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Jenna and Reader break up and months later they have this Olivia Rodrigo-Deja Vu moment

Do You Get Deja-Vu?

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: you were in a toxic relationship when you met jenna ortega. She will help you through it and after it, eventually becoming a couple. Though your road to recovery will be hard.

Warnings: angst, violence, domestic abuse.

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

AHHHH IT TOOK ME A LOT TO WRITE THIS I WAS CRYING A LOT 😍 I hope you didn’t mind me adding a lot of backstory to this, but I had to elaborate it somehow! Anyway I hope you like it! 🤍✨

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You met Jenna Ortega when you were in the worst and darkest place you had ever been. You had just come out of the worst relationship you bad ever been, it was a toxic one, your ex boyfriend was one who would always hit you for one misplaced word. You were both actors, so it was really hard having to put on a mask for the fans and show yourself as a healthy couple when in reality he would hit you and use you whenever he got the chance to do so. He was so protective over you, you couldn’t wear what you wanted, you couldn’t go out without him. You so badly wanted to report him to the police, but on the other hand, who would believe you? He was more famous than you, you had gotten into the acting world thanks to him. If you ever reported him everyone would think you did it for attention, and call you a liar.

Eventually at some point, people close to you and even fans started noticing your bruises, they started noticing how you stopped posting on social medias and how your smiles on interviews were less and less, when you talked it always seemed like you were about to break, but for the sake of everyone around you you always pretended like everything was doing okay. However, you were slowly slipping away. It was becoming hard to pretend and people started noticing that, as well. Your “boyfriend” was friends with the cast of the series “Wednesday” so on night he got invited to have dinner with them, of course you had to go with him, you couldn’t have a moment alone. When you two arrived at the restaurant you all were having dinner at. Your boyfriend held you at his side tightly as he introduced you. “Hey everyone. This is my girlfriend (Y/N). I hope you don’t mind I brought her as well, she insisted to come” he lied to everyone, and you were forced to reply with a smile as he kept you by his side.

Little did you know that Jenna had been following your interviews. She knew something was going on, and if it was domestic abuse she was ready to act upon it. She knew how these things happened because she already had friends in these situation and she promised herself to never let it happen to anyone else that came in her life, wether she knew them or not. Dinner was going by smoothly as of now and everyone was talking pretty loudly while you just kept quiet and picked at your food. You had even started eating less because he wanted you to be skinny. You were deep in your thoughts when Jenna asked you a question “what about you (Y/N)? Are you working on movies or tv shows at the moment?” You looked up at her question, looking confused as you glanced at everyone before replying. “Well I’m working on-“ your boyfriend interrupted you.

“She’s working on a series with me. It’s cute that we have almost every work together right?” He looked at you with that creepy smile of his as You looked down with a small, fake smile. You could barely speak for yourself anymore. “Right…” you said and went back at picking at your food, Jenna just nodding at his reply. At some point you asked to go to the bathroom, luckily you could be alone at least in the bathroom. “I’m gonna go ask the waitress something, I’ll be right back” Jenna said as she stood up from the table, trying to follow you without being noticed. You were in the bathroom checking one of the most recent bruises when you heard Jenna speak. “Did he do that to you?” She asked softly. You immediately put your shirt back down as thought about your reply.

“I-I uh… I tripped and fell down the stairs just today..” you lied, but you knew that she wouldn’t buy it. “(Y/N), I’ve had friends in this situation before, I can recognize when it happens… you can talk to me you know, I believe you. I’ve been following your interviews, I know what’s going on. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but you need to speak up”. From then on, Jenna became your best and only friend. You would talk to her about everything, about each time he’d beat you up, and she tried helping you get better and speak up to the world your situation, you wished you could. One night though he started beating you pretty badly. He wanted to kill you, he had punched you almost everywhere, you could barely walk, but you needed to run away.

You ran away, you ran so fast, faster than you ever did in your life. He was chasing behind you with a gun, which he couldn’t use until you were out in the open. You tried to run in the woods, hoping to lose him there. If he didn’t kill you then you would tell everything to the world and he couldn’t have that, he had to shut you up. Fortunately luck was coming your way because you happened to be running in the same woods where Jenna was shooting her scenes. You saw lights from where they were shooting and ran exactly there. As soon as you were close you started screaming for them to hear you “HELP! Somebody please help me-“ they were recording when you showed up and you hoped they would record the scene, because at least you could finally report him.

“(Y/N)? Is that you?” Jenna could barely recognize you, your whole face was bleeding and he had almost reached you. “P-Please call the police- he has a gun he wants to kill me” you were really shaken. Somebody did call the police as the recording crew held him back. They wrapped up recordings for that night, and when the police came as well as an ambulance for you they recorded your statement and the crew gave the police the recordings of him threatening you. As soon as police left with him and the adrenaline washed out from your body you burst out crying, finally realizing everything that had happened. You were free… “oh (Y/N)…” Jenna said as she came to you and hugged you tightly, letting you break down in her arms. “You’re safe now love… it’s over. He can’t hurt you anymore…” she kept whispering sweet nothings to you, to calm you down.

And so started your road next to Jenna. She wanted to help you recover, she’d do anything to see you being the happy girl you once were, however, it seemed like you were too far gone. You had troubles even trusting people. You trusted her of course, but there was still some fear she’d hurt you, even if you knew she never would. Even with your fear which Jenna totally understood give what you went through, she insisted on wanting to be close to you and slowly but surely you let her. She had saved you after all. She was your guardian angel and you couldn’t help but thank her everyday for helping you get better. Even with your trust issues, eventually she wanted to be more than friends, and you realized that when one day after filming she kissed you. “Is this okay?” She whispered, citing her character’s sentence from her movie “the fallout”.

With tears in your eyes you hesitantly nodded at her words. From then on you were a couple. You hadn’t gone public because you were scared, she understood everything. She understood your episodes and was there with you all the time even when you didn’t want her around. You felt like you didn’t deserve her. Ever since that douchebag you felt like you didn’t deserve anything good, and she was too good for you. She was what you have always dreamed of, yet you didn’t feel like you deserved her, and she definitely deserved someone better. You decided you should talk to her about how you were feeling so you waited for her awake in her trailer after filming.

“Jen.. can we talk?” You asked her once she came back. By the look on your face she could tell that it wasn’t something good. “Yes hun what is it?” She asked as she sat down on the sofa next to you. “I-I think I need to leave… I need to leave and get better on my own…” you started, which made Jenna confused and worried. “What are you taking about?” She said and searched for your eyes with her own, but you couldn’t stand to look at her. “Jen I’m a terrible girlfriend… I barely trust you, I snap at you all the times, yet you’re so patient with me…” she interrupted you “babe you went through some terrible shit, what you do and how you feel is completely normal I’m not gonna blame you for that… please look at me” she said and tried to reach for you hand. You had tears in your eyes.

“Jenna I look at the mirror and I can’t recognize Myself. Yet You stand there at my side, telling me how beautiful I am, I fail to believe that… you’re too good for me and I don’t deserve that. You deserve someone better than me” by now she was crying too and she put a hand on your chin to make you look at her. “You’re everything I could ask for (Y/N)… and you deserve everything good after everything, why can’t you see that?” She tried convincing you but she knew it was hard. “Because he made me believe I don’t! And even though I know it’s not true I can’t help the feeling that has built inside me that I don’t deserve you, and I don’t want to drag you down with me into that hole I’ve fallen in” you brought a hand up to her cheek to wipe the tears that had rolled down her cheek.

“I’d do anything to see you well… please don’t leave…” she said and you moved closer to her, foreheads touching as you now caressed both her cheeks. “I wish I could…” you whispered as you cried “but I can’t… I need to get better on my own and I care about you too much to drag you into this. Please tell me you understand this…” you cried and she squeezed your hands. “I wish I could…” she said and looked deep into your (e/c) eyes, full of tears same as your own. “ I promise you l’ll come back to you stronger than ever but with the same love I’ve always felt for you and that I never managed to show you.” She nodded. “Can you stay the night at least? Please…” you nodded at her words and the two of you started kissing very deeply, eventually moving to the bed as Jenna crawled on top of you and you kissed like it was the last time, which it it was. The kiss soon tasted salty with both of your tears. Lips quivering as you made love into the night for the last time.

In the morning when Jenna was soon aware of the lack of your presence because your side of the bed was cold, meaning you had already left for at least two hours, though you had left her your sweaters and your perfume, so she had something that reminded her of you. By now everyone that followed you knew what had happened. Your ex was now in jail and his career officially over. This is the reason why you decided to inform your fans with an instagram story. It was a black picture, and you wrote on it.

“Hi guys! Just popping up to say that I will be taking a period off of everything, movies, series, interviews, all of it. By now I’m sure you all know what happened and I need to recover. I have a long way ahead of me but I promise I’ll come back for you. I love you all! <3”

From then on you completely disappeared. Social medias offline, instagram, whatsapp, facebook, just everything. You didn’t tell anyone what your “road to recovery” was, because you didn’t want anyone to know that you were that desperate to go to a clinic, pay psychologists and psychiatrists all to get better from having been domestically abused. You met people with same experiences and sharing everything helped a lot, thankfully you had the best team of doctors following you, and in a year and a half you were back to smiling like you used to. You never stopped thinking about Jenna. You never stopped loving her, you wondered if it was the same for her or if she had moved on.

Of course Jenna hadn’t moved on. You promised to her you’d come back, and she’d wait for you forever. Sure the first period was hard. No one had known about your relationship so she had to smile throughout everything, but eventually she managed to live with it.

Then you went back home. You were completely another girl, well you were the girl you used to be without him. You had gained a bit more weight so you weren’t too skinny anymore, your body was perfect now. You had started putting make up on once again, you took care of yourself more. The old you was finally back. At some point you even decided to pop back out on social medias.

“Hey guys! Missed me? :)”

Was your first instagram story after a year and a half. Then you decided to make an instagram live, decided to explain everything that had happened. You were in your bedroom, hair long and wavy on your shoulder with some simple makeup on. As people joined they could tell from your eyes that you were now finally happy. “Hey guys! Wow, I didn’t expect this many people after I went M.I.A for almost two years” you giggle. People had definitely missed you. Most of the people were asking you how you were. “I’m fine now guys. It took a while but now I’m fine. This is why I’m doing this live now actually, because you deserve to know everything that happened.”

You waited for more people to join the live and then began explaining. “So, as you know I was in a very toxic relationship with this other actor that I’m not gonna name because of privacy.” You started but then you read comments asking you if you were comfortable with saying everything. “Yes guys I’m comfortable with saying everything. I worked a lot on it but here I am.” You explained everything to everyone. You did get emotional at times but you were okay. At some point even Jenna joined the live and god did you look beautiful in her eyes, you always have but now you were glowing. She had never seen you like this, though she didn’t have the guts to text you anything.

Of course your instagram live grabbed the attentions of journalists and interviewers. You had talked about Jenna helping you throughout your dark period, so you both got called on an interview to talk about it. You desperately wanted to see her, and this was your chance to meet her, talk to her and thank her. When you got the news that she had also agreed to take part of the interview you couldn’t help but be happy. It would be your first interview alone after years and you were so happy it was with Jenna.

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You arrived early as you had been asked to to the location and headed for the makeup. “Hello guys! I hope I’m not too late” you said with a smile and they quickly put makeup on you. When they were finished and left the makeup booth. You saw Jenna. “Jen?” You called for her and she turned around to face you. She looked so beautiful and so did you in her eyes. However she suddenly felt scared. Now she was the one scared that she wasn’t enough for you. You left her to ger better on your own and you came back looking amazing, she felt like she wasn’t enough to help you, and all of the sudden it hurt.

You went over to hug her but she made up an excuse before you could reach her. “I uh, I have to go to the makeup booth” she said and you stopped in your tracks, nodding as she walked away. “We’ll catch up after the interview then?” You asked, but you got no reply. Soon you were both called for the interview. “Ladies and gentlemen, (Y/N)(L/N) everybody! For the first time in screen after almost two years!” You walked through the stage, people cheering for you as you smiled at the huge crowd in front of you. You sat on the couch ready to take in that atmosphere again. “Wow. It feels so good to be back. Hi everyone!” You said with a smile as you looked around. The interviewer continued asking you how you were until it was time to call Jenna. “May I have the honor to call on stage the person that has helped me the most?” The guy nodded.

“Jenna Ortega everybody!” You said smiling as you watched your one and only love walk on stage as well. Then you started explaining everything once again until the interviewer asked you a question “and how was Jenna the one that helped you the most?” He asked, which made you turn to look at her. “Well…” you hesitated, but you took her hand in yours and gently squeezed it. She didn’t pull it back and smiled at you reassuring you. “She helped me by loving me, I should say. Ever since I met her she knew what kind of situation I was in and she was basically the only person to believe me. And then when he was arrested, she never left my side. She kept wanting to be by my side, trying to reassure me whenever I had my episodes. I was at my lowest point in life and she helped me not to go deeper than that. If it wasn’t for her, then I don’t know what would have happened to me.” You said looking at her with tears in your eyes, you looked up trying to make them go away.

Everyone applauded and gave you time to keep going, Jenna squeezed your hand. “And uhm- I don’t know how you could love someone that was so low in life, but she did, she loved me so much and I loved her back with all myself… she was so patient with me, but I felt like I didn’t deserve her and I felt like she could have someone better than me” you were crying at this point, a couple of tears had left your eyes and you were given a bottle of water and some tissues. “I left her to go to a clinic and recover. But she was the best help I had before that and Jenna,” you turned to her. “I’m so sorry if I broke your heart, but like I promised I came back for you stronger than I used to be and with the same love I’ve always felt for you”

The interviewer decided to take a break and you two both went backstage, with Jenna refusing to leave your hand. When you two were somewhere private you decided to talk to Jenna. “Jen I was serious in there… I’m so so sorry. I love you so much and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t love me anymore and-“ “shut up” she interrupted you. “W-what?” You asked looking deep in her eyes. She got on her tip toes and kissed you softly, tears leaving both of your eyes as you brought your hands on her hips and you felt her hands on your cheeks. “You look amazing…” she whispered when you two separated from the kiss.

“I’m having a deja vu”

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 9 months

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Supernova

A/N: *sigh* here we are again simping over a man I shouldn't be. Oh well.

Summary: Imprisoned in deep space, Ettore discovers an old flame still burns as bright. And hurts just as much. NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI

Warnings under the cut~ | Word Count: 5.4k~ | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Ettore Taglist

Warnings: toxic relationships, mentions of sexual related crimes, cursing, choking, Ettore being a simp, masturbation, oral (m receiving), rough sex, biting, face slapping, hair pulling, fingering, pussy slapping, mouth fuccin, swallowing

Of all the fucking people to see on this ship.

He’d have picked anyone else, to be honest. Any other rat-faced, intemperate bitch to spend the rest of his miserable young life with. To wait out his days ‘til, eventually, they’d all die. He could deal with the other female prisoners, it’s not like all of the women on the ship were that bad to look at. Just most of them. Crime had done a number on them after all those years, many of them sullen in the face, violence brimming beneath their expressions.

But he’d take them all on, every single day of his life, instead of her.

His fucking ex-girlfriend.

A brief relationship. Yes. But it frustrated him all the same.

It had been years since then at least, so the sheer bitterness of seeing her again wasn’t so fresh. She’d looked his way once in passing in the canteen, but had not lingered. Perhaps she didn’t even recognise him.

But he’d recognise her anywhere.

Ettore. Who now wouldn't be seen dead in a relationship, having done the terrible things that landed him here.

Ettore. Who had a questionable past with women.

She’d changed. Matured somewhat. Before, she was smaller, slimmer, not a woman you would usually associate with such violence. But what she lacked in stature she made up for in temper, even back then she was a loaded gun with the safety off, threatening to shoot her rage in any direction she seemed necessary.

And for whatever reason at the time, when he was younger, a bit more stupid he supposed, blinded by her striking nature, they’d gotten into a relationship, though never defined. One that was equally destructive to each of them.

He’d always been in and out of the police station. He wasn’t smart, so he didn’t easily evade capture. But she did. She always got off light, using her sex to her advantage. It was much easier when a barely twenty year old girl could easily go from violent offender to playing the victim with a simple expression change. She did it too well.

But now, clearly, she’d done something even she couldn’t escape from.

How many years had it really been? He couldn’t really even remember. They'd all blurred together.

All he cared to remember of their relationship was that it was toxic, on both parts. Never in terms of outright violence, it wasn’t like that, but they hurt each other with their words, with their actions and attitudes. Where he was cold and not willing to back down and admit his wrongdoings, she was sharp, quick-witted, but her insults hurt him the most.

But it was exciting. God it was so fucking exciting to be with her.

As wrong as it was, the only manner in which either of them knew how to get the anger to simmer down, was to fuck. It’s possibly the healthiest sexual relationship he’s had with a woman, and that’s saying something. He doesn’t dwell on that fact too much.

Whenever they had a fight, which was extremely regular, they would expel it with hate sex. It was rough, aggressive, borderline violent. And they would say as much to each other, before submitting their bodies, tangled against each other like strangling.

Now, looking at her. Her maturity astonished him. She, in principle, hadn’t changed, but there was something about her that he couldn’t shake. He couldn’t tell how he felt that she didn’t recognise him. Most of the prisoners were indifferent to each other, barely talking even in close situations, so that wasn’t out of the ordinary, but he felt the simmer of that nostalgic anger again when he saw her.

Since realising it was her, his use of the Box had increased dramatically. Using his imagination was horrendous. She was right there. He could have the real thing if he wanted. And yet he found himself, stroking his cock vigorously to the memories of their chaotic fucking. Remembering the way her breath used to feel against his skin, holding back her sounds from being too loud, the way her tits pressed against his chest, the way the flesh of her thighs felt in his palm as he raised them to rut into her deeper. Her skin. Voice. Taste. He wanted to sink his teeth into her, and lick at the blood that pooled to the surface; would she taste as sweet as she used to? For some reason, he thought she would taste better now.

Fucking his hand to the thought of her wasn’t enough, he needed to feel her pussy choke him for all he was worth. Needed to stuff himself inside her until she winced as he reached the end of her. He would pull her back by her hips, digging his fingers in as far as they would go, and watch as he disappeared inside her, each thrust punctuated by her sweet moans.

Each day that went by, her ignorance of him was growing too much. Those dark feelings he’d buried since they broke up and he went down his own path of crime were now bubbling to the surface, angry at having been suppressed for so long.

Now that he had seen her. She was everywhere.

He nearly cracked when he saw her walk the short route from the showers to her cell, her hair all wet and already dressed in her sleepwear, which left little to the imagination. It was the closest he'd come to seeing her body in years.

He wasn't shy about admitting it to himself what he thought in that moment.

Thought about grabbing her, pinning her down. He'd use restraints if he had to. Ripping those shorts off and just taking her right there, not caring if she was ready or not. Just a pure animalistic desire put entirely being fucking himself into her.

He didn't.

But the reins on his control were slipping.

He watched across the canteen as she went to put her tray back, eyes floating over her form. The red scrubs they all wore were shapeless, but his eyes were boring holes in it, wondering if she still looked the same, if her tits would still fill his palm as effortlessly as they used to.

Another male prisoner was talking to her, in a clear, over-zealous manner, with a stupid grin on his face. He was talking excitedly, shooting his shot. And Ettore stared darkly, eyes flitting between them and gauging her reaction.

Something akin to excitement and pride bolted through him when she turned away, rolling her eyes.

God she still does that. Fucking brat.

He watched as she walked away, his eyes fixed on the sway of her hips, the slope of her neck. There’s a heat burning in his belly, one he recognises as desire. He feels his cock impossibly hard at the prospect of having her again.

It’s beyond dark in the hallways by the time he’s finished in the Box. He fans his shirt against his chest as he leaves, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the corridor, barely even seeing someone is waiting for him to be done, leaning against the wall.

His whole body goes warm when his eyes land on her, waiting there with ankles crossed, tapping her foot against the linoleum floor. But when the door opened, she looked up at him, having to bite her cheek to suppress her grin.

The little bitch had known it was him the entire time.

And had chosen to ignore him.

He stood, as amused as she was, and she didn’t move an inch as he stalked towards her, except when she brushed her hair out her face to look at him better. Their eyes bore into each other as he leaned his arm next to her, against the wall, right next to her head. Though she was a head shorter than him, she looked at him as if she held all the cards.

“Ettore” she greeted, her tone rising at the end.

Fuck. Her voice.

He tried hard not to grin. He thought she was being a little temptress and knew entirely what she was doing, pressing all his buttons she knew existed. Poking and prodding at the darkness that lingered under his skin, threatening to burst free in goosebumps.

She raised an eyebrow when he didn’t respond, “I'd say it's nice to see you but…”

“Hm” he responded low in his chest. She was so close. He could just reach out and touch her, she was real. “Considering how things ended”

It was her turn to hum, something dark behind her eyes, “We were younger. Stupid. Especially you” she teased, “We just weren’t right for each other”

Fuck. You. Ettore thought.

“Maybe you’re right…” he hummed, “...we were a bad combination. But you have to admit…we had something. Didn't we"

She smirked, seeing an open window, “Is that what you think about? When you’re in there” she cocked her head towards the Box, “Do you think about me?”

You know I fucking do.

Ettore’s smile faded, replaced by an expression of silent rage. She stood there watching him vibrate with need, practically able to feel the thumping of his heart, able to hear how his blood sloshed around inside him, humming with a deep, dark desire.

“Do you still think about our fights?” she asked, her voice provoking, “how they always ended?” she was speaking in a whisper now, and Ettore’s hand formed a fist, his body yearning to touch her. And how she just stood there, knowing entirely what she was doing to him, with that bratty fucking smirk on her face. He wanted to wipe it off, show her who he was now.

“Savour that memory. Because it’s not happening again” she smiled, slipping from the wall towards the Box.

He saw red, and grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her back with force. Don't you know what I've done, stupid bitch. Her amused expression never falters.

"Nobody says no to me"

“Now, now, play nice” she taunts, “If you do, I will too”

“Who said I want you nice” he asked with a hard expression, “I’m not looking for nice”

Her damned smile is driving him crazy. And he’s surprised, when he shouldn’t be, when he grabs her face but she doesn’t move an inch. His fingers press against her jaw tightly, surely hurting her. Her eyes look over his face, beguiling him, perhaps taking in how much about him had changed.

“I always did bring out the worst in you, didn’t I”

Ettore grinned darkly, “You know how I like it”

Their faces are so close, they can feel one another’s hot breaths, lips yearning to collide like two stars, to only self-destruct into supernova. From here, he can see how his fingers are making red indents in her skin, the way her chest moves from her breathing and how her pupils dilate at the forceful nature of their attraction. He wonders if underneath this hard, bratty exterior, if she is soaking wet for him, pathetic little bitch.

“Christ, you still drive me fucking crazy”

She grins at that, as if she’s won. He hates that self-righteous look on her face. And being so close to him, practically touching, she can feel his manhood throbbing through the thin material of his scrubs, desperately seeking fulfilment.

“What do you say we find somewhere, recreate some of those old memories”

She hums, pulling her face forcibly from him, “Dream on” she shrugs, “Use your imagination”

Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be.

He would be offended, angry even. If he didn’t know her. And knew that this was her nature.

She makes a point of standing in the doorway of the Box, forearms leaning against the frame. Provoking him.

He gives her a cold, hard look, “What if I don’t want to? What if I want the real thing?”

“There’s plenty of women here. Maybe you could pretend it’s me” she winks, making his heart freeze in his chest for a moment, “Goodnight, Ettore”

Fucking tease.

The Box door shuts and he has to ground himself, digging his nails into his palm, thinking about what she’s doing to herself behind that door. What pretty sounds she would make, when his cock forced its way into her again.

When he laid in bed, trying to ignore the stark blue light of the ship and the incessant hum. That wasn't keeping him awake.

What would she do, if he just walked into her cell, began to touch her sleeping form, running his hand over her soft skin. Was she a deep sleeper still, as she used to be? Would his hand on her flesh wake her up?

He imagined kissing and biting her neck, marking her as his own, as she was always meant to be. And if she did wake up soon enough, she'd find him pulling off her underwear, teasing his hot and angry tip against her slit.

It'd be easy to take it by force. He could. If he wanted to.

She was different to the other women, the ones he'd had after her. The ones who met their end.

They were all stupid, wanting a love from him that they could never get in a million years. Wanted more than he could offer. Something they paid for with their lives.

She never expected his love. She saw the darkness in his eyes and wanted to see more of it, to see what abyss it led to in his soul. She had seen that side of him and nurtured it, fed it. Let him take his anger out on her body, and revelled in it, with that look she always gave him, when she knew he wanted it.

She'd given that look today, seeing that darkness lingering in him. Perhaps she wondered if she could fan those flames and see how brightly he'd burn, no matter the cost to them both.

He thought about back then. How he used to start fights, just so he got to fuck her the way they both liked.

It made him hard thinking about it.

He wanted her to want it. Something he'd never admit. Deep down, perhaps he'd known she wanted it too.

It was that odd familiar feeling. Like a spark is igniting his insides when he sees her actively talking to the other guys on the ship. Namely Monte. Tall and broad. Prick.

There is jealousy, sure. But also that raw unbridled lust that used to drive him. Drive them. Maybe she hasn't changed as much as he thought.

He wonders. Could he still make her burn like she used to? Could he still feel the heat himself, and let himself be marred by it?

He'd been so cold for so long.

He wanted to feel alive again.

It frustrated him to no end, now that she knew how much he wanted her again, how much her attitude had flipped. Entertaining the flirting of other guys. She’d taken to wearing tank tops, deliberately not wearing anything underneath, and wearing her scrub bottoms low on her waist, sometimes so low he swore he could see the dimples at the base of her spine, where he used to rest his thumbs to tug her body to his.

Any guy that flirts, or so much as passes a glance in her direction, however overzealous, she welcomes with a wicked grin and flirts back, just to irk him. Whenever her eyes met his, they glinted with pride at getting the reaction she’d wanted.

He felt almost feverish, every nerve and vein in his body felt piping hot. Blood rushed to his cock with astonishing speed whenever she so much as breathed in the same room as him. And the flirting? His fists were tight, white-knuckled, seeing that smug look on her face.

They don’t understand you like I do. Nobody will know your body like I do.

She turns away from Monte, who has a stupid fucking smile again, as if he ever has a chance. And her eyes meet Ettore’s over her shoulder.

Their eyes lock. As if she is saying what are you going to do about it.

A challenge.

Break. Come to me. Show me how much you want me.

He couldn’t wait. Tonight she’d scream.

Staying awake at night, he knew all her movements. She always gets up in the middle of the night, with such quiet, delicate footsteps and goes to refill her water bottle.

It was the only window of opportunity he found, to be alone with her.

Careful not to wake his cellmates, he crosses the threshold out to the corridor, the blue light straining his eyes. But just barely enough to see her disappear around the corner. He felt the chill of the air conditioning on his bare chest, skin prickling up, but it was overcome with the heat that ran through his blood. He was sure that his own cells inside him were vibrating, aching to collide with hers.

He grinned, darkly with all his teeth, when he saw the back of her. If she had heard him approach she didn’t show it. And he thought she was perfect for being taken right then, just how she was. In her sleepwear, a top that hung too big on her, with a pair of shorts on her bottom half, her hair tied in a loose bun, messy from writhing around in bed.

When he heard the water stop, he pushed forward, grabbing her bun and shoved her so hard into the wall he was sure she hit her face against it. It’s pitiful how he groaned low in his chest, the way his erection pressed against her soft ass, how flush his chest was to her back, standing tall over her as if he might kill her.

She gasped and winced slightly at the tight hold he had on her hair, her water bottle forgotten and water spilled to the floor. She hummed a laugh as he twisted her arm behind her back,

“This is pathetic, even for you”

“Shut the fuck up” he whispered, breath hot against the shell of her ear. A pleasant shiver ran through her, “can’t stand you prancing around, acting like a fucking slut with them”

He forgot how strong she was, for someone her size, as she yanks her hands away from him, elbowing him in the chest, making him grunt, annoyed.

“Fucking-” he grabs her again, shoving her back hard against the wall, curling his hand around her slender neck and squeezing slightly, pulling her up to look at him. He can tell just how hard she is trying not to smile, and it only makes his simmering anger build.

He can feel how tight his chest gets when he looks at her, feeling primal at the way his lungs inflate and deflate, “You know you want it, like you did back then” he growls.

She scoffs, “Back then?” she says with a bemused raise of her eyebrows, “...that was then”

“And it can be now too”

It’s like those nights back then, when he’d just become consumed in the smell of sex, just to satiate his hunger for her.

“I don’t think so” she smirks, choking in some air when his thumb presses slightly into her windpipe, choking tighter. He can feel her tits press against his chest as she breathes, the colour coming to her cheeks the harder he pushes on her neck.

“You think anyone could fuck you like I do?”

“I think Monte could” she grins.

He scoffs, pressing himself into her impossibly harder, allowing her to feel his hardness grazing against her clothed cunt.

“You want me to fight for you, don’t you, you little bitch”

Her own hands join his at her neck, fingers trying to dig under his. He can feel her heartbeat through her veins and he allows himself to wonder what she’d feel like inside. He’s never felt more torn, more in control but not at the same time.

“I’ve changed a lot since you last saw me. Done horrible things” she says,

“I don’t give a fuck about that”

I just want to remember how good I made you feel. How good you made me feel. To give you what you want.

She smiles softly, “It was always like this, wasn't it…us hurting each other” her eyes seem to study his face, and though almost imperceptible, his grip loosens somewhat, “I think it turns you on” she whispers, “does it excite you?”

The air seems thin in his chest at what she said. They were both awful people, there was no doubt about it. But that was what drew him in, and what continued to make him come back to her.

That she never judged him for those things, because she was just as bad.

“I think you want to hurt me” she smirks, “you’re pathetic”

Something clicks inside, Ettore crashes his lips against her, knocking his teeth against hers and kissing her belligerently, and though it’s rough and chaotic, she sighs contently into his mouth. It’s a mess of tongues and teeth, the way they kiss reflective of what is going on inside them. And the more he feels her hot breath and lips against his, the more his blood sings with desire, all flooding below his waist, pressing his erection against her stomach.

He pressed his thigh between hers, nudging them apart, one hand dipping beneath the hem of her shirt to feel her hot skin, trailing up and taking her shirt with it when he palms at her breast. He swallows her quiet moan as he kneads the flesh beneath his hand, his lips trailing from hers and dragging his nose across her cheek, taking this moment to breathe in her individual scent. He mouths at her neck, biting softly at first, but becoming more rough as he feels her jolt when his teeth sink into her skin, his tongue running across the bruised skin, groaning when he tastes the slightest bit of coppery blood.

“Stop that” she all but breathes, shoving her shoulder against him in reprimand.

He squeezes her breast hard at that, pushing her so much against the wall as if he is trying to mould her to it.

“You’re mine”

She even has the gall to laugh at him for saying that, despite the position they’re in.

With fire in his veins, pressing his bare chest against her, he bunches her tank top in his fists and tugs, the fabric surrendering beneath the harshness of his fingers, revealing her tits to him finally. His hips rut into hers, pushing her up the wall, one hand clutching her ass in his hand to keep her there as he mouths her other breast, running his tongue over the rosy bud.

Her head tilts back, landing on the wall with a thud as his wet muscle pleasures one nipple, nipping every now and then on the sensitive skin, and the other being moulded in his calloused palms. It feels better than before. Though even now, they’re considered young, they’d seen the glimmer of themselves before all this. And now, hurtling through space, he’s found her again, and this time there’s no letting her go.

Soft moans slip from her mouth, running her fingers through his hair and tugging hard, it makes him moan out as well, the vibration coursing through him into her chest.

His hand slips from her breast, trailing down her front, over her stomach to the hem of her underwear, not even wasting time and dipping beneath. Long, thick fingers glide over her slick mound, down to her entrance, where he shoves them inside her as far as they will go. He feels her body go rigid for a moment, a shocked gasp falling from her mouth, before they turn swiftly into whimpers and moans as he fucks her with his fingers.

She’s so wet, it’s easy. And he feels just how tight she is, every single ridge, just the feeling of her hot insides makes him want to bury himself inside of her as much as he can, as often as he deems fit. After a few moments, he finds that rough spot inside, using his fingers to rub hard against it. Her back arches against the wall, pressing her tits against his chest, the hardened buds rubbing almost painfully sensitive against his skin, her hands squeeze his shoulders and he groans at the sensation of her nails digging in.

“Say you want it” he whispers low against her ear.

He knows she does. He feels how wet she is for him, her sounds.

Her eyes crack open, her lips part in pleasured pants, curling up into a hedonistic smile, “No”

His mouth forms a frown. But she knows better.

He pulls his fingers out of her, giving a hard wet slap to her that makes her jolt and her clit throb, then going to tug her underwear down her legs. She kicks at him, writhing in his hold, her small fists trying to push him back.

“I said no”

“Yeah, yeah” Her face whips to one side and she whimpers as her cheek blooms with pain from his palm, “shut the fuck up”

Despite the hot pain on her face, she feels her insides flutter, clenching around nothing as she looks back at him, to see the hard expression he gives as she shoves his shorts past his hips. Her eyes land on his cock, all hard with the angry red tip weeping precum desperately.

“There he is” she smirks.

He props her up against the wall and shoves himself harshly inside her, barely giving her time to adjust to his size and length, until he hits her spongey end. Her chest erupts in a pink flushed colour, air expelled from her lungs.

He trembles slightly as he bottoms out inside her, completely filling her with himself and feeling her walls quiver uncontrollably around him. Squeezing the flesh of her thighs, he thrusts mercilessly into her, seeking the ultimate fulfilment he feels only her body can offer.

Ettore makes few sounds other than his hurried breaths and grunts into her ear, pushing himself so close to her that the only movement is his hips slapping against her thighs and the wet smack of their moist skin meeting each other. He grabs her face, digging into the skin where he’d hit her and keeps her quiet with his lips on hers, moving his tongue against hers. She hears his low sounds in his throat, deep and primal.

They fuck like they’re fighting, as they always had done. Fingers leaving red welts where he’d gripped her too hard, the mark on her cheek reddening, even the lewd sound of her pussy accepting him, it was all angry and aggressive.

She tightens her grip on the hair at his nape, chasing that pressure that was starting to build in her gut. She can feel him grin against her neck, he must be able to feel it too, the way her cunt trembles around him, the way her eyebrows furrow together and her lips caught between her teeth.

“You gonna cum for me?”

“Fuck you” she breathes, her voice strained by desire.

She never wanted to admit the things he did to her, sexual or not, made her feel excited and dangerous all at the same time. He huffs air as he laughs against her, feeling a sheen of sweat begin to cover his back as the effort of fucking her.

“You asked for it” his thumb pushes past her teeth, collecting her saliva on his thumb before dragging it down her body between them, rubbing in fast, furious circles on her overly-sensitive bud. It makes her strain her neck as she throws her head back, a barely-contained moan escaping.

“Just give up”

There’s little resolve left in her, the way his thick cock bullies that spot inside, pushing against her walls at the top in this position. The sheer lewdness of the situation had her nearly forget where they were, just fucking in a random hallway, and it sends a bolt of excitement down her spine at the thought of getting caught.

He watches how he disappears inside her, a ring of her arousal white at the base of him, how wet she sounds with each slap of skin. Hastening the circles on her clit, she grips him at his nape tight as he buries his face against her shoulder, her entire being shuddering as her orgasm blazes a burning trail through every limb, every cell, igniting her in a way only he ever could.

“Fuck-”

It’s the only sound he’s capable of making as an all-body shudder rolls through him. The way she clenches around him, holding him tightly.

He quickly pulls out of her, briefly feeling disappointed at the loss of her tightness, fisting his cock to completion. That is until she falls to her knees in front of him, looking up at him through her eyelashes, watching the way his chest heaves from this angle.

Cock slick with her arousal, watching the way he fists it quickly, she feels that familiar tug of arousal below her belly button.

His fingers thread through her hair, tugging at the crown to pull her face towards him. Holding himself at the base, he drags the tip over her lips, leaving a glistening path of both his and her arousal behind that she quickly collects with her tongue. Her lips chase his length before enveloping the tip in her mouth, running her tongue over the already sensitive slit.

A long, exasperated sound between a breath and a moan rushes out of him, having to lay his hand flat against the wall as she begins to bob her head on him, accepting his cock into her mouth with a renewed vigour, watching how he reacts.

Gripping her hair tight, she hums around him, sending a pleasant roll of warmth up his spine, and he tugs her head towards him, using her face for leverage to fuck himself into her mouth. He feels himself hit the back of her throat, and how her mouth contracts as she gags softly, trying to relax her jaw.

She closes her eyes as he sets his pace, hands resting on his thighs only slightly as she feels his hips press against her face. His cock bullies the back of her throat with a lewd wet sound, and it’s so intense, that she can feel her eyes watering, her slick gathering between her thighs once again and the throb of her previous orgasm still rolling through.

He’s so close and she can feel it, and when she looks up at him, his head is thrown back, chest rising and falling steadily, eyes scrunched shut as his own pressure builds. She would’ve smirked at it, if he wasn’t buried to the hilt in her mouth. He looked the most handsome light this, pink in the face with his muscles of his stomach flexing, trying to hold back.

As soon as her hands cup his balls, hurtling him towards his own orgasm, his jaw slackens and his grip hardens in her hair in such a satisfyingly painful way.

“Shit-” he pulls himself from her mouth, shoving her head back to the wall and she takes a much needed breath in, “Open”

He fists his cock to her open mouth, his blue, wild eyes boring into hers, chest tightening as he comes undone and releases thick ropes of cum onto her waiting tongue. She blinks up at him, both of them smelling of sex and arousal, her breasts heaving with her breathing. In the stark, low light of the corridor, his face looks so sharp, as if it were made of stone, with a glow that almost looked inhuman.

She dives on him again, sucking off the remainder of his cum and pressing her tongue to the underside, tracing the throbbing vein there. The over-stimulation has Ettore shiver slightly, releasing his hold on her for a moment as she pulls off him with a wet pop. He watches with a lewd curiosity as her throat contracts, a sigh from her lips showing how she had swallowed all of him. Her eyes glisten in a kind of gloating pride right up at him, a mischievous glint behind it all as she smiles in satisfaction.

He pulls her up with a hard grip on her arm, letting his eyes fall all over her body.

“Miss me?” she whispers against his lips.

“Shut up” he responds with a grin, crashing his lips to hers. Binding himself to her irreparably.

And even though it damages them both, it just hurts too good to even think about stopping.

dividers by @saradika

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yikesharringrove · 1 year

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He doesn’t know why, but he’s laying down.

It’s the first thing he realizes. A stupid thing to notice, but just one minute ago, he was standing behind the counter at Family Video, and now he’s laying down.

His eyes are heavy, and it feels like it takes a huge amount of effort just to open them.

He’s in a fucking hospital.

He knows from the stupid white color of the stupid drop ceiling tiles. From the stupid annoying beeping of the stupid heart monitor. From the stupid scratchy gown he’s wearing instead of his sweater.

He heard a muttered curse next to him, and slowly lolled his head over to look.

Hopper was sitting next to his bed, his hat balanced on his knee, looking grumpily at the crossword printed on the back of The Hawkins Post. Steve wanted to laugh at the image, the chief of police swearing as he scribbled out something.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know that? Nobody knows what the fuck that is.”

“Blame Nancy,” Steve croaked. His head throbbed and he closed his eyes again. “She convinced them to add that. Said sales would go up.”

There was a rustling of paper.

“Smart girl,” Hopper said. He paused for a moment, and Steve felt like he needed someone to come and crowbar his eyes open or they would stay closed forever.

“You collapsed. Scared the shit out of your girlfriend, and everyone else at the video store.”

“Not my girlfriend,” Steve mumbled.

So that makes sense, why he was at work one second, and in a lousy bed at Hawkins General the next.

“You didn’t hit your head. Hargrove caught you before you went all the way down.”

Jesus, Billy’s reflexes really are something else. Steve’s gonna need to thank him for that. The last fucking thing he needs is another concussion. Maybe, to show his gratitude, he’ll suck Billy’s-

“I’m here because we need to talk about what the doctors found in your system.”

Steve’s mind went blank, and his eyes flew open.

Hopper was looking at him, his face an unfamiliar mix of sad, and angry, and fucking, disappointed.

Steve felt like he could vomit.

“They ran your blood. Routine E.R. shit, I’m told. But they found some, some substances that shouldn’t be there.”

Steve swallowed down the lump in his throat.

He knew the guilt was written all over his face.

“How long?”

“Since the summer.” He couldn’t look at Hop in the face. Not while he admitted this shit.

He was fucking stupid to think he wouldn’t be caught.

It’s a miracle Robin hasn’t walked in on him doing bumps in the bathroom at work, or Billy hasn’t found his stash tucked between the mattress and the box spring.

Hopper sighed.

“I know we all went through a lot last summer. With your friend getting trapped in the Upside Down, and you getting captured-”

“Tortured. I got tortured.”

Hopper sighed again.

“Getting coked up isn’t going to help anything.”

“What is this? Fucking Family Ties?”

He felt Hopper’s glare more than he actually saw it.

“It’s stupid-”

“You just don’t get it! Okay?” He really didn’t mean to yell, his head just fucking hurts and he’s so fucking stupid.

“Oh yeah,” Hopper snarked. “I fucking forgot. You’re the only person in the goddamn world that’s ever dealt with fucking drug addiction. So sorry.”

“I’m not addicted!” Lie.

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

Steve glared at Hopper.

“So, what? You’re here to arrest me?”

“No. I’m here to talk some fucking sense into you.” He shifted in his chair, the newspaper slid off his lap and fell on the floor. “You’re around those kids all the time. You fucking drive them around. You have been endangering their lives for months. And why? Because you can’t handle the trauma? We all have trauma. You think your friend Hargrove is totally fine after being stuck in that place? After realizing some fucked up doppelgänger was killing people? You think your girlfriend is totally fine after being tortured by the Russians too?”

“I don’t do it when I have to drive the kids, Hop I swear.” That, was the truth. “Okay, the other stuff, I get your point, but I need you to know, I wouldn’t hurt the kids like that, I-” the heart monitor was speeding up, getting louder in Steve’s panic. “You have to believe me, I’ve never driven them high.”

“Okay, okay. I believe you.” Hopper sighed again. “Just, why?”

Steve gulped.

“The Russians, they drugged us. They said it would make us tell them the truth. And I don’t know what it was, but fuck. It felt good. I couldn’t feel the pain, and I wasn’t scared, and I just. I didn’t know how to stop being scared.”

It was embarrassing.

Admitting that he’s been scared shitless ever since that first demogorgon dropped through the Byers’ ceiling.

Admitting he’s been doing lines of coke to keep himself from spiraling into inconsolable panic.

“I did some at a party, and it was the closest I felt to that feeling.”

Not technically true. He and Billy did some together last August, and it was like the fearlessness washed over Steve in warm waves.

But he can’t throw Billy under the bus like that.

And if Billy ever found out, that one night of drug experimentation between lovers turned into a full-on addiction, he’d never forgive himself.

There was a pause.

“Have you been snorting or shooting?”

“Snorting.”

“Okay,” Hopper stood up, stretching his arms above his head and placing his hat back on. “I’m going to tell your friends what’s going on. Not the kids, just Hargrove and Buckley. Joyce, too. Then, when you get out of here, you and I are going to clean out any stashes you’ve got. And we’re all going to be watching you like a fucking hawk.”

“Wait,” Steve croaked, his heart rate jumping up again, the beeping speeding up. “Don’t tell Billy.” Hopper shot Steve a look that said really? “Let me tell him. He needs to hear it from me.”

Hopper paused, on hand on the doorknob.

“Did he get you hooked? Is he on it too?”

“No! Nothing like that. Please? He’ll be upset unless I tell him.”

Hopper gave him a look that was a little too searching to be comfortable.

“Okay. Okay, kid. I’ll send him in. But he’ll know what’s going on one way or another. Don’t make me tell him that you’ve lied. Don’t think he’d appreciate it.”

He left the room without another word, leaving Steve to stew in his shame.

He’s such an idiot.

Why did he ever think he could get away with this and not one person would notice?

Even if they didn’t know he was regularly doing cocaine, Billy and Robin already knew something was up. They kept asking him if he was okay, coming over for impromptu sleepover parties. It was nice, he loves them both, but it was only a matter of time before the penny dropped.

It’s just embarrassing. That a routine blood test exposed the amount of uppers in his system. Exposed how little he’s dealing.

He rolled over, waiting for Billy to come into the room and blame himself for Steve’s stupidity. He didn’t want that.

Billy didn’t have a drug problem. He thought it’d be fun for them to get a little high and do stuff together. And it was! It was so fun, and they’d talked about doing it again.

Steve can kiss that idea goodbye.

He wouldn’t be surprised if Billy started following him into the bathroom to make sure he wasn’t doing anything he shouldn’t be.

It’s sweet, that his boyfriend cares so much about him that he would, hypothetically at least, do that.

But Billy’s got enough on his plate, and if Steve knows anything about him, it’s that he blames himself for shit just as much as Steve does.

He focused on the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Still elevated, his nerves for the coming conversation getting the best of him.

His head was pounding in a way that said it was time for his next fix.

He squeezed his eyes closed, willing away the need thrumming under his skin.

“So, you finally gonna tell me why you’ve been actin’ all squirrelly lately?”

#tw drug abuse #tw drug addiction #tw substance abuse #ask to tag #steve harrington #Jim hopper #harringrove #it’s mentioned a bunch #yikes writes #I don’t like this but *shrugs*#zest of lemon #again #mentioned in a few places #billy Hargrove

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gh0stlyfixation · 1 year

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Prince Consort

I got an ask from a anon and I lost it so here’s what I can remember of the request 😅: Simon is married to a future queen and he has to bend the knee to her kinda like in The Crown except he’s thrilled to pledge his loyalty to her. One night before the coronation the reader and him practice his knee bending making them both feel more comfortable and confident with there future changing

Warnings: none really, based off The Crown, grammar issues I bet.

Simon Riley x fem!reader

It was sudden and unexpected, your father had died. The King of your country. You run to his room, ready to shake him awake, but Simon is quick to pull you back. He knows they are preparing his body, you shouldn’t see that. Simon, you sweet, stubborn husband. The day you met him was a blessing in your life.

“Simon this is Princess Y/N,” Simon lightly curtesy’s you, and you offer him a smile. He was handsome. You knew of this soldier, Ghost wore a skull mask in battle. He was skilled no doubt, which hints at the reason he is here in front of the King and his daughter, the princess.

“Simon, your accomplishments are notable and honorable which is why we’ve invited you here tonight. We wanted to give your metal in-person, honor your sacrifices.” You say with a smile holding out a medal.

He was injured in combat, saving the lives of hundreds all by himself, and he was medically and honorably discharged. Simon didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. The military was all he did, so when the police told him the princess wants to meet him and thank him, he felt as if he did have a purpose still.

A purpose is to serve the people in some way shape or form. “Thank you, princess.” He says. He was smitten with you, he’s only ever seen you on the news or social media on the little time he did go on it. You were as beautiful as he’s seen, stunning. He knew he’d never get a chance with you, with your high status and him being a common person, but times have changed. It’s no longer the 1800s.

You took Simon on the tour of the castle, explaining its history and telling funny stories of you growing up, Simon realizes you are just as normal as he was. You’ve wanted nothing more than a true genuine connection and you had that with Simon.

You’ve kept in touch over the months, having late-night calls. Eventually, Simon asked you on a date in the safety of your gardens, then asked if you’d be his girlfriend then he asked your father for your hand in marriage, “a man like you would be perfect for our future. I give you my blessing.” The king always treated Simon with such kindness, as if he was his son, something Simon never got with his father.

But now, your world is falling apart. The simple life you and Simon led now in your country side cottage comes apart as you are officially the Queen. The talks have started about what Simons title would be, he’s been upgraded to a prince when he married you, but he couldn’t be a King because he didn’t have royal blood.

None of that matter to Simon, he didn’t care if he received the title of a prince, he only cared about you and being with you. He fell in love with you and only you, not your title, you. You were his world. After being discharged he had nothing and you gave him everything.

So now Simon sits as the practice of your coronation watching as you practice your line with the priest, “you’ll have to bend the knee to her and pledge your loyalty.” Her assistant speaks to Simon.

“Anything for her,” he says. Your assistant sees the love he holds for you and it’s something she’s never seen herself.

It’s the night before the coronation and you stare at the crown you are soon to wear. Your father, your grandmother, and many others of your relatives wore this exact crown. You huff and cross your arms, “what’s with the long look?” Simon ask leaning on the door frame shooing away a guard.

“What if this thing falls off my head?” You ask him.

Your eyes are drooping from how tired you are and he smiles, “you won’t. You are fit to be a queen.” He tells you walking up to you and wrapping his arms securely around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulders looking up at the crown with you. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be here today, retired from the military, with a royal title, and with the prettiest girl of them all. “Why don’t you try it on?” He asks you. “Practice,” he says.

“I’ve already practiced today. You were there.” You quipped back.

He chuckles, “that is true, but I haven’t been able to practice. They seem to think I’ll do fine.” Simon says.

You bend your neck enough to look up at him when he removes his chin from your shoulder, “are you nervous Simon?” You ask him.

“Nervous I’ll mess up my lines, nervous to be on tv? No, I’m perfectly fine.” He forces a smile. You giggle and look over at the throne. Carefully you grab the crown and walk towards the throne and settle into it.

You place the heavy crown on your head, “let’s practice then.” You smirk. Simon rolls his eyes but he take a minute to look how perfect you are in your chair. He walks up to you and kneels.

He grips your knee with one hand and looks up at you, “I, Simon, do become your liege man of life and limb and of earthly worship and faith and truth I will bear unto you, to live and die, against all man of folks so help me god.” (Line from The Crown, all credits to that)

The room feels stuffy as you and Simon look at one another, it’s dawned on you how important tomorrow will be. How millions will watch you be crowned queen and watch the man you love swear his loyalty to you. Simon stands, his frame towering over you as his hand touches the top of your crown he kissed your cheek and backs away while still watching you and slightly bowing down to you.

Now here you are walking down the aisle of the old church that many of your great grands walked through, your left hand holding Simon's right hand delicately as you look over at him giving him a smile to rid of his nervousness. He looks up at your emerald green crown gifted by your grandmother then back down at you giving your hand a tight squeeze and mouthing, I love you, before departing so you sit on the old wooden chair and be crowned Queen.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley imagine #mw2ghost #mw2 x reader #mw2 fanfic #ghost mw2

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dangan-yandere-blog · 1 year

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Hey! Could I request Yandere Kokichi with a naughty fem S/O who's like to run away from him just to mess with him and when she's captured again she's like "oh, I got captured again. What a shame \_(^_^)_/"? And aftet this, she run away again leaving a note written "Try to catch me this time, babyboy ;)"

Hello anon! I apologize for how long this took to write— but nonetheless I hope you enjoy it! I did have some fun with this one. Thank you for requesting!

-Mod Mikan

yandere kokichi with an s/o who likes to run away!

•You’re lucky you’re just doing all of this to be playful, and even a bit naughty

•Because if you were serious about trying to escape, Kokichi would make sure that there was absolutely no way for you to ever leave him again

•And that will be that! You’re his, and his alone

•But... he’s all for fun and games

•So when he saw, “See if you can catch me again, babyboy! <3” scribbled onto a napkin on the kitchen table, he was more than intrigued

•Of course, he was quite quick to search for you, hunting you down and soon finding you at a nearby store

•That confirmed that you weren’t really trying to escape— if that was the case, you would have gone to a family member’s house, called a close friend, or even to a police station— anywhere but a store that he frequented

•So, he let you off without much punishment, grinning ear to ear at the way you playfully giggled, allowing him to take your hand and lead you back home

•It was when it happened a second time that he decided to take further measures

•You two were closer, now. You were close enough that he allowed you to walk free around the house— and even sleep in the same bed as him!

•Though, one morning, when you weren’t there beside him when he awoke...

•It was safe to say he got a bit worried

•It didn’t matter that you liked to run away from him, it didn’t matter that you seemed to love him

•You could be hurt, you could have gotten tired of him, there were so many possible reasons that you weren’t there!

•So he sent D.I.C.E members looking for you

•He messaged and called your family and friends, appearing casual despite the fact that he was horribly concerned

•When he found out that you were hanging out with your friends at a party, there was nothing but frustration that filled him (and maybe a twinge of longing— after not seeing you all day)

•He made his way to the building in which the party was arranged at, scanning through the crowds of people before finally spotting you

•And while he was not surprised what you were doing, he wouldn’t lie that it made him upset to no end

•There you were, leaned close to another person, a cheeky grin on your face as you twirled your hair between your fingers

•Now, if Kokichi was reasoning well and if he was a polite, well-mannered citizen, he may have waited until you two were finished talking before he pulled you aside

•But he was angry, he was upset, he was frustrated and he was maybe even a little hurt. He knew you liked to run away, he knew you liked it when he chased you down, but you were flirting with another person aside from him, and he wasn’t going to let you off of the hook with that

•He walked right up to you, wrapped an arm around you, gave a forced, “That’s my girlfriend,” to the person you were flirting with before gripping your shirt sleeve tightly, leading you out of the building

•He brought you to the car, and he drove you all the way home without saying a word

•It wasn’t until you two had gotten home and the door was locked shut that he turned to you

•“So, S/o...” He narrowed his eyes, “Would you like to explain why you were flirting with someone else at a party I was never aware you would be at?”

•You did nothing but grin, leaning closer to his face as if this was all a game to you

•“I’m glad you managed to find me,” You hummed, “I missed you.”

•Did you really? For the first time in his life, he couldn’t tell if you were lying or not

•But you were quick to wrap your arms around him, resting your head against his chest with a smile

•You were a mystery to him

•But you kept things interesting

•As he wrapped his own arm around you, he sighed

•Perhaps that was why he loved you to no end

•You’ll definitely be getting punished later, though!

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— Breaking his promise

— characters include; heizou, mentions of kujou sara

— genre; angst, teyvat not modern au

➜﹒tags: mentions of breakups, sad angsts, heizou is a dick

⸝⸝ᨒ "a/n"✫ wrote this less than an hour lol, pls give me some reqs, im kinda bored

Summary: Heizou didn’t mean to, he didn’t mean to hurt you or make you upset in anyway. He knew you had a crush on him since the both of you was little and was planning to marry you but…why must this happen.

You’ve been dating heizou for a long time now and he’s been a great boyfriend to you. Yeah he may flirt a little bit with his female colleagues but you tend to ignore it since he didn’t REALLY mean it. After finishing the chores in the afternoon you were planning on waiting for him to come home. Time has passed and dinner was almost ready but he wasn’t home yet. You were scared and nervous that he might of gotten hurt so you went to check at his usual workplace.

While walking in town, a friend of yours ran towards you. “HEYYY” she tackles you “how have you’ve been these days? I haven’t seen you in months” “I’ve been okay, im just walking to my boyfriend’s workplace to see why he isnt home yet” “your boyfriend? you mean you guys are still dating?” she looks at you with a confused face “yea? about 5 years now, im planning on marrying him too” you said happily while walking down the town. “oh…well..goodluck with that hehe…” she giggled as she walked away from you back to her store. You looked at her confused but forgot about it. You’ve arrived at heizou’s workplace. The police station. You walk in and see kujou sara on the way and asks her “hey sara, is heizou still here?” she looks at you with wide eyes “oh….um..” you were confused, why is that everytime you talk about your boyfriend people would stare with worried like eyes or act weird. “yes..he’s still here in his office. It’s down that hallway” she points at his door. “thank you sara, I appreciate it” she stared at you while you walk down the hallway and left. Concerned for you and that you won’t be too upset about what you are about to see. As you walk down the hallway, you could hear his voice and..another voice? A female one. It could be one of his colleagues, though it sounds like they were flirting. You did told heizou that he should stop flirting with others for a while because at some points it gets too while to where he looks like he wants to get with someone else. You walk closer to the door, tip toeing and putting your ear on the door. You hear giggling so you thought they might just be talking about something nice. Until you heard something you didn’t like.

You hear wet noises coming from the door. You were guessing they were sipping some tea until you heard something coming from his mouth. “mmmh…I love you sweetheart, you’ll ever be my best loving girlfriend. Oh I can’t wait to marry you” was he drunk? could he possibly think that the woman he’s with is you? or is he really doing what you think it is. The wet kissing noises continue and you wanted to rot. Moans and laughter are coming pass the door and you decided to slam the door open. Heizou and the woman stared at you in shock as you glare at heizou. He immediately let go of the girl and got up until you slapped him. He falls to the grown and you ran away outside of the station.

There’s no way he actually did that, right? RIGHT?! you thought as you ran home. Lock all the doors and went and pack up your stuff. He promised from when you both started dating that he would always stay with you and would forever be with you. You guess he doesn’t even care anymore because that promise is going towards another woman that you don’t even know. Just how long were they together? While packing your stuff, you hear loud banging coming from the front door. You probably thought it was heizou so ignored it. The door bust opened and he went looking for you in every room screaming you name. “Y/N! PLEASE COME OUT. I CAN EXPLAIN” explain? explain my ass I don’t wanna hear your excuses he busted your bedroom door open to see you packing your stuff away, his heart shrunk as he slowly walks towards you. “Honey….no..please” he grabs you by the shoulder. You grab his wrists and pulls if off your shoulder, slapping him afterwards. “Do not talk to me, I don’t even want to hear your excuses” you yelled “but i-” “don’t even say anything, now answer me..how long were you two together” he gulps as he stared at you. He was calling her sweetheart and saying that she’s his everything and wanted to marry her….you wanted to know how long they’ve been together because he has only said that to you ONCE.

“I..uh-” he’s studdering, of course he’s studdering. He has no excuses to make because he knows what he did was wrong. But the real question was did he ever cared for you. “answer my question you bastard before I LEAVE” you yelled “two years” he blurted out. two years they’ve been together and you never even noticed. You also never seen that woman ever in your life and he’s just doing whatever he wants with her by cheating on you. Tears kept pouring down to your chin and dripping on your shirt. You didn’t care anymore. You quickly packed up your stuff and walked away from him. He tried to grab your arm but then pulled his hand back. He knew if he’d say something, you wouldn’t care so he decided to leave you alone.

A few months later, you were casually shopping for stuff with your friend and your new boyfriend. You all were picking up clothes and buying food because your friend wanted to have a sleepover at the inn you stayed in with your boyfriend. You too haven’t been together for too long and is still getting to know eachother but you love him so much and he loves you a lot too. While passing by the food stalls, you hear giggling from across you. You look to see heizou and his girlfriend happily at the food stall sharing food. You stared at them for a bit then it started to rain. Heizou then covered up the girl with his jacket and then his eyes met yours. The both of you didn’t break eye contact until your boyfriend appeared with his jacket over yours telling you to come with him. You walk away with your boyfriend as heizou looks at you in sadness. He wonders why he did this in the first place.

part 2?

#heizou x reader #heizou shikanoin x reader #angst #genshin angst #luvnoya #genshin x reader

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p1-f1 · 5 months

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Ghosts in the Graveyard *

𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Ghost!Stenny x Reader.

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚂: None. Fem implied.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: MDNI. Mentions of death/torture.

𝚆𝙲: 1.6K

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂: This is my first Halloween special, + first time writing something slightly spicy!! Also I haven’t written in a while, and I know it’s past Halloween. Enjoy!!

The dark graveyard rings with silence, but it speaks for thousands. Old creaky trees, dark clouds, and a bright moon that shone down to lead your way. It was as if it it was leading you, wanting to help you to find the graves you were looking for.

You came for two people in specific.

Kenny Mcormick and Stan Marsh.

Three or four years ago, the two boys went missing after reportedly running away. Some say they were massacred by wolves. Others say they were kidnapped and tortured. One things for sure, no matter how many bodies the cops claim to be theirs, they never are.

Everyone knows this. Kenny didn’t have brown hair. Even if his parents don’t remember. He was forgettable and vague but not to the point you forget something so obvious. Stan didn’t wear his school ID everywhere he went. In fact, he burned the thing the moment the school gave it to him in drunken recklessness. The ID they found was burnt, sure, but when Stan was done with his, it was a few pieces of ash.

Stan Marsh was an interesting boy, one only a few people could find the words to explain. He was a mysterious boy. One moment he’d be fine the next he’d listening to The Cure and crying about his girlfriend to his now late friend, Kyle

When he wasn’t crying or getting drunk, he was getting into whatever trouble he could find with his friends. Many a time people saw his mother getting him from the police station. Though, weeks before his disappearance, he hadn’t caused trouble at all. Actually, people saw a spike in his grades and his amount of smiling.

Thing was, he got quiet. Horribly quiet. Poor kid wouldn’t even talk to his own mother in full sentences. Only person who talked to?

Kenny McCormick. Dirty minded, dumb, weed addicted. When he was alive he would fight anyone who called him out on his everlasting addiction but it was there and it was obvious. He couldn’t go a day without getting high and his non addiction gave withdrawal symptoms when he didn’t have weed in his system for more than a day or two. It was sad, really.

Other than getting high and fucking the entire cheerleading team, Kenny really was a caring person who would do anything for his friends. He had a sister, who, is in middle school now, but still mourns his death. His parents are dead, and his older brother is either on the streets or in his grave. Nobody remembers the Mccormicks. Other than Karen’s girlfriend or just friend who hasn’t come to the realization that she might be gay, nobody else visits their graves but Karen.

They say that if you visit the graveyard with Kenny’s old parka or a small bag of weed you’d be spared, but nobody has ever found his raggedy orange jacket so they didn’t know if that was true. Same with Stan. Show up with his old blue beanie or booze, he’d let you go without a thought. Just dump it into the lake and minutes later his spirit wasn’t floating straight.

That’s where you come in. You had known the two when you first came to South Park, getting close to the two specifically.

Sure Kyle was a sweet guy and you’d been with him for a little bit, but he was a hopeless romantic, and you lost interest only a few months later. Kenny and Stan made you feel some type of way. Kenny’s teasing, Stan’s edge and level of patheticness just…made you shiver. In the good way, of course.

You’d had a crush on them for a good while, and not just one, but both at the same time. Dreaming of them holding you and kissing you and— anyway, they were gone. And you still weren’t totally believing that. They’d show up for you, surely. Both boys loved being around you!

But here you were. Only person with the blue beanie, and only person with the orange parka. Ready to meet your lost loves. (That— weren’t really your loves— but, you’ll meet them anyway.)

You step up to the grave and watch as the bugs scurry off. Something was already here with you. The first one up was Kenny. Setting the parka down neatly folded. the thought that you didn’t exactly know what to do popped in like that and out just as fast. As long as you could see your boys, nothing else mattered.

The wind sent a shiver down your spine, and you took it as a sign to start your little séance.

“Kenny…I heard you show up for everyone else. You— scare them away— or whatever, but, I don’t want that. I want to see you. To talk to you, maybe? I don’t know.”

The doubt had already filled your head. Did he even ever like you? Did Stan? Were you even a small thought as they were dying? What if you couldn’t even convince him to show up? Too many possibilities, too short of a Halloween.

“I miss you, yknow. Quite a bit. Everyday I miss walking past your house after school and seeing you work in the yard or playing with Karen because you couldn’t be inside. I miss seeing you behind the school getting wasted or high or with a girl for gods sake. I just—“

And right as you were about to start talking, piercing cold hands slid from your waist down to your hips, then the feeling was gone.

If it’s not Kenny, another really horny ghost was around.

“Was— Was that you? Are you here? Kenny? Whatever— just…I’m sorry I couldn’t help. Or be there. Or even die with you. It should’ve been me. If I hadn’t hung up on Stan— or if I had walked home with you— none of this would have happen—“

“There’s no point in saying “had”, doll.”

That stupid sly voice spoke, from up in a tree.

“You’ve had my attention since you stepped foot in this damn graveyard. Always will. The hottest piece of ass!”

He laughed, the ghostly figure floating down from a tree. It was indeed Kenny. (Not that you ever had any doubt.) Except, he was a pale blue and slightly transparent, with a slight aura of orange. His left eye was missing, gone along with his left forearm and two fingers on his right hand. His white “wife-beater” was torn on the bottom and some on the top. With small streaks of blood and maybe some dirt here and there, too.

His sweet old eyes were still soft but had no pupils, so most of telling how he was feeling came from his tone. Cute, bruised, marks, scars, anything lined his cheeks faintly. Those small little chin dimples still rested, though, under the sly smirk. He was already checking you out, and you just found out he was here.

“Kenny!”

You squeal, running to him. He turned opaque, arms wrapping around you with excitement and joy. Those arms… they always had your attention. Lanky but not totally skinny, toned but not completely buff, a good amount of muscle and a good amount of bone. Anyone would just call him skin and bone but they don’t know him like you do.

“Hey sugar!”

Kenny said with a light chuckle, holding you close. He loved your body, being much bigger than you. So small…easy to hold…easy to love…

“Yknow, is it just me, or have you gotten even more beautiful after my death? Oh honey that ass…”

He gave it a playful slap, causing your face to flush even more.

“My beauty…” Long slender fingers met the start of your thighs, lifting you up with ease so he could hold you. He made little suggestive motions, but never made a move.

“You’d like to be in this position with me more, hm? I know you would. How dirty!”

“Oh go easy on ‘em, Kenny. They’ve only seen you for the first time in what- four years? I don’t care enough to remember..”

A deeper voice rang, and something in your mind registered as your back was met with a chest. Kenny flips you around, turning you into the same position with Stan.

“Stan…”

“Y/N.”

Dark blue and piercing eyes started into yours, almost like he could see your very soul floating about. His dirty bleached hair rest in his shoulders. The black roots has spread like fungi out from under his hat, which he put on your head. The scars along his face from certain…childhood…events were more slight in death, but still hot as fuck.

Stan had more meat on his bones, surprisingly, and was a bit more buff than Kenny, but still not a body builder. You could feel the rough and calloused hands on your cold thighs, squeezing ever so slightly.

He leans his head forward, raising and eyebrow.

“I’d say take a picture…but, well, you know, don’t you sweetheart?”

His voice lowers, face getting even closer. You could feel Kenny’s own lips already latched to your neck. His hands moved your hair away from it so he could have more access and sucked. What happened to them when they died? Maybe they’re just taking advantage of the fact someone came to visit them that they knew, or…they really liked you.

“You smell nice…did you get all dolled up for us? Wanted to see us so bad? Impress us? Just like you did with those skimpy little outfits in school? How pathetic…come on, hon…”

Stan degrades, laughing as his teeth met your bottom lip. He bit, pulling it away and letting it make a small snapping noise when it retracted

“Did you miss me? I sure missed you.”

Usually Stan was more on the quiet side. In the few times you’d kissed either of them when they were living, Stan hardly said a word. But now? Very talkative. Kenny, on the other hand, always loved talking. He was loud, very spontaneous. But fun nonetheless..

“So sweet…all for us. Isn’t that right, Kenny?”

“All for us!”

“And oh are we gonna have fun with you…”

“So much fun…”

[ BATTERY - LOW. ▯▯▯> ]

#kenny mccormick x yn #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x yn #stan marsh x reader #south park x reader #South Park fan fiction #pifi writes

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seouldreams14 · 3 months

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Heyy! Saw your post about hyuna, what is the lore with that guy? Besides obviously that he’s a criminal

Idk if this is a genuine question but I'm gonna answer it as such but tldr: I initially said that because people were comparing him to Dawn when him and Hyuna have known each other their entire careers and newer kpop fans don't know who Junhyung is so they are confused wondering how they know each other/calling him a rebound

But 1st Junhyung isn't a criminal, not excusing anything but he was never charged with anything he was a witness and bystander in the Molka situation (which a lot of people are confusing for Burning Sun because they happened around the same time but different situations). Basically Junhyung was friends with Jung Joon Yung (which a lot of people think IS Junhyung but no different guys) who was found to have a group chat spreading around illegal videos taken of men sleeping with women without their consent. Junhyung being friends with him was accused of being in the group chat, he denied it, then when the police got a warrant for his phone history it came out that he WASN'T in the infamous group chat HOWEVER! He was in a solo chat with JJY and was sent an illegal video of him sleeping with a girl. In the end he was a witness and bystander who didn't come forward with that information, which is bad of course.

I have mixed feelings about it because I was a fan of his for over a decade and was extremely disappointed in him. He admitted what he did was wrong and he should've come forward with it when it happened but yeah.... Its just a hard topic I hate him for it but at the same time idk complex feelings

Long post because I ended up writing more than I intended to... but hey 15ish years of history am I right?

Now the LORE with Hyuna and Junhyung is that they debuted around the same time in 4minute and Beast under the same company, Cube. He was featured in her solo debut song: Change. They also were paired together A LOT in Cube family performances because they had similar positions in their group (rappers). They basically became really good friends:

They were so close in a way you don't see kpop idols do now and days with the opposite sex and of course people began to ship them because it seemed like they were flirting.

Then Junhyung began dating Goo Hara and Hyuna joined a sub-unit called Troublemaker with his bandmate at the time, Hyunseung. They kinda cooled on their friendship in the public, probably out of respect for his girlfriend and not wanting to be shipped with his friend. And Hyuna played up a stage relationship with Hyunseung to the point people thought THEY were dating but tbh It was probably an image thing. (funny story Junhyung came up with the name troublemakers lol)

So nothing was seen about them for YEARS even after him and Hara broke up, until like 2016? After 4minute disbanded Hyuna went solo and stayed with Cube, which is a whole long other tangent. But they appeared on a show together called "Happy together". Junhyung hated going on talk/variety shows because he's incredibly shy but he did it for once and it was with Hyuna so it was kind of a big deal. They still appeared close as friends and Hyuna tried to make him feel more comfortable on camera.

Then Hyuna had a show called X19, which is kinda hard to find now and days, but it was a reality show to prepare for her new album. During it she had a meal with Junhyung where they talked openly and you got to see more of their friendship openly for the first time in ages. I mean if you watch that video of them eating I feel like you can tell he had feelings for her idk the way he looked at her... But in that chat they talked about the public pressure to be seen a certain way that is expected of them. For Hyuna it was being hyper sexual in her music and performances because that's what people expected of her. Junhyung says he wishes for her to stop doing what other people want and do what she wanted and that he hoped she could do something she enjoyed. Then she brings up the fact that he had promised to make a song for her (he is a writer, producer and composer) and he says "ah yeah it didn't turn out"

Anywayyys it was cute and if you were curious you could watch it here with subs

After this stretch of promo with them (they also attended a fashion show together) Junhyung and the remaining members of Beast would leave Cube ent and start their own company and change their name to Highlight. This would be the last we'd see of them together publicly until well... now

I'm sure I don't have to tell people about her and Dawn and their history but they started dating after Junhyung left Cube.

There's a lot more to the lore like other collabs they did, the songs they released that seemed to be about each other (mainly from his side) but that's probably just going into delulu land so I'll avoid that.

But yeah If you read this far thanks for listening to me ramble and try to explain 15ish years of lore as brief as possible.

#Hyuna #Junhyung #Junah #may delete later?#anon #answered #I just want people to have the facts and judge for themselves on JH

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darlinboypresley · 1 year

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lotta true crime part 4

pairing: serial killer Austin x reader

summary: serial killer Austin kidnaps reader who has a podcast about true crime with her friends cus she saw something she shouldn't

trigger warnings: mentions of murder and well death kidnapping Stockholm syndrome.. mentions of various serial killers talk of blood and knifes psychotic thinking... and smut in the next chapters last but not least my shitty writing

authors note: sorry it took so long to write art 4 i kept re writing it. might be a part 5,6

special tag: @asshlyyyy

*couple of years earlier *

“I might…” Austin said as he took another swing of his drink. “I might kill my ex…” he laughed as he looked at his best friend.

“Not the best idea…. Her new boyfriends next.” He said and stared daggers at his so called best friend Jordan, but Jordan should’ve known better he should’ve know better then fuck Austin’s girlfriend.

Did he really love her no? Did that matter no. It wasn’t a if I can’t have her no one will kind of case, but tsk he thought Jordan knew better then touch what’s his

*present time*

Now how did he get here…in downtown Los Angeles.

He slit the girls neck, but little did he know he was getting sloppy sure he wore gloves but there was a witness .. and he dropped the knife.

Little did he know that person saw his face. Maybe not clearly but certain details they’ll remember

*pov switch*

Meanwhile It’s been a couple of months since Austin kidnapped you.

Your friends and family have been looking for you every night and day, while you were happily playing house with your serial killer boyfriend. And the worst part was it didn’t even bother you one bit.

You were happy and sure Austin wasn’t perfect but who was you were blinded by love. And you weren’t exactly perfect either. You cleaned the stains out of his blood stained clothes and made him dinner.

If you were being honest Austin was insane and you handled it beautifully. You never saw yourself as a house wife at all you hated when people wanted that 1950s shit they asked from you.

But here you were willing to be a bride love really did make blind and you’d be damned if you’d let it slip by.

When Austin came home from work you were laying on the couch as you scrolled though Netflix. Watching that new Dahmer show, because at the end of the day you were still a true crime student taking online courses.

He smiled softly as he put his keys down after he locked the door back up. He walked over to the couch and bend down kissing you. “Hi” he said in between the kiss “baby”. You smiled softly and kissed back holding his cheek. “Hm hi how was work?” You asked and sat up a bit.

Austin sat down on the couch and put your legs on his lap. He let out a dry chuckle and started kissing up your neck. “Chilled a bit” he mumbled. Getting closer and closer to your ear “killed a bit” he whispered in your ear. And started to tickle you.

You laughed softly, this man had all of you, he owned you and he…. He would be lost without you. It’s crazy really how fast two people can fall in love, how fast they can bond over being insane… and then end up insanely in love with one another. You remember your friends, they were talking about you on the podcast it was kinda sad. A part of you felt guilty but then again they never treated you good did they. At the end of the day you knew that in a few months they wouldn’t even notice you were gone.

You got snapped out of your thoughts. As the door bell ring you looked over at Austin and he frowned as he checked the camera on his phone. “Cops…?” He mumbled to himself as he looked at you. “Listen honey I want you to go hide in room underneath our bed okay?” He said and cupped your face kissing you.

After the kiss you ran off and hid underneath your bed. Austin on the other hand went out to the door and opened it. “Good afternoon officer,how can I help you today?” He asked ever do polite. “ good afternoon mr butler just wondering why you got all these… bars up your window and doors…?” The police officer asked suspicious.

Austin chuckles and let out a small sigh “yeah well officer I do live in a nasty neighborhood rather be safe then sorry” he said and rubbed the back of his neck.

The officer nodded and scanned all over him still suspicious. “What happened to your hand..? If I may ask” the officer asked and looked at the bandage around his hand. “Oh I burned it while taking something out of the oven.” Austin said and looked down at his hand.

The Other officer nodded and spoke up. “You haven’t heard anything about the murders in the neighborhood have you, the missing girl?” He said as he showed him a. Picture of you, Austin looked at the picture and shook his head “no sir sorry I haven’t seen her around” was all he said. The officer nodded and spoke up for the last time “just uh stay in town we might have some more questions, if you see anything call us” he said before walking of.

Austin nodded and closed the door “good day officer”. He said and waited for them to to get in their car and drive of as soon as they did. He kicked the door “FUCK”. He said and rubbed his face you came running out of the room and looked at him.

“What’s happening ..?” You asked nervous. Austin walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well baby better start packing, we’re going to Vegas “

love, jessica

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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Omg part 2 of this oneshots please !!!

Here is the part 2! Hope you enjoy this😁

[16:59]

The day after what Heeseung did to you was a terrible nightmare for you. You also noticed how your mother looked everytime when you guys spending time together. You can see at her eyes show fear not love.

You had try to talk with your mother about this matter but it is difficult when Heeseung always watching your moves every single time. You also found out about a hidden camera that he placed in your room.

It's been two weeks since you stayed at home. Heeseung and his father need to go back at their hometown because his grandmother had died this morning. Your mother also had to go as a respect towards their family.

You walked out of the house and went to your boyfriend's place. You need to save your mother before it gets worse.

"Y/n?! What happen to you?!! I tried to call you after the last time we called that night but you didn't answer it."

"Hoon...please I need your help."

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"God, I really love your smell."

It's become of your daily routine. Heeseung will come into your room every night and to sleep and cuddle with you. You felt disgusting by it but if you tried to resist, he will do something to make you regret and you don't want that to happen.

When you told about this to your boyfriend, you couldn't even lift your face to look at him and can only sobbing. Sunghoon tried to calm down himself and hugged you instead.

"I love you y/n. You know that, right?"

"...mmm yeah."

Heeseung was unsatisfied with the replies then choke your neck using one hand.

"If you know then you must say it too, baby. Do I need to teach you this too?"

"n...no-.."

"Again. I love you, y/n."

"I- I lov- I love you too."

"See, that's easy right? You just need to say it, baby."

You coughed when he finally let go of your neck. Heeseung is really scary.

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You:

I will come to your house.

Are you there?

Hoon?

You stare confusedly and worriedly at the text. Usually, Sunghoon will reply quick to a message but this made you perplexed because it has been an hour since you texted him.

When you woke up this morning, everyone in the house is gone. You assumed they were going back to the hometown for some business. So, you decided this is the day that you will run away from this house.

You had tried to take your mom to go with you but she insisted and instead mad at you for making her doing such things. You were angry at her for refusing your help but you didn't care anymore because you only want to focus on yourself.

Quickly reached to Sunghoon's door and knocked on it. Five minutes standing there, you received nothing and it was quiet too. You twisted the knob and creep feeling building inside you when it's not even locked.

Everything in the house is in neat condition. You walked upstairs to his room but frowned when you saw his unconscious body on the floor with blood pooling in his surrounding.

"SUNGHOON!"

Tears started to fall down when you didn't feel any pulse on his neck and wrist. Before you can call the ambulance, someone was shouting at suddenly you got pushed to the floor before got cuffed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!"

"You are under arrest for murder, Miss Y/n. Not only Park Sunghoon but you also are responsible to the death of your parents."

What? Your parents?

"I- I didn't do anything.I SWEAR!!!"

"You can explain that when we reach the station."

When you finally outside from Sunghoon's house. The neighbours who were standing there gave you dirty look and murmuring among themselves.

"I heard she is his ex-girlfriend. She must be crazy."

"You can see that at her face. So desperate like a whore. Poor the guy. He is very kind to us but now he is gone because of some stupid."

That's what you heard before entering the police car.

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"I told you I'm not the one who killed him. When I reached there, he's already at the floor!!!"

You frustratedly explained to the cops. They were staring at you like they were tired of people tactics to get away from their wrongdoings.

"Listen here, Miss Y/n. The forensic found your fingerprints at his belongings and even the knife you used to stab him! Do you still want to lie to us??"

Few hours went silent between you and the polices. Even the police gave up on the questions and left you alone in the room. You started to think how things can go wrong. You just want to run from your miserable life but why it seems like you adding more into it?

"Your lawyer is here."

Your head tilted up on that. Lawyer? You didn't call someone or any lawyer when you got here. You waited for the said person to come in with a very big hope. However, the hope crashed when you met with Heeseung smugly walked to sit in front of you.

"Heeseung...."

"How are you doing, Miss Y/n?"

"You were the one who did this!!! You are the culprit, not me!!!"

You wanted to jump on him but the cuff at your hands limit your moves. Heeseung turned to the outside and gave a signal so the speaker can be turn off and no one can heard the conversation.

He moved to sit beside you instead and left some kissed on your skin.

"You are right, honey. I'm the one who did it. Killing your boyfriend is such an easy task for me."

"You...you killed our parents too..."

"Ah yes. They are not that important so why not just finish them too? After all, only you and I that matters."

"You are sick. You are crazy. You are fucking psycho-"

"And you will carry my baby one day too,y/n. Just accept your fate."

You shaked your heads and brought yourself back away from him. You screamed for help from the outside but Heeseung only laughed at your acts. You slowly realised that everything is part of his plan.

Even the polices were acting like what he told them to.

"Now you realise that you can't get away from me, right?"

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FINISHHHH!!! 😁😁😁😁 HOPE THIS PART SATISFY YOUU

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novafics · 10 months

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l Trust me l

Dean Winchester x Reader [Y/N]

Warnings: talks of potential injury, talks of mistrust, killing.

Summary: Both Dean and [Y/N] were the most hard headed people, today [Y/N] is determined to prove to Dean just how capable she is.

Word Count: 1.1K

Masterlist

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Currently both Winchester boys and [Y/N] were sitting in a dingy motel room practically pulling at straws at who the witch they were hunting could be. Both [Y/N] and Dean were split on who it could be with Sam playing the middleman. Both [Y/N] and Dean could be stubborn with their own ideas on cases but always ended up compromising, today though was another story. Dean was dead set on the witch being the long, white haired, angry store owner whom they interviewed earlier on in the day, she technically was the perfect candidate. She had both the look and the attitude of the Witch they were hunting along with her working in an old antique store to Dean this looked like an easy hunt, however [Y/N] had her eyes set on another target, it was a bit out there but there was a feeling that she couldn’t shake.

To [Y/N] the witch was the 30 year old male janitor at the police station, to her she couldn’t shake the fact that every kill that had happened took place a few hours after every police interview to which the janitor was in ear shot every time was too much to ignore. But to Dean [Y/N] was acting too paranoid and was refusing to entertain the possibility that it could be possible. Dean loved [Y/N] more than he could put into words however he often let his hardheadedness get too far.

“Why will you not even entertain the fact that it could be him, do you not trust my judgement?” [Y/N] snapped, they have never argued this much, not in the 5 years that the two have been together. “In this moment no [Y/N] i don’t, why can’t you just let this be an easy hunt for once?” he snapped back. In that moment [Y/N] decided that she would just prove dean wrong and do it herself. A decision that could either prove to Dean just how capable she is, or a mistake that could cost her.

“Fine Dean I will just have to prove you wrong then” and with that said [Y/N] stormed out of the motel, slamming the door behind her, leaving Sam and Dean inside.

“C’mon Dean could you not even entertain the idea that the witch is not who you think it is?” Sam asked, feeling guilty that [Y/N] had gone off on her own, worried that because of Dean’s stubbornness she could get into a very bad situation or potentially injured. “Really Sam you too?” At this point with [Y/N] being out there alone the possibility that he could be wrong and he just let his girlfriend go to kill the witch alone has made his blood start to run cold and his mind clear the possibility that he could be wrong.

Dean started to look at all the facts more clearly now, yes the woman at the antique store fit the witch’s profile in both her looks and attitude but the more he started to think about it the more the janitor was starting to look like the witch. All the people killed were customers at the antique store however through further investigation on Sam’s part they were all connected to people who worked at the Police station. With this new fact coming to light both Sam and Dean sprung into action racing into the Impala and hoping to god that they got there in time before [Y/N] could potentially be in danger.

As [Y/N] left the motel she had only one thing on her mind and that was to prove Dean wrong. No matter how hard headed he could be [Y/N] would always love him but she just wanted him to acknowledge that she was just as much as a capable hunter as he is.

As [Y/N] approached the police station she took extra care to make sure she didn’t let the witch know she was there, the last thing she wanted was to tip the witch off and get herself captured, or worse killed. The only weapon she had on hand was her knife, not much but enough if she could catch him off guard. As she rounded the corner into the main area of the precinct she spotted the witch in one of the conference rooms on the right. For a moment she let doubt run through her with the knife gripped in her hand as she slowly stalked towards the room. ‘What if i'm wrong?, what if Dean was right and i'm about to kill an innocent person?’ she wondered, the thing [Y/N] feared most in being a hunter is getting things wrong and innocent people getting hurt. She was seriously doubting herself as she got closer, however all of this disappeared as soon as she spotted the janitor mixing ingredients to make a spell with the wife of one of the police officers being tied up, bloody in front of him. He was the witch. She was right.

That’s all the confirmation she needed as she stalked closer, she couldn’t let him know that she was there, she only had one chance at this and she couldn’t fail. As she slowly approached behind him, knife helped up ready to strike she made eye contact with the woman tied up, the fear in her eyes gave [Y/N] all the permission she needed in this moment as she brought the knife down stabbing into the unsuspecting witch, killing him and dropping him onto the floor. [Y/N] then made a move to start untying the woman in front of her who was sobbing uncontrollably while thanking [Y/N] for saving her.

Moments later both Sam and Dead busted through the door guns and knives held high ready to fight. Upon seeing the dead witch on the floor and [Y/N] and the woman she saved in front of them Dean sprung forward engulfing [Y/N] in his arms apologising profusely. “I am so sorry sweetheart, I should never have doubted you, I regretted it all the moment you left the motel” [Y/N] has never heard Dean sound so sorry in the whole time she had known him, only then realising just how worried he had been. “I will never doubt you again, I mean look at all this, Killing a witch and saving a hostage, iv never been so sorry and so proud of you” hearing this brought tears to her eyes, this whole time all she wanted was to prove to Dean just how capable she was, and now he knew and he would never doubt her again.

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that-one-random-writer · 1 year

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Chasing You Chapter 7 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement.

Chapter 1. Next Chapter. Masterlist

"He's got it bad for you." Kennedy chuckled, sipping his glass of champagne.

"No, he doesn't. We just know each other's family, so we're just comfortable around each other." Your lips loosening up due to the liquid truth serum he was feeding you.

"Yes, he does. I'm telling you, a man doesn't walk around shirtless cooking breakfast for any woman. I can find out. Just give me a day." Kennedy boasted, knowing he could get information from people. It was his specialty.

"I wish you would. God he is so fucking fine. Id climb that man like a tree. You know how long it's been since I've had sex with James. A month and before that it was two months. I've got at least another month long dry spell and a piece of meat on a stick dangling in front of me. Just sex no emotions or anything, I'm not into him. I'm just dying for sex." Your intoxicated brain couldn't stop your mouth. "But James, we used to have sex like that. You know the railing all night long and dirty dancing to country music. It's like he just completely fell out of love with me. We never talk. He plays his games all the damn time." You continued rambling, starting to tear up.

"Alright, you've had enough." He picked up your glass and poured the rest down the drain. "Come on honey, it's time for bed before your inhibitions get too low."

You whined but went to bed. Kennedy held you as you cried. This wasn't the first time this had happened. He wanted nothing more than to fix it, but you just wouldn't leave James no matter how hard he tried. Seresin was a new pawn, a card he shuffled into his deck. This no house rule was just a hiccup.

This was a normal thing for both of you, honestly. Kennedy had come out to you in a drunken sadness when you were both alone at a bar after the rest of the shift left from a social gathering.

He still remembers the hug you gave him, as if he were going to waste away in thin air. Depression was hard. You knew better than most. Depression was a symptom of your sickness. You once faced it yourself during your cancer fight. You went back home with him the night at the bar and just held him so he didn't feel so alone. You knew that not knowing who you were as a person in such a critical way really stood in the way of happiness.

He didn't want a girlfriend, and he was too afraid to openly date men. His parents were accepting, but the world seemed so mean and hateful. Emotions were difficult, but with you, they seemed easier, like you understood him. Kennedy would always stay by your side as a protective best friend. Anyone that was close with you knew that. You didn't fix his longing for a partner, but you gave him someone to talk to about life, and that was more than enough for now.

You got ready at Kennedy's house. You always kept a uniform there. Kennedy dropped you off to grab your car. You drove off to the police department. James wasn't there, so you didn't worry about stopping inside.

"Good morning." Seresin smiled as you sat down in your normal seat.

"Good morning." You seemed closed off, not in a joking mood. He didn't press he knew it had to be home life with James.

"I'm having a bonfire, pool party at my house." Kennedy smiled. "I'm inviting the shift."

"God sounds like a bad orgy porn video." You laughed gently. "Eleven men and one woman how innocent." Your head leaned back down. You still weren't all there, but Kennedy knew how to lift your mood. You did love a party.

"We can all take turns, Marilyn." Kennedy chuckled.

"Absolutely not, but I'm definitely down for a party." Your eyes perked up.

As heavy as the sex jokes were layered constantly, it was all a part of the straight facade. You never took offense to his less than lady like jokes. You started a lot of them, too. Covering his ass for him. You always had his back.

"Then it's settled. Seresin, are you in?" Kennedy smirked, raising his brows at Seresin.

"Yeah, that sounds good, man." He nodded. His mind laced into the pool portion of the party. His mind wondered into the pajamas you were wearing the night you were with him and what was underneath them. He knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.

"Party at my place tomorrow!" Kennedy called out in the squad room. All the guys cheered.

The night was uneventful. Just a few dui's, thankfully, no one got hurt. College kids were running amuck, a little party got out of hand, and one fight at a bar between two men. They had made up and bonded out by the time shift change happened.

You were packing some stuff up for the party. You got your bag packed. You had your bikini on under your outfit. It was simple, black, high waisted, and looked incredible on any figure, especially yours. You grabbed your bag, leaving a note for James. You hadn't really made up, but this wasn't the first fight swept under the rug.

You parked up the driveway. You were staying the night, so you weren't worried about being blocked in. You opened the door, hugging Kennedy. No one else was there yet. "You just wanted this party so you could have eleven half-naked men in your backyard."

"I can say they used the backdoor too." He laughed evilly.

"God, just don't stare too much." You giggled.

"They do it to you, I'm just extending the uncomfortablity." He raised a brow.

"Yup, I can drink to that." You cheer your next shot with his beer bottle. Drunken behavior was absolutely going to be your cope mechanism for your pain.

You both drank and set up your lounge chairs. Knocks at the door came quickly.

"Dinner is here." He laughed quietly before opening the door, and groups flocked in.

Seresin came in confidently. His aviators sat over his eyes. He had a Longhorns t shirt and a pair of black swim trunks.

"Hook 'em." You called out. Seeing him so casual and cool mixed with not even talking with your boyfriend for a day made you forget your troubles. The shots you took before people arrived also helped a little with easing your mind around seresin.

Seresin held out his hand in the sign. With his two fingers up like horns. "Hook 'em." He tried his best to keep his eyes as tame as he could keep them. Your body was just calling him, and his shades were acting as shields, giving him prime opportunity. Your bikini was tight in all the right places. He watched as you leaned over in the cooler, grabbing a beer. Your ass hanging out of the itty bitty bikini bottoms. He had to think of anything else just to keep himself from growing in his shorts. It's so bad, but it feels so good.

He grabbed the beer as you offered it to him. He popped the top no opener needed. He grabbed his towel and walked on the back deck behind you and Kennedy. He laid his towel at the lounge chair next to yours.

"Isn't this the best, the three amigos, by the pool, all the sunshine." This was a happy place for you. The sun and water could always make you smile. The two boys with sunglasses nodded in agreement.

"Yup, sure is." Kennedy kept his glasses on they were dark enough no one could see his view. He watched as the men played volleyball. He leaned his head back, just taking in the view.

"Babe, we need music. Where is your speaker?" You got up from your seat and broke his view from the boys.

"It's on the counter in the kitchen." He spoke quickly so you would move.

"Thanks." You called dancing to the door with a laugh. The shots were setting in giving you a glow of joy.

"I'll go with you. I need another beer." Seresin got up following you.

"Already? Damn Jake, did you chug it?" You laughed. He could tell that you were slowly getting drunk from your drinks. He wanted to test waters to see what exactly and how much you would say. Last night at work, Kennedy was sowing seeds in Jakes mind. You both entered the kitchen, and the playful yelling was muffled by the door.

"No, I just wanted an excuse to be alone with you again." He's smirk was bold. You liked bold, especially when intoxicated.

"Jake!" His name whined out in a bubbly giggle. "You know I'm with James." You stepped closer, pulling him into a hug. His shirt smelled like gain and whiskey style cologne. "You smell really good."

"Thanks, honey." He held you just enjoying the contact he thought he lost when your face dropped from the phone call at his house. He knew the look on your face. He knew the trouble you were in. He saw the situation in a boyfriend's eyes. A single hot, successful, dangerous man, just innocently letting a gorgeous woman come stay for just sleep. It was the truth, but it sure didn't look good, not to a broken relationship, at least.

You looked up in his eyes. He held the smirk, his hair a little messy, his arms bulging in the sleeves of his shirt, his seafoam eyes whisking you away on a stormy day at the ocean far away from James.

"Jake, damn it... Jake, don't do this to me."

You stepped away. "I am not a cheat, never been a cheat. No matter how drunk you get, bitch you hold yourself together." You said out loud to yourself.

Seresins smirk only grew. You, a faithful woman, drove him mad. It was forbidden fruit. He never would cheat with a woman in any situation, but you saying this gave him evidence of more in your brain than you would let on sober. Kennedy was being truthful. He had got his information, and this next decision was just for fun.

"What are you thinking right now?" He leaned over you, placing his hand firmly on the wall above your head. His leg relaxed, taking a nonchalant stance like he wasn't committing sin.

Your eyes lifted up his body to his eyes. "It's bad. It's immoral. It's not anything that I can possibly take back. I want you so bad. Why are you wearing a shirt it's a pool party?" You were starting to dip your toes in a body of water filled with glass. Everyone would get hurt if you jumped in.

"Tell me that again when you're sober." He took off his shirt with ease. His toned body, positioned back over you, tossing his shirt to a chair.

Kennedy had seen the bright orange shirt in the window flying across the room. The no house rule wouldn't extend to his. He knew your bond with him was untouchable to James. "Fuck you, James." He said with a smirk, softly pulling his beer to his lips taking a sip.

You looked back up at the man in front of you. His dog tags loose around his neck, hanging over his chest.

You grabbed the metal in your hands, reaching out to his chest. Your eyes peered down his abs. "Jake, I can't. I want to be so bad. You have no idea. I just can't. I could never hurt him like that."

Jake nodded. "I know, and that's why I'll wait. I'll wait for you at the bottom, I'll stay away if he pulls you back up himself, but until then, I'm here... I'll wait." Jake reaches a hand out, pulling you closer around the waist. Open water surrounding you, James was floating at the top, unwilling to pull you back up to the top as you drowned. Jake stood at the bottom waiting for you to fall down. You knew you were safe with him. You knew he would pull you back up and save you from drowning. You just couldn't let go of the rope laced with cancerous memories tethering you to James.

You wrapped your arms around him, just allowing yourself to let go only for a moment. Your hand searched low to his abs, it grazed up his chest, searching for stability. The room around you was spinning. You leaned up, looking in his eyes. Your gaze shifted to his lips, back to his eyes then over to the speaker. You let go of him slowly and grabbed the speaker. "Come on, Ken's gonna get worried."

A/N: no the hell ken ain't.

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 3 months

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high infidelity | twenty eight

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars, from when they pulled me apart, but what you did was just as dark *Ellie’s POV* Noah never came to bed that night. He dramatically plopped himself down on the couch and didn’t say a word to me. I gave up trying to get through to him so I nursed my hand and eventually fell asleep in a cold empty bed. It took me some time to get the courage to walk down the hall after I woke up and see him again, but I finally crawled out of bed. He was at his kitchen island, looking like he hasn’t slept all night, his phone was glued to his ear as his laptop was open to something.

“Motherfucker!” he yelled as he threw his phone across the room, making me jump a little bit. His eyes met mine and I froze, swallowing the lump in the throat.

“Come look at this.”

I tiptoed over to him as he slid his computer over to me. My heart stopped as I looked at the screen. It was a twitter account spilling everything that’s happened over the last couple days. There were photos of me and Noah leaning the venue, then photos of Matt and I last night on the Ferris wheel and in his sound booth, followed by a story about how I harassed her and punched her and how they were gonna press charges against me. I wanted to be upset over it but this was her own doing and she was making herself look pathetic online.

“Shit.”

Before I could say anything else my phone rang, it was Matt. I walked out of the room and went outside to talk to him. Noah was fuming and I was almost scared to be in the same room as him right now. It was a side of him I’ve never seen before.

“I’m assuming you saw that post?”

“Yeah I did.” I sighed, “can they really press charges on me?

“Nah, since we got them banned from that venue for harassment, they’ll be considered repeat offenders and nothing will happen. I called the police and they’re on our side. They see it as self defence. I also sent them screenshots of everything online and they said you can sue them for defamation or just drop it.”

My eyes wondered back inside and Noah was just sitting there like a beaten puppy, “I don’t really care. I think I made my point.”

“You did. Don’t worry about this shit okay? I’m getting it all removed the best I can.”

“Thank you.” I breathed a sigh of relief, at least one of my issues was resolved.

“Anything for you. Have a safe flight home.”

I got off the phone and headed back into the living room. Noah had his head in his hands, his laptop beside him, with the photos still up. I know he really prided himself with wanting to be private but something’s were out of his control and I think that’s what he was having the hardest time with right now. If he put his ego aside and heard the awful things those girls said he’d be on my side.

“Ellie, that wasn’t smart.” He finally spoke.

“I know.”

He lifted his head to look at me, “Then why did you do it?

“Why do you think?” I snapped, pacing in front of him, “she was one of the girls who harassed me at the show. My anger took over when she started slut shaming me, she crossed a line!”

“Thanks to that it’s all over the internet.” He huffed.

I stopped pacing and stopped in front of him, tears of anger burning my eyes as I looked at him, “so what? You know the truth, isn’t that all that matters?”

“You don’t get it…”

I was laughing at this point with how childish he was being, “No, I do get it, you obviously don’t give a shit that people are harassing your own fucking girlfriend.” “El, that’s not - “

“You know what Noah? I know what I did was wrong but it seems like you’re more worried about what’s online than how I’m feeling. I know you’ve got this new mysterious persona where you hate the internet and social media to look cool but get over yourself for once. I’ve taken so much crap from this one person since I got here. If you can’t handle being with a women who sticks up for herself then ..”

“Then what.”

I paused, not believing what I was about to say, “Then I’ll find someone who can. I’m sorry. “

Noah immediately sprung off the couch and walked over to me. “El … please.”

“No Noah.” I snapped at him, my body run dry of tears. “I spent the last few years swallowing my pride to not upset the man I’m with. I can’t do that again… I’ll get an uber to pick me up. “ Authors note: I know, I’m sorry. Bear with me here …

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wobbly-fluggers · 9 months

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"What would I do without you?"

Lenny Bruce x Reader

Summary: you were Lenny's manager could you manage anything more then a dead succulent probably not but when there's a will there's a way... you hope. There had to be cause you're absolutely in love with him and hope that maybe he could be with you.... far fetched if you were being honest but a girl can dream.

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We're you a fan? Yes, yes you were. Was it pathetic how much of one you were? Yes, yes it is. Was it creepy almost? Probably? Did you really care? Not really. You could have a crush and go to his shows and be there waiting with a grimace... it could if been a smile if you weren't so chicken...

But you were, and instead of just going up to the guy and saying he I like you I find you infuriatingly attractive and absolutely hilarious would you like to get a drink with me? You said I uh I want to be your Manger.. yep just like that.

You're such an idiot.. you had no clue about the business. Comedy..really? You were an engineering major what would you know about getting gigs you'd have to talk to people you chose engineering so you wouldn't have to.

Here you were though waiting for Lenny. The man of your dreams sorry client to finish his set having just got a call from your mother how she was able to track you down to this bar you would never know but she did. But besides the point you were waiting for Lenny to be done his set to let him know he was on fire only for the cops to come.

They loved to bust him for obscenity...and as his manager you had to try and get him out of it.

"Hey woah what are you doing he has the right to be there." You interject them before they can put hand cuffs on him stepping stright in between so he was behind you and you acted as a wall.

"Get out of the way little lady you shouldn't be in this place anyway."

"Happy we came in before you had to hear anything too unpleasant."

"Sir I think you misunderstand-"

This short conversation was long enough for Lenny to be thrown into their car as the had side stepped you entirety you were fumming after them as Lenny chuckled.

"Goddamn it! I'll see you at the station jackass!" You yelled as you flipped off the police officers in the front seats.

Pulling out a cigarette you muttered how it was just your luck to have to police show up at the one gig that could've been your chance of getting Lenny on TV. Since becoming his manager in 1954 you had first sent him to rehab for his strung out tendencies and then you has taken away any of his abilities to get any sort of drug fix that wasn't weed.

You were able to do this because for some reason he listened to you followed your words to the best of your ability. If you said refine this joke refine he did. If you said get another suit cause it looks like he only had one he got two... total.

But there you were now standing waiting for him to be released. In a very grouchy mood. Paying the bail with the money you made from the gig he was arrested from. You made sure to get the money the minute you two got there. A policy of yours.

A policy. You scoffed look at you thinking like you know a damn thing about this business. You're just persistent and sometimes you offer to fix up anything that needs fixing at the bar free of charge but did you care not really.

Was way better than that dumb office job you used to have. You were glad you saved every penny you earned before your parents cut you off cause you would've been flat broke-

"Hey! Doll! What are you a girlfriend? Or something?"

You said your next words a bit to bitterly in hindsight, "Or something"

"You his manager?" The officer who had called you little lady earlier asked. You didn't realize Lenny was skipping down the steps as you said

"Nice job officer fuck face you really connected the dots on that one" You're tone was angry.

"Hey watch it lady!" He growled at you. The lady at the front desk decided to interven lecturing you

"You'll catch no man's attention being so fowl." You noticed her signal to your unringed hand.

"Yeah? Well suck a lemon sugar putts." You say in a fake sweet tone.

"Thank god your boyfriends here get her the hell out of here before you have to bail her out" the officer who called tou doll said.

You turn to see Lenny grinning like a Cheshire cat getting to you in a few long strides and locking arms with you.

"Well be on our way" Lenny almost sung in amusement.

"Hey! Woah I'm not done!" you say breaking away from him instantly regretting the lose of contact. But your anger was too high who the hell were they to just violate free speech and then basically say you were Destin to be alone... okay maybe not that.. and maybe you need to fix your priorities abit but it all was the same to you at that moment..

"Aye! Fuck you! Fuck you! And especially Fuck you!" You grabbed there attention again as you procced to flip off officer 'doll', officer 'little lady', and that bitch receptionist in that order respectively.

Lenny laughed as he dragged you out of there. Chuckling he mumbled,"Nice job officer fuck face," shaking his head with light laughter

"More angry than I am." He mused as you two walked down the street.

"Yeah well its been a bad night." You hissed.

"Thank you for informing me I was shit tonight ill try and be shittier the next time your majesty" Lenny joked he had some ongoing bit of you being royalty or something.

"Are you kidding you were in fire tonight-" you said with a seriousness that made Lenny stop joking and look at you, "You are extremely talented and shouldn't need to 'behave yourself' to be up on that stage. That's where you belong." You said it firmly, "Don't worry I'll deal with the court stuff. You go home."

"And what will you do?"

"Go kiss ass at some club to get you to preform there... in other words my job. You get out of here you already did yours."

"Yeah, really? What? Get arrested for the hundredth time? Half those people that come there are there to see if I do or not."

"Still paying to see you which means money in your pocket... which by the way here you go.. abits gone cause bail cost money these days consider it my cut."

The bail was no were near the cut of profits you normally get but you had money and a part time job that gave you more money you didn't need it like he did. He had a kid to think about.

"Let's eat." He said. You guess he realized as he tried to give it back indirectly

"Maybe in the morning," you offered a slight smile," I have work to do."

"But you're done for the night."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"Lenny you're really good at your job but I'm better at mine. I gotta keep food on your table somehow." You say with a shrug and a whole load of fack confidence, "besides my day doesn't end till I go to sleep." You grin a real grin a grin you hide normally. You had been walking away from it so he only saw a distant one but he returned it.

"You're gonna be big Lenny Bruce! I'll make sure of it!" You yell as you cross the street a long ways away from him at that point but he still yells back

"What would I do without you princess!" He chuckles as he watches you walk away..god.. did he love you....

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First post trying to get better at building chemistry, don't honestly know how to use tumblr yet but if you can let me know? Skimmed for Grammer and spelling mistakes but honestly could have missed alot.

Hope you enjoyed have an amazing day :)

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Fandom: DC Characters: Batfam

Like most people his age, Dick had heard of the ‘Am I The Asshole?’ page on Reddit. He has even seen some of the stories read on his Tik Tok fyp. He was no stranger to it. Yet he didn’t think he would be one of the people sharing his story on the subreddit. Yet here he was with a laptop in his living room. Pissed off girlfriend in their bed. The title to his post already written.

Am I the asshole for telling my girlfriend I won’t stop my sister from hugging me?

Let me start by saying I never thought I would end up posting here. But here we are. My gf (23) Abbie and I M (24) have been together for a year now. Abbie has met my family and they all seemed to get along. The problem started a day ago at my younger brother Ty's party. I don’t live too far from home but I’m also not close to visit as much as I would like. So I don’t get to see my siblings a lot. This is where the problem started. One of my younger sisters Y (18) is touch starved. And out of the family, I’m one of the few huggy ones. So when she was younger and I was home I'd hug her as much as I could. I still do this now even tho she has gotten better and more members of the family have helped over the time I’m gone. Unknown to me this was a problem with my girlfriend. When we get back to our place after the party she blew up at me. Telling me it’s weird that I hug Y so much. How Y is now an adult and needs to get over being touched starved. How people will think Y and I are together since we’re not real siblings.

I lost it at the comment about Y and I not being real siblings. I yelled at her. Told her that I won’t stop hugging my sister. And if she keeps pushing this I would end the relationship. She ended up locking herself in our room. Yesterday her friends messaged me calling me an asshole. Saying that it’s not much to ask to stop hugging Y. Today I got a message from Y telling me that she didn’t want to ruin my relationship and that she won’t hug me anymore. I know my sister and I know this had to hurt her to write.

When I brought up Y’s message to Abbie today she said she didn’t send any message to Y and it must have been one of her friends. But she was happy that Y was understanding of the situation enough to be an adult and back off. I told her Y didn’t need to back off. And we got into another fight. She once again locked herself in our room and refuses to open up. I’m getting messages from her friends again. And I just need some help and advice from people not in my life.

It was posted. Not only did he use a different account but he made sure the IP wasn’t anywhere near Gotham or Buldhaven. He made sure to cover his tracks. With all that done Dick laid down on his couch and tried to get some sleep for the coming day.

It was a quiet day. Arielle; his girlfriend, didn’t say a word to him. Not a good morning and not a goodbye. Total silence and he tried to speak with her. Tried to be civil. So he left for work. A normal day in the corrupted police force.

It was at lunch that he got a text from one of his siblings.

Tim : Ty really? You called me Ty.

Dick : What are you talking about.

Tim : The Reddit post. It wasn’t hard to figure out it was you who post it.

Dick sighed as he typed out his text messages. Of course, Tim figured it out. Dick had hoped that no one in the family checked that sub-Reddit.

Dick : Does anyone else know?

Tim : You mean does Y/n know?

Tim : No

Tim : Not yet anyways

Dick : Please I don’t want her to know. She already thinks she is messing up my relationship.

Tim : I will do my best.

When he was in the middle of his paperwork was when Jason texted him.

Jason: Really

Jason: A Reddit post.

Dick: Did Tim tell you?

Jason: No. I live for drama and Am I the Asshole is full of it.

Dick: Why am I surprised?

Jason: Idk. You shouldn’t be.

Jason: But this isn’t the point.

Jason: The point is. Y/n is going to see this.

Dick: She barely uses Reddit.

Jason: But not Tik Tok!

He sighed again. He didn’t think this was going to get as big as it had in his family. Closing his phone Dick set to finishing his paperwork and heading home.

On his way back home he received a text from Cass.

Cass: Break up with her.

Dick: Let me guess you saw the Reddit post.

Cass: No.

Cass: Arielle texted Y/n. Now she is upset.

Yet again he sighed. This whole thing had blown up and now he had to fix it.

Getting home Arielle was her normal happy self. She greeted him with a kiss, mentioning something about making his favorite meal. Setting all his things on the table he watched her for a bit before speaking up.

“I think we should break up.” There was no skirting around this. And he didn’t want to. Yes, Dick loved Arielle but he loved his family more. He loved you more. Because he still remembers the scared teenager who sunk into their first hug. Who loves her hair being ruffled. And doesn’t mind being used as an armrest at the Batfamily cave meeting.

“What?” Arielle's happiness dropped as she stared at him. “You’re joking, right? Right?” He wasn’t and he made it clear.

“You have a problem with-”

“All I’m asking is for her to stop touching you so much and you allowing it! People-”

“You mean the media! The media who know and understand that Y/n and I are siblings.”

“Well. I…” She huffed throwing the bowl in her hand onto the counter. “Get out.” She pointed to the door. Which threw Dick for a loop.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me get out!” Storming over to him she began to try and shove him out of the apartment. “You’re breaking out with me. Get out of my apartment!” Dick was quick to pull her away gently so as not to hurt her.

“This is my apartment. Not your.” He stated staring her down. She tried to match him but he didn’t work. She quickly looked away.

“It’s the least you can do. I don’t have a place to stay.”

“Then call a friend. I’m sure one of them will come.” With that, he walked out of the kitchen and away from her. He needed a shower in the worst way. Not only to remove the grim of the day but all the emotions that were brought with it.

Two days. That was all it was and Arielle was out of his life. Her friends gave him dirty looks as they helped her move. Whisper nasty words under their breath but he didn’t care. Once she was gone and he had the spare key back it was like a breath of fresh air he didn’t know he needed.

He went back to Gotham right after. Surprising everyone in the manor. Y/n shrank away from him but he quickly; and easily scooped her up in his arms.

“But you’re-”

“I broke up with her.” He cut her off. Setting you down. He could see the blaming of yourself start to form in your eyes. Hug you again tightly he spoke. “She wasn’t the right one. I don’t need someone in my life that doesn’t get why I would want to hug my sister.”

“But-”

“No buts.” He pulled away placing a kiss on your forehead. “You didn’t do this. It was her. Don’t blame yourself for something she did. Got it?”

“Ya,” you whispered out.

“What was that? I didn’t hear that.” He pocked your sides causing you to laugh. And try to get away from him.

“I said ya!”

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