you find yourself in a warm kitchen, helping to prepare dinner while the family chatters around you. Touya stays close to your side, proudly explaining each step like he's the one teaching you instead of his mother. Shoto sits at the table, making his penguin dance while he waits. Fuyumi hums while she cuts vegetables. Natsuo sneaks pieces of food when he thinks no one is looking.

When you sit down to dinner, Mr. Todoroki asks you about school, and Mrs. Todoroki makes sure you have enough food, and the siblings all talk over each other in a way that should be annoying but somehow isn't.

And when Mrs. Todoroki notices you and Touya both wearing matching rings, she gets the softest look on her face.

"Those are lovely rings," she says quietly. "Very grown-up."

Touya immediately goes bright red. "Mom..."

"Are you two married?" Shoto asks innocently, and the entire table erupts in laughter while Touya practically slides under his chair in embarrassment.

"We're not married!" he protests. "We're just... we just..."

"They're very good friends," Mrs. Todoroki says diplomatically, but you can see she's trying not to smile.

"With matching rings," Fuyumi adds teasingly.

"Like married people," Natsuo chimes in.

"STOP IT!" Touya wails, and you can't help but giggle at how flustered he looks.