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“You need to stop trying to impress people who refuse to validate your value. They never will—and that’s okay. Because you know your value, and it isn’t defined by whether others like you or not.”
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Metal and bandages
Summary: She's a nursing student, he's a mechanical engineer and part of the football team 🏈💉
⚠️ English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. ⚠️
The gazebo (Pilot)
Parties, dancing, talking to strangers, and uncontrollable laughter were what you'd expect a college student like June to do on a Friday night, but no, instead she was running around curled up in a ball, cursing under her breath for forgetting her umbrella.
It was pouring rain, flooded streets, and distant thunder accompanied her as she tried to shield her backpack with her body. It wasn't the most effective solution, but she preferred her nursing uniform to getting wet rather than her disorganized folders and notes. She couldn't remember how long or how many blocks she'd run before reaching a small park. Her eyes immediately fell on the small structure in the middle of the park; it was almost like a gazebo, faded with time and with dirt on the roof from neglect. But at least she had one, and that's what mattered to June, so she quickly hurried to take refuge inside.
She dropped her backpack on the floor and proceeded to try and "dry" her hair while her eyes scanned the scene. She smiled gently because, to her surprise, the chaos looked quite relaxing—well, except for the occasional clap of thunder that made her jump and sigh. But aside from that, it was a relatively peaceful scene, until, in the middle of the silence, she heard wet footsteps behind her. She turned slowly and found herself face to face with James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky, as he was known at the university. They were neighbors in the dorm building; in fact, she frequently ran into him on campus, but despite the fact that they seemed to be chasing each other, they had never exchanged a single word, not even a sigh. This time was no different.
June gave him that small smile she usually gave him when they crossed paths, a gesture accompanied by a small nod, to which he responded by slightly raising his hand at his side. Then silence. He cleared his throat, and she pressed her lips together slightly. She didn't know why she felt a little nervous. She saw him often, but she'd never felt this way before. Well, maybe lately she'd become a little more aware of his presence, of the way the blue of his eyes seemed to sparkle when he smiled, and how his soccer uniform hugged his biceps a little—too—well. She shook her head to clear her mind and not think too much about the man who was with her.
The rain continued to fill the silence until a sneeze seemed to join the symphony. It was June, who was now gently rubbing her nose with one of her fingers before sneezing again. "Sorry," she murmured, a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it..." he replied in that deep voice of his. He remained silent, watching her out of the corner of his eye, noticing the slight tremor in her body, how she hunched over a little. He parted his lips slightly, as if he were about to speak, but quickly closed them again. Instead of words, he took off his team jacket and placed it over the girl's shoulders. She opened her eyes slightly and turned her face to look at him, surprised by the gesture. "...You were trembling," was all he said as he looked away.
She nodded and, with her hands, took hold of the edges of the jacket and closed them slightly, seeking a little warmth. It smelled like him, the fragrance she used to catch when they passed each other in the hallways of the dorm or on campus. She felt strangely comfortable with that scent nearby.
"June…" The sound of her name pulled her from her thoughts, and she quickly looked at him. "That… that's your name, right?" he continued, his blue eyes fixed on her.
"Uh… Yes, yes… That's my name," she replied. "You're James, aren't you?"
He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That's right… though you can call me Bucky."
June nodded, letting out a few soft giggles that she hid behind one hand as she extended the other toward him in introduction, a gesture he reciprocated. The handshake lasted a few moments longer than usual; the sound of the rain slowly began to fade. Their hands finally separated, and they both gazed at the sky as the rain disappeared.
June picked up her backpack from the floor, and just as she was about to return the jacket that was draped over her shoulders, Bucky spoke. “Hey… I know we’re not very close, but I’ve noticed we live in the same building. We could go together… if you don’t mind, of course,” he suggested with a touch of shyness in his voice, which made June smile and nod, accepting the proposal.
However, as they left the gazebo, June noticed something she hadn’t seen before: Bucky was carrying a small umbrella. It wasn’t big enough for both of them, but it was big enough for him—big enough for him to have been able to walk through the rain. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes seemed to light up. She quickly sighed, trying to dispel the thoughts that were starting to race through her mind. She didn’t want to get the wrong idea or get her hopes up over silly things. But deep down, the thought took root in her that maybe, just maybe, he had stayed there not because of the rain, but because of her.
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Hi everyone, this is my first time posting one of my writings so I'm a little nervous KSJSJSJ ⚰️
Anyway, if I see this has support, I might make more parts of this AU. And I might even write the "main idea" of my OCxcanon idk
Anyway as you asked here you go ^^ ( TW : BLOOD)
And a reminder this is a fake scenario, it's not canon in the AU or anything just something for me to practice writing on :3
He froze in shock at the scene before him.
Tears started streaming from his wide terrified eyes, his jaw agape as he tried to proceed on what just happened.
His spear has long been forgotten and now lies beside where he stands.
“N-no… This c-can't be…”
His legs buckled up before him as he fell to his knees. His hands trembling as he tried to caress her now cold cheeks. His tears stained her pale face.
“P-please… D-dont leave me… I should have been faster… I'm so sorry… Please…”
He begged shakily while he bent down slowly so now her cold forehead pressed against his own.
He can't even hug her or even try to stop the blood that keeps oozing out from her wounds as the spike prevented him from doing any of it.
They both now in a pool of blood… a pool of her blood…
He doesn't care if his armor were now stained by her blood...
He could have prevented this.
If he was faster she would be still breathing right now.
It's all his fault.
He let her die before his very eyes.
If he was just faster, he should have been faster!
“I'm sorry keya… I'm so sorry I fail you”
He pressed his forehead more against hers and clung as much as he could as if it could bring her back again.
His body is wrecking with sobs as he continues to mutter words of apology. He caressed her soft long hair that's now sticky with blood.
A familiar voice can be heard from afar.
“Ne Zha! Thanks Buddha's you oka-”
Xiaotian being the first one to arrive only to see something he would never even thought he would see.
The blossoms were now crying over the dear butterfly… His dear little butterfly…
The others that had finally catch up, only to freeze at the sight before them.
“I'm so sorry, keya… Please wake up… Please… don't leave me here alone… Please I'll do anything…”
Wukong tried to put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Ne Zha… You need to let-”
“N-no no no no! I-I should have been faster!… It's all my fault!… I-I…”
His words were being interrupted as heavy sobs broke out from him, tears never stopping leaving his eyes.
The others finally gained enough composure to try to approach and comfort him by performing a group hug, some do it while looking away from the now lifeless body before them, still unable to fully believe or process what just happened.
“It's my fault…”
“Shushshs shh it's not kid… it's never been yours…”
Said Wukong toward the poor boy as he also joined the hug to try to comfort the poor boy.
“Shshs… you have to let go of her kid… I'm so sorry…”
Hehe anyway this is actually a rewriting of a fake scenarios I did before, which is this.
Ignore the cencored one ^v^
I want to see if I did improved in my writing or did I do the opposite or stayed the same
Share your honest thoughts about it in the comments okay? ^^
───────────────────୨ৎ─────────────────── Ok here's the yaoi. ❗⚠️Warnings⚠️❗: This is smut. Oc x Canon. This is a continuation of another post I made. This has a cutoff because I'm lazy. And I'm sorry for your guy's eyes. ───────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────
(Mafioso's hands slip underneath the hem of Noel's shirt, his fingers trailing along the bare skin of his chest. A shiver runs through him at the sudden contact, and he leans in, his lips grazing the side of Noel's neck.)
Mafioso: "You're a damn tease."
(He growls, his mouth moving to nip and kiss at the sensitive skin there, his own clothing growing unbearably constricting.)
Noel: "As I always am.~"
(Noel moves his hands to Mafioso's hair and he begins to play with it. A soft sigh escapes Mafioso as Noel's fingers tangle in his hair, sending a shiver down his spine. He leans into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment, savoring the sensation. He then murmurs against Noel's neck, his voice thick with arousal.)
Mafioso: "Damn it… you're testing my patience, you know that?" Noel: "What patience? It barely seems like you have it.~"
(Mafioso's grip on Noel's waist tightens slightly, a mix of irritation and arousal coursing through him. He lifts his head from Noel's neck, their faces just inches apart)
Mafioso: "Watch it, you cheeky little bastard."
(His tone is filled with equal parts warning and desire, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He leans in closer, capturing Noel's lips in a hungry, possessive kiss, the last remnants of restraint slipping away. Mafioso pushes Noel down, pinning him against the bed as they kiss, his body pressed firmly against Noel's. He breaks the kiss for a moment, panting raggedly as he takes in the sight of Noel beneath him, flushed and disheveled. His hands wander, exploring the bare skin of Noel's torso, fingers tracing a path down his chest and stomach)
Mafioso: "You're… so goddamn infuriating…"
(He mutters, his voice hoarse with arousal and desire, his own restraint hanging by a fraying thread. Noel doesn't respond, trying to catch his breath. Mafioso watches as Noel gasps for breath beneath him, his chest heaving, cheeks flushed. The sight only serves to drive his desire higher, his gaze roaming over his body, taking in every little detail. He can't resist teasing out a reaction.)
Mafioso: "Already winded, huh? We've barely even started."
(He murmurs, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.)
Noel: "N-No I'm..- I'm fine!"
(Noel says this between breaths. Mafioso chuckles at Noel's attempt to deny his winded state, clearly not buying it. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Noel's ear, his voice low and teasing)
Mafioso: "You're a terrible liar, you know that? Your cheeks are flushed, you're panting, and your body is practically begging for me. And you want to say you're fine?"
(His fingers playfully brush over the exposed skin of Noel's stomach, his touch achingly light. A shiver runs through Noel's body as Mafioso's fingers brush over his stomach, the feather-light touch sending a jolt of desire coursing through him. He can feel the heat of Mafioso's breath against his ear, the low, teasing words igniting a fire within him. He tries to gather his thoughts, to form a coherent response, but his brain feels hazy with arousal. All he can manage is a soft, breathless admission)
Noel: "I-I'm not… not begging…"
(Mafioso's smirk widens at the sound of Noel's stuttering protest. He knows the effect his touch is having, the tension between them growing thicker by the moment. He leans in evencloser, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of Noel's neck.)
Mafioso: "Oh, but you are. Your body is betraying you, my darling. I can practically hear it, screaming for my touch, craving more."
(He punctuates each word with a soft kiss or nibble, his hands roaming over Noel's bare torso with tantalizing slowness. Noel doesn't respond and just avoids Mafioso's gaze. Mafioso doesn't miss the way Noel averts his gaze, a mix of amusement and desire coursing through him. He can't help but find his flushed face and silent submission incredibly alluring.)
Mafioso: "What's the matter, darling? No witty remark, no sassy comeback? Are you speechless for once?"
(He murmurs, his tone a mix of teasing and satisfaction. His lips find the pulse point on Noel's neck, nipping and suckling at the sensitive skin there)
───────────────────୨ৎ─────────────────── That's it :) My condolences for everyone's eyes and brain. And good day or night to everyone! ───────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────
--------------------------------------------------------- Bonus!!!: 1x1x1x1 in his bedroom hearing this:
Fuck you living in a Dream
I don't want to live in a Dream
Living in a Dream is not life
Living in a Dream don't provide the fire
Living in a Dream don't feed the emotions inside us
I don't want to live in a Dream
Here everything is supposed to be perfect
Here everything is bland
Here everything is insipid
I don't want to live in a Dream
I want the raw energy of reality
I want the consuming energy of melted ideas
I don't want to live in a Dream
Living in a Dream is a place of false peace
Living in a Dream is a place where nothing happen
Living in a Dream is a place where nothing get healed
I don't want to leave in a Dream
Their no place to evolve
Their no place to change
Their no place to dream
Their no place for darkness and grey areas
I don't want to leave in a Dream
I simply need to dream
© Givre Encres
I DONT WANT TO HURT YOU GUYS THE SAME WAY HE HURT ME
Genya x fem reader (angst to fluff, modern au)
**cw: yelling, arguing, harsh treatment (he apologizes) swearing, mentions of abuse, comfort**
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Synopsis
After 4 years of dating the two of you get married and start a family together consisting of 2 four year old boys and 1 two year old girl. The little family you guys started together mean the world to Genya, and he wouldn't want to do anything to harm you guys, especially in the same way his father harmed him and his mother and siblings.Recently he has been working later than usual and his boss and co workers are driving him insane with their constant demands of him. Today he arrives home at 8 at night extremely angry. He has an out burst at you and the two of you get into a fight which lead to him grabbing your fore arm and handling you harshly while yelling at you. You're 2 Sons come running in, yelling, begging him to stop, he then realised what he was doing and now he can't even look at you or his son's the same.
★Author's note: this is my first ever fic, im purely writing this to get it out of my head, sorry if my English isn't great, it is my first language im just not any good lol. Sorry if I didn't really write Genya well, it's my first time writing him. I love arguement angsty fics and I love my boy Genya. Not proof read sorry
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He didn't mean it, he swears he didn't mean it.
He didn't mean to make you cry,he didn't mean to make his son's cry, he wants to blame it on his childhood, watching his father beat up his mother and siblings almost every day must of made him think his actions were okay in the moment, but he knew that there was no excuse. He hurt you.
Things at home recently haven't been the best in terms of the relationship between you and your adoring husband, Genya Shinazugawa. The man who you have been in love with for almost 8 years now. The man you dated throughout your college years. The man who you said yes to, tears streaming down your eyes without a second thought when he proposed to you the night he took you out to the prettiest resort you had ever seen, the man who helped you and cared for you while you were pregnant with his twin boys and later his beautiful baby girl. The man who swore to make you and your children the happiest he could.
For the past two weeks you could tell that things at work haven't been going too well for Genya. He often woke up extra early, leaving you alone in bed and leaving almost immediately for work. Some mornings he won't even shyly kiss you on the forehead goodbye like he usually does, he just gets dressed and leaves you at home to take care of your loud 4 year olds and crying 2 year old. The day would go on as it usually does except now Genya gets home later than usual, sometimes it would already be dark long before he arrives home only to tiredly greet you, quickly eat the dinner you kept for him, sit with your children if they weren't already asleep and then go to bed a bit upset. It hurt you to see him upset all the time when you did get to see him, noticing how he isn't nearly as affectionate with you as he use to be. What hurt more was that your son's were starting to realize that their father didn't have time to them, making them feel like they weren't important to him, which was furthest from the truth. Today wasn't any different.
"Mommy... Psst! Mommy, wake up!"
You're eyes started to flutter tiredly, a heavy weight causing pain to your stomach. When you finally gain consciousness you find one of you twin sons sitting on your stomach with you in bed. You say tiredly "Hey, baby, what are you doing up this early?" He smiles at you with a toothy grin, showing of his little gapped teeth. "I dunno, I jus' wanna sleep with you, mommy!" You smile softly at how cute he is. You rest your hand on his cheek, his purple eyes resembling his father's shining bright at you. "Alright then, but first, where's your brother? Is he up aswell" you ask with a tired smile, a little worried that his brother may be catching up to something. Just before your question can be answered you here loud crying that came from the nursery. Your daughter must have woken up. Suddenly the cries grow closer and closer to your bedroom and before you know it your other son is running into the room with his little sister in his arms, clearly struggling to carry her weight with his small arms. He yells, panicked "Mommy! Mommy! Sissy won't stop crying! I just came to her cot and she started crying when she saw me!!" He now had tears in his own eyes, the thought of him making his beloved sister cry makes him feel terrible. You jump out of bed and take her out of your son's arms. You kiss him on the forehead before trying to calm down your daughter "Don't worry, bub. She was just crying because she missed you so much! Thank you for bringing her to me but next time just call me, alright?" You say, calming your son down. He sniffles "okay mommy, I will" he says with a faint smile.
After calming all your children down you take them to the kitchen and make your children each bowls of soft porridge for them to eat while on the couch where all four of you watched "The Goofy Movie" for the hundredth time in a row. You all sat peacefully watching, your daughter in your lap and your son's each leaning on one of your sides. The scene came on where Goofy and his son, Max are in their car on a road trip. You watched, a little bored as you practically memorised the whole script by now. That is until one of your son's tug on your pajama shirt.
He looks up at you with his sad purple eyes. You look at him, confused
"Hey, bub. What's with the face, don't you like the movie? Or is your porridge tasting weird?" You ask, trying to mask your worry. He shakes his head and speaks with a sad tone "Mommy, why doesn't Daddy love us like Goofy and Max?" With that your heart absolutely shatters. There's no way he thinks his father doesn't love him!? You rub his head with your thumb. Before you say anything your other son chimes in, sounding more upset "Yeah! Why doesn't Daddy love us anymore!? Does he not like us..?" You are now feeling frantic. Where is all this coming from? How long have they thought this!? You finally speak up, trying to hide your tears from escaping your eyes, you were feeling way too hurt by their words. "Guys, Daddy loves you! He loves you all so so much... He loves you and will never stop loving you... Why do you think he doesn't..?" You ask with worry, holding your children closer to you. One of your son's says in a sad tone, "But, Daddy doesn't play with us anymore... Daddy is never here with us..." He says, tears in his eyes. "Yeah! He doesn't play with us anymore. He leaves us all the time. He leaves mommy all the time too!" Your other son yells, feeling more upset and hurt by the realisation. Your heart is torn to shreds and you don't know what to feel. Sad that they think this, angry at your husband for not spending enough time with his family,or angry at yourself for not realizing these things sooner. You speak up with pain in your voice "No, no, no Daddy loves you guys, he loves all of us, he's just been busy with work!" You try reassuring them but you can see the four year olds aren't convinced with such an explanation. You sigh and say calmly "Ok guys, why don't we go out for ice cream and later when Daddy is home later, I'll talk to him about playing with you guys more.. how does that sound?" You ask with a weak smile, hoping that ice cream will make them forget about this whole thing for a while. Your son's eyes light up, as if the whole conversation before never happend "Ice cream! Ice cream" the boys chanted happily, making your daughter giggle in your arms. You smile at their sudden change in mood but you still feel a pool in your stomach.
Why the hell would they think such a terrible thing about their father? It's not their fault at all, but still, how could you let this happen? How could Genya let this happen? You felt anger bubbling in your chest. A mix of anger and sadness. You knew you had to talk to Genya about this, but every night you tried talking to him in the past about spending more time with his family he would just brush you off and tell you that " your being dramatic, im trying but they just won't let me catch a break at work" and end it at that. You weren't gonna let that happen tonight though. You were going to confront Genya about his behaviour and how it has been affecting you and the children.
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The evening started making its way into the sky, the bright blues from earlier fading into a mix of orange and red hues throughout the sky , clouds reappearing and taking form above. You had just finished making dinner for you and your children where they now sat on the floor of their bedroom playing with their toys that you and Genya had gifted them for their birthdays. You were now washing the dishes peacefully by yourself before you heard the door open and be slammed shut. Just by that noise you could tell that Genya just had a bad day at work. Has got to be as every time you texted him before today he wouldn't even read them nor answer them.
Genya huffed as he walked in, immediately taking of his tie and blazer, placing them on the counter. You smile at him softly, drying your hand and making your way to your husband. You kiss him on the cheek and smile up at him, glad that you get to him for the first time today.
"Hey,love, how was work? We missed you!" You say cheerfully. On any other day he would have smiled, kissed you back with a light blush and say that he missed you guys too and call for his boys to run to him and hug them tightly. Today however, he clearly wasn't in the mood, answering you with a grunt and saying in a tired, annoyed voice " Yeah, yeah, missed you too..". It was clear there wasn't any meaning behind his words and that made you feel hurt. Your two sons come running into the kitchen and run into Genya's legs happily. They look up at their father with big toothy smiles. "Daddy! We missed you! Come play with us!" They say excitedly. Genya bends down to hug his boys tiredly. He says in a forced sad tone as he hugged them. "Daddy missed you boys too, sorry guys but daddies tired so he can't play today..."
The two boys let go of their father, the one looking sad while the other looked a little upset. They both nodded and left the room without saying another word. This was the last straw for you, your heart couldn't take it anymore. Genya makes his way to the couch in the living room. He sits down tiredly, his hand in his messy mohawk cut hair, he sighed, he clearly just wanted to fall asleep right there, but you didn't let him. You took a seat next to him, you looked at him with eyes of sadness.
"Genya, love, we need to talk..." You start off, concern painting your voice. He sighs, he sounds very annoyed at your request. He looks at you with a slight glare "Can't it wait til tomorrow, can't 'ya see im not in the mood?" He snarls. You haven't seen Genya talk to you like this ever, he is usually soft with you, if he didn't want to talk he would ask politely if you could keep this for later, not snarl at you like this. You stand your ground though, not wanting to get intimidated by his annoyed state. You speak up firmly "No, we need to talk now. Look at me, it's important." He is upset by your firmness and sits up. He looks at you dead in the eye and says, his voice coated with venom, "I said im not in the mood. If it's about me being at work to much then im not fucking listening,ok?" He says angrily. His attitude towards you was making you more upset aswell. " Well can you blame me for wanting to talk about it!? It isn't good that your not at home anymore, it's affecting you and it's affecting this family!" You say forcefully,you were getting tired of all of this, you knew it wasn't exactly his fault, but right now you didn't care. He looks at you with disbelief,he was angry now, and thanks to him being at work all day,he was too tired to even think straight. He yells at you, his purple eyes piercing into you. "The fuck, you want to tell at me for wanting to provide for our family!? Are you fucking stupid or something!?" He gets up from the couch to stand and look down on you, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "What an ungrateful bitch do you have to be to think this shit!? Especially when I see you aren't doing anything for this damn family!" He yells, anger filling him. He has never yelled like this, he swore that he wouldn't. That night where he was crying into your arms 2 weeks after your wedding night. He cried saying that he never wants to hurt or even yell at you, after what he saw his father do to his mom he was traumatized. His screams still ringing through his ears. You held him closely, telling him that he will never be like his father. He promised you that he will never do anything to harm you, yet here we are.
You two kept yelling at eachother, the screams only growing louder. You scream at him, tears flowing through your eyes at this point. "Atleast our children have someone they can turn to, and doesn't push them away all the fucking time!I Amy not be out earning money but atleast I show my children the love they deserve out of a parent, what have you been doing!?" You didn't mean those things, but at the same time you meant every word. Genya's eyes widen. If you thought he was pissed before, now you've really done it. He made his way to you and grabbed your forearm tightly, making you wince at the pain.You struggle, trying to get him to let you go only for him to grip you tighter.
"TAKE THAT BACK, FUCKING TAKE IT BACK UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT IM GONNA DO TO YOU"
He yells, his head foggy with rage at this point. He never intended to hurt you, but he wanted you to fear him for saying that he doesn't provide his children the love they need, the children he loved with all his heart. He kept swearing, telling you to take it back, but you stayed silent, the pain he was enforcing on your arm being to much. Your eyes had tears streaming down your face and you yelled overs and overs for him to let go. Before the arguement can escalate any further you here a high pitched yell come from the hallway. It was your son, he looked furious yet he had tears streams Ng down his eyes. He was trembling, his little hands balled up into small fists.
"STOP HURTING MOMMY YOU MONSTER!"
he yelled, he ran to Genya's leg and started punching it with all he had, his punches not causing any physical harm to Genya. Genya's eyes widen, his vision finally clearing from all his anger. Genya's eyes are still wide as he takes in the scene he created. His son was trying to beat him off while the woman he loved with all his heart was crying desperately trying to get out of his grasp. He let go of you and your first instinct was to run to your son and hold him to get him to stop. You try to stop your crying as you held him tightly to stop him from trying to fight his father. He finally let his little fist free to hug you tightly, crying into the crook of your neck. All Genya could hear were the sniffles coming from the two of you. He fucked up. He desperately fucked up. After some silence your son spoke up in a broken little voice. He spoke Inbetween cries " S-see. Mommy- I said- I said that - daddy h-hates us!"
Genya's heart shattered. He finally understood what you were so desperately trying to explain to him. His own son, the son who he cried for when him and his brother were born. The boy that he held with his brother every night when he was a baby. The boy who said "daddy" as his first word. The boy who was crying Infront of him, thinking that he, his own father, hated him. Genya started to panic, the scene felt so fimiliar to him, and it made his heart ache. This exact thing happend when he was younger, but he had his siblings to help him through it aswell. Here, his son had no one. Genya then noticed his other son, holding his sister, cowering in the hallway, crying with his confused sister in his hands. It reminded Genya of himself, how he cowered with his siblings while Sanemi tried beating their father off their mother. He was his father in this situation, Genya was acting how his father would and the fact tore him apart. How did he even get here, what was he thinking? He's afraid he wasn't thinking at all, and because of him not thinking he now hurt his family. He hurt you.
Tears were streaming down Genya's face. All he wanted to do was take you all into his embrace, kiss you all on the forehead as he usually does and keep you guys safe from the world, but how can he do that now? He harmed you... If anything, someone should be protecting you all from him. But he loved you guys he loved you guys more than himself. All he could do was stand and watch you guys,crying softly. After some time he finally musters up softly, his voice breaking.
"Im so sorry... Im so so sorry.... I didn't... I-"
He was stuttering, trying to think of the right words. You didn't even pay him a single glance, all your attention on your children crying in your arms. You finally stood up with a weak smile. you held your daughter in your arms and your son held your hand while the other was holding his brothers hand. You said in a strained voice,
"come on guys, Why don't I sleep with you all together in your room?"
Genya's eyes widened at this, he choked out, tears still falling from his eyes. "WAIT! P-please, can we talk..? Please, love, Im sorry.. to all of you" he choked on his sobs, Genya looked pathetic like this. It broke your heart but you knew he deserved this. You gave him one final glance before taking your children to their room. Genya was crying, swearing at himself, how is he such an idiot? What was wrong with him? He didn't want to hurt you guys. He needed to see you, he needed to hold you, he needed to explain to you, but what would he even explain? That he is a complete asshole who doesn't deserve his own family's love? He didn't know
"Fuck... What is wrong with you... Weak piece of shit... You are acting- no, no I can't be... Shit, im acting exactly like him"
All he knew he could do was wait until the children are asleep, then, maybe he could talk to you... Then if you will let him, he can talk to his children too, and apologize for this whole mess. He wanted to tell you guys how much he loved you all, he wanted to hold his sons as he did when they were babies. He wanted his daughter to look up at him with that cute smile of hers. But after all this... He....
He chokes out another sob. He walked himself to your shared bedroom and waited, hoping that you will walk in hold him like you always would.
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The hours go by and before you know it, it's 12 in the morning. You talked with your children, calming them down and put them to sleep.You wanted to go to Genya and forget about this whole thing, just have things go back to normal. But you knew you couldn't... Could you ever after this? You look down at your fore arm, it was red from how Genya handled you. After the children were sound asleep you quietly left the room. You walked to your shared bedroom, you crack the door open to see Genya laying in bed, his back facing the door. He was hunched up in the bed, you could hear the sobs coming from the bed you two shared. He was holding the pillow you slept with, burying his face into it. The whole scene was making you feel sick inside, should you even feel bad? Is it bad that you feel bad for him?
You knocked before letting yourself in. He jumps up to see you, your eyes swollen and your cheeks flushed. He is so happy to see you, yet the tears fall more than before. He wants to get up and hug you but he restrains himself, he knows he doesn't deserve it.
"(y/n)...?" He says quietly. You look at him emotionlessly and take a seat onto the bed next to him. The two of you sit in silence, not knowing what to say. There was so much to say yet you couldn't think of anything, I mean, where do you even start? You finally say quietly. "Do you finally see why I want you to spend more time with us..? The boys... They think you hate us.." you hear another choked sob come out from Genya. His hand in his hair. "IM SORRY" he squeaks out in-between cries "I see what you mean now... I don't know how I haven't realised.." You look at him, your own tears threatening to spill, but you stay strong. You say in a soft voice."Don't cry, do you really think you deserve to?" His eyes widen, he stops his crying immediately, you were right, he didn't deserve to....
"Genya.... Why? Why all of this..? What were you thinking?" You ask him in a cold tone of voice. He can't even look at you. He says quietly, his voice shaking. "I don't know... I have no excuse for this. Things at work have just been frustrating lately and it's been pissing me off.Then I took it out on you-" he nearly starts to cry again but he restrains himself." Im Sorry. I don't deserve the forgiveness of you or our children but im sorry. And please... Tell the boys that I don't hate them, fuck, I love them, I love all three of them, and I love you, more than anything.." He swallows his sobs and looks at your arm, now red and slightly bruised. "Shit... I did that to you..? I hurt you like that." His breathing gets faster. Everything starts to blur, he couldn't handle this,he cried, speaking to himself,
"I promised I'd never be like him... I promised you I'd never be like him... What the fuck, why am I like him, why am I an abusive dick , and to the people I love more than myself" he starts to spiral and it got too much for you. You cup his cheek and make him look up at you, you wipe his tears away and try to reassure him "Genya, what you did today was inexcusable, but Genya,my love, you are nothing like your father." Your own tears started to spill from your eyes, "I know you love us, and I know how much you try just to see us happy. And I know you didn't mean to hurt any of us, your father can't say he did any of these things but you can. Genya please, don't say you're like your father because you aren't. You are kind, and sweet and..-" You are now crying, who were you kidding, you could never bring yourself to be cold to him, he was yours after all, your sweet, sensitive Genya. You hugged him tightly and he cried into your neck. He spoke in between muffled cries.
"I don't want to hurt you guys the same way he hurt me.."
"And you never will.... But please, don't ever do this again, not for me but for our children"
You guys cried some more and you finally talked it out. Genya held your fore arm gently in his hand, he rubbed it in his palm, a look of pain on his face. He kissed it gently and looked up at you "I will never hurt you again... You or our children. I promise, for real this time" You smiled at him and nodded "I know you never will... But... Do they?". You both knew you had to explain this to them, but how do you explain this to 2 four year olds and 1 two year old? Just as you two were contemplating that you heard little pit pat's make their way into your shared bedroom.
It was your two boys , tired eyes looking up to see you with Genya. They looked up at you and made grabby hands, signaling that they want to be with you on the bed. You pulled them up onto the bed instead of cuddling into your lap they went into Genya's. Both of you were shocked, did they really forget already? Your one son who was trying to protect you earlier spoke tiredly, little tear bubbles in his eyes. He held onto Genya tightly. "We missed you Daddy... Can we sleep with you?" The other twin nodded in agreement, too tired to speak. Genya couldn't handle it, a few tears running down his face, a soft smile making its way onto his features. He said quietly "Of course you can... You always can."
You decided to get your daughter who was luckily sound asleep to sleep with you all in the bedroom. You and Genya were so happy,your boys seemed to be better and you two finally made up. Genya held you all close to him. He kissed you all on the forehead as your son's drifted off to sleep. He whispered to you, his voice still slightly shaky. "If you wouldn't mind... Maybe I can call in sick tomorrow and stay here with you guys?" You giggle softly "You don't have to, I can tell all this work is very important to you" he says almost instantly,moving you closer to him, "Not as important as all of you.... You can show me how you take care of these three everyday. And I can help you, I can keep these two little guys entertained and you can get a break." He says with a smile. You kiss him on his jawline, making him blush. "I would like that" you say tiredly. Before you know it you all fall asleep
Yeah, Genya then decided from that day on he will always be there for his family, and nothing will ever come before all of you.
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Im glad this is done, lol, please like this it took a long time~
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Rules:
No incest
No minor x adult
No problematic relationships they never end well.
Angst is fine but don’t go too far.
No drunk ‘acts’ if they are not able to say no it’s considered as assault.
No bully scenario’s. That isn’t romance that’s abuse and a toxic stereotypical behavior who ever said a person picks on you likes you. That is not romance and that’s final!
Smut is fine but no minor characters. If suggested a minor character I will give you a warning, if you ignore me and continue I will block you.
Do not romanticize assault. Ever.
Now onto some fandoms I’m familiar with. Some fandoms may not be deemed for children. Please understand if I do post one fandom that may seem not deemed for children, I do not intend for it towards them. I even put warnings at the very beginning.
Family friendly fandoms
🥷Ninjago🥷
❄️Rise of the Guardians❄️
🐓Stardew Valley🐓
Possibly more in the future. I’ll let you all know or update this in the future. I would love to learn about more fandoms as my page will grow.