“Not eating the food I give you is not going to make me give you nicer food.” “You should be grateful I come down here and talk to you at all.” “Listen to me or I’ll treat you even worse.” “I picked you off the street because you were beautiful. You should feel flattered.” “You don’t need freedom if I give you everything you need.” “You can come out of the basement if you give me a very good reason to let you.” “What’s this? Are you trying to get away from me? You should know better.” “Get on your knees and pray I’ll forgive you.” “Oh, you’re hungry? Sing me a song and you can have my leftovers.” “Don’t cry, I’m keeping you safe down here, away from the world. You don’t need it. You only need me.” “Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you.” “I bought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight at dinner.” “You don’t get to decide anything, understood? I make the rules and you obey them if you want to remain unharmed.” “You’re nothing but a little doll I get to play with.” “I own you.” “Don’t worry, I’m not going to take away your virginity just like that. I’m saving it for something special.” “I’m not going to kill you. Not yet.” “If you’re good, you can shower with warm water today.” “Crying won’t make me stop hurting you. It just encourages me.” “You’re so young…” “I love it when you scream, but I will only stop when you can’t scream anymore.” “I’m sorry, I completely forgot you were still down here.” “There’s someone coming to join me tonight. I’m sure you’ll be quiet, or I’ll have to kill my guest again and it’ll be your fault.” “You’re going to have some company tonight. Try to think of him/her as your little brother/sister. I want you to do to him/her what I do to you, understood?” “I’m bringing some friends along to show them how well trained you are.” “How dare you talk to me like that. Wash your mouth, with soap. Now.” “It’s been a pleasure watching you grow up. Your mummy and daddy would have been so proud of you.” “I brought you some food. Now crawl over here and lick it out of the bowl like a good pet.” “I think you should remind me why you’re worth keeping alive down here.” “Tell me how much you love me and you can have your dinner.” — “Hello? Is anyone down here?!” “Oh my god, what is this place? How can you still be alive? I’ll get you help! Please hold on.” “You don’t have to hide from me. I’m trying to help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” “What happened to you? How long have you been kept here?” “Hello? Where am I?! Who are you?” “Have you ever tried to escape? Do you think it’s possible if we work together?” “It’s the police! Show yourself!” “Is that really you? Oh my god, I found you, I can’t believe I found you…”
“You take things so hard” “
Your heart’s too big for your body” “
You don’t fucking care.” “
It’s not you, it’s them.” “
You’re one of a kind and no one understands.” “
Your heart’s too big for your body.” “I look at you and I see myself.” “I don’t fucking care.”
“We’ll be a perfect family.” “ Everyone thinks that we’re perfect.” “
Won’t you be a good sister/brother?” “
I see things that nobody else sees.” “
No one ever listens.” “
Places, places, get in your places.” “
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.” “Smile for the picture.”
“Blood still stains when the sheets are washed.” “Kids are still depressed when you dress them up.” “
He/She doesn’t think I’m that fucking dumb does he/she?” “
He’s/She’s still dead when you’re done with the bottle.” “If they give you a new pill then you will buy it.” “
If they say to kill yourself, then you will try it.” “
All the makeup in the world, won’t make you less insecure.” “
Sex don’t sleep when the lights are off.”
Will I catch up to love?” “I feel like I’m glued on tight to this carousel.” “
Oh, come, take my hand.” “It’s all fun and games ‘til somebody falls in love.” “Chasing after you is like a fairytale.” “We’re always this close,” “Right when I’m near, it’s like you dissapear.” “
Where’d you go?” “
Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?”
You’ll never catch me cry.” “
Fuck your degree.” “
I’m not a little kid now.” “
Are you smarter than me now?” “But you’re not my daddy and I’m not your dolly.” “”You think you’re smarter than me”
“Think I just remembered something.” “
I’m tired of being careful.” “
Let me under your skin.” “
I said too much.” “
Why do I always spill?” “
Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap.” “
God, I wish I never spoke.” “
Think I got myself in trouble.” “
I’m sick of all the games I have to play.”
I carry band-aids on me now for when your soft hands hit the jagged ground.” “
Promise I won’t push you straight to the dirt.” “
Love everything you do.” “
you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do.” “
It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife/husband.” “
I wanna make you mine, but that’s hard to say.” “
Is this coming off in a cheesy way?”
“Tell me what to do to make it all feel better.” “
Maybe it’s a cruel joke on me.” “
Just means there’s way more cake for me.” “
It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.” “
I wouldn’t have been trapped inside this hell that holds me.” “
I’ll cry until the candles burn down this place.” “It feels like I’m dying.” “
I’ll cry until my pity party’s in flames.”
Tag, You’re It
“I’ll cut you up and make you dinner.” “
You’ve reached the end, you are the winner” “
He chased me and he wouldn’t stop.” “
Can anybody hear me? I’m hidden under ground.”
“Tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it.” “
I can taste your skin in my teeth.”
“I love it when I hear you breathing.” “
I hope to God you’re never leaving”
“Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?” “
Your mother said to pick the very best girl/boy and I am.”
Milk and Cookies
“I’m done with this.” “
I’m fucking crazy, need my prescription filled.” “
Do you like my cookies? They’re made just for you.” “
Ashes, ashes, time to go down.” “
Do you want me now?” “Can’t take it anymore.” “
Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end.” “
Never want to see you again.” “Shit behind the curtain that I’m sick of sugarcoatin’.”
“Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours.” “
She’s getting on my nerves.” “
Stop lying with those words.”
Mrs. Potato Head
“Don’t be dramatic, it’s only some plastic.” “
No one will love you if you’re unattractive.” “
Is it true that pain is beauty?” “
Do you swear you’ll stay forever?” “
It’s such a waste.”
This dream, dream is a killer.” “
I really hate being safe.” “
The normals, they make me afraid.” “
The crazies, they make me feel sane.” “
I’m nuts, baby, I’m mad.” “
You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone” “
So what if I’m crazy? The best people are.” “
Where is my prescription?”
“You can be Alice,I’ll be the mad hatter.” “
That’s probably the reason that we get along.”
Just me and you and you and me alone.” “
I don’t want to play no games.” “
I’m tired of always chasing, chasing after you.” “
I don’t give a fuck about you anyways.” “
Whoever said I gave a shit ‘bout you?” “
I wish I didn’t care all the time.” “
I never know what you need.” “
You know I give a fuck about you everyday.”
Gave you love, put my heart inside you.” “
I wasn’t scared.” “
Should I be scared?” “
How did love become so violent?” “
Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me.” “
I didn’t outgrow you, I just didn’t know you.” “
I’m fucking scared.”
“ I feel like I’m just missing something whenever you leave.” “
We’ve got all the ingredients except you loving me.” “
I’m not a piece of cake.” “
So I’m taking back what’s mine.” “
You’re just a piece of meat to me.”
this time, i’m not coming back. this time,
i’m kissing my knuckles before i stop clenching them
and finding the strength you never saw in me.
i am realizing i am much too soft to win the war
with my bare hands. this time, i am walking away
instead. i am realizing you are no good for me.
you are the color of loneliness. you feel like
being lost in the woods, but i am addicted
to how i feel when i find my way back home.
home. i thought i could carve one inside of you,
but in the end, the only one being haunted
is me. i’m at work thinking about how
the world would be better if you weren’t
in it. i’m in class wondering if my feelings
are as irrelevant as you have made them.
but i still laugh when you text me. i smile
when i’m with you, then go home and
wash my mouth out with soap. i love to feel
the love in my heart for you, but the truth is,
i’m still dealing with the aftermath of your
absence. i always wanted you to come back,
but the truth is, you never did one damn thing
that was good for me. you have a tsunami heart
and i am so tired of being caught in the wreckage.
so no more you first. no more feeling bad when
i leave your messages unanswered. no more
jealousy over the girls who get to be friends
with you with no consequence. i have to let this
go. i have to stop touching the wound and
breathe you out like the bad habit you are.
you don’t get to hurt me anymore.
i am finished. i am finished.
A/N. I love this beautiful bean. This one shot doesn’t mean that requests are open, or that I’m going to be churning things out regularly again (I know I suck I’m so sorry guys I’m just so swamped with school its a mess), but I have been inspired and have a few other things in the works that I’ll keep you posted on. Anyway, you guys know the drill, I don’t own anything except the plot, blah blah blah, including the above gif, as much as I wish I could own this beautiful man and some of his biker brothers.
Alright guys, enjoy!
Juice rolled down the street, enjoying the purr of his bike beneath him, the wind in his face. He heard Bobby and Tig behind him, but as he sped up they fell behind. They knew the drill anyway. The Chicken Man was nervous about strangers and wouldn’t talk to anyone but Juice. Hearing other bikes would spook him.
Juice rolled up beside the blue van, which was parked rather conspicuously in the middle of a backroad, got off his bike and walked up to the window.
“Juan Carlos.” the Chicken Man nodded, head twitching to look around the lot. “May I assume the stimulants are in your backpack bag?”
“Yes Chicken.” Juice couldn’t hold back his smile. This was his favourite part, the shady deals. There was just something exhilarating about it, and he had to admit he enjoyed when he was able to do something like this the rest of the club couldn’t. “May I assume you have the cash?”
The man looked around nervously, giving another jerky nod. “Yes. Would you mind getting in? Talking this way makes me feel very conspicuous.”
Juice couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Sure thing man.” He opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat. “You’re a lunatic, you know tha–”
He saw something move behind him, a flash of white. “Shit!”
He elbowed the Mayan (not a Mayan, he realized distantly, but a guy from that gang they were patching over), in the face, but hands, too many hands, grabbed him roughly and dragged him back between the seats.
There was shouting behind him, but he was too busy bucking and twisting to hear them properly. His arms were wrenched above his head roughly, pinned in a way he couldn’t shake off, and a gloved hand clamped down over his mouth. He shouted anyway, kicking and bucking and twisting and strongly regretting leaving Bobby and Tig behind.
The man with the hand over his mouth leaned down, and Juice recognized the president of the other MC. “You tell Clay, my bullshit MC’s got some reach eh?”
A fist slammed into his face and his head snapped back, slamming into the floor of the van. Distantly, over the sounds of fists hitting his face, his own grunts of pain, and the blood rushing in his ears, he could hear the Chicken Man.
“I’m sorry Juan Carlos, but I’ve run up a bit of a tab with these Mexican fellows.”
Juice was very tempted to tell the dick what he thought of his apology, and where he could shove it, but he was a little busy. He lost track of how many times he got hit in the face, and then when he was too dazed to fight back anymore they moved down to his ribs. He noticed distantly that one of the guys behind him was tugging at his arms, and when he bucked against them the jackass behind him dislocated his shoulder. He screamed, or at least he let out a strangled groan, and something absolutely disgusting was shoved into his mouth. He was pretty sure it was a sock. If it hadn’t been in his mouth he probably would have thrown up. As it was he was pretty sure he was going to need to wash his mouth out with soap.
He got hit in the face again, and all thoughts of being sick were knocked from his head.
Yoosung • He doesn’t curse even when he’s playing LOLOL • Very surprised when hears profanities from MC • Actually finds it adorable (what a dork) • Doesn’t like it when MC does it too often though Zen • He swears a lot actually • You both decide to quit • So you make a swear jar • It fills up pretty quickly • You use the money to go on a romantic trip together • Neither of you managed to stop swearing Jaehee • The Mom FriendTM is annoyed • Tells MC to mind your language all the time • Hides candy from MC unless they try to control their swearing Seven • Doesn’t mind it • Jokes about MC being a sinner and how they need to confess to God 707 • He doesn’t curse himself • He’s a ~devout Catholic~ after all Saeran • Doesn’t give a fuck • Who the hell cares anyway • He and MC are a bad influence on each other • But that’s none of your damn business V • My angelic cinnamon roll was not ready for this • How could such crude words come out of his sweet MC’s mouth? • Doesn’t dare say anything about that • Blushing a little but tries not to show it
• His own speech is impeccable • So he expects it from his s/o as well • Because it’s important for meetings and such • Is taken aback when he hears MC swearing • “What was that, young lady?” • Totally would threaten to wash out MC’s mouth with soap • He’s joking ofc (or maybe not it’s Jumin who knows what’s happening in his head all right bye don’t kinkshame me pls)
It’s been three months. Three. Whole. Months. Joshua wasn’t sure how he managed to do it, but he did. The inside of his car was cold as he rubbed his hands together and waited for the heater to pick up. Where were you? The snow was coming down heavier, and you were still nowhere in sight. Joshua shook his head and gripped tightly onto the steering wheel to keep his cool. You’ve been dating him for three months- surprisingly- but you’re still you. Wild. Bold. Blunt. Who knows what trouble you could be getting into?
Requested by an Anon:I love your work 😊 can you do one where reader is Scottish. Reader curses in Gaelic and everyone looks at her like she she had lost her mind while Chibs bursts into a fit of laughter because he’s the only one who understands it.
Tig was relentless in his attempts at trying to get into my pants, he’d been trying from the moment I showed up here. I wasn’t the newest croweater at the clubhouse, I didn’t even dress like them.
I worked in the office full time at TM, and part-time as a bartender in the clubhouse, I was paying my way through school, I figured it was better late then never.
“Hey baby, I’d like to slip into something more comfortable like you!” Tig raised his eyebrows smiling at me.
I’d had enough, I whirled on him, my temper snapped. “Pòg mo thòin! Falbh d`airich fhèin, gòrach pìos de cac!” (Kiss my arse! Go fuck yourself. stupid piece of shit!)
I was louder then what I intended, all eyes were on my. I heard a full on laugh, looking up, I see Chibs, wiping the tears from his eyes. I covered my mouth with my hands.
Everyone was staring at me, like I’d lost my mind, and was speaking gibberish. I grabbed a bottle of water and stormed out of the clubhouse. I climbed up on top of the picnic table, trying to calm my nerves.
I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach, that I was going to lose my job. I’d just gone off on the VP of the club. Ten minutes later the door opened, Chibs came out carrying two beers.
He handed on to me, before sitting next to me. “Where did you learn such color Gaelic?” He smiled at me.
“My parents moved here, when my Ma was pregnant with me. They were from Leith. I would go back and visit my grandparents in the summers.” I smiled at him. “My grandfathers taught me Gaelic, granted most of it was stuff that got my mouth washed out with soap.”
Chibs started to laugh. “I have to warn you, Tig thought that you accepted his offer.”
I dropped my head into my hands. “Great, just what I need!” I let out a sigh. “I can’t afford to lose this job…”
“Why would you lose this job?” His dark eyes gazed at me.
“I don’t know, I yelled at the VP and told him off.”
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me close. “Tig sometimes goes too far, you were standing up for yourself. We all know you aren’t a croweater.”
“Thanks. Did you translate?”
He grinned at me and winked. “I may have translated it as Kiss my ass, you prick. If you ask or insult me again, I will set your cock on fire, cut it off and feed it to the pigs!”
“That’s really…” I started laughing.
“Come back in love, none of the guys will bother you.”
He pulled me off the table. “Thank you again.”
Chibs smiled at me. “Bidh thu a ‘dol a-mach gu dinnear maille rium?” (Will you go out to dinner with me?)
I turned around to smile at him. “Saturday night at Seven, works for me.”
“I thought you only knew dirty Gaelic.”
I smiled at him. “My grams taught me the nicer things!” I walked into the clubhouse leaving him standing outside.
Joker: “I taut I taw a Batty Bat! Tee hee hee…” Batman: “Joker…” Joker: “I did, I did taw a Batty Bat!” Batman: “Shut up!” Joker: “Tsk, tsk. Such a rude behavior! If I were your Mother I would definitely wash your dirty mouth with a bar of soap!” Batman: “I’m taking you back to Arkham…” Joker:
“Same old, same old…You know, I’ve been there lately. Nothing new.
Well, maybe besides the upgraded ECT device. They finally turned up the
watts. You should try it, old friend. Nothing better to get rid of all
the bats in the belfry than a sizzle through your frontal lobes. At
first you’re a bit dumdum, but it actually helps clear all those pesky
neurotransmitters…” Batman: “Your choice, Clown. We can do it the old way, but you know exactly how it’s going to end.” Joker:
“Oh, p-lease. Again, with the Big Bad Bat story. Don’t forget, Darling.
This time you’re on MY territory. The Sun is beginning to rise, but
the fun is yet to begin. Now, be a good boy, and try not to ruin the
moment. Afterall, it’s just you and me…”
Taeyong:You simply told your daughter to clean her room.You thought since she only 5 she could learn to do something by herself.Taeyong was on the couch watching tv when she talked back to you.You didn’t say anything cause he has it all. “You are in trouble now go clean your room” he said
Jaehyun:Your son wanted something in the store and you told him no.He would cry a bit and be mad.But when you got home he was really mad.You told him he wasn’t gonna get anything being rude.He talked back to you in a way you have never heard.Jaehyun on the other hand would be mad not that mad but sort of. “Where did you get the idea to use that language at your mother” He asked
Doyoung:You, your daughter and Doyoung were going to the mall for a day.You guys needed family time and you thought it would be nice to shop together.You passed by the pet store and your daughter wanted a puppy.You told her no and she got mad she had did a little hit at your leg and talked back.Doyoung picked her up and walked out the shop to have a talk with her. “Your mom tries her best and you have to understand we can’t get you everything now watch how you speak to her” he said
Yuta:You were at home and told your son to get off the couch and stop jumping on it.He didn’t listen not knowing his had was almost home.You told him again to get off.He talked back to you right when he was done yelling at you Yuta walked in the door. “I think someone needs to learn manners stop talking back to her you hear me” he said
Taeil:He had no idea you took your daughter to the park but you quickly told her to stay near the playground.Being who she was didn’t listen and she quickly ran.You walked towards her and got on to her she talked back to you in a hateful way.Taeil was standing right behind her and she looked back knowing what was coming her way. “You think you can just run away and not listen to her your mouth has gotten worse I am not proud at all you better behave or you young lady are gonna wash your mouth out with soap” he said
Johnny:Your son was never a big fan of helping you out that made it harder on you.Johnny was helping you cook when you told your son he has to go take a bath before bed.Your son talked back to you and you wanted to cry at the hurtful words.Johnny stopped what he was doing and looked at your son. “I’m not raising you to learn how to talk back to your mother i’m doing it to teach you right from wrong so I think you should think twice” he said
Winwin:He never thought in his whole life time your daughter would make you cry.You were simply doing work and you told her to go to bed.She got upset and talked back to you.You cried cause it hurt you Winwin got out of bed and looked at your daughter. “Slow your roll and stop talking back to your mother that is not what you should do now go to bed” he said
Ten:He took your son out with him to the dorm and you were there.Your son wanted to stay the night.But the guys were busy so you told him no but he got mad at you and yelled at you talking back.The guys stopped and looked at him Ten looked at your son. “And who gave you the right to talk back to your mother cause I didn’t” he said