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#i'm like really trash and can only pick up some words but damn that Stood Out to me
mushies-stories · 1 year
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First friend
Eddie X reader
just a fluff/befriending drabble really.
reader is new in town and is invited to a party whoop. all that matters is Eddie.
warning. "smoking, drinking, swearing
word count: 1181
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Walking into the party you could smell the alcohol in the air. As you stood by the front door you couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Football players and cheerleaders filled most of the living room and you were wearing a metallica shirt with ripped jeans and red chucks. 
You had been invited by one of the cheerleaders. kate something, you didn't remember her last name. You had decided to go mostly for the booz and to find a new dealer but you weren't opposed to making a new friend. This was your third new town in the last four years so you were used to how mean people can be to the new kid, and cheerleaders were one of the worst so you didn't have high hopes for the night.
You walked through the sea of stumbling teens and found the kitchen where it was a little less occupied, Just a few couples making out around the walls of the open space. A guy with long brown hair dressed like a punk.was standing at the island counter where the drinks and cups sat. He seemed to be focusing pretty hard on mixing the perfect drink as his rings clanked every bottle he picked up. 
You were about to walk over and get a drink yourself when someone grabbed your arm and swung you around. “Y/N! You made it, how cool!” Kate greeted, already tipsy by the looks of her. She had a cup in hand as she dragged you to a group of people standing by the couches. “Hey everyone! This is Y/N, the new girl.” She introduced you to everyone. 
You nodded and said hello to everyone, trying to project a nice attitude. You wanted to try making friends with a fair chance. “Hey, don't you live in the trailer park?” one of the guys had asked, You didn't know his name.
“Yeah, me and my mom.” you said. 
The guy shook his head. “Damn, what a waste.” He laughed. 
You cocked a brow and gave him a questioning look. “And that means?” great here it is, a dumb jock about to say some dumb shit you thought. 
He glanced you up and down, a smirk plastered on his face. “Just that you're hot and all, but everyone knows not to touch trailer trash.” he joked and everyone laughed. Then he pointed to the kitchen and yelled out. “Right Eddie? Only freaks live in that park of yours!” you turn to see the same guy who was making a drink standing halfway out the back door to the porch.
He stepped back inside at the call of his name and the comment, a frown on his face. Before he could get a word out you chimed in. “yeah? Honestly I wanted to give you all a chance but you proved once again, Jocks are dicks.” you said casually with a shrug of your shoulders. Not wanting to give them a chance of getting another jab at you, you go out the back door, brushing past the taller metalhead. 
You walked past the group of guys standing around the porch table passing a bowl around to the stairs. You sat on the bottom step, just wanting to take a minute before you walked home. You heard the door shut and the guys all welcome the guy, Eddie, and offer him the bowl.
You try to just ignore the group and pretend you weren't there, hoping they would do the same. Just when you thought you were safe a pair of dirty white sneakers were standing on the steps beside you. You scooted over to give them room to get past, but instead they sat down. 
Eddie gave you a small smile as he got comfortable, resting his elbow on his knees. “Want a hit, or need one?”  He joked as he offered you a lit joint. “Those guys are assholes, but that was sick how you didn’t take any shit from them.” He complimented.
You gave him a small smile and took the small roll between your fingers. “Thanks.” you said and took a drag. You handed it back while exhaling. “Yeah I needed that.” you laugh softly. 
Eddie took his own hit and nudged you with his shoulder. “ well if you're ever lookin, i'm your guy.” he says with a wide smile. “Plus I live nearby.” he noted.
You nodded in agreement. “That's true.” Well, you found a dealer. “At least I accomplished one thing I set out to do tonight?” he said. 
Looking at you with a curious expression. “Oh yeah? And what are the other things you were hoping to accomplish tonight?” he questioned you, now leaning back on the steps with his legs stretched out in front of him. He offers you the joint again. 
Taking it and hitting it you shrugged your shoulders. “Nothing really, just dumb stuff.” you tried to dismiss the topic.
Eddie however didn’t want to drop it just yet. “Oh c’mon, im harmless i promise.” he puts his hands up slightly to show how non threatening he is. 
You passed the joint back for Eddie to finish. “Find a dealer, see where the chill spots are and maybe… make a friend.” your voice lowered at the last few words and you avoided eye contact, instead opting to look at the night sky. 
There was a moment of silence before Eddie softly spoke. “I could be.” He said. “A friend ya know? I mean as long as you aren't scared to be seen with a freak.” When you looked back at him he wasn't looking at you. He was looking at the sky, smoke swirled around him in the moonlight. He turned to you after a moment though, a gentle expression on his face. “Plus, I know where some great chill spots are.” He joked.
You laughed with him, he made you feel comfortable. “I'd like that.” you said with a smile. 
Abruptly Eddie stood up and in front of you, he held his hand out for you to grab. “Well how's about you come hang with me and my crew for a while and then i’ll walk you home?” he offered. 
You laughed and took his hand. “Sure, maybe you could make me one of those fancy drinks you were mixing in there.” you joked.
Eddie grinned down at you then pulled you up, he towered over you. “Oh, so you noticed me in there, did ya?” he teased. 
You pushed his shoulder gently. “Well you looked like you were mixing a potion, it's kinda hard not to notice a dork like that.” You teased back. 
That made him laugh. “Oh you have no idea what kind of dork i am.” he informed you proudly. “But you can learn all that later, c’mon” He ushered you up the stairs to his group of friends. 
The night might have started just how you figured it would, but it ended on meeting a cool metal head who you soon found out was in fact a huge dork.
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bonelesssoup · 3 years
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still cant get over the fact that Hua Cheng calls Xie Lian "gege" (哥哥, means big brother) like 1) why r u teasing ur boyf like that and 2) kinky (???)
anyway this donghua was so beautiful i cannOT
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yutanology · 3 years
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Kids (Prologue)| NCT Dream × Fem!Reader
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Warning : cliche, a few cusses, little fluff, possessiveness, NCT Dream being bratty and stubborn. No proofread :(
Synopsis : Y/n somehow ended up helping Mark babysit his stepbrothers for the weekend. That two days of babysitting soon turned into frequent days of her visiting them as they would throw a fit if she wouldn't. When she thought everything would be fine soon, it only became worse as time passed by.
Take note that Mark and Y/n are at the same age(15). 00 line are 7 while Chenle is 6 and Jisung is 5.
"Vroom! Vroom! Vrooom!" Jisung said loudly through his pouted lips. He was sitting on his big toy car, imitating the roaring machine of an actual car.
Behind him was Chenle pushing him on all sides of the wide nursery room to make Jisung feel like he's really driving the car. The younger kid raised both his hands up, enjoying the ride and the room was filled with their cute giggles.
"Hey, slow down. You might get hurt—" Mark immediately cut his own words, replacing it with a loud yelp when the wheels of the car they were riding ran on his toes. "Ahhh!" he instinctively crouched down to hold his toes that were now throbbing in pain.
The duo didn't even bother to look back at him and ask if he's okay cuz they're too entertained to even notice his suffering.
"Y/n, help!" he called out for the female who just entered the room carrying a very hyper Haechan on her arms that she chased around the house for almost half an hour so she could get him to wear his pants.
She had such a great time giving him a bath. Haechan splashed water on her clothes, saying that he wanted her to join him on his bubble bath. Ending him getting her hoodie soaked wet (she took it off and let it dry), thankfully, her shirt was safe.
He wanted to play with her all the time. He doesn't want her to take a break even for a damn minute and he never ran out of some things he'd like to say. Either he makes sense or not, he doesn't care.
She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be enjoying her time alone at home while it's still weekend but here she is, babysitting her friend's stepbrothers. It just so happened that she met Mark's parents when both of them walked home together yesterday from school.
They had a little chitchat and eventually got along. Then that's when they asked her a favor to help Mark take care of his stepbrothers during the weekend as they won't be able to keep an eye on them because of their busy schedules.
She was about to decline until she heard that they're going to pay her a fair price. Yup, she needed money that's why she agreed with them. Her family is not as rich as the Lees so she can't always get the things she wanted to buy. So in order to be able to, she had to work for it. She got her parent's permission that night, letting her do what she wanted.
"Why? What happened?" she asked Mark, trying to keep Haechan still or he'll fall down but she decided to put his feet on the floor. "Nooo! Carry me! Carry me!" Haechan whined, holding his arms up to her.
She tiredly sighed, picking him up again. She knew the last thing to do to him is to make him upset. He'd cry nonstop and would totally be mad at everyone. She didn't want that. Things would be harder to handle than it already is right now.
"My toes freaking hurt! I don't think I'll be able to stand up." He over exaggerated.
Y/n approached him to check if he's alright then found his toes flamming red. "Oh god, uhm, I'll go get some ice or something. I don't know how to treat that but I hope it would help." she rushed to the kitchen with Haechan still on her arms.
Opening the top of the fridge, she saw an ice pack. She grabbed it and was about to close the fridge when Haechan spotted the fruit popsicles. "I want that." he pointed at the sweet treats that caught his attention.
She reached the first popsicle, "I don't like that. I want the strawberry." then she gave him one. He better not have cavities for eating too much sweets or else she'd be blamed for it.
She helped him get rid of the plastic wrapper, throwing it on the trash bin before letting him eat the fruit popsicle. His eyes almost literally twinkled once the cold strawberry treat touched his tongue. At least, he's happy now.
They both went back to the room, handing Mark the ice pack to help it ease the pain on his poor toes. "Thanks." Mark sighed and she nodded, sitting beside him on the sofa but their eyes are still on the kids just to make sure they're okay.
"Where are your maids? Aren't they supposed to be helping us here?"
"They all went home to their families. Only our cook and our driver are the only workers left here." That explains why she didn't bump into someone else in this house.
Renjun was not so far from them. He's quietly sitting on the carpeted floor attaching puzzle pieces together, focusing on completing the picture into whole. Despite the whole chaos going on around him, he somehow found peace on the corner of the room.
Well, not until he found out that Jeno was chewing on the other puzzle pieces. He's been trying to look at the missing items on his puzzle only to find out that they're with Jeno all the time.
The two kids fought. Renjun was huffing mad while Jeno was crying. Even though he already said sorry, Renjun doesn't seem to forgive him anytime soon for ruining his puzzle that he worked on for hours since this morning.
Mark limped his way to Jeno to calm him down and Y/n took care of Renjun (and Haechan, of course). She was in the middle of a conversation with Renjun when she felt a tug on her shirt.
Looking down, she saw a sleepy Jaemin rubbing his eyes. "I'm sleepy." he said. He must've been worn out from joining Haechan at every trouble he initiated.
"Oh, wait a second." she told him, he silently nodded.
"Haechan, can you please sit here with Renjun for a while?" she carefully put him beside the said boy.
"Huh? But why? Where are you going?" he asked her after he took out the popsicle out of his mouth.
She lifted Jaemin on her arms this time which Haechan frowned at. "I'll just go take him to his room. I'll be back, I promise." She waited him to say something but he stayed silent, glaring at the boy playing her hair, completely unaware of the piercing gaze of his stepbrother.
"Uhm, we'll go now..." she awkwardly informed him before making her way out of the room for the nth time of the day. This time, she's the one unaware of Jaemin sticking his tongue at Haechan to tease him. Before he could stomp his way to him, Y/n was already out of the room with Jaemin, leaving both Renjun and Haechan angry of different reasons.
Throughout the whole time she carried Jaemin to his room, he continued to play with her hair. Twirling silky strands of her hair on his small fingers, droopy eyes slowly closing and his head weighed on her shoulder.
Assuming that he fell asleep, Y/n could only sigh in relief that one of the most chaotic step brothers finally took his rest. After climbing a few more flight of stairs, she reached his room at last. The whole mansion is too big for her liking but she's not the one living here so she can't have something to say to it.
She pushed the door open, laying Jaemin on his queen sized bed then she covered half of his body with his comforters. "Sleep well, Jaemin." she kissed his forehead before she left him and he slept with a smile adorning his lips.
"What took you so long?" Haechan immediately asked her, arms crossed on his chest and his brows still furrowed together. "Haechan, you know how far Jaemin's room is from here. Come on, stop being sulky. I'm already here."
She glanced at Mark reading a book for Jisung, Chenle and Jeno on the table. "Why don't you join them?" Haechan shook his head. "Because I don't want to."
"Aren't you going to take your afternoon nap too?"
"No."
"What about—" he didn't let her finish her words as he stood up and stomped away out of the nursery room. He left her there confused. Renjun who had finally cooled off his anger approached her.
"He's mad at you."
Y/n looked down at him. "I just tucked Jaemin to sleep. Why'd he gotta make a big deal about it?" she asked as if she's talking to herself. Renjun knew the answer but didn't blurt out anything about it instead he held her hand.
"Can we go pick flowers on the garden?" she smiled at him with a nod. "Yeah, sure. Let's go."
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lostinthewiind · 2 years
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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 9
Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu
Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: arguing, harsh language, swearing
Song → 18 by Anarbor
Previous → Part 8
Next → Part 10
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The trek up the stairs from the store to the apartment felt like climbing a never-ending escalator that was going the wrong way. After the day you had had, you were both mentally and physically exhausted and ready to call it a night early.
Thankfully, as if you had finally hit a stroke of luck that day, Keishin had texted you saying that he would pick up dinner on the way home, saving you the exertion of having to leave the apartment again. So, with that information in mind, you kicked off your shoes for the day and fell unceremoniously onto the couch in the living room.
As you sat down, you heard the envelope in your back pocket crinkle and the sudden noise seemed to completely fill the otherwise silent apartment.
Ah yes, the envelope.
Pulling the decision to your future out of your back pocket, you stared at it for what felt like another hour or so. No matter how long you held the envelope in your hands, you couldn't force yourself to open it. You simply didn't want to.
At some point between when your mother had handed it to you and now, you had subconsciously decided that you wanted to choose your own path forward despite what the decision letter may or may not say.
Feeling strangely empowered and confident, you stood to your feet and ventured into the bedroom where you slipped the envelope into one of the drawers Keishin was letting you keep your clothes in and tucked it underneath one of your sweaters. Maybe one day you would open the damn thing when whatever was inside wasn't weighing so heavily on your mind and future, but today was not that day.
Just then, you heard the front door open and knew Keishin had arrived home. Closing the drawer, you plastered a smile across your face and exited the bedroom to greet your boyfriend.
"Welcome home, Dear," you giggled, trying your best to fake the part of a doting housewife. "How was the volleyball game?"
Keishin chuckled softly as you took the takeout bags from him. "It was a close game, but they pulled it together in the last set and won."
"Oh, good!" You placed the bags onto the table before retrieving some plates and chopsticks from the kitchen.
"How was your day?" he asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.
You sighed as you thought back on your day. "It was okay," you answered, not really wanting to go into much more detail than that. You doubted Keishin wanted to hear about your minuscule problems with rude customers after the long day he had clearly had.
Keishin, however, picked up on your uncertainty right away. "Doesn't sound okay," he commented. "Want to talk about it?"
You shrugged. "Just some shitty customers. Seems I had forgotten how poorly low-level workers are treated sometimes . . . just threw me a little," you said. "I'll be fine. Just glad the day is over now."
"You and me both." He flashed a smile as he turned to head for the bedroom. "I'm just going to change quickly and then we'll eat."
"Sounds good." You started dishing out some of the food. "I was also thinking we could watch a movie tonight as well. I could use something to clear my mind."
"Sitting on the couch with a beer is an ideal evening in my book," you heard him respond faintly from the bedroom. "There's a new action movie that came out. I think it's about-"
You waited for Keishin to finish his sentence, but when he didn't, you cocked your head and looked toward the bedroom doorway. Before you had the chance to call out to him, he appeared in the doorway shirtless, eyebrows furrowed and the envelope from the university in his hand.
"W-why do you have that?" you asked, the look on his face upon discovering the letter making your heart drop. "That was in my drawer . . . why were you going through my things?"
"I was looking for my sweater, the one you always steal," he answered. "Y/N . . . what is this?"
Rounding the table and approaching Keishin, you snatched the envelope out of his hand. "That is one of the many reasons why my day today was so shitty."
As you turned to head for the kitchen to toss the envelope in the garbage and rid your life of it, Keishin followed you. "You didn't get in?" he inquired.
You shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't open it."
As you moved to toss the letter into the trash, Keishin grabbed your wrist and stopped you. "Why are you throwing it out if you didn't open it yet?"
"Because I don't care what it says. I've decided that I'm going to stay here with you and work at the store. This is the life I want . . . the life I get to choose for myself."
"You should still open it," he reasoned. "You might change how you feel about it when you see the result."
"I don't want to change how I feel about it." You shook your head as you gently pried your wrist out of his grip. "No need to make things more difficult than they need to be. I've had enough difficulty for one lifetime, thank you very much. This decision is easy, and best of all, it makes me happy."
Gesturing to the envelope, Keishin sighed. "But this is what you wanted. When you told me about your dream to play soccer at the University of Tokyo, your face lit up. Why are giving up on your dream before you've even given yourself a chance to experience it?"
"Dreams can change, Keishin," you told him before sighing and deciding to humour him for a moment. "Okay, let's say I open this letter and somehow did get in. What then? I couldn't pay for that school in my wildest dreams; not without my parents' help. Sometimes dreams are just childish and unrealistic. So I found a new dream, one with us living here together."
"You could apply for student loans. Tons of people do." He folded his arms across his chest. "I don't think this is about the money or your parents. I think this is about us. You've gotten comfortable here."
Throwing your hands up into the air in exasperation, you huffed. "And so what if I have? Is that really so bad?"
"I just don't want you to throw away an opportunity like this over me."
"Over you?" you cocked a brow. "Because you're, what, trash? Not worth it? A lowlife? A burnout?"
Keishin bit at his bottom lip. "You know what's not what I meant."
Inhaling deeply, you glared down at the god-forsaken envelope in your hand and began to tear at the top. "Let's not fight about something that probably isn't even going to happen." You pulled the letter out and unfolded it, your eyes scanning the text quickly. "The University of Tokyo is notoriously difficult to get into and I-"
Keishin quirked a brow when you stopped mid-sentence. "What does it say?"
A broken laugh was the only thing you could manage as you lowered the letter and shook your head. "Un-fucking-believable." You handed the paper over to Keishin, the edge crumpled from where your grip had tightened when you read the decision.
Keishin looked at the page for all of two seconds before he found the bolded 'Congratulations' and a huge grin spread across his face. "You got in!" He was way more excited than you were about this. "This is good news. You can play soccer at the University of Tokyo. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't make you at least a little happy."
"I wish it did," you answered honestly. "I wish it were that easy."
"It is! It can be." Keishin set the letter down on the counter and took your hands in his. "Student loans, part-time jobs, it's all possible. Sure, it might be a little tricky to work out, but it's totally possible."
When you didn't respond, Keishin hooked his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "Accept the spot at the university. Follow your dream," he told you.
". . . but I'll have to leave you." You felt the words catch in your throat and tried your hardest not to start crying. "You make me happy—you're the first thing that's made me genuinely happy in a long time—and I don't want to leave that for a chance at something that might not even work out."
"But what if it does work out? You don't know that it won't," he said softly. "Don't end up like me, looking back at your past and wondering what might have been if you had just chosen a different path. I know this might seem good enough for now, but how will you feel after ten or twenty years of working the same dead-end job for the same shit pay all while getting treated like shit by people who look down on you? Look at how one day of catering to pretentious assholes made you feel. Do you really want to live the rest of your life like that?"
"But what about you?" you asked, your voice shaky.
Keishin dropped his head, a few stray strands of hair falling into his face. Unlike that morning, when he had been asleep with loose hairs in his face, he looked annoyed and frustrated now. The bags under his eyes and tension lines on his forehead were a stark contrast to the soft, peaceful face you had woken up to that morning.
"Don't throw this away over me," he repeated. "Don't throw your future away over a 26-year-old burnout."
Lip quivering, you sucked in a deep breath. "I thought you were different . . . but you're just like everyone else."
Keishin eyed you. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You said I should make my own decisions and live my life how I wanted but it was all a facade." You slipped your hand out of his and took a step back. "In the end, you're just like everyone else . . . you think you have a right to plan my future for me without giving me a say in the matter. You want to tell me how to live my life just like my parents."
"How could you say that?" Keishin almost snapped but managed to collect his anger before he did. "All I want is what's best for you."
You scoffed as you wiped a tear from your cheek. "If I had a penny for every time I've heard that I'd have enough money to pay for the University of Tokyo and then you'd get your damn wish . . . I'd be gone."
"When did I ever say I wanted you gone? Why are you so adamant that going to Tokyo means we can't be together?"
"Why are you so against just letting me make my own decision about this?! Why do I have to go to play soccer at that fucking university and leave you? I don't want to leave you!"
"Why not? Why are you so damn hung up on someone like me?!"
"Because I love you!" The two of you froze in place the second those words left your mouth. Chest heaving from the shouting and high emotions, you snapped your mouth shut before you said anything else in the heat of the moment.
Eyes wide, Keishin stared at you like a deer in headlights. "You what?"
You debated whether or not you should repeat what you had said, but by then, the damage had been done. "I love you," you breathed. "And I know you told me not to fall in love with you . . . but I did. I fell hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you so please stop asking me to."
You waited for what felt like an eternity for Keishin to say something, say anything. He opened his mouth a few times like he was about to, but nothing ever came out.
"Keishin . . ." You took a cautious step forward. "Please say something."
Keishin swallowed hard before looking you directly in the eyes. "If I said I didn't love you back, would you go?"
You felt your heart crack and the sensation of being punched in the gut spread throughout your entire body. "Is that what you're saying? You don't love me?"
"If I didn't, would you leave?"
You inhaled sharply. "If you look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't feel the same way that I do; that everything over the past few months has meant nothing to you, there would be no possible way I could stay in Miyagi," you answered truthfully. "If you tell me that you don't love me and that you never have, I would have no reason to stay in this prefecture."
Keishin's lips parted once more. "Y/N . . . I-" His brown eyes locked onto yours and you could feel what he was about to say even though he never did. "I . . . I can't do this right now."
With that, he brushed past you, grabbed a sweater from the bedroom and threw it on before storming out of the apartment, leaving you and the now cold takeout food alone.
Tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, you turned to look over your shoulder at the decision letter sitting on the counter, practically taunting you.
You should have thrown the thing out the second your mom dropped it off. Or better yet, maybe you should have never made that deal with Keishin and applied for the university in the first place.
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thekillingjoke-haha · 3 years
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YOU ARE WERE MINE
Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love....even if it might hurt.
Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls
Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter...and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut
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Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. "Come on Babe dress up a little." He said tightening the suspenders straps.
"You know I don't like Halloween." Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. "Too bad guess I can't give you your treat." The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. "If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?" He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. "Hmmm....If I get to pick the shirt." Sam chuckled and nodded. He'll soon regret that.
Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words 'Just the tip. I Promise.' And a knife. "This has to be your best work, N/n." Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.
M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam's accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.
(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)
M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him "Sammy?" He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. "Woah. Hi I'm Dean Rapunzel's older brother. You must be his roommate..." The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. "...I just love Scooby-Doo.~" Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. "Dean this N/n my boyfriend" A confused look crossed his face. "Where's Jess you girlfriend?" He asked. "She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in."
Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "You're way out of my brothers league." Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. "Why are you here Dean?" There was a pause of silence. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The blonde said before it was shot down. "Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. "I'll be right back." His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.
Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. "Fucking Winchester’s." He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. "If he goes I go." He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.
Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. "Sam what's going on?" M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. "Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn't bother to pick up." Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "You know what's Monday right?! You can't just not show up it's your dream on the line, Babe!" M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. "I know...you're right and I'll be back on Monday." We walked out of the building. "Promise to call me when you get there." The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. "I promise." With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. "I don't give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it's one am you idjit!" The familiar voice rung out. "Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby." M/n chuckled and the older man's breath caught in his throat. "Well I'll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?"
"Glad you didn't trash this number."
"What are you calling for boy its still 1am?" Bobby asked.
" I need to pick up my truck. I'm going hunting."
~~~~Time Skip~~~~
Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn't pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam's distressed voice. "M/n now is not a good time. I'm so cold hold me" A voice spoke over Sam's. "Who the hell was that?!" I heard a loud hissing noise. "Sam!" That's when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he'll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.
Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. "Hello, handsome. What's the rush?" Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man's eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. "You're the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he'll be home and dead by the time you arrive." M/n's breath caught in his throat. "Liar. I'm not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn't take a genius to see they weren't the only one's. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?" He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. "Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don't know, alive is getting in the way." The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man's chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. "But I'm a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can't be a protective boyfriend if your dead."
"What will happen to me if I agree?" That's when a sick smile pulled on his lips. "You become a demon. No a demon doesn't possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?" He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. "Deal." The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. "You are mine." He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number. It went to voice mail. "Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know...I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me...so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you."
Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn't even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. "Are you sure this is the place?" Sam asked his brother. "Dad said this was it. Load up." Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn't feel right.
Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. "You boys never questioned a thing didn't even hesitate to come inside!" He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. "This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!" Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. "Oh, honey bear! Come say hi." The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man's cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n's a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he's with enemy that took their dad's body as a meat suit.
"Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!" John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. "Oh the things he's done would make Lucifer blush." Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. "You're not useful to me dead Sammy boi." The demon circled him. "What's the best kind of torture, love?" M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. "Physiological." Sam didn't notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. "Where were Sammy?" A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. "I needed you!" A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. "You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!" The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.
Tears rolled down Sam's face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. "You are mine."
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A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries
Tagged: @spnquotebingo
First male reader it was fun.
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nakamoto-aesthetics · 3 years
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34+35 | mark lee
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synopsis: you gave mark a show (that’s it ;)
pairing: boyfriend!mark lee x female!reader
genre: VERY sexual
warning: oral sex! male receiving, gag reflex, daddy kink, a speck of degradation
word count: 2.7k
a/n: sorry i’ve been a little absent recently, i’ve been writing a whole bunch of fics to push out for you guys and i’m proud to say this is one of them!!! so without further ado, please enjoy :)
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“yooo this is my song” you shout, putting down the paper tower and walking over to the tv, turning the volume up.
your words brought attention to mark and he looked up from his place on the couch. ‘what the hell is she wearing?’ he thought. you had on a long silk, deep red robe paired with black diamond-encrusted heels. damn did you look good.
you held the remote and sang into it acting as if it were a microphone. you look at mark and cock your eyebrow, giving him a quick smile.
“babe are you about to serenade m-“
“you might think I’m crazy, the way I been craving, if I put quite plainly, just gimme them babies” you cut him off. you walk over to mark and kneel, placing yourself in between his thighs. you have marks full undivided attention right now, his phone was off and set beside him while his eyes were watching your every move and action.
“what are you doing?” mark breathily whispers. you ignore him and continue the song.
(I'm gonna skip through the lyrics so this doesn’t drag out)
“I don't wanna keep you up, but show me, can you keep it up? cause then I'll have to keep you up, shit, maybe I'ma keep you up, boy” your free hand travels up his left thigh; you can hear the way his breath hitches at your touch, already seeing the bulge begin to form. you hand reaches the end of his thigh and wraps around his hip, squeezing it slightly.
“babe” mark bites his lip while looking at you with lust-filled eyes.
“can you stay up all night? fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five” you look into his eyes repeating the words.
“oh yeah? come here then baby” he says in a low tone. it makes you look down almost immediately. you were caught off guard by the words. you wanted that so bad. mark notices this action and takes the chance to place his fingertips on your shoulder and trail it down your chest to your boobs.
they were peeking out from under the robe and mark couldn’t help but touch, he wanted to do more than touch but the show you were giving was too good to abruptly stop. you look up again and take his hand away, placing it in his lap and you continue to sing.
“you drink it just like water, you say it taste like candy”
“oh, it taste better than that” mark bites his lip, and the bulge jerks under his pants. you notice the sentence and jerk under his pants but continue as if nothing had happened, but secretly you had been throbbing since you started the song. mark was just that powerful.
you sing a few more lines until you get to the best part. you stand up and sit on his lap, your back was to his chest. you could feel his hard-on right beneath your butt, you had the magic touch. his dick was straining under his pants and you could feel that. you could feel the way it was throbbing erratically under you and you just knew he could feel the way you were throbbing too because his hands reached for your thighs and squeezed them but you pushed both of them off.
“baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it, I'm a leave it open like a door, come inside it,” you grind your hips into him, hearing him groan. he works his hips up into yours trying to get as much action as he could but you stop him by holding his hips down. you then spread your legs and grab marks hand, placing it on your chest and guiding him down your boobs and sides.
his hand then stops at the end of your stomach and you move it down to your thigh, gripping it. you didn’t even have to grip his hand, mark took it into his own hands and did it on his own. he was so desperate at this point; this showed in the way he touched and grabbed at you.
“even though I'm wifey you can hit it like a side chick, don't need no side dick, no” you lean back and sing into his ear lowly, emphasizing the first part; you were still holding the remote like it was a microphone. you look up at him, seeing only a little bit of his face since you were laying your head on his shoulder. you can't help but bring your finger up to his jaw and trace over it.
mark was so damn sexy. it was physically hard for you to sit near him and not touch him. you loved the curve and shape of his lips, looking at them way too often.
mark looked down at you, only seeing a little bit of your face. you could see more of his face when he turned, his cherry pink lips were the thing you saw the most. they were so tempting as if his lips were staring into your soul waiting for you to attach yours to them. mark leans down to kiss you but you can’t let that happen, not yet at least. you pull your head back and away from him, moving his hands and standing up. mark looks at you with a confused face.
“I know all your favorite spots, we can take it from the top, you're such a dream come true, make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh” you wink at him, smiling. his face breaks out a smile and he playfully rolls his eyes not being able to stay mad at you.
you put the remote down on the table and slip your robe off, under it you had on a black, laced, and see-through lingerie set. marks mouth dropped and his eyes widened. he was speechless, to say the least. you get into position nonetheless really about to give him a show.
“can you stay up all night? fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five” you move your body smoothly, rolling your hips and then dropping to a squat, you turn to the side and bounce looking at mark the whole time. he was so focused on you and your movements. his eyes trailed up and down your body multiple times. he couldn’t get enough of the sight.
you repeat the words and stretch your hand out to the floor and slide your body against it. mark bites his lips looking at your ass and position. he wanted to ram into you right about now. the tip of his dick had to be red with anger at this point from all the teasing and visuals.
“means I wanna 69 with ya” you wink at him. he clenched his jaw. you finish out by slowly rolling your hips against the floor and shaking your ass a little bit, teasingly. you stare back into marks dark eyes. you were for sure about to be in a world of trouble, not responding to him, teasing him, and then pushing his hands off. he let you slide because he wanted to see the rest of your show but once it was done…
the song came to a stop and you stood up, grabbing your robe and putting it on but not tying it. another song played but you didn’t know it so you went to the tv and turned it down some. when you turned around the dark eyes were staring back at you just as intense as before. you cocked an eyebrow at him and walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
mark clenches his jaw and gets up following after you. he was surprised by the sight, you were… cleaning. you picked up the paper towel once more and continued to wipe it down the counter. all dressed up to clean? mark couldn’t wrap his head around the concept. he looked down at your feet, cleaning in heels too? wtf?
“why are you cleaning in heels?” mark asked. he was curious, setting aside your little show from a few minutes.
“because it adds to the aesthetic” you walk over to the trash can and throw out the dirty piece of damp paper towel and walk over to the table, bending over it to grab something.
mark shakes his head and chuckles. “you're something else, you know that?” he notices the way your bent over the table and jumps at the opportunity.
he comes up behind you and rests his hands on your hips, pushing himself against you. “y/n” mark breathily whispers.
“yes, bub” you stand up not bothered by his movements.
“stop teasing me and give me what I want” he whines.
“mark im cleaning, I will later” you turn to face the front of him.
“no your gonna pay for what you just did now” he looks down at your outfit and before you know it your back is to the wall and his lips are on yours. the kiss is rough and fast but you don’t mind it. his lips travel to your neck and he rolls parts of your skin between his teeth.
“mark” you cry out.
“mm?”
“it feels so good” you close your eyes and but your lip.
mark doesn’t say anything and pulls away. you furrow your eyebrows and look at him.
“knees now” he commands and looks at you with dark eyes. you widen your eyes and sink to your knees almost immediately. he had you wrapped around his finger and that was obvious.
he unbuttons his pants and pulls his length out. unlike anything you had seen before his tip was bright red, frustrated from all the teasing. mark was above average, he wasn’t small but he wasn’t huge, he was just… right.
“suck” he taps the tip against your lips and your mouth expands almost immediately. you swirl your tongue around his tip and he slides it into your mouth. he groans and tries his hardest not to shove all of himself in your mouth.
you could feel him throbbing in your mouth as you bob your head up and down. he groans and holds the wall behind you.
“damn babe” he closes his eyes. he especially moans loudly when you deep throat him. you feel him shiver and his hand goes to your head. “just like that” he whispers and his eyes roll to the back of his head.
you look up at him through your eyelashes because you know that’s what sets him off. his head is thrown back along and his mouth is open, letting out a mix of moans and groans every two seconds. his sounds and noises were always so pretty to you.
his eyes open and he looks down at you, catching your eyes. his next thrust hits the back of your throat and you gag, retreating him out of your mouth. you cough, covering your mouth as your eyes begin to water.
“are you okay my love?” mark looks down at you with the most heartfelt eyes, leaning down to hold your face securely in his hands.
you nod and blink multiple times. “it’s fine” you grab his length and hold it up to your mouth, ready to take it once more.
“nope” he takes it from your grasp, tucking it back into his pants and pulling you up into his arms. “we're done for today let’s do something else” he kisses your forehead.
“mark you act as if I've never gagged on you before,” you say with a hoarse voice and chuckle.
“yeah but I feel like I'm hurting you every time” he pouts and runs his thumb across your lip. you shake your head and smile.
“no baby, I like gagging on you” mark widens his eyes at that.
“that’s some next-level kinky shit” he replies making you laugh. “hold up so… would you like it if I were to degrade you?”
“only during sex” you reply simply without hesitating. mark looks at you with an ‘I can’t believe you just said something like that’ face.
“what else don’t I know?”
“a lot of things. I just never bothered to tell you bc you already knew how to please me in different ways” you kiss his cheek. “like when your aggressive with me and your tone gets deeper.” you bite your lip and roll your eyes. “that drives me up the fucking wall.” he laughs at that.
“wait so I’m confused, do you want me to do those things?” he asks.
“if you want to, it doesn’t matter” you shrug and he shrugs along with you. it’s quiet for a few seconds. marks brain was trying to process all the information, while your brain was mentally laughing at his facial expressions.
“so do you wanna continue?” he smirks slightly.
“yes I do mark lee” you smirk back at him. “do you wanna continue?” you ask him teasingly, already knowing the answers.
“yes I do baby girl,” he grabs your hand turns you around so your back was against his chest. his hands reach down to your thighs and he grips them, making your breath hitch. “do you wanna suck me, or do you wanna be fucked?” his head digs into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. it made you shiver in his grip but he didn’t mind that so much that you could feel his lips form into a smirk.
“can’t decide so I want both” you lean into him, putting most of your weight on him.
“doesn’t work like that,” he says in a muffled tone, although you could still make out the words.
“it does in my book”
“nope one or the other”
“ why? that’s not fair” you protest.
“because… I get too sensitive” he says and you break out into an immediate smile.
“that’s why you rarely ever let me suck your dick and then fuck you right after” you think about all the times previous to this one. “that’s so cute aww” you turn into his arms so your face to face again and kiss his face. “my baby gets sensitive” your hands go to his waist and you grip it, making him jump in surprise.
“nope, stay in your place,” he takes your hands off of his waist and grabs your waist, pulling you flush against his body. the action made your stomach do flips, his hands were on your bare skin. “you’re the sub and I’m the dom, remember that” he says while hovering over your lips. your breath hitches as his hands glide down the side of your waist to your ass.
“mark” you moan softly.
“that’s not my name baby girl” he squeezes your ass tighter.
“daddy” you cry out, you could feel his bulge growing against you.
“that’s right babe. now, what other kinky things do you like?”
“i-i d-don’t k-know” you reply. his dick was poking at your black laced panties. it felt so good against your now erratically throbbing core. after a few seconds, you just couldn’t take it anymore, you begin to roll your hips slightly against him. you place your hands on his shoulders and press your body against his, you could feel his toned torso.
mark doesn’t say anything but instead, picks you up and takes you to the room. you hit his back very lightly in protest but he doesn’t respond to it. he puts you down on the bed and hovers over your body.
“you don’t know?”
“no” you shake your head and look up at him. he looked so sexy from this angle. you nearly combust at the sight of him all the time.
“how about I show you then,” he says lowly, looking at you with dark eyes.
“okay… daddy” you smirk and bite your lip.
mark leans up and bites his lip, looking at you all together. “you're so beautiful” mark mutters but you hear it. you immediately break out into a blush and smile softly.
“too bad I’m gonna have to ruin you tonight” his hand wraps around your throat, making your breath hitch.
“daddy” you whine out.
“you're my little slut now, you will obey me” his tone lowers and his grip on your neck gets tighter. your stomach did somersaults at his words. you could feel just how wet you were, you knew mark would call it out once he got to that point.
“yes daddy” you squeeze your eyes shut.
“good girl”
“now p-please fuck m-me” you bite your lip harshly and throw your head back when you feel his boner brush against your pussy.
“your wish is my command, baby girl”
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angellesword · 3 years
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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (06)
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Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?
Alternatively:
“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”
Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.
Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: mention of sexist behavior, (old men being trash) forced marriage.
SERIES: CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 7
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Jungkook never imagined that he would be spending his Monday with a bunch of men he didn't like.
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this..." Taemin smiled apologetically at Jungkook, but he didn't seem apologetic at all. It was as though your father planned all of this to happen.
Taemin didn't even ask Jungkook if he wanted to be a part of this. The head architect was actually surprised when right after he dropped you off to work this morning, he was escorted by Taemin's bodyguards to the parking lot, saying that your father needed to talk to him.
"No worries, as long as I'm still getting paid today. My hourly rate is not a joke, you know..."
Taemin laughed. This time his smile didn't seem fake, like he truly appreciated Jungkook's assurance.
"I can double your pay today. It's Monday after all."
Jungkook nodded because he was pleased. The double pay was just a bonus. The fact that he got to spend the day away from the construction site was already a breath of relief.
Mondays were the busiest time of the week for Jungkook. This was why he didn't understand why Taemin and some shareholders of Castle decided to play golf today.
They just mingled at the party last Saturday. Wasn't it enough? What more did they need to talk about?
"Architect Jeon! Come play with us!" When one of the shareholders called Jungkook's attention, he realized that the party was indeed not enough time to talk about business.
This was an extension of that party. Jungkook just wasn't sure why he was suddenly included. Was it because he got to talk to Mr. Wang last week? The latter was a prospective investor after all.
Maybe these men wanted to know what Jungkook thought about Mr. Wang. Admittedly, he was the only one who got to talk to the older man. Mr. Wang was hard to read. They were surprised that he spared the head architect some time.
Perhaps this wasn't about Mr. Wang at all. Maybe Taemin and the shareholders just wanted to know Jungkook's secret and charm.
"Be right there," Jungkook nodded at them before turning to look at Taemin.
"Let's join them?"
Your father nodded as well, standing up and grabbing his golf club.
Jungkook enjoyed golf. He was a decent player. He was told that this game somehow revealed the personality of a businessperson. He usually met with different clients so he figured that it's best if he could at least get an idea how people in this industry acted.
This was Jungkook's first time to play golf with Taemin and the shareholders though. He normally played this with his business clients.
"Congratulations again for closing that deal with Mrs. Lee, Architect Jeon..." Shareholder Kang said while scanning the course map.
"Ah," Jungkook momentarily stopped setting up his swing upon hearing that. He stood up straight, scratching the back of his head while smiling awkwardly at the older man.
"Thanks, but it won't be possible without Architect Soojin. It's her team's idea after all..."
Mr. Kang snickered, causing Jungkook to raise his brow.
"Why? Did I say something funny?"
"Not really." Mr. Yoo was the one who answered Jungkook's question. "But we feel like you are the sole reason why Mrs. Lee accepted the proposal."
The other shareholders hummed in agreement, smiling. Jungkook did not find this amusing though. In fact, Mr. Yoo's take only caused your best friend to raise his brow even higher.
"I don't understand. It is not my idea. I'm barely assisting Architect Kim and her team."
Jungkook's tone was edgy. He wanted these men to realize that their belief was bull. However they continued to justify that they were right and he was wrong.
"You're too humble for your own good, head architect." Mr. Song teased, knees slightly bended as he leaned forward at his hips.
"Ms. Kim Soojin's idea is..." He paused to look for the best way to describe the project.
"Unrealistic, unconvincing, shallow." Mr. Lim supplied.
Mr. Han laughed mockingly.
"In short, her idea is lame."
"Exactly. It's better to file for bankruptcy if all the architects in Castle are like that." Mr. Yoo playfully swung the gold club, waiting for his turn.
Shareholder Song was taking so long in hitting the ball.
"I mean, come on!" Mr. Kang groaned. "A luxury spa? Who wants that when there are saunas everywhere? Hell, I'm a millionaire but I'll choose a public bathhouse. It's cheaper."
Mr. Han shrugged off.
"Me too. I'm just glad you're part of the project, Architect Jeon. You can fix Ms. Kim's lapses."
Mr. Lim agreed.
"It's also a good thing that Mrs. Lee is stupid enough to agree with the proposal. Ah, women..." He shook his head. "They have big ass and tits but they lack this!"
The men cackled when Mr. Lim pointed at his brain, implying that women had small brains.
Jungkook was starting to think that the double pay wasn't worth it if it meant he had to spend time with these imbeciles. Would it even be enough to cover the medical expenses he would incur if he beat the shit out of them?
"That true! Have you seen Ms. Kim's ass? Taemin!" Mr. Song turned to look at Soojin's father.
"I just have to say this, man. Your daughter is so sexy, especially when she's wearing those tight skirts. Damn!" Mr. Song continued, twisting his shoulder to bring the club all the way up. "Tell her I'm willing to buy all skirts for her—"
Jungkook couldn't take it anymore.
"Shut your mouth." He barked at Mr. Song, but his eyes were focused on Taemin, wondering why he was quiet when his own daughter was being treated like shit.
Jungkook thought that his threat was taken seriously by them. They actually stopped laughing, some of them even cleared their throat like they regretted opening their mouth in the first place.
Mr. Song didn't say anything for a while either. He just swung his golf club, finally hitting the ball.
It went straight to the hole.
The men cheered, but Mr. Song wasn't smiling, just glaring daggers at Jungkook. The latter didn't feel intimidated at all.
If Soojin's father wouldn't do right by her, then Jungkook would. He couldn't just stand here and let this sexist piece of shit blabber.
"What?" Jungkook squared his jaw, inhaling. Mr. Song was standing too close to him, almost hitting his chest.
Mr. Song's jaw clenched. Jungkook readied himself to throw a punch, but he was surprised when the older man chuckled loudly.
"Good, good, little Jeon!" He patted Jungkook's shoulders, the smile on his lips was still apparent.
"You know how to defend your woman, huh?"
Jungkook parted his mouth to speak. He wanted to tell Mr. Song that Soojin wasn't his woman. She was her own person. He also wanted to say that he would defend any woman who was being harassed by someone like him.
He wasn't able to do it though. Mr. Song cut him off.
"See, this is the attitude of a true king." He patted Jungkook's shoulder again before turning to Soojin's father.
"Am I right, Taemin? Architect Jeon is fit to be the next chairman of Castle..."
"Yes." Taemin smiled tightly. The other men approved, saying that Jungkook had their votes when it was time to elect for the next chairman. Kim Taemin wasn't getting any younger. Sooner or later, he had to give up his position.
"Architect Jeon will surely be my successor."
"Sir." Jungkook said pointedly, flickering his irises at Taemin. What the fuck was he talking about? He was not the successor. It was Soojin.
"Oh, look at the time!" Taemin beamed, glancing at his Rolex and purposely ignoring his adopted son. "It's getting late, isn't it? Shall we have lunch together?"
"Ah, right." Mr. Lee caressed his stomach. "Diabetic men are not allowed to skip meals."
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Lunch with Taemin and the shareholders was torture. Jungkook didn't know how many times he had to stop himself from punching these men.
Seriously. He couldn't count how many times they talked shit about women and people who weren't as wealthy as them.
They also complained about literally everything. Mr. Yoo smacked the head of one of the waiters for getting his order wrong.
"I said I want a well done steak! Not this garbage!" Mr. Yoo stabbed the medium well steak with a fork, causing the poor waiter to flinch.
"Ah. We should've eaten at home! You dogs should try my wife's steak. Hell, she's really perfect in my kitchen."
Jungkook wanted to say something, but Taemin subtly shook his head, silently telling the younger that it's not worth it.
But it is. Jungkook was dying to say. Keeping quiet implied that he was okay with this even when he was not.
"Let it go. We'll talk about it later." Taemin assured Jungkook when the latter looked like he was on the verge of walking away.
This was the longest hours of his life. He couldn't stand up, couldn't take a break from listening to them. These men took their time, just mocking people while drinking coffee and blowing cigarette smoke.
Jungkook stole a glance at his wrist watch. It was already 4:42pm. Shit. He was supposed to pick you up at five o'clock. Guess he should just rain check on that dinner date he promised you tonight, huh?
He was about to send you a text message when he realized that he left his phone inside his car, his car that was in the parking lot of Castle. Damn it.
Jungkook wished he could just head home and kiss you, however it wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"Where are we going?" He asked Taemin who took a left turn, direction away from the office.
The shareholders called it a day, saying they had to head home and sleep.
"You'll see," Taemin didn't reveal much, causing Jungkook to get more annoyed.
"No. Tell me." He was having none of it. Jungkook was exhausted. He didn't understand why Taemin had to drive and send his bodyguards home.
The older man didn't like talking when he was driving, saying he had to 'focus," because safety was their first priority.
Jungkook was pretty sure this was only an excuse. Perhaps Taemin didn't know how to explain his behavior when he was with the shareholders. He probably knew that he sucked for not defending Soojin and for lying about Jungkook being his successor.
"I'll tell you when we get there."
For the nth time, Jungkook wasn't able to do anything. He gave up. There was no point in arguing with Taemin because he would only be met with silence or dismissal.
Fortunately Jungkook and Taemin arrived at their destination before the former lost his patience.
The drive wasn't long, distance-wise, but the traffic jam in Seoul was getting worse.
"We're here." Taemin announced, stopping the car right in front of the columbarium where the urn of Jungkook's father was stored.
Jungkook's creased his forehead
"Why are we here?"
"I miss him." Taemin simply shrugged, getting out of the car and heading straight to the building.
Jungkook followed him. He visited his father as often as he could. He was sure the flowers he brought not more than a week ago hadn't wilted yet. Still, he felt bad that he came here today empty handed.
Taemin brought a flower though. It was a piece of orange geiger that he probably plucked at the golf course.
The flora was already crushed because Taemin kept it in the pocket of his slacks. It didn't stop him from putting it right beside Jong-in's urn.
"He hates the color orange." Jungkook reminded, snorting as he stared at the polaroid film placed against the urn.
It was a picture of him and Jong-in when he won first place in Taekwondo. He was only ten years old that time. You were the one who took the photograph, supporting him all the way.
"He hates cowards too." Jungkook added.
"I know, me too..." Taemin was also staring at the photograph. "That's why I hate myself."
Jungkook balled his hand into a fist.
"Then why be one?" He almost snarled at your father. "Why did you let those men say those...stupid things to Soojin? Why let them get away with it?"
Jungkook was fuming. The frustration he felt was too much that he couldn't hide it anymore. Tears brimmed his eyes.
It pained him to hear them talk about Soojin like that. He didn't love her in a romantic way, but she was his family. He treated Soojin like his little sister.
"Your father..." Taemin spoke after a short while. He still couldn't face Jungkook.
"Your father loved Castle. He poured his time and energy in the company. I am aware that you know this too. You sometimes joked about it, right? You asked him if he loved Castle more than he loved you..." Taemin smiled.
Jungkook couldn't help it. He giggled as well. Yeah. Those were the good old days. Jungkook could never forget the face his father would make whenever he asked that question.
"When he was still alive, he would always say that he wants me to take good care of you and the company if ever something happens to him."
Jungkook's smile immediately turned into a scowl. It had been many years since his father passed away, yet this was still a sore topic for him.
"That's what I'm doing right now, Jungkook-ah. Those filthy men are the lifeblood of our company. We have to be careful around them."
Jungkook shook his head.
"Does that mean we have to keep silent even if what they're doing is wrong?"
"Yes." Taemin didn't even bat an eyelash. Those men had big shares in the company, they were part of the board of directors too.
"Business is a game. You can't win if you don't have resources. Better build an army rather than collecting enemies."
"What's the point of building an army if they can't respect you?" Jungkook scoffed.
"People will only respect you if you don't go against them. You will never be respected if you don't have power." Taemin retorted. "So stay in power, Architect Jeon. That's when you'll be able to really control people."
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Jungkook attempted to ponder about what Taemin told him. The older man was his mentor for years. Admittedly, he had learned a lot from Taemin. What happened today was probably the only lesson he didn't like and understand.
"Can you drop me off at the office, uncle? I left my car there..." Jungkook blurted out, heart beating fast upon realizing that he hadn't called you all day.
It was already 6:22pm. Did you wait for him? Did you call him? Were you mad? God. You're probably pissed at him.
"I'll ask my secretary to take care of it. We need to go home. Family dinner. Everyone's waiting for us."
"Everyone?" Jungkook hiccupped. Did it mean that you would be there too?
"Yes. My children and my wife. All of us."
Jungkook simply nodded, choosing to conserve his energy because he knew he still needed to apologize to you. Maybe this would also be the perfect opportunity to finally tell Soojin what he felt for her.
They arrived at the mansion at exactly seven pm. The house was usually quiet, but tonight was different.
Everyone seemed to be in a hurry, causing Jungkook to think if he had missed something. Was today someone's birthday?
"Are we celebrating something?" This was what Jungkook said the moment he took a step inside the dining area.
There was a feast.
Taemin was right. Every member of the family was present. Jungkook's eyes shifted to you, like it was natural for him to find you whenever, wherever.
You were not looking at him though. Your eyes were trained on your empty plate.
"Are you kidding me, Jungkook? It's your engagement—" Taehyung who was seated on your right, tried to speak, however he was cut off by Sin-ae.
"You two are right on time! Come! Sit!" Sin-ae grinned nervously, helping to remove her husband's coat.
Soojin tried to do the same with Jungkook.
"I got it..." Jungkook stopped Soojin from latching on his arm, his eyes were still focused on you.
He wanted to ask if you were alright. You seemed down and you hadn't spared him a single glance.
"Sit beside me, JK," Soojin still managed to hold onto his biceps, pulling him to sit right across from you.
"What are we celebrating again?" Jungkook was talking to Taehyung but his gaze was still on you.
Your youngest brother turned to Jungkook, a playful smirk was plastered on his lips. He looked amused.
"Why don't you ask my lovely sister Soojin?" Taehyung was munching a piece of pickled radish. "Or my mom? I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you since it looks like you don't have any idea what's happening..."
"Let's just enjoy our food first, shall we, huh, Kim Taehyung?" Sin-ae gritted her teeth, giving her youngest son a pointed look.
Jungkook shrugged. He wasn't that interested anyway. He only went here because you were here. He wanted to apologize to you.
It was clear to him now that you were pissed. You liked shrimps, but hated peeling them so he did it for you. Using his chopsticks, he picked up the two shrimps and transferred it to your plate.
Instead of thanking him or smiling at him, you just pushed the seafood to the corner of your plate, like you didn't want to eat them.
"You're awfully sweet to her, aren't you, JK?" Namjoon who was sitting on your left, voiced out, noticing how Jungkook treated you.
Your flinched, heart skipping a beat.
"You just gave her shrimps." Namjoon said again when Jungkook just creased his forehead.
"Ah. She likes shrimps." He shrugged, failing to notice that the act was a big deal. He had done this many times already. Jungkook always peeled shrimps for you ever since you two were kids.
"Careful there. Soojin might get jealous."
"Why would you get jealous?" Jungkook asked your sister directly. "We're not dating."
Seokjin and Taehyung choked. Namjoon dropped his fork. Sin-ae was flustered while both Soojin and his father sighed: the former in exasperation while the latter did it in exhaustion.
You remained silent despite the fact that everyone seemed surprised because of what Jungkook said.
"What?" The head architect raised a brow, confused. "You're all acting weird."
Except you, but Jungkook already knew you were damn good at hiding your emotions.
No one was aware that you were shocked and confused too. Why was Jungkook acting like he had no idea what was happening?
Could it be because....it's the truth? Was he really clueless?
Your assumption was confirmed when Taemin awkwardly cleared his throat, shifting his attention to your best friend.
"Remember when I told you earlier that you're going to be my successor?"
Jungkook raised his head slightly.
"Well...it's the truth. You're going to be the chairman of Castle after marrying my daughter—" Taemin gulped. "—Soojin."
"No." Jungkook stated, so fast he didn't even blink.
"Jungkook—"
"I said no." Jungkook's voice was full of authority, his eyes were dark, jaw and fist clenching.
"But we have already announced it publicly." Sin-ae mumbled. She didn't realize that Jungkook would react this way. He was always so kind, sweet, and level headed.
He was different tonight. Truthfully, he looked terrifying as he glowered at Taemin.
"I get it now," Jungkook cackled, wetting his lower lip. "Meeting with the shareholders and bringing me to the columbarium? These were all part of your plan."
Huh. He was so stupid to fall for your father's trap. Taemin didn't give two shits about his 'promise' to Jong-in. He was only doing all of this for his own interest.
"You need me to marry Soojin because it's what the shareholders want, right?"
Taemin didn't deny Jungkook's accusation.
"They will withdraw their shares in the company if Soojin becomes the chairperson. They want a man to be in power, Jeon."
"Then let them go. It's their loss."
"You know very well that it's not. Our empire will fall without them."
"Then let the empire fall." Jungkook threw the napkin on his plate. He was done. He lost his appetite. "I don't care. I'm not marrying Soojin."
He said it with finality that Soojin couldn't help but gasp.
"Yah, Jeon Jungkook!" Her fist landed on top of the table. "Does the idea of marrying me so bad that you're willing to let our company fall, huh?"
"Yes." Jungkook didn't hesitate. "It's bad because I don't love you like that, Soojin. I can't love you the way you want me to."
"Nobody said you two need to love each other." Seokjin took part in the conversation. He only said this because he and his wife didn't marry for love. It was for business too.
"Then why get married? I don't believe in marriage for convenience. I will only do it for love." Jungkook switched his gaze at you the moment he said the word 'love'
He was surprised to see you already staring at him. You looked away when he caught you though.
"So sappy, JK." Taehyung teased. "Why? Do you love someone else?"
"I do." Jungkook was very honest and it was starting to annoy you. You wondered if he ever processed his thoughts first. It looked like he just kept saying things that entered his mind.
"Who is she?" Soojin demanded. She wanted to scream.
Jungkook looked like he was about to say something without thinking again, but before he could do that, you interfered.
"Oh no!" Your eyes dilated, elbowing the glass of champagne and letting the sticky drink stained your dress.
"Oh, for God's sake!" Sin-ae rolled her eyes, snapping at you. "You're so clumsy! You're ruining our night!"
"Eomma..." Taehyung warned. He was about to grab a napkin so he could hand it to you, but Jungkook was already on his feet, going near you.
"Are you okay?" He leaned closer to you, dabbing the napkin onto your dress.
You took advantage of his close proximity.
"Don't say anything about us. Please." You whispered and then you slightly pushed him away.
"I'm okay. Thanks, Jungkook." You stood up quickly, almost stumbling in doing so. Fortunately your best friend managed to grab your wrist.
"Careful..." He said softly, hands grabbing your waist.
You pushed him away again, trembling.
"I-I'll just change." You didn't wait for their approval.
You just left with your heart still beating fast.
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"....So I Married A Monster" *Chapter 8*
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Chapter 9
OHEMGEEEEE!!! A new chapter!
I appreciate the patience this week/last week guys, It's certainly been-- challenging. And it's not over yet, but I did want to get you a chapter since you all have been so understanding and lovely.
That being said I really am here just to break your heart with some good ol' angsty angst. MWAHAHAHHAAHA.
Enjoy.
I may try and put out another chapter tonight, but we will only be getting to 10 with this one I'm 90% sure so I want them to be good chapters.
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“Sir, I’m going to need you to calm down,” An officer told him.
“No!” William screamed. “That man kidnapped my wife--”
“She’s NOT your wife!” Rafael cut him off. “You can verify that, she’s his ex-wife,”
“How ‘bout I verify my foot up your ass, dickhead?!” Lewis screamed.
“Lovely, Lewis,” Rafael rolled his eyes with a sarcastic laugh.
“You son of a--” Lewis lunged for Rafael but an officer held him back.
“BOTH OF YOU, GET OUT,” The nurse escorted the two men to the waiting room. “Family only!”
“But she’s my--”
“EX” Rafael finished. “And I’m her--”
“BOYFRIEND,” Lewis snarled. “Not HUSBAND,”
“I’m more concerned about the you're blood covered in, Mr.--” A female officer interjected.
“Barba,” Rafael finished.
“It’s my wi--” Lewis started, but saw Rafael’s eyes glaring at him. “Y/N’s blood, my ex wife,”
“And exactly why are you covered in her blood Mr. Barba?” The officer continued to question him.
“Because I--” He began to explain how he had rescued you from that monster.
“BECAUSE HE RAPED HER!!” Lewis screamed again.
“Alright, Mr.--”
“Loomis,” William stuck out his hand. “Billy Loomis,”
“That is BULLSHIT,” Rafael snapped. “His name is William Lewis, look him up,”
“Alright, you come with me, you go with Cooper,” The woman officer instructed her partner to take Lewis the opposite direction.
“Fine with me,” Rafael grumbled as the other cop dragged Lewis away.
“Alright so why don’t you start from the beginning, Mr. Barba,” She pulled out an iPad from her back holster.
“....How far do you mean, officer?” Rafael asked as they sat down in two waiting room chairs.
“Why don’t you call me Sherrie,” She softened her tone with a small smile. Ah, so she was going to play good cop with him.
“How far do you think will help me understand this?” She continued.
“Well,” Rafael rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s complicated,”
“....How so?” Sherrie raised an eyebrow. She had that look on her face; the same one Olivia got when she didn’t believe a word a perp was saying. Great.
“Well first of all, that man is not who he says he is,” He pointed towards where Lewis had been taken. “His name is William Lewis, and he is a wanted rapist and murderer in several states, including New York,”
“Ah, New York,” Sherrie nodded. “Is that where you're from?”
“Uh, yes, New York City in fact,” Rafael clarified. Why did she say it like that? She used a tone that he should be using. That disdain, that condescending tone. That just pissed Rafael off even more.
“I see,” Sherrie nodded as she jotted down things on her iPad.
“Look just because I’m from New York and you people--”
“Us people?” Sherrie gave him a glare.
“...You all,” Rafael changed his tune. “Think ‘down’ of us New Yorkers--”
“Oh I believe it’s the other way around, Mr. Barba,” Sherrie scowled. Well, she did have a point.
“....Lewis lives there too,”
“Really?” Sherie raised an eyebrow. “Because I just searched his name in our database and Mr. LOOMIS is a non-offender, born and bred New Jersian.
“That is a load of shit!” Rafael stood up. “I am telling you, he is a psychopath. He has several identities across the god damn country, and he’s--”
“Not on trial here, Mr. Barba,” Sherrie finished.
“And I am?” Rafael scoffed.
“We’ll see,” She gave him a look.
“Por el amor de Dios....” Rafael muttered, along with a few other obscenities in spanish. “Look just call the NYPD. Talk to Sergeant Benson of the SVU Unit” Rafael instructed her.
“SVU hmm?” Sherrie raised an eyebrow as she typed.
“Yes!” Rafael cried. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you! I am the Assistant District Attorney of New York City! I would never, ever hurt anyone. Especially not Y/N. I love her,”
“Right,” Sherrie nodded. “Alright well I’ll call her after we’re done here, okay?”
“Sure you will,” Rafael muttered with a roll of his eyes.
“Do you really wanna start an attitude with me, Mr. Barba?”
“Rafael,” He exhaled. “My name is Rafael,” The more she used ‘Mr. Barba’ the more he felt he actually was on trial. “And I’m sorry, I just-- I’m scared,”
“For you or for her?” Sherrie questioned.
“For her!” Rafael got excited again. “Lewis raped her and tore her rectum, then went and took a shower after haphazardly bandaging her, like it was no big fucking deal!”
“And you know this, how?” She asked in a suspicious manner.
“Because she called me,” He continued. “She called me earlier and told me he had her hostage,”
“He was holding her hostage?” Sherrie continued to use a suspicious tone.
“Yes! And I can prove it!” Rafael suddenly remembered the picture Lewis had so cockily sent him.
The one of him holding a gun pressed to your back. The image would haunt him forever. He went to get his phone, but it wasn’t in his pocket. Shit, it must still be in the car. He had hastily dropped it as soon as he told you he was coming in to get you.
“Shit,” He muttered.
“Is there a problem?” Sherrie asked.
“I have a photo on my phone, but I must have left it in my car,”
“Conveniently,” She nodded.
“NO!” Rafael stomped his foot. “Look if you’ll just let me go get it--”
“Right,” Sherrie scoffed sarcastically with a laugh. “Let me just let you ‘run out to your car’,”
“You can follow me, escort me, whatever,” He huffed. “I have nothing to hide,”
“Alright then,” Sherrie followed Rafael outside the hospital doors, but his car wasn’t there.
“Shit,” He muttered. “They must have towed it because I just parked in the ambulance bay and got Y/N help,”
“Oh, mmhmm, I’m sure that must be what happened,” She rolled her eyes.
“This is insane,” Rafael half laughed at the absurdity of the situation. He felt like he was in an episode of the Twilight Zone. He was being treated like a convict while Lewis was the golden boy of Jersey. This was a nightmare.
“Can we just--” Rafael ran his hands through his hair, trying to think of something, anything that would clear his name.
“Can you just call the NYPD, please?” He begged Sherrie. “I swear to you, Olivia Benson will clear my name and tell you all about William Lewis,”
Sherrie looked at him for a long moment, debating whether to cut him some slack. On the one hand, he was covered in your blood, and had brought you in. Also, he was from New York City, so God knows how slick he was. On the other hand, he did look genuinely scared and pitiful, and if he had the balls to ask her to actually call the NYPD, maybe he was telling the truth.
“Alright Rafael, I’ll humor you,” She finally nodded, typing NYPD into Google. She got the number and began dialing it, waiting for someone to answer.
“Hi, yes this is Officer Reagan of the Jersey PD-- Is there an Olivia Benson there?” Sherrie asked as she gave Rafael a side eye. There was silence for a moment, then she began to speak.
“Hi yes, Sergeant Benson. This is-- Right. Do you know Rafael Barba?”
“Mmmhmm, well he’s here at Jersey County Hospital having brought in a woman who had clearly been assaulted, and he--” Sherrie stopped as Olivia began speaking very fast and loudly.
“Look ma’am there’s no reason to-- Yes her husband-- alright her ex husband, Billy Loomis-- Alright allegedly this ‘William Lewis’. Whoa there ma’am-- Sergeant, there’s no need to get hysterical,” Rafael chuckled to himself as he watched Sherrie get chewed out by Olivia.
“...Well yes he is here, but I really don’t feel comfortable having you take him into custody, Sergeant. This isn’t your jurisdiction, so I’m sorry but you have no claim on Billy, or William, or whoever,” Sherrie was getting fed up with Olivia’s attitude.
“Uh yes, that is so, sergeant. If you’d like to take it up with my sergeant, feel free to come down here and-- well fine! Good, we’ll be here. No I will not be letting Mr. Barba go, he’s still a-- you know what, I’m sick of this. You wanna come down here and raise a fit for your man here, go right ahead,” Sherrie hung up the phone and looked at a now smirking Rafael.
“I told you,” He smirked.
“Yeah well you’re not going anywhere until this ‘Olivia Benson’ gets here. Which I assume will be pretty soon,”
“Your assumption is spot on,” Rafael chuckled to himself. If there was one thing he could count on, Olivia would come running to his defense at the drop of a hat.
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“Look I’m telling you, that man abducted my ex wife in the middle of the night and raped her,” Lewis was scrambling.
“And how do you know this, Mr. Loomis?” Officer Cooper asked.
“Because I was there,” He explained.
“And why were you at your ex-wife’s house?” Cooper asked skeptically.
“We--” William was thinking on the fly.
He was still fuming from the balls on Barba trying to rescue you, and agitated that he got the male cop who wasn’t so easily manipulated as a woman would’ve been.
“We were reconciling,” He lied.
“Reconciling?” The officer raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“I told her earlier today that I had made a mistake leaving her and my family, and that I wanted to come back home,” He explained. “And then I offered to pick up our girls from school and meet her at home, while she broke it off with that bastard,”
“Broke it off?” The officer questioned him. “So they are in a relationship?”
“...Yeah,” He muttered.
“So how exactly did her boyfriend kidnap her, if she went to him willingly?”
“....He got pissed when she tried to break it off,” Lewis was spinning a thread of lies now. “He called me and told me that if he couldn’t have her, nobody could,”
“I see,” Cooper nodded, typing on his iPad
“So when she came home to me and the girls, he followed her. We didn’t know until he broke in and kidnapped Y/N,” Lewis now focused on keeping his ‘concerned husband’ act. He was pretty sure he had a good story going.
“Mmm hmm,” The officer nodded as he continued typing. He wasn’t even acknowledging him; that was making Lewis’s blood boil. He liked being in control; he hated being ignored.
“Look can I check on my wife, please?” He tried going for the sympathy card again, knowing he wasn’t getting anywhere with this guy.
“Legally she’s not your wife anymore, Mr. Loomis,” The officer finally looked up to Lewis once more. “So technically you have no legal right to see her right now, as you’re not her current family,”
“I AM HER FAMILY GOD DAMMIT!!!” Lewis screamed, losing his cool. He quickly panicked and dialed it back. “I mean, she’s always going to be my family. Her and my precious girls,”
“....Right,” The officer nodded, not amused by his little temper tantrum. He had seen guys like this before; controlling, hot tempered husbands. He had grown up with a man just like that; it was one of the reasons he became a cop.
“And where exactly are your ‘precious girls’, Mr. Loomis?” He added. Guys like these, they lost their heads when they felt cornered. Lewis probably hadn’t even remembered they existed.
“...They’re at home, asleep,” He said softly.
“Alone?” Cooper raised an eyebrow.
“We live like two blocks from here officer,” Lewis lied again, having indeed forgotten about the girls. “I didn’t want to scare them, they’re asleep in their comfy beds, totally oblivious to this nightmare,”
“And exactly how old are they?” Cooper gave him a look.
“...Old enough to be alone for a bit,” Lewis shrugged, hoping he’d take that as an answer.
“Well, at the risk of ‘worrying’ them, I think I’d better send an officer over there to check on them, don’t you think?” The officer asked in a accusatory tone.
Lewis really did want that, he was actually starting to worry about them. He actually had told Maggie that you felt sick and were in your room, and he was going out to get you medicine. But this guy was already clearly skeptical. If he told this officer where you actually lived, he was going to accuse him of child endangerment.
“...Mr. Loomis?” The officer called to him, but he was busy plotting an escape route.
Lewis glanced around the room, gauging how many people were in the vicinity. It was a bunch of pathetic patients with random injuries and illness’s waiting on a doctor, some ER nurses, a receptionist, the two cops, and him and Barba. Then he glanced at the gun in the officer’s holster, a plan formulating in his head. He wanted you all to himself, that was for sure. But you and your fucking white knight might have just outsmarted him for that to happen. Unless... the line you had said earlier about the girls being leverage. He hated the idea of exploiting the girls like that, but he was not going back to prison, and he was not losing those girls.
“Mr. Loomis!” The officer repeated in a louder, angrier tone. Lewis finally looked at him with a very sinister smile, eerily calm.
“...Ah officer, maybe you should take care of that first,” Lewis pointed to something behind him. As soon as the officer turned to see what he was talking about, Lewis yanked the gun from his holster and fired two shots into his head.
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Across the room, Rafael and Officer Sherrie immediately flinched and ducked at the sound of the loud bang from the gun. People began screaming and running around in panic, most of them heading out the front doors of the hospital. Rafael’s eyes widened in horror as he realized Lewis had gotten a gun and had just murdered an officer. He turned to Officer Reagan who looked at him in shock, and a bit in remorse. She knew she had gotten the situation wrong, and now her partner had paid the ultimate price for it.
“Lewis, look just calm down--” Rafael tried to reason with Lewis, but the manic look in his eyes showed him he wasn’t going to get anywhere.
“Why don’t YOU calm down, counselor?” Lewis smirked as he raised the gun to Rafael. If there was one sure fire way to ultimately punish you for trying to run off with the do gooder, it would be getting rid of him altogether.
“No, Lewis don’t--” Rafael barely got out a plea for his life before Lewis had shot a bullet into his chest. More people screamed, and Officer Reagan rushed to help him.
Lewis took this opportune moment to run out of the hospital. He sprinted into the parking lot and picked the first car he saw to break into and hotwire, speeding out of the parking lot back to your place. He had to get the girls before cops found out where you lived. He’d figure out where to go from there.
From inside an examination room, you had started to come to as the IV bags of blood began to fill your system back up. You had barely had a chance to sit up before you heard the first shot go off. You immediately knew it was Billy, he had found you. You saw the doctor and nurses that were in the room with you slam the door shut to keep you all safe from Billy. You could see through a window into the lobby just enough to see Rafael with his hands up, before Billy put a bullet in him. You watched in horror as Rafael slumped to the ground, and a woman officer rushing to help him.
“NO!!!!!!” You screamed, trying desperately to get off the table.
The doctor and nurses held you down and slapped hands over your mouth to keep you quiet, terrified Lewis would come in there next. But to their relief he dashed out the door, and the hands were removed from your mouth. However they kept you pinned down so that you wouldn’t pull your IV’s out, inadvertently letting blood gush out all over the patient room.
You watched helplessly as nurses swarmed Rafael and rushed him off to another part of the hospital altogether.
What kind of nightmare had you woken up to?
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Daredevil, Crackfic challenge.
@call-me-sammy @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @whumpdoyoumean
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Matthew Murdock was walking silently, focusing hard on his -available- senses to find what he was looking for.
Unfortunately, the solo vigilante couldn't seem to find it and, thus, turned to the next aisle.
As it turns out, enhanced hearing and physical abilities are not exactly suited for looking through an Aldi for clothes.
Matt passed quickly through the current aisle he was in -as all he could smell was soup- and turned to the next with the hope of finally finding the shirts he was looking for.
Why do they always change the layout of this place? He thought, annoyed.
At long last, Matt picked up the scent of new clothes, freshly out of whatever garage they were kept in before being put on the shelves.
Slowly and meticulously, he felt the cloths to check the material.
He would have to ask an employee about the colour of the shirts he was picking since he didn't want a repeat of that time; Foggy still cried with laughter when remembering that incident.
Matt held out his white cane in one hand and a shirt in the other and set to find any employee to help him.
Thankfully, he didn't have to look far as one rushed to him, immediately asking if he wanted help.
"Yes, could you tell me what colour these shirts are?" He asked, presenting the clothe to the worker.
"White." The employee said with a little too much excitement.
First day, Matt thought and asked for the size of it.
The shirt in his hand was in his size, luckily, and he went back with the same employee to get more of them.
Lord knows how easily they get dirty, so it made sense for the lawyer to buy them in bulk.
"Would that be all, sir?" The employee asked, basically balancing on the balls of their feet, in his hands were five shirts that they insisted on carrying.
Matt thought for only a second before he decided to ask about what kind of clothe detergent would be appropriate for hard stains.
The employee lead him through the building and into an aisle that had a suspicious lack of the usual scent of chemical cleaning products.
"These do wonders for all kind of stains and odors!" The worker said as Matt stood there, very much unable to see whatever 'these' were.
"Oh, shit!" Matt heard being whispered and next thing he knew there were small, odd textured balls in his fist and a slight scent of vinegar wafted in front of him.
"Throw these in with the clothes and they'll be just like new!" Matt could practically hear the worker's excited smile, just like a salesman he had seen on television one late night when his father hadn't yet returned from the ring.
Matt put on his best smile and thanked the employee before he was lead -more unwilling than not- to the checkout after saying that he didn't need anything else when he was asked.
It didn't take long for the cashier to scan his items and soon, the lawyer was on his way to his apartment to drop his things off before heading to work.
It was still early enough that he didn’t have to run but Matt didn't want to dawdle for long.
After all, he had customers waiting for him.
Unfortunately, it was while thinking of one customer that he missteped, tripping over the little crack on the pavement and falling onto the ground.
As both his hands were currently occupied, Matt didn't have a way to break his fall, unless he wasn't against using the perfectly placed trash bin beside him.
Well, he was, and thus opted to fall to the ground.
And, this being New York, the ground was the worst choice that won you four different kinds of tetanus and more importantly, dirt. So much dirt.
So, it wasn't surprising when Matt's perfectly clean-and-ready-for-lawyering shirt went from white to a nice brown-gray almost immediately.
Instantly, the people on the sidewalk on his side came to a stop, looking at the downed blind man for a moment and promptly walking away.
This is fine, Matt thought and picked himself -and his bags- up by seeing through his fire-filled world.
Once up, Matt decided to grab a fresh shirt while he left his bags at his apartment; walking a little faster since he didn't want to be late for work.
It wasn't long before he had the fresh, clean smelling, shirt on and running out of the door as quickly as a 'blind' man could without bumping into every corner.
A relatively short walk took Matt right outside the building's main door and through their office's one.
He greeted his coworkers, Foggy and Karen, as per usual and sat down on his own desk to get started on reading some new cases they debated taking.
It wasn't until an hour later that Matt got up to get [something]. The [whatever] was above his head and Matt reached his hand up to grab it, already hearing Karen getting up to help him if needed.
Foggy looked up from his own papers for a second, bit did a double take fast at the red colour on Matt's white shirt as his suit jacket lifted with the movement of his arm.
He got up and slowly walked over, Karen still looming behind the blind lawyer while said lawyer held [REDACTED] in his hand.
"Matty, can I speak to you for a second?"
Matt tilted his head slightly and nodded, allowing Foggy to lead him over to his office before closing the door.
Foggy let Matt's forearm go as soon as they were inside the small room and sighed;
"It's way too early for this, Matt."
Matt frowned in confusion at the, what felt like, scolding that was brewing inside Foggy's mind.
"It's 12 P.M., Fog, we both decided on the time to come into work." He said, genuinely confused.
"What? No, I don't mean that it's too early for work, I'm saying it's too early for all your-" Foggy waved his hand around like he was performing a spell, -Matt would have laughed, had he... you know-, "-vigilantism."
"I wasn't vigi- I wasn't fighting bad guys before work, Foggy!"
Foggy's silence said so much to Matt as he could feel the dubious side eye he was getting.
"I wasn't fighting bad guys before work today, Foggy."
He heard Foggy huff at that but he seemed to relent.
"Why are you bleeding, then?" Foggy whispered angrily.
"I'm not bleeding." Matt said, seriously confused now.
"Yes, you are." Foggy insisted.
"No." One word to kill a man.
"Matt! You have blood here!" He said and poked his finger right where the 'wound' was, absolutely taking into consideration that that could have hurt. Absolutely.
Matt felt the poke but it didn't hurt so he put his own hand above the spot Foggy had pointed at.
He felt an odd texture over the spot, unlike the texture of the rest of the shirt and realisation hit him.
"This... is an old shirt."  He said quietly, "Shit, I grabbed the wrong shirt."
"Let's just go to your apartment to grab another one." Foggy suggested, "Unless you can produce one from thin air." Matt couldn't.
Both man grabbed their suitcases before making a beeline for the exit when Karen stopped them.
"Where are you going, guys? The office is swarming with customers right now." She said as she pointed it to their very, very empty office space.
"We won't be long, Ms Paige!" Foggy announced, practically dragging Matt behind him.
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The two avocados found themselves in Matt's apartment soon and instantly Foggy raided the closet for a clean shirt for his friend to wear while Matt took off the dirty one and threw it in the washing machine.
Foggy stopped looking through the clothes -or lack thereof- when he heard strange scrunching sounds.
The man really got a kick when he saw Matt trying to open a plastic bag with some kind of nuts in it.
"Matt..." He called out, "What have I told you about making sure you eat in the morning?"
"This isn't breakfast, Fog." Matt said while still struggling, "This is for the washing machine."
"Your washing machine is hungry?" Foggy whispered, perplexed.
"No." Double homicide.
Foggy walked closer to Matt and saw more clearly the little baggie.
"Oh, walnuts! I thought they were out of season." Foggy said in a moment of enlightenment.
"They are not walnuts, they're soapnuts!"
"They're what now?"
"Soapnuts. They're supposed to be great at cleaning even the hardest stain."
"Uh, even blood?" He sounded doubtful, as he should.
"Well, the worker at the store said they work wonders."
"Okay, but. Blood, Matt. That does not come off easily as you know."
"We'll just give it a try, Foggy." Matt said and threw some of the nuts in the washing machine before starting a half-hour cycle.
Foggy mumbled a variation of 'alright' and went back to the closet.
He grabbed a shirt that seemed new and threw it at Matt who was busy "staring" at the wall right next to the washing machine.
Matt caught the shirt moments before it fell to the floor after hitting his face and put it on with a 'thanks, Fog.
The half-hour washing cycle turned out to take up three quarters of an hour, so that was a fucking lie, and Matt got the wet shirt out of it, holding it up;
"Perfect!" He exclaimed and heard Foggy shuffling next to him.
"Matthew?" His friend said slowly, carefully.
"Mhm?" Matt replied, eloquent as ever.
"The shirt is white, right?"
"Yes. Isn't it?"
"Uh... Pastel pink has some white in it, I guess."
"Well, yes. Pastel pink has to have whit- Wait a minute!" Matt stopped abruptly, "This shirt isn't white anymore, is it?"
"Nope!" Foggy popped the 'P' like he was a 14-year-old girl getting ready to be lawfully abducted by a boy band.
"Damn." Matt sighed.
"Careful with those damns, Matthew."
"Sorry, Father- FOGGY!" Matt shouted, scandalised.
Foggy snorted as he and Matt put the, now, pink shirt away and grabbed their things to head back to the office, wondering how Karen is doing.
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Karen sat on her desk, typing away at her computer all the people she saw today with new cases.
It was a busy day with more customers that usual.
Two.
~end
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cottoncandy-jester · 3 years
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✨lie down darling it's time for a dream✨
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Pick me! (Aran x reader x mattsukawa)
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I did it..and I feel zero regrets.
For those who are confused
Here
@atsumous feel like it's rude to just not credit the person who inspired me to write this horny mess..so thank you for making me sin even more than I usually do
✨I'm sorry for being a dumb horny piece of trash please have mercy on me✨
This story contains: threesome, use of the word daddy like once, very light degrading, improper use of a storage closet, anal sex, slight dumbification
Oop sorry if the boys are occ I'm not that experienced with aran and mattsun but I really wanted to do it!
"so, whose bigger?"
Mattsun's question made you shudder as you sat on your knees In the storage room with two very hard cocks infront of your face, honestly you were unsure about how you got into this situation but it had something to do with both boys having a crush on you and mattsun somehow persuading aran that this was the ONLY way you would confess who you like.
"a-ah! I don't know! Why are you asking me this?!"
You covered your face with your hands as you felt nothing but throbbing and lust between your legs, you didn't want to admit just how how this situation was but you were so turned on. You heard a long sigh only to feel someone grab the back of your head and push their cock against your hands to get your attention, when you peeked you saw mattsun looking over you while aran was debating on if this was even a great idea..god love made him such an idiot why did he agree to this?!
"guess we'll just have to see who makes you feel better yeah? It's clearly going to be me, I mean that loser looks like he's never touch a tit before, now be a good girl and open your mouth"
You gulped before doing as you were told and opened your mouth only to feel mattsun slowly shove himself down your throat, well one thing was clear and that was the fact that mattsun had a thick cock to the point where your mouth could only fit him hallway before you were gagging
"eh? that's it? Heh. I guess your little mouth couldn't possibly fit my monster of a dick"
That statement made aran twitched and before he knew it he was at your side forcing one of your hands to touch his long length, you wanted to please them both so while you sucked mattsun you were stroking aran best you could.
"y-your hands are so soft, so soft and small..doesn't that prove that I'm bigger?"
"ngh- not so fast there, she can barley fit my cock in her mouth I mean look at her drooling like a little slut that clearly means I'm bigger than you so why don't you scram, shrimp dick"
You could practically feel the tension and you simply shoved more of mattsun down your throat even if you gagged, loud slurping and sucking sounds escaping you as you swirled your tongue around his meaty cock. While your mouth was busy you made sure to give aran the attention he needed
You stroked him faster to the point where your wrist was starting to hurt but you didn't really care or stop one bit. Both boys were honestly shocked but the sight of you pleasing two cocks was definitely a turn on in itself.
"damn, look how good she is. You like that princess? You like sucking my cock like that? I'll cum if you keep it up"
"you're being such a good girl, I definitely won't be able to last long with you stroking me like that"
Aran found himself bucking his hips now fucking your hand while mattsun grabbed the back of your head shoving his cock as far as it could go only to chuckle at your teary eyed expression.
Even if it hurt you didn't stop now being desperate for their climax, you went faster and harder while you pressed your thighs together your own wetness ruining your panties.
It didn't take long until cum was spilling into your mouth and down your throat along with hitting your cheek and face, you pulled your mouth off of mattsun before giving a loud audible gulp for the male which made his cock twitch with excitement.
"so princess, whose bigger?"
"I don't know, I'll have to judge it one more time"
Aran let's out a shaky laugh before deciding to take the lead on this one, it wasn't fair for mattsun so hot you all to himself, aran liked you just as much!
"another test? Alright angel, why don't you ride me then, that was I can show you just how big i am"
Aran's boldness took you by surprise but mattsun wasn't having any of it, he glared at the male with a light scoff.
"that's hardly fair, I say we fuck them at the same time"
"are you trying to kill them?"
"they have two holes, dumbass"
Mattsun's solution made you shudder at the thought but it seems like both boys silently agreed to that, you let out a shaky sigh before standing up and slowly starting to strip.
"please, be gentle.."
Your soft little plea was like a love arrow to the heart but after both men promised to be gentle you got into position, you were expecting a simple doggy style but was shocked when mattsun scooped you up and spreaded your legs with your back against his chest and his cock pressed against your ass.
"you're lucky my cock is still covered with saliva or this would really hurt, alright loser are you ready or are you just gonna stare. I'm being nice enough to hold her after all so just stick it in"
Aran couldn't help but stare at your soaked core, it was almost begging to be filled up by him. He gulped before walking over and pressed his chest against yours before placing a soft kiss on your nervous looking face.
"don't worry, we made a promise after all"
With that both boys slid into you slowly and it was a feeling of pure pain and pleasure though pain was definitely outweighing the pleasure at this moment.
"h-holy fuck- you two..are ripping me apart"
Your little whine worried aran but mattsun simply laughed into your ear as he pushed his cock deeper into your ass, the utter tightness was making him grunt and groan but he refused to thrust until his entire cock was in. Aran let's out a shaky sigh as he rested his head against your left side of your neck the exact opposite of where mattsun was whispering filthy things in your ear.
"y-you two, can move..now"
Your affirmation was all they needed for them both to get started, they were truly opposites in everyway even down to the way they thrusts in and out of your eager holes. Mattsun was far more concerned about roughness and not so much speed while aran was giving deep fast thrusts that were making you see stars each time.
"fuck! Fuck- ah! A-aran..mattsun..too much!"
"too much? What, you can't take it? Two cocks are wrecking your slutty little body and you wanna call it quits? I don't know about that one there but I'm not stopping, not until I fill your tight ass with so much cream that you could taste it"
"h-hate to agree with that idiot but, I can't stop..I won't. I want to claim you as mine so that's what I'm going to do"
Your breathing turned into squeaks and squeals as both boys slammed deep into at just the same time, again and again and again
You swore they were best friends or something with just the amount of coordinating that went into this. Your eyes started to roll back as you leaned against mattsun now being an utter mess
You were drooling so much and your moans were cumming out as garbled trash while your brain was being fucked out, while you clawed at aran's back now being tightly sandwiched between the male's you can quickly feel your climax approaching.
"c-cumming! Cumming! Ohhh fuck I'm gonna cum!"
Your squeals were met with mattsun growling in your ear while aran peppered kisses along your neck feverishly clearly wanting to bring you to your climax
"I swear to God if you cum before I do I will fuck you to oblivion, though I guess I'm already doing that"
You weren't even sure if you could follow that order since you were already right at the edge, you whined when mattsun picked up the pace wanting to catch up with you. His hips slamming against your ass before he gave aran a harsh glare but a sadistic grin.
"if I cum in them first I guess you can say I claimed them before you?"
That single sentence sent the male into a frenzy as he now ravaged your pussy hitting your womb with zero mercy, not caring about being gentle anymore but now on making sure he cums before mattsun. You were over here losing your mind and being as loud as you possibly could before you broke and finally cummed
"fuck! Yeah- that's it princess cum for daddy"
"ah! Angel, your clenching so tightly around me"
As both men cummed all you could do was whine loudly while now making random noises if bliss while your body twitched and shook.
Mattsun pulled out before setting you down and decided to pop the question while aran was cleaning you up with a spare towel in storage.
"so who was bigger? Hmmm? Come on spill it"
You simply grinned and stuck your tongue out at the boys
"I-i d-dunno, gotta have round two to see"
As both their cocks got hard at your willingness to go again you could only feel a tinge of guilt for their teammates who stood outside the door.
"hell yeah! Get some!"
"atsumu, please shut up.."
"so, does this mean the practice match is cancelled?"
"how about we all get some food while we let them be! Iwa-chan will of course be paying!"
"WHY ME?!"
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moonlightflower21 · 4 years
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Sometimes people aren't meant to be in relationships...
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"We need to talk..." The deep voice of your mutant turtle boyfriend filled the room and you turned towards the window, a neutral expression on your face. As bad as it was, he was the last person you wanted to end the night with. Lately everything had been different. Your interaction with him depended on the entirety of his mood. He deemed he was too busy for you but you had drop everything just to be there for him? This wasn't how relationships worked. Granted, this was his first hur even after trying to talk to him, he was the equivalent of a brick wall. Just go through one ear and out the other.
"What?" You answered, sitting down on your bed. A fluffy blanket draped your legs, tiredness crawling in your veins. Hopefully he would go soon, for you really couldn't be asked for his bullshit.
"You haven't called in days, what's going on??" He asked, leaning against the wall with an accusing brow. Yours were now raised, wondering if he was actually being serious. Oh, so now he cared??
"What does it look like?? I'm in bed. And I didn't call because I simply didn't want to. I am not obliged to talk to you everyday especially if you cannot be bothered to put in the effort either" Your fingers gripped the blanket tightly, hoping he was able to pick up on the signs and leave. But he didn't, of course he wouldn't.
"It's like I don't know who you are anymore. You suddenly seem to busy to do anything with me. And when I ask, you leave promptly. How can I put in effort when you can't even be around me anymore!" He snapped, you could practically see the steam coming from his ears. But anger bubbled in your stomach and you stood, ripping the blanket off and throwing it away from you. Any and all signs of tiredness and exhaustion flew out of your body and rage filled the spot instead.
"Who the fuck do you think you are??? Walzing into my bedroom, accusing me of absurd things! Why should I even make the effort?? Everything is always about you! All our talks, all our interactions. When was the last time you've asked me if I was okay?? I'm just a thing you like having on your elbow, something to show off to your brothers but you know what?? I can't do it! I don't give a fucking damn if you're upset because you've made me feel like shit for months! But have I ever made you feel bad about it??" You yelled, watching his figure stiffen and clench at the tone of your voice. You've never raised your voice at him like this before.
But he wasn't a child, he was a full grown adult that had to understand that life isn't easy. Everyone has problems and issues and he isn't the one in the entire world that has it hard.
"And while we're at it, your number one excuse is always your ninjitsu responsibilities and I understand. Believe me, if I didn't I would've left months ago. But suddenly it's my fault these people don't appreciate the work you do for them! Am I supposed to go to every resident in the city and praise you??"
"That's quite enough, Y/N!-" He started but you stopped him there. He wanted to open the bottle of faults and blame, you sure as hell were going to make him understand it was a two way situation.
"Be quiet. I'm not done" You seethed, fists clenched so tightly you were sure your fingernails had penetrated the first layer of your skin. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, your entire body felt hot. Anger, disappointment, bitterness, pain, everything swirled in your head and poured out of your mouth.
"You don't know HALF the shit I'm going through. You obviously don't care so please, tell me what the fuck is this relationship?? For you to dump all your problems on me?? As a partner, I will listen and console you when needed. But I draw the line now, I am not your therapist. You don't bother listening to me, so now it's the same. I don't care what happens to you, Leonardo" Hands raised in surrender, you step back maintaining the eye contact. You heard a soft gasp coming from him as you spilled your true feelings but you couldn't care less. Actually it felt refreshing to say everything that was weighing you down, able to finally fucking breathe.
"What are you saying?" He whispered, voice hoarse. Pins felt like they flooded his throat, following all the way down to his chest. Puncturing his heart. As if everything was on a standstill, the words fell from your lips slowly. And yet, he couldn't do anything to stop them.
"Isn't it obvious? I can't do this anymore. Mentally and physically. I can't be the person you want me to be. And clearly you're not happy with who I am-"
"I am! God, Y/N, I love you for who you are-"
"No you don't. Like I said, you fell in love with the idea of having a partner. But you don't love me for who I am. You want me to be someone who benefits you and you only. I just.... I can't do it" You laughed, however he knew there was anything but humour in your tone.
It hurt you to say the next words but you know he has to hear them, in order for you both to move on. You wouldn't have ever thought you could say it to his face but boy, life sure works in crazy ways.
"Leonardo, I just.... I don't love you" You utter calmly, glancing at those stormy irises. You know he won't break down in front of you but you can sense his sadness from here. It made you feel weird, you weren't ever the cause for his grief.
Leo didn't think he heard you correctly, expecting you to break out in a smile and yell it's all a joke. But your face spoke otherwise. Hands folded, stance rigid, he knew you meant business.
"So this how it's going to end? When... when did this happen?" He sniffs, both eye brows raised trying his ultimate best to not cry in front of you. You knew what he was referring to but was it ever acceptable to tell a partner when you fell out of love with him? It would be too much for him to handle.
"I don't know-" "Tell me" He commands, his stature matching yours and you shrug your shoulders. Fine, you had warned him. See if he can handle the cold truth.
"Around two weeks ago. I realised that this relationship... well, I've already told you" You eye his features. Though he seems unfazed, his eyes tell a different story.
"Okay..." He brushed a hot tear away, knowing it was only going to be the first of many to arrive. His heart pained immensely, as though someone had a tight grip around it. Slowly but surely breaking piece by piece.
"I'm sorry... for everything I've put you through. I'm sorry I couldn't be the person you needed. And I'm so sorry for ever treating you like you didn't matter" He turned to look at you, his sapphire eyes shining with the unshed tears. It just twisted the knife that was in your heart. The tears shouldn't be there, he shouldn't have to feel like this. Your arms pitched with the urge to hold him, pretend that it was all going to be okay. Because even if he put you through hell, you still loved him. And that was what you hated the most. Even after everything, why did your heart still beat for him?
"Just close the window when you leave" You turn away, picking up the tossed blanket on the floor. He nods, taking a deep breath. Feeling another hot tear leave his eyes unwillingly, he obliged. He didn't know what he had expected anyway. You to wipe his tear and kiss away his pain? In another world perhaps, but here? Only a turmoil of pain and he was right in the centre. Quietly, the window gently closed as he vanished in the night.
You had taken a deep breath but your lungs felt empty. Heart heavy, body numb, the pain you tried to keep in all night dripped down your cheeks. Continuous hot tears rolled down and you hadn't the energy to wipe them away. And funnily enough, through this you could feel your heart slowly being relieved. Slowly being let out of the shackles it once was pinned in.
Leo didn't know where he was going, anywhere but his home. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, the tears blurred his vision. Stinging his eyes, burning his cheeks but they were unstoppable. Hearing a loud roll of thunder in the distance, he knew he should have gone home. But he wasn't able to face his family. What a horrible day.
One minute he was on the ledge and the next he felt himself toppling off the edge. Through his heartbreak, he must've miscalculated a step and toppled down the long building. His body banged into the walls, scratched roughly by the bricks until he was thrown into the ground with a loud bang. He was so lucky it wasn't packed and crowded.
Surrounding by the bin bags, drenched with rain, he couldn't hold it in anymore. A shaky cry overcame his body, heavy sobs racking his entire body. He felt like he couldn't breathe, hands trembling trying to console himself. The cries felt like they came from his very soul, gasping for air that never reached his chest. Everything hurt around him. And as if the sky was in agreement, the drizzle of rain became heavy; drenching his very core.
His calf burned, excruciating pain shot up his leg if he added the slightest bit of pressure. Skin was torn from his shoulders and his head felt like it had been punched several times relentlessly.
The rain washed his body, stinging his wounds and carrying the blood away. He heard his phone go off but he hadn't the courage to answer it just yet. He needed help but he couldn't bear to look at anyone. He was where he belonged, with the trash and the dirt. He deserved the hate from other people. He deserved your anger. If only he was able to truly see how you were, maybe this could have been prevented.
Some people didn't deserve love, maybe he was one of them.
No, he was one of those people.
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outerbankslut · 4 years
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Sorry... Pope Heyward
Summary • After a fight between the Kooks and the Pogues you go to your friends to apologise but Pope’s not having it.
Warnings • Swearing? Maybe but I can’t remember and I cba to go back through. Mentions of violence (in the fight). If there’s anything else let me know :) JJ smoking as usual.
Word Count • 1.7k (Imagine)
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    THE NOISES OF the cars engine knocked you out of your daze as you drove down the paved, sweltering streets of outer banks. The houses you passed a second ago were filled with perfectly trimmed bushes, the building decked in marble and stone with backyards for miles and a pool to finish it off. Whereas the houses you passed now were smaller and wooden, looking fragile almost. Lots of the yards were messier and lazier but they didn't have personal gardeners or the time nor money to do it themselves generally. It made your heart clench as you thought about how just a mile back you were living luxuriously while people over here slaved away to earn everything they owned. They weren't handed it like you were.
You were on your way to the cut to see your friends. But not for a casual hangout. You needed to see if they were okay. After the events of the night before you couldn't be sure what happened after you left.
Rafe has been involved in a fight between all the Pogues including you. No surprise there. He’d been the instigator of it all. It had broken out just you were all planning to leave and then the Cameron boy and the rest of his country club friends came over and joined in somehow finding fun in hitting and punching people due to the entitlement blinding their eyes from the truth that they were the same. Well maybe not personality wise in any way at all. But you were all human beings and yet you were pitted against each other from the day you were born. Only some succumbed to the amounting pressure of their kook or pogue parents to stay away from the other side others realised how petty and stupid it was.
It was always like a scene from west side story when the two groups were mixed and it never ended well. It usually left you to pick up the pieces of their messes. Or any mess of your brothers really. It had always been you. You taking responsibility for anything he did. Whilst he would go disappear and sniff a few lines before making his triumphant return you would be mending what he broke or taking the blame. Being younger than him didn't help with him manipulating you as a child. Rafe broke a vase and suddenly you broke the vase. Rafe stole money from dad since he blew his allowance on coke and alcohol and instead you stole the money. It had always been that way and by now you were used to being left in the wake of your brothers tyranny.
You always felt responsible no matter what happened. The events of last night where stuck in your mind like super glue and the guilt was filling up your lungs. It wasn't your fault. But at the same time it was. You didn't stop your brother, you let your friends get hurt by him. And they must hate you. Probably wish you'd never been let into their group.
The tires of your car screeched to a halt beside the Twinkie which occupied the space outside of the chateau. It was eerily quiet until you stepped out onto the grassy and muddy ground and heard muffled laughter from inside the wooden walls of the small fish shack. You could smell the after effects of a joint wafting through the air. No doubt it was JJ.
Once you entered the chateau the small creak of the screen door was enough to gain the attention of all the Pogues who glanced up at your presence. Only then did you see what was leftover from the fight last night. Kie looked at you with a small smile but you could see the light grazing on her cheeks and her hands that held the wooden neck of a ukulele. But yet she still seemed happy to see you. And then JJ who sent you a lazy smile as he inhaled more of the joint between his bruised knuckled fingers and the smoke covered his purple and yellow and green painted face but only for a second. Then John B who held a beer in his hands but you could see the blood surrounding his split lip and small cut above his black eye.
None noticed your small frown or look of quilt swarming you except from Pope who stared intensely and lingered on the downturning of your lips as you turned and caught his gaze. You could see the small cut beneath his chin and no doubt just like the John B and JJ he accumulated bruises on his stomach or arms. But he was wearing his shirt buttoned up whereas JJ laid shirtless and John B stood with his shirt open.
It hurt you the most seeing Pope. The multiple bruises and cuts adorning his normally smooth and unharmed skin. They were because of you. When Pope moved in front of you stopping you from receiving the backhand Rafe sent your way as you berated him to stop. He was the reason you weren't hurt. And you were the reason he was hurt.
Pope looked at you oddly as you just stood there letting out a sigh.
"Y/N?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in question. When you didn't answer again he stood up and walked over to you where you stood with your hands threaded together and rubbing in anticipation. "What's wrong?"
"I-I wanted to apologise to you last night."
The rest of the Pogues had turned their attention to you, JJ even stopped smoking for a second to listen. Your eyes were down trained on the wooden flooring as you spoke. Popes furrowed brows deepened as he looked at you slightly bewildered that you thought you needed to apologise.
"I'm sorry he hurt you guys. It was all my fault and I should have stopped him but I didn't." You let out a dry chuckle. "All of you got hurt and yet I'm perfectly fine." You shook you head and sighed. "But I'm really sorry."
Despite the nice welcoming from your friends you still had the deep rooted fear they would hate you after last night but the looks on their faces held sadness or confusion rather than anger or disdain.
Pope had seen you do this before with the group. Whether it be a Pogue and Kook fight or just a small thing when he'd been around your house, like accepting responsibility when Rafe forgot to pick Wheezie up from her ballet class or the time when you'd apologised profusely for Rafes mistreatment of JJ at his job at the country club. But most of those times he'd believed it to be a small courtesy of just being related to the problem or saying it like when you say you're sorry for someone's loss but it wasn’t like that with you. At least not this time.
You were apprehensive to look up to meet his but when you did you saw the boy let out a small scoff and you were ready for him to yell at you to leave and never come back.
"God! Stop apologising for other people! You're not the shitty one!" The Heyward boy exclaimed blowing a fuse which surprised everyone when Pope was normally the calm and collected one. Not all the time. But most.
And he wasn’t angry towards you but toward Rafe and even the smallest notion that what he did laid on your shoulders. You simply blinked in his direction not sure what to say at his outburst.
"Pope—" You started saying before you were cut off by the boy throwing his hands in the air.
"No I can't take it any longer. I can't watch you blame yourself and apologise for the punches Rafe throws or the shitty things he does. He's a bad person and you are not him. I don't give a damn if he's your brother, okay? Y/N you've never done anything wrong in your life and yet you keep apologising for everything he does. It's not your fault. I'll tell you a million—scratch that a billion times if I have to."
And once again you blinked but this time blinking away the glossy liquid in your eyes hoping to clear your vision. It was a different feeling having someone tell you it wasn't your fault for once. Popes eyes stared passionately towards you as you held his stare. You felt comforted just the the deep ebony colours of his eyes that focused on you.
"I still left you guys though after. I didn't stay and help." You told them and Kiara stood quickly, abandoning the instrument on the couch and placing a hand on your arm. You felt yourself sniffling. Pope moved his hand as well but lightly placed it in your own moving his fingers over your palm in circles soothingly. Letting you know he was there. Pope and you had definitely always been the closest in the group. If you ever needed someone Pope was always there. Whether it was someone to cry on or rant to, he was always there. And he definitely cared a lot about you as you did him.
"Hey, Y/N. You still tried to help us. That’s what counts. And we get it was overwhelming. We don't have to deal with psycho brothers. No offence." Kie spoke softly and you chuckled lightly at her comment through small tears that you were quick to wipe away.
"Yeah, Rafe is his own person and technically an adult he can take responsibility for his own shit." JJ spoke as he stood from his space on the couch joined by John B behind him.
"I still don't understand how the two of you are even related."
You shrugged a small smile growing on your lips that Pope noticed. "Me and Sarah both wonder that. A lot."
They all let out small laughs before Pope pulled you in for a hug and you nestled your head into his shoulder at his warm and enticing hold. He smelt of musk with small hints of aftershave and salt water. But most of all he smelt of home. Somewhere that would always be inviting and your one true solace from the world.
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imagineteller1 · 4 years
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Horror Night
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Warnings: language, gore.
Pairings: Daryl x reader x Negan.
My heart felt heavy on my chest. I choked in every breath I took. I watched, what used to be Abraham, crushed in the floor. Everything was ringing. The tears blinding my vision.
Negan talked but I didn't pay attention, I couldn't. He was in front of Rosita, trying to get her to see the bloody bat of the man she loved. In a second, Daryl took a swing at Negan.
"Daryl! No!" I screamed and ran towards him, my hands extended in an attempt to grab him. Before I could reach him, some of Negan's men were already holding me down as well as Daryl.
"No!" Negan yelled pointing his bat at Daryl. "That- oh," he chuckled. "That is a no no. The whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here." He now kneeled in front of me. His rough hand was pulling on my chin to look up at him. "Brave little thing here, eh?"
I pulled my face away from his grasp. He stood back up. A blonde man held Daryl's crossbow at his face.
"You want me to kill him? Right here?"
"No!" I screamed. Trashing my body in the men's grip, I kicked around.
"Hey! Hey, what part of staying quiet do you not get?" Negan turned to me with his bat.
"Please, please, don't kill him. I'm begging you." I sobbed and I felt like I couldn't breath. My breath was stuck in my throat. I felt like I was having a panic attack. When I started shaking more violently I knew I was. My limbs felt as if they weren't there. I felt heavy but at the same time lite.
I heard Negan say something and then Daryl was thrown back in line. He approached me and kneeled back down. I tried to push the men away but they just gripped tighter. "I c-an't brea-th." I stuttered.
"What did you say again, darlin'"
"I-I can't br-eath." He signalled his men and I was dropped. My palms were on the ground as I tried to calm down. My chest heaved violently as I gasped for air. I felt like I was drowning.
"Holy fucking shit, she is having an attack." He joked.
New tears reamed down my face and fell to the dirt. This could be it. I looked at Daryl. He was looking at me, I saw a tear flow down his cheek. He tried to walked towards me but he was pushed down.
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. Deep breaths. I could feel the oxygen make its way to my lungs. I heard Daryl's voice telling me to calm down like he had done countless of time, but in difference, he wasn't holding me this time.
After what felt like hours I opened my eyes and felt like I could breathe again.
"Still with us, doll?" Negan asked jokingly. "Both of you are so impulsive, not surprised you two are fucking." He took my face in his hand forcefully.
I glared up at him and he chuckled. "Get her back in line." Like that I was thrown in my back and dragged to where I had been kneeling before.
"Anyway... that's not how it works. Now, I already told you people, first one's free. Then what did I say, I said I would shut that shit down." He had a maniac smile on his face. "No exceptions. Now I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with, but I'm a man of my word. First impressions are important." Short silence. "I need you to know me. So, back to it."
In a second Negan's bat connected with Glenn's head. I blinked a few times. Not being able to believe this was really happening. We had just lost two of the strongest men of our group in a couple of minutes. I looked at Maggie and saw her sobbing.
I looked back at Glenn. You could see his skull and one of his eyes was bulging out of its socket.
My heart was beating out of my chest and I could hear every beat thumping.
"Buddy, you still there?" Negan asked mockingly. He muttered something and then exclaimed. "You are trying to speak! But you just took a hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard your eyeball just popped out. This is as gross as shit."
"Maggie I-I'll find yo-u." Glenn finally was able to mutter out.
"Oh, hell." Negan spoke. His voice was calm and serious. Like he actually felt sorry. "I can see this is hard, amiga. I am sorry. I truly am. But, I did say..." a smile now played in his lips. "No exceptions." He swinged at Glenn again. I jumped back in place.
No, no, no.
"You bunch of pussies... I'm just getting started. Lucille is thirsty." He kept hitting and hitting. There was nothing left to hit yet he kept swinging his bat. After he got tired he stepped away and joked. "She is a vampire bat."
The only sound was Negan's boot and our cries.
"What? Was the joke that bad?"
Rick looked up from his spot with a trembling yet determined look in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill you."
"What? I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up." Negan mocked.
"Not today... not tomorrow... but I'm gonna kill you."
"Jesus," Negan scoffed. "Simon, what did he have? Knife?"
"He had a hatchet."
"Hatchet?" He smiled.
"An axe."
Negan laughed. "Simon, is my right hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without 'em. A whole pile of work. You have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing. Oh, or did I-" he made a clock sound with his tongue.
Rick remained silent. Negan sighed. "Sure, yeah. Give me his axe."
Who I believed was Simon, stepped up with axe in hand and gave it to Negan. He stood up and grabbed Rick by the shoulder. "We'll be right back, maybe Rick will be with me. If not, well we can just turn these people's inside out. I mean, the ones that are left."
With that he shut the trailer's door closed and drove away.
I looked at Daryl. He was shaking. His gunshot wound could get infected with all the trauma his body was going through right now. I went to stand up but was held in place.
"I'm not gonna do anything. You have all of our weapons, what could I do?" I tried to reason with the men.
"You stay on your knees, bitch. Unless you want to end up like your friends over there." He signalled to the bodies that laid on the floor. With a thud I sat back in the ground, pulling my legs to my chest.
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Hours had passed and the sun had come up when the trailer came back. No one came out for a couple of minutes. The air was full of tension as we hoped to see Rick still alive. When the door finally opened, Rick was pushed to the ground and Negan came out, he dragged Rick back to us.
"Here we are. Let me ask you something, Rick. You even know what that little trip was about?"
Rick remained silence.
"Speak when you're spoken to."
"Okay... okay."
"That trip was about the way you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way... like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work." He paced around and then kneeled next to Rick. "So... do I give you another chance?"
"Yeah. Yes. Yes."
Patting Rick's shoulder he stood up. "Okay." He chuckled. "All right. And here it is- the grand prize game. What you do now will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.”
Guns cocked from behind us.
"Good. Now... level with their noses, so if you have to fire..." he imitates an explosion. "It'll be a real mess."
Silence.
"Kid." He said looking at Carl. "Right here." He pointed to the ground beside Rick. Carl was frozen in place. "Kid... now." Carl took slow steps. Negan took of his belt. "You a southpaw?"
"Am I a what?"
"You a lefty?"
"No."
"Good." He smiled as he took Carl's arm and tied the belt around it, cutting the circulation. "That hurt?"
"No."
"Should. It's supposed to." He finished tying the belt. "All right. Get down on the ground, kid, next to daddy. Spread them wings." He took Carl's hat off.
Carl did as told. "Simon, you got a pen?"
"Yeah." He threw it at Negan. He took of the cap with his teeth and kneeled next to Carl.
"Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlock's ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it across the forearm." We all watched in horror as Negan drew a line in Carl's arm. "There you go. Gives you a little leverage."
"Please. Please. Please don't. Please don't." Rick begged.
"Me?" Negan chuckled. "I ain't doing shit." He stood up. "Ah. Rick, I want you to take your axe... cut of your son's left arm off, right on that line. Now I know- I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back home die... and then you, eventually. I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it."
"You- you don't have to do this. We understand. We understand." Michonne spoke.
"You understand. Yeah. I'm not sure Rick does." He advertido his attention back to Rick. "I'm gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice- nothing messy, clean, forty five degrees- give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid'll be fine. Probably. Rick this needs to happen now- chop, chop- or I will crush the little fella's skull myself."
"Please, we all understand. Rick understands. We all work for you, stop this. You don't need to prove a point because you already did." I tried. This was my family. I wasn't gonna stay quiet and not try anything. My arms pointed at the fallen bodies.
I felt a gun press against the back of my head.
"It can- it can- it can be me." Rick stuttered out. "It can be me. Y-you can do it to me. I c- I can go with- with you."
"No. This is the only way. Rick... pick up the axe." Rick didn't move. "Not making a decision is a big decision." Negan's voice raised. "You really want to see all these people die? You will. You will see every ugly thing." He still didn't move. "Oh, my god." He groaned. "Are you gonna make me count? Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting."
"Three!"
"Please." Rick cried out. "Please. It can be me. Please!"
"Two!" He kneeled next to Rick.
"Please, don't do-" Rick sobbed and I looked away.
"This is it."
Rick screamed. I shut my eyes closed. Tears running down my cheeks.
"One!"
"Dad... just do it. Just do it." I heard Carl whisper.
I looked back at the scene.
Rick held the axe high, preparing to cut his son's arm.
"Rick." Negan stopped him. "You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?" Rick nodded hastily. "Speak when you're spoken to!" Negan's voice beamed making everyone jump. "You answer to me. You provide for me."
"Provide for you." Rick answered shakily.
"You belong to me, right?!"
"Right." Rick breathed heavy.
"Right. That... is the look I wanted to see." He stood up and took the axe. "We did it... all of us, together... even the dead ones on the ground. Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure." He sighed. "Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake... that you get it now... that you understand how this work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you... that is over now." He chuckled.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Ah, Dwight... load him up." He signalled to Daryl who struggled in, who I suppose was Dwight's, arms.
"What are you gonna do to him?" I asked. Trying to sound as strong as I could. Negan turned to me.
"How could I forget about you?" He took long yet calming strides towards me. "You, darlin', are coming with me too."
"Why?" I sounded more panicked than I wanted to.
"Because..." he smiled. "You've got a mouth on you and I really, really like it. Keeps me on my feet. I have a proposal for you..." he waited for my name.
"Lucia."
He smiled and licked his lips. "You hear that, Lucille? They sound similar... okay, Lucia. I have this proposal for you. You come with me, be one of my wives, and I, won't kill another one of your group, for your blabbing mouth. How does that sound, hm?"
Shock was written all over my face. "It's your choice, Lucia. Either you come with me or... I kill another one of your friends. So, what will it be?" He passed his finger along my jawline. I looked at the truck where Daryl was in.
Maybe, if I went with him I could find a way to help Daryl escape. I looked around the group. I wasn't gonna let anyone else die, much less because of my fault.
"Okay." I said. Turning off all my emotions.
"Great." He smiled. "You and I are gonna have a lot of fun together." He licked his lips while scanning my body. "Fan-fucking-tastic. Simon, put her in my truck. I still have some words to say to our new pal Rick."
As Simon grabbed my arm and led me to a truck I looked back and saw Rick watching me. I gave him a slight nod with my head, telling him I had a plan.
I wrote this a some time ago but hadn’t posted it here. Requests are open ❤️
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spideywars · 4 years
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tell me the world’s alright
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pairing: peter parker x stark!reader
a/n: this is a WIP that I've been working on over the winter break. I've written about 10k worth of words towards this story and I'd love to post it all! So here's a sneak peek of chapter one, I'd love feedback!
words: 1.3k of 10k+
warnings: future violence, possible smut, ptsd symptoms
summary: after the blip and when everyone including you disappeared, you realized that things weren't as safe as you thought. Even under your father's iron wing, you knew the world was going to be a very dangerous place. (Takes place after endgame, Tony survives).
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The web fluid bubbled from the heat as you squinted down at the suit in front of you. The wires were so small and delicate you had to have stupid magnifying eye-glasses on that were heavy along the bridge of your nose. It caused your gloved finger to flick at the frame to push it back up because of how much it slid down.
"Come on," you mumbled. Your lip was raw from biting it so much, your muscles were sore, but you were so close you could see the finish line. This was something that not even your father was able to do, with constant trial-runs and annoying training sessions that end in failures. But the answer hits you at the strangest times.
In particular, this time it was when you were eating dinner. Pepper and Tony were sat between you arguing as you sat at the end of the unnecessarily large dining room table. You picked at the last of your roasted red peppers, and just one flick of your wrist and a glance down at one pepper slipping off the plate and landing on the table, it came to you.
So now you're here, and you won't let either of your parents into the room. Pepper is more worried, her knocking becoming so frantic you had to yell at her to back off. You're in a zone, another world where finally, finally you can get Peter the suit that he needs to survive anything that comes his way.
It's one spark from the wire as you connect it to your new design when the suit came to life in color. It illuminated the room, his spider symbol in the middle shining onto the ceiling. It was brighter, everything was, something that reminded you of Black Panther's suit, but minus the vibranium.
"Oh my god." You had to chuckle at yourself, hands throwing the magnifying glasses onto the lab table and pushing your stool away so you could stand back and stare at your invention.
Peter can now heal ten times faster, you've managed to mix his DNA in with the suit to cause triple the amount of cell healing. A bullet is just a scratch, a machine gun is a bruise. Everything that can kill a human being in one go will be nothing to him.
"Y/N" It's Tony this time, probably being forced by your mother to do the parenting now. But you're smiling ear to ear, eyes watering with joy as you witness the thing you've been struggling with for months since the blip.
"Listen kid your mom is raging at me right now cause of you and I'd appreciate if you'd come out and give her some reassurance you're all good." You blink slowly out of your daze, now moving towards the suit again to power it off and place it on the charger.
"And uhm, if you don't come out soon I'm blasting my way in and I'm taking the damage costs out of your bank account."
You giggle at that, quickly fixing up the suit and cleaning up the area before rushing towards the laboratory down and unlocking it. You open it to see Tony leaning against the door frame, one of his brows immediately raising at your lab coat and gloves.
"What's up, Einstein?" His question makes you roll your eyes, and you don't say a word to him as you maneuver around his body to get upstairs. He's hot on your heals though. You can just feel the irritation radiating off him.
"I don't really appreciate the silence after you've just come out of my laboratory looking like you've just cured cancer. Mind sharing with the man paying for your equipment?" He's on thin ice, and Tony knows how to pick and prod at your emotions until you spill the beans. But you feel like you're floating on a cloud right now. You don't really know what to say, who to tell.
Well, you know exactly who you're going to tell. But that person isn't present at the moment. He's probably studying for a biology quiz or swinging across the city.
"I-I just need time to think." You say without faltering your steps up the stairs and towards the kitchen where you see your mother gathering dishes and placing them in the dishwasher.
"That's great, wonderful." The sarcasm is dripping from your father's mouth, but that's the usual. You ignore it easily, moving towards the trash can near the dishwasher to throw your gloves inside, just so Pepper can see you have finally exited your little cave.
"Jesus, finally." Pepper breaths out as she drops one of the plates a little too roughly into the wrack before maneuvering around it to give you a hug. It's a short pulse before she's putting you at arm's length to give you that disturbing stare where she looks inside you and at your soul. It makes you shiver, and you prepare for what's bound to happen next.
"You scared me by just getting up and leaving like that. Especially going downstairs to lock yourself in that lab." She shakes you a bit, and you place your hands onto her own that are squeezing at your shoulders.
"I'm sorry, it's just-"
"It better not be anything to do with Parker and that damn suit. I told you I would handle that." Tony cuts you off, and that throws you off completely. Well, not completely. You know your father doesn't like you involved with his...other work. But Peter was your best friend and someone that you couldn't risk losing.
After the blip and when everyone including you disappeared, you realized that things weren't really as safe as you thought. Even under your father's iron wing, you knew the world was going to be a very dangerous place.
You needed to step in.
"Dad, you know I can't just back off from this..." You glare at him over Pepper's shoulder. He glared back with just as much force.
"It's easy, especially when you have school and work and friends to hang out with. You have something called a life and this," he motions with his hands towards you and your lab coat, "is not your life."
That makes your jaw clench. He doesn't really have the right to own your life. But apparently, since he owns basically everything in the world, he's entitled to own you too.
"God, I'm not one of your toys. You can't just program me to do what you want, not this time." You throw your hands in the air and shift out of your mother's hold. Pepper looks upset, torn between the fight with her brows furrowed and lips tight.
"Oh don't bring out the ownership card again Y/N Stark. You know the only reason I'm doing this is to-"
"Protect me!" You yell, stopping your stomp out of the kitchen to twirl around and point an accusing finger right at your father's reactor. He blinks at you, surprised but still showing the sparks of anger flowing through him.
You don't allow him to speak again. You're grabbing your coat and shuffling on your shoes before he can even blurt out another snarky remark.
"Y/N," it's Pepper this time, eyes wide and concerned as she rushes into the front hallway where you stood with the front door slightly ajar. You halt in the middle of your exit to stare back at her, listening.
"If you're going to him, please, just be careful. Call me."
That's enough to make you nod with the smallest smile before you slip out and slam the door behind you.
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I am so excited about this work and I hope you guys are too! Feedback is really appreciated and hopefully I can get the full chapter out by next week.
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fandomss-imagines · 4 years
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La Douleur - Tom Holland
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The world is unkind and uncaring to one-sided loved
Word Count- 2,150
Warning- mentions of vomiting and coughing up blood/flowers. Profanity.
Masterlist
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You held a tight lipped smile, as you watched the scene on the television. Your hands gripped tightly at the arm rest, trying your best to not make an even bigger scene then the one that is already happening. You fingers dugs into the leather of the arm, breaking apart the material with a semi-firm grip. Your could feel your throat contracting on the bile and petals that were clawing at your throat. The sudden heat placed on your thigh was almost enough to distract you from the war going on inside your body. 
"Are you alright,love? You're gripping that arm chair like it's about to run away." Tom laughed as he rubbed small circle on your thigh. Even though he cracked the small joke, his kind eyes held so much worry that they were practically about to overflow. If that's even possible. His eyes brows were quirked, his undivided attention solely focused on you. 
Swallowing the enormous lump in your throat you nodded. Trying to cease the sweating you lightly fanned your face.
"Oh, I'm just p-p-peachy." You strained out as you took the nearby bottle of water, and practically down the half filled container. "I think it's just this heat getting to me. It's just giving me a slight head ache."
"Do you need some ibuprofen?" Zendaya shot you and grabbed her purse. Her fingers swiping rapidly at the bundled my materials that were shoved in her purse. Her eyes widen as she looked up and you, you eyes held the whole story as they slightly lowered to their hands that were interlocked with one another.  
Tom and Laura separated instantly the moment you abruptly stood up. Your hand clenched around Zendaya's wrist and you dragged her with you to the nearest toilet. She shoved you in and slammed the door, locking it in the process. Her hands immediately formed a makeshift ponytail on your hair in order to keep it out of your face.  
You body shook as if continued the assault within itself. Your throat burned and ached at the scratches from the thorns kept coming. The soft blue and red petals of the flowers filled the bowl, almost to brim. Each and every single one covered in the scarlet liquid that filled your veins. After what felt like an hour - in reality was only a few seconds - it stopped, ache in somatch and build up in your throat all gone, but you knew the moment you saw them everything would start itself back over once more. You wiped the semi-dried blood from your chin and made a weak attempt at standing up.
Zendaya thinking quickly on her feet, lightly shoved you back down. Her hands rubbing a small pattern on your back, as she finally let go of your hair as well. 
"Honey, how long has this been going on?" She questioned, her eyes quirked. She stood up and wet a a blue washcloth and tried to place it on your forehead. 
You slightly shook your head as you pointed for a pink one on the top shelf. "Please pick another one; that damn color remind me too much of him."
She nodded and smile sadly as she grabbed and then proceed to place the new one on your heated forehead. Her eyebrows raised as she waited for the answer to her previous question, she was not gonna let you get off the hook that easily.
You cleared your throat before speaking , "I wanna say around a few weeks at this point." 
"You have speak up to them!" Zendaya bellowed, as she waved her arms wildly. Her faced was caked with worry, as she eyed your body once more. 
Your own eyes widen at the small statement. The last thing on your mide was telling Tom, of all people, that you wished he shared the same feelings as you did. Just the thought of him sharing his love with another made your stomach churn with that small dreadful feeling you become accustomed too. You soon felt the ball in your stomach slowly make it way back up your esophagus. Once more the blue and red flowers slipped past your chapped lips. 
Zendaya hands once more found their away to your hair. The slight knocking on the door made you cease in movement and you body was begging you to release it. You used your hands to cover you mouth and you almost gagged everything up, as you felt the blood seeping through the cracks in your fingers. 
"Daya, Y/n it's just me." Laura's clam voice echoed through the room. Your eyes stung with tears, just by hearing her voice you pictured every moment the two shared around you. Each with the their arms intwined, lips locks and eyes holding a love struck gaze. With that final memory you heaved up more contents into the bowl. 
"Do you want me to let her in?" Zendaya whispered, as she wiped the spit from the side of your mouth. Her forehead creased as she looked from you to the shadow that was being casted underneath the crack at the bottom of the door. "I'll tell to her leave the moment you say, it's all up to you." 
You meekly nodded as you wiped the tears that were cascading down your cheeks. Zendaya unlocked the door and opened it slightly to see not one, but two people waiting for the next move. Laura and Tom both stood up ready to enter and Zenday continued to block the way.
"Daya, please." Tom begged as his hands were pressed flat against the white, wooden door. The scene seemed like he was gonna shove his way through to see if his bestfriend was even remotely okay. His forehead creased in confused as he eyed Zendaya's quick movement. "Zendaya, move." 
Zendaya only shook her head as she pressed herself into the small space, to keep them from getting in. She tightly gripped the wall and doorknob as she stared at the both of them. 
You took the washcloth and began wiping furiously at your red stained face. You flushed the toilet and made you way to the door.  You lightly held onto her waist, as she immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You saw the breath release itself from Tom's chest, he's clearly happy that you at least look alright. 
"I'm so sorry. I just got too hot and it made my food from earlier not agree with me anymore." You laughed half-heartedly, with your eyes slightly dropping. You felt your balance waver the longer you tried to stand up. You felt her grasp tighten ever so slightly. "If you all don't mind I think it's best I turn in early."
Zendaya held a hand on your lower back and she guided you to her room. Your steps at had to slow and steady, as you risked falling over again. You swiftly opened the door and quickened your pace to the bed. 
"I'll go get the trash can." Zendaya stated as she made her way back out the room, to return with a small white basket with a bag. "I'll stay here all night and change it when necessary, don't worry." 
You weakly waved your hand at her, you didn't wanna keep her from being with everyone else. What you didn't know was she'd rather you with you - even in this state - then anyone else down stairs. She only prayed that at this moment her own petals would stay inside her until the moment you fell asleep. You tried to sit up only for it to stir more chaos in your stomach. Before you even had the chance to speak the door cracked open.
"I hope you don't mind, we just wanted to know if you were okay. Everyone is really worried." Jacob stated as he shifted from one foot to the other. Clearly feeling awkward in your presence.  He made his way to the end of the bed and lightly sat down. "I'm sorry this is happening to you." 
"How do you know?" Zendaya questioned in a protective tone. Her body trying to position itself in a way were you unseeable to him. 
Jacob released a heavy sigh as he spoke. "I noticed how jumpy you got when you saw Tom and Laura. When I was coming up here I saw a small petal on the side of the toilet."  
"Please, Jacob I'm begging you keep this to y-yourself." You almost started sobbing right then and there. Your hands gripped the sheets as you waiting for a response, this time the ball in your stomach wasn't the soft rose petals, but fear itself.
"It's not my place to tell things like this. I just thought I'd let you know that I flushed the petal and the whole ordeal stays with me." Jacob smiled as he rubbed small circles on your hand. 
Unbeknownst to the three of you was lingering figure outside the door. Their features was more along the lines of irritated. They felt betrayed that you haven't told them about this life threatening occurrence. 
"I thought I meant the most to her." Tom mumbled as he raked a hand down his face. He slowly backed away and tried to not make the floorboards creaks as much. As he made his descend down the stairs the only thought floating around his mind was, who is their right mind wouldn't love her back? If only he wasn't so oblivious he wouldn't know a lot more by now.
The next morning, you tried to act as naturally as possible. You make you way to this kitchen and noticed only Tom and Zendaya were already up. Their lingering eyes made you even more uncomfortable. 
"So...what's for breakfast." You paused as you made your way to the fridge.  
"The usual pancakes since the only cook in the house refused to make something better." Tom gestured over to Zendaya who was happily sipping away on her coffee. Her smile dazzling as she simply raised her cup. 
"The only person I am gonna cook for today is ,Y/n." She shrugged as she stood up and placed her dirty cup in the sink. "Anything you want honey, just say it." 
You nodded you a small smile as you made you way to the living room once more. Pulling out the remote you began looking through the random channels, having absolutely nothing spark your best interest. Your head didn't turn to the sudden presence who was putting pressure on the seat beside you. You gave a sudden jump at the newly placed heat on your thigh.
"Love, are you sure you're okay?" Tom questioned as he tried to scoot closer. The closer he got the more you could smell his cologne. The soft smell of it filling your nostrils, but the moment he side was right beside yours you felt the tingle of a cough.
You briskly stood up and turned your body away. You heavily coughed into your hands and stared with a horrific face. At the blood almost dripping off of your fingers and the red, dried up petals that were gathered in your palms.
Tom took one look at hands and pulled you into his body. He held you as your sobs took over your body and your hands gripped at his shirt. He rubbed circles on your back and kissed your forehead to calm you down.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Tom spoke softly into your ear as you calmed down. He cupped the sides of your face as he stared at you. His own eyes welling up in tears as he knew the consequences of this disease. "Do you not trust me?" 
"Tom, you really don't get it do you? You're the one I'm hopelessly in love with." You spoke as your voice held a shaky tone within it. His grip was now loose on your face as he backed away. "I'm so sorry."
"Y/n...I-I-I don't know what to say. Is there anything I can do to make things better."
You let out a small laugh as your gaze drifted upwards in attempt to keep the tears at bay. You attempt failed as you felt the hot tears fall down your face. You pulled away from Tom completely before speaking a sentence that somehow broke your heart even more. 
"Oh my god! Don't you get there's nothing anyone can do, I love you with my whole heart and it's obvious you'll never feel the same way." 
As you spoke you felt the feeling of your throat closing up once more, but right in the other room was Zendaya. Fighting back tears as she felt the sharp thorns on the stems of the flowers pierce the skin within her throat. You weren't the only one who loved someone they couldn't have.
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It's Gonna Be Me (Part 1)
Gender: Female
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Warning: A bit angsty. Not too much though
This starts off as basic as possible, but I swear it gets better soon lol...
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You might been hurt, babe, that ain't no lie
You've seen them all come and go
I remember you told me, that it made you believe in no man, no cry
Maybe that's why
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Peter Parker knew a lot about hopelessly waiting.
Years ago, he'd hopelessly waited to not be the helpless, lanky nerd of the school anymore. That's when the spider came.
Months after the blip, he'd waited for any luck with MJ. That's when the Europe trip happened.
It seemed that every time he'd hopelessly wait for something, he'd always come to find out that maybe the situation wasn't so hopeless after all.
Which was why this particular situation bothered him. Because this one really was hopeless.
It'd always start the same.
"[Y/N]- hey, what's wrong?," Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows, though he already knew the answer. At this point, the entire school knew the answer.
It had actually lasted longer than Peter had expected. But what mattered now is that his best friend was at his doorstep and in tears.
"Timothy was cheating on me, Pete. H-he doesn't love me... I'm so stupid."
"C'mon, come in." He ushered her to the livingroom. They sat on the couch. "It's not your fault, [Y/N]. Don't blame yourself for his crap."
Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. He hated to see her cry.
"Why do I always pick the bad ones?," she wept softly.
Peter pulled her into a tight hug, giving his friend the best comfort that he could give. He softly told her a rendition of what he said each time something like this would happen.
"[Y/N], listen. You are beautiful. Any guy would be lucky to have someone as smart and as loyal and as funny as you -And Timothy? Screw him. He doesn't deserve you. What matters is that you have MJ, Ned- heck, even Aunt May..."
He let her go, looking away as a blush crept onto his face. "A-a-and me..." He looked back at her, with a boyish smirk on his face.
She smiled back softly. "Thanks Pete." At that, she went in for a hug. "You're the best friend a girl could ask for..."
They sat for a while. She cried on his shoulder. She ranted. He gave consoling words. She spent the night on his couch.
This wasn't the first time this had happened. In fact, her tears that night weren't even a drop in the bucket compared to others.
[Y/N] had always had bad luck with guys.
She'd had her heart broken more times than she could count.
And Peter was always right there by her side, waiting to console her. Every time.
Every. Damn. Time.
And frankly, he was sick of it.
"What's wrong, bud?," Ned asked the next day at school.
"Nothing," Peter mumbled, staring death glares into the lines on his desk.
"Let me guess..[Y/N] found out about Tim?"
Peter blew out a sigh. "Yeah."
"I feel bad for her," Ned said. "I mean, has she ever really had a relationship that's lasted longer than a month?"
Peter twisted his mouth in distress and scratched the back of his head. "Uh, I think maybe when she was with Hank... -yeah that one lasted a bit longer."
"What happened to that one anyway?"
Peter rolled his eyes, clenching his fists. "They were going good up until he stood her up for prom last year."
He thought back to what [Y/N] had cried that night.
'Why do I always pick the bad ones?'
He clenched his jaw. 'Yeah.. why do you?'
Ned's eyes went wide. "Wow. She's really got bad luck doesn't she?"
Peter went silent as he attempted to watch the smartboard in front of him and Ned immediately knew to be quiet. He knew he wouldn't be able to focus but it would still beat having this conversation.
Still, there was only one thought that was stuck in Peter's mind as he held his pencil so tight that he could feel it ready to snap.
'She wouldn't if she had me...'
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"Okay guys, [Y/N]'s in the lunch line getting her food," MJ announced to the table that afternoon. "And we all know she just found out about Timothy so- you know, when she gets here..try not to be.. yourselves."
Ned nearly spat his food out. "What?!"
Peter swung his head around.
"Come on guys." MJ rolled her eyes. "You both- especially you Ned- you guys have a habit of making insensitive jokes and not realizing until it's too late."
She gave them the meanest death glare, but Peter wasn't having it. "Says you Miss. 'I Like It When People Are Sad'."
MJ scoffed. "Not my friends, weirdo."
"Shh! She's coming!," Ned whisper-shouted.
They watched as their friend [Y/N] walked up to the lunch table. But something was different from the last times.
She didn't look like she had been crying. She wore her regular clothes, not something that looked thrown together. Her mascara was perfect and not running at all. She looked like she hadn't been cheated on at all.
She looked good.
[Y/N] dropped her plate onto the table. "Okay, attention guys!"
"You feeling okay, [Y/N]?," Peter asked, concerned. "I know last night-"
"Last night is over, Pete," she said proudly. "And I am now here to announce that I am officially done with guys!" She stuck her chin up dramatically high.
Evidently, she had yelled that too loudly, because Flash, from another table, quickly yelled out," Yo, [Y/L/N]'s going lez!"
The majority of the lunchroom turned to her.
"What? No," she laughed back. "Not what I meant, Flash..."
He looked her up and down, biting his lip. "So does that mean...?"
"Okay shut up, dickhead," MJ yelled, standing up. "Back to your food, people. Nothing to see here!"
[Y/N] turned back towards the table and composed herself before speaking again. "Anyway, so yeah, I'm done with guys," she said with a big smile on her face.
MJ looked to [Y/N], Ned, Peter, and then back to [Y/N].
This was a problem. A big one. Because MJ knew that a simple fact. Peter liked [Y/N]. Anyone with a brain could figure that out.
"What do you mean?," Ned asked. "Does that mean Peter and I have to leave?"
[Y/N] laughed. "Haha! No, Ned. Of course not!" She lowered her chin a bit. "I'm just sick of getting hurt, ya know? There's only so much heartbreak a girl can take..." She sadly chuckled a little.
MJ furrowed her eyebrows. She looked to Peter, who held a lost expression on his face. "What do you think, Pete?"
Suddenly breaking out of his trance, he started to speak. "U-uh, um, maybe y-your going about this the wrong way, [Y-Y/N]?" He ran his fingers through his hair. "I-I mean..." He looked away. "There are lots of great guys out there who w-would.. kill to have you, [Y/N]."
Obviously, [Y/N] didn't pick up what the young superhero was attempting to put down. She rolled her eyes. "Well, my stuttery friend, until those 'great' guys make themselves known, I'm done."
Peter shrunk into himself, looking anywhere but [Y/N]'s face. "Y-yeah..I guess."
MJ scoffed. Was this really going over [Y/N]'s head? Her and Peter didn't work out but she could still admit, he was a great guy that deserved a chance. That's why they stayed friends afterward. "Isn't this a little extreme, [Y/N]?"
"Not extreme at all," [Y/N] clucked her tongue. "Just necessary."
Suddenly and frantically, Peter stood and practically ran to the trash can to throw away his food and leave.
"What's his deal?," [Y/N] asked, popping some gum into her mouth.
"Seriously?" MJ's face was incredulous. "Learn to read a room, man..."
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Every little thing I do never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again
But I'm not like them
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