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part one

neighbor trope where you’re in love with Rodrick but he can’t stop pining after Heather Hills, takes place during Dog Days

“Rodrick, she ran over your fucking foot for christ’s sake!” He rolled his eyes at you from his position on his bed. “She’s into me, I know it. How could she resist?” Rodrick wasn’t wrong, he was pretty irresistible, to you at least.

The way his dark hair fell messily over his forehead, the adorable moles on his face, and oh god, his hands. Everything about him captivated you but he could never know. Rodrick liked girls like Heather Hills.

“Y/n? You there?” He said, waving a hand in your face. “Yeah- uh- sorry.” You had zoned out thinking about everything you wish you could do with Rodrick. “I uhm- gotta go. Keep your foot elevated, I mean it.” You gave him your most serious glare and got up from his bed. Rodrick winced at the movement.

You made the trek down the two flights of stairs to the main level where Mrs. Heffley was making dinner. “Hey, dear, is Rodrick doing alright? Did he tell you what happened?” You smiled faintly at her. “Oh he’s just fine. He said he tripped over a rock chasing Greg around.” Mrs. Heffley sighed, “Sounds about right. Well, would you like to stay for supper? We’re having your favorite!”

Mrs. Heffley was always so kind to you, she probably realized you’re the only girl who is actually nice to her oldest son. “Thank you for the offer but I have some work to catch up on.” Truthfully, you just wanted to go home and cry in your bed.

You immediately crawled into your bed as soon as you got home and started going down the list of things Heather Hills had that you didn’t. Blonde hair, tits, friends, popularity, the list continues. You fell asleep mulling over all of your shortcomings.

“Good morning, Y/n,” Rodrick smiled at you slyly. Oh god he has a plan. It always turned out bad when he gave you that look. “So, do you wanna hit the country club with me today?” Your brow furrowed in confusion, “You, Rodrick Heffley, are asking me to go to a country club?” “Yeah, Greg’s chubby friend can get us in.”

He was referring to Rowley Jefferson and he was completely serious. You shrugged in agreement. A smile broke out on his face and he smirked, “Wear something… skimpy.”

You walked back to your house to put on a skimpy bathing suit, per Rodrick's Instructions . What did that mean? Did he want to see you in something revealing? Thoughts aside, you rummaged through your drawers until you found it.

The smallest bikini you owned. It was black and the bottoms were nearly a thong. You put on the top, the minuscule triangles only covering the bare minimum. You threw on a Löded Diper t-shirt that was two sizes too big, courtesy of Rodrick.

You ran outside to meet Rodrick at his van, “Ready?” You nod at him. You had never felt so anxious before in your life. Rodrick reached over to turn the music up and you flinched. “Woah, woah, you okay over there, y/n?” Your face flushed, “Oh yeah, I-I’m fine,” you stammered.

After a short but bumpy ride, you guys arrived. “Follow me,” Rodrick said in a hushed voice. Apprehensively, you did as he asked.

“Rodrick, it reeks back here, when did you say Greg will get here?” Rodrick was obviously just as frustrated as you were but he assured you it would be any moment. Just then, the locked gate rattled. “Finally! Greg, my man!” Rodrick gave his younger brother a couple slaps on his back and you giggled. It was rare to witness them getting along, it was sweet.

The country club was nice. Rodrick led you over to a couple of chairs, “Make yourself at home, señorita.” Rodrick plopped down and stretched his arms behind his head. God, his muscles. You removed your shirt before you sat, and hovered for a moment. You were holding your arms around your stomach and looking around, discomfort evident on your face. So many beautiful girls there made you feel lesser. “Hey, y/n, you look great. Relax.” You instantly felt more at ease. For a while, you and Rodrick just sat and enjoyed the day.

Then you saw her. It was her. Heather Hills in a lifeguard suit strutting past both of you. You sat up and so did Rodrick.

“H-hey Heather!” Rodrick called after her. She made a noise of disgust, “As if, loser!” Rodrick huffed, “Damn it, you weren’t enough? I need to get to her somehow.”

Your heart dropped, you were there to make Heather Hills… jealous? “Rodrick? Did you bring me here just to-“ He cut you off, “Yeah yeah, one minute y/n.” He completely dismissed you and ran off.

You were livid. Absolutely enraged. You could be sad later but right now you needed Rodrick to know how furious he’d made you. The splash he made when he jumped into the pool caught your attention.

What the fuck was he trying to do?

Rodrick began flailing his arms around, splashing and gasping, “Help! Help me I’m drowning!” He cried out similar exclamations for the next minute or so. You’d seen enough. You grabbed your things and left, you’d walk home. Greg stopped you on your way out, “I’m sorry y/n, maybe he’ll realize soon.” You sighed, ruffing up Greg’s hair. How was Greg already smarter than Rodrick?

Jesus your house was further than you thought, did you even know where you were? Whatever, you’d figure it out. You were kicking pebbles along the sidewalk when you heard his van pull up beside you. “Y/n, get in the van,” he called out. You ignored him. “C’mon,” he yelled, “let me make sure you get home safely, please.” You gave in, you were tired of walking anyways. “Thank you,” he said when you plopped down in the passenger seat.

The van stopped abruptly in front of your houses. You broke the awkward silence and started going off on him. “You’re an asshole, you know that?. You used me to try and get to Heather Hills? Y’know how shitty that made me feel? For a second I thought- I really thought-” You paused, “Forget it.” You flung open your door and stormed into your front door. Rodrick was still absolutely oblivious.

He decided to give you some space and go to his own home. Greg was sitting on the floor playing twisted wizard when Rodrick walked in. “You still don’t get it do you?” Greg asked. Rodrick, visibly annoyed, quipped back, “Nothing to get, little bro,” and bounded up the stairs.

You woke up, groggy. You had fallen asleep at some point after getting home. What time is it? It was only 4pm. You heard knocking on your back door, Great. Dramatically, you flung the door open, already knowing who it was. You gestured, reluctantly inviting him in. Remembering what you were wearing, you blushed. You were still in a large t-shirt and bikini bottoms.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I talked to Greg about it and I understand how stupid I am.” He seemed genuinely embarrassed. You took pity on him, how could you not? “It’s okay, Rodrick. I overreacted.” He smiled, “Great! Because I have great news!” You returned the smile, half-heartedly. “What’s your news?” “Okay, so after you left, Greg scored me a gig at Heather Hills’ sweet 16! Can you believe it?”

There was that feeling again, your heart shriveling and dropping to the depths of hell. Greg didn’t get through to him, after all. “Oh that’s- that’s great, Rodrick.” You really tried to seem enthused. “When is it?” you asked. “It’s in a week and you’re totally coming with, I need my favorite roadie there!” Rodrick was sweet sometimes, just not in the way you wanted. At least he wanted you there.

+hi hi this was my first fic in a long long time!! hope you enjoyed:) stick around for part 2

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problematicfavesareproblematic · 3 years

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I Wish I Could Leave This Alone (I Know How Much You Want Me To)

Babe Heffron x Reader (plus guest) One Shot

Summary: Babe’s birthday gift to you has an unexpected party crasher

Warnings: smut, angst, infidelity (?), reader overthinking while getting dicked down, I wrote this and immediately posted it so it will be edited at some point

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Babe’s kiss was soft, but his touch was not.

You couldn’t help the groan that escaped from the back of your throat as one of his hands gripped tightly at your hip, and when he smiled against your lips you couldn’t help but feel like you’d had done something to amuse him.

“What?” you pant, leaning back at the waist to break the kiss and frowning at his smirk.

He chuckled warmly as he walked you backward towards your bed, the hand at your hip finding its way under your shirt and up against your sternum.

“Where’d you go, Gorgeous?” he asked playfully, and you immediately felt guilty.

He was right, you’d gone somewhere else for a while. That wasn’t fair to him, and you knew that. And while he was quick to call you out on it, he never seemed to truly take offense to it. You weren't sure what that said about him. Or you, for that matter.

You shake your head and bring your hands to the hem of his t-shirt, lightly tracing your nails across the sensitive skin of his lower stomach. “Started getting a bit ahead of myself, that’s all.”

Pressing a kiss to the hinge of his jaw, you use your position to slide your hand down the front of his trousers and cup him through his boxers.

“You forgot to breathe,” he mumbles, his voice slow and distracted. “Can’t have you blacking out and embarrassing yourself like that—Woah.”

A smile of your own breaking across your face, you nose at him until he brings his mouth to yours again, making a show of inhaling sharply as the backs of your knees hit the bed.

“Good note,” you say breathily as you pull his shirt up his back, giggling idiotically as he intentionally gives you a hard time of it. Your shirt doesn’t last long either, and with a practiced ease, you have each other stripped and bare in the blueish darkness of your barrack.

He isn’t gentle when his hands grip your bare skin, his movements excited and rough as he settles against the headboard and pulls you up to straddle his lap.

“I remembered, by the way.”

Taking his face in your hands, you hold him away to study him, confusion marring your constantly furrowed brow. “Remembered…?”

His eyes are aglow in the dark, so amber and warm that they reminded you of the spiced ciders your family would make during the holidays back home. A wicked smile crosses his face, and he chuckles quietly.

“I told you what knowing my middle name would cost you when you asked me last month, and the information I wanted in return. And I told you I wouldn’t forget…”

The cogs clicked in your head, and you made a sound of upset when you figured out what he was talking about.

Detail for detail, that’s the deal, Sweetcheeks.

“Happy Birthday, Sargent Y/N.” He waggled his eyebrows, and you booed him quietly.

“What are the odds a blowjob will make you forget about it?” you ask with a wince, gasping when he playfully rolled his hips up to meet yours. Feeling how hard he was made your blood begin to run hotter.

“Hmm,” he hummed, leaning forward to suck a kiss on the delicate skin beneath your collarbone. “Somewhere between none and slim.”

With an annoyed hum, you lean your head forward to rest atop his head and let him mouth at you, your hand coming up to pull at his hair only when you knew he was intentionally trying to leave a mark.

“And do you remember what I said I wanted to give you for your birthday?”

Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you realized that you could only sit in hot embarrassment as he laughed at you again.

“Such a prim and proper lady, scandalized by the idea of riding my face—”

“Edward!” you hissed, hands that once held his face now pushing it away. “Don’t say it like that, come on—”

The auburn-haired man laughed, catching your wrists and pulling you into his chest. you grunted with frustration, your face now pressed against the hollow of his throat.

“It’s not like my mouth hasn’t been down there before, you know.”

Sighing, you let yourself sag into him slightly, trying not to lose yourself in his lighthearted tone.

“Yeah, but not like that, when I’m just…you know.”

“Oh I see, you like it better when I do all the work and you get to take the princess position, huh?”

“Jesus Christ, Babe” you sit up again with a huff, attempting to pull your wrists back from his unyielding grip. “I try to be serious for one fucking second….”

Rolling his eyes, he surges up and kisses you sweetly, and for a minute you feel yourself begin to slip out of your body again.

But he brings you back. He always brings you back to him and here and now.

“C’mon, Sweet Thing…” he croons shamelessly against your lips, rough hands releasing your wrists and sliding teasingly up and down your thighs. The touch has you trembling in his lap, and he’s kissing you before you can be too embarrassed. “If you hate it, I’ll stop and you can fucking edge me until I blackout, I swear to god. You gotta let me see you like this, Y/N. Please, Gorgeous…?”

Good GOD he was shameless, literally begging you to allow him the chance to make you feel good, to show you how good he can make you feel- how much he wanted to be the one to do it to you first.

Anticipation was knotted in your throat as you smashed your lips to his, a flutter of heady resolve resting in your belly. As if he could taste what you were thinking, he wrapped his arms around you and hummed against your mouth.

“God, you’re so perfect...” he pulled you into him, rolling his hips in a way that seemed to remind you of the urgency you both had felt before.

When he pulls back this time he’s grinning at you like a complete idiot, happier than any man should be at the prospect of cunnilingus, in your opinion.

But Edward Heffron was nothing if not enthusiastic in his pursuits.

“Hands on the windowsill,” he said breathlessly, his cheeks turning pink and making you want to kiss him again. When you didn’t follow his request quickly enough he guided your hands there himself and folded your fingers around the frame of the open window.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Do I want to know how long you’ve been thinking about this, or will I be insulted?”

He smacks your thigh lightly, drawing a surprised yelp from your lungs that melts into a hum of amusement as he kneads the reddening flesh.

“How about we err on the side of caution and say….. just within the past few months?”

“And you held me in the highest regard before that- right, Private?”

He says nothing for a moment, and when he does agree to your proposed question he mumbles it into the valley between your breasts.

“Hmph. You’re a terrible liar. This had better be worth it.”

Seemingly satisfied with your ability to keep your hands where he set them, Babe encourages you to rise up to your knees so you’re no longer flush in his lap. Immediately, his eyes flick down to your sex, and you cannot help the way your thighs start to shake

He says something under his breath that you can’t quite catch before he looks back at your face and his expression softens for a second.

“Remember what I said earlier? I mean it, you know I mean it—”

You’re nodding before he can finish the sentiment, letting a soft smile play at the corners of your kiss-swollen lips. “You’ll be the first to know if I want to stop. Promise.”

With one more biting kiss to the middle of your chest he brings his assault downwards with hands, lips, and teeth- his touch just the right amount of hard and teasing to send your head swimming long before you finally feel his breath on the overly-sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Oh fuck,” he sounds far away, but maybe that’s just because you’re feeling too big for your own body at the moment. “Could die happy here…”

God, he’s such a whore.

The first touch of his tongue has you pitching yourself forward, eyes squeezed shut as you let your face poke out the window enough to feel the breeze on your clammy face.

Shit, he was good at that- it felt so good. If you didn't have your own goddamn skeletons in your proverbial closet you may have even been jealous to think of all the other women who had been privy to this most spectacular consideration. Babe was kissing you down there just as sweetly as he had ever kissed your lips, and it made you briefly wonder if anyone else from your past could have made you feel as high as he was making you feel right now.

Bowing your head to look down at him, your breath catching at the sight of him looking up at you from between your thighs, his arms folded around your hips to control the small jumps you couldn’t seem to get a handle on.

“Fuck, Babe!” you bite out, the idea of him looking up your body and watching you squirm threatening to overwhelm you. “Can’t fucking do that, ‘s gross angle for me…”

“Oh?” he said, the sound and feeling of his voice running up your body in the most sinful way. “I beg to differ...”

Knowing that watching him watch you would ultimately be too much, you shake your head to clear your thoughts and lift your head to look back out the window into the night air.

Only to come face to face with Ronald Speirs.

A sound of surprise, shock, embarrassment, and panic got caught in your throat alongside your cresting moan and resulted in the most depraved cry that seemed to surprise all three of you.

Your blood boiled as it froze in your veins as you made eye contact with Speirs, mortification and utter shock leaving your mouth hanging open in a silent shriek of horror.

You had no idea how long the other man had been standing there, but if the look in his eyes was any indication it had been long enough to know exactly what was happening on the other side of the wall, just below the window frame. A cigarette hung forgotten between his lips as he openly stared at you, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed silently.

When Babe’s hand came up to squeeze your breast enticingly, you nearly jumped out the window.

Oh my God This can’t be happening right now I have to stop him Oh fucking hell….

Your head whipped down and he looked up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, mouth red and damp as he panted wickedly up at you. “You okay, Gorgeous?”

A crushing realization fell onto you in that very moment: there was no way you could tell him what was happening- who was there watching your shared private moment outside. Because that would mean that you’d have to explain that Ron always did this, that every night he would smoke near wherever you were sleeping that night and keep watch like a possessive and protective shadow.

And the only way you could explain that was by telling Babe about what you and Ron had once had- no, almost had. He rejected you, you reminded yourself harshly. He made his stance on you abundantly clear when he’d had you transferred into Easy Company. The fact that Speirs still behaved as if he was somehow responsible for you was not your problem.

Besides, you had Babe. You wanted Babe. Even if the ache in your heart tried to tell you differently.

You made your peace with Ron Speirs’ rejection a long time ago.

Not trusting your voice, you nod vehemently and hope what is happening outside isn’t clearly written on your face.

A smug grin stretches across his face. “Good, ‘cause you taste better than I imagined…..”

You curse as he pulls you back down to his mouth, your head flashing back up to see that Ron has gotten rid of his cigarette and shucked off his heavy coat and gun. His dark eyes look downright predatory, and if you had any sense in your sex-dumb head you would stop this debauchery and transfer somewhere far away from the both of them.

You open your mouth to do something, anything to save yourself some dignity in this fucking exhibitionist nightmare, but Speirs’s finger flies up to his lips, the command clear even through the darkness.

You knew this would happen eventually something in his gaze seemed to accuse. Did you really believe you could forget who you’re wishing was beneath you?

But as you watch him tilt his head, something else is conveyed: he’s asking for permission.

He didn’t intend to leave. He wanted to watch.

But he would, if you wanted him to.

It was cruel of him, and something in the way he worked his jaw told you that he knew it too, but like you he was too far gone to stop it.

You both know better, each of you having your own reasons for not wanting to inevitably hurt the other and cross that line. Your own sick, backwards ways of self-protection and showing affection for the other seemed to be twisting and becoming more complex as time went on.

The more involved you became with Babe….Ron suddenly wanted to be your friend again just after you had first slept with Babe.

You immediately understood that you and Ron were nearing your final days of dancing around each other, that you would have to be the one to stop it. Because Edward Heffron was too good and too kind to be fucked with like this. Eventually, you would have to stop being so selfish.

In a final show of weakness, you nod silently to Ron, your breath coming in quick bursts as your lover has patiently worked you up and up to the crest of your crescendo, none the wiser to the wicked thoughts and realizations spinning around in your head.

I really am a monster.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, not as Ron stalked right up to the window with such confidence that you thought you had gravely misread the situation and he was going to announce himself to Babe.

You had just begun to make a hush of protest when his cold hands gripped yours and he knelt down so he was nose to nose with you, his hot glare turning it into another embarrassing sound of pleasure.

“Shit!” You whimpered, your body trembling more violently as the coil in your belly began to constrict. Ron’s thumbs rubbed the back of your knuckles in a soothing motion as he made a sound of pity low in his throat, the clucking of his tongue quiet enough that it disappeared in the sounds of the forest surrounding them.

When you get a better look at his face you can see his look of empathy is almost mocking, and you briefly wonder if you would ever have sex with someone who didn’t like to antagonize you the whole time.

As you try to pull your hands out from under his, he shakes his head sternly before wrestling them into his grip, the action pulling you slightly further out the window and making you gasp.

Babe chuckles and grips your ass to control the speed in which your hips rocked, a nibble on your clit nearly making you scream.

You’re a terrible person. You’re the worst kind of woman. you hate yourself for this.

Ron’s brows furrow and his face goes soft, eyes a warm burn rather than a vengeful inferno. You don’t realize you have begun crying until he brushes the tears from your cheeks with quick fingers.

You press your forehead against his as your body bows in warning, your orgasm approaching with unforgiving intensity.

Ron doesn’t kiss you and you don’t kiss him. You never had and after this long, you don't think you ever will. You hate how much you wished you could though.

Especially with another man’s tongue working you into a frenzy at the same fucking time.

“Please, I want you...” you said pathetically, and Ron had the grace to look down in shame. Guilty fingers intertwined with yours and with a sad grimace he kissed the backs of your hands.

“I know you do, I’m so sorry,” he breathes across your knuckles, tongue darting out to wet the chilling skin where he kissed, kissing your hand as he had wished to kiss your mouth each and every day since he had met you.

But you couldn’t, he couldn’t. And he wouldn’t let you ever try.

You came with a silent cry, only the whispered reminder from both of the men you loved to breathe saved you from falling apart in the most critical moment.

Because you are cruel you take one hand from Ron, the one he wasn’t kissing, and pull it back.

Babe’s overgrown hair is soft and damp as you reach down to rake your fingers through it, quickly finding his hand on your hip and clinging to his fingers with painful desperation as you quake above him.

Pulling you impossibly close to his mouth, Babe holds you as you tremble through the last of your pleasure, suckling once, twice more before noisily pulling away from you.

The sound was so lewd even Ron had to close his eyes and grit his teeth in order to stay quiet.

your hair clung to your face, and after sliding his fingers from yours Ron brushes the sweaty strands around your hairline.

As you begin to catch your breath, you remember who you are, who all you’re with, and all that’s brought each of you to this point. You remember that Ron Speirs has to go, will always have to go.

He didn’t want you to be his, wasn’t interested in sharing his barracks or you asking him about his past or remembering your birthday. You didn’t matter, none of this did.

All that mattered to him was the fight. The big picture. “We’re all already dead. Why bother acting like this is anything other than a distraction?”

“Y/N,” Babe’s gentle kisses land on your hips and you realize that the time for your decision is coming sooner than she had anticipated. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You take a few more shuddering breaths with Ron, and from the way he tightened his jaw you knew he knew that you were going to have to let one of them go. And, because he’s just as selfish as you are, he doesn’t want you to choose Babe.

He’d rather keep you like a lark he can turn to for reassurance and comfort. Like a bird in a cage.

With a final sniffle, you look down, away from Ron, and give all of your attention to the beautiful, sex-mussed man who was looking up at you so sweetly and with such a clear desire for approval that you almost started crying all over again.

Ron lets you slip your fingers from his and takes a silent step back as you return your attention to your lover. You let him disappear into the night.

“Nothing at all, Babe,” you reassure him with a sigh, moving shakily down his body so you can kiss him as deeply as you can, sealing your body to his as you hold his face between your hands. “I just forgot where I was for a second there.”

Nipping at your bottom lip, he waits until you pull back before smiling stupidly at you.

“That good, huh?”

Shaking your head, you scoff and flick his chest. As he starts to chuckle, you roll yourself off of him enough to scratch your nails lightly across his stomach.

“I’ll give you a full review after round two, how about that?” You smirk as his eyebrows shoot up, sitting up and swinging your leg over his hips to straddle him. “But right now, how about I reward the idiot I love for remembering my birthday?”

If he’s surprised by your sudden proclamation of affection, he makes no show of it. And somehow that makes the moment all the sweeter.

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(HELLO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE FIC I LOVE YALL COVID IS A BITCH! I’M CURRENTLY WORKING ON THREE FICS SO HOPEFULLY THEY WILL FOLLOW SHORTLY! OKAY BYE BYE MY GORGEOUS GEODUCKS!)

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spiked-tea-writing · 3 years

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and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

#sapnap x reader #sapnap #sapnapxreader #sapnap fluff #sapnap fanfic #sapnap fanfiction #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n

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Natasha has been fantasizing about you for a while, One day she finds out that avenger's fans write NSFW fanfics about them and finds one about her and you, she gets turned on and things get heated when you find her touching herselfe while reading a fanfic where you're taking her with a strapon.

you know what? this reminds me of the super old fanfiction concepts about bands and stuff and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy so for the sake of that, lets give you a little something.

warnings: 18+. sexual thoughts, masturbation, fumbly nat, implied smut. sub nat, as always.

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Natasha can't admit to herself that the second she stumbled across one - about Steve and Bucky, to her surprise - she went out of her way to look for the rest. Ones about herself, purely out of curiousity, and definitely through an incognito tab because Tony finding her web history is the last thing she needs.

She comes across a variety of writing that make her laugh and want to cry, even one about her romantically involved with Clint that makes her quit for a full hour to try and forget about it. She's about to give up, refusing to go back to it, until she sees the next one.

Her mind races immediately, the thought alone of being with you making her nervous and excited at the same time. She tentatively reads, and finds herself unable to stop. Especially though, when a fanfiction version of you and her are going at it in the backseat of a car on a mission.

You're kneeling between her legs, fingers playing at her inner thighs while you kiss her hard, and it's just enough for Natasha's breath to hitch, for warmth to begin to settle in her stomach.

Nat pauses, slamming her phone face down on the bed. "No. No more."

She lays back against the pillow, running a hand across her forehead and sighing.

Natasha thinks about you, more importantly though you and her. You with her. She'd be lying to herself if she said she hadn't been curious about it before, and she'd be an absolute fool to convince herself that she's not attracted to you.

It scares her a little, the way her brain tries to convince her that it's completely okay to be reading about you and her in such a circumstance. It scares her even more when she opens her phone again, eyes falling to the sentence at the bottom of the screen.

Natasha clenches her thighs together, releasing a shaky breath at the image in her head. You, hovering above her, toy bumping over her clit just right, exactly how she likes it because you read her body better than anyone ever has.

That alone is enough for her slip a hand into her jeans. A slip across the outside of her panties is fair right? It's not like she's going to make herself come to the thought of you, no. She knows that it's wrong. She knows, though in the back of her mind she knows that still won't stop her.

Fuck, she's wet. She doesn't know how already but she is, she can feel it without even dipping underneath her underwear.

The more she reads, the more she feels.

Slipping a hand under her panties, she sighs as she brushes her clit. Christ, she wishes it was your hands. Reading it in detail made it more real, visioning it in her mind made her unable to think of anything except you, your hands on her, your mouth on her.

Natasha groans, pulling her hand from her jeans to rid herself of them instead, pulling her panties off afterwards and laying back comfortably on the bed.

She spreads her thighs, running her fingertips over her clit.

Down.

Fuck, she bets you'd feel better inside her. It's good, her fingers are good, but they're not enough. They're not yours.

She curls two fingers, right into place, right where she needs your fingers to be hitting over and over.

Natasha starts mumbling to herself, after reading far too much. Her phone lands somewhere on the bed she doesn't care to look. Her free hand knots in her own hair and her eyes shut tight. There's too much pleasure, too much good to feel guilty about it right now.

"Yes. Right there, fuck," she mutters. Picturing you, mumbling your name right after, it's enough to get her close. That is, until there's a knock at her door.

"Nat? Can I come in for a sec?"

Fuck. Shit. It's you, Natasha knows that voice anywhere. Christ, how the fuck is she going to explain this without looking like a complete idiot.

Even if there was time to shove her pants back on, the heavy breathing would give it away.

Worse though, is that Natasha didn't think this would happen at all, so she didn't even lock the door behind her.

Natasha panics, whimpering quietly at the lack of touch as she attempts to pull her jeans on. "Just a second!"

Too late.

"Woah-woah, shit!" Natasha sees you step backwards, a hand covering your eyes without a second thought. "Sorry, Nat. You didn't answer me at first, I was checking if you were here but Jesus! I'd rather you just told me to fuck off next time."

Nat blushes furiously, doing the button of her jeans up.

"Is there a point in that?" You smirk at her. "It's not like it wasn't obvious. I could hear you whimpering outside the door."

Dammit, now she's really caught.

"Didn't take you to be loud in bed, Natty."

Natasha groans, throwing a pillow from her bed at you with a reasonable amount of force. "I'm not loud. And don't call me that."

She watches your gaze move to her phone.

"Y/N, no." Nat scrambles to the bed to grab it, but you're nearer and unfortunately for Nat, you're quicker than her. "Y/N, I swear!"

Turning the phone in your hand, you gaze between Natasha and the phone that's lit up like Christmas. It only takes a quick glance to work it out.

Natasha grabs it from your hand, getting rid of the tab and throwing it on the chair across the room.

"If only you'd locked your phone, принцесса." You tut in her direction and watch as Natasha panics.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry it's not what it looks like. I was just curious and it'd been a long time since I-"

"Hey." You drop the smirk, taking a tentative step toward her. Your hands raise, not quite resting on her hips but ready to. "May I?"

Natasha thinks for a moment, relaxes a little under your gaze. She nods.

Your hands are burning hot on her hips, thumbs working circles over her jeans. "Just calm down."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't. It's okay, really. I don't want you to be embarrassed." You mutter softly. "Actually, I'm quite pleased."

She looks at you in question, eyebrow raised. "What do you mean."

"Would you believe me if I told you I'd stumbled across this once or twice too?"

Natasha's mouth bobs open and closed, unable to form a sentence.

"Okay, better question." You move one hand to the side of her neck, running your thumb from one side to another. Wouldn't take much to grab a little tighter. "Would you believe me if I said I wanted you too? Or if I said how often I've thought about you?"

Natasha remains silent.

You brush her jaw with your fingertips, tracing over to her bottom lip with your thumb.

"C'mon, детка. Talk to me."

"I..."

You take a chance, moving your thumb a little to see what she'll do. To your pleasant surprise, something snaps in her, like a switch, she changes completely. Back to the snarky, badass assassin you've come to know instead of a nervous wreck, though you adore that side of her too.

Natasha meets your eyes and refuses to drop your gaze. She's daring you to make a move, she's daring you to go further. She wants to know just how serious you are about this.

Your thumb parts her lips, her jaw, resting against her tongue as her she wraps her lips around it. You smirk at her. "That's it. Wasn't so hard, was it?"

Natasha kisses you first, your hand going back to her hips as hers cup the back of your head, pulling you down to her level. Her tongue traces your lips and Christ, she's eager, you both are.

Before you can even break the first kiss she's pulling at your shirt as she whimpers. "Hurry up."

You chuckle. "Thought you weren't sure."

"Oh, I'm sure. You going to fuck me or not?"

"Depends. Are you going to ask me nicely, pretty girl? Or do I have to force you to use some manners?"

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff drabble #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu

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wannabemobwife · 3 years

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: You Didn’t Get to Heaven But, You Made it Close

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Language, Fighting, possible typos, hospital scenes

-Words: 4.6K

Chapter 4: You Didn’t Get to Heaven But, You Made it Close

Words: 4.6K

The night was a typical one at the Holland household. Earlier that night, Rosie helped you cook dinner, spaghetti and meatballs, a Holland family dinner favorite. Dinner was quiet, Tom had been ignoring Parker for multiple reasons, mainly the ultimatum but also he was still angered by the recklessness of his son the other night.

Only the sound of slight flickering of the chandelier candles, could be heard. It was a deafening silence that consumed them. No one wanting to speak up and risk and argument forming. Dinner ended quicker than it began and everyone excused themselves.

Tom and you sat by the fire in the living room while their kids closed themselves off for the night. Not giving another thought to their kids. Little did they know, Parker had a date that night. And after dinner ceased, planned his escape.

“Tommy, I think it’s about time we turn in,” you said.

“Y/N, I don’t know what we’re going to do.” Tom whispered with a somber voice.

“About what baby?”

“Parker. The threat. Everything,” Tom was beyond stressed at the moment.

“Shh, we’ll figure it out. We always do,” you said rubbing the back of Tom’s head and Tom nodded in response

“Now come on, why don’t I put your mind at ease,” you whispered seductively.

“Are you talking about some good lovin’?” Tom inquired moving his eyebrows up and down.

“You’re such a dork. I was, we’ll see now.”

“Aww don’t be like that, you’re such a tease.” “Oh you love it,” you said. “Yes, I do,” Tom shouted following you up the stairs.

“I think I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?” You exclaimed cheekily.

“Love, you don’t have ask me twice” Tom said. How could you be anymore perfect? The day ended even more perfectly.

After they showered, you both changed into wannabe pajamas, for you, a tank top and some shorts and Tom wore a pair of boxers. They were all set to watch a little TV and hop under the covers when tiredness overcame them, falling asleep in each others arms. Absolutely content with everything in your life, everyone in the family was safe, nothing had come of the note yet.

“I love you, darling,” Tom whispered pressing his lips to your hairline.

You were already fast asleep. How did he get, you, this amazing woman to fall in love with him? The night soon fell into pitch darkness, however Tom’s phone ringing, startling him out of his deep sleep.

“Hello?” Tom answered it with a groggy voice.

“Is this Mr. Holland, father of Parker Holland?” A woman on the other line spoke.

“Yes, this is. Who the fuck is this?” Tom said rather rudely just being woken up.

“Sir, I’m calling from Kingston Memorial Hospital. Your son has been involved in an accident.”

“Fuck, I’m on my way.” Tom muttered as he hung up

“Angel wake up, something is wrong with Parker,” Tom whispered, shaking you awake.

“Tommy, what? What’s wrong?” You muttered as you stirred awake.

“Just get dressed.” Tom said.

Driving like a madman and disregarding all traffic signals, they all eventually arrived at the hospital. Not giving anything else a second thought.

They all piled into the Rolls Royce. Tom drove, for the first time in a long time, always having someone drive him. You sat in the passenger seat, clutching Tom’s hand and hoping to god your baby boy was okay.

You hadn’t even bothered to wear proper clothes, you wore mix-matched shoes, shorts, a tank top and an overcoat to stay warm. Rosie was like her mother, only wearing a hoodie and pajama bottoms. Tom on the other hand was more put together, wearing a regular t-shirt and pants along with the same pair of shoes, unlike, you, his wife.

Barging through the sliding doors, Tom made his presence known.

“Parker Holland, where is he?” Tom screamed as he marched up to the receptionist.

“I’m sorry sir, hold on a moment,” the nurse clad in light blue scrubs said.

“NO! Fuck this. Parker Holland, tell me where the fuck he is before I blow your brains out.” Tom shouted and flashed his pistol.

“Alright Sir, just please put the gun away,” the nurse pleaded.

“He is in room 202,” she concluded.

“Thank you, come on Tommy,” you replied, pulling your husband away.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the moment you saw your baby boy lying unconscious in a hospital bed.

“I’m sorry, are you family?” asked the doctor as everyone funneled in the room.

“Yes, we are his parents,” Tom concluded

“I’m his sister,” Rosie spoke up, trying not to be forgotten.

“Good. Parker has a mild concussion, a few broken ribs, and he came in with a ruptured spleen which was taken care of during surgery. The anesthesia should be wearing off any moment now,” the doctor explained.

“Parker? Baby? It’s mommy. Please wake up,” you whispered to your son while petting his head, trying not cry at his busted lip and swollen eye.

“Mr. Holland? Sorry to disturb you but, the police would like to talk with you” a nurse informed Tom. Tom nodded with a blank expression, not letting his eyes stray away from his son.

“Follow me, sir,” the nurse concluded as she led him out of the room.

“Mom, is Parker going to be okay?” Rosie inquired. “I hope so” you responded with a hoarse voice from crying. Rosie wrapped her arms around you, comforting you,

You were so used to you being the one waking up in a hospital bed. At first, dating Tom and eventually marrying him, put a huge target on your back. Never experiencing the crippling fear of losing the one you love most.

Meanwhile, Tom was conversing with the cops who were on the scene. “Sir, your son was a victim to an assault that happened earlier at The Luxe, a nightclub downtown,” explained one of the cops. They stood tall, attempting to act macho but failing. The notorious mobster scared them. The stories, alone, spread on the street was enough to make a grown man soil his pants.

One of them was a man around age 45, looked like he had a pension and drove a hybrid car. Old but tried too hard to be young again. The other was a woman, rather young, possibly new to force. Both of them oblivious to man they were questioning. Unaware of Tom’s business and status. “What? I don’t understand.” Tom was puzzled, he knew his son snuck out, but to a nightclub, why? “It seemed like the moment it was made known that he was a Holland, they let him in,” interjected one of the officers. “Alright, anything else? If you don’t mind I would like to get back to my family.” Tom concluded, bothered by their pestering. “Your son wasn’t alone?” “What?” “There was another body found at the scene. A female about 16 years old, her ID labeled her as Charlotte Owens. She was shot in the abdomen and found dead at the scene,” the officer informed Tom. “Did your son know this woman?” asked the first officer, holding up her driver’s license. “Nope. Never heard of her. I’m sorry to hear about her, wrong place wrong time I guess.” Tom couldn’t tell them the truth, he only needed to protect his family right now and if that meant blatantly lying to the authorities it was worth it. “Your son really had no connection to Ms. Owens?” asked the second policeman.

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Mr. Holland, when we found your son he was covered in blood, not his own.” “What… are you accusing my son of murder? I’ll have you know I can have both your jobs in an instant,” Tom yelled, astounded at such an accusation.

“Sir, are you threatening us?” said the cops growing defensive. “No. Just making you aware of the situation. Tell Captain Reid I, Tom Holland, says ‘I’ll call him tomorrow, if you guys can’t do your jobs and leave me and my family alone”” Tom knew what he was doing. You don’t get to be the most powerful man in London by not having the police Captain in your pocket.

“We’re sorry sir, it won’t happen again,” the cops said, realizing they might have just made a very powerful enemy.

“I should hope so, if you have anymore questions here’s my business card and I suggest you don’t bother me again,” Tom concluded.

“Yes, sir. Have good rest of your night,” they said but Tom ignored them as he made a call.

“Tom? Do you know what time it is?” Harrison answered after a few rings, probably consumed by deep sleep.

“Haz I’m at the hospital.” Tom spoke with a somber voice.

“What? What happened?” Haz said all panicky. “Parker snuck out and got beaten up. A hit had to be on him. He was with his girlfriend. She didn’t make it.” “Jesus Christ. I’m on my way. Is it Kingston Memorial?” Harrison inquired. “Yes, also bring Henry I have a feeling Parker is going to need some moral support.” “Alright, be there soon mate.”

Parker was coming out of his deep sleep. His body begged for it, desperately needing to heal. He took quite a beating.

“Woah, woah. Where am I?” Parker asked, confused by his surroundings.

“Honey you’re at the hospital, don’t move you’ll hurt yourself.” You exclaimed. Parker soon realized everything that had transpired that night.

“They killed her,” Parker whispered as his eyes went cold. Every moment flashing before his eyes. One minute she was dancing, full of life and the next lying his arms dead.

“What? Who, honey?” You asked just relieved that your son was awake. “Charlotte.” Tom said walking in as you burst into tears at the vocalization of Charlotte’s name.

“What? Parker you need to tell me what happened. I thought you were in your room,” you pestered, only concerned about her son’s well being.

“I snuck out and my girlfriend got killed. What more is there to tell?” Parker said raising his voice and showing off his beloved Tom’s temper.

“I’m sorry. Charlotte just wanted me to be there to celebrate her birthday. I’m so sorry. If it weren’t for me she would still be alive,” Parker explained, tears slipping from his eyes.

“Shh baby, you can explain later. Just get some rest,” you concluded and Parker nodded in response.

“Mom, I’m gonna get some air,” Rosie said, wanting to be sick at the thought of Charlotte’s demise. She walked aimlessly around the hospital, making her way outside by the ambulance entrance.

Her breathing rapidly increased, she was hyperventilating. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she whispered to herself.

Collapsing against the wall, she sunk to the ground and brought her knees to her chest. Parker being the older sibling, knew more of the family business and tried to shield Rosie as much as possible. Not wanting to see her dad littered with blood after a hard day’s work.

“Rosie?” Henry asked with concern, seeing her sitting on the ground with tears streaming down her face.

“Hey, hey, hey. I got you. You’re okay. I got you.” Henry whispered bringing her into his embrace.

“Henry. I’m so glad you’re here.” She said, not letting go.

“Roo, you gotta tell me what happened? My dad wouldn’t say anything.”

“Parker got hurt when he snuck into a nightclub with Charlotte and she—“ Rosie bawled, her voice cracking and not finishing the sentence.

“It’s gonna be okay. Parker is okay right?” Henry asked and Rosie nodded in response. “Charlotte though, she…” Rosie having trouble finding the words. She knew the words but, the moment she said them they became 10 times more real. “Come on, Rosie, spit it out.” Henry said, trying not to alarm her. “She’s dead. She’s dead and I was awful to her.” Rosie stammered. “Oh my god. How?” Henry gasped, trying to wrap his head around the news. “She was shot. I know it’s not my fault but I can’t shake the feeling that I had something to do with it.” “Rosie you can’t think like that. It was an accident,” Henry whispered, comforting the trembling girl beside him. “Hey come here, I got you Roo. You’re safe with me.” Henry whispered pressing a kiss to Rosie’s forehead. She was actually starting to grow fond of the nickname, only when it was Henry who said it.

“I know this is a bad time, but I have to tell you something,” Henry whispered, trying to find the guts to tell this amazingly perfect girl the truth. “Yeah,” Rosie responded, eager for his response. “Rosie, I…” Henry tried to say but was soon interrupted with Rosie’s lips on hers. The kiss was soft yet full of passionate. Their lips melded together like two puzzle pieces. Both their eyes fluttered shut as euphoria consumed them, finally breaking away to breathe.

“I like you a lot, I have for awhile,” Rosie said, shying away from his face.

“Rosie, I really like you too,” he whispered, bringing his hand to caress her cheek.

“Really?” Rosie asked dumbfounded. “Yeah, what’s not to love,” he said and brought her into another chaste kiss. This time lingering longer as his lips brushed against hers. This was everything they both desired.

In the Parker’s hospital room, Tom and Harrison were conversing. Stuff was happening right under Tom’s nose at the estate and he was fed up with it.

“Who do you think it could be?” Haz asked, trying to get to the bottom of this before it blows up. “God knows who, I have countless enemies. Barnes, Roberts, most likely Carson,” Tom said, trying not to alarm, you, his sleeping wife or son. “Alright, I’ll inform the others to be on high alert,” Haz concluded. “We will have a meeting first thing tomorrow morning, I want everyone there.” “Yes, sir.”

“Enough Haz, you don’t need to be formal” Tom chuckled. “I know it just makes you laugh sometimes and you need that right now,” Harrison said, being the comic relief in times of crisis.

“Dad?” Parker whispered, coming out of his deep sleep.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Tom exclaimed. “It’s fine. Can I ask you something” Parker inquired.

“Mmmhm,” Tom acknowledged. “How’d you deal with all those times almost losing mum?” Parker inquired.

“I won’t lie to you, I was a wreck” Tom explained. Seeing his son like this, brought Tom back to the time you were kidnapped and tortured. You two had only been going out for a year at the time and it was a huge turning point in your relationship.

At the time, Tom was in the middle of a turf war with James Graham, another mobster who predated Tom. You and Tom had just moved into together. Everything was smooth sailing up until that point. It was the night of your anniversary, going to the restaurant you went on your first date. You were dressed in a red, Tom’s favorite color not much of a surprise there, satin dress which hugged your figure perfectly. You had made your way to “Casa Nostra,” the little Italian restaurant that was very dear to your heart.

You sat down at your usual table with your usual drink, a gin and tonic, and fell in love with the ambience. Once in a while glancing at your watch, Tom was late. It was puzzling because Tom was everything and of those things was punctual. Tom was currently, stuck at the “office,” swamped with paper work.

“Vincent can you call Y/N? Tell her I’m sorry for being late and I’ll be there in 30 mins,” Tom asked one of his men. “Yes of course boss,” Vincent concluded as the phone suddenly rang.

“Oh, what’d you know, its her right here,” “Thanks Vincent, I got it from here,” Tom said grabbing the phone and dismissing him out of his office.

“I’m so sorry love. I’ll be there in 30 mins tops. Order what every you want to start with, may a suggest a bottle of Dom Pérignon. I promise I’ll be there. I love you,” Tom exclaimed hoping you would understand.

Who was he kidding of course you would understand. You were always so kind and considerate of everyone else’s feelings, he knew you wouldn’t be mad.

“Oh, no worries. I’m fine, just enjoying a few drinks. See you when you get here. I love you too. Remember don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you replied.

Drinking gin and tonic one after the another to pass the time, you had gotten up to make a phone call. 10 mins had past since you entered the establishment and your driver had dropped you off and stayed in the parked car. You made your way to the bathroom. Coming out of the stall having finished and washed your hands. In the reflection of the mirror, stood a tall figure one who looked like he could break your neck with one snap.

A gasp exited your lips as the assailant lunged toward you. Launching towards the bathroom walls, banging you head against the wall and the tile once your body hit the floor. All you heard were muffled screams you assumed belonged to the other patrons of the restaurants. Followed by several gunshots before you fell into complete and utter darkness.

You woke up to mind-numbing pain and throbbing pain to your head, your wrists fasten to a metal chair and wet, thick liquid dripping down the side of your face.

“Glad to see you are awake. Could I get you anything, water maybe?” Graham inquired tauntingly. “Fuck you, Graham. What the fuck am I doing here?” You yelled as you tried to escape your restraints.

James Graham had been a rival of the Hollands for decades. Always craving more power than there was to go around. The Holland’s enjoyed their freedom at the top of the food chain.

They were and are the most dangerous predator out there. When one of the less powerful predators gets a taste for blood, they won’t stop til they have decimated the rest of the population.

“Wow, who knew such a pretty girl like you would have such a mouth on her,” he quipped.

“Tom’s gonna come for me and when he does he will show no mercy,” you said, your voice tainted with hope.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” he chuckled. “Why me? Why didn’t you just go after him yourself?” “I suggest you shut your fucking trap before I put a bullet through your skull,” He barked, slapping you straight across the face. Leaving a small imprint of his hand. Right before, he yanked your hair back, entangling all your strands in his fingers. All the pain caused tears to fall.

“I guess that seemed to shut you up. Better hope, your man hurries or he is going have to carry your decaying body out of this hell hole,” Graham taunted. “Why are you doing this?” you asked. “Your corpse would make Tom shatter. To get to him, I have kill you. You are his weakness. It will be the end of him, the end of Tom Holland,” he spoke with a tight grip on your jaw, leaving tiny bruises.

“Well, better get started cause one way or another you’ll be dead by sunrise.” He said, delivering a swift punch to your stomach. One after the other.

“I’ve had my fun. Boys, do you want to get a few licks in?” “It would be my pleasure, boss,” his men snickered as they made their way over to you. Alternating who punched and when. “Have your fun, but no guns. Tom needs to see the pain she felt. I’ll be upstairs.” Graham explained while leaving you alone with his men.

Meanwhile, Tom was finally free of work and on his way to enjoy a lovely night with you. A year spent together was really testament. He already felt so guilty for ditching you for 30 mins, he had some ideas of how he would make it up to you.

He arrived to a massacre at the restaurant. Not a single soul was found alive anywhere, they had all been shot. Searching for you, along with the other casualties, you were nowhere to be found.

Only explanation, you were taken by Graham. The lack of gravitas when it came to killing led to one person, James Graham. You were the only thing on his mind right now and Graham was behind it all. He quickly pulled his phone out and dialed the last person he wanted to see tonight.

“Oh Tom, what do I owe this pleasure?” Graham said cheekily. “Where the fuck is she, Graham?” Tom barked, not fucking around. “Sorry Tommy, I’m afraid you’re mistaken. Who?”

“Graham, I swear to fucking god if you hurt a hair on her head there will be hell to pay,” Tom gritted his teeth.

“It’s a little late for that.” Graham stated. “TOM!” You screamed in the background. “Let me talk to her,” Tom pleaded. “Alright, I’m not a monster. Hope she has some good last words for you now.” “It’s for you,” Graham said, holding the phone to your ear. “Y/N? Are you okay? Where are you?” Tom said with concern. He blamed himself for you being in this position. Sure, you had come from a mob family but, nothing like this happened. It was because of him. He was in love you, which made you his biggest weakness.

“I’m fine, don’t listen to him, I’m sorry we didn’t get our second date,” you said, trying to put Tom’s mind at ease. “You mean anniversary date. Oh… Baby, I’m going to find you. Trust me” “I do, I love—“ the conversation soon ended when Graham pulled the phone away and pummeled into your cheekbone, causing red to seep out. Only winces from pain and quiet sobs were heard on the other line.

“Aww, did you say your fucking marriage vows or shit? Too bad you’ll never see her in a wedding dress,” Graham snickered. “Graham, I’m coming for you and for your sake, I suggest you fucking run like the pussy you are,” Tom threatened as he hung up. He knew where you were thank to you subtle hint and he desperately needed backup. How could he go in there guns blazing when it’s just him.

“Haz, Y/N has been taken. Gather all the men I know where she is,” Tom said into the phone. “What? Where is she?” Haz inquired “She’s at the marina, our second date.”

Tom drove to where your second date was, the marina. He needed to know you were okay, the phone call didn’t give him much to go on. Haz and the other men soon arrived all in black SUVs.

“She’s in there. On my count. 1, 2, 3!” Haz said, instructing the soldiers. Tom let Haz take the lead on this one so he could focus on you.

Busting through the doors, guns went off a split second later. Flooring most of Graham’s men. Tom and Haz found you looking half dead strapped to a chair in the middle of the room.

“Love we have to get you out of here” Tom said, trying to run up to you until he was stopped by sound of a gun cocking against your head. Tears slipped as your came face to head with the barrel of a gun.

“Come any closer and she’s dead. Now drop the gun,” Graham shouted.

“Do you think I’m playing around. DROP IT!!!” Tom slowly put his gun on the ground, trying to stall enough for Harrison to be behind him.

“Duck!” Tom yelled, hitting the deck as Haz fired 3 shots. Striking Graham right between the eyes, and the chest twice. A thud soon followed and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Tom rushed over to you, cutting off your restraints.

“Y/N. Oh darling, I’m so sorry,” Tom cried.

“It’s ok, you got me now, that’s all that matters,” you said growing more weak in his arms “We gotta get you to a hospital come on,” he said, wrapping his arm around you shoulder as he walked.

This was the first time Tom had brought you to the hospital. Who knew it would be the first of many instances. He hated hospitals, all the sickness that lingered in the air.

You had been in surgery for an hour, the doctors were in the process of fixing your internal bleeding. All those punches, ruptured one of your kidneys. Now you were resting in your hospital bed with Tom attached to your side, refusing to let go of your hand.

Tom had been a wreck, sure it was only two hours but the most dreadful two hours of his life. He knew you would be okay, but all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms.

“Hi Tommy,” you whispered, beginning to wake. “God you scared the fucking hell out of me, please don’t ever scare me like that again. I need to know you are okay,” Tom exclaimed. “I’m okay, I promise.” “Yes and you will be from now on…. Tomorrow Jared, my driver, will help you gather your stuff from the house. I’ll have someone else take care of the furniture. Do you have a place to stay?” Tom explained.

“What? Why are you doing this?” you said, confusingly.

“I love you Y/N, this is the only way I can guarantee your safety.” “Tom, don’t push me away.”

“None of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for me. You wouldn’t be lying here half fucking dead. You should just forget about me,” Tom pleaded. “Hey, look at me. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not,” you said, standing your ground. “Y/N, I’m damaged goods. This your chance, go live the your life without getting blood on your hands.”

“Tom, I think you forget that I already have blood on my hands. There is nothing you can say or do that would ever make me leave you.”

Tom knew in the moment, you were his and one day he might regret your words. Thank god you stuck around or he wouldn’t have the family he has today. You and Tom even still make it a priority to spend your anniversary at Casa Nostra.

Parker needed reassurance, just like Tom did when he asked you to leave him, after your kidnapping. Tom never wanted himself to be the reason for your demise. He could never forgive himself.

“Dad, I just don’t know how to move on from this. It hurts so bad,” Parker pleaded.

“She’s dead because of me. All I want to do is hold her. She didn’t deserve any of this,” Parker cried. “I know, it wasn’t your fault though,” Tom reassured.

“How is it not? The men specifically asked for me, I’m the reason she is dead!” Parker exclaimed.

“How do I make the pain go away?” he said, desperate for a quick remedy. “It will eventually, you just need time,” Tom explained to his devastated son. “No, what I need is revenge,” Parker said forcing a shocked expression upon Tom’s face.

“I’ll do it, dad” Parker concluded with a new found confidence.

“Do what, P?” Tom inquired.

“I’ll be the next you, be the next Holland that strikes fear.”

“I’m in, teach me to be the best fucking mobster this world has every seen.” These were the words Tom was wishing his son would’ve said a week ago, but there’s no time like the present. “It would be my pleasure. I always knew you had it in you,” Tom said rather excitedly.

“This is the only way I can avenge Charlotte. They won’t know what hit them.” Something in Parker changed. A switch had flipped in his brain. The innocent boy was now a shell of person, demanding revenge. He was out for blood.

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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Hey Nikki! Could you do a perfectly wrong drabble of reader thinking she is pregnant? thank you <3

perfectly wrong | drabble [10]: why are there multiple kinds of pregnancy tests for Taehyung to decide between?

word count: 1.9k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, pregnancy scare (use protection and use protection well, folks!)

note: this ended up being a little longer than i thought lol sorry! hope you enjoy still. i also just whipped this up before going to bed so this is pretty raw - excuse any mistakes pls. love me still 🥺

"Fuck!" You yelled as you ran to the bathroom as a huge wave of nausea hit you yet once again this morning. You were abruptly woken up early in the morning due to the feeling, not getting much rest after the first time you hurled last night's dinner into the toilet bowl. Taehyung had just walked into your apartment, mouth slightly open as he furrowed his brows watching you run off to the bathroom.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He says, swinging the bathroom door open as you dry-heaved into the bowl, curse words trailing shortly after. He crouches to your level, rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way.

"I don't know, I just woke up feeling--" He watched as you threw your head back into the toilet bowl, a little bit of the water you had taken down earlier coming back up. "Really shitty." You continue after you spit.

"Shit, did you eat anything bad yesterday?"

"I don't think so? Nothing seemed suspicious." You pointed at him weakly. "And you look perfectly dandy being that we ate at the same places." You rested your back against the wall, eyeing how god-like your boyfriend looked.

"I'm sorry, love." He pouted. "You okay to get up now? Let's get you in bed and I can run out to grab whatever you need me to grab." You sat there, pondering on your thoughts for a second. The food you ate last night didn't seem bad, but also you never know. However, you were starting to freak out mainly because of the countless, amazing, 'let me rearrange your guts' type of sex you've been having with your boyfriend. That thought always has to be taken into consideration.

"What's the date today?" Taehyung quickly whips out his phone to check the date on his lockscreen.

"The 20th. Why?" Your eyes widened. You were supposed to get your period 5 days ago. Albeit, you've always been on a weird, irregular schedule ever since you were younger. Getting on birth control somewhat helped regulate that, but lately it hadn't been wonky. You usually got it on the 15th. "Why, baby?" His eyes started to widen.

"I'm late, Tae. I should've gotten my period 5 days ago."

"Okay, let's not panic. We can't assume just yet, right?" He begins to slightly freak out, but he's doing his best to keep his emotions in check. He was worried as hell now, not only because you were hurting but because this?

Lord, please. If you get me out of this one, I won't slap Y/N's ass ever again.

Don't get him wrong, he really wanted to be a father. He had always dreamed of having a good sized family with the love of his life. But right at this moment? He wasn't ready. You weren't ready. You both were just trying to survive school and that was already work on its own.

"Right." You say, but you're fucking screaming internally. Jesus fucking christ?!

"Let's get you in bed. I'll grab you some gatorade and soup while you get some more rest." He says, helping you up. You loved his cologne and taking in his scent, but today you couldn't deal. You sat on the edge of your bed, immediately grabbing the trash can next to your night stand and puked a little bit more acid.

"God, I'm so tired. Let this be ooooover." You whined as Tae tucked you into your sheets and wiped your face clean with a warm, wet towel. He folded it in half, placing the towel onto your forehead to help regulate your temperature as much as possible.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I hate seeing you like this." He kisses you on the cheek. "Don't drink water just yet, it doesn't seem like you can keep it down. I'll come back right away, okay? Try to get some sleep."

"Can you grab a test?" He swallows the lump in his throat.

"Yeah, of course." He smiles toothlessly, watching as your eyes slowly droop and shut close, the exhaustion from all this effort hitting you out of nowhere. Tae was worried sick, and he honestly wished he could snap his fingers so that the things you need would just appear and he wouldn't have to leave you alone.

He gets to the closest convenience store that would have everything you needed in one place. He grabs you a few bottles of gatorade, making sure to grab you the blue Glacier Freeze bottles because he remembers you saying that's the only flavor you grew up drinking. He grabs a couple of ingredients to whip you up some chicken noodle soup later once you're able to tolerate the gatorade at the very least. He also grabs a few unnecessary things like snacks for you both [mainly him cause it's based off of his own cravings right now] and then makes his way over to the aisle that has the condoms and pregnancy tests.

Tests?

Multiple kinds?

How the fuck is he supposed to know? Does one differ by the other much? They all look like the same fucking stick. They all look like that game of pick up sticks.

His eyes go from one box to another, mouth slightly hanging from how overwhelmed he is right now. This one says 6 days sooner, but the other box has two sticks for the price of one? He's assuming that's a nice safety blanket to have an extra stick confirm your results. But there's also one box with two sticks AND the 6 days sooner message.

Then a box with 4 sticks?

"Hooooly mother of pearl, fuck it." He says, grabbing the one with 4 sticks and the 6 day message. That's the gold for him. It makes him feel a little better knowing he could look at all 4 sticks. Does Y/N even have enough pee for this? He's about to make his way out of the aisle when he passes the condoms and lube.

Heh, no lube cause I make my girl hella wet already.

But condoms? After today, he was highly thinking about it. But lord knows how much he'd hate to have to wrap it up like that. Condoms are for sure your friends, but that raw feeling when he's inside the girl he truly loves - Exquisite. Chef’s kiss. Absolutely irreplaceable.

He eyes the boxes one more time before a little elderly lady walks past him in the aisle. She looks at him, smiles, then looks at the condoms before looking down at his basket with the pregnancy tests.

"A little late for that, don't you think?" She chuckles as she jokes to herself.

Well, damn? Like that??

He purses his lips into a fine line before rushing out of the aisle and making his way to the self-checkout lanes. He quickly checks out, not realizing he had gotten a little distracted from his own thoughts.

Getting back to your place, he notices you're still sound asleep. He takes your trash out and dumps it down the trash slot outside of your door. He cleans up a little in your living room, folding your blankets neatly and lighting your favorite candle. He washes the dishes left in your sink as he waits for the stove to heat up. He starts to whip up that chicken noodle soup for you so it would be ready.

Once he's done, he grabs a bottle of gatorade and sits on the edge of your bed, gently brushing the hair out of your face.

"Here baby, drink some." He says, handing you the opened bottle. You stir in your position, sitting upright in order to get some of the gatorade into your system. You hope you can keep it down and make some progress. "I got you the tests." He shows you the box with 4 sticks.

"Damn, babe. Four sticks?" He clicks his teeth and points a finger gun at you.

"The more the merrier, amirite?"

"I should probably do those now." You take your time standing up with Tae right beside you, making sure you don't get dizzy or lose your balance. In the bathroom, you stand and stare at the box for a little, reality kind of settling in for you. This is actually happening right now.

"Hey, whatever happens, I'll be right here, okay? We'll figure this out." He reassures you, giving a kiss on the side of your head as you silently nod and open the box. You sit on the toilet, Tae helping you swap out the sticks until you no longer need to pee. He sets the aside the sink carefully, putting on a timer on his phone.

"Fuck. I can't just sit here and watch." You dig your head into your hands.

"I almost bought condoms." He chuckles, trying to brighten the mood.

"Taehyung and condoms? No way. My boyfriend would never."

"I would if absolutely necessary - and by absolutely necessary, I mean like today o’clock." You shoot him a look, the statement only heightening your anxiety. "But! I didn't, okay! We'll be fine, we can't assume."

"You're pulling out next time."

"I mean if you let me bust my load on your—"

"No, you're gonna cum in your own fucking hands after today." You furrow your eyebrows angrily.

"Baby." He laughs. "That's no fun."

"Taehyung, we're sitting in my bathroom waiting for four pregnancy tests to show their results!" His timer goes off and suddenly you feel sick again.

"I guess we'll find out if I'm daddy in a few minutes." You smack him on the chest.

"Don't ever."

"Please, ladies first." He nods towards the sticks.

"You!"

"Why me?"

"It's your sperm that did this!"

"Woah m'lady, it takes two to tango!"

"Pick up the goddamn sticks." He clicks his teeth.

"Fuck, fine!" He picks up the stick. "Oh my god, baby." He says, gasping with his mouth agape.

That's it. You're gonna fucking cry. Everything is turning into white noise. Yes, you wanted a family but all of this shit was happening so quickly you couldn't even—

"You're not pregnant." He says in the same dramatic tone.

"I'm going to fight you!" You shriek at him, grabbing the sticks to double check. You see one single line across all four sticks, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You start to cry a little, causing Taehyung to laugh and pull you into a hug. He knows how stressed you just were and he knows this moment alone must have taken a lot out of you. He can't help but wanna cuddle you in his arms for the rest of the day.

"Oh never again, love."

"Don’t get me wrong. I wanna have your babies but I’m not ready to right now."

"I fully agree, 100%."

"I'll call my doctor tomorrow just to make sure we're in the clear." He nods.

"Feeling a little better?" You shake your head.

"Honestly, I still feel like shit."

"Go sit in bed, I'll bring the bowl of soup to you." He kisses you on the nose. "I love you."

"I love you, too." And that's what you do - sit in bed while your man brings your bowl of soup that he delicately prepared over so you can get something in your system. Luckily, you were able to hold both that and the gatorade down and that's what your diet consisted of for the rest of the day.

The good ol' doc says it's nothing but a dumb stomach bug and that your birth control is just playing mind games with you, showing you the results to confirm the negative pregnancy test. He demands you take it easy and get lots of love in the mean time until you fully recover from whatever thing you ate that day that wasn't prepared carefully.

You live and you learn. Life is all about that, right?

"Never again, Tae."

"We don't mean that." He whines as he chases after you walking towards the car.

"You try being in my shoes during a pregnancy scare then!"

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outsiderslamb · 3 years

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Darry has to confront his own anger issues to be a better friend and brother.

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(Tw for yelling, panic attacks and talks of abuse)

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Darry’s aching muscles screamed in protest as he hauled himself out of his chair. His body was still heavy with sweat and exhaustion from his shift, and he did not have the time to lay down. It was getting late and if he didn’t make dinner for these kids then nobody else would.

Lumbering to the kitchen, every utensil, and pot he held felt heavy in his hands. He nearly spilled the soup as he poured it from the can to the pot. Looking out the window, the sun was setting quicker than usual the later it got into the year, so Darry figured he’d call them in for supper early, as it would not be long for the soup to be done.

Heaving to the door, he called everyone in from their game of football. He did a quick headcount to see how many of his adopted family he’d need to feed tonight (anyone not there at the moment would either stop by later or had found a place for the night). There were Ponyboy and Sodapop of course, then Steve and Johnny. That made four, but he’d make a little extra to refrigerate in case anybody else stopped by.

“Hey, hey, y’all get your shoes off now,” Darry ordered as Steve and Ponyboy didn’t seem to get the memo after countless reminders. Telling them once should have been enough, Darry thought as he gritted his teeth.

“Ain’t even that dirty,” Steve replied, infuriatingly. Darry was too tired for this.

“Just get them off.” Darry couldn’t help the bite to his tone. It didn’t bother Steve too much, who just shucked them off and went to talk to Sodapop, but Darry could feel a tension in the room; even as nobody was showing it.

Nobody except Johnny, who Darry noticed was starting to fidget in place. He suddenly stood up and in the most forced-friendly way Darry had ever seen, trotted over to the kitchen. “Here, you need help?” Johnny asked, smiling as though somebody had a gun to his head.

Darry gave a little huff, he would much rather cook alone right now despite usually loving Johnny’s help, but it’d be rude to turn the little guy away. “Yeah.” he gritted out.

As they got to work, Johnny’s presence in that cramped space felt like a barrier. When the younger boy got close to the counter to pour another can of soup into the pot, the noise of sloshing made Darry feel sick.

“I think this would taste better if I added pepper,” Johnny said, standing up on his tip-toes to see into the bowl. “You have any?” he asked.

Darry gave a jerky nod. “Yeah,” he groaned, “In the cupboard,” He then turned back to heating up the stove.

Behind him, he heard Sodapop laughing. “Woah, hey Johnnycakes you tryna crack your skull open?”

Johnny’s reply was a snap “Not my fault y’all won’t invest in a step-stool.”

Darry turned to see Johnny precariously balancing on the countertop, multiple spices gathered up in his thin arms.

“Oi, Johnny!” Darry yelped, bolting to the countertop and grabbing Johnny by the waist. “I outta put you in a helmet if you’re gonna pull this shit, Jesus Christ kid!” he lifted the boy off the counter and held him in the air.

Johnny’s legs kicked a bit where they hovered off the ground, shrinking in embarrassment as Sodapop and Steve burst out laughing.

“Ah c’mon Darry, he couldn’t reach,” Ponyboy called sympathetically.

“Oh I know you ain’t talking, little man, after you snapped your arm like a twig climbing around like that,” Darry growled in response.

Ponyboy looked incredulous. “Yeah when I was six, and my arm didn’t even break it just bruised like a peach.”

“Can I get down now?” Came Johnny’s groan before Darry could come up with some kind of retort.

Darry wasn’t thinking, he just opened his arms and expected Johnny to sort himself out. Of course, Johnny fell like a sack of bricks, and so did the spices.

“Ouch!”

Darry looked down and saw Johnny trying to pick up everything he dropped, he couldn’t help feeling bad. “Sorry,” he grunted, probably not sounding very sorry at all.

“Ain’t no reason to drop him!” Steve stood up, great, another person yelling.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Johnny said, looking more annoyed than actually hurt as he set the spices on the counter and got back to work.

Steve sat back down reluctantly upon seeing that the only thing Darry had bruised was Johnny’s pride. But Sodapop didn’t seem like he wanted to let this situation simmer down.

“Dar’ I think you ought to hit the hay for now.” Said Sodapop, his sympathy sounding a lot like condescension right now.

“I’m just fine, thank you.” Darry snapped back, Sodapop shrank in response, funny he didn’t sound too angry in his head.

He tensed up his sore muscles upon feeling a small finger tap on his shoulder, whipping around way too fast he saw Johnny looking up at him with a worried expression.

“Darry you really need to go take a shower and get some rest, I think you’ve had it hard enough today,” he said nervously.

“I’m busy,” Darry grunted back.

“I can finish dinner,” Johnny offered, “I’ve been cooking for myself for years and-”

“Leave me be, I’m fine.”

“Oh you clearly aren’t, don’t lie to me.”

Darry growled, taking a quick step closer before he could stop himself.

“I SAID LEAVE ME BE!”

Darry had lost his usually tight grip on his temper at that moment. Nobody yells at Johnny in this house, because they all know that he gets enough of it at home. You’d have to be a monster to know what he goes through and still put him through.

Johnny’s face darkened, his eyes wide and he took a step back. Looking closer, Darry realized that fuck he was shaking.

“Shit. Johnnycakes I’m so-” Darry tried but Johnny turned quickly before anyone could see his reaction and walked out the door.

Darry remembered a night a few months ago when he’d snapped like this with Ponyboy, only that time he’d hit him. Darry never thought he’d forgive himself, and he’d been working on controlling his anger for a while. Darry cringed at the thought that he could have hit Johnny or any of his other adopted brothers.

Darry tried to follow, but Sodapop stood up and put a hand on his chest. “Take our advice. Please.” He said, looking tired and disappointed but not angry.

Darry took a step back and headed for the shower. He needed to cool down before anything else.

Johnny couldn’t think of anything as he sat on the porch, knees hugged up close to his chest. His mind was completely static as he stared into nothing, heart racing and breath coming out in ragged gasps.

He shouldn’t have reacted that way. Darry was just frustrated and he dealt with people yelling at him all the time at home. He shouldn’t be such a damned pansy, but he couldn’t help it.

He didn’t hear the door open or any footsteps when a hand was placed on his shoulder. Johnny jerked upwards, eyes huge, but then realized it was just Sodapop.

“Hey, buddy,” came Sodapop’s soft voice, his hand rubbing Johnny’s shoulder through his thick jacket. “Easy now, breath with me.”

Johnny felt Sodapop slide in next to him, wrapping both arms tight around Johnny’s much smaller frame, pulling his friend in close to his chest. Johnny burrowed his face into Sodapop’s shirt, as though it would give him some sort of anonymity while he tried to calm himself down. Tears soaked into the dark fabric.

“I-I usually don’t re… usually don’t react like this.” Johnny cried softly, getting a good hold on his breathing, which was good as he was alrighty starting to get light-headed.

“Its okay, honey, nobody thinks any less of you. Darry’s probably beating himself up over this,” Sodapop reassured, rubbing Johnny’s back. “Buddy, I know something else is going on. You extra stressed? Had a bad day?”

Johnny gave a wobbly sigh, the tears finally slowing. He willed his voice to not waver, “Dad had today off,” was all he needed to say.

Sodapop sighed deeply, honey-colored brows furrowing. Johnny knew how much everyone in his patch-work family wanted to stick it to his biological parents, but he couldn’t let that happen.

“Are you hurt at all?” Sodapop asked after a moment of composing himself. “We have plenty of ice, what, with all the fights our idiots like getting into,” Sodapop smirked and ruffled Johnny’s fluffy hair.

“Golly, Sodapop, y’all don’t have to do that.” Johnny wiped his eyes with his sleeve, face still flushed from crying.

“Don’t you worry about it, little buddy,” Sodapop said, “I do wish you would tell me when the bastard’s hurt you,” Sodapop pulled Johnny closer to him, “You don’t have to make an announcement or nothin’, like when one of the jackasses gets into a fight, just come to me or Darry or anybody else you feel safe with.”

Johnny thought about that. He was used to having to heal his wounds in private, as he hated the whole deal everybody would make out of it when he came in with a black-eye or bruises on his arm.

“Thank you,” Johnny finally said, then with a still-shaky hand, tugged back a tuft of curly black hair to show the swelling bruise at the corner of his forehead. “I got pushed over, hit my head on the corner of the counter,” he said. This, as bad as it was, was on the more mild side of the things Johnny had endured.

Sodapop cringed, his warm brown eyes glowing with sadness. “Oh Johnnycakes,” he reached out and gently touched his friend’s cheek. Johnny did not flinch away. “Let’s get some ice on that.”

Johnny nodded, a pang of guilt hitting him. Sodapop was clearly troubled by this, Johnny should not be finding joy in his friend’s reaction to his pain.

“Hey, did dinner just get left on the stove?” he asked, remembering that he’d dropped everything to run outside.

Sodapop shook his head, seeming to cheer up a little. “Nup, Ponyboy and Steve-o are on it.”

Johnny blanched. “We better hurry back then…” Sodapop seemed to agree.

Upon entering the house, Johnny was greeted by loud arguing coming from the kitchen, (Of course, he’d expected no less) and the faint hissing of the shower in the background.

“Put the goddamn ladle down, this shit ain’t done!” Steve barked at Ponyboy, who was trying to taste the steaming cauldron on the stove.

“I’m trying to see what we need to add.” Ponyboy defended himself, pulling out a scoop of the thick liquid and taking a slurp without even blowing on it. He nearly dropped the ladle and yelped, running to the sink to run his tongue under cool water while Steve guffawed.

“What's it need, mr. Chef sir?” Steve teased organizing the spices on the countertop.

“It probably needs to cool, given Horseboy’s caterwauling.” Johnny chided, trotting into the kitchen, he was well aware that his face was probably still red from crying.

Steve turned to Johnny with surprise, then cracked one of his gap-toothed grins. “Hey, little chiefs feelin’ better,” he said, setting the cinnamon down to screw up Johnny’s hair.

Ponyboy tried to say something from the sink, but it was muffled by the sound of running water. Johnny smiled at him, “Yeah, I’m doing better now. Move over, I gotta help you guys.”

Sodapop cleared his throat from the couch, reminding Johnny that he still needed to get the ice. Johnny nodded to him. “I’ll do it after I’m done with this disaster.”

Darry turned off the water, feeling the cold chill of the surrounding air hit him fast as he was no longer being pelted with steaming hot water.

He toweled off and headed to his bedroom to get dressed, but not before stopping to listen by the door; He counted two voices. It sounded like Steve and Ponyboy were trying to cook. That thought horrified him and he had to resist the urge to run out in nothing but a towel to make sure they didn’t burn the house down. But when Johnny’s voice joined them, he knew the crisis had been averted.

Oh.

For a moment he’d nearly forgotten what had recently transpired. He knew he technically should follow Sodapop’s advice and get some sleep before trying to fix his mess, but there's no way he could sleep with this weighing on his mind.

As he got dressed, he kept listening. Johnny’s voice was… normal. It didn’t sound too wet or too upset, that forcefully cheery attitude from earlier was completely gone. He sounded fine.

Darry thought about that. Johnny would force a smile and his voice would rise in pitch sometimes during times of conflict. But only ever during an infight in the gang. It was strange because he clearly wasn’t like that all the time, but then it hit Darry; that was his way of diffusing situations.

That only made him feel more guilty. Johnny was trying to fix the situation, and he’d gone and yelled at him. Darry wanted to hide but knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. He was going to make this right.

He finished buttoning up his new shirt and stepped out into the living area.

Upon stepping outside, he saw that Steve and Ponyboy were sitting on the couch with the TV playing, but they were arguing with Johnny and Sodapop, who were both in the kitchen fixing dinner.

“I’m perfectly capable! I ain’t the one here who pressed my whole hand on the stove!” Steve shouted at Sodapop, who was pointing a wooden spoon at him.

“That was ONCE when I was SIX, Steven Lucas Randle!” Sodapop bit back, ouch, full name, never good.

“He’s done more stupid stuff if you want examples.” Ponyboy piped up from where he was curled up in the corner of the couch.

“See, Baby Horse agrees with me,” Steve said one of the rare times he’d side with the kid.

“What the hell did I walk into?” Darry groaned light-heartedly from the hallway.

There was a moment of tense silence where everybody turned to look at him. Though it only lasted a heartbeat, Darry still felt as though he could cut the tension with a knife.

“Civil war.” Said Johnny from the kitchen, finally. “We banished them for their foolishness and now they’re trying to reclaim their territory.” with that, the tension in the room eased.

Darry let out the breath he didn’t notice he was holding. “Hey Johnnycakes, how are you feeling?”

Johnny set the ladle back in the soup and trotted over to Darry, nobody said a word as the two looked at each other.

“I’m better.” Johnny looked a little nervous, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Just…” He took a deep breath. “Had a bad day, so I overreacted.”

“Oh, Johnny, I was the one who overreacted,” Darry said softly, reaching out to Johnny to touch his shoulder, but staying his hand before he could out of fear the boy would flinch from his touch. “I’m so sorry.”

Johnny sighed, looking away. Darry could almost see the way his heartbeat in his chest. But then, he crossed the gap between them and pushed his forehead against Darry’s chest, wrapping his thin arms around the man.

Darry froze instantly, he was not expecting this at all. Before he could hesitate anymore, he wrapped Johnny up in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” He kept whispering, feeling as though he would cry. Fuck, he couldn’t cry right here in front of everybody. In truth, Darry felt like he’d failed Johnny. He’d promised him over and over again that he’d keep him safe, then he’d gone and acted like the very person putting Johnny in danger.

He remembered Ponyboy’s face when he struck him that night and the misery that had come with knowing that he, his brother’s GUARDIAN for fucks sake, had just turned on him.

“I’ll do better,” Darry vowed into Johnny’s ear, voice soft and cracking with tears. “I promise.”

Johnny sighed shakily, pressing back. “I know, I’m not afraid of you I promise. You can act big n’ tough but you don’t scare me.”

Darry chuckled a little bit, only letting go when Johnny did. With that, the tension in the room was absolved.

“Hey teddy bear, dinners ready,” Sodapop called from the kitchen, and Darry sighed, feeling a weight lifted from his chest.

“Be right there to help, Pepsi-cola.”

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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years

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I would adore to read some of your works surrounding your characters! Especially if there’s already an assemblage of that completed so we needn’t worry about you overworking yourself

Well this seems like as good a time as any to be honest! Let’s go off shall we! So I wrote this a while back, it is mostly about Ginger Handel, the Final Girl to my Slasher OC Victor Pace. James Doron (never posted his offical bio) is also the other main character in this, he works in the same bakery with both Victor and Ginger. I love these three so very much and have written a lot about them already, so I can post more if people like it. This is a big deal because as I am sure you know OG shit isn’t what I post here, yet anyway.

Anger, a conversation, backstory. Here we go some of my original shit! Hope you all enjoy it!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 2.6K. Warnings: Mentions Of A Bad Home Life and Mental Health Struggles. Some Sad Shit. Some Soft Shit. Minor Angst. Anger. Some Backstory.

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How Dare You?

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Ginger was more scared than she had ever been in her whole life.

She was so concerned, worried, freaked the fuck out, she had to go find James and talk to him. She remembered where he lived from when she had stopped by for dinner with James and Victor. It was early, very early, she stood in front of his door and knocked, waiting, waiting, hurry up, come on. Finally the door opened and James was rubbing his eyes and said sleepily.

“Ginger?”

“James.”

“What are you doing here?”

He yawned, leaning against the door frame and Ginger said.

“I have to talk to you.”

“Now? Couldn’t wait until work?”

A tired laugh as he responded and she shook her head, saying seriously.

“No.”

He stared at her for a moment, he realized she seemed serious, he pushed off the door frame before sighing and saying.

“Fucking fine. Come on in.”

She walked in, James flopped down on the couch, Ginger stayed standing, pacing and James asked,

“So what’s the problem?”

“You know those murders?”

He sighed and said.

“Yeah, the ones you are so concerned about, sure.”

“I think…”

A pause. She struggles to find the right wording.

“This is a lot. I just...I think I know who’s doing it.”

That got his attention, he sat up and asked.

“Woah. Ginger really?”

Yes. Thank God, he seems interested. Ginger nodded and continued.

“Yes! Yes, we have to go to the police. I’m sure the murders are being done by one person.”

“Shit. Yeah I’ll help you, what evidence do you have?”

She felt embolden as she continued speaking, almost too quickly, gesturing as she did,

“I don’t have the physical evidence yet but if we can convince the police and get a warrant then I’m sure we will have everything we need.”

“Well c’mon spill. Who is it?”

Ginger hesitated and James gestured with his hands for her to spit it out.

“It’s...I think it’s Victor...”

He looked dumbfounded. He looked up at her and said harsh.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“James, I know, I know! But you have to hear me out!”

“No. No I don’t actually.”

James rolled his eyes and he crossed his arms, leaning back on the couch.

“James I swear to God it’s him! I know it, I-”

James got up and sighed very loudly, hand running through his messy hair.

“Shut up Ginger.”

Ginger tried to speak up and he cut her off right away.

“I said shut up Ginger! Oh my GOD. I cannot believe you.”

“What?”

He rubbed his hand over his face, weight shifting from one foot to the other and he said harshly.

“I said. I can’t believe you! Like Jesus Christ, Ginger, why? Huh? What do you have against the man?”

Ginger started to get a little frustrated at how quickly this was falling apart, at how fast James was getting upset as she said.

“Why are you always defending him?!”

James looked at Ginger, shocked as he said.

“You really don’t know?...”

The realization hit as he vocalized it,

“He didn’t tell you. Course he wouldn’t. Wasn’t his thing to tell. God damn it Victor.”

She heard it but it was almost like he was saying it to himself, he spoke louder as he addressed her again, eyes focused as he glared at her,

“That fucking man still amazes me. This makes me even more upset because you are accusing him of something so AWFUL.”

He was pacing now, almost rambling, still in utter disbelief he seemed mad as hell, he didn’t stop.

“The reason I defend him so much Ginger is because he is the best man I have ever met. He has helped me immensely. He gave me so much, real world experience and personal teaching, he listened to my problems and became my fucking friend. When I was in school, there was this one night and I had to bring in this dessert for a final exam and I fucking dropped it.”

He stopped pacing for a moment and he laughed recalling the memory and recounting it for Ginger.

“Like an idiot I dropped it and I fucking cried and freaked out about how I was going to fail and all my work would be for nothing.”

He remembered being curled over, crying tears of pure frustration, hunched over the mess that was once his dessert, smashed plate and cream and hard work splattered over the tile in the back of the bakery. He remembered Victor crouching down beside him, hand on his back, he looked up and Victor told him.

“Get up. Come on, get up and straighten yourself out, I’ll clean this up and I’ll help you do it again.”

He remembered looking up to him through too many tears as he said,

“Wha-what? Victor i-it’s already 11:30, you’ve stayed too late already, you normally open at 6, you shouldn’t-”

And Victor was rubbing over his back now, a shake of his head as he comforted him,

“James. Nothing you can say is going to change my mind here. I want to help you. I’m going to help you, okay?”

He sniffed and smiled and said.

“Okay.”

He remembered tissues and wiping his face clean, feeling a little embarrassed crying in front of his boss. They played music and talked and laughed and drank coffee and managed to stay awake and remake it even better. Victor insisted on keeping the store closed that day, he drove him to school that day. James passed and Victor and him went out for lunch and over even more coffee he remembers the moment where everything really changed when Victor said.

“I’m proud of you.”

That stopped James dead, mid sip of coffee, he wasn’t exactly used to praise and Victor didn’t stop.

“You have such a passion for this. For what we do, it is amazing how far you’ve come since we started working together, really.”

A pause.

“And I wanted to offer you a full time job at Pace’s Pastries when you are done with school. No obligation to stay forever obviously but you are such a good fit and I would love to have you.”

James agreed readily, easily, he couldn’t believe it. It was like a dream. Life is so good right now and here was Ginger standing there, doubting Victor, it was enraging.

He took a deep breath, his back to Ginger he continued, recalling another time.

“Once. I was mugged and they got a lot of money off me. I had just been to the bank, tuition payment, gone.”

A snap of his fingers for emphasis and he kept talking.

“And when I cried to Victor on the phone about it he fucking payed my tuition that month for me. These past years that man has been nothing but kind to me. Been there for me. Cared for me. I can’t tell you the amount of times he showed me such kindness again and again even if sometimes I probably didn’t deserve it. Everyone in Long Grove can tell you something nice about him! Some sweet, kind thing he has done for them.”

He was facing her again as he continued, louder now, more anger hurled at her.

“EVERY SINGLE ONE GINGER. And then you come in and start throwing accusations at him, why? Is he too nice?! Too fucking likeable?! SO SOMETHING HAS BE WRONG WITH HIM?!”

Ginger was in shock to say the least. She knew Victor was a good guy, that he did a lot for people but she didn’t know just how much he had done for James.

“He is family.”

“What?”

“He is my family Ginger...Like...”

Another sigh, he walked over to the couch and sat down again, he motioned for her to sit too. She took the chair next to the couch and he couldn’t look at her as he continued talking, eyes on the floor, hands on his knees.

“I’ve cried in front of that man too many damn times I swear to God. My family disowned me. I was almost done my last year of school, it was so awful, Victor was there for me.”

Another series of memories recalled, James in the back of house at the bakery, arms folded on the table in front of him, phone call just ended, tears still wet on his face, his dad’s words still ringing in his ears, fragments, hurtful and stinging.

“Never come back here again.”

“No son of mine-”

“Disgraceful.”

“Worthless.”

He heard the door swing open, he got up, wiping at his face, he pocketed his phone and said.

“Hey Victor, sorry I’m still here, I was just going to lock up.”

He tried to talk normally but his voice still sounded thick and raw from so much crying.

“James what’s wrong?”

He forced a smile and turned to look at Victor, still in the doorway as he said.

“Nothing man, uh nothing I’m all good.”

“James.”

Victor stepped closer and James still tried to deny it.

“Really Victor I’m good-I just uh-”

Think of a lie James come on, you burden him too much already, something, think of something.

A hand, strong and steady on his forearm, when did he close his eyes? He opened them again to see Victor, looking so concerned.

“You can talk to me James.”

So nice.

He is so damn nice and he is so open, no one in his family ever wants to talk about anything.

It all came spilling out, he couldn’t stop it, he told him about his home life, his family, his dad. He had started crying somewhere in the middle of telling him and it ended with the both of them sitting on the table in the back, James with his hand near his mouth, looking down, still crying, Victor just being there, listening.

“And then he said he never wants to see me again, to never come back there. They are disowning me Victor.”

He finally finished, Victor waited a moment, to make sure he was done. Hands taking his, strong and sure and grounding, James looked up to him and Victor said.

“Fuck them.”

James laughed a little, Victor wasn’t the type to swear often. He thinks the only time he heard it before now was one afternoon when making candy he got a molten sugar burn, it sounded wrong coming from him, he asked,

“What?”

“Fuck them. James they don’t know what they have in you. You are so talented and smart and so good and it sounds like they don’t act like a family.”

A forign concept to James. He sounded so confused,

“Act like a family?”

A laugh, quiet, a little sad from Victor before he says,

“Family supports each other, listens to each other, is there. Present. Caring, loving. Sounds like they have never been your family.”

James had to agree, they never cared, the only person who did was his younger sister, he was most broken up about that, not seeing her, her having to deal with them alone. Victor wasn’t done.

“I’ll be your family.”

James' heart had never beat harder in his life. He couldn’t accept hearing that so easily, something like that had never been offered to him, it sounded too good to be true. No way.

“Victor what are you saying? You-you’ve done enough, really I-”

“You need a place to go, you have school to finish, you are so close, live with me, take the full time job when you graduate. Figure out what you are doing with no pressure, James I care about you a lot, please let me help you do this.”

Again all he could do was smile through the tears and say,

“Okay.”

Living with Victor was so easy, he never realized that he wanted to go home to a place before, he always was avoiding his old family’s house, but here he actually wanted to go home at night. Being able to relax was life changing. Victor was the only one who came to his graduation, he took pictures and cheered and James felt loved and seen and heard for the first time in his 22 years of life.

James looked so sad, so angry so many things and he looked up from the floor back to Ginger. Less sad, more anger again.

“So...Ginger...I’m fucking sorry if I am a little upset and a little fucking doubtful of you that the man who did all of that and so much more, the man who saved my life, is capable of killing multiple people.”

Ginger doubted herself now. Stumbling through her attempt at a response.

“But...The...I...”

She sighed and James continued, prodding as he asked,

“What? What else?”

Ginger started.

“I don’t think he is mentally well.”

James got up and stepped closer, he scoffed looking down at her and said.

“And what about it Ginger? I know you know about how he got that scar of his. I know people in this town talk, they love him but fuck it IS the biggest thing that has ever happened here so I KNOW you know about it.”

Ginger couldn’t meet his gaze now, speaking quietly, playing with her fingers for a mild distraction, she felt like an idiot.

“Yes I know about how he got it.”

James continued, anger still clear in his tone,

“So if you know about it you know he has been through a lot. He watched his parents and brother die, almost died HIMSELF, so yes it kind of mentally messed him up, he is medicated, he is in therapy, he is working on himself.”

“He goes to therapy?”

He stepped away, walking to the kitchen, he needed coffee, dear God he needed something to help deal with how she was being right now, he continued speaking.

“Yes Ginger, oh my God. He doesn’t really talk about it at work, he is a little sensitive about it and he obviously made the right call, why are you being such a judgmental bitch?”

Now she was shocked, hand to her chest, finally looking back to him,

“I’m being a-”

He cut her off quickly.

“A judgmental bitch. I will say it again and again because the shoe fits.”

Now it was Ginger’s turn to get angry, she got up and followed him to the kitchen. She stood in the doorway and watched him, he seemed so different from how he was at the bakery, she softened. To be fair though she had barged her way in here well before 5 AM on a weekday and demanded to talk to him, accused him that the only family he has is a murderer, of course he is defensive.

Of course he doesn’t believe her.

Yet.

“James. I’m sorry. I know I am asking a lot of you, I know you have history and you don’t want to believe this but what if I could show you?”

She stayed in the doorway. Keeping the distance between them. She felt bad. James got out a second mug, he poured her a cup and picked it up, he held it out, still not looking at her.

“You want to show me Victor is a murderer?”

She stepped into the kitchen and took the cup and said.

“Yes. You are right, I need something hard, real evidence, if we catch him in the act then you will have to believe me.”

James let out a sigh, he shook his head and looked over to her as he said.

“I’m only agreeing to prove you wrong. There is no way it’s him.”

“So you’ll hear me out?”

She asked hopefully, he rolled his eyes and said.

“Yes. If it’ll get you to shut up. Now do you take cream or sugar or both?”

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Chances {Chapter Twenty-Two}

We’re so close guys I’m kinda sad

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Destroyer of Worlds

Word Count: 1077

The following morning was hell, don't worry. I deserved it, and I know you're all hoping I get it.

I rub at my eyes, pulling all the sleep out of them. An arm tightens around me. I smile before remembering the events of last night. Jared groans as I quickly move out of the bed, nearly falling as my legs get trapped under the sheets.

"Where are you going, Doll? Your clothes are in the wash."

"I fucking hate when you do that," I mumble as I make my way into the master bath. Flashbacks of living in Jared's flood my brain.

"Do what, exactly?" Jared asks as he sits up in bed.

"Purposely put my clothes in the wash when you know I need to leave." I hiss before closing and locking the bathroom door. The cold shower water hits my back as I start to cry. How could I? I cheated on Tom with my abusive ex. I fell right into Jared's trap again, and this time, it was unforgivable. Tom deserves so much better than a girl who cheats when she's broken. He deserves so much more than my broken ass.

The cool tile greets my bum as I slide down the glass wall, falling apart on the floor of the shower Jared got me a record deal in. I cry long enough that my throat feels raw, and my fingertips are pruned.

When I walk into the bedroom, my fresh clothes are laid out along with my favorite brand of hairbrush.

After changing, I slump downstairs to see Jared cooking breakfast. He smiles when he sees me. "Good morning, Doll."

"Don't call me that." I bark with a lost voice. Jared goes back to cooking, leaving us in silence. "Why'd you do it?" I ask finally.

"What are you referring to? We did a lot last night," Jared winks. I barely make it to the sink by the time the vomit leaves my mouth. "Woah, Woah. I didn't think I was that repulsive," He tries to joke.

"You're a fucking asshole," I yell once I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "You used me. You abused me. You have been nothing but a toxic, horrendous, PTSD-inducing asshole my entire fucking life." The relief I feel from finally telling my truth urges me to continue. "You groomed me from such a young age I'm still working out what is normal and what fucked up shit you put into my head.

"I cheated on Tom with you because you've made me feel like your the only person I will ever love, and that's bullshit. I loved you, and you shat all over it. You made me miss out on my teenage years, and I did it only for you to go around and stab me in the fucking back. You're nothing more than a no-good, lying, cheating cock sucker who thinks everyone should bow down to him when he passes. You're fucking sick." I finish, storming out the front door. I make it to my car before I realize I left my keys inside. I scream a curse and stalk back to the door.

Jared meets me there, keys in hand. He says nothing as I take them and go back to the car. I speed out of his driveway and straight to my apartment.

When I get there, I'm relieved no one else is inside. I enter a rampage mode, throwing pillows and vases around in anger while screaming until I break down and fall to the floor crying. I hate myself more at this moment than I have in years. I hate that I broke Tom's heart and mine in the process. I sabotaged something so good for me with a man who wouldn't give me the time of day.

I feel sick to my stomach and carry myself to the bathroom. The buzzing in my back pocket annoys me, so I pull my phone out. Tom's name gracing the screen. I can't bring myself to answer, but he deserves to know. "Hello?" I ask.

"Is it true?" Tom asks, voice wavering. "Did you go see Jared last night?" I can't control the sob the rips out of my chest. "Did you sleep with him?" Tom asks again, voice raising. My cries tell him everything he needs to know. "Jesus Christ," I hear his quiet cries on the other end.

"How did you know?” I cry. It’s none of my business, but I know I didn’t tell anyone and maybe Jared is vengeful enough to leak the information directly to Tom.

“It’s all over the tabloids, Stella. Someone saw you leaving his house this morning,” Tom yells. I don’t blame him. I would too if I were in his shoes.

“I'm so sorry," I sob. I know it won't matter, but I felt like I have to say it.

"We're through Stella." With that, Tom hangs up. I alter between throwing up and sobbing. I ruin everything I touch, from relationships to friendships. The gang is going to absolutely disown me for this. I'll be all alone again.

Jared will always have a hand in my life, just like he always wanted. So why do I even try? All he does is help me destroy the life I try to make for myself. He helps me destroy myself. I'm never going to be free of him no matter how hard I try. I should just give in to it and let it happen since it'll happen in the end anyway.

Tom deserved so much more than I could give. At least now he's free of the fucked up life I have. I'm going to miss the singing battles and trips to the beach. The way he hums as he focuses and the way his hands set fires where ever they touched. How he made me feel like I was the only woman who will ever matter to him. I fell fast and hard for Tom Hiddleston, and I broke it in a night. I broke the love of my life in less than twenty-four hours. How could I ever forgive myself for that?

I felt utterly alone and secluded after that morning. I didn't leave the bathroom until the next morning. Whenever I thought about getting up, about moving, another wave of nausea would hit me, and I would stay there longer. To say I hated myself was an understatement.

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endless-whump · 4 years

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Milo: Safe

sighs, Here's another oc

It was dark, rain pouring down around Milo as he sat on the curb, illuminated by the bright, flickering signs of the gas station. He was soaked, shivering with his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He could see his breath, teeth chattering as the cold seeped right through his thin layer of clothes and into his bones. He was sitting under an overhang, thankful to simply be out of the rain pelting down onto the asphalt around him.

He shakily brought his phone up to his face again, trying to concentrate on the numbers on the screen. Nobody was picking up so far.

He scrolled through his contacts, trying to think of anyone else he could call this late at night. He didn’t really want to bother anyone, but everything just hurt so bad, and he needed to at least hear someone’s voice.

He found Victoria’s number, pressing on it in hopes she’d pick up. She was known to stay up late going to parties and stuff, surely, she’d be awake? The phone rang and rang and rang, and Milo didn’t even bother to listen to her voicemail before closing the phone, choking on a sob.

He buried his face in his hands, tears falling as he sobbed, feeling hopeless. Nobody was available to help, and he cursed himself for thinking they would be. It was stupid.

It was 3 am on a week night, why the fuck would anybody be awake or even want to answer the phone? It’s his fucking fault he’s in this position in the first place, he thought to himself.

He could still taste blood from the split lip, the cold dulling the pain in his ribs and leg. Nothing was broken, at least that he could tell, just a lot of bruises. He felt stupid, trying to call all his friends like this. Half of them he hadn’t talked to in ages, or had cut off but never bothered to delete their contact. They didn’t want anything to do with him anyways, it was fucking stupid.

He wanted to throw the phone, misery taking hold of him with such a tight grip he thought it would never let go. He was alone, always was, always would be. The only sounds were the patterning of rain and occasional crack of thunder, a car passing by every once in a while. It smelled like rain and gasoline and dirt, it was almost a nice smell.

Alone, and hurt, and fucking stupid enough to think someone would help.

And then his phone rang.

He scrambled to open his phone and stared, shocked, at the screen.

Nick

Milo had already tried his number about an hour ago, it was one of his first options. They used to be really close, they were friends in high school. They’d both graduated last year but had struggled to really stay in contact, but that’s just what high school friendships did, right? They usually ended, one way or another.

He was so lost in thought he forgot to answer the phone, and his heart sunk when the ringing stopped, a ‘missed call’ banner popping up on his lock screen.

There. He fucked it up.

He had one chance to maybe hear somebody’s voice, somebody that wasn’t mad at him, and now it was gone. He missed it.

He held back tears, vision blurring as his hands shook, grip tightening on the phone.

And then it rang again.

It was Nick again.

He was calling again. Why?

Milo shakily hit accept, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Milo? Are you ok? Why are you calling this late?”

Milo shoved down the instinct to cringe at the sharp tone he knew was just concern, trying to find his voice.

“Milo? You ok? Where the hell are you? Are you outside? I can hear rain.”

He was getting overwhelmed by the onslaught of questions, biting his lip and taking a shaky breath.

“N,Nick? Hey, s,sorry for calling this late. Um- yea, its raining, sorry. I’m ok, just needed to hear someone’s voice.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and Milo was tempted to apologize for bothering and hang up.

“Milo, where are you? Are you sure you’re ok?”

Milo tried to hold back a sob, mostly failing. “I- um, yea, I’m ok, just upset. I’m sitting outside, just n,needed some air. Just wanted to talk to someone, I guess. I’m sorry, I, I shouldn’t have called you.”

“-No, no you’re ok,” Nick interrupted. “You were ok to call me, I wasn’t asleep anyways. I know we haven’t talked in a while,,but I’m always here. And- Milo, are you crying?” His voice was soft and concerned, and it made Milo want to cry more. “Please tell me the truth. I need to know if you’re ok.”

There was silence from both ends for a moment, the only noise being the rain coming over the receiver. There was a shaky breath, and then finally, an honest answer.

“N,No, I’m not really ok,” He admitted quietly. “J,just,, had a rough night, I,,um, got a little hurt, its not bad, promise, just wanted to see if anyone was up.”

“Do you need someone to pick you up?”

He did. He didn’t want to admit it, but he really did. Otherwise he’d be spending the night curled up against the wall of a gas station, not like he hasn’t done it before.

“Could you?” He hated asking it, and was ready to retract the plea, but Nick didn’t give him a chance.

“Where are you? I can leave right now.” He heard the sound of a chair scraping on wood as Nick stood up, and a few voices in the background.

“I’m, uh, at a gas station, not really sure,” He looked around, trying to look for any sort of signs that might indicate a street. “I’m um, on Steeler street, think I’m by that,,that old target we used to hang out by? In Richmond?”

A pause

“Shit, you’re in Richmond? Did you go home for a holiday or something?” The sound of keys rang out over the phone, an engine starting.

“Y,yea, you don’t have to come if your too far away, I’m sorry, I’ll be ok-“

“No, Milo, I’m coming, it just might take a while. Are you safe right now?” Milo brought his knees to his chest, shivering and glancing around.

“Y,yea, I’m safe, I think. Phones almost dead, though. I,I’ll just be sitting outside, once you get here, I-“

“Your outside?” Nick asked, alarmed. “Its,,Its fucking raining, and its freezing- what the hell? Can you get somewhere warm until I get there?”

Milo’s hands were shaking, and he closed his eyes, trying to focus on breathing. His clothes were soaked, clinging uncomfortably to his skin and providing zero protection from the cold at this point.

‘Um, I don’t t,think so. Cashier doesn’t,,doesn’t want me hanging around,,I’m probably lucky he hasn’t t,told me to leave yet.”

There was silence. Anxiety rose up in his chest, waiting for a response that didn’t come. He brought the phone from his ear to look at it, seeing the screen black. It was dead.

Milo bit his lip, shoving the device back in his pocket. Nick said he’d come, so he’d just have to wait until then. He probably shouldn’t have called in the first place. He hugged his knees, ankle throbbing in pain. It hurt to move it, so he simply didn’t. He closed his eyes, just for a moment. He’d just rest a moment, and then Nick would be here, and everything would be ok. It was just so cold, and he was so tired, and so he rested his eyes. Just for a minute.

“-lo?” He could feel hands shaking him, forcing his eyes open with a whimper. Nick was crouched in front of him, wearing a rain jacket. He looked concerned, almost scared, one hand against Milo’s cheek and the other on his shoulder, softly shaking him. “Milo, talk to me, buddy. Jesus Christ, your freezing. What the hell happened to you?”

Milo stared at him, almost surprised he actually came.

“N,Nick?” He asked hoarsely, brushed throat hurting. He felt numb, and cold, mostly.

“Yea, its me. You look like you got into a fucking fist fight or something. Let’s get you to the car.”

He looped an arm around Milo’s waist, helping him to his feet. It was still raining, he noticed, coughing weakly. He took one step, crying out in pain as his ankle gave out, falling against Nick.

“Woah- hey there, I got you.” Nick sighed, scooping Milo up in a bridal carry. Milo let his head fall against his shoulder, face tucked against the crook of his neck as he shivered. He carried Milo quickly to his car, which was still running, opening the door to the backseat and maneuvering him inside.

He felt blankets being wrapped around him, thankful for the feeling of soft fabric and the thick insulation. The car was warm too, seeping into him comfortingly despite the wet clothes. Nick bundled him up with several layers, laying him down in the backseat and quickly buckling the seatbelt over him as much as he could.

“I’ll be right back, ok?”

Milo nodded, closing his eyes and hugging the blankets closer. The car door closed gently, and he was alone again. The sound of rain pattering on the car was almost soothing now, nose filled with the smell of leather and a faint bit of fast food.

The pain faded to a dull ache as he let himself drift, curling up in the backseat and taking in the pure warmth. He barely noticed when one of the front doors opened and Nick slid into the driver’s seat, or when the car slowly started into motion.

He just kept drifting, listening to the sounds of rain and the quiet radio as Nick pulled the car back into the road, glancing in his mirror nervously at his now unconscious friend in the backseat.

#whump #stranded #hypothermia #hurt #whumpee #caretaker #new oc #I have too many of these lol #but screw it ya know?#Milo #Nick #new characters

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twinxyjinx · 4 years

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Stop Talking

Plot/Prompt: “Run!”

TW: mentions of dead body

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It wasn’t obvious to Peter when he crept into that abandoned building that he was going to find himself in a bad position moments later. All he knew was that he heard someone yelling for help and that now he was investigating the source of the sound. That being said, some outside surveillance might’ve been a lot more helpful. He had no idea about the layout of this building or what he was getting into. For all he knew, his super-hearing might’ve just picked up on some television show.

He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as he quietly slipped in through a window. The house was rather small. From where he had entered, he was in the living room and could see the kitchen, front door, and a hallway leading away to what he presumed to be the bathroom and maybe a bedroom. The paint on the walls was cracked and peeling off. Corners of the house were litters with cobwebs that stretched between the walls.

From what it looked like, the house must’ve just been abandoned out of nowhere. The furniture was still there. He could see the remote for the television resting on the arm of the couch. In the kitchen, there were three plates set on top of a table with three chairs surrounding the table. One of the chairs was partially pulled out while the other two were pushed towards the table. A few cabinets were hanging open just barely, showing more dishes and cups left untouched.

“Karen… Can you call Mister Stark?” he whispered, sliding his feet across the wood floor as he crept along. “Contacting Mister Stark now. Would you like me to put him on a call?” Karen hummed as Peter warily stepped past the couch towards the hallway. “Yeah, yeah… if he’s busy with something important, it can wait. Just… get him on the line whenever you can.” He responded, peering into the hallway.

He frowned, slowly stepping into the hallway. He had come into the building to investigate what he had assumed to be a cry for help… but now there was no voice at all. Was his mind playing a trick on him? “Uh… hello? Anyone there?” He called out hesitantly, taking slow and careful steps down the hall. “I’m not here to hurt you… I heard you call for help and I came to check on you. Can you make a noise again?” He cleared his throat, falling silent.

Then there was a crack.

His senses suddenly stabbed at his feet icily. Before he could move, the floorboards beneath him gave a groan and broke. The wood crunched as he plummeted down, shards and splinters flying everywhere. A yelp rose in his throat as he fell, only to be abruptly cut off when he hit the hard ground. He groaned, closing his eyes and exhaling shakily. “That’s gonna leave a mark…” He whispered to no one in general.

He let himself lay there for a moment before shakily pulling himself into a sitting position. Looking around, he couldn’t see anything right away. On the floor above, he had street lights to partially illuminate the insides of the house. In the basement, however, there was no source of light to show him his surroundings. “Karen? Night vision?” He asked, slowly climbing to his feet.

“My sensors were damaged during your fall. It may take a moment for me to assist you.”

“That’s fine. I can wait a minute or two.” Peter muttered, brushing himself off. He began to pat his arms and sides down, feeling around for any shards of wood. He hissed in pain when his hand brushed over his thigh, though he didn’t feel any shard. It must’ve just been sore from the fall or maybe he pulled a muscle. He mumbled a few incoherent words under his breath, looking around. “Any luck?”

“I’m afraid not. However, Tony Stark is calling.”

“Put him through for me.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck, glancing up. The hole in the floorboards must’ve been a good eight feet up. It wouldn’t be hard to get out of here seeing as how he had his webs and that there were probably stairs. “Kid! How’re you doing this fine evening?” Tony’s voice made him jump, a startled noise leaving him. “A- woah.. Uh… yeah, no. I’m good.” Peter cleared his throat. “Uh… you got my location. Right?”

“...what’d you do now?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Peter leapt to defend himself. “I heard someone yell out for help and I went into this creepy abandoned house, right? And everything was just left how it was as if the people living here up and vanished out of thin air. And then I was looking around and I fell through the floor into a basement and Karen is working on getting me some night vision- but that’s not the point.” He paused to take a breath. “Can you do some background information on where I’m at?”

“Yeah… I’ll get you some intel.” Tony sighed, and Peter could practically see him pinching the bridge of his nose. “One day you’re gonna stumble across something you don’t like, kid. I don’t mean to sound like a mom, but you gotta be careful before you just go prancing into some abandoned house.” He chastised. “Besides… maybe you just heard something from a neighbor’s show.”

“That’s what I thought! But-” Peter was cut off by his vision flickering. He fell silent, squinting his eyes as everything slowly swam into view in a green hue. “I just got night vision.” He announced. There was some clapping from Tony’s end followed by sarcastic praise. “Once again, spiderling prevails.” Tony sang half-heartedly before breaking off. “On the note of the house you’re in, there’s actually some shield documents on it. I’m still reading on it but-”

“Stop talking.”

“Excuse me?” Tony sputtered, voice sharp. “I said stop talking.” Peter repeated, tensing up as he slowly shuffled forwards towards a room. There was a strange… clicking noise coming from in. It almost sounded like a voice that got cut up into different clips of sound mixed with radio static. He narrowed his eyes, biting his bottom lip as he slowly approached the frame of the room.

“Kid.”

“Oh my god.” Peter whispered, reeling backwards. With his night vision, he was barely able to make out a hunched over shape with jagged, curved plates lining its spine. It resembled a wolf that was much bigger and skinner. It’s ribs jutted out sickeningly while its stomach curved into its body. It’s neck was long and led to the head. The head itself was hidden for a moment, as it’s back was turned towards Peter. It’s tail was thin and snaked out behind it, twitching across the ground every now and then.

“Peter-”

“Tony what is-” Peter broke off as the creature stilled. Slowly, it raised its head and turned towards him. His stomach did a flip and an icy wave of terror surged over him. Staring back at him was what appeared to be a human’s head with a wolf skull on top of it. Large antlers jutted out from the top, spiraling and twisting. But what made Peter take a trembling step backwards was the sight of the crumpled body it held in its forepaws. “Tony-”

“Run kid!”

Just as Tony said that, a horrible shriek split the air. Peter scrambled backwards. His movements were uncoordinated, terror sending his body into overdrive. He backpedaled back to underneath the hole and raised a hand, aiming it at the ceiling on the first floor. A snarl melted into a voice screaming for help met his ears, but he didn’t dare look down at what was coming. He squinted his eyes shut and shot a web. A moment later, he was being pulled up hastily.

He jerked to the left as a rush of air brushed past him, and he could only assume that thing was reaching for him. The moment he was back on the floor, however, he made a quick dash right for the window he crept in through. He had almost made it too when there was a scrabbling sound beneath him. His senses screamed at him once more and then there was a deafening crash as the wood beneath him burst upwards. A startled cry rose in his throat as the creature burst upwards, swiping nasty claws at him.

“Hold on, kid- hold on!”

Peter reeled backwards as the thing lunged at him, human jaw snapping as teeth clacked against each other. He veered back once again as it swiped at his head, a startled yelp leaving him as he tumbled over the back of the couch. A mournful moan resognated in the creature’s chest as it slowly crept around the couch, head twitching. A twisted cry for help crackled in its throat as it slowly approached him in a drawling manner. Desperately, he scrambled backwards across the floor until he bumped into a wall.

His breathing quickened as it drew closer, movements frantic as he kicked his legs out helplessly. He shook his head as it took a step closer, chest rattling with what almost sounded like laughter. And it was then that it hit Peter. It was teasing him. This thing was taunting him and terrorizing him before it killed him. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” He frantically cried, shaking his head in a distraught manner. Nonononono-

And suddenly, the creature shrieked and fell to its side twitching.

Peter stared, shoulders trembling as his chest heaved up and down. There was a humming followed by a crack as the front door burst open, revealing a red and gold suit. There was a pause before he heard Tony’s voice; this time it wasn’t over the phone. “Jesus Christ, kid! What is wrong with you?” He practically snarled, hurrying over to get to Peter’s side. Still trembling, Peter didn’t respond.

“You could’ve shot some webs at it or at least-”

Tony broke off when Peter suddenly reached for his mask and ripped it off, gasping for air. He choked on nothing, coughing and heaving and curling in on himself. His eyes were wide and every part of his body was trembling when the boy actually responded. “Oh my god I- it was taunting me and- and it was going to kill me. Oh my god oh my fucking god I-”

“Woah, woah, woah… calm down bud… Take deep breaths for me.” Tony waved his hands in front of Peter’s face, bringing his attention to him. He inhaled and nodded, beckoning Peter to do the same. After a moment, Peter inhaled shakily. Following this, Tony exhaled slowly and so did Peter. “Just keep breathin’ for me… okay? Nice, deep breaths.” Tony nodded, patting Peter’s shoulder gently. “Sit tight for a minute.” He murmured before standing up and slowly turning around to look at the creature… only to find it had vanished.

He frowned, staring at where the body had been just moments ago when Peter laughed shakily.

He looked back at Peter who was smiling nervously. “Oh my god I told you to stop talking.” He whispered in a tone that was either awestruck or horrified. Snorting, Tony rolled his eyes and folded his arms. “Yeah… you did, kid. You did.”

#whumptober2020 #no.9 #Run!#marvel cinematic universe #Iron Man #spider man #writing #peter parker #tony stark #iron dad #spider son #Irondad and Spiderson #spiderson and irondad #notwendigo #horror

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ellewritesathing · 4 years

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So Close - S.S. XXV

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

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Word-count: 4.2k+

A/N: the dummies are together. the angst is heightened. we’re thriving after that short break guys

The one thing you loved about your friends was that you all had different ways of dealing with problems. The one thing you hated about your friends was that their way of dealing with problems was stupid.

Derek pulled Malia out of school to help him track down Satomi’s pack, which - although it made sense - was mostly hurtful. You got that they were family and she needed the wolf training, but you used to be the one Derek came to when he needed help. You were the only part of his pack that was still in Beacon Hills, and you understood that things were changing and the group dynamic was different … but still. It bummed you out.

Stiles and Lydia ditched school completely to confront Parrish and visit Meredith in Eichen House. They chose to tell him that he’s on a supernatural hit-list while he was at work, which seemed ridiculous. On top of that, the last time Stiles talked to Meredith, he almost lost it, and the last time Lydia talked to Meredith, Meredith actually did lose it.

Scott had been acting weird since Violet was arrested, and he insisted that there was nothing useful in Garrett’s locker but that didn’t keep him from being shady whenever you asked about it.

And you couldn’t find Liam anywhere. He was supposed to go for a run with Mason and then meet up with you before school started, but school was almost over now and you still couldn’t find him.

“Sorry, guys. Liam skipped my class. Maybe he’s sick,” Coach said before downing a bottle of cold medicine. “Like me.”

“Liam didn’t look sick on our run,” Mason said as he turned to you and Scott.

“He’s not getting back to any of my texts,” Scott said.

“Or mine,” you mumbled.

Mason started walking away as the bell rang but Scott caught his shoulder and gave him the patented big brother smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll find him,” he promised. “But text me if you see him?”

“Yeah, alright,” Mason said.

You sighed and looked at your brother. “Okay, so we both agree that he’s been taken, right?” you asked.

He didn’t get a chance to answer before his phone started vibrating. “Maybe not,” he said before answering the incoming call from Liam. “Liam? … Where is he? … I’ll give you the money.”

“What money?” you whispered, tapping his arm furiously as he continued ignoring you.

Scott gave you a look before returning his attention to the call. “What do you want?” After a few seconds, he put his phone back in his pocket and gave you a very worried look.

“Well? What do they want?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest.

“Garrett’s got Liam,” he said. “And if I don’t give him his money back and break out Violet, he’s gonna kill him.”

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Another terrible plan: Scott meets Garrett where they park the school busses and you take Kira and start searching for Liam. He could literally be anywhere in the city, but Scott wouldn’t listen to you and you needed to find him before anything bad happened to him.

“You do realize that we’ve been going in a circle for the past hour, right?” Kira asked, nervousness evident in her voice.

“What? No, we haven’t,” you said as you stopped and looked around. That was the old oak that you passed five minutes into the hike. “Oh, crap.”

“Yeah, we’ve passed that tree with the weird trunk like three times already,” Kira said. “Are you sure you know how to do this?”

“I- I thought I did.” You ran a hand through your hair and sighed. “Okay, new plan. The woods are huge but there’s not a lot of good hiding places. There’s the old distillery, lookout point, a few caves, and … and a well, I think. We hit those first and then try along the river. Sound good?”

She nodded and gave you an encouraging smile before you started trudging forward again.

It took you a few more hours to get through some of the different locations, but then Kira frowned and stopped walking. “Did you feel that?” she asked.

“Feel what?” you asked, looking down to see if any of the ground had shifted underneath you.

“I don’t know! It was like … I think it came from that direction,” she said and pointed East.

“The only thing in that direction is the well,” you said. “Can you keep going that way without me? If it’s Liam, you can get to him before I can.”

She gave you an unsure nod before dashing off towards the well. You followed her as closely as you could, hoping against all your instincts that Liam was still alright. When you got the well, it was still boarded up and there was some old chain lying next to it. Kira was bent over the edge talking to someone.

“-she’ll be here any second, just hold on, okay?” she said.

“Liam?” you called down the well. He looked ready to cry when you saw him. “Okay, buddy, there’s some old chain here from when they got water out of there, if I drop it down do you think you can hold on?”

“You guys are gonna pull me up?” he asked.

“We’re gonna try,” you said with a small smile. You threw down one end of the chain. “Wrap it around your waist, okay? Kira and I are gonna pull you up but it would help if you could try climbing up the sides.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing all day?” he yelled up at you.

He tugged on the chain after he had it around himself and you and Kira exchanged a look before taking heavy breaths and starting to pull.

“Jesus Christ, what does this kid eat for breakfast?” you breathed.

Between the three of you, you managed to get him up to the edge of the well. As soon as his shoulders were high enough, he was able to pull himself over the edge. But then he slipped. You and Kira dug your heels into the ground but the momentum was too much. Scott got there just in time to keep him from falling in again.

“You’re okay, Liam,” he said before pulling him into a hug. “You’re okay.”

You dropped the chain and rushed forward, taking his face in your hands as you started looking at him. “Okay, I think you’re okay,” you said. “But we need to get you to Deaton. What did Garrett-”

“I’m fine,” he said. “But he stabbed with something and it really hurts.”

“Wolfsbane,” you, Scott, and Kira all said at the same time.

“We need to go,” Scott said.

The four of you got to Deaton in record time, and he was able to make the incision before Liam’s symptoms got worse. It was still one of the longest days of your life, and you were relieved to finally get home and shower.

The visions were getting better as more time passed, but that didn’t mean that your dreams were free of them and you still got at least one every week in the shower. And today was your lucky day; Vision You had fangs and claws and she attacked Liam.

Pushing the thoughts out of your mind, you took deep breaths as you used a towel to dry your hair on your way to Scott’s room. “Hey, that was pretty crazy today with Garrette,” you started. Your words fell short when you saw him and Stiles sitting on the floor with a pile of cash between them. “And it gets crazier, apparently. What is going on?”

“Close the door,” Scott said quickly.

You did and then you sat down on the floor, opposite the bed. There was so much money right in front of you and your mom spent her Sunday nights right downstairs, going over bills in the dark trying to figure out what could wait another week to be paid.

“I found it in Garrett’s locker,” Scott explained. “It’s the money from the jobs he and Violet did.”

“So this is Derek’s money?” you asked.

“Technically,” Stiles said.

You nodded slowly. “Okay, okay. And what’s this?” You held up an old cassette tape with the words ‘play me’ written on it. “I’m guessing it’s not another breakup mix.”

“We haven’t played it yet,” Scott said, either not noticing your attempt at humor or choosing not to acknowledge it.

He got up to find his old tape player and you sat with Stiles, bouncing your leg and biting your lip.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles said softly, putting a hand over the hand you had resting on your restless knee.

You smiled at him but it didn’t do anything to ease your nerves. “Did you find out anything with Meredith today?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that,” Stiles said before straightening up and taking a breath. “She killed herself after we left.”

“Oh my god, Stiles-” you moved to face him better. Tightening your grip on his hand, you asked, “Are you okay? That’s-”

“Found it,” Scott said, a little too cheerfully for your taste.

You pulled away from Stiles slightly as Scott put the tape in and pressed play.

After entering the IP address, you will be connected, through a Darknet portal, to an untraceable bank. Once logged in, enter your account number to receive wire transfers. The IP address will deactivate with each transfer. You will be assigned a new IP address if you choose to continue down the list. Remember: visual confirmation is always required for payment.

Stiles shut off the tape. “Have either of you ever made a wire transfer?”

“Never had enough money,” Scott said as you shook your head.

“So you didn’t understand a word of that either?” Stiles asked.

“I don’t understand any of this,” Scott said. They both looked so tired. “Why would someone use all this money just to kill us?”

“Someone wants you dead, dude,” Stiles said. “Badly.”

“Okay, but doesn’t someone always want us dead?” you asked. Scott shrugged lightly. “I’m not the only one thinking that this is … extreme. Am I?”

Neither of them said answered and after a few seconds, Scott started scooping up the money and put it back in the bag.

“Woah, woah, what are you doing?” Stiles asked.

“It’s late, and we’ve got the PSATs in the morning,” Scott said.

“No, I- I meant the money,” Stiles said. “Five hundred thousand dollars. You know how much money that is?”

“That’s five hundred thousand dollars?” you asked. They’d left that part out when they explained what they were doing. “That could pay all our bills, for both our families. Our debt ...”

“Yeah, it’s half a million dollars,” Stiles said, sounding more than a little snippy. “What are you going to do, Scott? Just slide it under your mattress?”

“I have to talk to Derek,” Scott said. “The money’s his.”

“You mean his and Peter’s,” Stiles said. You bit your lip and Scott asked what he meant. “What does that mean? It means maybe we should proceed with caution.”

“You don’t think we should tell Derek?” Scott asked.

“I think he means that we just don’t tell Peter,” you said. “Right?”

“I don’t know. I just-” Stiles got to his feet and sighed, rubbing his face as he turned away from you. “No, of course, we have to tell Derek. I’m just saying … Just saying some of that money’s Peter’s, right? The homicidal killer. Do we really want to give half a million dollars to him?”

“So you guys are saying we should give Derek his money back … but not Peter?” Scott asked.

“Hey, I haven’t said anything,” you said.

“And I didn’t say that,” Stiles said.

“Stiles …” Scott said, “What are you saying?”

Someone was stomping up the stairs and Scott shoved the duffel bag under his bed and jumped to his feet. Stiles pulled you up as he did, and you were still in a weird half-hugging embrace when Malia pushed open Scott’s door.

“We found Satomi’s pack. Derek and I,” she said. She was wet from the rain outside. “But they’re dead.”

“All of them?” Scott asked.

“All the ones we found,” Malia said.

“Wait, where’s Derek?” you asked, untangling yourself from Stiles slightly.

“Braeden was there when we found the pack but she was shot,” Malia explained. “Derek took her to the hospital.”

“Okay, so he’s okay,” you said with a deep breath. “Is there anything we can do?”

“Well, considering they’re all dead, unless anyone here knows how to make funeral arrangements, I don’t think so,” Stiles said. He was still on edge about the money and you couldn’t blame him.

“So you guys should get some sleep before your test,” you sighed, looking down.

“Okay, come on, Malia. I’ll drive you home,” Stiles said. He stepped forward and pressed a kiss to your temple and you grabbed his hand.

“Uh, where do you think the two of you are going?” you asked.

“You literally just told us to go home,” Stiles said.

“No, I said to get some sleep,” you corrected slowly. “We’ll drag my mattresses in here and sleep in Scott’s room for the night.”

“Uh, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea,” Scott said.

“Yeah, I don’t have any of my stuff,” Malia said.

“You’ll leave early tomorrow and pick it up,” you said. “Guys, I know … I know it sounds crazy, but there are people trying to kill us. And I- I can’t lose anyone else. And maybe it’s the rain making me paranoid but-”

“Okay, why don’t I go shower and you guys get the beds or whatever?” Stiles suggested. “We can talk after.”

You gave him a small smile and a nod and, before you knew it, you were dragging in your mattresses and laying them on either side of Scott’s bed. Stiles didn’t take an especially long shower so he helped get blankets while Malia showered. Then the two of you headed to the kitchen because you realized that you went almost the whole day without eating. Maybe that’s why you were so jittery right now.

You sat on the counter with your legs crossed while Stiles put together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for you (‘it’ll fix whatever’s going with you, just trust me’). Watching him carefully as he worked in the dim lighting, you twisted the necklace he’d given you in your hand. That party felt like it was years ago now.

“Here,” he said, quietly interrupting your thoughts as he handed you the plate.

“You take such good care of me,” you smiled, letting the plate rest in your lap as you lifted the sandwich up to take a bite.

“Yeah, well, someone has to,” Stiles said with a smile. He looked so tired as he leaned on the counter across from you. You were so focused on taking in all the same details on his face, you almost didn’t see how they connected to make a small grin as he looked at you.

“What?” you asked, straightening up. You set what was left of the sandwich down and touched your face “Is there something on my face?”

“No, well- Yeah, but that’s not why I’m smiling,” he laughed under his breath as he spoke. He took a few steps closer and lifted his hand to the side of your face, using his thumb to wipe your cheek.

“So why are you smiling?” you said softly. It felt like your regular voice was too loud for this moment.

“Why are you whispering?” Stiles whispered.

You tilted your head to the side. “I asked you first.” The two of you looked at one another for a while before laughing. You moved the plate and shifted closer to him, arms gently resting on his shoulders and fingers lightly laced into his hair. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?” he asked. His hands had fallen to your lower back, and you could tell he was doing his best to be still.

“Because someone that you knew just committed suicide,” you said as gently as you could. You moved carefully to tuck some of his hair behind his ear. “And you had to go back to Eichen House for the first time after … it must have been hard.”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, looking down. “Yeah, it was. Harder on Lydia though. The only other banshee she’s ever met and not only was she crazy but she killed herself? That’s rough.”

He was deflecting but you knew better than to push. He’d talk when he was ready.

So instead, you mustered up a supportive smile and said, “Then I guess it’s a good thing that she had you there with her.” He mumbled some agreement and you kissed his cheek before pushing him back slightly so you could slide off the counter. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

That night, you and Malia slept on Scott’s bed, and Stiles slept on the mattress closest to you. You let your hand drift over the edge of the bed and pretended not to notice when his hand reached up to meet yours.

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“So you’re hanging out with Liam today?” Scott asked, just before it was time for them to leave.

“Yeah, he canceled on me though so I think I’m just gonna catch up on homework. You know, since you guys decided today was the day to be good students,” you said, dramatically rolling your eyes. “Hey, you guys stay safe out there today, okay?”

“Always,” he said with a smile before he yelled for the others to hurry up.

“I would have been done fifteen minutes ago if Stiles would’ve hurried up in the bathroom!” Malia yelled as she stomped down the stairs, Stiles right on her heels.

“I’ll have you know that I happen to take a reasonable amount of time in the bathroom,” he said. “You held us up with all your complaining. We get it: you’re not a morning person.”

“Neither are you, sunshine,” you said, stifling a laugh as you pulled him into a side hug and kissed his cheek. He mumbled something underneath his breath and you turned his head to look at you. “Good luck. Be careful, alright?”

“It’s not like I’m on the deadpool,” Stiles said. “The worst I’ve got to worry about is the math portion.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. You looked at him for a second before pulling away. “Okay, you guys get out of here before you miss the exam.”

You were alone for a few hours after they left. It gave you time to eat something and pull your room straight again. You sighed, still having a few hours before they’d be done with their test. Liam was with Mason today (probably), and Lydia was still trying to find answers in her grandmother’s study. Even though you offered to go with, she said that it was something she had to do alone.

You weren’t used to having alone time anymore.

Looking at your desk, you saw the mountains of homework that were piling up. Now was as good a time as any to get them done.

Somewhere between finishing your reading assignments and procrastinating your chemistry booklets, you checked the time on your phone. The PSAT should have ended by now, but you didn’t have any updates from any of your friends.

Pushing the increasing anxiety down, you called your mom.

“Hey, Mom, I know I’m not supposed to call you at work but I was wondering if you’d heard anything from Scott yet,” you said when she answered, praying she couldn’t hear the worry in your voice. All you needed right now was to be a problem child.

“Uh, sweetheart, I don’t know how to tell you this-” you heard her sigh and your heart lurched. “There’s been an outbreak at the school and it’s been quarantined.”

“Quarantined?” you echoed, moving all of your papers aside and getting to your feet. “An outbreak of what?”

“We don’t know yet,” she said. “Listen, hun, I’ve really gotta go. I’m helping Deaton figure this out, but I want you to know that I love you.”

You shoved your feet into shoes and ran down the stairs while she spoke. “Yeah, I love you too,” you said quietly before grabbing Scott’s keys on the counter.

You still hated the bike, but you had to admit that driving so recklessly and freely calmed your nerves slightly. After basically dumping the bike in an attempt to park it, you rushed over to where the police were. Noah could explain.

Except, instead of Noah, the first person you found was your dad.

“Dad!” you yelled when a deputy didn’t want to let you through. He came over and the deputy let go of your arm. “Dad, what the hell is happening? Mom said the high school’s been quarantined.”

“Right now, we don’t know exactly what’s happened,” Rafael tried to explain. “Doctors have already been inside to get blood samples and other Hazmats are going in about half an hour to check for deadly contaminants.”

“Okay, but Scott’s in there,” you said. “Shouldn’t you be in there too?”

“Trust me, I’m working on it,” he said with a sigh. “Why aren’t you in there? Isn’t it a big test day?”

“Yeah, for juniors. I’m a sophomore,” you said slowly.

“Right, of course,” he said. He sounded tired. Everyone sounded tired. “I’ve never been so relieved that you’re not in the same grade as Scott.”

Really? You’d never been more frustrated.

Putting on a fake smile, you made up some lie about stepping aside to call your mom and let her know that you were safe. You took a few steps away from the group and called Derek. It rang and rang but he picked up in the end.

“Hey, do you know anything about what’s happening?” you asked in a low voice. “I need to get in there but-”

“Yeah, you do,” he said. “We’ve got an idea on how to fix this but you need to figure out a way into the school, alright? There’s an entrance to the vault from the basement. Inside there’s a jar of reishi mushrooms. They need to take it.”

“I thought werewolves couldn’t get sick. This is affecting them too?” you asked as you scanned the building for an entry point.

“Yes,” Derek answered. “Your mom sent your dad in but I don’t know if he’s going to find them in time. Can you do this?”

“Of course,” you said, pushing your doubts down. “I can get in through the locker room. The lock’ll be easy to get past and it connects right onto the school. In and out in less than half an hour.”

“Hey, be careful,” Derek warned. “We don’t know what else is in there besides the toxin, or if it’ll affect you.”

“Watch out, Derek. It’s starting to sound like you care,” you teased. You promised to be careful and then hung up.

Shoving your phone in your pocket, you headed around to the side of the school with the locker room. You wormed your way there without attracting attention and picked the lock. Closing the door behind you, you moved as quickly and quietly as you could through the school. Following Derek’s instructions, you found the vault in no time.

What you didn’t expect to find was Stiles lying against the opening of the vault, face was covered in blood, but you did.

You rushed to his side and cupped his face, trying to see if he was responsive. He was cold. “Stiles? Stiles, are you okay?” you asked, almost too panicked to realize that he was looking at you with one of the most confused expressions you’d ever seen.

“Am I dead?” he asked, voice hoarse. You shook your head and that only made him more confused, “Y/N, how did you find me?”

“I’ll always find you,” you said with an anxious smile. “Stiles, who’s blood is this?”

“It’s the- uh, it’s not mine,” he said.

“Okay, okay,” you said, trying to take a deep breath. “Are the others okay? Derek said the antidote was in the vault.”

“Yeah, I tried telling them but I don’t know how long ago that was,” he said, voice fading slightly. “I haven’t heard anything in a while.”

Nodding, you leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing up. “Scott?” you yelled, banging your fist against the wall. “Scotty, if you can hear me, can you give me a sign?” Nothing. It felt like your heart was breaking. “Please?”

A few seconds later, the wall started sliding to the side and Scott collapsed out of the vault opening. Stiles grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a hug, and you collapsed down next to them and did the same.

They were alive. They were okay.

“You guys are never taking a standardized test again, okay?” you choked out, holding onto the back of their heads.

The two of them said something that you wouldn’t remember five minutes later and you gathered yourselves up to check on Kira and Malia.

You could barely tell either of them had been inches away from death half an hour ago. Kira seemed completely fine as Scott helped her to her feet, but Malia looked upset. Stiles was already there, but you went to check on her anyway. She didn’t respond, only pressing a piece of paper into your hand before walking out.

“Malia Hale,” you read her name softly as you looked at the list. “Four million dollars.”

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heartjwi · 5 years

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black magic ☞ nct dream

GENRE | fluff ! nct dream x reader

THEME | witch!au

DISCLAIMER | insp. from black magic by little mix

SUMMARY | 6 boys happen to find a magical book in the middle of the library and promised each other they would only use their powers for the greater good.

A/N | first work here on my new blog heheheeheh also my entry for spooktober! + mentions of bullying!

once upon a time

soooo

theres this specific group of kids in high school right

they’re kinda known as the nobodies in general

literally because they don’t talk to anyone outside their friend group

which makes the popular kids pick on them since they’re easy targets n such

their names were: renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle and jisung

the 4 of them consisted of seniors

and one of the two were either a sophomore and a junior

there have been multiple occasions during lunch where the bullies would purposely stick their feet out when they were walking in their direction

causing them to trip and drop their food trays :-(

if it wasn’t for donghyuck’s snarky attitude, they would’ve been the laughing stock of the school

despite that, the bullies made it their mission to give their life a living hell

the bullies would pull pranks on them

till their youngest had enough

jisung surprisingly towered majority of the bullies and confronted them

“h-hey!” jisung stutters

which made renjun, jeno, jaemin facepalmed

donghyuck was too busy distracting chenle who was sweating and shaking too much

“guys look pipsqueak is trying to say something!” one of the bullies announces to their group

renjun was getting angrier by the minute just watching the bullies poke fun on jisung

“stop making fun of us, it’s not funny anymore” jisung tells the group, his deep voice surprising everyone

“make us, pipsqueak” the group leader pokes a finger on jisung’s chest making him walk backwards

renjun got fed up watching everyone laugh at them and runs up to the leader

“dude what are you doing!” jeno panicks, pulling his sleeve a little bit too late

“hey” renjun grabs the leader’s shoulder

“wha-”

before the leader could finish his sentence, renjun punches him square at the jaw

sending the leader to fall down on the floor

“what the fuck”

and everyone swings

sending both groups to detention

“maybe if one of us just kept our hands to ourselves, this wouldn’t have happened” jaemin smiles sarcastically at his friends

renjun grumbles and turned his back on jaemin

“hyung, renjun hyung had to do something” chenle speaks up

“not gonna lie, that was pretty bad ass coming from him” donghyuck laughs, patting renjun at the back

it could be seen that renjun was trying to contain his smile

but he failed to do so

jeno then walks out of the principal’s office with 6 excuse passes on his hand

“the principal says we’re good kids but that doesn’t mean he’d let us off of the detention we’re serving” jeno starts

the 5 boys sigh in unison

“but he says unlike the other group, they would be cleaning under the tables in the cafeteria, we are on library duty” jeno finishes

“that’s so boring” donghyuck whines, leaning on chenle

“its better than cleaning dried gum” jaemin flicks his forhead

the boys finally arrive in the library when it was closing time

“i’ll leave the keys here and make sure you lock the doors once you finish okay? i’ll be going now” the librarian smiles and waves goodbye at them

“great now we’re spending our friday night in a damn library” hyuck yells out

“i thought we were having a sleepover today?” jeno asks hyuck who was grabbing the left over books on the tables

“we are. i’m just overreacting” he shrugs

a little after that, the boys start cleaning everything at once

chenle was dusting the books that hasn’t been touched in years

jisung was sweeping the floor

renjun was rearranging the books by order

jaemin was wiping the tables

jeno and donghyuck were on cart duty

suddenly, as chenle was sweeping the bookshelves

a book fell on his head

“ouch!” he yelps, catching the attention of everyone

“you good lele?” jeno comes to his aid

chenle rubs his head, “yeah.. that fell on me” he points at a glowing book just a few feet away from them

“what’s this?” jisung picks up the book

“careful there jisung” jaemin warns him

renjun pushes past everyone to see the book, scanning it back to back

“it’s in latin” he tells everyone

he grabs his phone and opens google translate

“it means magic” hyuck reads his phone out loud

“did we just find a magical book?!” chenle squeals

renjun shushes him and tells everyone to hurry up with their work so they could go home

“guys let’s finish everything now so we can play with this book later, okay? chop chop” renjun orders

fast forward now everything in that library was clean

the boys are now at hyuck’s place with the book they found in the middle of their circle

“are we gonna become witches?” hyuck giggles

“probably? i mean it does say magic on the front” jeno explains

“ok y’all i can’t wait much longer lets bippity boppity boo this shit! lets all hold hands around it” jaemin grabs jisung and jeno’s hands

and the rest do the same

now the book is glowing again, it was a mix of purple and blue sparkles

the 6 boys start levitating from the ground

hyuck’s things were flying all over the place

and the lights were flickering

the book opens itself and individually gave everyone in the circle their powers

which was telekinesis

and the power to do whatever they want

basically they can form or do anything their mind tells them to

pretty cool

“this shit is fucking amazing” chenle screams as he made the bed levitate

“holy fuck” jeno muses as he made a cat appear in the room

“guys i’m gonna set hyuck’s desk on fire!” jisung motions his hand at hyuck’s desk

and suddenly, it was on fire

“jesus christ dude!” hyuck puts the fire down with his hands

“holy shit.. we’re witches!” the group claps for themselves

after everyone calms down, renjun announces something

“we should make a pact that we will only use our powers for the greater good” renjun announces,

everyone was listening intently

“we should make sure that we must not let that ugly group make fun of other people anymore” renjun adds

the boys agreed and went to bed after that

time skip on monday

you were a new student in school

you just moved from a whole different country so you were struggling with korean

and needless to say, you first day was absolutely shit

you were the new laughing stock of the school

especially with your speaking skills

hardly anyone speaks english in your new school

they only know certain phrases and often used body language to tell you shit

which made you a bit sad cause that basically means you didn’t really have friends

it was your second day in and someone vandalised your locker

which made the nearby students stifle in their laughter

to your luck, donghyuck happened to be one of the students nearby

he felt pity towards you

knowing you were a new student

while everyone was busy amongst themselves,

he used a bit of magic to erase the writing on your locker

after you gathered your stuff, you noticed your locker door was good as new

you looked around if anyone wiped it off but nothing

except for a boy who winked at you and blue and purple sparkles were evident in their eyes

the bell rang and everyone rushed to their classrooms

it was history class and you had a pretest yesterday

and it was about the history of korea too

meaning you didn’t too well

you had a big, red F on the corner of your test paper

your classmates were again, laughing at you quietly

even hearing some of them muttering “stupid”

you hung your head low and sat down on your chair

next to renjun

renjun felt bad for you and made everyone who made a comment bang their head against the table

seeing what happened to the students, it made you giggle a bit

making renjun smile at you

finally it was lunch time

you were walking towards an empty lunch table in the middle of the cafeteria

carrying your lunch tray filled with food

suddenly one of the people who were bullying you made you trip

you spilled your food and caused a scene

everyone in the cafeteria watching everything

laughing and taking videos of you

you wanted to cry on the spot

but suddenly you hear spluttering and something smelly hit your nose

you see chenle and jisung helping you up

“sorry for your clothes, noona” jisung helps you up

“i can help!” chenle giggles and suddenly you were in new clothes

“woah how did you do that” you asked, covering your mouth in shock

“it’s a secret” jisung giggles

“ah shit, i have to clean up the mess” you cursed, kneeling down taking the plates you dropped

“no worries, we’ll do it for you” jaemin butts in and just like what chenle did, the mess on the floor disappeared

you stared at him in shock and he just winks at you making your cheeks flush

and just a few feet away from you four, donghyuck, jeno and renjun were almost punishing the bullies after what they did to you

“WHY DO WE KEEP SHITTING OUR PANTS” one of the bullies cried out, shit coming out of their pants

and there was donghyuck laughing uncontrollably in the background

the leader turned to him and stomped his way over to him despite him shitting his pants

“YOU!” he yelled but he slipped on his own shit

making donghyuck double over laughing

renjun rolls his eyes, “okay playtime’s over, to the closet you fuckers go” he snaps his fingers and in a flash, the bullies got pushed into their own gym lockers, locked inside while being knocked out cold.

the 3 boys run back to you and checks if you have any bruises or cuts on your arms and legs

“i’m alright guys, thank you for defending me” you nervously scratched the back of your neck

“no worries! if they bother you again just call us and we’ll be there to save the day” jeno gives you his infamous eye smile

which was prone to melting hearts heh

“or better yet, why won’t you join us?” renjun invites you to their friend group

“m-me?” you stuttered, pointing to yourself

everyone nods in unison

“i mean, you do know our little secret so” donghyuck fakes his voice in a serious tone making you scared a bit

“aish hyuck stop you’re scaring her” jaemin smacks his head

“i’ll beat your ass motherfucker-” he tried to scramble towards jaemin but jeno ended up pulling his ear

“ooOOWWW” he screeched holding his now red ear

“shit we forgot to ask her name.. what’s your name?” chenle asks, staring at you intently

“i’m y/n” you say shyly, avoiding eye contact from everyone

renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle & jisung look at each other and smiled

“welcome to our group, y/n” they all yell, engulfing you into a hug

the end!

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funtimebunnyblog · 4 years

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Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 3

(Chapter 3: Strangers like me, Part 2)

Before Josuke knew what was happening, Moody Blues had sprung into action, swinging its own fists. Crazy Diamond was immediately there to match the others strength, Josuke had enough grasp on the situation at that point to tell his stand to hold back on its hit.

The force of air even brushed through the large poof of Josukes hair, causing him to flinch, but he was too focused on what was happening right now to care about that.

Two fists collided hard over both users heads, like an overcharged firstbump from two eager friends.

The display of force from the action was so strong it created a shockwave powerful enough to make the cutlery on the table dance.

It seemed as if everything around them was drowned out now. The sounds, the sights, the smells.

It seemed as if it were just Josuke and Abbacchio in the entire world, the latter murdering the former with a penetrating gaze.

"So..." his voice was low and held a dangerous bite to it, like a snake hiding in the grass, waiting to strike and kill. "You're a stand user, you little punk-shit."

Abbacchio was terrifying. Josukes insides felt as heavy as a bag of rocks and his stomach sunk like one being dropped in the ocean as he stared up at the older man in shock.

Abbacchio had gotten up from his chair but the teenager remained seated and the other was now looming right over him, his face set into a deep scowl, sunset valleys angrily burning into him.

Josuke leaned so far back in his chair he almost fell back onto the floor, trying to put as much distance between him and Leone as he could. He didn't expect the man to react so strongly.

Abbacchio balled his fists and reeled one back, the motion mirrored by Moody Blues and accompanied by another loud drawn out beep.

To his own horror, he realized the man had honestly been expecting him to attack at full force, like an ambush of some kind, and his poultry attitude was throwing him off.

"Woah! Woah!" He said, it was almost a whimper, throwing his hands up defensively in blind panic.

The murderous look staining Abbacchios face seemed to waver for a second, the hit never came thankfully, but Josuke could tell he was still holding his ground.

"I-I... I'm sorry-- I...." Josuke was sputtering, trying to uncleave his tongue from the roof of his mouth and speak clearly.

He knew if he didn't say something to pacify the other quickly, his Mother would be getting a death notification from a Police Officer instead of a phone call from a Hotel early tomorrow.

He clammed up suddenly, rambling only made things worse for him. The very reason why he got beat up more times at school than he could count on all his fingers.

"Yeah. Yeah. I-I'm a... a stand-user!"

'No shit dumbass! He knows that!' His thoughts screamed at him, sounding too much like Okuyasu in that moment.

"I... I didn't know if you could see them, I swear I didn't! I was just curious and--"

Welp.

He supposed he'd lived a full life.

Well... if you call living until 16, meeting your Father at long last, stealing his wallet and witnessing the death of a serial killer a full life that is.

If only he had been smart enough to write a will and maybe he could've left half his stuff to Okuyasu...

Leone Abbacchios raised fists shook as he forced them to lower back down and rest at his sides, he forced himself to take a couple deep breaths while he was at it.

Christ. What the Hell was he doing? Josuke looked very much like a kicked puppy right now (he was practically whimpering like one too).

He had watched the idiot get beat up by a group of bums desperate for their drug fix for crying out loud!

Josuke possessed a stand, he finally had that answer but if the poofy-haired nimrod wanted to hurt him at all, he would've done so already.

Jesus, the kid looked so very small in that moment, he looked like he was close to fucking tears.

Of course, Abbacchio would deny all claims those things tugged at his heartstrings like one would play a harp.

'Merda... I am getting soft.' Came the bitter thought as he grit his teeth.

Impressive, he had to give the kid that. It looked quite powerful. He had seen stands of all shapes and kinds at this point, kicked the asses of near to all of them but had never encountered one quite like this.

Abbacchio huffed, all defensiveness in his body language slowly melting away and the intensity of his piercing gaze softened.

His eyes moved from the terrified teen to the colourful well-built stand directly beside him, making no move to attack but glaring at Abbacchio through the opening in its helmet.

"For a second there, I thought you were gonna try to paint the walls with me." He sighed, moving back to his previously abandoned chair and popped himself down into it.

Moody Blues gave a soft whir, floating closer to his side as he relaxed again.

"Relax." Abbacchio told him. "Being in my.... occupation, reacting like that has become a reflex."

Josuke blinked a few times, sighing in relief and sinking into his own chair as the realization he wasn't going to die before he turned 17 finally settled in.

Crazy Diamond rested one massive hand on their hip, but didn't disappear.

"Ah... sorry." He wore an uneasy smile as he apologized to this man yet again today. "Maybe I should've... asked instead?"

Heh, so his Mom was right. Old habits died hard.

Josuke found himself laughing nervously, silently thanking every possible deity out there that Abbacchio didn't beat him to a bloody pulp before realizing that.

Abbacchio rolled his eyes and offered him a half-hearted chuckle. The scenario probably wouldn't have been too different if he had gone that route instead in all honesty...

Abbacchio nodded, both their gazes fixed on the interaction now happening between their stands, neither one however paying any attention to their own.

Coming to his senses again, he found his gaze trailed to Moody Blues and felt awe wash over him. He admired their design, so sleek and completely androgynous in body, very much unlike his.

"You said their name was 'Moody Blues'?" He questioned.

Moody Blues had floated closer to the other, staring at Crazy Diamond with its unnatural holed eyes. There was some curiosity to be found in its featureless face as it beeped and whirred with some rhyme and reason to it, as if asking the larger stand if it was a friend.

" 'Blues here isn't much of a fighting stand." Abbacchio said, folding his arms and watching the scene with some amusement evident in his face. "But what they lack in battle they make up for uniqueness."

Crazy Diamond hadn't moved an inch from their spot next to Josuke and was standing absolutely motionless, so very silent an onlooker (if said onlooker could see them at all that is) could mistake them for a statue. Their face forever had a stern nature, mostly stoic on the norm, but there was definitely some emotion in its narrowed coral eyes.

They bowed their head simply, a slow acknowledging nod to the other stand, keeping their gaze fixated on them.

Josuke blinked in surprise, for someone as tough and scary as Abbacchio, he never would've guessed his stand wasn't a fighter.

His first impression of the man had been him kicking the shit out of someone after all.

"Oh." He said, he couldn't help feeling more intrigued. "What do they do?"

Abbacchio paused and seemed to be considering his options, probably debating on whether he should be enlightened to know those things (Josuke knew he was still a stranger to him after all), before smirking.

"Watch." He said.

Finally, it stopped with a distinctive click. The numbers read 00:00:18:43.8

The Highschool student tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as the slim mauve figure froze up for a moment, standing straight and ascending right up over the table, landing in a seat directly across from the two of them.

The blank screen reminiscent of a digital alarm clock on the stands forehead started to fill up with numbers, Moody Blues made a sound like a VCR tape rewinding in a player the entire time.

Josuke nearly jumped in his chair as a noise much like a machine powering down sounded from the stand. Or more importantly, how their featureless face and body dissolved into another thing... no... another person entirely as it happened.

Sitting across from them now was no longer Moody Blues, but someone Josuke had never seen before.

They seemed around his age, sporting clothing colours similar to the ones on his own stand. The most notable thing being the hat on the boys head, an arrow pointing directly down to the bridge of his nose. His hands were positioned in mid-air like he was holding cutlery and he wore a somewhat serious expression.

"--All I'm saying is, 3-wheel cars should make a comeback. Their design wasn't only cool but it would prevent a Hell of a lot of accidents! Just think about it! It would be for the greater good!.... hmm?.... No! I'm not being irrational!"

Another distinctive click sounded and Josuke watched in fascination as the numbers on the still visible clock began to wheel.

Abbacchio found himself sighing as Guido Mista continued his very long and very boring rant from last nights dinner.

The teenager stared, utterly captivated by the scene playing... no... replaying before him.

"You can... replay events?" He asked, his blue eyes huge and glittering like sapphires, unable to tear his gaze from the show Abbacchio was putting on.

"Sure can. As long as I'm in the right place." He replied, drumming his fingers against the table quite boredly (much like he had done last night as this was happening the first time), only half-listening to Mista continue to rant and rave, slapping the table and pointing fingers now.

"Is that one of the 'comrades' you mentioned earlier?" Now he turned to Abbacchio, giving him a sly smile.

"Yep. One of Four others." He grunted, secretly glad this version of Mista wouldn't suddenly turn on him and scream in his face about how its unlucky to even say that damned word (like it was fucking MacBeth or something). "He's... something. Maybe one day you'll have the displeasure of meeting him."

Josuke had to laugh at that, Abbacchio sounded so much more like an overly tired parent rather than a teammate to this other teenager.

"--Oh really? I'd like to see you try Narancia!" 'Mista' hissed, pointing a finger at the chair Josukes bag was currently occupying. "I'll kick your a--"

There was a click, just as he balled a fist and banged it on the table again, he was frozen in time.

"Another thing about 'Blues is when a replay is happening, you can track everything from the persons heart rate, to their perspiration and breathing patterns." He told him. "Better yet, you could track their brainwaves if you were a Doctor with the right equipment."

Sure he had friends with weird stands that possessed even weirder powers, but he never knew a stand could do something like this!

Josuke couldn't contain himself any longer and found himself jumping up out of his seat to slam his hands on the tables surface.

"Oh my God, that's so cool!" He cried out, stars were practically dancing in the Highschoolers eyes. "Both of things! All of those things!"

"How could I not be impressed?" He asked incredulously. "I wish I could do that!"

Abbacchio couldn't hold back the smirk on his face, raising a pointed eyebrow at his expressive companion in amusement.

"I take it you're impressed?"

He thought about everything he'd want to do if he had such a power. He thought about using the ability to see what his Father Joseph looked like way back when he met his Mom all those years ago. Or hell, even just replay the precious moments he spent with Joseph the first (also the last) time he saw him.

They watched as the form of Guido Mista dissolved completely, revealing the one true Moody Blues again. The stand emitted noises that reminded the Highschooler of a fax machine running, almost seeming like it was enjoying the praise Josuke was showing it.

"Like I said, my ability isn't very practical." Leone hummed, folding his arms and shrugging. "Sure it looks cool but I'm no help in battle."

His duel coloured eyes shifted to the one very strong and silent figure who still hadn't moved an inch.

Abbacchio tilted his chin up, "What about them?"

Josukes cheeks dusted coral pink to match the stand asked about, rubbing the back of his head as a shy smile tugged on his lips.

"Crazy Diamond? He fixes things." He said casually. "Anything from a destroyed building to a small hole in your clothes, he's got it patched."

If Crazy Diamond minded the attention, it made no outward signs of objection.

Abbacchio's eyebrows raised and nodded as he listened, studying the larger and more burly stand as the teenager talked.

Moody Blues, being nosy as always, had now floated back over the table and was hovering right next to the other stand, inspecting them much like its user.

Moody Blues was called back to the Goths side to give the other stand some breathing room to work.

"He's also just really strong. He could probably bench-press two cars if I asked him to." Josuke laughed a little, secretly enjoying bragging about his abilities to someone.

His smile went huge as he became visibly excited again. "I can give you a little preview of his powers if you want!"

"Knock yourself out."

There was a bright twinkle in the teens eye as he pushed his chair back, stepping out of it with a wide grin. Abbacchio spent a moment wondering what would happen.... however nothing on earth could've prepared the man at all for what did.

With a single thought from Josuke, Crazy Diamond slammed one massive fist down onto the center of the table, the legs collapsed underneath in an instant and the surface of it shattered like a plate hitting a hard concrete floor, ultimately breaking it.

It was fast.

Very fast.

Leone jumped in his chair, his own stand catching him as he nearly toppled out of his seat in utter shock.

But just as quickly as it broke, the pieces of the table rearranged itself and everything was as it should be. The restaurant hadn't even noticed the ruckus going on.

Abbacchio blinked rapidly, still gripping Moody Blues like a lifeline as his eyes darted between the others and the table, as if trying to piece together what the fuck he just witnessed.

Josukes smile disappeared for the fraction of a second as his companion sighed, slumping forward in his chair as a hand went to his face. Anxiety bubbled in the pit of his stomach fearing the man was pissed at him again... before seeing his shoulders start to shake.

Josuke and Crazy Diamond looked like the absolute picture of innocence, standing side by side. He could practically see the halo above the teenagers pompadoured head as he smiled at him, eagerly awaiting a response to his display.

Abbacchio swore he saw the tiniest smug grin on Crazy Diamonds face.

Leone Abbacchio broke out into laughter. His eyes squeezed shut and the biggest smile Josuke had seen on the man so far pulled on his face, showing his pearly white teeth. His body shook as he kept laughing and laughing, practically rocking in his chair.

"Jesus..." the man wheezed, gripping at his stomach that was feeling painfully tight from laughter, a hand going to his eye to swipe away a tear quickly before his mascara started to smudge. "I think my heart stopped."

He liked this kid.

He managed to compose himself again, however that small smile lingered on his face, "Very impressive. But next time, for the love of God, fix a damn teacup or something..."

Josuke considered doing something less extreme to demonstrate next, like bending a fork, before he noticed the waiter returning with their orders and hastily seated himself again.

Josuke blinked, his face glowing with embarrassment as he rubbed at the back of his head.

"Oh-- Oops..." he laughed. "I guess I got carried away there..."

Abbacchio supposed the mans timing couldn't have been better. He wasn't sure what he would do if he ended up witnessing a table being destroyed and magically repaired in the span of 2 seconds.

Bucciarati wouldn't be very happy if he caught word of a staff member of his most favored establishment being escorted to a mental hospital for "seeing things".

"Torta di fragole." The waiter beamed at them, placing Abbacchio's plate down as well, earning a nod and a quiet "Grazie" from the Mafioso.

Josuke, on the other hand, was focused more on the heavenly aroma coming straight from the steaming mug the waiter set down in front of him, along with the huge slice of cake.

Leone held back more laughter, the kids eyes were bigger than dinner plates.

Oh man... Abbacchio hadn't been kidding when he said it was 'the best damn cake in town'.

Or maybe after chowing down on nothing but plane food for the last few meals just made it seem that way...

Either way, Josuke hummed in delight, practically scarfing down the dessert.

Abbacchio reconsidered his previous thoughts on just how much this kid could eat, watching him inhale the cake from over the rim of his steaming mug of tea.

He'd be sure to ask Tonio if he could make Okuyasu and him some of this heavenly "tortoise day frog-leg" at his little restaurant back home.

If Okuyasu didn't eat him out of house and home while he was away that is...

'Oh well,' he mused. 'at least the punk didn't try to kill me.'

#Diamante d'Italia #josuke higashitaka

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