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[joshsjipple]

Baby, It's Cold Outside pt 1

JAKE KISZKA X FEMALE READER

Word Count: 4.1k

WARNINGS: 18+ graphic sexual content, angst (kinda an enemies to lovers), talk of blood, injury, pain from said injury, unprotected sex (cmon guys), praise kink, oral sex (f/m/rec), rough fingering, language, slaps like once, p in v, dom and sub (can go both ways), fluff etc etc.

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Spending Christmas in the freezing cold was not ideal, but then again, neither was being involved in a skiing accident. Could you even call it that? It was a pathetic story, really. You’ve never been one for sports or anything that required you to move at top speed while having to maintain balance, so when your mom asked you to ski with everyone today, you were dumbfounded. It was fun for a while–watching your parents attempt to take on the slopes. That feeling didn’t last long because sooner or later, you were reminded you didn’t come alone on this trip.

Your mother and Karen were best friends throughout high school and stayed in touch through adulthood. At least twice a year, both of your families would leave town together and embark on an adventure. You’d hoped they’d stop inviting you, or atleast stop inviting Karen’s kids, after you all graduated. That didn’t happen. In fact, it only made them extend the trip so they would have more time to spend more time with their grown kids.

Josh zooms by you, a high pitched inaudible scream leaving his mouth as he does so. You giggle and playfully roll your eyes. You never had a problem with Josh, besides the fact he could get a bit talkative. He was kind, patient, and fun; the exact opposite of his twin brother, Jake. He, on the other hand, was snarky, rude, and dead silent. You’d tried to give him a chance for a few years, but he’d just end up ignoring your friendly gestures. Eventually, you stopped trying. You thought that was the end of it, but boy were you wrong. 

From that point on, Jake made it his lifelong goal to poke and prod at you. He knew what ticked you off by now and he put that to use the whole week you spent together. No one else heard it, but they all noticed the mean stares you’d give each other at the dinner table. Everyone seemed to stay out of it for the most part, sweeping it under the rug for the time being. Josh knew, but only because he was the one person you could stand on your trips. 

Now, perched on the top of a snow-covered hill, you stare down it. Josh’s long gone, joining the rest of the crew down at the bottom and of course, leaving you and Jake at the top. He slides in next to you, his sticks jabbing into the ground to help hold him in place. He’s wearing a giant coat with fur lining the hood, his face barely visible. Giant goggles sit on his nose, making his eyes unnoticeable. You look over at him, trying to figure out if he’s going or if you are.

“Are you just going to stand up here with your jaw dropped?” he asks cooly, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yes, actually. I was thinking about grabbing a flag and claiming it.” you reply plainly. 

Jake doesn’t respond, but he moves a step closer to you. “See that treeline?” he points to your right. “There’s a gap right there. Take it as a shortcut and surprise them from behind.”

You roll your eyes, shifting from side to side. “Yeah right.”

“Too scared?” he says in a baby voice, close enough to your ear that you could feel his breath if it weren’t for your ten layers of clothes.

“What? No!” you growl defensively, pushing him away from you.

“Prove it.” he bites.

Rolling your eyes, you push off the hill. Feeding off of Jake’s words, you lean left and you gradually slip through the path he was talking about. You hear him shout from behind you, but figuring it’s just him cheering, you continue. Over time, you pick up speed. You’re steadily moving down the path that seems to be getting narrower with every tree you pass. You hear another frantic shout and when you look to your left, you see Jake on the main path. He’s leaning to the left, desperately crawling to you. He shouts something, his fingers pointing to you. When you turn to see what has his attention, you’re too late.

A giant tree had grown right down the middle of the path. You scream as you cascade through the thick branches. Losing your footing, you begin to tumble, your body banging against the wood. From the force, your coat is ripped open, allowing a sharp branch to tear into the side of your torso. You scream, feeling the hot blood already trickling down your stomach. Once you’re past the tree, you roll a few more times before abruptly coming to a stop. Luckily, it snowed the night before so your landing is awfully comfortable.

You lay there for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. Lifting your head, you note that if you hadn’t been exactly where you were, you’d probably never be able to walk again. You hear a muffled voice, and when you see Jake moving towards you, your stomach begins to sting. Your hand immediately addresses the wound and you hiss through gritted teeth. Jake falls to your side, his hands frantically moving in the air as he tries to decide what to do.

“Are you okay?” he asks, a bit of concern in his voice.

“Jesus, do I look okay?” you growl.

He opens his mouth to speak but gets distracted by the voices of your families approaching. In record timing, your mother is by your side, cradling your head. Everyone’s talking around you and when your eyes find Josh, his eyebrows are drawn together. 

“Does anything else hurt?” your mother asks, her eyes wide.

“No, I’m fine.” you say. “It’s just a scratch.”

You’re right. It’s not like there’s a gaping hole in your abdomen, just a large scrape. Your face has some as well, and it stings when your mother cups your cheeks. As your parents discuss, you notice Josh and Jake talking just loud enough for you to hear.

“I literally just said to tell her to stay away from that path.” Josh scolds his brother.

“I know.” Jake replies through pursed lips.

“Someone needs to take her back up to the cabin.” Karen says from a few feet away.

“Jake will.” Josh says with a wide grin. “Isn’t that right?” Jake responds by shooting daggers at him, but reluctantly shakes his head in agreement.

“No. I will.” your mom says.

“Mom, you were having fun…” your voice trails off. “I’m sure Jake can make sure I get back okay.”

“Are you sure?” she asks. You nod and squeeze her hand. “Alright.”

She backs away from you and helps you to your feet. Your legs are sore and your body undeniably needs a reset, but you’re not paralyzed. You rest on your mother until Jake’s prepared enough to drag you up the hill. When she hands you over like a prized possession, you’re sure to put all of your weight on Jake. He curses under his breath and then waves your mother off. 

“This may be a bad time to mention it, but I love your perfume.” Jake says with a friendly smile.

“I heard you and Josh talking. And I’m not wearing any perfume.” you breathe loudly. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it. Since when do you ever listen to me?” he defends himself as he begins to haul you up the hill. 

“Doesn’t matter! Why would you tell me to do it?”

“Well at least you didn’t die.” he chirps.

“Shut up.”

———————

By the time the two of you reach the cabin, you’re both sweating. Jake collapses as soon as he steps up the stairs. You roll your eyes and step over him, your hand holding your clothes to stop the bleeding from your wound. Seen as your coats almost ripped to shreds, it takes you only a few minutes to strip into a single layer. Your shirt is torn at the seams, so you toss it in the trash can as you pad down the hallway to your room. 

Removing all your clothes, you examine the wound. It’s still fresh and blood oozes from out of it. Your head spins as you stare, your stomach queasy. Deciding you can’t take anymore, you resort to the last wanted option.

“Jake!” you shout loud enough he can hear it from outside. After a few moments you hear the door open and shut. “Grab the first aid kit and come here.”

In a few minutes, the handle on your door turns and Jake stumbles in. Your hand is pressed against the wound, your jaw clenched tightly. Jake’s steps falter as his eyes scan over you. His eyes smolder with intensity and widen slightly. Swallowing loudly, he runs his hand over the back of his head. You stare at him in confusion until you realize you’re in nothing but a bra and underwear.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” you snap.

“Y-you want me to help you with that?” he over enunciates the last word, making your eyes roll. 

“You did this Jake, not me.” you sneer and narrow your eyes. He blinks rapidly for a second, his eyes glued to the ground. “Jake. I’m gonna bleed out.”

“Sorry.” he mumbles, taking a seat next to you and opening the kit. “What do I need?”

“I think I should rinse the blood off first.” you say, hissing as you touch the scrape. “Wanna start the bath?”

Jake groans, but disappears to start the water. A few minutes later he returns and helps you to your feet. You take tentative steps, your head spinning. Once you reach the bathroom, you toy with the clasp of your bra. Jake shoots away from you, turning so he’s facing the wall.

“Oh grow up Jake.” you complain, cheeks as red as a tomato. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he remarks.

You remove your clothes and dip your leg into the water. As you slide the rest of the way in, your foot slips and you begin to fall. Jake’s hands grab your under arms and he gently lures you into the warm water. As soon as you’re submerged he steps away and once again, faces the wall.

“That was a quick save, are you sure you weren’t watching?” you joke, enjoying how nervous he is. 

“Nothing worth looking at.” he lets out a deep breath and turns to face the door.

“Really? Because Jake junior seems to disagree.”

“Call me when you’re done.” he yells from the hallway, making you laugh to yourself.

You spend the next eight minutes carefully scrubbing your wound. You pay a bit of attention to the ones on your arms and face, cleaning them so they won’t get infected. When you’re clean enough, you yell for Jake to return. When he doesn’t return in a few minutes, you curse and grab a towel. On your feet again, your legs tremble and you’re nauseous again. Stepping out of the tub, your knee gives out just enough to have you clinging onto the edge of the railing.

“Jacob Kiszka!” you yell again, eyes watering from the pressure on your wound.

“Jesus.” he says, grabbing your waist and helping you up straight. “I was coming.”

You smack his chest and push him off of you. When you’re all wrapped up in your towel, Jake helps you back to the room. He waits outside as you find underwear and a bra, and you smile to yourself when he peaks in every once in a while to ‘make sure you’re okay.’ You directed him to soak a gauze pad in saline solution, and when he returns, you’re waiting for him on your bed. His arm extends to you in an attempt to hand you the cloth. 

“No. I can’t look at it, I’ll be sick.” you tell him. “Just dab the area.”

He does as he’s told, his weight sinking the edge of the bed. His fingers carefully apply the cloth to your wound and you shudder under his touch. With a sheen of sweat on your face and tight muscles, you focus on Jake. His hands are skilled and callused from the many years he’s been playing guitar. His tongue sticks out from between his two lips, just enough for you to see. The hand that isn’t on your wound, sits on the mattress, brushing against your waist. You’re glad you have the excuse of an injury to hide your unsteady breathing.

“That should be fine, thanks.” you push his hand away. “Grab the gauze and tape.”

Standing to your feet again, you move in front of him. His legs spread open as you slip between them, your cheeks burn intensely. Placing gauze on your wound, you have Jake tape you up. His hands are gentle as they apply the tape across your body. His hands press it down, careful not to apply too much pressure that it will hurt any other scratches. He’s still seated as he works, and you spin so he can apply more on the front for support. Your hands are above your head holding your hair out of his face. He’s almost eye level with your bra, and you watch him do his best not to look. When he’s finished, he clears his throat and pats his legs. 

Neither of you move.

His chocolate brown eyes stare up at you, raking over your collarbone and shoulders. He licks his lips as you remove your hands from your hair, allowing it to fan out over your shoulders. His eyes engulf your body, absorbing your skin like he wants to drown in you. 

“Gonna apologize yet, Jakey?” you ask, running a finger along his jawline.

“In your dreams.” he scoffs, eyes still bleeding into yours.

“Not exactly what I imagine you doing in my dreams but it’ll suffice.”

You watch his lips part as he stands to his feet, grabbing your shoulders to move you so you’re in front of the bed. Hands gripping your shoulders, he lowers you to the ground. He’s firm, but still wary of your wound.

“Undo my belt.” he directs, thumbs stroking your chin.

“W-what?” you shudder. “My stomach-”

“You don’t suck dick with your stomach, do you?” he asks. When you don’t answer, he smirks and taps your shoulder. “Come on now.”

Without another word, you hastily undo his belt, tossing it to the side. Once his pants are unbuttoned, you pull them to his knees. You stare at him hard in his boxers, your mouth watering. In one swift tug, he’s free and bouncing in front of you. Your hand reaches for him, but he smacks it away and grabs a fistful of hair.

“Tongue.” he demands. You stick it out, flattening it so the tip of him can slide in. He hits the muscle a few times before sliding himself down your throat. You watch his eyes squeeze shut, chest heaving. He pulls out and removes his shirt, leaving the top of him bare. “Tap twice if you want to stop.”

Without giving you time to respond, he shoves himself down your throat. You gag immediately, your chest heaving. He snaps in and out of you, hands tucked into your hair. You concentrate on breathing as he fucks your face. Drool falls from the corner of your mouth and onto the floor, coating your knees. You watch Jake through teary eyes, his head thrown back and mouth wide open. 

“That’s my good girl. Your mouth is so much better at this than comebacks.” he groans, his cock twitching in your mouth. Your throat burns as tears stream down your face. “Fuck, gonna cum.”

A few seconds later, he released himself, coating the back of your throat. You gag viciously as you swallow him, his dick still stuffed down your throat. After he’s done, but pulls himself out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. Surprisingly, you’ve forgotten all about your injury.

After a minute of you collecting yourself, Jake grabs your arms and helps you to your feet. Your legs are wobbly from the uncomfortable kneeling position so you lean into his body. He holds you, hands working at the clasp of your bra. You help him, pulling the clothing off your chest entirely. He hums at the sight of you before cupping your cheeks in his hands. 

His thumb traces your lips and then wipes tears away from your eyes. You breathe loudly, still gathering yourself. His hands caress your jaw and then move to the back of your neck before trailing down the skin of your back. He’s mindful of where it hurts, and maps it out in his head to remember. 

A minute later, your eyes are finally able to find his. He smirks at you and the corner of your mouth twitches upwards. Hands wrapped around your head, thumb resting by your ear, he tugs you into a kiss. It’s soft at first as he tastes himself on your tongue, but slowly gets more heated. Your tongues dance, small whimpers exchanging between the two of you. You pull back to gasp for air, but Jake leans farther in, eyes closed with wet lips parted. You swallow his lips again, sinking into his touch. He trails warm, wet kisses across your chin and nibbles on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You smile as he kisses across your collar bones and in the space between your aching breasts. 

His hand settles on the small of your back while the other begins to push you onto the bed. He watches your facial expressions for any signs of pain, but the only pain you’re paying attention to is the throbbing between your legs. Once you’re fully flattened, he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, the other being occupied by one of his rough hands. He toys with your hardened nipples, swirling his tongue skillfully over the peak of it. He switches, repeating the same actions a few times before capturing your lips in another desperate kiss.

“Jake, I can’t have sex like this.” you admit through heated kisses. 

“We won’t. Just let me make this whole thing up to you, okay?” he breathes against your cheek, his fingers messing with the hem of your panties.

“Okay.” you give him permission and he slides down your body.

He kisses your stomach, hands fluttering over your skin. You shiver under his touch, your arousal pooling between your legs. When he reaches your heat, he plants a firm kiss on your clothed pussy, eyes never breaking away from yours. You moan, jaw hanging open. He slips the fabric off of your legs before spreading your thighs with his hand. Hovering above you, he stares into your core.

“Oh she’s pretty.” he licks his lips before laying flat on his stomach. Your heart thumps as you watch his finger drag through your folds. When your hips thrust up, he slips his hands under you and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Watch me.”

You position yourself on your elbows, watching his tongue dig into you. You pull back, a moan falling from your lips. He keeps his grip tight, pulling you back into his mouth. He absorbs you, sucking and twirling his tongue across your bundle of nerves. You’re sweating, breathing heavy as you snake your hands through his chestnut brown locks.

“Fuck, yes.” you whimper. “Feels so good, Jake.”

He pulls back, removing his hands from your ass. You begin to throw a fit, but he pauses that thought when he slides a digit into your entrance. Your eyes immediately roll in the back of your head. 

“Keep talking.” he directs. “And don’t move. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” he flashes you a smile that you ignore. 

His single finger moves in and out of you at a steady pace, but you’re aching for more. “Add another.” you tell him. He obliges quickly, adding a second finger into the mix. 

You arch your back at the feeling, his eyes laser focused on your reaction. Placing the palm of his hand on your lower abdomen, he holds you down against the sheets to keep you from moving. Then, his fingers pick up their pace, curling ferociously inside of you. A bunch of lude, pornographic sounds leave your mouth as you tremble around him.

“Fuck yes, Jake! Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop.” you beg.

The sound of his fingers working into you creates a wet sound through the whole cabin. Desperate to see his face right now, your eyes shoot open and find it. He’s sweating, tongue protruding from his lips like they were when he dabbed your wound earlier. He’s watching his fingers fuck you, encouraging himself quietly.

“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he asks. “Come on, pretty girl. Let it go.”

Your legs shake violently as your whole body explodes. Stars flash through your black eyelids, as your body releases. You’re withered underneath him, his name sounding like a prayer from your lips. It takes you a few moments to come out of it, but when you do, Jake’s fingers are in his mouth, sucking your arousal off of his digits. Crawling over you, he places each arm on either side of his head.

“Want a taste? You taste like honey.” he says, grabbing your lips. Your tongue swirls in his mouth, tasting your cum along with his saliva. Your fingers tug at his long hair, body arching against him. He pulls away quickly. “Woah there.”

“Jake it doesn’t hurt.” you tell him. He just stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “Jake! I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t feel it, please.”

“You’re gonna hate me tomorrow.” he groans, parting your legs and lining himself up.

“I hate you right now.” you hiss as he slips into you. Your hands claw at his back as he swiftly moves in and out of you. You curse his name, begging for more.

“What an odd thing to say when my cock is buried in your tight cunt.” he kisses the crown of your head. “God, like fucking velvet baby.”

“Fuck it, Jake. Fuck me like you hate me.” you plead.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He begins to pound into you, his strokes deep and rough. You cry his name as your skin slaps together, filling the room. One of your hands pulls at the roots of his hair, making him moan into your shoulder. Your other once, digs into his back. Your fingernails dig into his skin, hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn’t complain. His thrusts grow sloppy and his breaths are loud and aggressive.

“You gonna cum for me, Jake?” you ask in a sweet voice.

“You’re the one squeezing me. God, feels so fucking good.” he cries, reaching a hand between your two bodies. 

You gasp as his fingers make contact with your clit and begin to rub tight circles into it. You buck from under him, legs trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Jake keeps fucking you until you’re coming down from your high. Quickly, he removes himself from you and positions himself on your stomach.

“You look so pretty when you cum. Even prettier when you moan my name like that.” he grunts, fisting himself.

“Cum for me, be a good boy.” you urge him on. His eyebrows draw together as he shoots his ropes of cum across your stomach. You watch his mouth fall open, eyes clamped shut. “Yeah, baby.” you say as he finishes. 

He sits back on his heels, eyes on the ceiling as he breathes. You watch him, taking the time to admire the sheen of sweat across his body. He reaches a hand down and you take it. Carefully, you sit up and he pulls you into his arms. You both sit there in each other’s grasp, your breathing lulling the both of you. His cheek is resting on your head, yours glued to his chest. His hands rub your back, massaging it gently with his callused hands. After a few more moments, you pull away and lay on your back. He joins you, wrapping his arm under your neck for you to use as a pillow. 

“Are you okay?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah. Doesn’t even hurt.” you tell him, lying a bit. 

“At least when you walk funny tomorrow they won’t think anything of it.” you both share a laugh. “I’m really sorry, by the way. What I did was shitty and inexcusable.”

“Oh well.” you pat his chest. “At least now I know to never trust you again.”

“Hey.” he says, offendedly. 

“You’re gonna have to make it up to me.” you say, a finger tracing his jaw.

“How?” he questions.

“I have a few ideas in mind.”

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[drkmgs]

Tyler's Sibling

Wednesday Addams x Reader Galpin

Warning: injured arm, scar, pain, sibling issues...

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Remember this story? Yeah? It's been sitting in my drafts for months, and finally, I found a way to continue it. There are definitely more chapters to come, but I still have to empty my drafts...

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Kissing your brother's crush wasn't on your bucket list and if he finds out about it, he will give you hell. It's not like he hated you already. It was shocking news when he showed up today for his shift at the Weathervane. As for your luck, today is also Outreach day which means you will have Nevermore students to help out there. You thought your day couldn't get worse, but it did. Xavier Thorpe is assigned to help you out. Great. Now you're stuck with two imbeciles who despise each other and have an oddly obsession with Wednesday.

You were at the counter but you could feel the tension between the two guys and you weren't in the mood to stop them from attacking each other. You have probably more problems to deal with than them. You hear the Weathervane's door open and Wednesday Addams enters.

Xavier: I thought you were supposed to be at Pilgrim World.

Wednesday: I deserted it while my sanity was still intact.

Xavier: Oh yeah? You want a coffee? It’s one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment.

He tried to be smug and leaned against the counter, but Wednesday brushed him off.

Wednesday: I'm actually here for Tyler.

Xavier: I told you he was bad news.

Wednesday: Twice. But who I speak to is my business.

He's mood shifted and was no longer leaning on the counter. It was hard not to laugh at Xavier, but you had to keep your cool. You weren't eavesdropping, they were just talking loud enough for you to hear.

Tyler: You rang? Want the usual?

Wednesday: and some help. You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one from the 1600s? You know if it’s still around?

Tyler: What’s left is out in Cobham Woods, but it’s pretty much a ruin.

Wednesday: Show me.

Wednesday took a map out of her bag and lay it flat on the table next to them. Your brother hesitant pointed at the location, where the ruins might be.

Tyler: Uh…There, but, look, it’s kind of sketchy. Squatters and meth heads use that place as a crash pad. My dad has it cleared out every couple weeks. What’s this about?

Wednesday: Nothing.

Tyler: You’re becoming obsessed with this monster in the woods thing.

Wednesday: Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands? Thank you for the help.

She was about to leave when your brother offered his assistance.

Tyler: Hey, listen, the ruins are kind of tricky to find. I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at 2:00.

Seriously, you had enough of these shenanigans. You passed by them and clean some of the tables that were left unattended. You forgot about your scar and pulled up your sleeves to not get them dirty. Sure at this point, everyone's eyes were on you. Wednesday's eyebrows furrowed at the sight and were quick to stand beside you. You felt her cold hand against your wrist, just like your first encounter, but this time she didn't go into an epileptic state. However, she did stare at your scar and examined it. She's been so caught up with the investigation that she almost forgot the vision about you. She was snapped out of her thoughts when you pulled your arm away from her, pushed your sleeve back down, and continued to clean the rest of the table.

You ignored her, pushing the curiosity about the kiss back into your mind, and went to clean more tables. All three of them just followed your actions with their gaze and after a minute Wednesday was out of the caféhouse. You sighed heavily when you see her walk out from the Weathervane into the streets. You turn around to return the used coffee mug but was met with Xavier's face inches away from yours.

Y/N: The fuck, dude.

You lean back and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. You don't know if he trying to send you something telepathically or is searching for something on your face. You slightly pushed him away, so you could pass by him, but what he said made you stop on your tracks.

Xavier: Wednesday hates physical touch. You're the first person I've ever seen Wednesday touched. What did you do? Did you get powers overnight or what?

You turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

Y/N: Is this jealousy talking to me? Well, I am sorry that Ms. Wednesday Addams didn't pay attention to you and found my scar far ahead interesting than your lame-ass flirting. If I got powers overnight, you'll be the first one to know.

You left him with that and marched back behind the counter to get the cups cleaned. You were about to rinse them when your scar started to sting awfully painful. You dropped the cup which alerted Xavier who was still standing where you left him, that's when you realized your brother was nowhere to be seen. When did he sneak out? How did he sneak out? He's going to be in so much trouble, you thought, but that's for later on because you're almost on the ground hanging onto the sink to keep your composure, it didn't help with the pain dragging you down. You can see Xavier staring at you with worry and don't know what to do look.

Y/N: Help me sit on the ground, you imbecile!

You snapped at him for just standing there and not helping you to sit down, but you were glad to snap him out of his trance, and he gently helped you sit down on the ground. You cling onto your arm for dear life and prayed that the pain stops any minute now. Xavier can see your limped arm shaking and that you were in real pain.

Xavier: Shit. Don't you have any medication?

You shook your head, still clinging onto your arm, you almost banged your head against the wall, because of the pain. Then you both heard the door open and close.

:Mr. Thrope. Where's Tyler and Y/N?

You hear your father's voice and walk up to the counter. You were about to call him, but the pain beats you to it and you let out a painful groan. That's when you see him rushing past Xavier and sitting next to you. He pulled you in his arms and tried to console you.

Donovan: It's going to be alright. You're going to be fine. I have got you. Xavier, Where is Tyler for God's sake?!

Xavier was about to answer him. When your brother emerged from behind him with shock on his face. Xavier and Sheriff Galpin had their eyebrows furrowed at him. Sheriff Galpin was ready to curse the fuck out of him for leaving his sibling alone, but he felt you relaxed in his arms, and he knew you'll pass out for holding the pain for too long. Sheriff Galpin sighed.

Donovan: Tyler, you stay here until closing hours. I'm bringing Y/N home. Give me their coat.

Tyler passed him your coat. He put it over you to cover the unconscious you and carried you out of the caféhouse into his truck. This didn't go unnoticed by a Wednesday Addams, who was drenched in rain. She watched Sheriff Galpin drive away with furrowed eyebrows. As she enters the Weathervane, she finds Tyler and Xavier in a discussion.

Xavier: How can you not know what is happening to your sibling? Their arm was shaking uncontrollably and they passed out because of pain!

Tyler: Stop pestering me! I don't know what you're talking!

Wednesday: Y/N passed out? When was that?

Wednesday interjected their discussion. Xavier turned to her.

Xavier: You're drenched.

Wednesday: Answer my question.

Xavier: Uh like 10-15 minutes ago?

With that information, Wednesday left the Weathervane. She had a lot of questions in her mind and the only one who can answer them is you. The visions she had. You getting attacked by the same monster that saved her. You passed out while the monster showed up in front of her. Are you and this monster connected by any chance? She needs to know.

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[fandomsforpotterheads]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @dazedstarsstuff

Story:

heyy may i request prompt #4 &/or #29 with George weasley, I don't usually ask but I'm so starved of fanfics rn 😓 esp since it's valentines

Your house: Gryffindor

#4) “You should do that more often.”

#29) “Can I have a taste?”

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You and George Weasley were enjoying each other’s company on a Valentine’s Day date in Hogsmeade.

The Three Broomsticks was your favorite place to go and you make sure to always order a Butterbeer, a drink that was always in your favor, the one you favored most.

Believe it or not, George Weasley admitted to you on your first date that although he would have a drink of Butterbeer every once in a while, it was something he didn’t favor very much. George would get it only on rare occasions and you thought since it was Valentine’s Day, he would have it today. When he didn’t, it was surprising to you, but you didn’t hold him to it or give a hard time. On each trip to The Three Broomsticks, you always make you deliver yourselves to the empty table that sits in the back corner, the best seat in the house as what you would call it. The rest of the time was spent by talking about favorite memories you shared there before whilst making new ones and sharing a wonderful moment there, but as fast as that moment had come, it was gone in just in a matter of seconds. Interrupted by your least favorite person in Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy. It started when you were about to take a drink from your mug when George started asking if he could have some.

“Can I have a taste?” He asked, right as you brought the mug to your lips.

You smiled, of course he can.

“Of course,” you say, pushing it lightly over to his end.

George was adorable, you couldn’t resist a chuckle as you notice his cheeks had reddened when he asked you for a drink. It was almost as if he was asking you out for the first time, your first date together was when he asked you to the Yule Ball and the relationship increased in the best way possible from there.

Just as George was starting to take a drink, a cold chuckle came from not far away at a nearby table and was heard as you couldn’t refrain from turning to look and see who it belonged to, although you already knew. At this point, you give George instruction in a low tone of voice.

“Never mind them, let’s just pretend Malfoy isn’t here.” You say, George nods as he proceeds to take a drink.

Right as you were to start a conversation, that was interrupted by none other than Draco Malfoy.

“Hey (Y/n), can I have a taste, too?”

All you could really do was laugh it off and act like you heard nothing.

“It’s rude to ignore your people-“

“My people?!” You retort back.

“That’s right.”

It’s been so long since you’ve known someone had pushed all the right buttons to make you run over the edge of your limitations.

In just the right way, of course. Enough to unleash your dark side.

Malfoy was one of those people. The people from nowhere, he knew how to do it so well, so well in fact, that it’s enough to push buttons in the right ways. Like the other day in potions class, you were witnessing your professor placing blame on your partner and friend, Neville Longbottom for something you did. Why he wasn’t unleashing unnecessary insults at you was because you happened to be one of his favorite students, despite being a fellow Gryffindor. All of this over a stupid little mistake you’ve made while mixing your potions ingredients in your cauldron. No matter how much you protested against this highly false accusation, it wasn’t going to be looked at any other way as of now.

This was one of the things that George Weasley admired most about you, admiring the fact unlike most, you were more then willing to stand by the right thing and to actually follow through doing the right thing. In the heat of the moment, you take another swig from your mug as Malfoy continues on with never ending insults this time, attacking your relationship as being the girlfriend of George Weasley. What Malfoy was too gullible to pick up on was the fact that you could fight back just as hard if not harder while not. Just because you were a woman didn’t mean you had any strength at all.

“Shut up, Malfoy.” You snap, quickly stealing the mug out of George’s reach and taking another swig of it as Malfoy continues on with never ending list of insults.

Malfoy turns to George, then back to you.

“You can do better, you know? Much better then this pathetic Weasley (Y/n). Dump him and go out with me, instead.”

George looks away from you, clearly embarrassed.

“I really couldn’t, I really would appreciate if you stop attacking us like this.” You say.

“I beg to differ.

You could no longer hold back, and as if on cue, you spit the Butterbeer you were holding in your mouth towards Malfoy.

Both you and George watch in amusement as Malfoy drives away quickly to avoid getting hit, but alas, was unsuccessful. You then watch as Malfoy’s eyes turned dark as you’ve ever seen with pure hate and rage. Before deciding that was crossing the line, you also witness Malfoy wipe off the liquid off of where it landed on his skin.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Malfoy lowered his growling tone.

“I can.” You shot back.

Upon saying that, you just roll your eyes as Malfoy retreats, but not without another of his famous saying.

“Just wait until my father hears about this, (L/n)!”

“Believe me, Malfoy. I will be waiting.”

You whip back around as you couldn’t resist a chuckle, while hearing scattered applauding started by George Weasley.

“You should do that more often!” George comments.

Upon hearing that, you then turn away from shyness.

All you knew was that you have never been so much in love with anyone else then you were now with George Weasley. George winks before pulling you know for a kiss when you turn back around.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, George. I love you.”

“I love you more, (Y/n).”

George pulls you in for another kiss.

***

@fandomsforpotterheads

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[luvwoniez]

[1:27pm] park jisung - the oh moment

You'd known Park Jisung all your life. You'd practically been raised with him - your mothers having been best friends from high school and all the way through motherhood. Not to mention the fact that you both lived right next to each other.

You were there through each other's worst and best moments among other milestones. According to your parents, your first word had been Jisung's name - a babble of what sounded like "Ji" leaving your mouth caught on tape. When you were two, Jisung took his first step; you followed suit after seeing him hoist himself up by grabbing the edge of the coffee table before attempting to walk (then failing miserably moments later, causing him to cry). Your moms even made sure that you two would attend the same school, which meant that you two had to take a picture together every first day.

In elementary school, Jisung was known as a pretty quiet and shy kid; however, he got a suspension after punching another boy that made you cry. When he saved up his allowance, he asked you to go with him to the bookstore where he bought his first book about space. You spent hours drawing up what you thought aliens would look like on the back of his notebooks after class. Then on Sundays, you'd take turns going to each other's houses to watch cartoons.

It wasn't too far-fetched to say that Jisung and you were like two peas in a pod. The amount of time you'd spent with each other paved the way for your friendship, eventually becoming each other's best friends. No one understood you like Jisung did, and no one understood Jisung like you did. When you needed to rant, there was no one else better to rant to than him.

Like now.

"You don't understand, Ji! I am so sick and tired of the unnecessary romance in modern media," you groaned into your hands as you curled up on your couch. The show you two were watching had been paused after you realized that a love interest had been introduced into the story which held no actual relevance to the plot in your opinion.

Jisung had only hummed, watching you retract your legs that were originally resting on his lap. "Maybe they'll find some use for it somewhere." He shrugs, broad shoulders lifting up.

A part of your brain takes notice, threatening to add a queasiness to your stomach that you're not exactly familiar with. You push it aside, letting out a whine to distract you from completely acknowledging whatever it is that you're trying to ignore. "They better because this might be the fifth one I'm dropping in a row." You let out a frustrated sigh, abruptly standing up. "I'm going to the kitchen for snacks while it's paused. You want me to get you anything?"

"No, I'll go with."

Jisung followed you, lazily dragging his feet behind you. Out of habit, you opened the fridge first. "Ji, can you get the chips please?" The boy made no answer, but the creak of one of the cupboards lets you know he heard you. You took out a bottle of soda before turning around and placing it on one of the kitchen surfaces. Hearing Jisung still rummaging, you decided to grab cups for him and you.

Only this time, you realized that the cups were on a shelf you couldn't exactly reach. Your eyes squinted at them, feeling annoyance bubble up in your gut. Crossing your arms, you looked around - trying to find a chair or stool to use but ultimately failing. You were left with no choice but to stand on the tips of your toes, and you stretched an arm up as high as you could. Still, you couldn't reach it.

You tried again. This time, you hopped. You squeaked as your fingers barely made contact with the surface, which made you huff. You continued to stare down at the inanimate object for two seconds, debating on whether or not you should try clambering onto the kitchen counter to get it.

A gasp moves past your lips as you felt a presence behind you. You stood tense at the feeling of warmth on your back and the feeling of familiar fabric grazing your elbows. A large hand reached above you and took the item you were eyeing with no such strain. Your gaze followed it as it was set on the counter, and you could recognize whose hand it is that did your job for you.

You nervously swallow the spit that had unknowingly gathered within your mouth. Slowly, you craned your head up until you were met with Jisung's face. From your position, you could trace the shape of his jawline. His baby fat had long been gone - that you knew - but this was the first time you got a good look at him post-puberty.

His features remained relatively soft like the Jisung you'd always known, but the few changes like the sharpness of his jawline or the bob of his Adam's apple made you think twice if the person you were looking at was really your best friend. His eyes made contact with yours, and you sucked in a breath, too entranced by the way the air shifted.

Fuck, he looked good. Jisung looked so good.

His shoulders slouched, leaving you acutely aware of the compromising position you were in and the fact that his frame caged you in with no issue. "You should've called me for help," he said. You were already used to his deep voice, but it put butterflies in your stomach as you felt the vibrations of his chest by your cranium. Everything made your brain go fuzzy.

In your dazed state, you didn't have half a mind to register what you ended up blurting out. "Were you always this tall?"

Jisung chuckled, the tips of his mouth lifting into a smirk you've never seen him wear before. You blinked up at him innocently as a mischievous glint played behind his eyes.

"No, but I'm sure you've always been this cute."

Oh.

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[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Fuck buddies X

Warning: searing, drinking, smut Author note: it's a superrrrr long one! Not sure if there'll be a part 11 but I love this story so much so never say never!

It had been almost a month and a half since you last saw Colson. You keep replaying that night in your head over and over again. You desperately try to cling to anything about that night that can give you comfort. The way he kissed you, the way he spoke to you so softly, how he wanted to comfort you when you cried. You felt yourself going through the motions of your day, not really focusing on anything in particular. You’d get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, clean the dishes and go to bed. The weekends were for laundry, housework and grocery shopping. Being a two bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchen and just you living in it though, that hardly filled your day and you weren’t much of a chef so groceries were just the essentials.

You can feel yourself becoming more and more reclusive as the days go by. You haven’t really seen or spoken to any of your friends. Not because they’ve been ignoring you, it’s more you ignoring them. You’re not trying to be rude, you just don’t really feel like talking to anyone these days. Jacob has texted you a couple of times here and there but as your responses grew more and more blunt, his messages stopped coming. You’re trying to give yourself a clean break and even though that feels hard at times, you feel yourself growing more and more each day.

A knock on your door pulls you out of your robotic laundry folding. You’re not in a particular rush to answer it but you stand anyway. When you open the door, a very apprehensive pair of eyes are staring back at you. Ashleigh and Sophie share a look with each other that you pretend not to notice and then they each flash their largest, fakeest smiles. 

“We brought wine!” Sophie flashes the wine bottle in her hand and they push past you before you can protest. 

You grab your folded washing of the coffee table and place it all on your bed, shoving the half finished basket in your wardrobe. When you come back into the living room, Sophie is pouring wine into 2 glasses that Ashleigh is holding. She hands one to you before sitting on the couch and resting her feet on your coffee table.

“So, we have a proposition for you,” Sophie grins and your stomach immediately drops. She plonks herself down on the floor in front of your TV and straightens herself as a form of weird intimidation. “There’s a party tomorrow night–” she begins but you cut her off before she can continue.

“I have plans to…um do something,” you stutter out and they both roll their eyes at you.

“If you’re going to lie, at least make it sound convincing,” Ashleigh interjects.

“I just…I want to hang out with you guys, I really do, I just…I can’t face him, not yet,” you take a wobbling breath and slump yourself back against the couch cushion.

“We know everything. Rook told us. Most of it was bits and pieces that you’d told him and that…Colson told him but we think we have a fairly good understanding of what went down,” Sophie says and then drains her entire glass of wine. “We just don’t want you locking yourself away in the hopes that all your feelings will magically fade and you can stand to be around him again. That’s why when we say proposition, we actually mean kidnapping.”

You’re so mad at yourself for allowing them to drag you to this house and force you to ‘have a good time’. One thing you’re grateful for is that Colson is clearly avoiding you because you’ve been here for an hour and a half and you still haven’t seen him. The music is pumping, the liquor is following, everyone is talking, laughing and dancing and all you can do is wish you were home in the silence of your apartment. After a while, the noise and the overly drunk people begin to get on your nerves. You know you shouldn’t but you decide to sneak upstairs to the solace and quiet of one of the bedrooms. You contemplate sitting in Casie’s room, maybe find a good book to read until you can leave without anyone causing a fuss but you don’t want to invade her privacy like that. 

You spot Colson’s door at the end of the hallway and even though you want to be strong, you’re desperate for some kind of connection with him, even if it just means sitting on his bed for a few minutes, imagining he’s there with you. You know in a month, you’ve made a lot of progress. You don’t cry when you lay down to sleep at night anymore. Your chest doesn’t ache quite as much when you think about him. You don’t want to destroy all of that but you just need a moment to pretend the last few months haven’t happened.

You push the door open gently, checking to make sure the room is empty. When you’re sure the coast is clear, you step into the room, closing the door softly behind you. His room looks the same. Messy, manly and all Colson. There’s a few astrology books strewn across his bedside table, there’s writing paper on his bed and his black graphic acoustic guitar. There’s a bunch of scrunched up pieces of paper on the floor and all the lyrics are blacked out and destroyed. There’s half empty bottles of liquor everyone, empty coffee cups, empty pill bottles. The room is a mess and 100% Colson’s. His scent is everywhere. You can smell his cologne on every surface, the faint musk of weed. You sit on his bed, close your eyes and just soak it all in.

“Hey, Y/N, you in here?” there’s a knock and then the door begins to slowly open. 

You quickly jump off the bed just as Rook opens it fully. He smiles at you sympathetically and you feel like the biggest loser in the world.

“Hey, I was just…” you look around the room, not entirely sure what a good explanation for why you’re in Colson’s room would be. “Um needed to pee but all the other bathrooms were occupied.”

“Are you sure it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you looked completely fucking miserable downstairs?” he quirks an eyebrow at you and blush bright red.

“I came here under protest ok, I never promised anyone that I’d be happy while doing it.” Rook laughs and you slump back down onto the bed, throwing your body back so you can stare at the ceiling. “He hasn’t even come anywhere near me,” you whine and you feel so pathetic, it’s sickening.

“I think he honestly believes that’s what you want,” Rook lies next to you on the bed, resting his hands behind his head.

“In what possible universe would I want him to feel he can’t move freely around his own home?”

“What do you want?” Rook turns his head to look at you, a serious expression on his features.

“Oh Rookie, how much time do you have?” you take a deep breath and you finally admit the thing you’ve been trying to deny for so long. “I just want him to love me as deeply as I love him and as tragic as it is to admit, I would probably keep sleeping with him if it meant he’d stick around.”

“I guess neither of you are very good at reading the other person,” Rook shakes his head and you’re so thrown by his blunt tone that you have a million questions.

You lean up onto your elbow and stare down at Rook, ready to bombard him, but before you even say a word, the door swings open violently. You jump off the bed at the sound of it slamming into the wall behind it, almost coming off its hinges in the movement. Colson is staring you both down, eyeing your bewildered expression and Rook’s casual position on his bed. You look at Rook and he just looks at you and shrugs. You’re not really sure what the look on Colson’s face means. It is a weird twist between a smirk and rage.

“Well, well, well I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less,” he chuckles humorlessly. “I ignore you at my party so you thought you’d get back at me by fucking my best friend in my bed?” 

Your jaw drops and the blood drains from your face. You want to cry and smack him across his stupid face at the same time. Sure, it doesn’t exactly look great. You, lying in his bed, with Rook but you thought he knew you well enough to know that you’d never stoop to that level, no matter how much you thought it would get his attention. It’s more something he would do just to get his own way.

“Oh fuck off Kells,” Rook stands up and folds his arms across his chest. “That’s not what was going on and you know it.”

“Oh and how the fuck would I know it?” he scoffs, not taking his eyes off you.

“Because if she wanted to fuck me, she’d be naked and screaming my name right now as she came all over my dick,” Rook grins and Colson’s face drains of all colour and his stare shifts to Rook.

He steps forward, ready to take a swing but you quickly place your body between Rook and him. At last second, Colson drops his fist, his face filled with murderous contempt for his best friend. Your heart is pounding and the room is spinning. Why the fuck would Rook purposely goad him like that? It’s like he wanted to get his ass whooped.

“Colson, you know he didn’t mean it,” you try to soothe him but you know the sound of you defending Rook is definitely not helping the situation. 

“Get out of my fucking way, Y/N! I’m going to fucking kill him!” Colson screams in your face and you flinch away from the sound. He’s so close you can almost feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

You’re so grateful for the loud music right now because no one from the party can hear the commotion going on above them. The pure, unfiltered fury in Colson’s voice is so confusing to you right now. He was the one that accused the two of you in the first place, why would he care that Rook is just joining in on his twisted fantasy? It’s not like it would ever happen. You’ve never seen him that way, he’s alway only ever been a friend to you. Someone you confide in when you feel like you have no one else to talk to. He’s been one of the best friends you’ve ever had.

“Oh calm the fuck down man. Just tell her what you’ve been dying to tell her since the nightclub! Goddamn, I need a fucking drink. You two are not to leave this room until you grow the fuck up and talk to each other like adults.”

Rook pushes past you, not even fazed by the death stare Colson gives him as he leaves the bedroom. As soon as he leaves, Colson’s lips are on you and you’re so taken aback that for a second, you kiss him back. Suddenly you remember the promise you’d made to yourself that night he left your apartment for the last time. You will not be sucked in by him, no matter how hard he tries. You push him away and stumble back, creating some distance between your bodies, and he whimpers. Colson physically whimpers at the loss of your touch.

“I’m–I’m sorry, we can’t. I told you,” you hold a hand to your forehead as you try to regain some composure around him and catch your breath.

“No,” he says so simply but with so much assurance that you have to do a double take. He folds his arms across his chest and stares you down.

“What the fuck do you mean no?” you ask dumbfounded.

“I mean no,” he steps towards you and you step back until you’re literally pinned to the foot of his bed. “Just because you say it, doesn’t mean I have to go along with it. I want you and I’m not accepting your decision to end things.”

“What the fu–” he cuts you off by crashing his lips to yours again and you can’t actually comprehend what’s happening. He kisses down your neck, talking every few kisses against your skin.

“You’re saying no because you think that’s what you should say, it’s not actually what you want. You want me, I can feel it.” he holds his hand over your heart, feeling it pound against your ribcage. “Your body tells me exactly what you want and it’s me.” 

He kisses the pulse point on your neck and a moan escapes your lips. You don’t even try to shove him off you. You meant what you told Rook. If this is what it means to have Colson in your life, you’ll take it. Anything is better than the emptiness you’ve been sitting in for the past month.

“If you want me, you have to answer one question,” you sigh as he licks just below your ear drum.

“Anything,” he whispers in your ear.

“What have you been dying to tell me since the nightclub?”

Colson flinches away from you and is suddenly 10 feet away from you on the other side of the room. His cheeks are flushed and you can see all of his male glory begging to be released from his jeans. He’s panting so hard you can hear his breathing from where you stand.

“You said anything,” you defend yourself and he laughs. 

An actual, real Colson laugh. The laugh you love the sound of whenever you hear it. You know it means he’s truly happy and it always makes your heart swell to hear. He sits on the edge of his bed, pushing the papers and guitar away and pats the spot beside him. You sit next to him and he surprises you by grabbing your hand in his, lacing his fingers in yours.

“I really should’ve put a condition on that,” he jokes and you laugh half-heartedly. “Fuck it,” you brace yourself for the worst and you’re fighting so hard to just focus on exactly what he’s saying. “I’ve had…feelings for you for a…well a long time, I guess. It started way before we slept together. I was trying so hard to suppress it or pretend it didn’t exist but that night in your apartment, I just couldn’t help myself. I thought I’d messed it up by crossing that line and I panicked. When I got home, I was so fucking angry at myself that I just used the fuck buddy thing as a shitty bandaid to fix it.”

“I…I’m sorry but I just– I don’t know if I can believe you,” you let go of his hand and stand up, creating distance between you. You can see the hurt on his face but he doesn’t make any attempt to try and touch you. “That dinner you were so mean and after the way you’d acted already I just, I couldn’t believe how you were treating me, in front of everyone. Telling Carly about us was such a low blow.”

“I know, fuck I know. Seeing Jacob just drove me over the fucking edge and I know that is no excuse and if you let me, I will spend forever making it up to you.”

“Colson, we both know you’re only telling me this now because you don’t want to lose me as a friend or because you don’t want me telling people about how we’ve been secretly hooking up for almost a year.”

“I’m telling you this because you asked!” he’s on his feet now, completely ignoring the distance you tried so hard to create.

“I’d convinced myself that even though it wasn’t how I wanted things to be between us, at least it meant I’d get to touch you and kiss you. I had this fucking dumb idea in my head that there was never a chance in hell that a woman like you, could fall for a guy like me,” he rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably.“The more times we did it though, the harder it was becoming to not tell you how I felt. I got this genius idea that if I started coming over drunk, it’d help keep my mouth shut. It was so hard to push it all down because I don’t know if you’ve noticed but sex with you is like 10000 orgasms rolled into one.” 

You know in his own strange way, Colson is trying to compliment and you tell you how deep his feelings for you are all in one cheesy line. 

“After that last time when I let the voices in my head get to me and I ran like a fucking bitch. I watched you sleep and my mind just kept telling me that you deserve someone better. I knew that I’d finally gone and sabotaged the closest thing I had to an ‘intimate’ relationship. I should’ve just told you all of this when you told me on my birthday how you felt. I just– I wanted you to have better, that’s why I came over and tried to end things but you refused,” he smirks at you and suddenly how he acted early made sense. He was using your tactic against you and so help you god if it didn’t fucking work perfectly.

“I really liked that day with you,” you confess and he tilts his head in confusion. “That day that we spent in my apartment, just hanging out together. It was the best day I’ve had in a long time.” 

He reaches out and strokes your cheek, your eyes fluttering closed. He just stands there, stroking your cheek and you enjoy every second of it. There’s no words you need to share right this second. You have so many questions that you need answers to but for right now, you’re just enjoying being still. Having this chance to just stop and breathe for a second, the aching in your chest gone because Colson is here with you, you can think clearly for the first time in weeks.

“I had such a hard time just admitting how I felt. I didn’t want anyone to know. Rook knew bits and pieces but I don’t think he ever actually grasped my feelings for you, not completely anyway. In the restaurant that night, I spotted you from the moment we stepped in there and the only reason Rook and I were so deep in conversation was because we arguing about how badly I’d fucked up. Jacob being there just made me feel worse and worse about it and that’s why I lashed out. I wish I could go back to that night and tell Carly to shut the fuck up.”

“I wish I could go back to the night and punch her fucking lights out. Of all the women you could’ve picked…”

“Yeah, I know. She was always more of a headache than anything.”

He’s staring at you now, a question burning in his eyes. The scrutiny of his stare is so intense that you have to look away. You walk back to the bed and sit down but his eyes continue to watch you. You’re starting to feel self-conscious about why he’s staring and it’s raising your blood pressure so much you crack.

“Ok, just say what you want to say before you give me a brain aneurysm from the stress!” you yell at him, running your hands through your hair.

“I have no right to ask this, I know, and you can curse me out if you want to but I just need to know…Did you and him…sleep together?”

Suddenly you see that vulnerability that you were honestly starting to believe didn’t exist. He looks so unsure of himself, so insecure. You wonder if that’s how he’s seen you this past few weeks and that’s why it’s taken him so long to finally tell you how he feels. You want to quell his chaotic mind so you tell him exactly what happened when you left the restaurant. How kind Jacob was to you, how kind he was to Colson actually. He didn’t have to talk to you about him at all but he did. He wanted to show you exactly what Colson has just told you. You wonder if you should text him and tell him what Colson said but you push that thought away for now.

“Ok, good. I’m glad,” Colson chuckles and you give him a quizzical look. “I know this is a strange thing to confess but I have slept with someone since the first time we were together. I didn’t want to make you seem cheap by sleeping with other women. Like I said, you deserve better.”

You’re shocked to say the least. You can’t believe that all this time you thought he was still banging his way around LA and instead he’d been almost…faithful to you in some weird twisted way. You’d never talk about exclusivity when you worked out your ‘rules’. You feel bad for assuming that Colson would be like that but in your defense, up until 2 minutes ago, you didn’t know that Colson saw you as anything but a hook up. 

“I really want to kiss you right now,” you confess and the grin that lights up Colson’s face makes your chest warm and your heart literally skip a beat.

He steps towards you slowly, holding your face in his large hands. He leans down to you so steadily, grazing your lips gently at first. As your lips move against each other, the kiss becomes more intimate. Your lips part to allow Colson to slip his tongue in. Your hands begin to explore his body as your tongues war for control. He concedes and finally allows you to take the lead. You run your fingertips under his t-shirt, across his taut stomach and he shivers at your touch. You run your fingers along his hips, to his back where you lightly run your nails down his back. He moans into your mouth but quickly pulls away. You’re left breathless and slightly confused by his self-control.

“I want to wait, until everyone’s gone,” he nods his head towards the door and now you’re even more confused.

“Why?” you ask him, embarrassed at his rejection until he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Because I want to take my time with you,” he tells you and now it’s your turn to shiver.

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #tickets to my downfall #mgk imagine #ttmdf #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk x reader #mgk smut #mgk fanfic #colson baker smut #colson baker x reader #colsonbaker

[willowedwisteria]

Summary -> Lovestruck stares <33

Warnings -> NOT PROOFREAD

Featuring -> Itto, Heizou

Genre -> Fluff ofc what

Heizou From you:

Heizou was munching and relishing the fried chicken in his mouth when he caught you staring at him

At first, he was like, "You want this fried chicken don't you 🤨🤨"

Was conflicted between eating it all right in front of you for an amusing reaction or actually sharing it like a good person

It's not as if Heizou is a good person...

But he isn't a bad one either!!!

However, when Heizou actually offers you a part of his fried chicken, at least when he was about to raise his hands up to you, he noticed that... that...

HEARTSTOPPING SMILE ON YOUR FACE??!?!?!?!?!?

It was so relaxed, but at the same time, it made you look as if you were just... enjoying staring at him. The way your hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head to the side, and just grinning at him.

He planned to play a little prank on you, but it seems like the tables have been turned without you even knowing.

"...you want one?"

"Oh, oh! Yeah, thanks,"

The way you just forgot about the chicken after he passes it to you, and continues to gaze at him.

He can't solve the mystery, the mystery of why you have eyes that cause the butterflies in his stomach to multiply.

From him:

It was a really REALLY late night trying to solve this case that had been collecting dust for weeks now.

You had decided a long while ago that you wouldn't disturb him or interrupt him (despite the multiple times that he would strike up a conversation with you while you were reading your book)

It looked more as if you were working instead of him

Usually, he could figure out a case once he gathers all of the information in one place. However, he just can't solve this for some weird reason. It was something he just couldn't put his finger on.

Leaning back into his chair, his head thrown back as he mindlessly stares at the ceiling.

"(Name), I really can't crack this case open :((" He'll whine softly to you

Once he hears soft snores instead of your voice, Heizou will glance at you and the realization finally hits him. Your body was slumped over with your arms used as a cushion to rest your head.

Strolling over to you, he'll peer over your shoulder to see you trying to solve part of the case with him. You got a little distracted and started to doodle though...

Whether it was a stickman version of him holding your hand or multiple smiley faces adorning the piece of paper your body clamped against the table - it was all such an adorable sight.

A soft sigh escapes him, it was almost as if he could regain his energy just by being with you alone.

Sloppily picking up a pencil - vision a blur due to how exhausted his body was, Heizou finishes the other half of your heart and writes both of your initials inside of the heart.

Brushing through your hair before interlocking his fingers with yours, a silent "I love you" was passed to you as he continues to just gaze at your sleeping figure.

Once you wake up, you'll be surprised to see Heizou sleeping right next to you, mumbling in his own sleep your name the moment you try to move away.

Itto From you:

Practically bathing in your attention

Is not in the slightest bit embarrassed by it at all. In fact, he enjoys putting a smile on your face

During one of his performances, he watched as you continued to giggle and laugh at him, how you genuinely cheered for him during the performance and the way you were so invested in the story and looked out for his gang.

AND WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THE ARATAKI GANG WAS ITTO'S WINGMEN, I MEAN IT.

How could they miss it? How lovestruck you were with their boss was something that they couldn't ignore! You made their boss so happy too

Before the performance, I bet there was a lot of teasing going on.

"Oh, look who's here, it's (Name) boss!!"

"Really?!" Itto will peek his head out of the curtain to spot you in the crowd. "Then I have to look extra good tonight! We've gotta put on an AWESOME show for them!"

Cheeks brushed with pink, he won't be able to resist that boost in motivation and mood once he sees you.

"Boss! Boss! I heard (Name) was planning to give a kiss to their favorite performer." Stuff like that was being passed around like wildfire in the Arataki gang.

You had no idea what was going on backstage.

At the end of the performance, he'll just drop his props and just sprint to you. Picking you up by the waist and lifting you in the air, repetitively asking if he impressed you or not.

Once you finally let your feet touch the ground, you peck him on the cheek which gives him your answer.

Just peppers your face with kisses after that, no context or reason at all.

From him:

Poor Arataki Itto, bedridden with a stomach ache that feels like a punch to the gut.

How was he supposed to know that the bowl of food that you conveniently left out in the open - that you had asked him to take care of - had beans in them???

What a shame, he had so much planned for the day (no he didn't.)

Kuki should be taking care of his gang right now, but even he can feel the heartache and misery without him around. He can just sense their despair on his "death" bed.

The gang bought a few gifts for him to wish for a speedy recovery, but you didn't even allow him to touch them yet!! What do you mean a dancing cactus won't help him get better :((

You stroke his hair, running your fingers through his untidy hair. Honestly, you weren't used to seeing him without his usual perfect hair-do. Without his signature grin and outfit, he seemed like a completely different person.

"Jeez," your fingers brush against his cheek, "Please be more careful. I told you to take care of that can, not eat the whole thing..."

You turn your back to him, rummaging through bags to see where Kuki had left the medicine she bought recently.

Itto can't help but chuckle at you, taking such good care of him. He assumed you would be mad at him, but you're just worried for his well-being.

He really, really appreciates the time and effort you put into taking care of him. With how hyper he is, Itto feels like jumping out of bed and snuggling up against you - but you would definitely remind him that he needs to rest.

You really care so much for him. Just, wow.

While you reading the instructions Kuki left for you, you glance at Itto out of worry for him and realize he's staring at you. You blink once and try to focus your gaze on the sheet of paper, but the words become jumbled and incoherent.

Blinking again, you look at him with flushed cheeks. A pillow is suddenly pressed against his face for a second, "Go to sleep or something!"

That was a desperate attempt to hide how red your face probably was.

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[we-are-inevitable]

i rly fuckin love that restaurant au… pls speak on the javey of it all !! @jack-kellys

ohhh the javey of it all …. no but this javey slays.

at first, they like each other! they get along well, and davey doesn’t have any problems with jack. jack is efficient and cares about the quality of the food he’s putting out, which in turn makes david’s tips that much better, so their professional relationship is good. they don’t really know each other that well, but they respect each other. they both see each other busting ass to make sure the restaurant runs smoothly, and everything is good in the world.

but then david comes into work pissed off, and he snaps at jack for one of his appetizers taking too long and a table complaining about it, and all hell breaks loose. for the entirety of that shift, their snapping at each other, making snide remarks, and davey always mutters insults as he leaves the kitchen, because who the fuck does jack think he is? gordon fucking ramsay? appetizers don’t take that fucking long and jack should just get his head out of his ass and god, when davey is pissed, davey is pissed.

the animosity between them continues for three days. they’re both too prideful to admit that they were wrong, or apologize, and it all comes to a head when david is taking the trash out after a closing shift and jack just so happens to be outside chatting with some of the line cooks. when david is walking back to the restaurant from the dumpsters, jack sees him, and they make eye contact, and david could easily ignore him, but where’s the fun in that?

“You know, we have an entire restaurant to clean. Maybe you should stop the chitchat and get back in there with the rest of us and actually do something.”

“Oh, so cooking over two hundred meals today- that’s not doin’ somethin’? Cleaning an entire fucking kitchen ain’t doin’ somethin’? Kitchen closed thirty minutes ago, Jacobs. We’ve already done all of our shit. Maybe if you would do your fucking closing tasks early, you wouldn’t—“

“I just got my ass handed to me by a table for sweeping while they were in the dining room, asshat! I can’t fucking clean the bathrooms and keep track of three four tops! Not this late! You want me to start closing the restaurant early? Fucking fine. I’d like to see you buss a goddamn table.”

“What the fuck is your problem, huh? You’ve been nothin’ but a dick the past few days—“

“Oh, so I’m not allowed to be pissed off? Is that what you’re saying? You think you’re so goddamn important that you’re the only one allowed to have a problem with anyone else?! Listen, asshole, you’re not as perfect as you think you are. You think I need to put my ego in check?! That’s rich coming from— Mmph!“

long story short, the entire time they’ve been arguing like this, they’ve been moving closer and closer until they’re essentially chest to chest, and one minute they’re bickering and the next they’re making out with david pressed against the brick wall and jack holding him there.

that’s kind of their normal for a bit. they argue, they fight, they make out behind the restaurant when david takes the trash out and this ends up being the gateway into their relationship. it doesn’t last forever, maybe just a month or so before, surprise! they’re having deep talks in jack’s bed and falling head over ass in love with each other because, wooow, there’s actually a nice person buried under all of the dickish remarks and bitchy comments

from then on, there’s a shift in the arguments that they have in the kitchen. they’re more snarky than mean, and they flash a lot more smiles at each other; it’s clear to the two of them that they’re just messing around now, because that shift also made them communicate normally when something goes wrong. they don’t yell and scream at each other anymore, which kind of tips charlie off that there’s something going on.

they go as long as possible without disclosing their relationship, just because they know there might be some power imbalance allegations around the restaurant- jack is a seasoned chef here, after all, and david is the newest addition to the team (despite having more serving experience than most of the others on the waitstaff). when they finally tell charlie (only because he caught them riding to work together even though they live on opposite sides of town), it’s a little rocky at first but charlie knows that they’re professional enough to do what they need to do and not ruin it for everyone else.

their relationship is solid as a rock after telling charlie, though. sure, they have their differences, and arguments happen, but it’s nothing they can’t work through (and besides, their arguments lead to great makeout sessions, so it’s not that awful). everyone else finds out about the relationship about a month or so after charlie, and the rest is history!

jack and davey go from being the most annoying and bitchy enemies to being a solid team in the restaurant. obviously they don’t give each other special treatment on the job, but they work a lot better as a team, and that only gets better as david is promoted to the lead server position!!!

the restaurant closes on the day of their wedding bc so many people requested for that day off lmfao

#i love this javid so fucking much #daveys a bitch and jacks an asshole and they work so well together #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies #jac txt. #livesies #ask a jac ! #newsies musical #restaurant au #javid #javey

[bobaandasiandramas]

Here it is, chapter 4. I apologize in advance for any formating issues. Tumblr isn't working on my laptop so I am posting this from my phone. I'll find any mistakes when it decides to work again.

I also have to apologize for some edit mistakes in chapter 3. When I originally was writing this - reader was previously named Soo Min but then I changed it to a Reader story and apparently forgot to take out Soo Min a few times toward the middle of the chapter. That must have been a little confusing but also, no one pointed it out. I will continue with Reader having their own name that they may insert into this story. I will be more diligent in my editing - there isn’t much of this story that has been written in advance - just a few more scene ideas

Find Rest for Your Soul

Y/n is found unconscious by Hoseok and rescue owner, Sejin. Y/n is a mysterious Omega with no real memories and is trying to understand the warnings in her head. What or who is after her?

Alpha, Beta, Omega x F. Reader

Pairing: OT7 X F.Reader

Rating: M+

Trigger warning : y/n is described as extremely skinny, bruised and disgusted with her appearance.

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Jin placed the last plate on the table before calling everyone to come eat. The pack was quick, most waiting outside of the kitchen out of sheer hunger. Joon was still at the clinic taking care of the omega. The Beta was a little annoyed - he wanted his Alpha to come home and eat a delicious meal. The beta knew he’d have to go drop it off later. He was pleased that at least Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung were home in time for the meal.

The table was filled with life as Jin made sure everyone was filling their plates. He watched Jungkook chewing his chicken with a smile on his face. The youngest omega was giggling as he eavesdropped into the conversation that Taehyung and Jimin were having. When there was a small break in their conversation, Jungkook jumped in - enthusiastically telling a story about his day. While Taehyung and Jimin were listening, Jin could tell Jimin wasn’t completely there, his eyes would wander to the side as if a thought came to him and he couldn’t ignore it. The alpha did manage to nod his head at all the right parts and laugh when prompted to do so.

Jin couldn’t help but feel nosy. He wanted to know more about the female omega that seemed to rustle things up with his pack members. Jungkook had cried to him about the terrible state the female was in, Hoseok was on edge ever since he went out with Taehyung, even Tae doesn’t seem as relaxed. Namjoon wasn’t even home with them. Jimin was getting distracted and Yoongi seemed displeased about the whole situation. Jin had made up his mind - he was going to the clinic after dinner no matter what.

“Hoseok, did you find anything on your adventure with Taehyung?” Yoongi spoke suddenly, his eyes sharp on the other alpha.

The table grew quiet, everyone stopped moving their forks to their mouths and looked at the normally happy alpha. “I didn’t get to speak with Namjoon yet. However, it’s been asked. We found nothing but there was a moment where I felt like there was a heavy presence of death. I left Taehyung behind and sought out what it was. I was expecting terrible things, masses of dead bodies - but there was nothing and suddenly, it stopped.”

A chill ran over the table. None of them felt very comfortable with that. “I don’t know what it could have been but the feeling vanished so quickly.” Hoseok didn’t mean for the mood to go sour so he turned his attention to his fellow alpha. “Jimin, how was the female before you left?”

Jimin frowned more and stared at his plate. “It was going well, but then she got lost in her head again. Jinyoung was there. I was getting her to eat the bread Namjoon told me to get her when she got very defensive as Jinyoung told her she should slow down with her eating. She panicked and ate it quicker and ended up getting sick. I think from her anxiety and not the actual food. She stared at us like we weren’t the ones standing in front of her anymore - like we were monsters coming to hurt her.”

“I wonder what triggered that. I assume this means we truly believe that she was abused in her previous home.” Yoongi spoke.

“I think so. She was so terrified.” Jimin thought back to how he held her down so Jinyoung could sedate her, the tears that poured from her face and her scent turned sour and heavy - it still lingered in his head.

Jin sighed. “Do we know anything of actual value from this girl?”

Jimin felt defensive of her. “Well, she’s not exactly in the right state of mind to ask much. She’s mentally, physically and emotionally traumatized. I have never seen a ‘stray’ come in with the amount of damage as her.” He huffed, causing the Beta to bite his lip.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. Do you think Namjoon will be home soon?” Jin asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. He is a great doctor but sometimes commits too much to his patients. I feel he won’t be home for a few days at least.” Hoseok stated.

This reply caused the Beta to frown and let out a small whimper. “I want him home. I hate when he does this.”

Jungkook, being the most sensitive to others, jumped up from his chair and quickly went to Jin, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling into his neck. “He’ll come home soon Jinnie.”

Dinner continued with a dark cloud over them as they each wished their alpha was home with them.

***

Namjoon was pleased that she held down her food this time. As he took the now empty glass from her, he spoke softly to not frighten her. “Darlin’, did you want to get cleaned up? Maybe take a shower or a bath?”

The omega looked down at her body. Her dirt smudged skin made the once blinding white hospital gown a light gray color. She inspected her hands next - dirt was jammed under her nails and they were covered in scrapes and cuts. She could tell that someone tried to clean her up a little bit, maybe with a washcloth or sponge. She was suddenly hyper aware of how dirty her skin was and that her hair felt heavy and tangled. She looked up at the doctor and nodded her head. “I’d like that. Do I have to go outside?”

He was slightly thrown off by her question but shook his head. “No, we have a full bathroom here. Let me find Jinyoung, so he can help you around. I’ll be back in a little bit.” He was cautious to leave her alone but since it was dinner time maybe Jinyoung would be in the kitchens, right around the corner, grabbing a bite to eat.

________

As I sat on the bed, I looked around the room. There was a cabinet with medications locked up, a bookshelf with medical books and a rolling cart across the room from me. There was a small desk to the side of the room, on top I noticed a few notebooks and folders there. I happily jumped off the bed and scrambled over to the table. I opened the first notebook, but it was already written in and so I checked the next two. Thankfully the last one wasn’t written in yet. I found a pen sitting on the desk as well and grabbed both items and moved back to the bed.

Opening to the first page I wrote down the things I had filed away in my brain - finally ready to dump it all on the pages. ‘Three. Six. Hide. Escape. Right. One eight sev-’ I whimpered and crossed out the beginning of the word even and began to write again. ‘Nine. Keep moving! Don’t let them get you. Hoseok - Hey, can you hear me? Namjoon - Okay darlin, it was from the right. Jimin - You left them behind.’

I sighed in relief. I had so much I was holding onto I feared I would start to forget some of it. I placed the notebook and pen under my pillow for safe keepings. Hopefully no one would find it until I found a better spot for them. The door swung open and I turned my attention away from the pillow. I was pleasantly surprised to see Jimin walking in with another male behind him. I was so happy he was safe that I didn’t think twice before hopping off the bed. “Jimin!” I called his name in joy as I scrambled over to the edge of the bed, tucking my knees under me. “I was so worried!”

The male behind Jimin tensed up suddenly and I froze. Was he going to attack me? I curled into myself a little, bringing my knees out from under me and to my chest and whined. I looked over to the other male before dropping my gaze to the floor.

“Ah, it’s okay. This is Jin, he is in my pack.” Jimin spoke softly as he stepped forward, bringing his shoes into my view of sight. He moved slowly, reaching his hand out and touching my arm.

“I was so worried they got you and Jinyoung. Are you alright?” I looked him over for any injuries but didn’t see any.

“We just saw the doctor, he told me that you were concerned. Jinyoung and I are both completely safe and unharmed. Thank you for being concerned. Namjoon is taking a break to eat some dinner that Jin brought for him. He told us that you were looking to get cleaned up. Can I assist you to the washroom?”

I smiled at him. “I would very much like that.” I allowed my legs to drop from my arms and dangle off the side of the bed, swinging them twice before standing up. Unfortunately, I could feel my legs crumble and give out immediately as my feet hit the floor.

Jimin caught me before I hit the floor, even his packmate moved forward to grab a hold of me. “Easy there. You’re extremely weak, I’m sure the adrenaline that you were running on has finally run out.”

I nodded with a frown and steadied myself against the bed behind me.

Jimin called my name softly and offered his arm for support. "It's okay."

We moved slowly across the medical unit, Jin - who has yet to say anything to me, followed behind. I suppose to either help or just to keep an eye on us. We entered the small bathroom that was in the back of the room. Jimin had me stand next to the sink while he started running the water, testing the temperature frequently. Once satisfied with the temperature he turned toward me. "I think a bath would be best, so you can relax more." He plugged the tub, allowing the water to start rising. "Do you think you'll be okay, or do you need my help?" He asked, reaching his hand out and guiding me closer to the tub.

I looked at him and the other male. “I’ll be okay.”

The other male spun around toward a closet that was in the room. He pulled out two towels, a washcloth and a bar of soap. “Unnie, are you really okay alone?” He asked.

I felt my brain reach out and grab onto his words. They brought a sense of comfort and I felt myself relax just as I did with Jimin and his other pack members. I nodded my head. “Yes.”

“Jimin will find you some clothes to change into and I’ll be outside of the door if you need anything before he gets back.”

I blinked up at the male and then down at the clean towels in his hand. “Thank you, Jin.” I waited for the door to close before undressing. I climbed into the awaiting waters, the heat caused my skin to tingle and I could feel every cut on my body. Hissing gently I lowered myself down until I was most submerged.

I watched in amazement as the once clear water started to change, becoming murky as swirls of blood and dirt lifted from my skin. I grabbed a washcloth and made a grim face, knowing the pristine white cloth would never return to the original bright white it was. I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered the washcloth before scrubbing at my skin. I was satisfied to see my skin clear up from the grime.

Once my skin was clear enough, I drained the tub and allowed it to refill with clean water. I went over a few spots that were missed before placing the washcloth back on the ledge. I took a moment to relax and study my body. Bruises littered my arms, legs and torso. My ribs were visible and my stomach seemed to be sunken in a little bit. I felt disgusted with myself, I shook my wave of sadness and picked up the bottle of shampoo. I scrubbed my scalp, being careful of tender areas. Once I felt it was clean enough I started to drain the water from the tub and grabbed the extendable shower head before I rinsed my hair.

Once clean I found myself hooking the shower head back up and sitting on the floor of the tub, the water felt nice on my skin and I found myself relaxing and closing my eyes. I didn’t stay in there too much longer, my skin began to feel wrinkly from being in the water too long. I turned the water off and pulled myself out of the tub before wrapping myself in an extremely soft towel. I shuffled to the mirror and wiped the fog off the glass before looking at my reflection.

There were bags under my eyes, my cheeks matched my stomach - sunken in, my lips were chapped and over all looked and felt hideous. I was a monster in my own skin. I couldn’t help the overwhelming sadness and sunk to the ground. Tears filled my eyes, I know I didn’t always look like this. The room started shaking as I tried to pull in deep breaths of air. I could faintly hear a knock at the door but I ignored it. I was too busy trying to gather my broken pieces and put myself back together again.

‘He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club.’ The words of Call of the Wild flew across my brain, if Buck got stronger by learning to grow and adjust then maybe I could too. The door opened and footsteps rushed toward me, and I curled into myself hoping to avoid being struck anywhere sensitive.

My name was whispered softly as gentle hands touched my arms. “Are you okay?” The familiar voice was soothing to my ears as I looked up to find Jimin crouched in front of me and a worried looking Jin.

“I am fine.” I nodded my head as I answered. “Not broken, can’t be broken.”

The two of them exchanged looks before Jimin offered his hand to help me up. “Do you need help getting dressed?”

I shook my head and declined his offered hand. “No, I’ll be fine.”

Jin handed me a small pile of clothes. They were new, white pants and white t-shirt. “We will be outside if you need us, omega.” With those words they left the room, Jin giving me an uncertain glace while I stayed seated on the floor.

***

“I think I might have figured out why she’s so mentally unstable.” Namjoon stated over his cup of coffee. He was back in the medical unit with Sejin and Yoongi. The two of them looked over at him, suddenly interested in what he had to say. The patient at hand was resting comfortably with the help of a light sedative that he gave her. Her body needed rest, badly.

“The numbers she kept repeating over and over. It was one, eight and seven. They changed after I brought up the two deceased that were found. I was hoping she could give information on who they were but once I said they didn’t make it she repeated her number and counted up. The number is now one, eight, and nine. She said she counted them.” He paused and looked down at his cup as Sejin gasped.

“Are you saying…?” Sejin’s question trailed off as he looked over to the sleeping omega.

“I think she’s been counting the dead.”

“But we think they’re part of her pack. They had the same bracelets. No pack is that big. 189 pack members are dead? It can’t be that. Maybe she misunderstood.” Sejin was panicking, what did they get involved with?

“I don’t think it’s Pack. There would be news about a pack that large and if disease or something else was spreading through them then there would be more bodies around. Someone would have found them or a good alpha would bring their pack to a doctor.” Joon sighed. “Regardless, if she somehow saw that many died in front of her then it explains her mental situation a bit.

“I have a bad feeling about all of this.” Yoongi spoke as he walked closer to the female.

“I know you do Yoons. I’m gonna help her the best I can and hopefully she’ll be able to tell us more about her situation and why she is how she is.”

***

She was unhappy, they had been out there for hours with no sign of stopping soon. Her clothes clung to her in uncomfortable ways as the humidity increased. Her mind was racing with her chants, She felt a tickle on her forehead and wiped at it quickly, catching the drop of sweater before it fell into her eye. She looked back to see the other female looked like she was about to collapse from heat exhaustion. “Let’s stop here and rest for a few moments.” She suggested it to the male, who looked like he was the only one handling the heat well.

He nodded his head as he surveyed the two females. “Okay, just a few - I’m used to this but clearly you both aren’t.”

“Listen island boy, at least I’m normally built for speed - I’m just dying here.”

The male gave a gentle laugh at the female behind him before turning back to her. “How long do you think we’ve been out here?”

She felt herself ready to answer but the wrong numbers were rolling in her head. “Too long.”

They sat there for a few minutes before it hit them again. The eerie quietness that seemed to always catch up to them. “This is disturbing.” The other female whimpered.

She wanted to run, she wanted to hide, the feeling to let out a distress signal for alpha to protect her. She bit her lip.

A loud rumble interrupted their breathing, as dark clouds rolled over their heads. “Fuck, another storm?” The other female growled.

“We should move. Find better coverage.” The male sounded panicked now.

Before anyone could move the other female let out a pained cry and looked down at her arm. There was a new wound, fresh on her skin. Her eyes widened as she looked at her companions, intense pain filled her as she let out a yowl.

“Shit, move!” The male grabbed her arm and began to drag her away from the other female.

It was that exact moment that the sky released its fury on them. The rain pelted down, unforgivingly, drenching them to the bones in minutes. The winds kicked up, whipping tree branches and vines into their faces.

A terrifying yowl could be heard behind them. He pushed her forward. “I’ll distract her. Go, run.”

She whipped around to look at him. How could he do that? Why? They didn’t even know each other’s names.

“Keep moving! Don't let them get you!” He yelled before making noises, louder than needed and ran into another direction.

He was the only reason she might stand a chance. She felt tears swell in her eyes as she moved quickly forward, clinging onto his words as her reminder of him. ‘Keep moving! Don’t let them get you.’

***

He called her name softly as he shook her shoulders. “Sweetheart, please wake up. It’s okay - you’re safe now.”

She shot up in her bed and grabbed her chest, her heart beating a mile a minute. She was gasping for air as she looked to see who was with her.

The good doctor was speaking to her softly and behind him were two other males. One looked like a nervous wreck and he surveyed her and the other just stared as if trying to read her mind and see what she had just dreamed.

Her eyes snapped back to the doctor as he coaxed her to lay back down and pulled the covers back over her. “I promise you’re safe here. I’ll be with you the whole night, little omega.”

#Bts #OT7 x F. READER #namjoon x reader #Jimin x Reader #Jungkook X Reader #Jin x Reader #Yoongi x Reader #Hoseok x Reader #Taehyung x Reader #Find Rest for Your Soul

[skiiyoomin]

Hello!! Can I request a Enhypen, Niki x idol Fem!reader,

so the reader is also a idol, she's Niki's idol crush, and her group are doing a fanmeet, and so is enhypen, but at the place as enhypen, but there's not much space so enhypen had to sit next to the readers group, so the reader ended up sitting next to Niki, and as the reader was signing the fan's album and the line continued, so the next person in line was a guy, and Niki thought the guy was just a random fan but when the reader saw the guy she started tearing up, and started talking japanese with him (let's say the reader knows japanese) and she started crying and the guy was apologizing to her (but in Japanese) and the reader was crying really hard, and their conversation is all in Japanese so Niki understood it all... And the guy she the reader was talking to was actually her ex... (Lets say he was her ex before she became a traine and so something happened which led to their breakup) and when the guy was apologizing the reader went like "It's okay, I forgive you Riki" AHHHH her ex's name is Riki🫢 and Niki is just sitting beside her literally hearing this whole conversation😭 the reader was crying hard, that she had to excuse herself.

Sorry if this feels like I wrote the whole story but I'm just trying to say what I wanna request😭 sorry for this long explanation.

Context: Enhypen Niki x idol Fem!reader, idol Fem!reader meets her ex at a fanmeet. Btw her Ex has the same name as Niki, which is Riki.

Ignore this if you want tooooo

ofc!! it's definitely a very interesting idea! I hope you like it :)) tbh idk how to feel about what i wrote buttt i hope you still enjoy reading it, thank you for requesting!!

warnings: fem reader, idol reader, mix of fluff and slight angst? barely thol niki is a simp

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DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE!!

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Summary: When Enhypen and your group have a fan meet, you both end up in the same venue. With limited space, you end up sitting next to Enhypen, specifically Ni-ki. All goes well until a boy walks up to you, at first sight anyone would think he's a fan boy. However, when you start crying and have a conversation with him in japanese, Ni-ki, who couldn't help but eavesdrop, quickly found out what that boy was to you. Somehow, he found himself looking for you after you excused yourself, wanting to comfort you, bringing forth a new growing relationship.

Things to consider:

bold: speaking in japanese

italics: usual language

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A Chance | Riki Nishimura

The bright early sun blinked down on you as you stepped down the car, the rest of your members following close behind. You could hear the bustle of fans from behind the building where your fan meet would be held.

Naturally you were excited to interact up close with your fans. However the only difference from other fansigns was that you were sharing the building with another group who was also holding a fan meeting.

As you walked down the halls you noticed a group of tall men around your age walking nearby. Quickly you recognized them as Enhypen, your eyes naturally landing on the especially tall figure of Niki, feeling a small blush rise on your cheeks. Suddenly he turned around, locking eyes with you, catching your not so subtle glancing red handed. You bowed his way, trying to hide your embarrased blush while the red of your group giggled at your bashfullness.

Soon enough you walked into a large room filled to the brim with thrilled fans. While sitting down, you noticed the proximity from your table to Enhypens, and lastly the proximity between you and Niki. Deciding not to indulge into your fantasies, you looked at the huge mass of fans, undoubtedly a mix of engenes and your own fans.

The start of the event went by smoothly, both of the groups occupied talking to their fans and enjoying the interactions with them.

While Niki talked to engenes, he couldn't help but sneak glances your way, feeling a sense of giddiness by being so close to you. His eye caught sight of a boy, not much older than the both of you. He didn't think much of him. While fanboys weren't as common as fangirls, they were still seen from time to time, especially in popular girl groups like yours.

Yet when he approached you, he noted the way you tensed up, your eyes tearing up. That's unusual, do you know him? His ears immediately picked up on his native tongue as words slipped out of your mouth in a frenzy. Despite trying not to intrude in your conversation, as it seemed far more intimate than an idol-fan conversation would be, he was far too curious to figure out who this person was exactly to you.

"Y/n....I'm so sorry...You know I never wanted things to end the way they did.." You heaved unevenly, the tears falling from your eyes "I-I know, but we could've talked things out, you know I would've listened..."

Niki pondered, were you in a relationship with him? He felt his blood run cold at the thought. The way you talked in past tense sounded as if you had had some sort of relationship with him. He concluded that the worst case scenario was of him being your ex.

Not wanting to pry anymore in your business, he turned his attention once again to the engene in front of him rambling on and on. Though that went out of the window when he heard your next words.

"It's ok... I forgive you Riki"

Riki? Despite your choked words, he had heard them loud and clear. Uneasiness swept through him at the thought of another boy named Riki possibly being your ex.

He didn't have much time to indulge that thought when you abruptly stood up, covering your mouth to stiffle your sobs. "I'm sorry, please excuse me"

The rest of your members glanced at you in worry as your manager led you towards the door you previously came through. His own eyes followed your steps until your figure disappeared, feeling a sensation he couldn't name corusing through his veins, his jaw clenching unconsciously.

Long 15 minutes felt like hours to him. His mind kept wandering to you, wanting nothing more than to run after you and embrace you in his arms. Thankfully, when you had left, the event was coming to its end.

As soon as he was given the thumbs up, he immediately went to look for you, not caring about the rest of the curious eyes watching him. Without thinking, he went straight to the roof, hoping he'd find you there. As if the universe was listening to his thoughts, he found you leaning against the wall, your knees pulled close to your chest. You looked up at him, startled by the sudden loud slam of the door, surprised to find Niki standing there instead of your members.

Wiping your eyes to hide the evident tears the were running down your face, you mumbled a low greeting.

Suddenly it dawned on him, what was he supposed to say? You've barely ever talked before, and it's not as if he can just spark up a conversation like Jake.

"Um...Can I sit there?" He pointed at the spot next to you. The surprise was evident on your face, but you nodded nonetheless. There was a few moments of silence before he spoke up again, breaking the awkward silence.

"Are you ok?"

You gave him a pointed look as if saying 'Do I look ok to you?'

A small chuckle left his lips, feeling embarrassement seep into his bones. "Ok yeah that was a dumb question.." More silence.

Thinking his words through, he hesitantly asked "Was he....your ex?"

You exhaled deeply, mumbling a low yeah.

You felt his gaze on you, as if expecting you to continue speaking, so you did.

"Back when I was a trainee, he was one of the few who I connected with, and well, one thing led to another and we started dating. I really thought we'd last, I really did love him. But well, when monthly evaluations came and I was placed in a spot way above his, jealousy got in the way. I tried talking it out with him, but, one day he just left. He gave up on everything and didn't even give a chance to talk it through. We hadn't talked until today and I eventually got so busy debuting that I kind of fell out of love and avoided thinking much about him."

Niki let you vent, listening intently to your every word. Despite not being the greatest at comforting people, he wanted to do nothing more than to make you feel better. Once you finished talking, to both yours and his own surprise, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Recovering from your shcok, you returned the gesture, snuggling your face into his neck as the smell of his cologne rooted a deep sense of comfort in you.

After pulling away, Niki peered at you "You forgave him though" It was a statement. You leaned your head back against the wall, looking up at the sky as if you were in thinking.

"I guess I just needed that closure, sometimes forgiving someone is what helps you move on from everything."

Niki hummed, emphasizing with the feeling.

You stayed like that for a while, changing the conversation and talking about anything that came to your minds. A phone buzzing interrupted the comforting silence, forcing you to move back. Niki picked up his phone, seeing a text from his manager announcing it was time to go home. He felt a wave of disappointment, not wanting the moment to end.

The walk back down was once again filled with comfortable silence, simply enjoying each others presence. When the entrance came into view, your steps slowed, wanting the moment to last as much as possible. But like everything, all good things must come to an end.

Both of your steps stopped completely once you stood outside. Before Niki could say anything, you quickly spoke. "Thank you for today, Riki, it really meant a lot to me" He felt his heart squeeze in his chest at hearing his name, a bashful smile creeping onto his face.

Feeling a sudden boldness, he took your hand in his, the other cupping your cheek as he looked down at you. "Give me a chance"

"What"

"Give me a chance to show you that i'd never give up on you"

You felt your breath catch in your throat, time coming to a stop. It all felt like a movie, but it wasn't.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pulled him down to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "You don't have to ask twice" You giggled shyly before walking to your van, leaving the starstruck boy standing with a lovesick smile.

"SIMP" He heard Jake yell from afar, snapping him out of his daze. Normally, he'd bicker playfully with his hyungs, but now he didn't have it in him to do so, too distracted by the feeling of your plush lips against his cheek.

I guess you could say that's the start of something new.

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[bungalowbear]

Devil In Her Heart

Pairing: Steve Rogers x dark!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of sex, illness, implied murder, actual murder, blood

Summary: Steve lives in blissful ignorance as you new husband until he discovers your dark secret.

A/N: This is my entry for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor HalloCream Extravaganza. My prompt was: the person you married is more than meets the eye. Title and other inspiration for the story came from this song. I had a good time writing it, and I hope you all have a good time reading it, too! Thanks again for hosting, Roo! 🖤

You sit on the edge of the worn sofa with your back to Steve as you fasten the buttons at the front of your dress. The smell of sex lingers in the air of the small living room, so you go to the corner table to strike a match and light a candle. The smell of lavender and eucalyptus steadily wafts through the room.

Peeking over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of Steve’s toned bum as he stands and pulls on his trousers. The morning light creeps in from between the thin space of the curtains to shine a thin golden line up his back. Your eyes follow its trail upward, past his broad shoulders, to connect to a pair of blue eyes that already look upon you.

Despite your frequent late night visits to the Rogers residence, the weight of Steve’s gaze continues to set your nerves ablaze. The trek from your manor at the top of the hill at the edge of town is always made worthwhile once you step foot into the modest abode. On occasion your nighttime visits even bleed into the morning. Much like this one.

You’re not ashamed to say you find both physical and emotional pleasure in Steve’s company. Especially not when you know he shares the same sentiment. When you first began seeing Steve it was nothing more than relieving your natural urges. But as the years went by you could no longer ignore the way you became so attuned to one another. Every touch, every breath, and even every look on his handsome face you could decipher.

“What is it, Steve?” you ask, walking across the room toward him. You place one hand on his arm while the other gently rubs up and down his back.

“It’s my mother,” Steve confesses softly. “She saw the doctor yesterday. He told her she has half a year before the illness completely overcomes her.”

“I’m sorry.” You rest your head on his shoulder. Your arms drop down to circle his waist in a comforting embrace. “What can I do to help?”

“You do enough.” Steve’s hands cover yours, squeezing gently. “You brighten my day every time you come to see me.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” Steve chuckles.

You turn your head upward, resting your chin on his shoulder as your lips form a pout.

Steve’s smile slowly dampens, and he lets out a deep sigh.

“Well,” he pauses, “the new medicine she’s been prescribed costs nearly double what the one she was taking before. I’ve already asked for more work at the lumber yard, but very soon we’ll also need a nurse to look after her when I can’t.”

“I can help,” you plead. You’ve had this argument many times before, but Steve has always been adamant that his household troubles are not for you to worry about. “I want to help.”

“I know you do. But I can’t let you,” Steve declines. “I can’t take your money.”

“Marry me, then.” Your heart races as the words leave your lips. Your arms tighten around him. “What’s mine would become yours.”

Steve laughs. But it quickly halts when he notices your expression doesn’t shift. He easily separates your hands and frees his body from your hold, turning to face you. “You’re serious?”

“After my husband died I didn’t think I’d ever feel the same way about anyone else,” you say slowly. “Then I found you.”

Steve doesn’t react. His serious blue gaze penetrates you so deeply that your hands begin to tremble. You have to hold onto his arms to steady them.

“I love you, Steve.” The words come out so suddenly that you cannot even think to stop them. “And I believe that you love me, too. I can feel it in the way you hold me. The way you kiss me. But if I am wrong, and I’ve entirely misinterpreted, then please put me out of my misery.”

Steve whispers your name. A deep, soft, loving sound that causes your stomach to flutter.

“Yes?”

“People will talk,” he warns.

“They already do. I hear what they say about me, Steve.” You shake your head. “But I don’t care about them. Only you.”

You see the hesitation in his eyes, the way his mind works quickly to weigh the potential outcomes of either answer he gives you. His eyes jump to the door behind you. On the other side is the only private bedroom in the home where his mother is sound asleep.

You’d both been mindful to keep as quiet as possible during your earlier exertions, careful not to wake her. You’ve met Sarah a handful of times while around town and if she suspects anything between you and Steve she’s been gracious enough to keep it to herself.

Steve adores his mother and would do anything for her. Which is why when his eyes drift back to you, his answer written clear across his face, you have to restrain yourself from reacting until he speaks.

“Okay.” Steve’s mouth stretches into a wide grin and you finally let yours flare out across your lips. “Let’s get married.”

❤️‍🔥

You and Steve have been married three months. Though the decision was made quickly, the love he has for you had already grown steadily in the years before. And he is glad to find that it was not the wrong decision.

Though he and his mother are still adjusting to life in a grand house such as yours, he cannot say that he is unsatisfied with the higher quality of living. You have a friendly and diligent staff that includes a butler, a chef, a maid, a groundskeeper, and now a nurse for his mother.

Steve is grateful for all that you have done for him and his mother. But not even your amount of wealth can change the inevitable.

As Steve lays on his back with your head on his chest, bodies sweaty and exhausted from your many rounds of lovemaking, his fingers absently stroke along your back as his mind ponders on what life will be like when his mother’s life inevitably ends. How her grandchildren, if you and Steve do give her any, will never know what it is to be loved by the kind, selfless, and honest woman she is.

“Steve?” Your voice, always there to pull him out of the hole he’s mentally trapped himself in, is a hot whisper that fans across his skin. “If there was a way to cure your mother, would you do it?”

“Yes,” he answer without missing a beat. “I’d do anything.”

You hum lazily, on the brink of slumber.

Steve continues to run his fingers along your skin, lulled by the steady sound of your breathing, until he falls asleep.

When he wakes the next day, he finds you gone and that he has overslept. He gets out of bed and readies himself for the day. The first task of his day is always to kiss you good morning, but seeing as you have risen without him, his mother will be his first visit of the day.

Steve makes his way to the East Wing of the manor. Before he enters his mother’s room, he prepares himself with a steadfast smile that he’s trained not to waver. He opens the door and expects to see his sickly mother, frail and thin. But what he sees instead makes his smile drop.

Having spent the last three months watching his mother slowly wither, Steve is rooted to the floor in shock at the sight of the rosy cheeked woman before him. Even her hair has regained its color, like a gold curtain cascading down her back.

“Ma?”

Sarah’s eyes light up at the sight of her son. She pulls back the blankets and with little help from the nurse gets to her feet. Steve rushes forward and places gentle hands on her arms.

“I’m okay,” Sarah assures. Her lips stretch from ear to ear, blue eyes beaming up at Steve. “It’s a miracle, Stevie. I…I’m cured.”

“What?” Steve’s brow furrows. While he knows this is good news, he can’t help the doubt gnawing at the back of his head. “What do you mean a miracle?”

“I had a dream last night.” She moves her hands to grip his now, tightly as she recounts her experience with wonder. “And a voice called out to me, the voice of an angel. He asked me if I wanted to be cured. I told him yes. He offered me a drink and I took it. Then I woke up and the sickness was gone.”

Steve stares down at his mother, unable to form words. What she says sounds absolutely lunatic. But yet here she is, standing on her own two feet and gripping him with a strength she did not have yesterday. Was this truly a miracle?

Hurried footsteps sound from down the hall. Steve turns his head to see the butler carrying a tea set atop a silver tray, and you with your own tray topped with toast, jam, fruit, and other assorted pastries entering the room.

“Steve, darling.” You’re slightly out of breath as you set the tray down on the table by the window, looking up at him with excited eyes. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come for you sooner. I wanted to surprise you. I came to see your mother this morning and she told me everything. Isn’t this wonderful news?”

“Yes,” Steve agrees, a warm smile forming at your elation. “Indeed, it is.”

“Oh, Sarah.” You turn your attention to his mother. “Please come and eat. You must have quite an appetite.”

She agrees with a laugh and you extend a hand to beckon her from around the bed and over to the table. Steve’s eyes spot a stain the size of a quarter on the sleeve of your dress, a deep red that reminds him of blood. He’d suffered plenty of nosebleeds from fights in his youth to recognize the sight of it.

“Sweetheart?” You turn your head to look back at him. “What’s that on your sleeve?”

You brows knit together as you turn your wrist to examine the red splotch. You let out a laugh at the sight of it. “I was in such a rush to get everything together. It must have got caught in the jam.”

Steve hums thoughtfully. He walks up behind you, looking over your shoulder to see the spread of food. He doesn’t voice his observation that the jam you served is grape. A sweet, dark purple. Instead the high of his mother’s recovery banishes it from his mind, allowing him to rejoice with the two most important women in his life.

❤️‍🔥

The hustle and bustle of the market goes on around you while you watch your husband from afar. He is talking to a blonde woman. You recognize her as a member of the Carter family, though you cannot recall her name.

Jealousy flares in your chest when you notice how close she is to Steve. The way her hand rests on his arm makes you want to stomp over and rip it off yourself, but your husband has more grace than you. He subtly shifts his body so that her hand falls away and there is a more respectable distance between them.

“Why did you marry her?” Your brows raise at the question. So blatant as her voice carries over to the stall where you pretend to inspect a piece of fruit. “I would have warned you myself, but your nuptials were so sudden.”

There is a hint of disappointment in her tone.

“Warned me of what?” You can hear the genuine confusion in Steve’s voice. He was never one for gossip.

“You know. The rumor that she…” Sharon’s voice lowers. You can just barely make out what she says, though you know before she utters a single word. “That she killed her husband.”

Steve voice hardens. “Sharon…”

“Everyone believes so,” she defends.

“Just because people believe a rumor, does not make it true.” Sharon opens her mouth to respond, but Steve is quick to stop her. “The woman I have been living with, the woman I love, is not capable of what you say. She is kind and gentle. She could never hurt anyone.”

Your heart flutters with joy at Steve’s words, lips curving into a triumphant smile as you step away from the stall and walk toward Steve. You come up behind him and loop your arm through his.

“There you are.” Your expression softens to something warmer as you gaze into your husband’s eyes. His hand finds yours and he gives it a firm squeeze. Your eyes flash to Sharon. “And this is…”

“Sharon Carter.” Steve introduces her and you hold out your hand for her to shake. She reluctantly accepts. “We’re old friends.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” you say with a sweet smile.

“You as well.” Sharon’s lips from a tight smile. Her gaze quickly leaves you before moving to Steve again. “It was lovely to see you again, Steve. We should catch up soon.”

Sharon leaves after Steve promises to meet at her Aunt Peggy’s for tea on Friday. You watch her go for a moment before Steve calls your name to get your attention. He gives you a chaste peck on the lips before you both continue on through the market. When you pass the newsstand Steve stops and picks up today’s paper.

“They still haven’t found that young girl,” Steve comments somberly as he reads the headline. “It’s been over a week now.”

Your lip twitches while your mind attempts to conjure a response.

But you’re saved from having to acknowledge his remark when Sarah spots you and calls your name. Steve drops the paper and lets out a chuckle when you quickly drag him away from the newsstand and toward the flower stall.

❤️‍🔥

The sun has long set when Steve and Sarah return from the theater. You had insisted they go without you to let them spend their own time together.

After Steve guides his mother up to her bedroom and bids her a good night, he seeks you out in your shared room but you aren’t there. He makes his way back downstairs to check the drawing room, the library, and then the kitchen. Steve doesn’t find you in any room.

As he’s about to leave the kitchen he pauses when he hears a muffled scream from the basement. He slowly steps toward the door beside the pantry and opens it. There is a dim light that illuminates the wooden stairs. Your voice draws him down the steps, and as he descends further your voice becomes clearer and he realizes you’re speaking another language. And you’re not alone. The scream he’d heard before didn’t come from you, but the person bound to a chair in the middle of the room.

Steve peeks his head around a thick wooden beam and sees Sharon with tears streaming down her cheeks that drop onto the rag tied around her mouth. She’s placed directly in the center of a circle drawn of chalk with strange markings within it. Steve’s eyes follow your form as you stalk around Sharon with a predatory look in your eyes that he’s never seen before. The maid stands just outside the circle, waiting for your direction. Suddenly you stop behind Sharon and unsheathe the knife in your hand.

“No!” Steve shouts, finally making himself known.

But it’s as if neither of you hear him. You slide the knife along Sharon’s throat at the same time the maid moves forward to collect the blood that pours out of Sharon’s neck into a bronze chalice. The maid hands you the chalice and you bring it to your lips, finishing its contents in several large gulps. Handing the cup back to the maid, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“What have you done?”

“Darling.” You look over at Steve. The curve of your lips momentarily shocks him. Sweet and innocent as if you hadn’t just been caught literally red handed. “You weren’t supposed to be home until later.”

“What have you done?” he repeats, stepping further into the room. Steve’s eyes jump from your bloodied hand, to Sharon, and then to the maid who stands silent beside you.

“Oh, Steve.” You sigh. “I was really hoping you wouldn’t find out until much later.”

“You killed Sharon!”

You nod, not denying it. “I did.”

“What is the matter with you?” Steve frowns. He points a firm finger at Sharon’s lifeless body, her blood now a pool beneath her feet. “You just killed someone.”

“Wouldn’t be my first time.” There’s a glint in your eye that makes Steve’s blood run cold. You turn your gaze to the maid. “Grab the mop and bucket please.”

She bows her head in obedient acknowledgement before she leaves, leaving you and Steve alone in the basement.

“Why did you do this?” Steve asks.

“For years I sought out how to keep myself youthful. I searched holy texts, scouring through legends of the Fountain of Youth and the Holy Grail until I realized I was looking in the wrong places,” you explain. Your expression shifts and Steve feels unsettled at the glee in your eyes. “I found a book that explained how to cast spells and perform rituals. I studied relentlessly until I knew I was ready. Now every decade I sacrifice a maiden to the Dark Lord to keep my youthful appearance. My last husband didn’t take the news too well when he found out. He threatened to expose me, but he had an…unfortunate accident before he could.”

“Sharon was right about you.” Steve shakes his head. “They all were.”

Your mouth drops into a frown, a dark expression taking over your features.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Steve promises, “but I’m not staying here, and neither is my mother.”

Steve turns, intent on collecting his mother and leaving at once. But he stops short when you speak again.

“That’s the thanks I get for saving your mother?”

Steve turns his head to look back at you. Dread sinks deep into his chest. “What are talking about?”

“As long as your mother resides in this house she will continue to live the rest of her life free of her illness.” You walk toward him with even steps, your words like honey. Though Steve now knows how deceptively sweet you’ve been. “But if she leaves, the ritual I performed on her will no longer be in effect.”

Steve clenches his jaw, anger and betrayal coursing through every fiber of his being. You stand in front of him, and as you stare directly into his eyes and he can see only fragments of the woman he fell in love with.

“No one pays much attention in these parts when a girl goes missing every decade.” You shrug, as if you were merely talking about the weather. “Two was a bit risky, but you said you’d do anything to cure your mother. I know how much you love her. And I love you. Why would I not do this for her? For you?”

“My mother is old,” Steve whispers. It’s all he can do not to lose his composure. “She will die eventually. And then I will leave you.”

“Yes, but perhaps I can change your mind about me before then.” Your press your lips together into a small smile. Your words spoken just as gently, like so many promises you’ve spoken before. “I’d really like for us to live a long and happy life together, Steve.”

You give him a kiss, lips still reddened by Sharon’s blood, then walk past him toward the stairs, but you pause before ascending.

“The choice is yours, Steve,” you say, looking back at him. “It always has been.”

The maid passes you as she comes down and you walk up the steps. Steve watches you go before he turns and looks on as the maid begins to clean up Sharon’s blood, the same blood that stains his lips.

#catalog #devil in her heart #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x dark!reader #rooshallocream

[sayorseee]

Mob AU (a prompt for when you feel better :) :

Addison’s always taken care of herself. So when she gets sick, and Zed wants to help, she wants NONE of it. Unfortunately, this just results in a very sick and crabby Addison, and an equally determined Zed who wants nothing more then to coddle her until she’s better.

Let Me Love You, a mob au side story (ao3) (ff.net)

warning: this short contains spoilers for Kings, Queens, and the Pawns In Between

PART 1 of 3

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Addison Jacobs lays in a curled up ball between two chairs in the employee break room. She's pretty sure she still has twenty minutes before she needs to be up to be cheery, peppy, friendly Addy, instead of the Addy that went to bed a little congested and woke up feeling like she had a love affair with death and was suffering the consequences. 

The back door opens and she feels the heat of sunlight burning against her face. Addison groans, tucking her face into the chair. 

From a few feet away, she hears her manager and close friend, Eliza, ask, “Um, what's wrong with her?” 

Her coworker and other close friend, Wyatt, answers with, “She's sick, but if you ask her–” 

“I'm fine,” Addison grumbles. 

She sits up, her head wavering with a wave of lightheadedness and nausea that she barely managed to ignore. But still, she puts on her best game face. “Just a little tired.” She scrubs a hand over her face to cover up a sniffle. 

“You are definitely sick,” Eliza says. 

“I've been trying to tell her to go home!” 

“I'm fine,” Addison reiterates. 

Wyatt throws his hands up, frustrated. “You look like crap!” Addison simply rolls her eyes; they've been going back and forth like this since she got there, but she didn't plan on admitting she was too sick to be at work. 

Eliza grumbles loudly and Addison looks over, watching her angrily typing on her phone. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I'm getting Willa to come in early. And letting Zed know you refuse to go home and get better.” 

“What!” 

“You won't listen to us!” 

“Zed is not my keeper, and I'm fine!” Addison argues. “I'll just bus tables all day if I have to, but you can’t make me go home.” 

“Addison –” 

She growls, actually, physically growls, startling both Eliza and Wyatt. “I feel fine. Trust me, okay?” She starts for the door to the main dining room, intent on working through her opening procedures (or lying down in one of the booths while Eliza and Wyatt aren't looking), but stops and turns back to them with one final thought. “And don't. Tell. Zed.” 

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In Addison's defense, the diner was slow, and Eliza was strict in her duties for today: bussing tables, and only bussing tables. If Addison even so dated as to cough near a patron, she was done. 

But Addison wasn't that sick. Sure, the king she stood the more her head would pound, and the tightness in her chest continued to get worse. But she chugged a bottle of DayQuil this morning, and even sat down in one of the empty booths while the diner was slow to calm her racing heart. 

Which brings her to now: being shaken away by her boyfriend, Zed Necrodopolis. Seabrook's most infamous character, heir to the Necrodopolis family fortune and the mob throne. And the one person Addison didn't want finding out about her little ‘lapse' in health. 

“C’mon, Addy, get up,” Zed grumbles, tugging on her arm and pulling her up into a seated position. 

“I was just…resting my eyes,” she rasps. 

“Mhm, sure you were.” 

Addison just rubs the sleep from her already aching eyes. She has no idea how long she was out for, but she really needs to get back to work. Unfortunately, Zed sits down next to her, boxing her into the booth. 

“Zed, I'm working,” she whines. 

He raises an eyebrow at her. “You were knocked out a second ago.” She rolls her eyes in response. “And, no offense, baby, but you look like crap.” 

“I thought you loved me no matter how I look?” She tries to sound flirty and teasing, but with her sore throat it just sounds pathetic. 

Still, Zed chuckles. He nudged her shoulder playfully, despite her grumpiness. “I'm just worried about you. Eliza says you're refusing to take the day off.” 

“I told her not to tell you,” she mumbles. 

“Well technically, Willa told me.” Zed leans over, showing her his phone with his texts to Willa, starting with a picture of her, passed out in the booth. 

“Oh…” 

“Yeah.” He repockets his phone. “Do you wanna tell me what's going on? Why you don't wanna go home?” 

Addison frowns. Instead of answering, she leans into his side, hiding away from the world. Zed reached over with his other hand to stroke her hair. “Come on, babe, let me take you home. You can rest up and get back to work as soon as you feel better.” 

“I can’t,” she mumbles. 

He turns his head, and although she can't see him she can picture his face: his big, brown, caring eyes, staring into her soul, prodding her to open up to him. 

She sighs and lifts her head. “It's the twenty-ninth,” she says quietly. “And…I'm still short.” 

His expression shifts, a deep frown filling his gestures. “Addy…” 

“I can pay my own rent, Zed.” 

“But at the expense of your health?” he counters. She clamps up and he continues, “Number one, you spend more time at my place than your own home. And you know you can always ask me for help, no matter how big or small the ask.” 

“But…” 

He cuts her off, knowing what she's going to say before she can say it. “Addy, you know I don't think that. And I don't care what other people think. I know you love me, and I love you. And I'm always around to help you. Even if it's as simple as reminding your stubborn self that you should not be working customer service when you’re this sick. I mean, people will complain.” 

Addison giggles, which quickly turns into a fit of congested coughs. Zed pays her back until she claims her breathing down enough to return to her normal, sickly labored breathing. 

Okay, maybe she should go home. 

“Come on,” Zed says as he slides out of the booth, “I'll take you home. Make you my mom’s famous chicken noodle soup.” 

“You mean the soup we have here.” 

Zed holds out a hand which she graciously takes, letting him pull her up to her feet. 

“Well I make it better 'cause I'm a Necrodopolis. We add a little extra love.” He even kisses her temple, then walks her to the break room in the diner. 

Addison slides into a chair at the break room table, the same table she'd been laying at that morning when Eliza first found her, and put her head down while Zed went into Eliza's office. She didn't know what he planned on telling her, and frankly, she didn't care. With every passing second, her head grew heavier and heavier. 

She vaguely remembers Zed coming back out and taking her outside to his waiting car, but everything after that ends up as a blur.

#asks #c-rose2081 #mob au #zombies #zeddison #sick fic #addison zombies #addison wells #zed necrodopolis #zed zombies #sayorseee writes #mob!au sick fic

[fiannans]

WIP Wednesday, RE edition

I haven't done a WIP Wednesday for a while mainly out of laziness, but thanks to everyone who's tagged me recently!

I have a feeling I may have shared some of this before, but since I’m deep in RE/Valenfield hell again I’ve been tidying up this old WIP about Jake meeting Jill (and finding out what Wesker did to her) with the aim of actually finishing it.

“Who’s the blonde?” Jake leaned against the counter, gesturing behind them with a jerk of his head. Trust him to show up late without an explanation and not bother saying hello.

“Huh?” Sherry looked over her shoulder. She scanned the darkened bar before her eyes landed on the table where their party was seated, drinking and chatting amiably. There was only one blonde-haired woman among them.

“Oh. That’s Jill Valentine.”

“Jill Valentine,” he repeated, thoughtfully. “What’s her story?” He was staring directly at Jill, not even trying to hide it. God, he really did have no shame. Not that Sherry could blame him. Jill was a strikingly beautiful woman, the kind who drew attention wherever she went. Sherry ignored the tiny pang of jealousy she felt at his intense interest, focusing on the question instead.

“She’s with the B.S.A.A.,” she replied, watching Jill smile at some story Claire was telling. “She was one of the original members. But before that she was with S.T.A.R.S. in Raccoon City.”

“My old man’s unit.” Jake looked at her for confirmation.

“That’s right,” she nodded. “Jill, Chris and your father were all members of S.T.A.R.S. They were part of the team that responded to the first T-virus outbreak in 1998.”

She hesitated, unsure how to continue. Sherry knew Jake hated his father and was well aware of the man’s flaws, but it was still a touchy subject and she didn’t want to offend him. If anyone understood what it was like to have complicated feelings about your parents, it was her.

“And then dear old dad betrayed them,” he finished for her. “Right?” His eyes were hard and his lip curled in a sneer. It wasn’t an expression Sherry liked on him. She looked away.

“I don’t know the whole story,” she said, swirling the straw around in her drink. “If you want more details, you should ask Claire.”

“No thanks.” Jake waved to the bartender to bring him a drink. “She hates me.”

“She does not.” Sherry rolled her eyes.

“She does,” he countered, sliding a bill across the counter and gesturing for the bartender to keep the change. “She thinks I’m a bad influence on you.”

“That’s not true,” Sherry told him, even though she suspected that it was.

“Bullshit.” Jake gave her a sharp look. “You’re a terrible liar, Supergirl.”

“I’m not lying. Claire doesn’t hate you, Jake. She’s just...protective, that’s all.”

“Whatever,” he said, signalling he was tired of the subject. He downed his glass of whiskey in one go and returned his attention to the group sitting behind them.

“So, what’s the deal with Blondie and Captain Jarhead? They together?”

“Chris and Jill?” Sherry asked, surprised. “No, I don’t think so. They’re just friends.”

Jake snorted.

“What?” she said. He could be such an annoying know-it-all sometimes.

“Take another look,” Jake pointed with his chin. Sherry sighed but turned to study Chris and Jill, feeling a little silly and like she was invading their privacy. Claire’s brother and his long-time partner were sitting beside each other on the far side of the table, facing her and Jake at the bar. Chris’s arm was draped companionably over the back of Jill’s chair. Sherry watched as he leaned over to say something into her ear. Whatever it was, it made Jill laugh out loud and the expression on Chris’s face as he looked at her was fond.

“So they’re close,” she said, shrugging. “It doesn’t mean they’re a couple.”

Jake made an impatient noise. “Look harder.”

Chris had turned to talk to Claire, but as Sherry watched, he casually lifted his arm from Jill’s chair and rested his hand on the back of her neck. If she hadn’t been watching them so closely, Sherry would have missed the way his fingers lightly caressed the sides of Jill’s throat. It was an undeniably intimate gesture. Jill didn’t react aside from closing her eyes briefly at his touch, but the soft smile that graced her lips spoke volumes.

“Told ya,” Jake said smugly.

Tagging @ashalle-art, @hobo-apostate, @starsandskies, @sidhelives, @perhapsrampancy, @charlatron, @zuendwinkel, @a-shakespearean-in-paris & anyone else who feels like it! No pressure, as always. <3

#wip wednesday #resident evil #valenfield #chris redfield #jill valentine #jake muller #sherry birkin #fiannan writes

[ragdollmouse]

Dramatic Lit project.

I turned this in for a grade. For my final. This is my semester final. The prompt was: Make a scene continuing the story of any of the plays we read this semester. I chose Death of a Salesman. My group was very supportive of my choice of scene. I love them <33 sm. This is the final product. We called it Birth of a Fruitcake.

There is a bar called “The Crowbar”. What it lacks in width it makes up for in length. It’s set far back into the building it shares with other establishments. The lights outside the bar are warm and soft, the glowing orange of late afternoon. There are silhouettes of the other buildings on the street, and the rest of the building where the bar is located. Inside the outline of the house, there are hanging lightbulbs covered in green glass bulb covers, creating a soft green glow. It’s furnished with a bare bar, with stools lining the right side. Behind the stools, small round tables are scattered throughout the bar. There are dirty glasses and very few chairs actually surrounding the tables. It appears as though the patrons have to steal the chairs they need from other tables. On the left side of the bar, there sits a sparse few bottles of alcohol, all cheap, and glasses for pouring. To the right we see a corner of carpet peeking out from backstage, where the bathroom is located. The forestage is bare, but with a spotlight shining on it for now. Loud incoherent voices are heard off-stage. Bernard exits his home and waits on his patio contemplating if he should go in or not. Biff opens the door to his house and slams it closed while walking to his car.

BERNARD: Hey, Biff! Didn’t know you were home, thought Willy crawled back up.

BIFF: No, just Happy and me, but with the way he's going we're going to get Willy 2.0.

BERNARD: What do you mean?

BIFF: It's. . . Too much.

BERNARD: You wanna grab a drink? It’s been a while, we should catch up.

BIFF: You know what? Yeah. I could use a drink.

The lights on the forestage fade out. BIFF and BERNARD walk to the bar (the main stage)

JASON: Welcome to The Crowbar, fellas. What can I get for ya? [Cleaning two glasses]

BIFF: What’s your poison?

JASON: We got a house special called the Lazarus if you’re interested

BIFF: What's so special ‘bout it?

JASON: It’ll get a good night started.

BIFF: Alright, then, I’ll take a shot a’ that

BERNARD: Make that two, would you?

JASON: You sure you can handle it? [Looking BERNARD up and down]

BERNARD: What? What makes you think I can’t? Why didn’t you ask Biff that?

[BIFF tries and fails to hide a laugh]

JASON: No reason in particular. Just thought there would be a designated driver [Lying through his teeth]

BERNARD: [With exaggerated annoyance] You’re both insufferable. You know what, make that two for me.

JASON: Okay, buddy. [Smiling at BIFF]

BIFF: [He smirks at Jason and nudges BERNARD] Careful, there. Don’t wanna ruin that big brain of yours.

BERNARD: [Pointedly ignoring JASON] A few drinks won’t hurt me. I just won a big case, anyway, the firm won’t care what I do for a day or two.

JASON: [Pouring two shots] here’s one for the big guy and yourself, and I’ll get the next shot in a second. [Cleaning another glass]

BERNARD: So now you know what I’ve been up to, what’s going on with you? What’s with the hat, I thought you were a New Yorker?

BIFF: I was, I was very much a city boy for a while but over the years I came to find out I much prefer the outdoors and more handy work than desks and phone calls.

BERNARD: [He chokes on his drink] You’re a- a cowboy?

BIFF: [Chortling] Something of the sort.

BERNARD: You seem… much more sure of yourself now than you did last time I saw you. At least, before, y’know… [He fidgets nervously]

[JASON raises an eyebrow in curiosity]

BIFF: My dad’s funeral? Yeah… after he died, I realized that he had been controlling how I lived my life- directly, indirectly, what-have-you. But then I realized I had to do something with myself, and I wasn’t about to let him continue to do that from beyond the grave, so… [He trails off, leaving the bar to awkward silence]

BERNARD: Does that connect to what happened at the house? Thought it might have been Happy and Linda but seeing as you are here is there something going on? [He starts to reach for Biff’s hand but stops himself]

BIFF: I came home to see mom. To help her around the house and just to catch up, but when I walked through the door Happy had a briefcase in hand saying he is going to Boston to make some sales, and for a minute there all I see is Willy. I couldn’t handle it. I can’t watch my own brother go down the same path we watched our father go down, so I just started yelling. I knew I should have stopped but it was just too much seeing him like that.

BERNARD: Happy's been pretty serious about succeeding for Willy. He even went to my father to get a job. Even when Charley offered him a high starting position he refused insisting that he be a traveling salesman like his father.

BIFF: And that's what kills me. I should have taken him more seriously at the funeral when he said he was going to follow pop’s dreams. I should have listened more in general. I knew he was unhappy with where his life was going. It's just [He stops talking and lets out a sigh] I’m sorry I just can’t keep talking about this. Let's talk about something more lighthearted. We are two buds reunited after all.

BERNARD: [Clearing his throat after a moment of heavy silence] Right, uh, well… I remember you mentioning there wasn’t anyone… special, in your life at the moment, when we talked. Is that still true?

BIFF: Yeah, I mean, no girl I’ve been with has ever… I haven’t really felt anything “special” with any of them, to use your words, and I really don’t know if that’s ever going to happen. I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Why do you ask?

BERNARD: Yeah, uh, no reason… [Very noticeably blushing] Hey, I’ve gotta use the bathroom real quick… watch my drinks, would you? [He exits to stage right and is no longer seen] Why is the bathroom carpeted?!??!?!?!?!?!

JASON: Mind ya damn business! [sliding in] And the plot thickens, tell me how long have you two been doing this dance?

BIFF: [Visibly confused] What dance?

JASON: Oh, come on, you know what I’m talking about. I’ve been around the block with love a couple times before, so I know it when I see it.

BIFF: Love? Me? US? [Now getting upset and panicking] Where did you get that big idea? What’s going on in that head of yours?

JASON: Oh trust me, friend, you don’t want to know. But what you do want to know is that if no girl has given you a special feeling, then maybe it’s not a girl your heart desires.

BIFF: [Defensively] Like Hell it isn’t! Look, I just haven’t… met the right girl, that’s it. [Sounding unsure of himself, as though he doesn’t quite believe it, but is trying to convince himself]

JASON: Like hell it is, my good sir. I see the way you two act with each other, and I see the way ol’ toothpick looks at you, the connection is there. Now are you gonna do something about it or not?

BIFF: The way he… But Bernard’s not… there’s no way!

JASON: Look, pal, I got a queer family member, I’m practically an ace at recognizing a friend of Dorothy when I see one, I must admit. [Now pouring himself a drink]

BIFF: But that’s not… I’m not, I swear…

JASON: Oh, drop the act, will ya?... Hey, you alright there, bud?

BIFF: [drifting away from the bar towards the forestage, not appearing to hear JASON] I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t!

JASON: Oh, man… I didn’t realize this was a sore spot for you. Look, I’ll just get you another drink, how about that? [He moves farther down the bar, getting another glass for BIFF ready, glancing at him every so often]

[BIFF has crossed into the forestage fully now. BIFF’s theme plays as HAPPY exits stage right. BIFF joins HAPPY, now appearing much more happy, but still tense, as if he knows what’s about to happen. HAPPY and BIFF begin chatting. They’ve just gotten back from school. WILLY appears from stage left, and bends to pick up a discarded football. He notices the boys making their way to him, and he waves]

BIFF: Pop! Didn’t know you’d be back so soon

WILLY: Got done with business in Brooklyn, so thought I’d have some time with my boys. How ‘bout a game of catch to get you ready for the game on Friday?

BIFF: Sounds good, pop.

[BIFF, HAPPY, and WILLY start to throw a ball around]

HAPPY: Did ya hear about the boy at school?

BIFF: Which boy at school?

HAPPY: David W. and Joseph M.

BIFF: Nah, didn’t hear anything about them. What did they get up to?

HAPPY: Well, apparently, they were caught in the bathroom together doing more than washing hands.

BIFF: That's not that crazy. Linda and Peter were caught doin’ the same just last week.

[At this WILLY stumbles with the ball caught off guard by BIFF’s response. He continues to throw the ball but is noticeably less concentrated on the game]

HAPPY: Yeah, but they have been hands all over each other since spring break. David and Joseph together is just weird.

BIFF: There not harmin’ anyone and in the end-

[BIFF gets cut off by WILLY who now seems to be forcing himself to stay calm]

WILLY: Happy, go inside.

HAPPY: But-

WILLY: [cutting off HAPPY and yelling] I said get in!

[HAPPY looks at him then runs off stage. Everyone has stopped throwing the ball around leaving it on the yard. WILLY walks to BIFF]

BIFF: What was that about, pops?

WILLY: You can't just go about spewing that nonsense.

BIIF: What nonsense? We’re just talking about the guys at school.

WILLY: Do you talk to those fruitcakes?

BIFF: Only a bit. We're all in the same geometry class. And don’t call em’ fruitcakes, they’re my friends. We play ball sometimes.

WILLY: I'll get you switched out of that class, and stop talkin’ to them. They are not your friends, they're just trying to infect you.

BIFF: Infect me with what! They are good people and I won't let ya-

[Cutting of BIFF, WILLY gets closer to BIFF and grabs him by his shoulders]

WILLY: You have to listen to me! I'm just trying to protect you from their illness. You have a good future ahead of you and they are trying to ruin it for you.

BIFF: They’re not ruining anything, you're just being cra-

[WILLY slaps BIFF and as the sound rings out the sound of a glass being set down on the bar can also be heard]

WILLY: I'm doing this for you. Remember that.

[WILLY walks off stage. BIFF walks back to his seat at the bar holding the cheek that WILLY slapped. In front of him is now a drink]

JASON: Here's some water. You looked a bit out of it, so I thought you should refresh yourself.

[BERNARD exits the bathroom and crosses back to the bar. He does a double-take when he sees the state BIFF is in. He takes a seat cautiously]

BERNARD: What happened? Did Jason give you another Lazarus?

BIFF: Is it true?

BERNARD: What are you talking about? Did something happen while I was gone?

BIFF: I was jus’ thinkin’ about what our friend Jason said, and was just wondering are ya a homosexual?

[JASON pauses behind the bar, where he was previously nervously cleaning glasses. He slowly sets the glass down, placing the cloth back down on the counter. He’s clearly listening, but BIFF and BERNARD don’t seem to notice]

BENARD: I don’t know what you’re saying. I have a wife.

BIFF: We both know what you were like when you were younger. Why do ya think that Willy didn’t want you around all that much? He knew and he was just tryin’ to protect me.

BERNARD: Willy was never trying to protect you. He was just trying to control you. I thought you’d realized that by now.

BIFF: Maybe he wasn’t right about being a football player, but in the end he just wanted what was best for me.

[BERNARD moves towards BIFF, starting to put his hand on his shoulder when BIFF smacks his hand away]

BIFF: Keep your hands away from me! [He swings and punches BERNARD in the face. BERNARD stumbles back, holding his face. BIFF brings his arm back to strike BERNARD again while he’s still shocked]

JASON: Hey! Hey! Break it up, the both of you [Grabbing the back of their shirts] Now I have a strict no fighting rule in my bar, so if you keep this up I’ll have Bruce handle this. Now he won’t kill ya, but he’s completely fine with traumatic brain injuries.

BIFF: Stay outta this, scarface!

JASON: Alright, get the hell out of my bar!

[BIFF and BERNARD are tossed out of the bar. They move to the alley way that is located in the forestage]

BERNARD: What the hell was that for?

BIFF: First time getting kicked out of a bar?

BERNARD: It isn’t funny, I liked that bar, and we fought! [He gently pokes his cheek to assess the damage, and winces]

BIFF: Sorry ‘bout that. Life’s just been so messy recently.

BERNARD: Seriously, what’s going on with you? You looked like you'd seen a ghost when I got back. And don’t give me some half-assed excuse– you can’t just punch people out of nowhere!

BIFF: I kinda have seen a ghost. Ya know how Willy had those outbursts talking to people who are not there and all, well I kinda had one for myself.

BERNARD: What did the old man say?

BIFF: Happy and me came back from school and were just playin’ a game of catch with Willy when Happy started talking about the incident in 10th grade.

BERNARD: You are gonna have to be a bit more descriptive. I wasn’t very social in high school.

BIFF: Just two guys were caught in the bathroom and Willy just went crazy at the thought of me bein’ around them. Even slapped me. I got the message from him and started avoiding anyone who Willy wouldn't like. Even you.

BERNARD: That's why you stopped talking to me?

BIFF: Yeah, sorry about that. Even after he died I wanted to reach out. I wanted to start talkin’ to you again, but I thought that you hated me, that you stopped liking me.

BERNARD: Look, I loved you, and I don’t think I ever stopped.

BIFF: But… you have a wife?

BERNARD: Appearances. We both… swing a different way.

BIFF: Oh.

BERNARD: Yeah. Oh.

BIFF: And the kid? Your son?

BERNARD: We’d both wanted a kid for awhile, and we’re real good friends, even if we’re not… in love. It’s not like we’d be able to raise one with people we loved, so why not?

BIFF: I see.

[They stand in awkward silence for a moment, before BIFF speaks up]

BIFF: Why don’t I take you back to where I’m staying? Uh, patch you up, and maybe… talk?

BERNARD: Talk? [He gives him a small smile]

BIFF: I’ve spent my whole life hiding an important part of myself. Maybe it’s time I gave someone a look into the real me.

BERNARD: I’d be honored.

BIFF: Oh, don’t get a big head about it.

BERNARD: I don’t know, Biff. [He steals the hat from off BIFF’s head, putting it on his own] Seems about the same size as your’s.

BIFF: [He smirks] You know what the rule is, right?

Fin.

@sir-gwaine-my-man as promised

#cowboy hat rule #death of a salesman #classic literature #dramatic literature #biff loman #Willy loman #Linda loman #happy loman #Bernard #jason todd #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #red hood #internalized homophobia #homophobia #fruitcake #if you’re wondering why Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne are tagged #it’s because three out of four of us (including me) are dc fans #Jason and Bruce are undercover #jason feels bad for the poor repressed gays #Tim is the queer family member #tim drake #red robin

[kymbersmith90ff]

Read All About It: Chapter 3

Summary: Using Twitter to ask an actual princess on a date may not have been Killian’s best idea - until it was.

The credit for the wonderful banners for this story goes to @hollyethecurious​ and @itsfabianadocarmo​. Thank you both so much!

Killian spent the rest of his day traipsing around London with his parents and his brother, feigning interest in anything they deemed noteworthy while trying his hardest to covertly check his phone. So far, there had been no word from Princess Emma, but Killian wasn’t too worried. She probably had lots of stuff to do, what with her being an actual princess. Okay, maybe he was a little freaked out that his flirting was becoming too much for her and he would never hear from her again, but he tried not to let those insecurities ruin his day.

When his parents finally settled on a quaint little pub for lunch, and Killian was happily nursing a pint of Guinness, he told himself he would check his phone one last time. He should have been focusing on the limited amount of time he had left to spend with his family before he’d have to fly back out to Vancouver, but he simply couldn’t shake off thoughts of those Twitter exchanges with the princess.

This time, when he opened up the app, his heart leapt at the sight of two notifications from Princess Emma (along with one from Robin, congratulating him on being so forward!). Killian ignored Robin for the time being and instead focused on the princess’s tweets.  

@KillianJones1 As much as I would love to take you up on that (and trust me, I would. You’re very firm!), I have to work today. Rain check?

@KillianJones1 Is there any direction to your wandering, or are you just lost in the city? I know it can be daunting for you country folk.

Killian did his best to smother his smile, well aware that his brother’s eyes kept darting back his way, and instead tapped out a quick response.  

@PrincessEmma I shall hold you to that! Not lost, thank you, just touring with my family. You do know we have cities in Ireland, right?

He quickly closed out of the app and pocketed his phone. He’d reply to Robin’s message a little later. Instead, Killian focused his attention back on his parents and the steaming plates of food that had just been placed in front of them all.

It was as he was finishing his final bite that his mother got down to the issue she’d been bugging him about for the last five years.  

“So, tell me, dear, are you seeing anyone special at the moment?”  

Killian almost choked on his food. He should have known it was coming, and yet, somehow, his mother always managed to lull him into that false sense of security she was well known for.  

“No, mother,” he replied, deliberately using the term he knew she hated most.  

“Hmm…” She fell silent for a few seconds, allowing Killian to take another, larger-than-necessary gulp of his Guinness before she continued. “You know, Maeve’s daughter is single now too. She had a nasty split with her husband. I’m sure I could arrange for the two of you to meet up before you go back to Canada.”

Killian’s mind was too busy casting around for information on ‘Maeve’s Daughter’ to form a coherent reply. Thankfully, he was saved from the embarrassment of his mother taking his silence as some kind of acceptance by the approach of a teenage girl at their table.  

The young girl looked over at him somewhat shyly before she asked, “Killian Jones?”

“Aye, that’s me,” Killian told her, easily falling into his public persona.  

The young girl blushed a deep shade of scarlet before she asked, “Can I get a picture with you, please?”

Killian nodded his agreement, standing up to wrap his arm around the young girl’s shoulders. Her friend took a couple of pictures of the two of them together on her iPhone before Killian gently removed his arm.  

“Thank you so much,” the brave young woman told him. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your lunch.”  

Killian waved away her concerns with a “No worries” and was about to slide back into his chair when she threw him for a loop.  

“I really hope you get that rain check.”  

This time, it was Killian’s turn to flush bright red as his hand came up to scratch behind his right ear.  

“Thanks,” he mumbled, his face firmly fixed on the floor and definitely not anywhere near his brother.  

“You’d make a cute couple,” was the young girl’s parting gift to him, before she practically skipped back to the table her friend had already returned to.  

Killian tried so damned hard not to think about just how cute of a couple he and the princess would make as he willed the colour in his cheeks to fade away.  

He was so lost in his thoughts that it wasn’t until his father cleared his throat loudly that Killian found his eyes rising to meet his brother’s.

“Who are you hoping for a rain check from, Killy?” Liam asked, his chin propped on his hand and nonchalance oozing out of him in waves.  

“None of your damned business!” Killian snapped.  “And don’t call me Killy!”  

Killian’s eyes darted between his brother and his parents before he excused himself and fled to the bathroom. He knew it wouldn’t stop their curiosity from burning, but he hoped it would at least help to reduce it to something of a simmer.  

It was only when he was safely locked inside a cubicle that he risked checking his phone once more.  

@KillianJones1 Oh, I know. But I wouldn’t exactly call Drogheda a city now, would you? More like a small town. And please do :-D

Killian sighed, letting his head fall back against the locked door.  

There was a chance he was getting in way over his head. He was thirty-four years old - not a teenager - and yet, one simple message from Princess Emma had his stomach fluttering in a way that it hadn’t for years.

There was absolutely no way he’d be able to explain all of this to his family, so instead, he fired off a quick reply to the princess before washing his hands and heading back to the table.  

“Tower of London?” he asked, with a fake smile firmly fixed in place as he took his seat once again.

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