#and cuss at everyone who had nothing to do with him fucking up the wall he had no reason of cutting and cutting a pipe in the process

[713-4th-ward-g]

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#idk i kind of find it fucked up that my dad thinks it was a bad idea to tell me about his life insurance plan #he told my mom “ you think it was a good idea telling him ? you know people kill people for it” #almost if not is insinuating that i would do something like that #idk to me it speaks volumes on how he views me as a person to think i would even think of such a thing #it bothers me to think he would think id do that i definitely dont get along with the dude but i wouldn't do that 😂 #like you really think that low of me 😂 bruh that shit is sad to me #i absolutely hated him when i was growing up; literally had everyone walking on eggshells #you literally quite literally couldn't say anything to him or he would get aggressively mad #literally so mad that his screams alone would make my ears ring and hed throw stuff around in his little shed #i would be so scared as a kid helping him with a car maintenance or anything around the house cause any inconvenience #would have the man screaming at me when I've done nothing but try and help and cuss me out for the thing he fucked up something #for years i couldn't hang out with my classmates outside of school near my house without him cussing at me and screaming at me to go home #if he saw me with them at the abandoned next door neighbors house he would literally scream at me and cuss at me to get in the fucking house #and would grab my arm and push me inside; i was just in middle school at the time and ive already been through so much mental abusive #i would get blaimed for anything he did wrong when i would try to help him fix something around the house and it wasnt my fault #screaming and cussing at me calling me fucking stupid in Spanish i hated him so much his excuses are work had him so stressed out #like if that excuses him for taking his stress out on my sister and i; its absolute bullshit the man he is now is just a toned down version #thats why when he did it again not long ago it triggered me so much it brought back so many horrible memories i didnt want to remember #he didnt even apologize to me he just told my mom he was embarrassed and didnt know what got over him like that's an excuse to scream #and cuss at everyone who had nothing to do with him fucking up the wall he had no reason of cutting and cutting a pipe in the process #he was cussing at me saying i dont want to be critique 🤣 like dawg all i was only giving him options to fix the problem #he took that as critiquing and he fucking exploded cussing and screaming in Spanish i was sure we were about to fight again #it wouldn't be the first time ive fought him before when i was a teenager cause he would scream at my mom and grandma #and i would stand up for them and just for that he would throw hands with a 13 year old me a 15 year old me a 16 17 amd 18 year old me #he was a horrible person and i hate it when people tell me he was a good person there that he was a good father cause he provided for my mom #like if thay excuses the abuse he put my sister and i through like fuck that dude he had not right hitting my sister in the face #and mentally abusing us its absolute bullshit and i still have not gotten over my childhood #literally the worst time of my life was my whole childhood for every good time i had there were 10 times more negative shit that happened #so i find it funny that he'd think i would kill him 🤣 for his insurance money i dont want his stupid money #he really thinks that low of me and it's quite sad honestly

[hotchscvm]

dildo shopping

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

summary: aaron catches you dildo shopping.

word count: 1k

warnings: sex toys, emily being a little shit

Telling Emily about your less-than-adequate one-night stand had been a mistake. After being short with everyone for the whole day, she finally confronted you about the change in attitude and you confessed the guy you brought home the night before had gotten off without returning the favor.

She had asked when was your last orgasm and you had to think about it before telling her it had been a while. With that reply, she dragged you to the closest mall. That's how you ended up in front of a Spencer's.

You raised an eyebrow at Emily, sighing loudly as you reluctantly followed her inside. "Seriously, Em? I think I could've just bought a vibrator online or something."

"That could take days to come and you clearly need this now." Emily leads you to the back section, giving you a look. "Don't argue with me, you yelled at Rossi after he got your coffee order wrong today."

"I literally have no memory of that," you replied, trying to think if that situation had happened. "I didn't even drink coffee today."

Emily holds up an "I love Milfs" t-shirt briefly. "Because you threw it in the garbage after cussing him out in Italian. Rossi teaching you Italian really came back to bite his ass today."

"Whatever," you said, a twinge of guilt crawling into your heart. You shrugged it off knowing he'd understand and you made a mental note to get him his favorite bottle of wine to make up for it.

As you entered the back, you looked through all the dildos and vibrators lined up against the wall. Emily held up a purple dildo, reading through the description while you looked at the unimpressive dildo and vibrator wall decor, none really vibing with you.

"This one says it vibrates and is supposed to feel realistic," she mumbles, eyes narrowing as she reads through the instructions. "Six inches though, I think you can take more than that right?"

You giggled, unable to hold in a laugh. "I don't really want to think about Barney's small dick vibrating in my cunt when I want to cum, Em. Or Thanos for that matter."

She makes a face, putting the purple vibrating dildo back. "What a strange image. Thanks for ruining Barney for me."

Chuckling, you check out the lingerie a nearby mannequin is wearing. It's black and lacy, and while it holds up the titties, it's see-through and the panties are crotchless. Taking off its panties, you hold it up to your body. "Hey, this is cute isn't it?"

"Very cute, you should get it," Emily responds, looking through the hundred dildo options.

"Yes, you should."

You freeze, your ears instantly knowing who that voice belonged to. Emily looks behind you without turning her head, holding back a laugh at your clear mortification. A second passes and you turn around to see Aaron fucking Hotchner, your stoic boss and friend standing in front of you, looking at the lingerie you had pressed up against you.

You can't help but laugh awkwardly. "Hotch? What're you doing here?"

He's amused and you can tell because he's eyes are twinkling and the corner of his lips are twitching as if fighting the urge to smile. "I was picking something up for Jessica at Bath and Body Works when I saw you guys and wanted to say ... hi.”

"Wonderful." you deadpanned, placing the crotchless panties back on top of the mannequin's head.

Before either of you could say anything else, Emily joins in, a smile so smug and big it would've been hard to miss from space. "I'm going to look at that section of toys. Maybe you'll like a blue one instead so you can imagine it's Jake Sully instead."

She's too far away when you think about slapping her, already moving towards the side section of even more vibrators and dildos, a few naughty shirts display that separated you and Hotch from her. After glaring a hole into the back of her head, you turned back to Hotch, wanting nothing more than to melt on the floor and die.

"I-" you start, unable to finish; just like the night before.

He begins to look through the wall of sex toys, brows furrowing at the choices. Your cheeks redden when he picks up the infamous rose vibrator momentarily before placing it back down. It looked so tiny in his big hands and you wanted nothing more than to have his big hands in you. "What kind of toys do you like?"

It takes you a second to comprehend his question, still stuck on him seeing you shopping for things a boss should never know about his employees. "Um, whatever, really. I haven't really had one since college."

Hotch nods as if you were talking about a case and not about orgasming on a fucking sex toy. "I see."

You watch in silence as he studies the choices again, fully concentrated. He picks up a packaged dildo, regular colored, and holds it up to inspect it. You watch him eye the silicone dick before placing it back and picking up an identical one, only this one is thicker and wider.

"So ... you ever try one of these before with someone?" you asked, unable to deal with the silence but now wishing you hadn't spoken after that horrible sentence.

Thankfully, he chuckles, eyes not straying from the description on the packaging. "No, I haven't. I never really did have the time or someone who was willing to try something like this out."

"Ahh," you reply like a fucking idiot.

After another few moments of inspecting the dildo, he hands it to you with a smile. You take it instinctively, confused and gobsmacked at the gesture. His eyes are twinkling with amusement and something else you can't place. "That one should be the closest."

It’s about eight inches long, quite thick and has veins decorating the length. The head of it is big and you nearly salivate at the thought of getting off to it tonight.

"The closest to what?"

Hotch just grins in return and starts to turn away and walk out. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have fun.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fic #criminal minds #thomas gibson

[exhaslo]

Have you ever tried writing yandere!beast!miguel x chubby!female reader? I'd imagine it'd go something like beauty and the beast.

Your work is amazing!

Ohhhhhhhhhh, the IDEAS THIS IS GIVING ME IS UNHEALTHY!!! BUT LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

I'll do this one as fluff, but DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE SMUT I'M ALREADY THINKING OFF OHHHHHHHHHOHOHOHOH BOY.

Warning: Fluff, Possessive

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The city of Nueva York hid many dark secrets. There was always something new in every corner. One could live in the city all their life and still not know what dark, hidden truths that were scattered throughout the city that never sleeps.

But, the rumors spread.

You couldn't keep track of everything you've heard. You've only just moved into the city and it felt overwhelming. City life was nothing compared to the movies.

"Did you hear about Alchemax's CEO? He has locked himself in his mansion."

"Again? But...does it matter since the company is always booming?"

You couldn't help but overhear the chatter on the train. Funny enough, you had started working at Alchemax. You had heard a thing or two about your CEO, but never once met him. Funny enough, it was always the rumors you hear first.

But, it mattered not to you. It wasn't like you were ever going to meet the man.

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"Sir, could you please tell me again why I have to be the one to drop off these packages? Wouldn't Mr. O'Hara's assistant be a better fit?" You asked nervously.

"Funny enough, his close staff went on vacation. Besides, you would be in and out. He won't pay mind to you."

Why? Because you were chubby? This wasn't the first time you've heard a backhanded comment like that. It urked you. You came to the city for equal opportunity, but everyone only saw your weight.

"Good luck."

"Wait, how will I-" You gasped as your supervisor left you.

Oh, how you were ready to file a complaint to HR. You were left alone in front of your CEO's mansion with no way back home. You were abandon and you hated it.

Taking a deep breathe, you approached the main door and rang the door bell. The paperwork in your arms nearly crushed by your own frustration. Waiting for the door to open only angered you more. You huffed and kicked the door slightly, gasping as it opened.

Cussing quietly, you slowly entered the mansion. It was dark. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked for a desk, table, anything solid to place the file down.

"Um, excuse me. Sorry for the intrusion, but I have some paperwork from Alchemax, sir."

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Miguel let out a low growl as he laid in his bed. This beastly form giving him very little motivation to do much of anything. His glare shifted from his phone to the door as he heard the doorbell. Another poor soul has come to give him his paperwork.

Ready to scare the fool away, Miguel rose from his bed. His feet dragged with each step, causing an echo throughout the mansion. His low growls and hisses, giving him an eerie effect.

"Um, I-I'm just...going to drop this off....here." You stuttered.

Miguel's eyes light up as he heard your voice. Stopping his scary demeanor, he poked his head from the corner wall. There you were, shaking as you looked around his mansion. Miguel's breathing shuddered as he felt a fire lit inside of him.

"Wait," He called out, "Who are you? You're not the usual sender."

"Oh, um, hello, sir. I'm (Y/N) from marketing! I was asked to drop off from files for your approval since the usual sender was ill today." Your voice was so sweet.

"Ah, well I didn't mean to startle you. Please, help yourself to the room on the right. I should have some water in the fridge."

"Ah, thank you, sir."

Miguel withheld a breathe as he watched you walk into the room. Your hips swaying and curves calling out for him. How perfect of a treat you were. The only question was, would you be frighten by his form?

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You cooed softly as you drank a bottled water. Sure, this place was creepy as hell, but finally hearing a reassuring voice calmed you. Yes, you were surprised by the sudden voice, but who would have thought that the CEO sounded so charming.

"Ah, I don't wanna go back to work now." You whined quietly.

"Then don't,"

You gasped, jumping in place from the voice behind you. Catching your water before you dropped it, you sighed heavily. How could someone be so quiet? Turning to confront your CEO, you froze at the sheer height of him.

"Someone as cute as you shouldn't be working so hard." Miguel spoke, slowly approaching you.

"Cu-" You were at a loss for words.

For one, your CEO was a giant beast standing before you. Second, he called you cute. This was a first.

"Are you scared of me?" Miguel asked, stepping into the light. Your jaw dropped,

"I'm...more surprised," You whispered, staring at the tall beast, "I'm wondering if I'm even dreaming."

"You aren't. I won't hurt you either."

You were hesitant to his words. Who wouldn't be? You were surprised by how calm you were actually. This was your CEO in front of you. You've seen pictures of him, but never like this. It was strange, but you felt almost at ease.

"You would've by now," You said with a soft chuckle, "Um, if you don't mind me asking...How-"

"I do mind," Miguel hummed, his eyes sparkling brighter, "Would you take my proposal and work for me instead? I could use the help."

"Um-"

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It didn't take much to convince you at all. Miguel enjoyed how obedient you were. Miguel enjoyed your presence. You were kind to him. You were normal to him. You belonged to him.

Miguel made sure that you stayed by his side. He gave you a room in his mansion and kept you close at all times. You were oh so helpful to him in more ways than one. Miguel never thought that he'd have such feelings towards someone.

But you were special.

"(Y/n), come here." Miguel hummed, watching you hurry towards him.

His grin grew as you 'accidently' tripped and landed against his big, fuzzy chest. His arms wrapped around your thick waist, humming in delight as he held your thighs. You squeaked, but didn't complain as you fixed yourself on his lap.

"Sorry, Miguel!" You apologized. Miguel kept his smile,

"Quite alright." Oh, how he loved holding you, "Did you need something?"

"I must have forgotten. Holding such a beauty seemed to have distracted me."

Your face flustered as you looked away from Miguel. Ah, that look was so adorable. Miguel loved keeping you all to himself. Stroking your cheek with his claws, Miguel brought your attention back to him. Oh, how you belonged to him.

"Oh! Before I forget, you received a letter. It seems like you're needed back at Alchemax. Shall I go and inform-"

"No!" Miguel hissed, holding you closer, "You aren't allowed to leave! You are staying here, with me!"

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You felt your heart racing a mile a minute as Miguel held you so firmly. Despite being a beast, you were enjoying this warm embrace. Miguel treated you so kindly. Yes, you didn't get to go outside, but you didn't mind.

"Okay, I won't go," You whispered, calming Miguel down.

It was strange. Some might say that you were being held hostage by a savage beast. Some would say that you were insane. You could not deny those claims, but you didn't care since Miguel cared for you. He didn't mind your body and he gave you such sweet compliments.

"Shall I make you your favorite meal?" You asked sweetly. Miguel exhaled and buried his head in the crook of your neck, his hands still holding your waist,

"In a moment."

A shiver ran down your spine as Miguel spoke in your ear. How strange would it be to want to kiss him? You had seen his human form, you knew that he was human underneath the beast...But you still wanted to kiss him even as so.

How strange would it truly be?

To kiss a beast?

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It had been a couple of months since you've stayed at Miguel's mansion, helping him. You had grown feelings for him and wondered how strange it would be to act on them? Miguel was currently a beast, not human.

Hearing the sound of loud typing, you made your way to Miguel's office. You smiled as you watched the tall beast working diligently. It was funny since he was a CEO but hasn't stepped foot in his building.

"(Y/N), come in." Miguel chuckled. You smiled brightly, hurrying to his side,

"How'd you know it was me?" You teased. Miguel glanced down at you, easily picking you up and placing you on his lap, "Miguel! I'm heavy!"

"You're not," He hummed, nuzzling your neck, "You're perfect just the way you are."

"Hehe, Miguel, you're too kind." You cooed, feeling your heart race from glee, "Miguel?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you," You chirped and pecked his cheek, "Is it okay for me to like you?"

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Miguel felt a rising heat from within. He hid his smile as he turned your head, chuckling at your cuteness. How delicious this was. You were right in his claws. You belonged to Miguel and no one else. You were never going to leave his side.

"It should be the other way around."

Miguel chuckled darkly as he brought you in for a kiss. Your body trembling under his touch as his tongue ravished your mouth. You smelled so sweet and you were all his. Swirling his tongue inside your mouth, Miguel hummed towards how sweet you taste.

"You're mine forever, (Y/N)"

Mine and no one else.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!!!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #across the spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader

[alvojake]

The Murder House | Pt. Two

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕/𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 | 𝒑𝒕. 𝒐𝒏𝒆 | 𝒑𝒕. 𝒕𝒘𝒐 | 𝒑𝒕. 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

「synopsis」 : with everyone's lives on the line, will luck be on your side? except it seems like whoever trapped you here doesn't plan on letting any of you leave that easy... suspicion is rising, and trust is starting to falter, but can you save everyone and bust whoever put you and your friends through this hell?

「word count」 : 11.3k

「genre」 : horror/thriller, gore, angst, psychological thriller, mystery

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, spiders/bugs, water, blood, mentions of betrayal, arguments, mentions of claustrophobia & arachnophobia/entomophobia, mentions of spider venom, life or death situations, more mind games, mental health disorders (anxiety, panic attacks, breakdowns, etc...), (some tags will be hidden as to not spoil the story!)

Jay groaned as he opened his eyes, his hand instantly going to his head, trying to soothe the dull pounding behind his eyes. Riki, who had just been shaking the older male, looked down at him before moving back, letting him sit up. As the throbbing died down, Jay’s brain swirled with questions once more, how many times had they been drugged at this point? Where had they been taken now? And most importantly, where was everyone else?

“Where are we?” Jay asked, voice hoarse from the lack of any fluid, his eyes scanning the room. “And where’s y/n?” Riki watched him with an unreadable expression but rolled his eyes when he wasn’t looking.

The walls looked as if they were made out of concrete, water stains dripping down from the ceiling. The ground was solid and cold under Jay’s palms, sending a shiver up his spine. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought this was some kind of dungeon. 

“I’m not sure.” Riki’s voice was low as he glanced over his shoulder, “looks like some kind of basement.” 

Jay scrunched his eyebrows at the boy’s calm tone. He knew that Riki had always been exceptional at hiding his emotions. This, however, he would think would warrant at least a tremor in his voice, but there was nothing.

The last thing Jay wanted was to throw any more accusations at anyone, let alone his little brother, so he just brushed it off. Standing on his feet, he dusted his jeans off before he heard what sounded like chains rattling on the other side of the room. Both Riki and Jay’s heads snapped over in that direction, and their eyes grew wide.

There, in a room separated by a glass window, sat Heeseung, hands cuffed to the arms of a chair. Pure fear and panic painted his face, which was only mirrored onto Sunghoon’s as Jay looked over at the taller male. 

Sunghoon stood in front of the window, fear etched into his features as he looked at Heeseung. His heart was beating at what seemed to be a million miles an hour. His eyes never strayed from the older male as Jay and Riki walked up to join him.

Heeseung’s panicked eyes move over to Jay when he comes into view, arms straining against their restraints, “Jay, what’s the fuck is going on?” His voice was higher in pitch as he yanked on the cuffs once more, but just like his last attempts, they proved to be fruitless.

Jay’s words caught in his throat as he started to realize what was going on. This was another game. 

Sunghoon saw movement in the corner of his eye, causing him to look up. He felt his blood run cold. Above Heeseung was a crate of spiders, at least a couple dozen crawling all over each other. Seeing the creatures made his skin crawl, and his mouth went dry as he tried to speak.

“I don’t wanna panic anyone, but…” He spoke quietly, pointing to the tub of spiders, which caused all eyes to follow. Jay’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull while Riki licked his lips. However, Heeseung…

“Guys, get me the fuck outta here! I mean it!” Heeseung started to panic, roughly pulling on his restraints. His heart beating so loudly it was deafening, his body starting to shake as sweat coated his skin. Bile crept up his throat the longer he kept looking at the creatures that hung over his head. Spiders had always, always freaked Heeseung out, going as far as jumping on the couch, nearly falling right on Sunghoon when he found a tiny one on his apartment floor, begging you to kill it.

“Ahhh, everyone is already awake,” A distorted voice cuts through the speakers in the room, causing all four of the boys to jump; Heeseung stopped moving, his hands still trembling. “Hello, gentlemen, and welcome to game number two! Let’s get straight into it, ya? Your last rooms may have been easy peasy lemon squeezy, but that doesn’t quite travel over.” Sunghoon’s eyes flicker all over the room, trying to find the source of the voice, “now you better put on your running shoes because you’ll have to move quickly if you wanna get your friend outta there, otherwise, well, he’ll experience a pain like no other.” Just then a big screen powers on, displaying a timer, the numbers frozen. “Good luck! Oh, and don’t let the bugs bite!” The voice then cut out, and a spotlight clicked on, showing a lockbox on a table that sat right under the screen.

Then the timer started. Jay’s heart dropped, his feet glued to the spot on the ground, his ears ringing loudly. Sunghoon’s horrified face shifts back to Heeseung, who is staring at the ground by his feet. Riki watches Sunghoon from the corner of his eye, studying his expression, his hands stuffed deep in his jacket pockets.

Sunghoon swallowed thickly before looking between Riki and Jay, “how can we be sure that the spiders will actually drop?” His voice shook, hands trembling at his sides, “or if they’re even venomous?” 

Jay couldn’t help but glare at the younger male, “Are you dense or something, dude? They have literally drugged us. Twice! What makes you think they won’t drop those spiders on him, huh?” The tone in Jay’s voice caused Sunghoon to recoil, flinching slightly.

“I’m just saying there’s a possibi-” “Those look like Sydney funnel-web spiders, highly venomous.” Riki cut Sunghoon off, causing both of them to look over at him, “if that many were to bite him at once, he’d die in five minutes tops.” he explained, voice trembling slightly as he looked over, meeting Sunghoon’s eyes, gleam in his pupils. “We’d need an ass ton of anti-venom, and that’s if there is any.”

At the new information, Heeseung felt his blood run cold. His arms violently tugged at his restaurants, and tears started to brim in his eyes. His attention then turned to Sunghoon, who was still looking at Riki.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” Heeseung seethed, sending a deadly glare toward the dark-haired male, “Lock us in some fucking sick and twisted games just to kill us off, just like you did the hacker. Is this what you get off to?”

Sunghoon’s eyes blew wide at Heeseung’s accusations, hurt contorting his face into a glare of his own. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? What fucking hacker?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb; we found your bracelet on the dead guy's body.” Heeseung scoffed, tugging on the restraints once more, “thought you could hide it, huh? Well, news flash, if you’re gonna kill someone, try not to lose any of your belongings on the body!”

“My bracelet? My bracelet is on my…” Sunghoon’s words trailed on as he held his hand up, shocked eyes right on the spot where his bracelet would normally be sitting.

“Oh, cat got your tongue? Yeah, we caught your ass red fucking handed.” Heeseung’s words dripped venom, eyes burning with rage.

Sunghoon glared at the older male, his body starting to shake due to anger and embarrassment. Riki watched the two go at each other, standing just a few feet away while Jay tried to concentrate on finding the pieces of clues they needed.

“Yeah and how do we know that you didn’t plant the bracelet on the body, huh?” Sunghoon turned the accusation around on Heeseung, “How do we know you're not the one behind all of this?” 

Heeseung laughed in disbelief, “Yeah because I would totally cuff myself to a chair under a box of the most venomous spiders IN THE FUCKING WORLD!” He shouted, yanking the cuffs and ignoring the pain that shot up his arm.

“Who knows, maybe this is just another tactic to throw us off your trail!” Sunghoon’s eyes narrowed, and that’s when Jay finally had enough, stepping over to the three.

“Stop. Both of you, this is fucking ridiculous.” Jay interjected a glare of his own, adoring his face, “We don’t have all the time in the world to sit here and argue about who’s behind all of this. You two bickering like a damn pair of street cats is only wasting time.” He shot a glare at Heeseung, too, who just shook his head, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “And you, why the fuck are you just standing there? This isn’t some telnova you can just sit back and watch, we need to find these clues.”

Sunghoon scoffs, nodding his head before looking over at Jay, pointing a finger at his chest, “And what about you?”

Caught off guard, Jay raises an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact that you seem pretty damn calm considering everything that’s happening,” Sunghoon stated in a matter-of-fact tone, causing Jay’s eyes to narrow into slits.

“One of our closest friends is sitting under a fucking ticking time bomb; I have no other choice than to be calm, Sunghoon.” Jay fumed, pointing a finger in Heeseung’s direction.

“How can you even be sure that they’ll actually drop?” Sunghoon resorted once again.

“Can you guarantee they won’t?” Jay asked, his undertone obviously showing that the trust he held for Sunghoon was starting to dwindle. His eyes were hard as he stared at the younger boy, who suddenly went silent. “Exactly, but if you’re okay with just sitting back and watching as one of your best friends sits on the brink of death, then be my fucking guest, but don’t expect anyone to come to save your sorry ass when it’s you in his position.” 

Sunghoon looks at Jay in complete disbelief, his hands trembling at his sides as heat rushes up his neck. He held eye contact with Jay, waiting to see if he would realize just how messed up what he said was, but when Sunghoon realized that he wasn’t going to, he looked away with a scoff.

“So quick to throw the blame on me, but what about your innocent princess? How do you know she didn’t plant my fucking bracelet on the body?” Sunghoon sneers, causing Jay’s jaw to tighten.

“That’s a pretty low blow, Sunghoon, blaming my sister because you fucked up.” Riki glared at the older male, arms crossed over his chest.

“I don’t kill anyone,” Sunghoon growled, eyes shooting daggers at the boy.

“Oh, and my sister did?” Riki shot back, a look of pure disgust covering his features, “And to think she thinks of you as a friend.” He scoffs, shaking his head and Sunghoon laughs, eyes looking away from Riki.

“Your sister isn’t this princess you see her as Riki. She’s not as innocent as you may want to think she is.” Sunghoon said, a fire burning in his pupils.

Riki could feel a rage bubble up in his gut; however, before he could open his mouth to resort, Jay intervened.

“Knock it the hell off,” Jay exclaims, grabbing Sunghoon’s shoulder. His patience is starting to wear thin.

Sunghoon just shrugged him off, glaring at him, “back off.”

That’s when that last little bit of patience that Jay had broken. Fed up with how Sunghoon was acting, Jay grabbed a hold of the boy's collar, pulling him close. “We are running out of time, so you can either hop off your high horse and help or shut up and get the fuck out of our way.”

Taken aback, Sunghoon shoves Jay off of him before taking a step back, his eyes narrowing. Heeseung sits quietly in his seat. The argument is like background noise as he lets his thoughts run wild.

“Did you do this, Sunghoon?” Heeseung’s voice was flat, with no sign of any emotion, head hung low. Sunghoon’s eyes snap over to him, opening his mouth to say no, but Heeseung cuts him off, “Then why was your bracelet on the body?” Heeseung lifted his head, and Sunghoon’s breath caught in his throat; tears brimmed in the older male’s eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. “If I’m going to die here tonight, I at least want to know why.” Heeseung’s voice cracked, and the tears he fought so hard to hold back broke free, streaming down his cheeks and dripping from his chin.

Sunghoon was at a complete loss for words, the severity of everything finally starting to sink in. Tears of his own filled his eyes as he watched Heeseung break. 

“I didn’t kill anyone, I swear.” Sunghoon nearly choked on his words, “I don’t know why my bracelet was there, but it wasn’t me.” However, his words held very little importance to Heeseung, and Sunghoon could see the trust crumbling into fine dust. Sunghoon then walked closer to the window, placing his palm flat on the glass, “We’re gonna get you out of here, and we’re gonna get out of here alive, I promise.” Sunghoon’s voice shook, tears dripping from his eyelashes.

Heeseung just shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You shouldn’t make promises that you can’t keep, Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon repeats his words once more before wiping the tears from his face and turning towards Jay. Taking a few steps, he called out to the older male, gaining his attention.

Jay turned, a glare still fixed on his face, “If you’re going to say some stupid shit again, I don’t wanna hear it.”

The younger boy just swallowed thickly, shaking his head, “What do you need me to do?”

Jay looked him up and down, scrutinizing him before holding a piece of paper up. " We need to find two more pages with these symbols on them. I already found two, and Riki is over there looking for another.” He explained, pointing over to the younger boy who was rummaging through a filing cabinet.

Sunghoon nodded quickly before turning and making his way over to the cabinets that lined the far wall, tearing them completely apart. His mind was going haywire, thoughts overshadowing themselves as he repeatedly told himself that he would get Heeseung out. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed the eyes that were watching him.

Riki peeked over his shoulder, seeing that both Jay and Sunghoon were too immersed in trying to find more of the code to be paying him any mind, and Heeseung’s eyes were trained on the floor by his feet, lost in his mind. Curing his fingers around whatever sat in his palm, he stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets just as Jay turned around.

The silver-haired male nodded at Sunghoon as he handed him the piece of paper that he had found before turning towards the younger boy.

“Have you found anything yet?” Jay asked, and Riki just shook his head, tightening his fist in his pocket. He had to bite his tongue as he listened to Jay grumble out a few curses before telling Sunghoon to keep looking. His head turned back to the timer, watching the seconds tick away.

~

The three of them completely tore the room apart, trying to find the last piece of the code. Sunghoon was starting to grow frustrated because he was sure that they had searched every single nook and cranny of the room but had yet to see any sign of it. Jay chewed on the nail of his thumb, trying to think of any other place they could look, while Riki continued to search through the cabinet on the opposite wall of Jay.

Heeseung lay his head back on the chair, eyes closed, thinking back to his childhood and all of the memories he’d made over the past few years. He was always a quiet kid when he was younger, never really feeling like he fit in anywhere. He was always sitting in the back of the class, staring out the window as music played through his headphones. Then he met Sunghoon in middle school.

Sunghoon was a new transfer student, perceived to be this quiet, cold guy who barely spoke a word to anyone. The only thing that anyone knew was that he could always be found at the ice rink or in the park with his camera. Heeseung saw himself in the boy, and he knew just how lonely it got, so he started to talk to Sunghoon every day regardless if the younger wanted him to or not. One day, Sunghoon stopped fighting him, and they became close friends, then they met Jay in high school. Then his mind went to when he first met you; you and Riki had just moved into his apartment complex, and you were carrying boxes up the stairs and almost fell. Thankfully for you, maybe not so much Heeseung, he was walking right behind you on his phone until you fell back, right into him. He managed to grab both you and the railing in time before either of you could fall; however, his phone didn’t quite make it safely.

“Ya know there’s safer ways to fall for me.” He teased you, watching as your face started turning red. You had apologized and promised to fix his phone, but he just chuckled, telling you that it was fine before helping you lug all of your belongings into your apartment, where Riki was waiting for you. From there, the two of you become inseparable, leading you to introduce him to Jake and Sunoo, and he introduces you to the other guys.

Everything was picture-perfect. Sure, you all have your ups and downs, but what friend group doesn’t? So he was left with the question of why. Why were you guys brought to this point? What had caused this? Where did they do wrong?

Heeseung lifted his head just as Jay walked in front of the window, “Jay.” His voice was hoarse from holding back tears but was still heard by the silver-haired male, causing him to stop and look over at Heeseung, “Do me a favor and tell y/n that I’m sorry for being so mean, ya?”

Jay felt his heart drop when he realized what Heeseung was implying; shaking his head, he told him no, “You can tell her yourself, dumbass, we’re getting you out.”  

However, Heeseung just shook his head softly, a small, sad smile playing on his chapped lips. The light that used to always gleam in his eyes was slowly vanishing. This broke Jay’s heart because he knew that his closest friend was accepting the fact that he may not make it out of there alive.

“There’s only fifteen minutes left, Jay. I’m not getting out of here.” Heeseung’s words stung Jay to the depths of his soul. Tears that he was trying to keep at bay started to spill over, flowing down his flushed cheeks. “Tell my mom that I love her and to make sure to look after herself.”

Jay wiped his face after finally realizing that he was crying, glaring at Heeseung, “Shut up, we’re getting you out of here.” His voice shook, willing himself to keep from breaking down, not even sure who he was really trying to reassure Heeseung or himself.

Sunghoon was rushing around the room, his heart beating in his ears and he tore apart places that he had already looked in multiple times. He knew that the last piece had to be around here somewhere, it couldn’t be gone, it just couldn’t. Turning around, his eyes landed on the younger boy who hadn't moved from that one side of the room.

“Riki, are you sure you haven’t found anything?” His voice came out a lot louder than he had intended, causing Riki to look over at him with wide, shocked eyes.

“Are you saying I was lying? I have been looking this whole time just like the two of you.” Riki sneered, glaring at the dark-haired male.

“Fuck, no, sorry.” Sunghoon curses, running his fingers through his hair, avoiding Riki’s harsh gaze before making his way over to the lockbox.

He grabbed the lock with shaky hands, inspecting the pattern of symbols on the dial. Running his fingers over the grooves, he turned around and found Jay hunched over another table, deep in his thoughts.

“Couldn’t we just try to guess the code?”

Both Riki and Jay looked over at the boy, Jay’s face devoid of any emotion as tears rolled down his cheeks, while Riki’s was stoic almost as if he wasn’t fully there.

“There are way too many possibilities, not to mention we don’t even have the last piece, so it’ll make it ten times harder,” Riki stated, pulling his lips into a thin line when he saw Sunghoon’s face drop.

“We don’t have the time for it anyway.” Jay’s voice cracked, eyes avoiding Sunghoon’s as he looked up at the timer, causing the other two to look over as well.

‘00:10:27’

Sunghoon felt the lump in his throat return, his body growing warm as a thin layer of sweat coated his icy skin. His ears were ringing so loud he couldn’t hear anything other than the high-pitched sound. Turning around, he started trying any combination on the lock that he could think of that involved the three pieces that they already had. Mixtures of curses and cries fell from his lips every time one of them turned out to be wrong.

Jay pushed himself off of the table before rummaging through the cabinets for the nth time, a small inkling of hope that he’d be able to find it. His hands shook so back that he could barely grab onto anything, his vision blurry as the tears fell from his lashes endlessly.

Riki moved from his spot, standing in front of the window to meet Heeseung’s gaze, who offered him a small smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. The younger boy stood there with a solemn look on his face, his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his jacket.

“Hey Riki,” Heeseung’s voice was merely above a whisper, but the boy heard it nonetheless. "Take care of your sister. She’s going to need you after tonight.”

Riki swallows thickly, nodding his head, “always.”

Heeseung nods his head slowly, his smile never leaving his face. His eyes then travel to the other two, Sunghoon’s movements frantic when he realizes just how quickly time is running out. Jay moves over to the cabinet that Riki has been looking through, throwing everything to the ground as he searches it.

“Guys,” Heeseung calls out to them, but neither of them pays him any mind, not wanting to hear anything he has to say. Their hope was hanging on by a thread, but they were going to try their damnedest, even to the very last second. Heeseung bit the inside of his cheek, his heart rate speeding up as he watched the seconds tick by. “Listen to me, dammit!”

‘00:01:25

Sunghoon and Jay reluctantly looked away from what they were doing, tears stinging their eyes as they met the older male’s eyes. Heeseung looked between them with a sorrowful look, his eyes glancing over to Sunghoon, “I’m sorry for accusing you, Hoon; I know you’d never do that.” Tears started to spill from Heeseung’s bloodshot eyes; Sunghoon bit his lip, shaking his head.

‘00:01:02’

“It’s okay, Hee. I’m sorry for lashing out.” Sunghoon’s voice shook, fresh tears brimming his eyes. His heart felt as if someone was stabbing multiple tiny little knives into it before leaving it to bleed out. Was he really going to lose his best friend like this? The first person who actually saw him as a person?

“Water under the bridge, right?” Heeseung’s voice was soft, not a single ounce of malice causing Sunghoon’s heart to lurch, nodding his head too afraid his words would fail him.

‘00:00:54’

Heeseung’s eyes then moved over to Jay, who was standing there, lip trapped between his teeth, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Jay, go and ask y/n out when y’all make it out of here, ya?”

Jay felt dizzy, blinking harshly to try and clear the tears that had built up on his waterline. Licking his chapped lips, he nods, “Yeah…” His voice trails on the first tear, dropping, allowing the others to follow. His whole body shook as he watched his best friend look over at Riki, all the thoughts of their past circulating in his mind. His heart was cracking little by little until it was completely shattered, the shards cutting everything around it. Was this really going to be the end of their friendship? Was it really going to end before they got the chance to be each other's best man at their weddings? Before they could watch their kids grow up together?

‘00:00:42’

Riki refused to meet Heeseung’s eyes, keeping them glued to the ground right by his feet. His mind was swirling with thoughts, but his face remained unchanged even when Heeseung coaxed him to look up.

“You’re a good kid, Riki. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I know your sister may give you a hard time, but she loves you. So much.” Heeseung’s voice then cracked, “I will always be with you guys. Feel free to take any of my games from the apartment. I wouldn't want them to go to waste.” Tears were flowing down Heeseung’s flushed cheeks as he offered the boy a small smile.

Riki didn’t say a word, his jaw clenched tightly. His eyes seemed to have darkened as he altered his gaze, the tips of his ears turning a shade of scarlet red. How was he going to explain all of this to his sister? How was he going to be able to sit there watching as she sobbed over the death of her ‘friends’?

‘00:00:27’

Heeseung closed his eyes, allowing tears to fall from the corner of his eyes. Little snippets of his life flashed behind his eyelids, allowing him to cherish those memories one last time before they were all lost to time. He inhaled, shaky, before opening his eyes to look at his friend once more. 

‘00:00:09’

“Thank you for everything, for dealing with my annoying ass, for allowing me to be your friend, for allowing me to find a place where I belong.” Heeseung smiled weakly, “Thank you for being my family.”

Time felt like it had stopped when the timer buzzed, and the crate opened, allowing the spiders to drop. The creatures scattered all over Heeseung’s body, some biting as soon as they landed. His lip was caught between his teeth, trying his best to muffle any sounds that escaped his lungs, eyes screwed shut as pain erupted all over his body. His jaw fell slack as screams of pure agony echoed all around the room. Each bite he received seemed to be ten times worse than the last, leaving his skin to feel like it was being set ablaze. His arms involuntarily jerked against the restraints in any attempt to get out, but he couldn’t.

Sunghoon felt like he was going to be sick as he watched the insects latch themself onto any exposed skin Heeseung had shown before turning his head, hand covering his mouth. Riki averted his gaze, hands clenching into fists in the pockets of his jacket once more. Jay watched in utter disbelief, tears rolling down his face as he watched and listened to Heeseung start to quiet until they were merely an echo in his brain, and his body lay still, his skin red and irritated as bumps started to show from the multitude of bites.

Then a shutter came down, blocking Heeseung’s mutilated body from their view. Jay was rooted to the same spot, eyes on his reflection that started right back at him. Sunghoon takes a small step back before dropping down to the ground, head in his hands, pure terror and shock etched on his face. Riki continued to stare at the wall just beside the window, his face voice of any emotion, but there was a slight gleam in his eyes, fingers fidgeting with the slip of paper in his pocket.

Jay then shouted out of pure rage and pain, completely clearing the table of the lockbox and papers. Tears continued to stream down his face as he hit the table a few times until his knuckles were bruised and swollen. A string of cusses left his lips until they died down into quiet sobs as his head hung low.

The sound of a beep echoed in the deadly silent room, causing Jay and Riki to look up; Sunghoon stayed crouched down, mumbling incoherently. Jay felt a newfound sense of rage bubble up in his chest as he read the words on the screen.

‘GAME OVER – BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!!’

Just then, the lock on their door clicks, signaling that they are allowed to leave; being the closest to it, Riki grabs the handle, pulling it open. He looked down the dimly lit hallway seeing no sign of anyone else before looking back at the other two. Sunghoon was unmoving, fingers knotted in his hair as he stared at the window, while Jay’s eyes stayed glued to the TV screen, his mind running a million miles an hour.

Riki swallowed thickly before opening his mouth to speak, “We should probably go find the others.” His voice was quiet as the weight of the room started to set in on him.

Heeseung was gone.

It had been about five minutes since the timer had started, and the water turned on. Five minutes since you and Jungwon scrambled to search the nearest cabinet. Five minutes of Sunoo watching you silently, his brain mulled with thoughts.

You had torn almost every book, decoration, file, paper, or other item out of the cabinet. Mumbling small curses to yourself as your hand slipped, almost causing you to cut your palm on the corner, Jungwon looked over. Hearing your small grunt of pain, worry flickered in his eyes.

“Hey, I found something!” Jake exclaims, holding up a box. "There’s some kind of combination lock on it.” He sets the box down just as you and Jungwon walk over, moving out of the way.

“There’s probably two other boxes like this,” Jungwon states, eyes flickering up to you before moving to Jake.

You quickly nodded, looking between both of the boys, telling them to continue looking for the other boxes. The three of you then split off once more, tearing the room apart for the other objects, knowing they held the key to getting Sunoo out of the box he was in.

Before too long both of the other boxes had been found, you and Jungwon setting them on the table next to the one that Jake had found. You stood there looking at them, thinking about your next course of action despite the shaking of your hands. Jake stood next to you, his hand lightly placed on your lower back, causing a chill to run down your spine.

“Do you think the codes are the same?” Jake asked, bottom lip caught between his teeth, his hand still on you.

Becoming uncomfortable with the way his fingers were curling around the fabric of your shirt, you took a step away, putting a good distance between the two of you. “I doubt it,” you cleared your throat, looking everywhere but the brunette’s eyes. " The codes are probably hidden around the room, too.”

Jake’s jaw clenched as he tried his best to push the annoyance down, nodding his head. You swallowed thickly before returning his nod and turning around to walk away, leaving the boy to watch you with gleaming eyes.

He ran his tongue over his teeth before turning and walking over to another filing cabinet, pulling the drawer open quite roughly. Jungwon watched with furrowed brows, clearly confused by Jake’s reaction and wondering why he started acting so hostile. However, he pushed it to the side, deciding to deal with it later, whenever they all got out.

It had taken about five minutes before you scrambled to your feet, exclaiming that you had found one of the codes, catching both of the boys’ attention. Quickly making your way over to the table where the boxes were sitting you showed Jugwon the page before bending down to start unlocking the lock. However, your hands shook with so much force that it was causing the lock to slip from your fingers. Tears were blurring your vision, which only added to your struggle, causing you to let out a few curses.

Noticing your struggle, Jake walks over and places a soft hand on your shoulder. " Hey, just slow down. You’re rushing too much.”

Scoffing, you shrugged his hand off, turning to glare at him. “Slow down? Jake, he is in there with running water, I don’t have the time to slow down!” You pointed a finger in Sunoo’s direction, “We need to get the keys out so we can unlock that fucking box before he drowns!”

Jake was taken aback by your outburst, but the shock quickly shifted to annoyance, “yeah, we do need to get the keys out, but you seem to be incapable of doing so with all of your shaking.” He rolled his eyes, and you opened your mouth to retort, but he beat you to it, “No one is going to yell at you for not going fast enough; we’re not your parents, for fucks sake, y/n.”

Your jaw fell slack, and all of the words you were going to say died on your tongue as you stared at the male in utter disbelief. Jungwon stood off to the side with a nervous look on his face, unsure of how to defuse the situation.

“Hey guys, let’s not-”

“That's a real fucking low blow, Jake,” Your tone was full of hurt as you glared at him before turning back to the boxes.

Jake just scoffs, rolling his eyes, “god, I forgot how much of a damn drama queen you are.”

Jungwon looked at Jake in surprise while you tried your best to ignore him. Your jaw clenched tightly as you unlocked the box. You pulled the lid open before taking the key that was sitting inside and pocketing it. Sending Jake one last glare, you turned and walked off in pursuit of the other lock combinations.

Sensing the tension in the air, Jungwon walks over and puts his hand on Jake's shoulder. “Let’s just look for the other codes,” the younger boy suggests. However, the only response that he reserved was Jake shoving his hand off and him walking off. Sighing, Jungwon closed his eyes, shaking his head, before walking over to Sunoo, who had been watching the two of them.

Jungwon placed his hand on the glass, looking up at the boy. “Just hang tight. We’re going to get you out of there.”

Sunoo nods with a small smile before watching as Jungwon walks away before looking over at you. You had found another cabinet and were searching through the bottom drawer, but tears kept obstructing your vision, causing you to let out a few curses while wiping them away. Sunoo watched with sorrow as your shoulders shook, his heart hurting seeing you so broken.

“Y/n.” He called out your name, causing you to stop what you were doing, and turned to look at him, wiping some of the tears from your face. Standing to your feet, you made your way over to the blonde, who offered you a sad smile. “Don’t let what he said get to you, okay? Emotions are so high right now I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” 

You knew that he was probably right. All of you were trapped in such a stressful situation that it was not that much of a surprise that someone snapped. You nodded softly, wiping more of the tears off of your cheeks before a small smile pulled on the corner of your lips, which made Sunoo’s heart swell.

However, your smile quickly dropped when you realized that the water had already traveled up to his knees. Panic started to etch itself into your bones once more as you placed your hand on the glass, Sunoo mimicking your movements.

“We’ll get you out soon, I promise.” Your voice cracked slightly, causing Sunoo’s heart to lurch. He smiled, trying his best to reassure you, but the smile didn’t quite meet his eyes.

Deep down Sunoo had a small feeling that this was going to be his last twenty minutes on earth. Something was telling him that they weren’t going to find all of the keys on time, that he was going to end up taking his last breath.  He started to think back to everything that led up to now, how he spent the last year pining over someone who would just be right out of his reach. How he had made plans with Riki and Jungwon to go on a road trip this summer, but now they would have to take the trip without him. He thought back to when he first met Riki, which is funny in itself because he was at the store looking for a game that Jungwon sent him out to get, accidentally running into Riki, literally. The boy was in such a rush to get back home before his favorite show started that he hadn't seen Riki standing there. Riki, who had just as surprised as Sunoo offered him a hand up and teased him for being in such a rush before asking what he was looking for.

“Some new game my roommate sent me to grab,” Sunoo rolled his eyes, “not even sure why I agreed to.” Riki couldn’t help but laugh, but he had helped Sunoo find that game before exchanging numbers because of a show they both liked.

Tears started to prick at Sunoo’s eyes as he wondered what he did to deserve this? What have any of you done to deserve this? It was something that he was sure that he would wonder even after he was laid to rest.

Jake glanced over his shoulder, seeing that everyone else was distracted, his fingers wrapping around the box nearest to him. Sunoo caught him from the corner of his eye, eyebrows furrowed together as he watched the older male stuff something in his pocket and set the box back down just as you turned around.

Eyes narrowing slightly, you looked Jake up and down. "What are you doing?” Your voice caught Jake’s attention, causing him to turn to look at you. "Did you find another code?”

Jake shakes his head, pulling his hand from his pocket to point at the box that he just had in his hand. “I was just checking to see if there was anything on the bottom.” His voice is steady as he meets your gaze. Something about the gleam in his eyes leaves a bad taste in your mouth. However, against your better judgment, you decide not to question him, though you do look at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

“So, was there anything?” Your tone held a bit of sas that caused the male to bite his tongue, trying his best to not lash out once more; more than enough damage had already been done.

So he just shook his head, “No, there’s nothing.”

With a curt nod, you turned back around to continue your search for the missing codes. Sunoo glanced at you for a moment before looking over at Jake, who opened a drawer that he was sure he had already looked through a few times. Alarms started going off in the blonde’s head, something telling him that something was very, very wrong, but he didn’t want to just assume anything.

The feeling of eyes on him caused Jake to turn his head, meeting Sunoo’s gaze. He raised an eyebrow, questioning the blonde silently, who just gave him a tight-lipped smile and turned away, but not before catching a glimpse of what looked to be a knife in the older male’s jacket pocket.

A shiver runs throughout Sunoo’s entire body as he looks elsewhere in the room, unsure if it was due to what he had just seen or if it was the cold water that was soaking his clothes little by little. His heart beat loudly in his ears as he tried to think why Jake would have a knife. Surely, the person behind all of this would have taken any kind of weapon that they had on them, and if he had found it in the room, why hadn’t he said anything? Sunoo had gotten so lost that he hadn’t even noticed Jungwon leap to his feet, holding up a piece of paper.

“I found another one!” He exclaimed before making a beeline for the boxes; you were hot on his heels.

Jungwon grabbed one of the boxes just as you stood by his side, arms brushing against each other as you watched him intently. However, at the sight of you standing so close to the younger boy, Jake's lip twitched, a glare adorning his features, all of which didn’t go unnoticed by Sunoo.

Before he could speak aloud, Jungwon threw the box open, grabbing the key out and showing you with a wide smile on his face. You guys were one step closer to getting Sunoo out of there. But then all of the excitement died down when he looked over to show Sunoo the key and saw that the water was mid-chest on the older male.

Panic starts to cloud your mind, causing you to look around the room frantically, yelling at the other two boys to pick it up and keep looking. Jake walked over to a bookshelf that was off to Sunoo’s right while Jungwon walked over to another cabinet.

Jungwon mumbled something akin to promises of finding the last one, his ears ringing so loudly that it’d be a miracle if he heard anything else. You practically threw out of the shelf that you had been looking through, flipping through the pages of the books. Tears involuntarily brimming in your eyes once more, but you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from letting them fall.

Jake licked his lips, his eyes flickering over to you before he shoved his hand into the pocket of his jacket. Clearing his throat, he called out to you and Jungwon, a sense of urgency in his tone causing all of your attention to shift over to him. He held up the crinkled paper, causing your eyes to light up before rushing over to him.

You stood next to Jake, staring over his shoulder urging him to open the box already while Jungwon walked over to Sunoo with a bright smile on his lips.

“We’re getting you out of there, Sun.” Jungwon felt tears of relief fill his eyes, but Sunoo would only offer him a smile, a gut feeling telling him that something was wrong.

Jake opens the box with a flourish, but his eyes grow wide at the sight of an empty box. Looking over, he watches as fear and panic morph into your face once more. You snatch the box out of Jake’s hands, causing him to recoil back slightly, his eyes widening.

Your panic-stricken eyes looked into the box, seeing that the key was, in fact, not in there, “Son of a bitch!” You shouted, throwing the box to the ground, the metal crashing into the ground, causing the sound to reverberate all around the room.

With tears streaming down your face, you search the room for anything that could break the last lock. All your attempts proved to be futile; nothing was quite strong enough to even begin to crack the lock. 

“Fuck!” All of the anger and frustration started to bubble in your chest, a stream of tears falling from your eyes. Jungwon looked up from his spot on the ground next to Sunoo, lock in hand trying to see if he could pick it.

In the heat of the moment, she grabbed one of the chairs that sat at the desk before swinging as hard as she could, hitting the glass and causing all three boys to jump at the sudden sound. Jungwon shields his head when you go to swing the chair once more, but Jake grabs your arm, causing you to glare at him.

“There’s no point.” His voice was flat, causing your heart to sink. Had he really already accepted Sunoo’s fate?

“How would you know?” You seethed, yanking your arm free from his grasp just as Jungwon stood from the ground.

“And why are you just standing there doing nothing?” Jungwon pointed at Jake, who just slapped his hand out of the way, a glare of his own covering his face.

“Because there’s nothing we can do; what about that, do you not get?” Jake growled, looking between you and Jungwon.

Before you could open your mouth, Sunoo butts in, “Y/n, he’s right, time’s alm-”

“No, there’s a way. I’ll find a way, dammit.” You hissed through your teeth, tears sticking to your eyelashes. You refused to hear anything else as you continued your search for anything that could get the lock undone.

Sunoo sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them once more to look at you. It pained him so much to see you trying so hard to save him, and it broke his soul to know that he was about to cause a lot of pain—not just to you but to all of your other friends.

“Y/n.” He called out to you, but you shook your head not giving him your attention. Letting out a sigh, he placed his hand against the glass, the water merely inches away from his neck. “Y/n, look at me, please.” This time you look over at him, tears streaming down your flushed face, eyes bloodshot, “there’s no time.” 

A sob tore through your lungs, a sound that Sunoo never wanted to hear, let alone be the cause of. Tears of his own stung at the corner of his eyes as he watched Jungwon grab your frail body, pulling you into his chest. He didn’t want his last few moments alive seeing that heartbreaking expression on your face, so he offered a small smile when you finally looked up to meet his gaze.

“Do you remember that new cafe we wanted to go to?” Sunoo’s voice was soft, only causing your heart to hurt more because you knew what he was starting to get at.

But you still nodded, “yeah, you always talked about the paw print design on the cups.”

Sunoo couldn’t help but chuckle because he knew she was right. Ever since the cafe released their cup designs, Sunoo couldn’t shut up about how cute they were and how he wanted one to use at home.

“Go and try it out for me, ya?” He asked, a teary smile on his lips as he watched you choke back a sob but still nodded, telling him that you would. Your hands balled Jungwon’s shirt into a fist as sobs continued to rack through your body.

Jungwon tightened his grip around your waist, letting you cry into his shoulder as he bit the inside of his cheek to keep his own tears at bay. However, it proved to be a lot harder than he thought when Sunoo looked in his direction.

“Hey, Won.” Sunoo smiled, his bottom lip trembling, “go ahead and do me a favor, ya?”

Jungwon’s hand tightened against your hip, “of course, Sun.”

“Stop being so reckless all of the time; you’re gonna get yourself hurt one day.” Sunoo mused, and Jungwon couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as his tears finally broke free. “Oh, and get that game you’ve been going crazy over, okay?”

The younger boy swallowed thickly, trying to keep from entirely breaking down. “I will, Sun, I promise.” His voice shook, and his vision became blurry as more tears flowed from his eyes.

Sunoo offered Jungwon one last smile before looking over at Jake, his heart feeling heavy. The last thing he needed to do was throw around accusations, but he hoped that a few words of warning to Jungwon would suffice if anything were to happen. However, the questioning look on the older male’s face made his stomach turn. 

Swallowing thickly, he gestured to you and Jungwon, “Make sure they make it out alive, okay?”

Jake poked the inside of his cheek before nodding, reassuring him that he would. Seconds later, the water completely submerged Sunoo. He held his breath as he looked at the three of you once more before fully accepting his fate.

Choked sobs tore through your body as you watched in horror as Sunoo’s body fought to get air, bubbles surrounding his head until they slowly diminished into nothing, and his body sank to the bottom of the container. His eyes closed, and if he hadn’t been in the water, you would have thought he was just sleeping.

Jungwon’s grip slipped from your body, allowing you to drop to the ground, eyes never leaving Sunoo’s body. Sobs no longer fell from your lips, but tears continued to silently fall from your eyes.

The younger boy just stood there, arms hung by his sides as he stared at the body of his best friend, waiting to wake up from this sick and twisted nightmare. Wanting to wake up already to walk into the living room to see the blonde perched on the couch with a bowl of cereal while watching whatever drama show was on that morning. However, no matter how many times he pinches himself he doesn’t seem to be waking up. With every pinch, the reality of everything sank in, and all he could do was cry.

Jake stood off to the side, his eyes staring at the blonde’s body. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was taught. 

Both boys looked at the TV screen when the buzzer alarmed them. Jake quickly looked away, his hands stuffed deep in his jacket pockets.

“Fuck you, you sick sons of bitches.” Jungwon cursed, wiping the tears from his face with a scoff as he read the words they had displayed with little animated fish swimming around.

‘GAME OVER – BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!!’

Their attention was then pulled to the door. When the sound of the lock turning was heard, Jake made his way over to it. Pulling his hands from his packets, he reached for the doorknob before pulling it open, peeking out, and then looking back at Jungwon, whose eyes were already on him.

“We better go find the others.” His voice was merely above a whisper, and his eyes shifted away from the boy down to you. The shock had completely rendered your body motionless, but your eyes were still glued to where Sunoo lay at the bottom of the tank.

One of your friends was gone, Sunoo was dead.

Not a word was uttered as Jay, Sunghoon, and Riki walked down the dimly lit hallway. Each in their own world, they were still trying to come to terms with what they had just witnessed. Jay led the way while Sunghoon trailed along in the back, eyes devoid of any emotion save for sorrow. Then, Riki walked between the two.

Jay then sees a door at the end of the hall, light shining through the cracks. He mutters a quick ‘come on’ before walking towards the door. Waiting just a second, he tried to see if he could hear anything, but no sound came through the thick wooden door. Glancing behind him for a second, Riki just gave him a slight nod while Sunghoon remained stoic.

On the other side of the door, Jungwon shot to his feet when he heard the sound of the door knob turning; his nerves completely shot. However, as soon as Jay’s face came into view he could feel his body significantly relax. He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on his lips, seeing that their other friends were fine, at least he thought they were until he realized that something was severely wrong. Looking around, he noticed that another of their friends was missing, nowhere to be seen, and he could feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

“Where’s Heeseung?” Jungwon’s words caught your attention, causing you to look over before standing to your feet when you didn’t see the older male anywhere. Sunghoon looked away, his lip tucked between his teeth, avoiding your and Jungwon’s gazes. 

With a few quick strides, you walked over to Jay, grabbing his forearms. Jay bit the inside of his cheek at the sight of your bloodshot eyes, knowing that you had already been crying long before they even made it into the room. 

Terror filled your veins as you tried to convince yourself that he was fine, that he was just lagging behind the rest of them, that he would walk through that door any second and tease her for crying over him. However, seeing the heartbreak on Sunghoon’s face left your heart beating in your ears as you swallowed thickly before asking the dreaded question.

“Jay, where’s Heeseung?” Your bottom lip trembled as you fought back tears, shifting your gaze over to your brother, who just closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” Jay’s voice came out hoarse, and your eyes went wide, your heart shattering, “he’s gone.” 

You shake your head, releasing Jay’s arms before taking a step back, “No, no, no, NO!” You cried out, hands in your hair as you dropped to the ground. Sobs tore through your exhausted lungs, causing them to come out choked as tears flooded from your eyes before dropping to the hardwood floor.

Your cries echoed all over the room, etching itself into each of the boy’s bones. Jay tilted his head up towards the ceiling to keep the tears at bay while Sunghoon bit his lip, wishing he’d never have to hear something as devastating as this ever again.

All of your memories of Heeseung came crashing into you all at once, causing your screams to increase in agony. Your vision was completely obscured by the tears as you covered your ears to try and drown out the ringing, but it was no use. Your breathing then started to hitch, causing alarm amongst the rest.

Jay was the first to move towards you but was quickly intervened by Riki, who pushed him away, a hard look in his eye as he bent down to grab you.

“I’ve got her.” The boy’s tone was harsh, causing Jay to take a small step back, knowing now wouldn’t be the best time for an argument to break out.

So he watched as Riki helped you to your feet before leading you to the couch. Then he looked around the room, seeing that a certain blonde was nowhere to be seen either. Eyebrows scrunched together, he looked over at Jungwon, ready to ask where Sunoo was, but the younger boy just shook his head, a solemn look gracing his features.

“Fucking hell.” Jay cursed, running his fingers through his hair and walking off to the side of the room. How could they lose two people within the span of just an hour? How many more of them were going to have to die before they managed to get out of this hell hole?

~

After a short while, you had finally calmed down a little bit. Now, you were leaning against your brother, silent tears still falling down your cheeks. No one had said a word, not sure what to say or too lost in their own minds to even bother speaking.

Riki moved slightly, lifting his head to look at the others. " We should take this chance to look around, do you think?” His words caught Jay’s attention, causing the older male to look over at him. “I mean, the doors are still unlocked, so shouldn’t we look for a way out or clues at least?”

Jay nods his head before pushing himself to his feet, followed by Jake and Jungwon. However, neither you nor Sunghoon showed any kind of response. Jay lets out a sigh, walking over to the dark-haired male and placing his hand on his shoulder. Sunghoon still shows no response even after Jay tells him to come on, and neither do you, your eyes still glued to the same spot on the ground.

He was trying to be patient with the two of you, but his patience had already been worn to the max, and there wasn’t much left that he could spare before snapping. So he pinches the bridge of his nose before giving the both of you a stern look.

“Do you really think this is what Hee or Sunoo would have wanted?” Jay’s voice was hard, but all you could do was scoff before glaring up at him.

“The last time we snooped around, two of our friends died, so I’m sorry if I don’t wanna run that risk again.” You hissed, standing on your feet. The last thing you wanted to do was witness another one of your friends dying, already experiencing enough heartbreak to last ten lifetimes.

Jay returned your glare with one of his own, “If we stay here, one or even all of us are bound to die.” He gestured to the others around the two of you, “I would much rather die trying to get free rather than sit here and wait for death because, guess what? That would mean that our friends' deaths were in vain.” Jay’s words struck a cord deep within your soul causing you to flinch while Sunghoon inhaled deeply before nodding his head.

“Jay’s right,” He walked over to stand next to Jay, looking down at you, a mixture of emotions swirling in his iris’, “I don’t know about you, y/n, but I’m about to sit around and let Hee’s death be for nothing,”

Your glare shifted from Jay to the taller male next to him, the feeling of uncertainty coming back. How could you trust him after finding his bracelet? After Heeseung died when he was with him? So many emotions were stored away in your body that you weren’t even sure what to feel, but you did know that anger was the strongest. Your hands clenched at your sides before stepping away from the couch and closer to Sunghoon.

“I swear to god, if I find out that you’re the one behind all of this. I will personally kill you myself.” You seethed before making your way towards the door and ripping it open. Riki was hot on your heels when you stormed out of the room.

Jake watched from the back, his eyes darting between everyone who stood in the room with him, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips when he saw Sunghoon’s face fall. However, the expression didn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon, who just happened to glance at the older boy. Sensing someone’s gaze, Jake looked over, meeting Jungwon’s, a gleam in his eyes daring the younger boy to say something. Swallowing thickly Jungwon tore his gaze away from Jake before making his way towards the door, looking back at the other.

“Come on, let’s find a way outta here.” His voice was full of uncertainty but he just tried his best to ignore the red flags and focus on getting out for right now. Jay’s tongue darted out to wet his lips before he nodded and followed Jungwon out of the door, Sunghoon right behind him. Jake was the last out of the room, walking out with his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his jacket, a smug gleam in his eyes when Jungwon looked back knowing that he had the boy right in the palm of his hand. Jake knew that Jungwon didn’t have the guts to say anything to the rest of the group, not as long as Jake was nearby, and with that information, Jake couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.

It had felt like the six of you had been walking down the dimly lit hallways for hours, and not a single clue or exit was to be found. However, what you did find were cobwebs and roaches, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Looking around, it wasn’t hard to tell that this was a more run-down part of whatever building you were stuck in, most likely the basement.

The air around you was thick with tension, and it was weighing on each of you. However, no one had the guts to break it—at least not until Jungwon saw a broken clock off to the side.

“I wonder how long we’ve been stuck here…” He questions out loud, not to anyone in particular, but Jake glances around.

“Probably most, if not all, of the night,” Jake murmurs as he cringes when another roach scurries in front of his feet. Everything then goes silent once more, much to Jungwon’s dismay.

Before too long they make it to the end of the hallway, dread filling your senses when you saw that it forked off into two separate directions. All of you stop before turning to face one another to come up with a game plan.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just split up?” Riki suggests from his spot beside you, but you are quick to shake your head, refusing the idea.

“No, we’re not splitting up.” Fear laced your tone causing both Jay and Jungwon to look over at you while Sunghoon nodded his head in agreement.

“I second that; every time we’ve been split up, something bad happens.” Sunghoon explained eyebrows furrowed as he looked between each of you.

Jake, however, steps forward, glancing between you and Sunghoon. " It’ll just take more time if we all stay together.” Riki and Jay nod, knowing that he was right; they would cover more ground if you were to split up.

You start to protest, but Jay turns towards you, cupping your face in his palms, and you look up at him with worry-filled eyes.

“Y/n, love, listen to me.” His voice was soft as he spoke to you, tears involuntarily filling his eyes. “We can split up into two groups and meet back here in thirty minutes. That way, we can cover as much ground as possible in a shorter amount of time.”

You bit your bottom lip to keep the tears that had pooled on your waterline at bay before saying okay. Jay then gives you a soft smile before leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. Neither of you caught the look of anger and disgust that flashed across Jake’s face. However, Jungwon once again caught it, causing a chill to run down his spine, worried about what kind of thoughts were running through the older male’s head.

He opens his mouth to voice his concerns, but Jake once more cuts him off before he can get a single word out, “I’ll go with Sunghoon and Jungwon. You take y/n and Jay.”

Jungwon couldn’t help but feel his heart drop, a sense of dread washing over his body, soaking into his bones. More so when everyone agrees to the teams, blissfully unaware of what was happening. Swallowing the lump in his throat Jungwon makes his way over to you, grabbing your hand in his. 

The feeling of paper on your palm made you open your mouth to question the boy, but the look in his eyes told you not to say a word, so you didn’t. He then offers you a small smile before telling you to be safe. You closed your fingers around the paper when he moved his hand away before returning his sentiment and going to stand next to Jay, who had been watching quietly. 

“Alright, we’ll meet back here in thirty. Be safe, all of you.” Jay spoke, pointing to each of the boys on the opposite side of the hall.

Sunghoon nodded, looking over at Jake, then shifted his gaze to Jungwon before meeting Jay's once more, “We will, but the same goes for the three of you.”

With that, the six of you split up once more, walking down opposite sides of the hall, the promise of meeting back in thirty minutes hanging in the air.

Jay notices you uneasy and reaches down to intertwine his fingers with yours, catching your attention. "We’re gonna get out of here, and we’ll be okay,” he whispers softly before pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

~

When the three of you made it to an open door, you peeked inside, seeing zero signs of any kind of life, which you weren’t sure you should feel happy or creeped out by. However, when you got inside, you suggested splitting up to look through the shelves and cabinets, to which both boys agreed.

Once you were off to the side of the room and made sure that neither Jay nor Riki were looking you slipped the paper out of your pocket, unfolding it. Your eyes blew wide open as you read the words that Jungwon had hurriedly scribbled on the page.

‘There’s something up with Jake; he’s acting weird, and Sunoo told me that he had seen a knife in his pocket.’

Quickly covering your mouth to muffle the gasp that fell from your lips, you looked up and over to say something to the guys, but then the lights went out, leaving the room pitch black.

You jumped at the sudden change, panic flooding into your mind. Reaching around you, you tried to find some kind of table to stabilize yourself.

“Jay? Riki? Where are you guys?” You called out, fingers gripping the edge of whatever you had grabbed, sure that your knuckles were a ghostly shade of white.

“Y/n? Where are you?” You heard Jay’s voice, and you felt your shoulders relax a bit. You moved to follow where the sound of his voice came from: “Here, follow my voice.”

Then it dawned on you that you never received a response from your brother, causing your heart to start hammering under your ribs.

“Riki, where are you?” you called out again, using your hands to maneuver the space around you. However, just like before, there was no sign of your brother. “Riki now is not the time for one of your little pranks. Where the hell are you?”

Jay had made his way over to you, grabbing your arm softly and causing your body to jolt. "It’s just me.”

You frantically turned your head, trying to see anything in the pitch-dark room. " Do you know where Riki is?” Fear started to wash over you, and you were scared that something had happened to your little brother.

Before Jay could even get the chance to say anything, the lights flashed back on, momentarily blinding the both of you.

Blinking a few times, you let your eyes adjust to the new lighting before you turned your body in every direction, seeing absolutely no sign of your brother. Not only that but the door had been closed and more than likely locked, causing your breath to hitch in your throat as you looked over at Jay with wide, fear-stricken eyes.

“Where’s Riki?” Your voice shook as you frantically looked around the room for any sign of the younger boy; it felt like all of the air was being stolen from your lungs as you ran your fingers through your hair, “Where the fuck is my brother?”

Riki was gone, and you were trapped in yet another room…

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𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

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[scekrex]

Imagine sinner!Adam walking inside the Hazbin hotel with Charlie and everyone is glaring at him except reader and was very confused he didn't even know who is Adam until one of the character told him and he just listens to them while eating a peach

Imagine them both just being awkward and silent because reader is like don't know what to tell him but when one time he was asked to watch over Adam and he sees one random sinner was messing with Adam reader goes protective mood and beat the leaving soul out the sinner while cussing at them...in Russian and just grabbed Adam's hand like nothing happened murmuring that if a sinner mess with Adam again they will face readers wrath

Okay so since it's x reader and not everyone speaks Russian, I changed that part to a more neutral wording, not naming a specific language. Hope that works for ya, enjoy!

All the violence makes a statement

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & canon typical violence (kinda)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

When the main door to the hotel opened with a loud noise as it hit the wall, all of the residents’ attention shifted towards it. A man quite tall stepped through it, entering the hotel’s lobby, his walk was confident, the look on his face a mix between lazy and prideful and he stepped inside like he owned that place - and while you had no clue who the brown haired man was, you did know that he did not own that place. The hotel was Charlie’s after all.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” the princess of hell was the first to raise her voice towards the man that had just entered her building, given the way he had phrased it, she knew him quite well. Was he someone important? Were you supposed to know him? The stranger sure acted like it and even though he had not spoken a single word yet, you already knew you didn’t like his attitude. That assumption was proven right when the brown haired demon opened his mouth to respond, “This shithole is about redemption, so I’m gonna fucking crash here until Sera moves her fucking ass and gets me the fuck outta here.” Charlie crossed her arms over her chest, she was really not fond of the seemingly new guest and given the way he had just spoken to her you really didn’t blame her. Vaggie was the one to bite back at the stranger, “No. Absolutely not, get the fuck out.” You leaned over to Angel, who was sitting next to you at the bar, in his hand a freshly poured drink, “Who the fuck is that?” Angel looked at the brunette, then at you, “You don’t know him?” he asked, clearly confused about the fact that you really didn’t know the man that had just entered the hotel. “I wouldn’t be fucking asking if I did, dipshit.”

The brunette stranger had overheard your conversation and was answering you before Angel even had a chance to explain it to you, “I’m fucking Adam,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing. You raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, that hadn’t really answered your question, “Am I supposed to fucking know every Adam in existance?” And the stranger - Adam - seemed to take your response quite personal, “Babes, I’m not some random fucking Adam, I’m the fucking Adam, the original dick.” Oh. So he was the asshole that had blown up the hotel. He was the bastard that had not only almost defeated Alastor, but was also responsible for Sir Pentious’ death. “I agree with Vaggie, let’s kick him out,” you directed your words to Charlie, who seemed to be considering something. “Actually,” the princess of hell started and you heard Vaggie sigh at her word, “Forget it Charlie, he’s not staying.” The devil’s daughter shook her head though, “No but Adam is right,” and while her voice gave away that she wasn’t very happy about that fact, she still admitted it. “Duh, obviously I’m right,” the brunette commented. “This hotel is about redemption after all.” Vaggie put her hand on Charlie’s shoulder as she disagreed with her girlfriend, “He doesn’t wanna get redeemed, hun, he only wants to get his ass back into heaven so that he can continue to fuck up your plans.”

-

Well, Charlie turned out to be quite convincing and that resulted in Adam staying at the hotel. And he was a fucking bitch about it, god forbid, you couldn’t believe that asshole was once an angel. There was simply no way with the way he acted towards you and your friends. And yet you had ended up as his personal bodyguard - or at least you felt like that. Because Charlie knew that if Adam were to roam hell on his own, the sinners living there would tear him into pieces. Your opinion on it? He deserved it. Charlie however saw things a little different and therefore she had asked you to keep an eye on Adam. That motherfucker obviously laid it out as something different entirely, in his eyes you were following him around, playing bodyguard, because he was so goddamn fucking important. Which he really wasn't, not in the slightest.

“Watch it,” a sinner Adam had just walked into hissed as he was about to continue to walk past the first man, he was definitely not having it though. “‘Watch it’?” the brunette repeated in sheer disbelief, grabbing the sinner by his upper arm to prevent him from leaving, “Do you fucking know who I am? I’m fucking- the first man was interrupted by a fist that met his face with more force than he had expected from the smaller soul.

And despite the fact that you disliked Adam's guts just like everyone else at the hotel did, something inside of you clicked into place when the first man got hit in the face. You rushed over to the two sinners, pushed yourself in-between them and shoved the sinner that dared to mess with the brunette you had promised to protect backwards, away from yourself and most importantly away from Adam. “The fuck you think you’re doing, bastard?” you hissed at the stranger who was quick to recover from your shove, yet he made himself appear smaller than he actually was as he bit back, “Teaching this fuckhead a lesson, you got any fucking problems with that?” His question was answered by your fist meeting his face, hitting him right in the eye, “Yeah, I fucking have a problem with that.”

Adam couldn't help himself, the first man simply stood there, watching you as you hit the stranger over and over again - if the brunette was honest the punch the sinner had landed hadn't even hurt him, it hadn't been hard enough to do so. Yet he was quite impressed by your fighting skills, he sure didn't expect you to be as strong as you were. The language you spoke as you seemed to insult the stranger Adam wasn't able to recognize, he had never heard it before and yet it sounded fucking hot coming from your lips. Has anyone ever put up a fight with a stranger for him - like a physical hand-to-hand combo? No. Not even Lute had done that in the past. So when you grabbed a firm hold of the sinner and rang him to the ground, Adam watched with fascinated eyes as you kept your promise and protected him - not that he couldn't have stood up for himself of course. But you doing the dirty work for him seemed quite nice, that way his hands would remain pure. As pure as the hands of a fallen angel could be, that was.

The sinner laid on the ground, blood covered his face and dripped onto the dusty ground he was laying on. You got up with ease, acting like nothing had happened, like that had been the most normal encounter you had ever had with a sinner - and knowing how things in hell worked, that might not be too far off. You grabbed onto Adam's wrist and pulled him away from the body that was twitching in pain and from the hungry eyes that had attached themselves onto the first man once people had started to recognize Adam for who he was. “I swear if one of ‘em bitches ever touches you again, I'll rip ‘em apart until all that's left are little pieces,” as you spoke you noticed the smug grin on Adam's face, in rage you asked, “The fuck you're so happy about?” “Oh nothing, that was just hot as fuck.” And even though you still disliked the guy, his words made you blush a little.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[imajinxnation]

That's Bull

Constantine (2005) x Reader

SUMMARY // Reader gets kidnapped by a demon and Constantine comes to save her. Reader can't help but mock the demon's stupidity and waits for her boyfriend to come get her.

Thought of this while I was at work!

Hope this is at least decent, cause it's been awhile lmao

GIF FOUND ON PINTEREST

TW // Kidnapping, Humor, Sarcasm, Insinuated Sexy Times, Cussing, FEMALE READER..

I groan as I wake, a harsh pounding in my head, as if someone was repeatedly taking the back of my head and smashing it against a metal wall. I slowly open my eyes, wincing, but see nothing except black, my breathing feeling a little restricted and stuffy. I feel the bag over my head against my face and begin to put together the pieces of what had happened. I sigh and shake my head, not even surprised.

I hear heavy footsteps echoing closer, a metal door opens and, soon enough, the footsteps are stopped right in front of me and the bag over my head is ripped off. I glare at my kidnapper; a heavyset woman with blue dyed hair, an obvious red tint in her pupils, telling everyone that she is a demon.

"You should lighten your footsteps, girl, I could hear them from a mile away," I scoff at her.

The demon looks at me, not showing too much emotion, but I could tell my words were already getting to her. Her jaw clenched and an offended look came and went in her eyes. I smirk a little; this demon will be easy to get through.

The demon takes a deep breath to calm herself before speaking, "I need information, on your little boyfriend, Constantine," she spat out his name like poison in her mouth.

I throw my head back and laugh.

"Honey, you realise that he gives out information pretty freely, right? He couldn't give two fucks about who knows what about him! I mean.. what do you even want to know anyways?"

The demon snarls at my nonchalant nature and speaks up again, angrier this time.

"Where does he keep the dagger of destiny? I know he fucking kept it!"

I snort, "No he didn't, you dumbass! Who the fuck told you that bullshit lie? No, wait, let me guess! Gabriel?"

The demon gives an awkward, frustrated look, "No.." She says, unconvincingly.

There was silence for a few moments before I broke out into laughter, finding the whole situation hilarious.

"You- you mean to tell me," I say between giggles, "that Gabriel told you personally that Constantine has the dagger of destiny, and then told you to kidnap me to tell you where he hides it? You are one gullible demon!"

"Watch it, you pathetic worm," the demon stomps like a child getting sent to the corner.

"Okay, alright. Come closer and I'll whisper it to you, I promise!" I give my best innocent face and silently beckon the demon to lean closer.

She does, easy to fool.

"You're going to be back in hell in a minute.." I whisper, the demon leans her head back from me, looking me in the eyes as I smirk.

She let's out a frustrated yell and walks past me, presumably to grab a weapon to torture me with. I see a shadow at the foot of the door in front of me before trying to see what the demon was doing behind me, catching a glimpse of her back. My head snaps back towards the door when I see a little bit of light enter the room. I see my boyfriend's head poke through before slipping his whole body in the room, making as little noise as possible as to not draw attention.

"You alright?" He mouths to me.

I nod and tilt my head towards the demon behind me, back still turned, muttering to herself about which tool she should use to torture me with.

"Give her hell.." I mouth with a smirk and a wink.

John smirks back and raises his demon gun, "Hey ugly!"

The demon swings around at the voice and goes to attack, but John shoots before she could move, and with one shot of that demon gun, she turns to dust.

"Thank you, Baby, you wanna untie me now?" I ask.

Constantine laughs and shakes his head in disbelief before setting the gun down to untie my body from the chair.

"When will these demon fucks learn not to mess with you?" He growls in my ear, untying my wrists from behind my back.

"You know demons, Babe, they may be evil little shits.. but they have a brain the size of a peanut," I laugh and rub my wrists from the rope burn.

I hop up from the uncomfortable metal chair and stretch, my shirt riding up a bit, showing a sliver of my stomach.

"What did they want this time anyways?" Constantine rolled his eyes and lit a cig.

"Gabriel told it some bull about you keeping the dagger of destiny," I scoffed at the mention of Gabriel.

"That bitch.. When will she stop trying to get revenge on me, it's not my fault God hates her now!" He let out an exasterbated sigh and takes a puff of his cig.

"Well.. I'm not saying I like getting kidnapped all the time.. But I always like what happens after you find me," I say suggestively.

Constantine stares at me for a second before giving a look of disbelief and then a smirk. He takes one last puff of his cig and then stomps it out on the concrete ground of the underground base I was kept in. He moves in closer to me, wrapping his arm around my middle and pulling me into his body roughly, face extremely close to mine.

"And this time will be no different," he smashes his lips to mine, desperately.

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[justice-maul]

Hello! I was hoping if you could do a rivalry fanfic about tony stark x dom male reader maybe? Like if Tony gets into a big fight with male reader and (this might sound a bit basic but whatever 😅) he pins him to the wall and they start a messy make out that might turn into smut? And maybe tony tells male reader that he been having odd dreams like this? ( I’ve never really requested before soo heh😀)

«Hateful Lust» Tony Stark x Dom Rival Male Reader

Word Count: 2,432

Author Note: I… I love you guys so much, I’m not a fan of porn without plot I fucking love plot gives it more character

Btw I literally know nothing about the business world so don’t check me on this and remember English isn’t my first language!!

Warning(s)⚠: Bottom Tony, rough hate sex, porn with plot, blowjob, butt plug,

Tony Stark was the most annoying human being you’ve ever known. While Tony had grown up into the business world, you had built your way to the top and Tony and his entitled personality always managed to get on your nerves.

When you met, it was at a simple business meeting between companies, but it was enough to make you dislike the man.

The entire time he wasn’t taking anything seriously, he kept making jokes and annoying quips, and he wasn’t even paying attention most of the time he just kept flirting with every girl he found attractive enough to his standards… so pretty much every girl in the room.

The worst part is that because of his status in the business world, no one could tell him off or saying anything disrespectful to him, but that didn’t stop your comments about his behavior, you didn’t care what he was capable of you always spoke your mind and criticized him when he needed to be

That was what made him dislike you and that’s where te rivalry all began, it started from petty little comments that were disguised behind your professionalism and only escalated to literally cussing each other out each and every time you were in the same room

As usual, you were invited to a Stark party (probably because Pepper usually wrote the invitations) and although you hated going, you knew it was always a good business opportunity so you decided to go ahead to the party and avoid and ignore Tony Stark as much as possible

But of course, Tony always had this way of making sure that everybody in the room noticed him and it always worked managing to piss you off, you huffed and just decided to walk off and go cool down.

Walking into a random room that looked like an unused office as you were looking around and finally feeling somewhat calm, Tony Stark obviously had to ruin that.

“Hey buddy, long time no see!”

He said in a sarcastic tone and closed the office door behind him and walked up to you

“Hi… Tony.”

You said with an exasperated sigh through your nose, clearly trying and not bite his head off

“Aww, what’s the matter hun? Don’t like me much?” He said teasingly making you grit your teeth, “Who would? Other then the girls you sleep with.” You said coldly to him making him roll his eyes while still smiling

“Well at least all those girls have money to spare,”

Now that made you upset, everyone was aware of your background but you never cared cause you were just as wealthy and powerful in the business world as them and they couldn’t say anything to you but for Tony to say it? It just pissed you off

“At least I earned my own money instead having my daddy help me.” You retorted mockingly

“Why is it that I’m able to get under your skin so easily?” He said smiling, he knew exactly what he was doing

“Cause your so goddamn annoying,” you said with a growl in your voice making him smirk in response as he got even cockier

“Why don’t you just admit it? You wanna kiss me.”

“Excuse you? Why the hell would I want to kiss you?” You scowled in disgust and turned to face him waiting for an answer but you could see that he was clearly enjoying this interaction

“Because your secretly in love with me. Why else would you be so mad?” He said trying to push you further, with that smirk still plastered on his face making you rolls your eyes and scoff,

“Oh fuck off Tony, I doubt anyone could genuinely be in love with you if it wasn’t for your money or looks.” You replied coldly

“So you think I’m attractive?” He asked teasingly looking smug as he spoke, moving closer to you and leaning forward “I bet you think about me before bed, don’t you?” He whispered into your ear, putting his hand flat on your chest and slowly dragging it down your body

“I know I do,” he said in a low voice still whispering to you as his hands moved to your belt gently tugging it before moving it further down to your length

“What do you think your doing?” You said grabbing his hand “Oh be real, we both know you wanna sleep with me.” He said pulling his head away grinning, and a part of you knew he wasn’t wrong

Your mind drifted to all those dreams you’ve had of fucking him so rough into the bed so he could finally learn some manners, when he would interrupt meetings and make those snarky comments you wished you could shut him up by making him deep throat your cock slurring and mumbling the words “I’m sorry,” over and over again

As you were thinking Tony’s hand firmly squeezed your softened cock rubbing it from the outside of your dress pants.

“Your thinking about it, aren’t you? I know you are,” He whispered softly near your lips as he watched your expression shift from him stroking your now hardening length

Having had enough of him teasing you, you pushed him up against the wall smashing your lips against his and kissing him, hard.

Tony kissed back, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his body against yours, his length grinding down on yours.

You lifted Tony up by his thighs making him instinctively wrap his legs around your waist as you slipped your tongue in his mouth, the kiss turning sloppy and messy as your arousal increased.

You don’t even know how long you two were making out when Tony pulled away to catch his breath, resting his head against the wall exposing his neck

You gave him no time to rest as you immediately began marking it all over focusing on his pulse points in a way that left him panting, letting out soft breathy moans, his legs started to shake and get slightly weak.

He was completely lost in the moment, wrapping his arms around you for support as his knees weakened at your increasingly aggressive movements. You set him down only for him to button your shirt and kiss down your chest

“I want to taste you,” he whispered, his voice low and sultry to which you responded with a simple nod, With a swift motion, Tony dropped to his knees before you, his eyes locked on your now erect length.

His hands gripped your hips as his tongue flicked out to trace along the length of your shaft his mouth enveloped you, his lips forming a tight seal around your cock as he began to suck and bob his head with a rhythm

His tongue danced along your sensitive skin, his warm breath caressing your most intimate area, sensations intensified and the wet heat of his mouth and the suction of his lips was driving you closer to the edge and eagerly taking you deeper into his mouth

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, Tony maintained his relentless pace, eager to milk every last drop. He moaned around you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you

feeling the heat pooling inside you burst, you threw your head back as Tony eagerly swallowed, savoring the taste of your essence, sucking and licking to prolong your pleasure until the very last sensation of ecstasy subsided

“Fuck, at least your mouth is good for something when it’s not spitting out absolute filth,” you said in spite making him let out a breathy chuckle as he got back up from his knees “Oh you love it when I’m talking dirty, it’s get you riled up so bad…” he teased rubbing his hands up your chest as he batted the most innocent doe eyes at you

“Oh shut up already,” you said with a groan and pushed him against the wall so his rear end was facing you, he assisted you in removing his pants kicking them off to the side

“Well aren’t you inpatient?” He said cheekily, you dipped your hand down his back and spread his cheeks with your hand, ready to push your fingers in only to find a cold flat surface pressed against his hole, you didn’t even need to look to know exactly what it was

“Seriously Tony?”

He laughed “What? A guy’s gotta be prepared, right?” He said sarcastically and reached his hand around, his fingers gently tracing the edges of the butt plug making you grunt in response as you reached out grabbing the rim and yanked it out in a sudden, rough motion making him let out a startled gasp

His eyes widened a mixture of surprise and pleasure evident on his face “Fuck, I love it when you get all riled up, it’s such a turn-on” he said with a hint of breathlessness evident in his voice and turned around to face you, wrapping his arms around your neck

You lifted him up again like before and pulled Tony down on your cock making his body tense and moan softly, his lips parting in a silent plea for more as his hands moved to grip your shoulders for support and adjusted to your size his body gradually relaxing before he began slowly rocking his hips

You fucked into his sloppy hole, his eyes locked on yours, the desire shining in them as you moved your bodies in sync, each thrust bringing you both closer to a crescendo of pleasure

“Oh come on, at least fuck me like you mean it, don’t tell me your a virgin,” He said cockily even though his body responded eagerly to every thrust, riding the waves of pleasure.

“Says the one clenching around my dick like a needy whore.” You said with malice. The intensity of the moment was only increased by the roughness, the lust, the desire, and the hate between you two creating a powerful intimate bond

Your hands stayed on his ass, using it as leverage to fuck into him further. He arched his back, pressing his ass furthermore against your hands as he moaned

“Is this what you wanted? Is that why you’ve been such a brat?” You could only chuckle as his nails dig into your shoulder and he could barely respond, only throwing his head back “If you could’ve just asked me to put you in your place, I would’ve been happy to give it to you the way I know you’ve thought of,” you whispered in his ear, amplifying your words with deep, sharp, thrusts

He let out a guttural moan and buried his head into the crook of your neck “I’ve been having so many weird dreams about this, about you fucking me just like this…” he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desire which ultimately surprised you but only made you cockier

“Yeah? Is that why you always invite me to these parties that you know I hate? Were you really that desperate for me? Wearing tight fitting clothes all. The. Fucking. Time.” You punctuated every word with a sharp thrust, and he only responded with breathy whimpers into your neck which wasn’t something you’d ever expect from Tony Starj but man did it really boost your fucking ego

You laughed at his reaction and angled your thrusts against his prostate, making sure to hit it roughly and even grind against it which made him let out the throatiest moans you’ve ever heard as you pounded him

He pulled away from your neck to breath but he could barely even catch his breath as you fucked him into an oblivion making his brain fog his thighs trembling around your waist as he did his best to hold on

You, just plain old you, finally defeated the great fucking Tony Stark with your dick, knowing this entire time this is what he wanted, that he’s been dreaming of this, enticing you on purpose, he wanted you to hate him enough to the point where you felt the need to put him in his place, and there was only one more thing for you to do in order to have him completely under your hand

You fucked him purely to chase your release, not caring for his as your hips snapped against his ass relentlessly, making him scream out strings of moans with every sharp thrust before slowing down and finally spilling your load inside his messy puckered hole leaving him an almost adorable drooling mess

You pulled out watching as cum trickled out with your satisfied smile only widening from the look of him completely dazed with drool dripping down down his chin, as much as you hated him and thought he was the most annoying guy in the universe, your not an asshole

You left him on an office chair for a quick second and came back with tissues and water cleaning him up to the best of your abilities and offering him the water until he got back to his normal state and he was able to get back to his own party

“You really fucked my brains out, huh?” He said, still a bit out of it with a dumb smile plastered on his face as you only scoffed and rolled your eyes at him

“Yeah, yeah, this was only a one time thing, your a real pain in my ass Tony,” you said and he only snickered

“A lot of people say that to me, but we both know eventually you’ll come back for more,” you couldn’t say he was wrong per say, after already fucking him once you wanted to do it again and wipe that cocky ass smirk off of his face but you would never admit that to him

“Whatever, see you at work Tony, and not a word about his to anyone.” You said sternly and he made a locking his mouth gesture and throwing away the fake key and you shook your head at his childish behavior and left he called out after you Nanking sure your the only one who heard over the loud music

“Cal me when you want round two, sweetheart!”

You continued walking off but had to admit you couldn’t actually wait until you fucked him again even wait to bf a bit to see him leave the room a minute later and going back to mingling and flirting at his own party, his own cocky-self restored and although you wanted to again, you decided to go back to your own place… for now.

(Lol, sorry I didn’t know how to end this but I hoped you guys enjoyed! Eat, drink some water, and get some rest my lovelies!)

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I'LL MAKE THOSE NIGHTMARES ☆ STOP

MICHAEL ☆ AFTON

x reader

summary: you keep having nightmares, and every time you sneak to the kitchen, michael is always there to question you

note: I'M BACK TO WRITING FOR MIKEY!! kind of a spin off of one of my fics from a year ago. so if it's familiar to my wattpad readers that's why lmao

not proofread

you shot awake, looking around to only see complete darkness and the slight glow from underneath the crack of your door a few feet away. sweat gathered at your neck as you calmed yourself down from the nightmare you're already pushing back into the confines of your mind. you looked around in confusion, before realizing you were in a guest room at michael’s house.

your apartment the day before had flooded, and they evacuated everyone out, causing you to stay over at michael’s until you were allowed to go back.

you swung your feet over the side of the bed, slipping out into the hallway to go over to the kitchen. the place seemed to be louder at night, every step causing a creak in the floorboards. 

"it's like i'm louder than a fucking truck" you growled silently. after a long time of cussing out the house and why it was louder at night, you finally arrived at the kitchen. you grabbed a cup from the cupboard and proceeded to get water from the sink, even though you hated tap water. only then did you realize that you were still thinking about that dream that you didn’t realize you were letting moonlight be the only source of light to help you get around. 

you quickly started to search for a light switch, grasping at the walls until you felt the telltale lever. the sudden blast of light made you blink your eyes a few times before you went back to your deserted cup of water. staring at the window, you didn't notice the figure coming closer from behind you.

"hey, loser, what are you doing awake?” michael threw his arm around your shoulder, making you spit your water out in surprise.

"can you at least warn me next time, afton?" you got out of his grasp and went to get a paper towel to clean the counter and floor.

"nah, it's fun seeing you jump at things that aren't even scary." he smirked.

you rolled your eyes, continuing to wipe. “who knows, you could’ve been one of those creepy animatronics your dad keeps in the basement.”

"anyways, you didn't answer my question," michael grabbed a popsicle out the freezer.

"i could ask you the same question."

"that's not answering my question."

"it's nothing. i just woke up." you threw your cup into the sink.

"i bet you were dreaming about me and wanted to see me," michael chomped on the popsicle, leaning against the counter with a smug look on his face.

"you wish, shithead," you started to go back to your room.

"you know i'm right!" he called out after you, which made you turn around and catch a glimpse of him grinning after you as you flipped him off.

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the bed squeaked from under you as you tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep again. you thought that the nightmare was only going to be for a day, but it happened again today. you didn't feel like having another michael confrontation, so here you were, trying to feel comfortable in the bed.

you thought about going to heat up some milk, and decided why not, since michael wouldn't be there two nights in a row just for a popsicle. this time, you narrowly avoided all the creaky areas, except for one, which was conveniently in front of michael's room.

last time you checked, he was a heavy sleeper, so you didn't worry about it too much. you arrived at the kitchen, making sure this time to turn the lights on. you got a mug and poured some milk in, putting it into the microwave. you stared at the timer aggressively, making sure you can stop it at one second so it doesn't wake up the whole house.

 

but once again, michael was not here to make your life easy.

"there's gotta be something wrong with you, love," michael popped out of nowhere again.

"you too, because you're awake too." you rolled your eyes, still staring at the timer.

"i play games through the night. you go to sleep like right after 12, so i don't know why you just wake up randomly."

"you should be getting some sleep, might be why you're such a bitch in the morning." you tried steering the convo away from you.

"awh, it's great to know you care about me," he smirked. "but i think you really should be sleeping right now."

"i'm going to. i'm just getting some milk to help me out." you quickly opened the microwave when it was at 2 seconds and reset the microwave, setting the mug down on the counter to let it cool.

michael raised an eyebrow.

"you sleep well?" he seemed slightly concerned.

"yeah, i sleep. . ." you zoned out, resting your head in your palm. after a few seconds of silence, he heard you already snoring.

"doesn't seem like you do," michael went over and slid you onto his back, grabbing the mug of milk too.

you had already dozed off, and michael decided to bring you to his room since it was closer and he didn't feel like you deserved the honor of being carried back to your room. 

“how did she even fall asleep that fast?” he grumbled to himself.

he cautiously laid you in his bed, and not wanting you to feel uncomfortable when you wake up, put up one of his pillows as a barrier and slid into bed next to you.

he looked over at your sleeping face and felt the urge to give you a little peck, but decided against it and turned the other way.

☆

you awoke to michael shaking you awake, a very frantic look on his face.

you shot up, realizing that, one, you were in michael's bed, and two, your face felt wet.

"you started sobbing in your sleep and i didn't know what to do," he sheepishly rubbed his neck. 

"it's just nightmares. i've been having them for a while." you slide your arm over your face, and rubbed the tears away.

"why didn't you tell me? i bet i could've made it better," his usual persona was back.

"yeah sure. how would you?" you slumped back into his bed, sprawling out.

he said nothing, but laid down and put his arm around you and brought you close to him. your faces were extremely close, and you broke out in a blush.

"michael, how is this gonna help?"

"shut up, or i'll make you," he tangled his fingers in your hair and brought your head close to his chest.

"make me? yeah ri-" you started before michael gave you a small peck on your lips. you felt your face heat up even more and struggled to find a response.

"say more and it'll be longer next time," he brought the discarded blanket over the two of you, adding on to the warmth.

"i mean, i'm not complaining," you locked eyes with him.

"if you want it, wait until tomorrow then. you need your sleep." you pouted, but he kept running his hands through your hair until you fell asleep, which he soon followed.

that night there were no nightmares.

☆

elizabeth squealed at the sight of the two sleeping bodies tangled together, and quickly went to get her phone to take pictures.

michael started to wake up, the sheets on the bed rustling, and she immediately closed the door, and skipped happily off, satisfied.

“look daddy! michael actually scored them!"

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[bi-bard]

Is It Insensitive for Me to Say Get Your Shit Together So I Can Love You? - Joel Miller Imagine [The Last of Us]

Title: Is It Insensitive for Me to Say Get Your Shit Together So I Can Love You?

Pairing: Joel Miller X Reader

Word Count: 1,451 words

Warning(s): References to sex, cussing

Summary: [Inspired by "Renegade" by Big Red Machine (ft. Taylor Swift)] (Y/n) and Joel's relationship could be best described as unhealthy escapism. However, when the longing for more begins to overwhelm (Y/n), realizations are made and many things are almost broken.

Author's Note: I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO USE THIS SONG FOR SO LONG!

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It was hard to look at the new "normal" and feel like there was no point to it.

The world had been devasted. Many died, more were displaced. It was what I always imagined hell would be like.

However, humanity could always find a way to cope with the struggle facing them. Some were healthier than others, but never be fooled; everyone has a coping mechanism.

Joel Miller's coping mechanism seemed to take a few forms.

First was the isolation. He wouldn't speak to anyone unless he had to. He spent all his time either working or hiding.

Second was the drinking. The desperate numbing. Many people did the same as him. All of us had lost something. Siblings and parents and kids and friends. It was never if you had experienced loss, it was how much had you lost.

Third was... me.

Well, I hoped it was just me. That's what he told me, and Joel didn't seem like the type to be comfortable diving into bed with anyone and everyone.

In all honesty, the first night that we spent together was a blur. It was a flurry of small images. Kissing and touching. I couldn't tell you who kissed who first. I couldn't tell you what had been happening moments before we got swept up in the moment.

It became a pattern after that.

At this point, there were few words left to be said. Muscle memory led us through it all at this point. It was nothing extravagant. More business than anything.

It became normal for me to wake up to the other side of the bed empty.

It also became normal for longing to tug at my heartstrings like Joel had wrapped his hand around the organ and taken it with him.

I wanted to believe that I could ignore it. Keep going and it would eventually go away. I guess that's the mindset that got the world exactly where it is now.

I just wanted to believe that I was strong.

But the emotions kept bubbling in my stomach like water in a pot on a stove. If you leave something in that heat long enough, it's going to boil over.

My version of boiling over was sobbing.

Broken sobbing as Joel kissed me with my back pressed against the wall of my apartment. Shaking hands still grabbing at the front of his jacket. Tears blurring my vision as I desperately tried to swallow back every sound.

It took him a matter of moments to realize something was wrong.

He pulled back. "(Y/n)... what's wrong?"

I had fallen silent as I watched my hands flex on his jacket. My grip tightened and then slowly loosened again.

"I... I can't do it," I muttered pathetically. "I can't do this."

"Okay," he held his hands up and stepped back.

He didn't leave. He stood there and watched me. He wanted to know if it was his fault. It was. Of course, it was. Just not in the way that he thought.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled to him.

"It's alright."

I looked back at him. I bit my lip for a moment. "Do you love me?"

He sighed and looked away from me.

"Joel," I pushed, my arms crossing over my chest.

"Why does it matter," he asked.

"Are you joking?"

His jaw clenched.

"Because I can't keep feeling like this," I explained. "I can't keep going with the yearning and the loneliness and the emotionless fucking. I can't do it."

It was his turn to cross his arms over his chest.

"Do you care about me?"

"Of course, I do-"

"Then, prove it," I snapped. "Offer me something real that isn't sex."

He didn't respond. He had a pattern of doing this. He found it easier to shut down than admit that he couldn't or didn't want to do something.

"I understand that you've been through shit. Most of us have. You can keep your damn wall up if you want, but I... I'm not going to pursue anything with you if that's the case. I'm sorry. It hurts me too much."

I could almost sense him biting his tongue. He wanted to argue with me. He wanted to fight this.

"I want you to leave until you can figure out what you want," I pointed at the door.

"I know what I want."

"No, Joel, I really don't think you do."

It all hit me when the door slammed shut behind him.

I felt like an asshole. It wasn't my place to demand that he tells me all of his secrets and trauma. I knew that much.

But at what point does sacrificing my own comfort overpower my desire to respect him and his thoughts?

The next few days were hard.

It was strange to see someone that you used to be somewhat close to and have to make the conscious decision to avoid them.

Joel and I seemed to find each other everywhere.

I missed him. Of course, I missed him.

I was constantly at odds with myself over just forgiving him and moving forward or holding onto what I told him.

The longing hadn't gone away. It was only getting worse. There was something about knowing that he was so close and was simply deciding that I wasn't worth the effort that hurt. I wanted to believe that I was important to him in some way. But I couldn't force something that wasn't there and I couldn't beg someone to communicate with me. I learned that a long time ago.

I was beginning to believe that the pain in my chest was going to become a new accessory when there was a knock on my door.

I took a deep breath before walking over. I checked the peephole. My heart dropped, but I opened the door anyways.

"Joel-"

"Her name was Sarah," he stopped me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "My daughter. Her name was Sarah."

I quickly stepped to the side, knowing this wasn't a conversation that he wanted to have in the middle of the hallway. He walked inside and sat down on my couch. I stood on the other side of the tiny living space, watching him with my arms crossed over my chest.

"It was the first night of the outbreak," he started quietly. "Well, the first night of military action, anyways.

"My brother was driving Sarah and me out of town, There was an accident. Um, this plane came down and the truck crashed. Sarah... Sarah got hurt-"

"Joel, you don't have to-"

"I want to," he stopped me. He looked me in the eye for the first time since he sat down. "I want to tell you this."

I just nodded, letting him continue.

"I was carrying her away from the center of town," he explained. "We... We were running out of the back of this building. A man was chasing us, but I couldn't do anything without dropping Sarah. This soldier shot the guy behind us.

"He... He called in on his radio that he found two survivors. He was... He was instructed to kill us. I tried to shield Sarah. My brother shut the soldier. I was just grazed but Sarah... Sarah had..."

He trailed off, gesturing to himself in the hopes of getting the idea across. He almost looked like thinking about it made him feel sick.

I walked over slowly, going to kneel in front of him. "Hey, you can stop-"

His arms wrapped around me as soon as I was close enough for him to reach me. I was awkwardly balancing on one knee as he buried his head in my neck. I let out a shaky breath as I hugged him back.

One of my hands moved to run through his hair, trying to calm him down.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I shouldn't have forced you to do that."

Joel moved back and wiped his eyes. I stayed where I was.

"I wanted to tell you," he repeated. "I... I needed to tell you."

I just nodded.

"I do want you," he continued. "Not just... like we were. I care about you, (Y/n). I'm just shit at showing it."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. "Whatever feels right."

He took a deep breath, pulling my hand up so he could press a kiss to the skin. "Can I... Can I stay here tonight?"

I nodded. "Sure."

"I don't mean sex-"

"I didn't assume that you did."

I saw the start of a grin pulling at his lips.

I leaned up and kissed him gently before pulling back again.

Step one.

That's what this was.

And that's all I could ask for.

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{my collage roommate pt3}

!!YJW!!

Summary:u entered collage everything was going amazing u had your bs with u but there was one problem ur collage roommate... (also there is a plot twist about heeseung and jungwon there not as close as u think)

Warnings: cussing bad grammar 💀 smut‼️‼️‼️‼️

Don’t read if u don’t like smuts 💀 and yuh I think that’s it

Recap:

“What are you doing “

“Dw about it you couldn’t give a fuck less right”

Jungwon held u back locked the door and pinned you to the wall

“What makes u think your going over there princess “

U just looked at him in shock mouth opening to say saying yet nothing came out u got shivers down your spine when u felt his hands go down more to your waist

“What’s wrong your not as potty anymore”

He looked at you and then got close to your ear you could hear him breath against you you felt him nibble on your ear a little before he faced you again

“You should sleep it’s getting late princess “

He just left you there stunned completely stunned and you did what he told you but you just couldn’t sleep not after that so did u get any sleep like how he told you no not at all not one but if sleep

//TIME SKIP TO 2 WEEKS LATER \\

After that party and your interaction with heeseung and jungwon it was awkward kinda but with jungwon he was more flirty now and so when another party came up you knew you had to find the sexy ist dress ever

{at the party}

Jungwon had been eyeing you up and down all night while on the other hand heeseung had been avoiding you all night u were a bit upset at the fact u and heeseung couldn’t be normal anymore so u trired to go up to him that’s until someone tapped u and u saw three girls staring one wearing they exact same black short bidazeld dress

“Hey u must be y/n right “u don’t recognize her at all so u just look up and down and nod “that’s wonderful to know your the ugly-”and right then and there she takes her cup and pores it all over you and now everyone is looking “bitch Jungwons been sleeping with””WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM “u scream seeing jungwon rush thru the crowed looking at u with eyes of sadness and worry but turned to Yuji and got pissed off

“Idk WTF is your problem but even if I am fucking jungwon so what “ everyone’s gasps going around now phones out recording Jungwons just smirking but you find heeseung looking unamused and leaving “ha I knew you were a slut” then jungwon starts to step up to help you “yk what Yuji I think your just posted at the fact jungwon caught you sleeping with his best friend and now he’s fucking me someone’s who’s not actually a fucking whore bag “ she picks her arm up to slap you jungwon stoping her and throwing her hand away while making her stumble a back “ofc the hero comes in to save the day but not what’s in his pants right cause he can never keep it up right “ he gets visibly angry pushing her back “ you know what Yuji say stupid shit like but just cause you didn’t want people to know your a cheating whore who got stds and just likes to use guys for a quick fuck I mean cmon now we both know I’m the best dick you’ve ever had and the girls I did sleep with they all know I left them fucked dumb after “

She looked completely stunned everyone whispering calling her gross a whore a liar a skank a thot a slut but as for jungwon he grabed you and drove you guys both home the entire way you guys said nothing but when u guys did get home he told you to shower and then we could watch a movie as he grabed your alcohol covered hair and kissed your forehead softly

//AFTER //

after your shower so you stepped out but without thinking you got dressed up wearing a see thru tank top and botty shorts you went out to the living room seeing jungwon he was focused on the tv then tired his head slowly “hey y/-“ his eyes were wide looking at you skating every pice of you immediately getting a hard on and it didnt help the fact the your nipples were also hard cause you it was cold “u-um w-w-what movie do you want to watch” he said awkwardly smiling “

After awhile you ended up choosing a horro movie and everyone u would jump letting jungwon see your boobs bounce and close together was not making it easy at all but he finally had had enough so he paused the tv looking at you “what the fuck won why’d you pau-“ he grabbed your hair in a bunch pulling it a little but not to much where it would hurt “you think I wouldn’t notice you wearing something so slutty huh would you u probably wanted me to look and you and you boobs right you slut “he said and started to lower the strap on you tank top letting go of your hair”ju-jungwon idk what your talking ab-“he stuffed your hole boob in his mouth sucking and nibbleing hitting and starting to leave hickys.”tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop tell me you don’t want me to fuck you sensless and fill your little pussy huh”you didn’t say anything but squirming and moaning under his touch “that’s what I thought now why don’t we see your pretty little cunt “he took off your shorts and liked a thin strip on your underwear making you moan and grab his hair “Wonnie please””please what baby mm I barley did anything yet” you didn’t say anything just wined “I need to know what you want baby or I can’t give it to you okay” you just stared at him but gave in cause how could you not “p-please won need you need you to fuck me “ he removed your panties looking at your dripping cunt making you embarrassed closing your legs while looking away “ah ah ah keep them open princess don’t ever feel like you need to hide this pretty Pussy from me “ he opend your legs about to go down on you but you couldn’t wait you didn’t know why you were so impatient “no w-wait”. “What is if baby” “I DONT wanna be probed please just fuck me please jungwon I need you so bad please wonnie “ he took his grey sweats off and his white t Lilly out his dick and he wasn’t wrong but Yuji was he had the prettiest dick ever he was thick and long and pretty so pretty you needed it so bad “what my princess wants she gets “he took his dick out lining up his tip pushing in little by little he stretched you out so you definitely needed some time but your wetness was making it super easy for the both of you “baby I’m gonna move now okay tell me if it hurts “he started thrusting in you feeling so good “ah jungwon omg so good please faster “he cupped your tits in his handing pumping in and out of you playing with your nipples and ther going to you big leaving hickys on you you were on cloud 9 “ugh baby your pussy feels so g-good this pussy is mine only mine “y-yes omg don’t stop please “ he was going harder making you a moaning mess atp you didn’t care if the neighbors heard you cause this was they best fuck of your life ever “no one’s g-gonna fuck this tight little pussy like I can huh” “all mine no one else is “ you could tell he was close and so were you you were so close if all felt to good “o-omg wonnie i CANT hold it f-Fels to good I-I’m gonna cum “ he kissed you sticking your forwards together intertwining fingers “it’s okay baby cum for me and with that you came undon leaving u speechless you swear you saw white feeling your cum gushing out of you but jungwon still hadn’t came leaving you starting to get a bit senator but you could tell he was so close to “ah y/n I’m so close where do you want me to come “ “please cum in me please “ you were getting close to your second orgasam hearing jungwon moan was sending you “ah ah I’m gonn- and with that you and him both came you for you second time and leaving you both outta breath panting and sweating he pulled out and sat next to you giggling a little “what’s so funny “you said outta breath “ nothing just that we have to go clean up now “”ughhhh I don’t wanna can we js go cuddle “ “it’s okay I’ll clean up my baby “ “ I love you jungwon “ “ me too y/n I love you so much “

//after shower//

You and jungwon just spent the rest of the night cuddling while you fell asleep on his chest as he drew shapes on your skin ……………….

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[moonlight-prose]

♱ BAD DECISIONS ♱

a/n: the final rooster fic for kinktober is here! i personally don't know how to feel about this. i wrote it at like 4am and felt like the meme of coraline's dad. hopefully it's okay though. again none of these kinktober prompts are edited at all so here's to hoping they make sense!

day ten - outdoor sex + exhibitionism | kinktober 2022

summary: jealousy gets the best of bradley right when you need him the most.

word count: 1.5k+

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, p in v sex, badly written dirty talk, hair pulling, biting.

Following him outside was your first mistake. Letting him kiss you was your second. That was clear to you now as you struggled for breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head and hands scrambling for purchase on the brick wall. The night was supposed to be simply a few drinks with his friends and back home as quickly as possible. Given that you hadn’t seen each other in weeks. However five minutes at the bar by yourself and you found yourself unable to escape a conversation with a younger pilot.

You knew what the man wanted, what his end goal for the night was. And to spare Bradley the work of getting you out of it, you tried to do it yourself. However much to your chagrin the man didn’t know how to take no for an answer.

Now Bradley wasn’t a jealous man. He had his brief moments of thinking every now and then that you would one day find someone better than him. Someone who wasn’t gone all the time, who tended to your every need and care. But the years you spent together gave you time to really cement in his mind that you were his just as much as he was yours. 

Except some nights…when some young fresh new faced pilot decided you were the one thing he wanted, Bradley let his jealous streak—his doubt—get the better of him.

His hand dug tightly into your hair, pulling your head back until his lips were pressed directly against your ear. You didn’t feel any pain with the action, the sensation numbed by the intensity of your building orgasm. Hot puffs of air washed across your cheek with every thrust of his hips, somehow filling you deeper than he ever had before.

It was only meant to be a small make out session; something to settle his mind and ease the growing tension in his body, but then you smiled at him. That sweet little grin he knew meant only one thing after dating you for so long. He chose to blame it on that rather than the burning doubt in his chest—a reminder of what he could lose one day.

“Bradley,” you gasped, biting back a cry that would have been too loud for what you were currently doing outside in the alleyway.

He bit down sharply against your neck, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly to hold you there. Until you could do nothing but take what he was giving you—a searing pleasure that built with each one of his punishing thrusts. You sobbed his name again, one hand digging into his hair and yanking on it as he slid his fingers over your clit.

What felt like fifteen minutes might have very well been an hour. You could barely even remember why you were out here, what caused him to be fucking you so thoroughly that your vision went blurry and your mind lost all sense. Eventually someone from your group of friends would come find you—see if everything went alright after watching Bradley drag you out here. But that thought was diminished with the rest the second he pinched your clit between his two fingers—smiling at the keening wail you let out.

“You gotta remember who you belong to baby,” he grunted. “Sitting at that bar looking this fucking pretty for everyone to see. For that asshole to see.”

He shifted the angle of his thrusts, hitting against that spot that made your legs go weak and your head loll back. Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry, the breath being ripped from your lungs as he sped up—chasing his high right alongside yours. It was too much for your body to handle; too much to even comprehend, but he couldn’t stop. You didn’t want him to.

“Tell me.” A groan cut off his words as your walls tightened around him, a loud echo of your skin against skin and your slick bouncing off the alleway. “Tell me who you belong to.”

 If you could give him an answer, say the words, you would have. Except he was shoving everything from your mind with each touch, each kiss along your body.

His hand pulled on your hair again, lips brushing against your ear. “I want to hear it honey.”

Slowing down you whined in protest, desperate to finally finish, but you knew what he wanted in return. What he needed.

“Y–you,” you choked out.”

“Me what?”

He shoved his hips forward, his cock filling you completely with one thrust—forcing the words out of your mouth as a scream. “I belong to—hngg—you!”

“Yeah you do.” The tenderness of his kisses along your neck, his tongue laving over the aching bites he’d placed before, nearly shoved you over the edge right there.

After weeks apart you were finding one another again, reminding each other of what you nearly lost. What you absolutely ached for when not together. Bradley loved you—that much was obvious—but you’d never know how his heart stopped every time he saw you. How he would get down on his knee right there and ask you for forever without hesitation, because he knew what your answer would be. He’d always known.

His doubt began to recede to the back of his mind, the reminder that you chose him every fucking day now solidifying once more.

Pressing against your back he watched as you pressed against the wall, your body arched and hips pushing back to fuck yourself on his cock. If the two of you were anywhere else, he’d let you keep going. He’d gain pleasure in watching you take what you needed from him. But your sounds would have alerted anyone nearby of what was going on and he was adamant on getting you home soon. At least there he’d have time to indulge, time to really reacquaint himself with your taste, your touch. 

“Fuck,” he groaned at the sight of your slick practically dripping off his cock. 

Neither of you would last much longer, the way your legs shook telling him all he needed to know. He could feel his balls begin to draw up the second your pussy clamped down around his cock. Nearly making it impossible for him to keep going, but he chased his pleasure nonetheless, desperate to hear you finish.

Your eyes fell shut the second he sped up, his fingers going back to your clit. Biting down on your arm you did your best to silence the sounds that echoed around you, your body going taut as you shook in his hold. It didn’t take him long to follow you, moaning your name against the back of your neck as he fucked you through both your releases.

He kissed down your spine, the haze in your mind beginning to let up. You could feel his cock softening inside of you—his and your cum no doubt dripping down around his balls. Just the thought of it made you clench around him, tearing a stunted groan from his chest. The silence of the alleyway was almost too much for you to bear; the realization of how loud you were now dawning on you. Anyone could have walked by and seen you two, anyone could have heard you.

“We should get home,” he huffed, his hands stroking your sides as he pulled out.

Your underwear was shoved back into place, the skirt of your dress smoothed down, before a mess was made. You thanked him with a kiss for helping you put yourself back together. Although you knew that you looked like you’d been fucked, just as Bradley did. His cheeks were stained red, hair in disarray, and you could see the faint red marks of your nails against his chest when you first started.

“Good idea.” Reaching for your hand he helped you walk towards his Bronco parked hopefully far enough away from the bar’s entrance to where you wouldn't run into anyone.

That hope was diminished though the second you heard the wolf whistle come from the front door. You knew who it was even before they began talking—the southern drawl was always stronger when he started drinking.

“Way to go Bradshaw!”

Bradley sighed, his hand raising and middle finger on display as he ushered you into the car. “Fuck you Hangman!”

Jake’s grin only got wider. “Nah, I’ll leave the fucking to you Rooster.”

“Bye Hangman,” you called out, smiling at the way Bradley’s face darkened.

“Have a nice night sugar!” he shouted, heading back inside with a laugh.

The car door slammed shut, Bradley barely having enough time to put his seat belt on before pressing down on the gas. Your hand falling to his thigh, brought his attention back to you. The irritation on his face disappeared within seconds of seeing you—a look of what anyone else would have constituted as pure love on your face.

“I’m about to have a really nice night,” you breathed, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips with a smile. “Right baby?”

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

#bradley bradshaw x f!reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x you #rooster x y/n #top gun: maverick #my writing #kinktober 2022

[hellowhisperingstars]

Chapter Twelve: The Secret Meeting

Summary: You tell Peter how you truly feel at your engagement party and a surprise visit brings you a little hope.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 8.6K

Warnings: 18+, Y/N used, cussing, alcohol abuse, forced relationship, blackmail, heart break, controlling parents, step-parents, engagements, chauvinism, angst and hurt. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Three more chapters to go! But chapter twelve is happening now! Sorry for the wait, I just took a small break after my birthday to really get what I wanted to happen in this chapter down. Please let me know what you think!

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Steve’s tires squealed as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar, the way he had raced back to Hawkins from Indianapolis he was surprised he hadn’t been pulled over for speeding. Leaving his car quickly he ran through the parking lot, up the porch, and into the bar the door slamming closed behind him. “We have a problem.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Gareth muttered as he looked towards the mens restroom where the sound of someone getting sick was muffled behind the door. “Eddie finally drank himself into a puke fest.”

“Fuck..” Steve said, pushing his hand through his hair. “Hopefully that’ll help me sober up faster. I need him to be conscious for what I have to tell him.”

“I already started on coffee and I currently have a sandwich waiting for him.” Jeff said as he leaned on the bar looking over at Steve.

From her perch at the bar Lizzy looked up at Steve, concern on her pretty features. She had missed seeing you around the bar. And knowing that Eddie was so sad and there was nothing she could do to make him feel better just made her feel terrible. “Did you see Y/N?”

“Yeah.” He nodded as he walked farther into the room. “It’s more complicated than I thought. Much more.”

“What happened?” Robin asked as she hopped up onto the bar sitting on the counter. 

“We sho-” Steve was about to say they should wait until Eddie comes out and sobers up before he explains but the man in question interrupts that by stumbling out of the bathroom slowly. “Damn. You look like shit.”

Gareth’s wife Andrea came out after him. She was a nurse at Hawkins Memorial and out of everyone in the building currently she was the only one who didn’t get squeamish when vomit was involved. “Okay big guy, let's get you into a seat before you fall over. Again.”

Eddie looked up bleary eyed at Steve, his guitar calloused finger coming up to point at him. “You. I heard from someone that you wanted to fight me in unarmed combat.” Looking down at his arms he shook them out a moment before looking back up at Steve. “But you'll have to give me a few minutes. I'm still trying to figure out how to take my arms off.”

Andrea sighed as she hoisted him up the best she could with her nurse's strength and helped him to stumble towards the bar to take a seat on the stool. “Jeff, please tell me you have that sandwich.”

“Right here.” He said moving into the kitchen to grab the plate and was back out in seconds. He placed the plate down right as Eddie was plopped onto the stool. 

Wide eyed Steve looked over at everyone else. “When I left he was still drinking beer. What happened?!”

“He finished the beer.” Brandon said before jabbing his thumb behind him towards the back wall filled with liquor bottles. “Then he started on literally everything else.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Steve muttered as he wiped a hand down his face. Walking closer to the bar he looked at everyone. “We don’t have time for this.”

“How was she?” Robin asked quietly, her fingers fiddling with a loose string on the knee of her jeans. Was she mad at you? Yes. You hurt one of her friends that was a deal breaker in her book. But did she still care about you? Also yes. 

“Not great.” Steve sighed, hands now planted firmly on his hips. Looking down at Eddie he waited until the man started to eat, slowly and messily, but the bread would help soak up the booze. “She’s being blackmailed into marrying someone.”

It was quiet for a moment as everyone, except Eddie who couldn’t focus on anything right now, took a beat to let the information sink in before they all started talking over each other. “What?!” 

“Isn’t that illegal?!” 

“Do we need to go get her?!” 

“Who do I have to kill?!”

“Guys!” Steve shouted over them trying to get them to calm down. “I know. Okay. I know. I tried to get her to come with me but she couldn't. Her dad has dirt on Eddie that would ruin him and the band. She’s doing this to protect him.”

“I don’t need protection!” Eddie slurred as he looked up at Steve, his eyes bloodshot and glassy.

“We know that.” Gareth said, patting him on his back as Andrea put a cup of water in front of Eddie. 

“What you need is to eat, drink this water, have a cup of coffee, and take a nap.” The nurse said as gave Eddie a stern look. 

That look made him shrink back a little, he felt small, like he did when he was still a submissive under Dan. Andrea could be a Domme, if she really wanted too. He would pay good money to see her flog someone. With a little nod Eddie continued with his sandwich. 

Gareth turned to look at Steve. “So what happens now? With Y/N?”

Steve shrugged. “I was hoping that Eddie was sober enough to call his lawyer and figure that part out because if we don’t... Y/N gets married off against her will and shipped to Chicago.” 

“We can call him!” Lizzy said as she practically laid on the counter to dig into Jeff's pocket for his phone. Holding it up for him he smiled a bit at her as he took it. Clicking through the contacts until he found the one he wanted, Jeff put the little Nokia against his ear. A few seconds later Jeff shook his head and ended the call. 

“Straight to voicemail. We'll have to try later.” 

A collective of muttered cuss words sailed through the air as they all sat quietly trying to think of something, anything, that could help you. 

You felt like the world was caving in on you the closer it got to the party. With every minute that passed it felt harder and harder to breathe and you had to stop and focus on what you were doing. With shaking hands you pushed the pretty earring into the lobe of your ear before you took a step back and straightened the skirt of your ivory dress as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. You looked… Decent. Not as much of a blushing bride as your father would have liked but this was all the effort you were willing to put into this.

Moving away from the mirror you walked to your closet to grab the heel that would look nice with this dress and leaned against the door jam as you slipped them on your feet. Taking a breath you glanced at the watch on your wrist before you headed to your bed, you had a few moments before you had to be downstairs and in the car. Taking a seat you closed your eyes and counted to ten. You could do this. You could play the part and keep Eddie safe until Steve was able to figure out a way to fix this. 

Or you could stop being a fucking coward and call Daniel Christianson yourself. Slowly your eyes moved from your lap and over towards the phone that sat on your nightstand. You could do it. Everyone was getting ready. No where near a phone. “Come on.” You hissed to yourself. “Just do it or you’re stuck with Malloy forever.”

With a trembling hand you carefully lifted the receiver off the base and held it to your ear as you held your breath. When all you heard was a dial tone you almost cried right then. Quickly you dialed the numbers that you now knew by heart and put the phone against your ear listening to it ring. Your heart was pounding. “Please pick up.”

“Are you going to say hello this time?” Daniel Christianson's deep voice broke through the speaker and you gasped.

“H-how did you know it was me?”

“I have caller ID. It’s good with numbers.” He chuckled a bit. “May I ask who this is?”

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked up at the ceiling, trying not to ruin your makeup. “My… my name is Y/N. Um… Eddie… Eddie Munson… gave me your number a while back. He said you could help if I was in trouble.”

You heard his move a little, the squeaking of a chair clear over the line. “Are you okay?”

“I need your help.” You choked out, your throat feeling tighter by the second. You heard the doorbell ring. Time was up. “I don’t have time to explain.”

“Y/N! We’re leaving!” Your father called from downstairs. 

“Shit, I have to go.” You gasped out.

“Y/N, don’t hang up.” Dan said, he sounded worried. “Tell me what's wrong.”

Clearing your throat you tried to get a hold of yourself. “Uh... The bar. Hellfire. If you go to Hellfire and ask for Steve Harrington he can tell you everything.”

“Hellfire. Steve Harrington.” He repeated. “Okay. Okay. I’ll talk to him, then I'll be in touch.”

“You can’t call this number.” You rushed out. “Talk to Steve. He’ll get the information to me.”

“Okay… You stay safe.”

“I will.”

“Y/N!” Your father yelled again.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.” You said quickly before you hung up the phone as your father walked into your room.

“We’re waiting on you.” He said as he looked at his watch.

“I’m coming.” You muttered as you stood up and grabbed your tiny clutch from the bed before you followed him out of your room. With one last glance at the phone you close the door.

Eddie groaned as he came too, his head was pounding, his mouth was dry, and he still felt slightly drunk. He had over done it on the tequila. Sitting up he winced at pulsing in his brain before he looked up over the back of the couch to see who was still around. The bar was practically empty save for his friends. The lights weren't dim and the music was off. Ugh thank god..

“Well look who decided to enter the land of the living.” Jeff said from his spot at the bar. Everyone looked over as Eddie slowly stood up on his feet and started for them. 

“How long was I out?”

“Long enough.” Steve said from his spot leaning on the bar. “I hope you don't mind but since you were passed out and we're kinda in emergency mode we closed the bar for the night.” 

“Emergency mode?” Eddie asked as he stumbled forward. “What happened?”

“Eddie Bear,” Lizzy said as she got off her stool and walked to him. Taking his hand she led him to a stool and sat him down. “You should sit down for this.” 

“What's wrong?” Eddie asked, his worry was finally starting to sober him up completely. “What happened?”

“Y/N’s dad is using you to blackmail her into marrying Peter Malloy.” Steve said, looking down at his friend. 

Eddie blinked for a moment, his brows going up to his under his bangs as he stared at Steve. “I'm sorry… what?”

“She's being blackmailed.” Robin repeated as panic started to settle in her chest. “We don’t know what to do… All of this sounds insanely illegal and she’s all alone up there. Her dad went through your shit… is he going to go through our shit?! Steve, what if he somehow finds out about that science test I cheated on in high school?!”

“He won’t. He wasn’t looking for that.” Steve said, waving her off.

“Also, like we don’t know this guy! What if he hurts her?! She’s told us he sucks, we met him at the funeral and we know he sucks, and now she has to marry him?! She’s going to be stuck fore-”

“Robs,” Steve said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Breathe.”

“What do you mean he went through my shit?” Eddie questioned as he looked up at Steve. When the boy took a little too long to answer, the metalhead was on his feet with his hands on Steve’s shoulders. “What shit?”

Sighing, Steve looked at Eddie. “You need to call your lawyer. He found your criminal record and went through your financials. He’s threatening to release those to the public if Y/N doesn’t do what he wants.”

“...Fuck.” Eddie said, putting his hands over his face before he nodded a bit, trying to get control of his emotions. Pushing his hand in his pocket he pulled out his phone and started to shift through the contacts. “Okay… okay.”

“I have a question for you.” Steve said as he looked at Eddie. Might as well get this over with. “And I need you to answer me honestly.”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a kid?” Steve asked quietly. 

Eddie looked up at him forgetting his phone for a moment, his brows coming together in the middle in clear confusion. “Cause I don’t.”

Though the door to the bar opened no one looked up, still too interested in what Steve had just asked Eddie to pay attention to the front door. The confusion based staring contest was getting heated at this point in time. Brandon’s voice called out to the person. “Sorry we’re closed tonight.”

“Perfect. Now I can talk to you without my eardrums bursting.”

“Dan?” Eddie’s head snapped over to look with wide eyes at the sound of the familiar deep voice. “I was just about to call you.”

“No need, I’m here.” The older man said as he walked towards the group. He was a tall man, taller than Eddie at least, close to six foot if anyone had to guess. Probably in his late forties to early fifties if his graying hair was any indication, and he was a wall of muscles. Completely fit and incredibly intimidating.�� 

Eddie shoved his phone into his pocket and walked over towards his old dom. It had been a few months since he was able to see him in person and when Dan opened his arms he went straight in for a hug. His arms were a comforting safe place. Everything Eddie needed right now. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I had to come,” Dan said as he let Eddie go to look at him with a little smile. “A very nervous young lady called and told me to come and speak with her cousin. Steve.”

“Y/N called you?” The younger man asked, looking up at Dan. His heart was pounding in his chest, he remembered telling you to call Dan if you needed help and he couldn’t get to you.  

“She did.” He nodded and looked around at the group by the bar. He recognized all the boys from the band and their girls but there was one boy and girl he hadn’t met yet. Pointing at the new boy he narrowed his eyes a bit. “Are you Steve Harrington?”

“Uh, yeah.” Steve nodded his head and moved towards him with his hand out. “That’s me.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Dan said, shaking his hand. “Now tell me everything.”

The ballroom of the Conrad was beautiful. A tall decorated ceiling with chandeliers, cream walls with wood and gold details, the red and gold carpeted floor brought in a splash of color that was needed to keep the room from looking monochromatic. Tables were scattered around the room with golden chairs, the buffet table sat against the back walls holding all kinds of food and desserts. Waiters wandered around the room offering drinks. Everything was beautiful, but unfortunately, completely overwhelming. It was too bright, too loud, there were too many people, and you barely knew a handful of them. Steve’s parents were here but not Steve, your father and stepmother, and the Malloy's of course. No one was here for you. Not really. 

You were polite, you smiled, thanked everyone for coming, and chatted like you always would at your fathers parties. On the outside you looked happy but inside you felt like you were drowning. You kept trying to swim up but no matter how far you got or how hard you kicked you kept getting pulled back down into the depths. 

You took a deep breath as you downed your fourth glass of champagne, so far tonight you’ve been told at least five times how lucky you were, that Peter was a catch, and that no less than six women had admitted they would die to be in your place. You had to bite your tongue to keep from telling them he was all theirs if they could keep from choking on all the chauvinism he oozed.

Passing the empty glass to a wandering waiter you smiled at him when he gave you a little grin. “Thank you.” 

Looking around the room you spotted a door that led to an outdoor patio and started that way, hoping to get some air to help with this feeling of not being able to breathe. You were halfway through the room when you heard your name being called. Looking over Peter smiled and waved you over, he wasn’t alone though, more people for you to meet. Great. Taking another deep calming breath you shifted your footing and started over towards them stretching a pretty smile on your lips that you hoped didn’t make you look crazy. Or maybe you did. Then no one would want to talk to you.

“Sweetheart,” Peter said as he held his arm out for you, placing it around your waist when you got close enough. “This is my partner at the firm Andrew Chen and his wife Wendy. This is Y/N L/N, my fiance.” 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Wendy said as she placed her hand on your shoulder. Her brown eyes held nothing but laughter. She was teasing you both. “He hasn’t shut up about you.” 

“Nice to meet you both.” You smiled as you shook Andrew’s hand. 

“What are you doing with a guy like him?” Andrew said as he looked over at Peter with a laugh. “She’s out of your league, man.”

“Don’t I know it,” Peter laughed, hugging you closer to his side. You felt your skin crawl.

Andrew smiled before looking over at you. “And you still agreed to marry this guy?”

“I guess you could say I came as part of a business deal.” You smiled leaning your head against Peter’s shoulder. Making a joke of your shitty situation. You felt him tighten his hold on you, his fingers digging into your side painfully and you had to stop yourself from wincing.

The small group laughed at your “joke”, before it quieted down enough for a bit of small talk.

“So where did you meet?” Wendy asked as she took a sip of her champagne.

“Oh…  We me-” You started but Peter interrupted you. 

“We met at one of her fathers parties. Our dad’s are going to be business partners for a new company up in Chicago. That’s why they wanted us to look at those contracts Drew.”

“Oh I remember that.” He nodded with a smile. 

“Once those contracts were signed he threw a party and invited us down.” Peter said, smiling down at you. “I met her that night. Couldn’t keep my eyes off her.”

You remembered that night. He stared at you for most of it and it creeped you out. 

“That’s so cute!” Wendy sighed as she looked up at Andrew. 

The four of you chatted for a few more minutes until someone else called Andrew and Wendy over. “Oh shit that’s Michael Chance. I’ve been working on getting a contract with his guy for months. Excuse us.”

You watched as the two of them walked away and once they were out of sight you tried to take a step to the side away from Peter but his grip only tightened on you.

“Are you alright?” Peter asked, looking down at you.

“I’m fine.” You said waving his concern away.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “It isn’t like you to act this way.”

“How would you know?” You snapped. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know everything about you.”

“What’s my favorite color? My favorite book?” You asked as you looked up at him, blinking curiously. “How do I like my coffee?”

Peter floundered a little as he searched for answers for the questions you posed to him. He didn’t know any of them.

“You don’t know, do you?” Pulling out of his grip you glared at him. “Of course you don’t. Cause you don’t know me. If you did I’m sure you wouldn’t even like me. But you like the idea of me. Well let me help you get to know me a little better. I think I'm a fairly good person. I like to bake and cook for the people I love, I’m sarcastic and a little bratty, and I don’t like you. I’m not an idiot, I know how business deals work with my father. He gets what he wants as long as the other party gets what they want, and you want me. Not because you love me, or like me, but because you think I'm something pretty and you want to own me. Now you get to. So something you should know right now is that as soon as we say “I do” I’m going to make your life a living hell… Til death do us part.” 

Sending him one last glare you turned and walked away from him, back towards the patio that you were originally headed to when he called you over. Peter watched you move out of his reach, his jaw clenched in a low simmering anger. He knew that you weren’t stupid. He knew that you didn’t want this. But he didn’t care. He wanted you and he got you, you didn’t have to like him to marry him. As time went on he knew that you would grow to love him. Even if it took years.

Dan sighed as he placed the glass of his favorite bourbon on the small table. Eddie always kept a bottle on the back shelf for him in case he should stop by and damn did he need it right now. Steve had just filled him and Eddie in on the entire fucked up tale and he had to admit it would make for a great movie. There were scandals, love confessions, blackmail, forced marriage, and even a little bondage thrown in for spice.

“Looks like your girl found herself in a little trouble.” The lawyer said as he looked over at Eddie. “But the good news is we have a case.”

“We do?” Steve asked in what could only be called a hopeful tone.

“We do.” Dan said as he emptied his glass. “Everything currently happening is incredibly illegal. We have laws that say you can’t force someone to marry another against their will. And I happen to know for a fact that they altered Ed's finances. He doesn’t have any children. There was one scare a few years ago but the paternity test put that to rest very quickly.”  

“So we can get her out?” Eddie asked as he leaned towards his old dom, his arms on the table top, he looked eager. He wanted to see you so badly.

“We can.” He nodded. “It’ll take some time and I’ll have to call in a few favors but we can fix this.”

“How long?” Eddie asked as he got off his stool to pace around. “I don't want her to be stuck up there any longer than she already has been.” 

“A few weeks,” He said, running his hand down his short beard. “We have to pull everything we can get on her father, and the Malloy’s. With how quickly everything is moving it’s obvious this isn’t the first shady deal for either of them. Plus, the name Peter Malloy is familiar to me.” 

“He’s a lawyer in Chicago.” Reaching into this pocket Steve pulled out the card Peter had given him and handed it to Dan. “He gave me this today. He wants us to hang out, get to know each other, because Y/N and I are so close.”

“When's the wedding?” Dan asked as he looked at the tiny business card. Yeah that name was familiar but not because of his work as a lawyer. But because he was a complete creep.

“I don’t know yet, maybe a few weeks? She was getting all those last minute details done today. But the engagement party is happening right now.” Steve said, pointing to the table. It made him nervous knowing that you were three surrounded by people who didn’t actually care about your well being.

“That’s good. Unfortunately we’ll need her to continue to play the part until I can get our evidence and talk to a judge.” Dan muttered as he put the business card in his wallet for safe keeping. “I have to go. The sooner we get this handled the sooner she can come home.”

“Thank you Dan,” Eddie said as he watched the older man get off his stool. “I’ll pay you back for this.”

Waving his hand in the air Dan shook his head leveling Eddie with a no nonsense look. “Pro bono. This girl is important to you which makes her important to me.”

Both Steve and Eddie gave a sigh of relief. Dan would take care of this and everything would be okay. You were coming home. 

The morning after the engagement party you woke up as soon as the sun hit your window, the light of the early morning shining bright in your eyes making your head pound just a little. You definitely had too much to drink yesterday. Rolling over in your bed you grabbed the second pillow from by your head and pulled it to your chest to cuddle. You were not ready to get up yet and face the day so cuddling a pillow imagining it was Eddie would have to do, but the door to your room opening killed that and your stepmother's voice was like nails on a chalkboard. 

“Get up.” She sighed as she leaned on the door frame. “We have an appointment for your dress fitting.”

“I didn’t even pick out a dress. How can I have a fitting?” You mumble into your pillows..

“Charlotte and I picked one out for you.” Evelyn said as she picked at her manicured nails. “We are leaving in twenty minutes.”

You kept your eyes closed as she left the room leaving your door wide open. Mostly to force you out of bed. She did that when you were younger too and didn’t want to go to school. She would come in, turn on all the lights, pull your blankets away, and then leave with the door open. In her mind it was a way to get you moving, since you were getting out of bed to close the door, you might as well get dressed, and go to school. You could still hear her heels clicking as she moved down the hall. Groaning you wiped the sleep from your eyes as you glared at the door before pushing the pillow away and sitting up. You weren’t sure how today was going to go but you prayed to anyone who was listening that the dress was at least decent. 

Forty minutes later you found yourself standing in front of the mirror at the dress shop wearing the dress that was chosen for you and it was hideous. The dress was everything you feared it would be. A pure white, floor length dress covered in lace, ruffles, and heavy beading. The neckline was way too high and it covered everything up to your neck so it felt like lace was choking you. The sweetheart neckline did nothing for you and you had to wear a corset so the waist could be cinched down tightly to give you that hourglass shape that was accentuated by the pastel pink sash that led to a giant bow that sat right at the small of your back. Oh, and you didn’t even want to talk about the puffed sleeves or the full ball gown ruffled skirt. It was like a horrible mix of an old southern belle dress and something straight out of the 80’s. Gone with the Wind came to mind. You didn’t know where they found this monstrosity but it needed to go back to hell where it belonged. You felt like you couldn’t take a decent breath but whether that was from the corset or your anxiety you didn’t know. 

The attendant, whose name was Lauren, could see you weren't happy but when she turned to talk to Evelyn and Mrs. Malloy she bit her tongue when your soon to be mother in law cooed at you.  

“Don’t you just look like a dream?!” Mrs. Malloy said as she stood up from the couch she was on to come over to you fixing the giant pastel pink bow that sat just above your ass. “Peter’s going to love it!”

You gave her a tight smile. ”I'm so glad."

“I think it’s perfect.” Evelyn said from her spot on the couch. She looked way too smug for your taste as you glared at her through the mirror.

You have never wanted to hurt her so badly in your life. The need to rip her hair out was strong but you were better than that.  

“Don't you just love it?” Mrs. Malloy asked as she hugged your shoulders in between her hands, staring at you in the mirror, pure joy on her face. “You know my Peter always had a thing for Scarlett O'Hara.” 

‘Probably because she's as shitty as he is,’ You thought. Taking a steady breath you looked at her in the mirror. “I'm sorry but isn't this... a little… much?” 

“Nonsense.” She said fluffing up your sleeve. “It's beautiful, a statement. Do you not like it?”

You battled with yourself for a moment, you didn’t want to upset the lady, but you couldn’t wear this. So you decide to tell her the truth. “No. I don't. This isn't what I would choose.” 

“Oh…” She said, taking a small step back. Her joy dwindled a little as she spoke, making you feel terrible. “Oh I didn't realize. Evelyn said you would love it.” 

‘Of course she did.’ You thought bitterly. “I'm sorry I know you love this dress but I can't wear this. Is there any way we can exchange it or something?” 

Lauren nodded her head vigorously. She was more than ready to get you out of this horrible gown. Turning she called over one of her coworkers and spoke to her quietly before she turned back to you as the other girl ran off. “Absolutely. We can find something that is in the same price range and exchange it.” 

“As much as I love this dress,” Mrs. Malloy said as she fiddled with one of the skirt ruffles. “I would rather you have a dress you want.”

‘Oh thank fuck.’  You thought as you bundled the skirts into your hands and stepped off the little podium to follow the lady back into the dressing room to change into something completely different.

Once the door was closed you dropped the wads of fabric and looked in the mirror again before you looked over at Lauren. “Can I say this dress is awful without offending the designer?”

“Oh no,” She said, shaking her head as she came up to you to start getting you out of this monstrosity. “This dress is terrible. I don’t even know why we have it in stock. I should have known something was fishy when two older ladies came in without the bride to look at dresses. But don’t worry we will get you in one that you love.”

You only smiled a little and let her fuss around you to remove the large bow and start to undo the laces from the back of the dress. You thought about what she said and you fully believed you would never find a dress you loved when you weren’t marrying the man you loved. Plus on top of everything you missed your mom, you always imagined looking for dresses with her and she wasn’t here to hype you up or defend you against the two harpies in the other room.

Stepping out of the giant dress puddle you watched as Lauren put it back on the hanger before she came back over to unlace the corset from around you. Once it was loose enough you took a deep breath. “Holy shit.”

“I know corsets not made for you are such a pain.” She said as moved around your front to pop the busk open and had you hold it closed while she grabbed a strapless bra and the robe from the chair in the corner of the room.  

Once you were back in some more comfortable undergarments, the soft silky robe over your shoulders, there was a knock on the door behind you, turning you looked over your shoulder to see Lauren’s coworker enter the room with a couple of hangers in her hands. Lauren took those dresses and handed her the southern belle horror. “Thank you Nicole! Please take this dress away and bury it.”

Nicole looked horrified at the dress and bundled it up in her hands. “Gladly. They actually put you in this thing?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. 

“I am so sorry.” She muttered as she slipped from the room taking the offending garment with her.

“I hope we can convince our manager to throw that out.” Lauren said as she placed the other dresses on the hooks in the wall. “Now, let's get you into something a little more this century.” 

An hour later you left the shop with a dress you actually liked. It was an off the shoulder satin and lace a-line princess dress, floor length with a good train and moderate beading. It was classic yet modern and a thousand times better than the other one. Mrs. Malloy even got some of her money back for the first dress when they exchanged it for this one but she gave it back to the shop so they could rush the order. 

You spent the rest of the day wandering the city with Mrs. Malloy and Evelyn. Picking out their dresses for the wedding, getting appointments for hair and make up, and picking out the flowers for the bouquets. When Mrs. Malloy paid for four bouquets you were incredibly confused, it was just you, you didn’t have a bridal party. 

“Peter’s cousins wanted to be bridesmaids.” She said with a smile. “They already have dresses. You'll meet them when we go back to Chicago for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding.”

“Oh…” You sighed. “Great.” 

God fucking damnit you couldn’t even pick out your own bridal party! You didn’t even know these girls, you always imagined that Tiffany and Ada would be up there with you Robin and Lizzy as well. On top of all of that you were just finding out the wedding wouldn’t even be in town! They were making you go to Chicago!

Soon you found yourself walking down the street behind the two ladies as they gossiped about who knew what you weren’t listening to them. 

“Oh the cake!” Mrs. Malloy said as she stopped in front of a bakery. It was like an afterthought for her as she looked in the window at the display. “We need to order the cake!”

“I was thinking I could make my own cake.” You said stopping next to her. “I own a bakery.”

“Nonsense.” She said pushing the door open. “You have so much on your plate already, making a cake shouldn’t be something you need to worry about. It’s only three weeks until the wedding!”

Evelyn smiled as she walked in after her leaving you standing on the sidewalk. Your eyes burned as you looked at the display. The one thing you were trained for, that you loved to do the most, and you couldn’t even do that. You wanted to make your own cake. Taking in a calming breath you pushed open the door and walked into the bakery. It smelled sweet like vanilla with a hint of coffee, it was familiar, it smelled like home. You felt your spirit start to break. 

It felt like years but it was only hours later that you finally found yourself back in your fathers house. Dropping down onto your bed you stared at the ceiling letting out a breath in a large sigh, you feel like the weight of the world is sitting on your chest. Mrs. Malloy and Evelyn said today was successful but you just felt defeated. At least you were able to convince them to change your dress. How the shop was going to get it ready in three weeks you have no idea. 

Rolling over you grabbed the pillow you were cuddling this morning and buried your face in it. What was Eddie doing right now? Did he miss you? Did he hate you? You didn’t really end things well… Biting your lip you felt your eyes start to burn again. You couldn’t think about him right now. Steve would take care of everything. At least you hoped he would… 

Tossing the pillow to the side you sat up as you heard Mrs. Malloy call a goodbye to you from the front door. 

Mrs. Malloy. 

You are gonna be a Mrs. Malloy soon. Scrunching up your face you stood from the bed and paced around your room tears starting to pool on your lower lashes. You didn’t like the sound of that, it didn’t flow well. Sniffing, you walked over to the mirror that sat on your vanity. In three weeks you were getting married. To a man you hated. 

Wiping your face as you stood looking in the mirror. You barely recognized yourself and now you were getting a new last name. Straightening your back you thrust your hand forward as if to give someone a handshake a fake smile on your face. The same smile you’ve been holding for a while now. “I’m Y/N Malloy.”

You frowned as you shook your head, that just felt wrong. Sniffing, you blink back the tears as you try again, shaking your hands out before you take a deep breath and look in the mirror again. Your hand went out, the smile plastered on your face. But you faltered, your lower lip wobbling. The tears finally broke through your barriers, sliding down your cheeks as you spoke through the lump in your throat. “I’m…. Y/N… Malloy…”

Turning away from the mirror you groaned as you walked towards the window seat that faced the garden. You always loved this view but tonight it didn’t do anything for you. Taking a seat you pulled your legs to your chest and cried. God damnit you were so tired of crying. 

Eddie sat in his old van hidden in the darkness on the side road next to your fathers house, his hand tapping on the steering wheel anxiously as he watched the window that led to your room. He remembered which one was yours from when you showed him at your grandmother's funeral. He had been sitting out here for hours hoping to just get a glimpse of you. But the lights in your room had remained off until recently and he sat up straight when they came to life. He hated that he was so close but so far and he really hated how he felt like such a stalker but if this was the only way he could see you then so be it. 

'Says the stalker.' He reprimanded himself in his head. For the next few minutes he watched you as you paced. 

You moved about your space, your figure coming in and out of the view from the window before you stepped away from the window all together and he sighed. "Come on baby, let me see you. I need to know you're okay."

A few minutes later you were back in full sight and he sat forward to get a better look at you over the dashboard as you sat on the window seat he knew was there and curled in on yourself shoulders shaking. "No.. don't… don't cry sweetheart."

He watched for a few minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore, the need to comfort you was too strong. As silently as he could he slipped from the van and closed the door without so much as a squeak from the old hinges. Silently, he stuck to the shadows moving towards the fence and once he got close to the wall he jumped, his hands grasping the top of the six foot iron and brick fence. Lifting himself with a groan he swung one of his legs up then the other, careful to not hit anything important, and as he reached the other side he easily dropped down onto the grass in your fathers side yard. He stayed for a moment and when no one screamed at him, he snuck through the gardens trying hard to avoid being seen from the windows as he moved through the yard until he found your window. Now he just needed to get your attention. 

Looking around he tried to find something to throw, anything would work. His eyes zero’d in on the small pebbles that surrounded the rose bushes and grinned. Well this always worked in the movies. Crouching down he grabbed a handful of the small rocks from the flowerbed and took a few steps back, praying to a god he didn’t believe in that he would hit your window since he wasn’t much of an athlete. Taking aim he chucked a rock up and quietly cheered when it hit before he did it again.

Your head lifted up and you wiped at your face as you looked confused at the sound, what was that? You were about to brush it off when another rock hit your window and you flinched, turning so you could look out the window, you gazed down into the garden. That’s when you saw him standing there with a small smile on his face, his eyes soft even from this distance, you blinked. Eddie? Oh my god, you have finally gone insane. Seeing the one person you want to be with the most outside your window. He couldn’t be here. Wouldn’t be here. That would be stupid. 

Another small rock hit your window and you gasped when you looked at him watching as he gave a little wave. He was here! You smiled at him before panic rushed in. Your eyes went wide. He wasn’t supposed to be here! What if he was caught!? “Eddie..”

Quickly you leap from the window seat and rushed from view making him frown as he watched you leave. Taking a few steps backward he dropped the rest of the stones in his hand and looked around, what should he do now? You ran from the window so quickly. Did you not want to see him? A sound to his left grabbed his attention and he quickly ducked behind some foliage as the side door opened. “Shit..”

“Eddie?” You whispered as you stepped outside and closed the door. Looking around you noticed he wasn’t there anymore and bit your lip. You couldn’t see him anymore. Had he just been some trick your mind was playing? Pushing your hair out of your face you looked up at your window. Was he just a figment of your imagination?

Peeking up over the bush he was hiding behind, Eddie sighed in relief as he stood up a bit and hissed at you getting your attention. He watched as your head snapped over and you stared at him for a moment before you started for him, your hands coming up to grab his shoulders. You couldn’t stop touching him and he couldn’t stop staring at you, his hands now on your hips, fingers squeezing the meat beneath them. He could feel your hands as they moved around his shoulders, neck, cheeks and hair before you finally pulled yourself together. Your eyes were wide, breathing a little stuttery as you tried not to cry. He was here.

“What are you doing here?” You muttered, in complete shock. Eddie was here, in front of you, touching you. A noise from the house snapped you out of your shock and you let out a curse, you couldn’t just stand out in the open like this, looking over at the house you looked around before you quickly started to push him back into the relative safety of the trees. At least there you could hide away from prying eyes.

“I had to see you.” He said, his hands coming up to cup your jaw. “I’ve missed you.”

Tears brimmed your eyes. God, you’ve missed him so much. “If anyone sees you, they’-”

“Let them see me!” He said louder than he meant too but he was angry. His hand moved to your chin lifting your face to the side to see the slight hollowness of your cheeks, the almost healed bruise. More anger flared in his chest, they were starting to break you down until you were nothing but a shadow of your former self. “Did they do this?”

“That's not important right now.” 

“Don't defend them!” 

“I'm not defending them, I'm protecting you!” You hissed. Closing your eyes you sighed. “If they find you they’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”

“I’m willing to risk that.” Eddie said as he pushed some of your hair off your forehead. Where was his feisty girl?  

“I’m not.” You said, shaking your head trying to get him to lower his voice. “Eddie please. You can’t be here.” 

“Well, I’m not leaving until we talk.”

“Eddie!” You whined as you looked back towards the house before turning back to him, your arms pushing him away a bit. “You wanna talk? Fine, let's talk. Why the fuck did you not tell me you had a kid?!”  

“Because I don’t.” He said with a shake of his head. “I had a scare once but we did a test and the kid’s not mine. I paid maybe three months of child support before we found out.”

“I saw the papers, Eddie! You don’t need to lie!”

“I’m not lying! Do you know how easy it is to doctor records with computers now?” 

You stared at him, your eyes searching for any sign of a lie. When you don’t see any you sighed in relief letting your head fall onto his shoulder. “Oh thank god.”

“Sweetheart, listen, Steve told me everything.” He muttered putting his hand on the back of your neck, “I know you only did what you did to keep my secrets. To protect me. But that’s not your job baby.” 

“It is when it’s my father that’s threatening you.” Leaning back you looked up at him with sad eyes. “You should go. Just forget about me. It’ll be safer for you.”

“If you think for one moment that I’m going to let you just walk out of my life without a fight, you’re not as smart as I thought you were.”

“I’m not worth this Eddie.” You whispered.

His look turned sour for a moment and in a flash his hand moved from your neck into your hair, his fingers firmly pushing into your locks and pulling your head back a little so you would have to look up at him. A gasp left you as he leaned forward so he could whisper in your ear. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. No one talks badly about the woman I love. Not even the woman herself. You’re worth fighting for. Do you understand me?”

Tears fell from your eyes as the pain radiated on your scalp but you could barely concentrate on that. He still loved you. Eddie had just told you he still loved you. Nodding you felt him let your hair go and you laid your forehead on his shoulder as you hugged him close to you. Your whispered reply was hard to hear but he got it and it made his heart thump in his chest. “I love you too.”

“We’re going to fix this sweetheart. I promise you. You aren’t going to marry that asshole and you’re coming home. We just need time.” His hand went to the back of your head, his fingers playing with a lock of your hair as he leaned his cheek against the crown of your head holding you as close as he could. It was wonderful to feel you in his arms again. 

“Eddie the wedding is in three weeks… in Chicago.”

Pulling you from his shoulder he smiled down at you as his thumbs brushed away the tears from under your eyes. “That's good to know. But we have a plan that will get you out of this while also taking down your dad and the Malloy's. Dan’s looking into it but we need you to play along a little longer. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You nodded. 

“Good..” He kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and then finally your lips. It was sweet and loving, everything you both had been missing. Putting his forehead against yours he whispered to you. “It’s going to be okay.” 

“Y/N?” Your father called making you gasp and pull away from Eddie to look towards the house. When had he left the house? Was he close? Had he seen Eddie?

“Coming!” You yelled back pushing Eddie back towards the fence in your panic. He needed to get out of here. “You have to go.”

Eddie nodded as your father called for you again. Pushing his hand into the pocket of his jeans he pulled out a necklace and held it out to you. A guitar pick just like the one he gave you before hung on a silver chain. “This is yours if you want it.”

“Y/N!” Your father was getting more annoyed the more he had to call you.

Holding your hand out you took the necklace and held it against your chest. Turning around you cleared your throat as you called back. “I’m coming!”

“I love you.” Eddie said as he grabbed your hand, pulling you close to give you one more kiss. “I’m coming back for you.”

“I love you.” Kissing him one last time you push him towards the fence. “Now go!”

You watched as he made a running jump to grab the top of the fence and climbed over it quickly. Once he was on the other side you shoved the necklace in your pocket and started to move out of the trees towards your dad who called you again. You took a deep breath to calm your emotions as you caught sight of him. “I’m here. Sorry. I just needed some fresh air.”

“I’ve been calling for you!” He hissed when you got close enough. “The neighbors must think I’m insane. Now get inside. Peter’s here to see you.”

“Great.” You mutter as you pass him, giving one last look at the fence Eddie had climbed over. Hoping and praying that this won’t be the last time you see him.

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Ok I loooved the Louis fic and after reading it I had the most amazing yet angsty(ish) idea!

What if there was a large group of zombies like a hoard of em to the school and Louis was in danger (the others are seeing this go down) and the reader (who is covered in bites) runs in to save him and the others don't know what to do and Louis has to plead with the group not to throw out / kill reader and says he saw a bite before didn't tell anyone and nothing will happen

Sorry if it's kinda long and thank you 💖💖👍

(Hey! Sorry one took a bit but I had time! Here ya go, Lazuli!)

BITE MARKS

After everything happened with Louis finding out about your bite, everything simmered down for a while. Well, the most it could do for the apocalyptic world.

But everything was good, until it wasn't. A group of walkers was near the school, wearing down its fences a hefty bit and you all were left with the mess.

So which brings us to today. 

"Why can't the world be normal for one fucking day?" Mitch asked, your brother , groaning and he was tired. 

It was quite early in the morning, Clem and Vi had taken it upon themselves to wake everyone up to help with the walkers.

"There's walkers on the fence, Mitch." Louis yawned, holding you up as you leaned on his shoulder, already falling back asleep.

"Not our fault that Clem and Vi are two grade-A psychopathic women." Mitch rolled his eyes, his knives in his hand as Vi punched his shoulder.

"Okay, everyone watch your backs! There's a lot of 'em out there!" You all looked up, seeing Willy yelling down to you all. 

You all glanced at each other, a bit confused. Yeah there was a lot but none you all hadn't handled before.

You glanced out the fence, doing a double take at all the walkers out there. You hadn't seen that many before, especially outside the school.

"Fuck." You heard Vi cuss under her breath, you felt Louis wrap him around your shoulder as he watched worried with his friends.

"It's gonna be okay guys. Just stick together." Clem said, nodding her head at you all as you all nodded back, some more hesitant than others but a nod nonetheless.

"Okay, let's fuck shit up out there." You state, less worried than the others with your immunity but still worried, immunity was cool and all but you still could be killed by them.

You walked to the gate, opening it as Vi followed you out. You could hear the running steps of the others, immediately your mind was taken away by the walker attacking you already.

You stabbed it in the head, it fell to the ground before you spun around and narrowly avoided getting hit by Vi's cleaver.

"Vi!" You yelled, looking at her shocked as she gave a shrug and a sorta guilty look. 

"Shit! Sorry, Y/n!"

You shook your head, taking out another dead head.

Clem was with Mitch, killing walkers left and right as the others helped from the school walls. Shooting arries, throwing knives or setting more traps.

You bumped into a tree, seeing a walker under the giant rocks you cut the rope and watched as the walker was crushed by them.

You sighed, relieved until you felt something grab you and then you around. 

You immediately reacted, pulling up your knife but it seemed as if you were too late as the walker had already sunk its teeth into your arm.

You gave a small yell, stabbing the walker in the head as it fell. You look down at your arm, putting your hand over it and applying pressure to stop the bleeding and the pain.

You turned your head, freezing when you made eye contact with Mitch. You shook your head, your brother looked heart broken while he watched your hand.

He didn't know what you and Louis did, all he knew was that you were bit and what always happened to people that were bit.

He came running over to you, holding your arm in his hand.

"Shit! We gotta get you back to the school." He panicked, looking around at all the walkers and your guys' friends. He started ushering you back to the school, you didn't put up much of a fight.

Until a walker came at you guys, Mitch didn't see it coming but you did. It got closer, almost biting Mitch as you acted on instinct.

You put your arm in the way, the walker biting onto it as you kicked it down and Mitch looking at you with wide eyes.

You were about to speak, but stopped when you felt pain in your leg. You looked down, the walker you kicked biting into your ankle.

You bit down on your lip, the pain unbearable but you were running in adrenaline. You lifted up your foot, looking away as the walker left a gruesome mark and bringing down your boot to stomp on its skull.

Once it was down and dead, you looked at Mitch. Your brother didn't know what to do, he was close to tears but he wouldn't admit it.

All he knew was that he had to get you out of there.

He grabbed your arm, ushering you the fastest back to the school before you heard a yell.

Louis' yell.

You whipped around, looking with wide eyes as Louis was being grabbed through a tree by a walker, one trying to bite him on his neck as he fought it off and one coming at him.

You yanked your arm away from Mitch. "Y/n!" He yelled, running after you as you ran towards Louis.

The walker grabbed Louis' arm, trying to bite him until you kicked him off, the walker somehow managing to scratch a jagged line across your arm.

You pulled Louis out of the walker's grasp, stabbing it in the head as Louis looked at you relieved. The relief soon turned ro horror when he saw the bites and scratches.

He may have known but he didn't want to see you in pain.

"Shit, are you okay?" Be asked, grabbing your arm as you weakly nodded your head. 

"No, you're not okay! We have to get you back! Now!" Mitch demanded, grabbing your arm and throwing it over his shoulder as you limped on your ankle.

Louis nodded, Clem and Vi running back over as they finished off the rest. "What happened?!" Vi asked, frantic as she saw th bites on your arm.

"Holy hell…" Clem trailed off, Louis and Mitch rushing you back to the school as your conscience began to abandon you.

All you saw was blurs, Louis yelling as Mitch called over for Ruby. Ruby's face in front of you was the last thing you saw before passing out from shock.

                                  …

When you woke up you saw the top bunk above you, groaning in pain as you sat up and threw your legs over the side of the bed.

You looked down, seeing the bandage over your ankle as you checked it. Yeah, the bite seemed pretty deep but clean as of now.

'So…what now?' You looked around the room, your hearing clearing up enough to hear the muffled yelling outside your door.

"They're gonna be fine!" You heard Louis yell. "How are they gonna be fine, Louis?! They were scratched and bit!" Ruby asked, her voice confused and yet scared at the same time for you.

"They've been been before-"

"What?" Clem cut in, shocked as she learned about this. "Yeah! And they were fine, Ruby saw it! It was scarred over!"

"It was probably a dog bite." Vi's voice was heard, sorta small but loud at the same time. "Dog bites don't look like that." Clem stated, you winced as you knew she saw it too while you were out.

"Well, we're not killing them or making them leave." Your breath hitched, Mitch was outside there. "We can't just do nothing." Assim stated, you could already tell Mitch was in his face.

You were all he had left except for Willy. And he would be damned if they took his sibling away.

"No! Fuck you, Assim! Louis said they're gonna be fine. If it was you in there would you wanna just be thrown out by everyone you knew?!"

"I would rather leave instead so I wouldn't hurt anyone when I turned!" Assim yelled back, you knew how their arguments went. 

Both yelling, Mitch in his face as Assim poked his chest.

"They're not gonna turn!" Louis yelled, everyone arguing as Louis begged them not to kick you out. Mitch was straight up threatening people.

"Touch them and I'll fucking kill you!" He yelled, you sighed.

All this was because of you. Were they gonna make you leave? Kill you before when they thought you were gonna turn?

All you could do now was wait.

#louis twdg #twdg louis x reader #twdg louis #twdg clementine #mitch twdg #twdg violet #twdg x reader #twdg assim #twdg ruby #twdg imagine

[mirasantidotes]

It Ends With You - Chapter 2: "Hey there, darlin'"

(GIFs not mine.)

Read chapter 1 here. This cannot be read as a standalone.

Summary: After Joel talks to Tommy about you, he goes back to the bar the following night to strike up a conversation— hopefully to get to know you.

Character Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!oc

Content Warnings: soft!joel, flirty!joel, nothing bad ever happens at tommy's, eventual established relationship, hella slow burn, ellie making fun of joel, alcohol consumption, oc is referred to as you, cussing, mentions death of parents, the usual tlou traumatizing shit tbh

WC: 1.8K

Divider by: saradika

Joel's day was longer than it needed to be today. He's spent all his thoughts on how he should strike up a conversation with you. It had to be perfect. Tommy had warned him that you had a sort of roughness to you— but Joel desperately wanted to look past that. He wanted to make a good impression on you. He worked his mind all day on you while doing some work around town for Tommy. But Tommy was right; you did have rough edges— more than most, dare you say. You had a lot of shit you went through growing up; you grew up during a pandemic, for fucks sake. You lost your mom when you were a kid, and you only had your dad to take care of you until he inevitably got shot in the head in front of you by a couple of raiders who were trying to steal your belongings.

You not wanting to let people in was the understatement of the century. You're scared they're going to get hurt because of you. Despite this, you did have a few friends— your bandmates. Even though they were your friends, you have trouble letting them get too close and personal with your feelings and thoughts. You don't mean to come off as cold or rude, but in this world, in this time? It's what keeps you alive. You can't let people in too close anymore, not with the way people will walk right over you for just about any reason nowadays.

You went to Jackson because you wanted to escape that. You were tired of running away from everyone. You always wanted to settle down somewhere to call home, but once you got to Jackson, even though most people were friendly to you, you still had a hard time letting go of the past behaviors you've spent your whole life developing. You've grown used to being alone— pushing people away— and pushing your own emotions out the window so far so that you make yourself believe they don't exist, but oh, they do. Every time they come up, it's like someone took a giant bag of bricks and swung it right at your body, breaking every bone possible and stomping on your heart until it's shattered. That's why you didn't let people in. Afraid everyone you let close would do that if they knew how much of a heartbroken woman you've grown to become.

You want Jackson to be different— you know you're safe here and that you don't have to worry about raiders or the infected anymore, but you haven't quite met the person who makes you willing enough to push past that wall of emotions you've been slowly building up all these years. You can fend for yourself— hell, you've done it your whole life, even before everything happened. You need someone who won't hold you back from what you know you're capable of.

—

Joel finally managed to finish the work his younger brother put him up to— and holy hell, was he tired. Evening came, and he managed to slowly but surely walk his exhausted body to the bar, just hoping that he would see you there.

As usual, on weekdays, you would pack up your guitar and meet your bandmates at the bar to play some old-timey music that reminded you fondly of your father. He taught you how to play the guitar before the pandemic hit, and you never put it down after that. You worked hours every day learning your favorite songs, which were influenced mostly by your father.

You fondled the bracelet on your wrist as you walked into the back of the bar; 'Ness' was engraved on it— something your father managed to make a few months before his death. You cherished it like nothing else. You meet up with your friends, instruments in hand, as you walk up onto the stage. You begin your set list— your calloused fingers were already pained from the practice you've been doing all day in your 'home.' Could you even call it that if you felt so out of place in this town?

—

Whiskey being Joel's favorite, he ordered a few glasses from the same bartender as the previous night, gulping them down relatively fast. The liquid took its quick path into all the different crevices of his worn and pained body and slowly began to numb it, giving him a slight buzz of tipsiness. His gaze occasionally drifted to you as your hand glided down the guitar's neck, pressing firmly against the strings as you strummed them with your other hand. Your focus never once drifted to him, though— you frankly had no idea who he was or even noticed he was there. You didn't notice anybody— why would you? You had yourself, and you didn't need anything more than that.

Finally, you managed to finish your set list for the night. Most people had left the bar by now to sleep for the night. Your throat was sore and dry from the singing, and your fingers stung like hell— they felt like they were about to fall right off your hand. You opted to sit down at the now relatively empty bar, trying to get comfortable on the old wooden stools. You couldn't even get your first drink up to your mouth to sip before someone settled into the stool right next to yours. “Hey there, darlin',” you hear the man speak, “Ness, right?”

You didn't like when people called you Ness— it was something that only the people you chose were allowed to call you. Specifically, your father— so who the hell was this old man calling you by your nickname like you two were buddies? “It's Vanessa,” you say bluntly, sitting down the glass of alcohol you still haven't gotten the chance to sip from yet. You look over to look at the man— his scruffy beard and mustache with his salt and pepper locks, paired nicely with brown eyes— you couldn't deny he was attractive, but you had absolutely zero time for thinking some middle-aged man was cute by any means.

The man nods, “The name's Joel,” he says, looking at you with his own glass of alcohol in his hand. You stare at the man, waiting for him to continue, “I'm new 'round here,” he finishes, pursing his lips in the sense of heavy awkwardness in the air. His southern drawl was heavy from the alcohol, and his face was not too far from your own, and you could smell the alcohol radiating off his body. This man has got to just be some drunk, right?

“Welcome to the town, I guess,” you say, looking away from him before lifting your glass to take a sip. The liquid coats your raw throat, making it sting just for a quick moment.

“Thank you, darlin',” Joel says, taking a sip from his own glass. “I was wonderin' if I could get to know ya?”

Get to know you? Who the hell is this guy? You question the man ‘why’ candidly, not looking at him, instead swirling the drink around the glass you're holding.

“Well, I— I saw you up there the other night, 'n I just wanted to talk to ya,” he says, looking down at his glass before sitting it on the bar the two of you were leaning on.

“So, you saw me the other night and came back again just to talk to me?” You question him, raising your eyebrow slightly. “You're damn determined. I'll give you that.”

He chuckles, “What can I say, darlin'? You're one of the prettiest girls in this town,” he says cheekily with a smirk as he takes another swig of his drink.

You scoff at his comment, “Fine, get to know me then,” you say before you take another sip of your drink, copying him. Little did you know, that one sentence would set you into motion for one hell of a ride with the new man in town— and you'd know soon enough just what you got yourself into. The two of you speak for the next couple of hours, and though you would still reply quite bluntly, you can't help but feel a tiny bit warm inside at how kind the man seemed to be— he was polite with his questions and didn't make you answer anything you didn't feel comfortable answering.

—

Before you knew it, the bartender kicked the two of you out of the bar so she could go home, leaving you standing awkwardly in the summer night's chilly weather. “I guess I'll see you 'round then, darlin',” he says, turning to you.

“Guess so, Joel,” you purse your lips as you look down at your feet and make them play with the ground below you. The two of you say your goodnights to each other before you both turn to walk to your houses, only to go in the same direction. “Your house this way too, or you just that hooked?” you jokingly question him as he walks beside you, making him chuckle before nodding.

“Yeah, my house is down this way too,” he says, looking over at you. 

Joel had decided to walk you to your house, only to get there and realize his house was across the street. “This is my house,” you say plainly, stopping in front of your porch and crossing your arms across your chest.

Joel nods before looking over his shoulder and back to you, “Mine's right across there, actually,” he says calmly. You groan internally; you'll actually have to see this man more often than your cold heart wanted to. You nod before telling him goodnight once more and turning on your heel to walk inside, leaving Joel standing there.

—

Joel watches you walk inside your house before turning back and making a beeline to his own house, arm crossed across his broad chest the whole way. Tommy wasn't kidding; you did have an attitude problem. Joel only hopes to be able to break past that rough exterior to see the sunshine in you he knows is there. He just has to figure out how— and he's damn determined.

He walks inside his house, Ellie's sudden voice startling him, “You meet someone, old man?” she says, laughing lightly.

Joel grumbles as he kicks off his worn boots, “That's none of your concern, kid,” he replies, pointing at Ellie as he gives her a stern look, accentuating his southern drawl. Ellie lets out a small laugh at the grump of an old man she's living with as he walks himself upstairs.

Joel had just lost Tess, and it was hard— really hard, on not only him but Ellie too. Were you somebody who could heal Joel's brittle heart with your lost sunshine?

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #pedropascal fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #joel miller pedro pascal #joel miller x fem!oc #joel miller x oc #it ends with you fanfic

[certified-boyliker]

02. Candy Store

cw: bullying, assaulting

wc: 1.2k

It had been about three weeks after Isagi adopted you in your group, and your experience at school immediately improved. No one shoved you against the wall, Karasu and Otoya didn’t harass you anymore. 

It was paradise.

Another thing you started hearing after joining them was the talk of parties. Specifically, one that was occurring at Karasu’s house in a few days. 

“Hey, Isagi, I thought of something funny…” 

“Ugh, what is it, Chigiri?”

You saw Chigiri pull an annoyed Isagi closer and whispered something into his ear. Isagi’s face slowly changed into a smile. 

“Oh really?”

“Mhm!”

“Well then… hey, (Y/N).”

You turned to Isagi, cocking your head slightly. “Yeah?”

“I was wondering… we were thinking of playing a little prank on someone. By putting a letter in their locker, making them think that Karasu invited them to his party.”

As the paper was set in front of you and a pen was handed to you, couldn’t help but think for a moment that this was wrong. That it was wrong and that you shouldn’t forge that note. That it would hurt that someone’s feelings when they found out that the letter wasn’t genuine. That you would become the person that you condemned the most in your high school career. However, you felt the pen moving, and you forged Karasu’s handwriting almost perfectly. 

“Oh, this is perfect!” Isagi picked up the letter. “Oh, Hiori is going to fall for this so easily.”

That name… Hiori! You quickly stood up and rushed after Isagi, grabbing the note from his hand, making him turn back and glare at you.

“Hey, what’s your damage?” He snatched the note back from your hand, and you reached to grab it, but he passed it off to Bachira.

“You can’t- Hiori’s feelings will be hurt!” You tried to grab it from Bachira, but he slipped it to Chigiri, who held it away from you whilst pushing you back.

“Uh, yeah.” Isagi crossed his arms. “That’s the fucking point. I hope his feelings will be hurt, so that he realizes that Karasu has never and will never like him.”

“No!” You tried to push past Chigiri, but when you did, he had passed the note back to Isagi and slipped it into a locker.

“Oops. Sorry, my hand slipped.”

Your hands slammed against the locker and you couldn’t help but sigh. You aided in a bullying. You aided in the bullying of your friend. You aided in the bullying of you best friend.

“Goddamn, what’s the fucking problem?!” Isagi grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away from the lockers.

You shoved his hands off of you when you were brought out of your stupor. “Listen- that was not cool! Hiori’s my friend, and-”

“And now you’re our friend! And to us, that quiet nerd is useless to you and to the school as a whole! He should honestly just get out of here.”

“You’re such a jackass!”

Isagi looked at you, and crossed his arms again with a chuckle. “I’m sorry… didn’t you come to us? Right now, are we really gonna have a problem? You’ve really made some friends, why, now, are you pulling on my dick?” He got closer to you. “You know, I’d normally cuss you out and denounce you in front of everyone. But… let’s just say I’m feeling nice right now. So let me give you some advice, bitch.”

Chigiri and Bachira chuckled behind him and Isagi turned to give them a look. You felt crowded, and like you were about to die. 

“Listen… what we do is just fun. It’s fun and there’s nothing you can do to take that away. I like doing big, grown-up things, you know. But… you could stay doing little kid things with that tiny loser.”

You got pushed up against the wall by him and he glowered at you. 

“Come on… I know you’re desperate to finally do something that excites you, right? So.. ditch Hiori, hang out with us, and you’ll finally be able to do exciting things.”

You looked down at the ground and thought for a moment. All of the things that Isagi said would be at the party did sound pretty fun… and you know Hiori would never be up for it if you asked him.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

Isagi, Bachira, and Chigiri backed away from you, and saw Hiori running over to you. You saw the note clutched in his hand and his eyes were bright. You sucked in a breath, dreading what he was about to say next.

“Look! Karasu wrote me a note invitin’ me to his party! He’s been thinkin’ about me this entire time, I knew it!”

You should tell him, you really should. You should just say, “Hey, Hiori, they put that note in your locker! Let’s get out of here!” or “Hey, maybe we could just rent Ready Player One again and rewatch it on the night of the party!”. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t bear to see his crestfallen face. 

“Well… isn’t that exciting?”

You watched him walk away, muttering about what he should bring and what he should wear. An arm wrapped around your shoulders and upon turning around, you saw it was Chigiri.

“See, you-”

“Shut up, Chigiri!”

He was shoved off of you, and Isagi replaced him. You couldn’t help but think there was a bit of infighting when it came to this “friend” group.

“So… what do you say? Us… or him?”

You looked at your hands. Your hands that forged that note, the hands that lied to your friend, the hands that will hurt your friend. Your hands. 

“Fine… yeah… I’ll… I’m still friends with you guys.”

“And you won’t tell him about the note?”

“As long as I live.”

Isagi smiled at you, and patted your shoulder. “Good.”

You gave him a fake smile as he walked away, and when he was gone, you slumped down and groaned to yourself. 

“You shouldn’t just do everything they say, you know.”

You turned to whoever said that, and saw a boy standing beside you. He had black hair that covered part of his face, thought he wasn’t looking at you. Just standing beside you, holding some of his textbooks.

“Sorry?”

“You’re not an evil person. You need to keep your soul good. One of the few good souls in this world…” He mused to himself, turning to look at the ceiling. “We're all born marked for evil.” He began to walk away.

“Hey, don’t quote Baudelaire and then walk away.” You turned fully to look at him. “Hey, you didn’t give me your name.”

“Didn’t hand it to you.” He simply said, continuing to walk away.

Nearby, Karasu and Otoya were watching you two talking. Otoya snickered and bumped his shoulder with Karasu.

“Look at Mr. Emo-Kid.”

“Yeah, and he’s gettin’ (Y/N) with that lame delinquent act. Wanna go teach ‘im a lesson?”

“Always.” 

They walked over to where the boy was walking to and Otoya smacked the textbooks out of his hands. 

“Hey there, Mr. Emo Delinquent. Your boyfriend gonna pick those up for you.”

Karasu smacked the back of the boy’s head. “Don’t remember this school lettin’ in bitches like yerself.”

The boy knelt down and began picking up his textbooks. “They have an influx of jackasses, though…”

“The fuck did you say?!”

Karasu grabbed his arms and  pulled him up, and Otoya was about to take a swing at him, but the boy quickly pulled away and grabbed his wrist, punching him instead. Instinctively, you backed away and watched a crowd forming around the boys as they fought each other. 

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[first-edition]

Not Yours.

Aemond Targaryen x reader. 

Around the castle you smile and the sun shines, you give a hug to a servant and thier day is made. You’re always happy and kind no matter what but the day after your wedding something so precious is taken from you that your world goes dark and your husband Aemond takes notice. 

CW- suggestions of NONCON, sexual harassment prince aegon forcing himself onto you. Cussing, 18 + language and topics

THIS IS A DRABBLE SO NO EDITING OR PROOF READING WILL BE DONE

Your wedding with the love of your life and prince Aemond Targaryen was the best thing that could ever happen to you. You were able to give him all of you on your wedding night and he cherished every moment you spent under the sheets with him. He forced all the servants and staff to remain away from his quarters not wanting anyone but him so see your body your mind, your soul, only him, you royal husband, was allowed to feel you, see you, be with you. 

He looks forward to waking up to your smiling face and growling skin every morning, making him happy for the rest of his days. You are known throughout the castle your presence always being known. Your smile making the heavens open up to you, your kindness spreading. Aemond made sure to spend the entire day after with his lady wife. Sitting under a tree with you, walk-in through the great hall, spending time with you in the corner room sewing along with his mother and sister. 

Everyone knows how much he adores you and how happy you make each other. But as soon as your happiness showed it was also taken from you. You had your wedding and spent the night with aemond and the day after but night fell and you disappeared. Only to be found by a servant girl in the pouring rain.

Aemond and the kings guard had been searching for you till 3 am. You were found out side the walls of the kingdom your dress ripped and exposing your skin as the rags hung off you. You were bruised and had scratches all over. Your once done up white hair was now out of order falling down your back. 

Aemond immedetly runs to your broken state through the pouring rain as you stumble twords him. There to witness it all is his brother and your brothers, aegon, jace and Luke. You collapse in his arms as he reaches you no longer being able to stand. 

“What happened?!” He asks you holding you in his arms. You shiver violently he picks you up. Hurrying to get back into the palace. 

Once dry and wounds tended to your ladies in waiting dress you. Aemond refuses to leave as they do this he notices the marks placed on your body. And how uncomfortable you are with your ladies are touching you.

“Stop!” He orders. 

They move away from you he goes to your side.

“please my love tell me what happened?” He pleas. You look up at him concern written all over his face. your break down sobbing into his arms he pulls you into him kissing your head. 

“you have brushing on your thighs ribs and breasts please…who hurt you. What did they do.” he says 

“h-he tried to kill me…h-he.. he s-said that marrying you w-was a mistake.” You say.

“who? Who said this.” He now demands hating your pain.  “it wasn’t my fault please husband I didn’t mean to.” You sob falling to you knees he holds you as you kneel he kneels on the floor with you. 

“y/n.” He says lifting your head to look at him. 

“prince a-aegon.” Aemond is suddenly filled with rage and hate for his own brother the looks he gave you both at your wedding. The walk out at the first dance. And now this. He’s always been fond of you even being bethrothed to you before aemond swooped you up to become his. 

“please my prince husband i b-beg of you.. I didn’t mean anything by it- i-i-i didn’t mean for subduction.” You sob. As he holds your face in his hands. 

“NO! You my love did nothing wrong! He convinced you of your doing! Do you understand by gods you did nothing wrong!” Aemond raises his voice making sure you knew that it wasn’t your fault. 

“did he touch you..did, Fuck, Did he bed you!?” His eye searing with hate for his brother you breaking into another sob nodding. You gets up walking out of the rom grabbing his sword on the way out. 

Walking viciously down the corridor he meets his brother and the others in the main hall. 

“YOU! YOU MANGY FUCKING MUTT YOU FUCKING DISGRACE! I WILL NOT HAVE YOU FRO A BROTHER!” Aemond yells swinging his sword. 

Aegon dodges and runs out aemond follows. Meeting his outside the rain still pouring down as they begin to get drenched. 

“I WILL HAVE YOUR FUCKING HEAD FOR THIS!” Aemond sword is held to his brothers neck drawing slight blood. 

“AEMOND STOP!” Alicent yells. “HE HURT Y/N BED HER! RAPED HER!” Aemond yells back to his mother. aegon smirks. “aegon is this true.” Rhaenyra asks. 

No answer is heard from the eldest brother. Just a snicker. Alicent in the pouring rain walks to her sons and beds down to aegon. 

“you are no son of mine.”